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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

"No, I can't Believe it!"


As I started my morning I decided to watch TV this morning, which I never, ever do. I sat there with my hot tea and toast and heard the news guys talking about the preacher that was caught robbing someones house. He was interviewing a member of this preachers church, who she was robbing Christmas Day. He kept asking her, "Can you believe this?"

The lady was stunned by the question and took her time in responding and finally said, "No I can't believe it." I thought about this for a moment because the news guy just kept asking her over and over again, "Can you believe this?"

Maybe she couldn't believe it because she "knew" it. I mean come on, it's one thing to know something and another to believe it, either way one is fact and one is false. So we have more validation that a belief is a lie and what you see is truth, reality.

You see, just because we say we believe or don't believe something doesn't make it so. It's not real anyway. So when you go around believing that you are a lonely person, sure you might have to project out there to validate that belief but that still doesn't make it real, just look around. It won't take a person that says they are lonely to realize that there are people all around them all the time. The lonely feeling is from within.

So when this lady said, "No I can't believe that", even though the evidence was visible she was still saying, "I want to believe something else".

What is in your life that you can't believe? And why not know that all people are just people, not right or wrong, they all have their needs just like you and me. So what is it that we don't believe about a preacher robbing folks? I mean come on that's the oldest story in the books. Just look at how many preachers and "spiritual" teachers rob their students everyday, or do they? I mean if you feel you are being robbed then maybe that is something you are projecting into the matrix of life.

Either way it's all still a story. All of it's nothing more than a story. Here is a person who is being accused of robbing the homes of other people while preaching the word. Well, she has a story. Something that she felt needed to be shared with other people. We don't know her whole story, just what the news is giving us. And isn't that a dangerous place to be.

LOl, I can't help but to think what drama a news person has to drum up in order to keep feeding the fear, anger, distrust, hate and greed. But what an angel they are too, because they have chosen the job to allow other people projections to be felt around the globe. Talk about global healing, maybe that's what that really means. LOL

So I just sat there witnessing this and thinking about how that question about "can you believe this" and for the woman to say no. You see, even when we see it we can't believe it. After all the asking for it and all the begging for it and then finally getting it we still don't believe it.

What in your life have you asked for and then said, "Oh, that can't be so. I can't believe it didn't take longer than that." Well folks, God doesn't work in your time, He works in His time.

Even I have to sit and say, "God what are you asking of me today? What is it that you need me to see?" So today is an awareness day obviously for the morning to start off with such a question. What is right in front of us, that even though we can see it we still can't believe it?

Good question for today and a great one to start the New Year off with. I mean that is just around the corner and as we approach 2011, by the way 1/1/11! What will be right in front of us all along that we'll be able to finally accept on 1/1/11?

Belief Statement: I allowed myself to go with the flow today and this felt humbling. I didn't struggle with what needed to get done today and now my day is almost over. I gain not knowing where the day has gone while losing nothing.

Spirit Statement: I am the flow and humbled by the ease in the days as they continue in knowing each day is in everything.

Enjoy your little process in seeing!

Love, V