THE NEXT THING

SEPTEMBER 9, 2019

TRULY

True leaders do not seek leadership; though are often discovered.
True leaders are not compliant, they are true to their own ethics.
True leaders recognize, accept and attempt to share Love.
True leaders do not seek to prove but to discover Truth.
True leaders do not compete, they encourage.
True leaders allow others to be themselves.
True leaders don’t advise, they listen.
True leaders serve when needed.
True leaders are often despised.
True leaders are curious.
True leaders are us.
True leaders are.
Truth leads.
Truly

From Leadership: A Love Story.

THE POWERS OF LOVE AND WILL

 

THE POWERS OF LOVE AND WILL

Human power is will power. .
God Power is Love.

Love is the Greatest Power of all.

Love Heals.
Love Forgives.
Love Perfects.

Human power is will power.
Will is born of NEED.

Our need is for safety.

Our first gift at birth is Fear.
Love is the only gift greater than Fear.

I Accept God’s Love; It is unconditional.
I Accept God’s Love; it is forgiving.
I Accept God’s Love;It is healing.

I accept The Love and I pass it on.

GRUFFAGE GRINS AND THE GROWLER GROWLS

GRUFFAGE GRINS AND THE GROWLER GROWLS

GRRR

One angry remark  weakens the soul of the attacker and leaves a scar that may  never completely heal in the heart and life of its victim.

In contrast…

One smile is said to add an hour to the lives of those who share it.

I snarled and bared my teeth at my doctor this morning.

He threatened to place me on a leash.

His assistant laughed.

We all smiled

SPIKE’S PRAYER

Lee

Occasionally, I allow a friend to share a spiritual experience on this site. I ask only that when referring to the God of their understanding  it contains  no reference to any religion.

Today, Spike will share his experience, strength and hope.

Take it away Spike.

MY MORNING PRAYER by Spike

Unlike a lot of my friends I try not to identify my weaknesses. I am confident (most of the time), that the God of my understanding knows more than I, what changes need to be made.  However…
my morning prayers by contrast, tend to be focused on lost items. I utilize this time ask for direction in finding these objects, forgotten ideas or perhaps people  that I might need to contact.

My prayers are answered quickly.

This morning I asked for a person.

I needed a friend.

I needed a female friend.

I needed a female friend whose thinking skills were compatible with my own.

I understood that in asking for such a person I would have to leave a more refined description to The Boss of My Life and that my new friend was on her way even before I asked.

Four hours later I was in attendance at a  weekly Sunday activity where people of many spiritual life choices gather together to seek a common ground. Unfortunately, I am a rather clumsy telepathe  and as usual in such an environment, I insulate myself from the deafening din  by  choosing a chair location at an angle, outside the crowd. I was using this bit of free time time to take note of my notes.

As I scribbled, a shadow of an approaching life form entered my left peripheral, glaucominus, visual locale.

The Lady looked at me and waited for curiosity to compel me to alter my  focus…

Blink. blink

“Hi…Mind if I sit here?”

 

 

ATLAPIO

Those who follow a path as a way of life describe their journey as doing the next thing.  Today, wends it way through icy puddles left in temperatures, HOVERING ABOVE ZERO.

GRATITUDE IS NOT AN IOU

A full-sky NASA map of the oldest light in the universe — the aftermath of the Big Bang. Colors indicate “warmer” (red) and “cooler” (blue) spots. The oval shape is a projection to display the whole sky; similar to the way the globe of the earth can be represented as an oval.

GRATITUDE IS NOT AN IOU

How do you feel when as the beneficiary of a surprise birthday party? A boost in salary?

ONE LINER: OXYMORONS

OXYMORONS

Any remark can be made to sound “truer” than it really is if offered as a quotation…really.

The Universe according to NASA…..really.

 

HAMBURGER HEAVEN

A friend of mine was dying. Ben was nervous. There was nothing left for him here on earth. A wealthy man, a religious man, he was nevertheless, frightened.

Another friend, not wealthy, but full of ideas,  spoke up.

“What do you think it will be like in Heaven, Ben?”

“I don’t know” replied the puny one, “St Peter at the gate, with God on a throne of puffy white clouds. Angels all around. What is your dream of the afterlife?”

“One day”, replied Fred “I will at the speed of light, suddenly notice that I know everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything! I will remember every event from the first few minutes of the big bang as well as all events in the future. Nothing will be left to know and I  will be the sole repository of LOVE. When you start your day, assuming you are still alive, I am who you will be talking to in your morning prayers.”

“And who will I be after I die, assuming you died first and went to Heaven.”

“I will not have gone to heaven, I will BE heaven”.

“And who will I become?”

“Me.”

“Wow.”

I picked up the hamburger from my sick friends plate

and took a bite.

 

 

T IS EASIER THIS THAN THAT

 

IT IS EASIER THIS THAN THAT

It is easier to walk toward
than to run from.
It is easier to draw anew
Than to erase the errors.
It is easier to smile than to stop complaining.
It is easier to Love than to tolerate
It is easier to adopt healthy eating habits
Than to lose weight.
It is easier to accept Love than to ignore fear.

 

     ACCEPT THE LOVE
        AND PASS IT ON

THE OREO ATTACK

 

THE OREO ATTACK

My method of controlling my addiction to sugar focuses primarily on the embossed, round  chocolate sandwich with the sweet white filling.

The Oreo attack seldom occurs at Circle K because I rarely go there.

I rarely go there because I know I’ll have an Oreo attack.

This beastly side of my nature makes itself known most often at Fry’s or Safeway (owned by Albert son’s, which is owned in turn by Cerberus Capital Management which is named after the three-headed dog of Hades.)

My response is nearly always the same.

I buy the large family size Oreo package for five bucks and try to get home with my prize before opening.  If I raid the bag of goodies on the bus-ride home I risk the danger of incurring the wrath of a diabetic driver  angrily spouting the no-eating-on-the-bus rule and who weighs at least three hundred pound and may kill me for my Oreos if I fail to  obey.

On my arrival at the Lee Broom Kitchen I quickly count out five Oreos and open the Oreo hole on the garbage disposal which I call The Cookie Monster, abruptly  grabbing another five Oreos, then dumping the rest of the package.

I then open the faucet and flick the Oreo destruction switch and listen to the gurgling “thank you” from The Cookie Monster’s throat as the bulk of my prize flows into the kitchen’s intestines.

If you are wondering why I call this apparatus installed in my sink the Cookie Monster, nothing else has ever gone down that drain; I am a great vegan cook who eats every morsel of his five meals a day and who usually manages quite well, thank you, with one teaspoon of brown sugar on his morning oatmeal.

If you read about my Valentine cookies on Facebook four days ago, that particular day ended with an Oreo attack.

When I arrived at Circle K that evening the clerk greeted me with a smile. If you need your Oreos I keep a package for you here at the counter. How many bus tickets do you need?