That Porsche Guy

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, my eyes used to roam and scan a room for eligible bachelors, men without a round ring. One fine day, as I was pulling up to church for daily mass a Posrche wheeled in too. “Interesting”, I thought. As the driver got out, I thought, “very very, very interesting”. The driver was a handsome man, dressed in a stylish button up shirt semi-loosely hanging over his trendy jeans. “Oh my!”, I thought, “this is more than very very very interesting.” As usual, I played it cool, very very cool. I’m good at that. Naturally, I did not say anything to him. Why would I? If anything at all, I was even the more reserved. After all, I was there to pray. No distractions allowed. He on his part, remained in his world.

An automobile called Porsche. (Image from Motortrend.)

He was not a regular daily mass attendant but showed up fairly frequently. Each time I noticed him I  was impressed that someone who had the external appearance of wealth and success was also spending time with the Lord during the week, and not just on Sundays. I did “happen” to notice that his ring finger was bare.  When I spoke of him to my friend I referred to him as “That Porsche Guy”. I imagined his coming to church was to pray for or about  some big upcoming business deal he was working on. This was a period in my life when I had so many work projects on my plate that just the thought of getting involved with someone felt heavy and burdensome. Thus distance was perfect and ideal. But I did enjoy seeing him at mass and imagining what the rest of his life was like. That was enough for me. Any more time, energy, and effort would have buried me.

And then one day, everything changed. The plot twisted in a way, that I bet you, Dear Reader, – and I’m not the betting kind – probably would never guess. It was something, that I never could have thought up myself.  One day, he came came to church with three other people. This day he was wearing a wedding band and so was the beautiful woman who walked in with him. “Oh, I thought, he is married after all. I guess not everyone wears their band on a daily basis, I realized. Good thing I just kept the imaginary relationship to just imagination and sight.” But then, what I saw next made my Heart feel compassion, shame, humility, and tenderness toward the family, “That Porsche Guy’s” family. He and his wife had a beautiful daughter about age eight and a son who followed them in, in an electric wheel chair. It was evident by his mannerisms, face and hands that he had down syndrome. The son appeared to be in his early teens.

All through mass all I did was process my thoughts and feelings while sending the family compassionate energy. I thought about myself and observed myself and what my attitude had been toward him based on his outward presentation. Does anyone else out there do that – make a judgement call about a person based on how they look, what they are wearing, and the wheels they are driving? It did it not even dawn on me to scan the state of his Heart at the beginning. Had I done that I might have “seen” him differently. I would have gone from seeing him with my material eyes to that of the Heart vibe. Thus, here is where I began to judge and scold myself for being so “materialistically oriented”. I thought about what this non-experiential encounter had taught me about myself. This was shortly after my Heart had been awakened and I was working on seeing more with the eyes of my Heart. Clearly, I got a big red “F” on this assignment. More assignments and encounters were needed for the sharpening of my Heart Sight.

As the daily mass was carried on by the priest and congregants, my whole focus was on this family. Every time I glanced at the father, mother, daughter and son gathered there before the Lord, I could not even begin to fathom the joy, the love, and the daily struggles of every member. My Heart went out to them. I wished them strength for the journey and peace in their Hearts. I wished that an abundance of grace fill their path.

I wished that deep internal joy be an integral part of their daily lives. And now, about a decade later, I also thank them for their example of love in a family. I also am grateful for witnessing their togetherness and commitment to each other. Lastly, I learned much about myself based on my internal dialogue that was triggered by my initial sighting of him.

I realized that in my initial instantaneous assessment of him and the entirety of his being, I had reduced him down to an automobile breast plate. Um, does this qualify me as being superficial and materialistic? Two hands down, eyeball to eyeball honesty: YES! In writing this story, I thought more deeply about this topic: me and materialism. I realized that materialism is something that I both am attracted to and simultaneously repelled by.  I like it, yet I also shun it because I live very simply, borderline asceticism. Clutter of any kind is draining to me. I realized that I have a very complicated relationship with wealth and material goods. I realized that  I like nice things and enjoy the feeling of having and using something that is of value. I realized that when there is quality and integrity in a product it adds value and surety to my life. By surety I mean to say that quality in a product gives me peace of mind and the mind space to focus on other things, other than things.

It’s about finding that narrow path where one has the discipline to only have the things that one needs for peace, comfort, and ease in their life. On the flip side, it means saying “NO” to things that may be nice to have but would add undue stress and responsibility. It is about nourishing our lives with material things that add to our GDP – gross domestic (inner and outer) peace”, and not weigh it down to the point of them being burdensome. When one is at peace, one can be a person of great value to this planet.

It takes awareness, and self-observation in knowing what adds joy and value to our lives and what drains us of energy. It then takes practice, commitment, and discipline to remove or let go of the items that are distractions in our lives and that take away our joy and peace. But with Grace and humility toward the Holy Spirit’s Whisperings, anything is possible.

Lastly, we don’t even need to engage and encounter with each other to learn and grow from each other. Sometimes, just the presence of someone in a room can trigger a metanoia experience. Stay open, receptive, and responsive to the workings of the Holy Spirit in your thoughts, Heart, and life.

Abundant Grace, Humility, and Blessings,                                                                        Irena As I Am                                                                                                          02/26/2018

Monthly Pilgrimage

Heavenly journey of delicious, nutritious, and conscious  joy

Once a month I make a pilgrimage to Delux Burger in Phoenix. I’ve been doing this for years and years now. It satiates my red meat cravings and my body’s nutritional requirements. When I first started going there for my burger craving satiation I was not fully aware of why I was led there. But in time it became clear to me. They use meat from conscious cattle ranches. I am quite sure they have other meals on the menu but I only and always get the same dish: Delux Burger, medium rare, lettuce wrap it please (occasionally, I’ll bun it up), sweet potato fries, and all aioli sauce, (hold the ketchup – why would anyone want ketchup when the aioli sauce is so delicious – i could drink it as a milkshake – not quite, but almost), please. I have tried other burger places, but I always gravitate back to Delux.

Initially, I ate, consumed, enjoyed the burger mindlessly, not fully aware of what I was doing and the ripple effect I was creating from a simple act of feeding myself one meal – well in actuality two for me. That is until  I started becoming more and more sensitive to my purchasing decisions, to the animal spirit world, and to energy. This awareness and Gift opened up a whole world of blessings and HUGE responsibilities. The blessings came in the form of me choosing food and personal care products which were clean, conscious, and Love based. The responsibility came in the form of now that I knew better, I could no longer in good conscience not do not better. The double negative said another way is that  in knowing and feeling the energy of what I was eating or putting on or in my body, I could no longer choose food and personal care products that were not made with integrity and love.

In an earlier HerStory article of mine called “It’s Very Complicated”, I shared how difficult it became for me to eat meat. I began knowing and feeling the Oneness with everyone, animals, nature, and inanimate objects. I began seeing animals as my soul brothers and sisters. It repulsed me to eat meat of any kind because I felt like I was eating my sister or brother. That’s how sensitive and attuned I got. Many people are experiencing these shifts in these days. There were times when I saw others eating meat that I wanted to throw up because it was so revolting to me. During this period I visited the Biosphere 2 in Oracle/Tuscon, AZ. There I learned that the human inhabitants became so close to their animal companions, which were supposed to be their protein food source that no one could do the “deed” (slaughtering). Thus they became vegetarians for the duration of the experiment and the animals were spared. Life was mirroring back to me my inner and outer journeys of what I was struggling with and working through. Although I was not raising any animals, but because I became so sensitive, such an empath, that I felt them and was at one with them. I did not want their blood on my hands. I did not want to be responsible for their slaughter. I was not going to be a cannibal. I would live without eating my brothers and sisters. Or so I thought and so I tried.

Over a period of three to four years several times I went vegan. Each time I lasted about thirty to forty days. Each time I almost made myself sick because I felt so depleted in the nutrients provided from meat. Each time when I went back to eating meat, I would crycrycry and then cry some more, feel tremendous guilt, and apologize profusely to the sacrificed animal, my sister, that I was eating her. In this phase I would tell people that I outsourced or subcontracted my killing or murdering. Oh yes, I dragged others along on my inner guilt trip. On one such occasion, the person responded back by saying that “cows are delicious”. This statement haunted me for years. Yet, on the other hand, I also felt much better after I did eat meat, I felt like life was coming back into my body. I felt strong again in ways that plant, legume, and nut proteins could not fulfill. It was a heavy duty catch twenty two. If I ate meat, I felt selfish. If I did not eat meat, I felt the life force leaving me and me becoming weaker and weaker. That’s what happens when you become closer to feeling and knowing Oneness with all of Creation. You feel deeply every one and everything that enters your orbital sphere.

As always, Grace came riding in on a white horse sweeping me out of my emotional quagmire, my mental conundrum, and my energetic dilemma. Grace showed over time through various books, conversations, and insights how it does not have to be an either/or stance, that it can be both. It can be an “and” way of life. Grace rescued me from me.  Grace eased my mental and emotional anguish and showed me how to make wise, loving, gracious and gratitude based choices. Grace showed me that everything and everyone is a gift, a blessing, and a sacrifice. We are gifts to each other. We are a blessing to each other. We also offer ourselves as a sacrifice to each other. The sacrifice looks different for everyone. Each has their own path, their own mission, their own passion.

Passion = pass + i + on. We pass on the “i” of us to others and thus to God. We pass on our i or eye or essence to Creation. This passing on of ourselves nourishes others and is our redeeming gift and privilege.

With this shift and insight, my burger eating experience took on another dimension. I became deeply and profoundly grateful for the nourishment and the joy in the journey of my nourishing . I went form being a mindless consumer where the end justifies the means to a grateful participant in the entire circle of living life on our earth biosphere bubble. Now, when the hamburger is presented to me and before me, I don’t dig into it. I stop. I take a breath. I think of everyone involved with getting this burger on the plate. There is first and foremost the Holy Spirit of the Cow which was sacrificed; there is the farmer and all her/his helpers; the veterinarian; the people who helped build the barns and the fences around the pastures and the suppliers of the barn and fence materials; there is that person who did the “deed”, or the person who invented the machine that is doing the “deed”; there are the people, knives, packaging, and electricity it takes to then dismember, package, and refrigerate the sacrificed cow; then there are the trucking companies and drivers and distributors; then there are the restauranteurs with their art and helpers of creating a delicious meal. It takes the whole village to keep the village going. The globe is the village. Lastly and most importantly, there is God for sending sun and rain and grass and the Gift of the Cow. Now I can begin eating and enjoying my hamburger, consciously, gracefully, graciously, and gratefully.  I now know just how many people it takes for something simple to appear: many, countless.

Just like the Native Americans used to thank the Buffalo Spirit in advance of their hunt for offering itself up to them, we too need to take a moment to practice mindfulness and gratitude before a meal – especially if there is meat in it.

I still remember the first time I consciously ate a wild caught salmon. I had been purchasing my fish from regular food stores but in this awareness journey I began purchasing some of my nourishment at Whole Foods. They have a fresh fish department whose focus is on sustainability and they will cook the fish for you. Since my kitchen is primarily for display purposes only (very basic cooking is what I do), I loved that they prepared the fish. I was so excited to bring home and eat a salmon that was not farmed but one that had roamed the wild seas. The night that I ate the wild caught salmon I had a dream. I dreamt that I was in the ocean swimming with the salmon and then I and the salmon merged – our energy became One. We became One. We/i swam in the cold waters off of the coast of Alaska. The sense of freedom was wonderful. The feeling of the freedom entered into my blood, my veins,  and my energy. It was after this meal and this dream that I realized that we absorb and we become the energy that we eat. “Irena, now that you know this, be VERY MINDFUL of how you nourish your body.”, was an imprint onto my being. I am and will always be grateful to the Holy Spirit of that Salmon that gave me that Gift of merging with him.

The opposite is also true. If one eats the soul&spirit of an animal that has been raised in tight cruel quarters, that energy will also merge with theirs.

I have come full circle in my meat eating journey.

Take Charge of your life, nutrition, and experiences,                                                      Irena As I Am                                                                                                        02/21/2018

Who’s In Your Head?

Who is in your head? Whose voices are running amuck in your thoughts? Who has the most prime and the most pristine real estate in the world,

the thoughts in your mind which govern your life.                                                                 

Do you know who is pressing your buttons and determining your actions or reactions? Are you aware of who installed the operating system (thought pattern/paradigm) of  your mind? Do you question the source, origin, validity, and relevance of your thoughts and actions or reactions? Have you ever audited your thoughts to determine if they are reliable and/or if there are any fraudulent thoughts? Have you ever tested other thoughts to determine if there is a better way of doing things, of living life – a way that is more peaceful, calm, joyful, relaxed, pleasant, efficient, healthy, prosperous, powerful, loving, and wise –  a more Truthful and Divinely Aligned way of living?

If not,                                                                                                                                  it may be time to call in your thought auditor and do a thorough analysis of who and what makes you tick. We upgrade our clothing, shoes, hair, style, look, technology, home decor, vehicles, and the operating systems on our technology… . Well I say to you, it may be time for a thought operating system upgrade. It may time to upgrade the software (thoughts) operating you in your head.

Runaway thoughts can cause runaway actions. Runaway actions can lead to a runaway life. But, thoughts which have a Divine Origin lead one to more Divinely Aligned actions and life.

There was a point in my life where I realized, a Gift of Grace, that I was in auto-pilot mode. I felt like I was sitting in the pilot’s seat with my hands on the wheel of the plane of my life, but my course, my flight path and responses to the external weather conditions/stimuli were already pre-set, pre-programmed. I began feeling that I was a rubber stamp pilot. I began getting a sense that I was a minion. I began realizing that my choices and responses were robotic, and not organic or mine. I began seeing myself as a clone. I felt like rather than a pilot I was more like a drone at the mercy of some central command somewhere other than in me, or from God.

But before I came into this awareness, I remember a story a wise lady told me in the mid 1990s. Why she told me this story I don’t know. Maybe she saw me being at the mercy of the voices in my head and the voices of expectations of others. But unbeknownst to me, this story would surface to the forefront of my thoughts at very frequent intervals for many years and then later  serve as an impetus for my doing a thorough thought inventory and overhaul of my thought system. The story is about a mother teaching her daughter how to bake a ham.

A mother and her teenage daughter are in the kitchen. The mother is teaching her young impressionable teenage daughter how to bake a ham. She tells her daughter to slice off the two ends of the large ham, place the center piece into one roaster pan, place the two end pieces into  another roaster pan, and then bake them separately, one after the other.

The daughter pauses and thinks for a moment. 

Then she asks her mother why they cut off the ends and why not just bake the entire ham as a whole. The mother looks puzzled for a moment and says that she does not know why but that is how her mother taught her.                                                                              Oh my!                                                                                                                           The daughter then says that they should ask grandmother why she did this. They called grandmother and asked her why she taught her daughter to cut off the ends of the ham and bake them separately. The GrandMother  replied saying that is how  her mother  did it and so that is how she taught her daughter to do it. It’s a family generational thing.         Oh my!                                                                                                                           The grand daughter then asked the grandmother why the GreatGrandMother did it this way. The grandmother laughed and said, it was because her mother , the GreatGrandMother had a small wood burning stove and oven  into which would fit only a small roaster. The entire ham could not fit into her small oven so she cut off the ends and roasted them separately. She also said that because our ovens are big enough now we really don’t need to do that any more.                                                                              Oh my! Oh my!                                                                                                          

Naturally, I laughed and laughed when I heard this story. The mother and daughter, living in modern times were being silly and unpractical for living and for doing things according to the circumstances of their ancestors who lived in a very different time and age, in the age of the horse and buggy. But my laughter was not just at them, it was also at me! For in time I would come to realize that I too had been following in the footsteps of my ancestors. I was trying to live a twenty first century city life but much of my thought DNA or thought genetic/energetic  programming was that of my agrarian ancestors from eastern Europe, or western what was then called Rus or today, Ukraine. In addition, I was also smitten with the modern day: movie stars, sports figures, magazine adds, movie themes/messages, songs/rock & roll, political figures, religious influences, tv shows and commercials, the books I was reading, friends, and the general pop culture. All these voices in my head were a thought soup made of ingredients from other peoples lives and thoughts. My identity had become a melting pot and a patchwork quilt of my ancestors’ belief system, my life experience,  and the ocean of external messages. I had become a parrot, a chameleon, a projection of others’ expectations, a cookie cutter mold cookie, a robot. And the result of my chasing or basing my life on others’ thoughts, rather than turning to Divine Guidance, was mass confusion and a sense of helplessness.

*SIDE NOTE*                                                                                                                   I’m not saying that my emotional and mental DNA from my ancestors and external stimuli was all “bad” or totally irrelevant to my life today. What I am saying is that in order for us to love and live in the present moment in alignment with the Divine Flow of our lives, we need to pause, reflect, and discern whether our thoughts and responses are Divinely Inspired or societally pre-programed. Our best life is when we are in obedience to God, to Love. This is how Samuel put it:

Obedience is better than sacrifice, and                                                                submission than the fat of rams.                                                                                             1 Samuel 15

I find it interesting and reassuring that no matter how distant or close we are to listening and responding to the promptings of the Holy Spirit in our Hearts, the Holy Spirit is always surrounding us with Her living and loving Wisdom and Guidance. All we need to do is pay attention and respond. It is that simple. In addison to the ham story, the other notion that the Holy Spirit blessed me with is introducing me to the concept of generational curses and generational blessings. Generational curses can last up to the third/fourth generation and are the result of the fallout or distancing from God or living apart from God. But, here is the wonderful news, generational blessings last up to 1,000 generations.

The Lord came down in a cloud and stood with him there and proclaimed the name, “Lord.” So the Lord passed before him and proclaimed: The Lord, the Lord, a God gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in love and fidelity, continuing his love for a thousand generations, and forgiving wickedness, rebellion, and sin; yet not declaring the guilty guiltless, but bringing punishment for their parents’ wickedness on children and children’s children to the third and fourth generation! Moses at once knelt and bowed down to the ground.                                                                                                    Exodus 34: 5-8 (NABRE)


Know, then, that the Lord, your God, is God: the faithful God who keeps covenant mercy to the thousandth generation toward those who love him and keep his commandments, Deuteronomy: 7:9 (NABRE)

Little did I know then, but these two themes would become a major work assignment given to me by the Holy Spirit, my guide and my Counselor in the University of Life. The Holy Spirit invited me into the journey of pruning my thoughts and responses so that they became more aligned with Her Holy Promptings and Divine Wisdom rather than the pre-programming life and external stimuli had installed. My “yes” response was based on two feelings; one was desperation and the other was hope. I was desperately confused as to who I was and I was profoundly hopeful in discovering who I would be and what life would be like if I partnered up with the Holy Spirit. This decision and the journey of pruning and discovering was not a shazam moment of transformation. I was not in one moment one person with one set of beliefs and in the next moment a completely unrecognizable person with another set of beliefs and responses. No, it has been and continues being a life long journey. It requires patience, trust, and complete fidelity to God’s Word in my Heart.

I initially began the transformation journey as a rebel and warrioress. Saint Joan of Arc and I were the best of pals. She was my inspiration. We convened often. But, that mode took a lot of energy and drama. It took its toll on me. My journey has humbled me and humbled me and humbled me…  . And when I thought the humbling was done, there was yet another round of humbling. Thus, in time I have made peace and parted ways with my inner warrioress energy, and instead adapted and grown into the gentle peace pilgrim journey. I like it that way now. I went from a raging river to a gently flowing channel.

I made my relationship with God my most important relation+ship. I made listening to and responding to the Voice of the Holy Spirit my priority. I made pleasing God my choice and my service of love. The result: the voices in my head have quieted down and I am continually awed as to the wonderful ways of God.

It was all Grace. It was all a Gift.                                                                                     And continues to be.                                                                                                     irena as i am

Spiritual Hoity-Toity

Pride is a very sneaky and clever intruder. It slithers in very covertly. One does not even recognize that one is at its mercy until hopefully just knee deep into it and not in way over their head. This is true in any area of our lives, even in and especially in the spiritual or awareness journey. It is called the “holier than thou” syndrome, or being a spiritual hoity-toity.

I first embarked on the spiritual journey in the late 1990’s (about 20 years ago) primarily out of necessity to “fix” myself, those around me (ha! was i in for a cold shower of awakening – more like a skinny dip in the Arctic Ocean) and my life. It was not based on a conscious choice to become a better huwom/man being. It was out of desperation. I was seeking a panacea tool, a magic wand that would make all the problems and  the problem people go away, while simultaneously materializing the perfect me, others, life, and material items that i deemed necessary for my joy, fulfillment, and ego gratification. Oh my dear word. Just look at that wish list. There was definitely going to be a lot of pruning in my journey, unbeknownst to me. I am grateful though that built into me, was the predisposition to turn toward God and prayer as a coping and healing mechanism, as opposed to say, drugs/alcohol, gambling, food, shopping, entertainment…  . Now, that’s not to say my coping mechanism was “holier than though”, but I think it was probably a more gentler way of coping and healing for me. And that is not to say, that at some level and at some point in time, I did not turn to external distractions or other external self-medicating activities, but the primary and central “go to relief pill” for me was prayer, religion, and eventually spirituality. In hindsight, it was an abundance of grace that turned my focus, attention, and energy in this direction. Also, my upbringing probably contributed much too. There was a heavy imprint in and on me toward prayer and religion.  They were the hub from which all other spokes of my life originated from and had revolved around.

As I began on this path of spirituality and awareness, I noticed that after a certain amount of spiritual “work”, eventually I would be blessed with an “aha” moment. In this aha moment a revelation would flood my being  and my understanding. It would either elate me as it brought me into a new paradigm of understating, or it would require even more work from me as it would ask me to make some drastic changes in my life. My initial response to the Divine request for change was either bartering, whining, and/or  debating with God. “Did You really say that?” or “Do You really want me to do that?” or “God, are You sure that is wise?” I would volley back and forth with God in my Heart and thoughts. The other two responses that God would get from me were either denial that I had heard God right, and lastly, procrastination. But eventually, I obeyed. Either way, it was all grace. I knew that, and I thanked God for it.  And, it took some time for me to recognize it, but another feeling would creep in very subtly: spiritual pride/arrogance, or feeling spiritually superior, or bowing at the spiritual hoity-toity god of awareness. It was the looking down upon others who were walking around in darkness in an area where I had been shown “the light” that spiritual hoity-toityism showed itself.

Now, is there anything more dangerous and arrogant than taking a Gift of Light and using it as a form of judgement against others or elevating oneself. Most certainly Jesus never did this. On the contrary He used His Gift of Light to enlighten, uplift, and liberate those who turned to Him. He was humble and merciful in that He did not hold it over others nor judge them, and He was powerful in that He used it to bring about the Kingdom of Love in these people’s Hearts, minds, relationships, and lives. For the most part, He practiced patience, compassion, and Love.

With each aha I had to remind myself that it did not come from me or was the result of all the work I did,  but rather it was all Grace and it was all a Gift.

Whenever, I forgot this and found myself thinking else wise, soon with time I would be shown just how little I really knew or how much farther I had yet to go. I was in for a humbling lesson. The person whom I would lay judgement upon would say or do something that astounded me in their Divine Wisdom. Or, that person would have another gift or talent that I would, oh my, confession time, envy. But yet again I was comparing myself. In one instance it was how high I stacked up against them, and in the other instance it was how high they stacked up against me. Comparison: same coin, different sides. Comparison is a sure way to a bloated or deflated ego. Neither feeling is Divinely Inspired. We are each on our own journey of Love and evolution. Everyone’s pace is perfect for them.

However, we do not live in a self-absorbed bubble of it’s just me and God in here. We were made for God and for each other. Our stories, used in the right light and way can serve as gifts for change for others. They can be catalysts for conversion. The sharing of our stories is a revelation of how God works with each one of us with the material of our present day life in order bless us with greater Love, should we choose to accept it. Thus one remedy that I have found in being useful in staying humble in whatever journey of ascension we are on is seeing everyone and everything as our teacher and we theirs. God works through everyone and everything. The key is having eyes that see, ears that hear, and an open mind and Heart for receiving the messages, and then the humility and courage in changing.

But blessed are your eyes because they see,                                                          and your ears because they hear.                                                                             (and your will that is humble, reverent, and obedient to God)                                       Matthew 13

Another remedy is sharing our stories of God’s Love. When we share how God has blessed and healed us, we bring hope to others. We bring hope and light into the darkness that may be holding others down, hostage, or frozen in fear. Hope is like a warm light that melts the ice berg of indecision or inaction. Hope is the light that makes the path less dark, or it can completely dispel the dark. Stories of God’s Love are Soul fuel for the journey.

Lastly, just like varying landscapes or shades of a rose, stories also offer us contrast. We see ourselves in others and others can see themselves in us. We are not then isolated in a tunnel experience thinking we are the only ones feeling this way. If we look at it in the right light or frame of mind, we can use the material of the story as inspiration for change, an example to strive forward, a call to help/action, and/or an invitation to pray for others or a cause. Stories show us just how much alike we all are. Stories keep us humble.

One of the Gifts of the Holy Spirit is Right Judgement. With Divine right judgement we can receive a spiritual gift and turn it into a blessing for ourselves and others. Spiritual Soul ahas are like holy bread for the Soul. They give nourishment. They sustain. They are Soul comfort food. They give us hope, faith, and strength for the journey. With Divine right judgement we can use our ahas as yeast to make even more wonderful bread – bread which feeds the Soul’s hunger for Love, Light, Truth, Wisdom, and Beauty. With Divine right judgment we can take an aha and multiply its blessing. Without Divine right judgement, a beautiful aha, if left to the mercy of the ego can turn into spiritual pride, hoarding or not sharing, and thus not feeding others with holy bread. Don’t do this. Share when Divinely inspired to do so. And share generously.

It’s all a Gift and may Divine right judgement direct your actions,                                          Irena As I Am