Seasons of the Soul

The Healer's Prayer by Jerry Wills

 

The Healers Prayer

Connect Me to the Universe 
The Mind of God 

Connect Me to Compassion 
The Heart of God 

Connect Me to the Earth 
The Manifested Garden of God 

Connect Me to Infinity 
The Realm of God 

Connect Me to Others 
The Image of God 

Connect Me That I Represent The Greatest Good 
The Presence of God 

I Connect to The Flow of Creation 
Embracing The Will of God 

ABOUT  THE  HEALERS  PRAYER 

I always enjoyed listening to the wind as I rode my BMW motorcycle. Though it might sound crazy, I could hear music and conversations as the wind rushed past my ears. The melodies or spoken words were easy to hear since I never wore a helmet. About 6 years ago, as Kathy & I drove to the east coast in our car the air conditioner broke down. We were in southern Colorado, it was pretty warn and we had the windows opened. Still hot, and wanting to hear that rush of the wind, I laid my head against the window frame and closed my eyes (yes, Kathy was driving). 

Within a few minutes I started hearing the familiar music in the wind. Then, something unexpected happened. I heard a voice so clear it startled me. As I listened the mysterious voice recited the same phrase several times. After finishing what you just read above, it began again. The voice was powerful and compelling. 

I asked inwardly what I was listening to. The voice told me this was a prayer I could use before I started working with someone asking for help. 

Within minutes I found a notebook and wrote down what I had heard. Now, I’m happy to share this with you. If you decide to share this with others please let them know it started out as a gift from God, who gave it to me that I could share it with you. 

I still listen to the wind…. I guess that’s why I enjoy sitting near waterfalls in the Eastern Amazon Jungle, or atop mountain peaks in the Andes. 

Best Wishes 
Jerry Wills

 

www.jerrywills.com

The Archangel Ancient Tree

The most moving article about how we can make a difference in the world that I've seen in a long time. Here are links to both the article and interview, and also to the website where videos and more information can be found.

http://www.dailygood.org/story/1549/the-man-who-planted-trees-a-conversation-with-david-milarch-awakin-call-editors/

The article above can be a game changer in our own lives as we are given suggestions as to how to find our purpose and meaning in life.

Here is a link to the videos from the Archangel Ancient Tree site.

https://www.ancienttreearchive.org/aata-news/our-videos/

 

Our Reactions to the Election by Stanley Peele

The United States will soon have an executive branch of government that will be vastly different from its predecessor.  We may react in several ways:  In glee, approval, uncertainty, fear, disapproval or agony.  Our feelings may be strong.

Whatever our reactions, we can now let go of the turbulence of the election – and unite in sending light and prayers to the new executive branch. 

At the most basic level, it’s how we treat each other that will make the difference.  As we recognize the extent of the pain and anger in the world, the importance of loving kindness becomes even clearer. 

We can pray for wisdom in our government, that it abandon the harsh and vitriolic words of the past and instead turn toward an era of decency, honor and good will.  We can pray for the highest and best good of the United States – to the end that the world will be a better place.

May those who approve the change and those who disapprove unite in these prayers.  May we breathe away all anxiety and return to a place of absolute serenity.  May we remain strong and steadfast in these ideals.

 

Letter to the Descendants of Slaves in Chapel Hill

by Stanley Peele

Dear Family,

On September 18, 2016, on a beautiful fall day, a special historical ceremony took place in the Old Chapel Hill Cemetery. Its purpose was to honor your ancestors who were buried there in unmarked graves. Nine people spoke. Each word that was spoken, each prayer that was given, was a benediction to your ancestors.   The UNC Gospel Choir performed two songs. Their voices were so sweet that they must have made angels dance.

A multitude of people worked to produce this event. It required extensive planning and considerable work by the Parks and Recreation Department and many others. You can be proud of the extensive work done by the Chapel Hill Preservation Society and the Chapel Hill Cemeteries Advisory board. Without the dynamic work of the Cemetery Advisory Board, this ceremony would have not taken place.

Honors have been bestowed on African American slaves in other cases, including:    

In the 1800’s, more than 20,000 African Americans escaped from the south to Alexandria. VA.   The result was that 540 of them were buried in a cemetery.

As time went by the cemetery was forgotten.  It was covered over by a gas station, offices and highway. Folks had no idea there was a cemetery there.  It was discovered when a new bridge was built. A fine statue graces the cemetery.

The feelings of the African-American slaves who were buried there can be expressed by this hymn:

“Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh freedom over me,   And before I’d be a slave I’ll be buried in my grave.   And go home to my Lord and be free!”

*

For a lifetime I have enjoyed this graveyard, first as a child, playing among the markers, then as an adult.  I LOVE THIS PLACE!!      

Roughly 29 years ago, I was walking in this graveyard.   First, I walked among the beautiful grave markers in the eastern sections.  Then I walked in the western section next to UNC dorms.  There was a large area with no gravestones whatever. Many slaves were buried there without markers.

“This isn't right!” I thought to myself.

Years passed.    Erecting a monument became a passion. That led me to play a small part in the creation of this marker.  The Cemeteries Advisory Board did far more than I.

  When I walked here, I talked to the slaves and freedmen, saying, “I’m sorry, please forgive us!”  In my imagination, they answered me.  Perhaps, at this dedication one of these slaves might have said: 

Please be at ease. Upon you I cast no blame;

For I knew that God knew me by name.                                                  

I took no offense when I was placed here.    

It was rest at last, for which I yearned most dear.    

At first, flowers were placed above me with loving care.                                                          

Then, as time went by, there was nothing there.                                                                          

The unmarked grave did not trouble me.      

Rather, it was the loss of dignity.                                                                                                                                                                                    

May this marker bring us together, you and me,    

And unite us together as one family.                                                                                                                        

Thank you for being here; I’m glad you came.                                                                                          

Fear not, my friends, for God knows me by name!

*

Having a monument here in this cemetery is such a good thing!

Tell others about this occasion!  Perhaps if other communities hear about what has been done here, they will think, “That was a fine thing!   We should do the same!”   Perhaps a monument will be erected in Richmond that will honor all the slaves in the entire south. 

This marker gives dignity to those who were discounted at birth, dishonored in life and forgotten after death.   It can bring a little peace to your hearts.  It trumpets this message to you and your ancestors:

“THIS DAY AND FOREVER, WE HONOR YOU!”

S. Peele

September 19, 2016

A Course in Miracles Examples by Stanley Peele

Two months ago an old man was walking in an alley in the early evening. Two young men walked up to him quickly, before he could react, and got on each side of him. They smelled of alcohol. “How about five dollars?” one of them asked. Just for a moment, the old man was afraid; but then he remembered the introduction to a book called, “A Course In Miracles” – a part of which reads as follows:

 

“Nothing real can be threatened.

Nothing unreal exists.

Herein lies the peace of God.”

 

He stood straight up, looked at the biggest one, and said, “No, but I will give each one of you one dollar.” There was a moment of hesitation from the big man – but then, perhaps, it was something about the old man – He said, “OK.” The two young men took the money and left.

 

There is no order of difficulty in miracles.

One is not harder or bigger than another.

They are all the same.

 

A man and his wife were in a restaurant. At a nearby table there was a boy of about six years old, making a lot of noise – it sounded like the boy was crying and complaining. The husband looked over, and could not see the boy; he could only hear him; and he became very irritated. He was about to complain to the waiter, but his wife touched him on the hand and said. “Wait, dear, be patient for just a minute.”

 

A few minutes later, both families got up to leave the restaurant. The husband looked at the young boy and saw the boy had Down Syndrom. The two families talked together. Their talk was friendly. When they parted, the husband said to his wife, “Thank you!”

 

The wife replied, “I remembered a passage in the Course In Miracles. It is this:

 

“All expressions of love are beyond limitation.

Everything that comes from love is a miracle.”

 

“Infinite patience produces immediate effects.”

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A man was convicted of murder and sentenced to die. He was innocent. He filed notice of appeal, but it did no good. He became very bitter, and cursed the DA, the legal system, and his attorney. As his date of execution approached, the chaplain told him he might be interested in A Course In Miracles, and left him a copy. The man began reading the book. The first day he could not understand it. On the second day that he read the book, he read the following words:

 

What is not of God has no power.

In the Mind of God you are unique

And irreplaceable.

No one else can fill your part in it;

And if you step away from Him,

Your eternal place waits for your return.

 

The words hit him like a thunderbolt. In that moment in time, his entire view of life changed. He became calm; and his bitterness left him. When the warden came to take him to the execution room, he smiled at the warden; and when it came time for him to speak his last words, he thanked the guards for their kindness and said, “I bear no grudge against the DA or the jury, for what is happening is not of God, and that which of not God has no power over me. I forgive all of you, for you do not know the truth.”

 

Forgiveness opens all doors, including the door to miracles.

 

Love, which created you, is what you are.

Love cannot be contained.

 

God sees who you truly are.

 

God wants you to be happy.

Real pleasure comes only from God.

You are one self, united with God.

And one with every aspect of creation.

And one with peace.

 

God is in everything you see.

God created your mind;

Therefore your mind is a part of God.

God is the Light in which you see.

God is the Mind in which you think.

God is the love in which you forgive.

God is with you wherever you go.

 

Feel God’s presence

When you meet anyone.

As you look at the other person,

So you are looking at yourself.

 

As you meet someone, say silently,

“You and I are one, united with

Our Creator. I honor the light

That is in you. You are of God.

Together, and with others,

We are the Light of the World.”

 

(Centered lines are mainly quotes from “A Course in Miracles.)

 

The Beggar by Stanley Peele

 

It was a cold, wintry day.  I bundled up in a sweater and coat and went out for a walk. The day was quiet and peaceful.  After walking for a few minutes, I saw a man sitting on a bench.    He had a beard and long hair. His coat was worn and flimsy and he had no gloves.

He was sitting still with his back straight, unmoving, with his eyes closed.

“This is strange!” I thought, “He is so still, and, oh, he must be freezing!”

 In front of him was a little bowl.   Propped in front of the bowl was a piece of cardboard with the words, “Alms, please” printed on it.   I walked over to him, pulled out my wallet, got a $5 bill, and reached out toward the bowl. 

“That is not necessary,” he said. 

That startled me. “What are you saying?” I asked.

“It is not necessary for you to give me money,” he replied.  “You can give something that is more needed.” 

This was confusing.  “Er . . . what is that?” I asked.

“If you wish, you can sit on this bench with me,” he replied.

“Well, I need to get back . . . . .”   I stopped in mid-sentence because he was smiling at me.  It was as if he knew that I had plenty of time.

“OK,” I said.  “But just for a minute.” 

He smiled at me.  Then he reached down and took the sign and bowl and put them in a little bag

. 

“Why are you doing that?” I asked.

“Be at peace,” he said, “You do not have to be afraid.  The reason I put the bowl away is

that before you came I was begging.  Now I am talking to you.  I am not begging.”

I didn’t know what to say.  We sat in silence for a minute.

“Do you remember me?” he asked.

“No.”

“My name is Joe,” he stated. (His last name is omitted here.)

 “Oh!” I exclaimed.  “Now I remember you.  You look different.”

“Yes,” he said.    “About 7 years ago, you were the judge who heard my case.  I was charged with drunk and disruptive.  You let me off. When I got out of jail I went back to drinking again – and my wife left me.  So you made a poor decision.”

“Joe, that’s an unusual reaction to getting out of jail,” I said.

“Yes, but listen to what happened next.  I saw you again, about five years ago.  You were the judge.   Again I was charged with drunk and disruptive.  You gave me eleven days in jail.”

“Yes, I remember,” I said.

Then, after a pause he said, “I had it coming.   Not only that, but it was a good decision. It gave me eleven days to get the alcohol out of my body. It gave me 11 days to think.  I began the road to recovery.   I am grateful to you for your decision.  I have been sober for the most part since then.”

He paused for a few moments, and then continued:  “A little over a month ago, I started drinking again, and lost my job.  That’s why I am begging today.  The good news is that I have been alcohol free for nine days.

”

“Joe, I sure wish you well.” I said.

He smiled, and then said, “I do not want any money from you – because you did me a favor when you put me in jail.  Also you have done me a big favor by sitting down and listening to me today.”

We then parted.

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I hope that I will see him again, because I want to tell him that his story taught me many lessons.

The first lesson is that Joe is a strong and remarkable person.

The second lesson is the re-affirmation that a judge cannot possibly know whether his decisions will have a good effect or not. 

The third, and greatest lesson, is for us to see the spark of light in every person we meet. Everyone. Even those who have treated us with disrespect.

Stanley Peele

May. 17, '16

Open Letter to Next Generation of Artists...and the rest of us

This open letter to artists and the rest of us encapsulates everything that I believe is necessary for our future. BEAUTIFULLY said!

http://www.dailygood.org/story/1238/to-the-next-generation-of-artists-wayne-shorter-herbie-hancock/

Self-organized Learning in the Classroom and Beyond!

This is an important game changer for the way education operates in the world. We cannot continue to teach using the Industrial Revolution model that is severely constraining the kids of today. They need a revolutionary model for the future they face and will be part of....and the concept and videos shown here present a path to that new educational process! Please pass this on to anyone you know who has kids!

http://www.dailygood.org/more.php?n=6611

The Odysey of Eric Zimmerman by Stanley Peele

Fred Zimmerman. Who was born in 1944, was a strong swimmer. When he was 22 years old, he and two friends went swimming in Lake Mohawk in Tiffin, Ohio. Suddenly, he started to sink down into the water. He recounted the story as follows:

“I was sinking like a lead weight in the lake. The light was getting dimmer. I was coughing and spitting out water. I kept sinking. Then I became totally calm and quiet – completely at ease. I was no longer coughing, spitting out or swallowing water.”

“I heard a voice say to me into my right ear, '“Fred, this is not your time to die.”' To this day I can still visualize and remember turning my head to the right to see who was speaking to me yet I was out of my body. When the voice stopped, I felt myself joining my body and began coughing, spitting out water. My buddy, who had searched for me for about 30 seconds, grabbed me by the shirt and drug me to the surface. I survived.”

The voice that he heard was distinct and unique. Fred remembers it today – just as clearly as if it had happened yesterday.

Fred and Marilyn Zimmerman lived in Lorain, Ohio. Marilyn taught school and Fred was a pharmaceutical salesman. They had two sons, Eric and Scott.

Eric Zimmerman was the true definition of an all-American boy. He was good in school and sports and had a genuine love of helping others. Everyone who knew Eric liked him.

Once, Eric talked to a man who was down on his luck. The man poured out his difficulties. Right on the spot, Eric gave him his car.

When Fred expressed amazement, Eric said, “Dad! It wasn't much of a car!

He was not given to brag about himself. He received many awards, yet did not speak of them at all.

Marilyn summed it up, saying, “Whatever he did, he did well.”

Eric went to the Ohio State Police Academy, and did extremely well there. His teachers were very impressed with him.

Two weeks before graduation, Fred and Eric were standing in the Zimmerman’s front yard, Suddenly, Fred saw a halo around Eric’s head. Fred said that all sounds were cut off.

In the stillness Fred heard a voice say, “Eric is going to die. Prepare yourself.”

To Fred, the voice was unmistakable. It was the same voice that had told him he was not going to die – 30 years ago.

“Eric, I have a terrible feeling that something is going to happen to you! You gotta be careful!!” exclaimed Fred.

Eric graduated from the Highway Patrol Academy with highest honors. He then began his duties as a policeman.



Three month later. Marilyn and Fred decided to have a week’s vacation. After the vacation, while they were driving home, Marilyn called Scott's friend to see how he and Eric were doing.

“This is Marilyn. Can I speak with Eric?” she asked.

There was a moment’s hesitation. Then Scott’s friend said, “Mrs. Zimmerman, there has been a terrible accident. Eric is dead.”

It was December 21, 1997.

They were in shock and dismay. Yet Fred kept driving.

Suddenly Marilyn screamed, “Pull off the road!! Pull off the road!!” Eric is here! His voice said ‘“I’m sorry, mom, I’m sorry”’ Don’t you hear him? He is with us now.” Then Eric’s spirit disappeared.

Later. on a February morning, Fred got up to shave and get ready to go to work. “After I had taken three steps, I got a hug so hard it stopped me in my tracks. Eric appeared right in front of me, and said, '“Dad, I love you. Mom, I love you.”'

When Marilyn came out of the bathroom and walked into the bedroom, she found Fred, sitting on the bed. He was crying. “Eric was here,” he said.

Fred said, “I felt tremendous, pure love from Eric. I have never felt more loved. Never.”
Fred and Marilyn now live in Southern Pines. They continue to have visits from Eric.

If you have had a death in your family and are interested, contact them at [email protected]. Or contact me.

Stanley Peele

Dec. 14, '15

Dr. Everett-Parker

Thanks to Dick Kazan for always providing wonderful, inspiring, and informative newsletters. This particular one has a video at the end of the subject's life...a man who was largely responsible for the integration of television!

http://kazantoday.com/WeeklyArticles/dr-everett-parker.html