Forty-Nine, Overcoming Despair; In The Time Of Coronaviris.

      The feeling of despair is real and overwhelming. It invades your being and your home and your family. It is all pervasive and earth shattering. We have nowhere to go an no place to hide. We are prisoners of our own country and the inaction of our leaders. Do other Nations talk and say we feel so bad for the suffering and dying in America. It is outrageous and unbelievable. We are beyond the pale of reason and understanding. We write out of anger, compassion, and belief in humankind to overcome any obstacle or suffering in its path. This is a life long commitment. Where we once were silent, we speak. We shall continue to speak and blog and post and publish and see and say and speak of freedom, Life, Liberty, and Pursuit of Happiness for the real American Dream until the dirt is dropped upon our graves. Despair needs to be turned into action. Despair can be overcome, let it be a motivating factor for all of us. We can no longer be cowering in our homes. Now is the time to come out After The Time Of The Coronavirus and stand tall and be heard. Time to completely change the narrative to flights of fantasy, joy, happiness and health for the coming New Year.

Thirty-Seven: Aspire For A United America: In The Time Of Coronavirus

 Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace
Where there is hatred, let me sow love
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is doubt, faith
Where there is despair, hope
Where there is darkness, light
And where there is sadness, joy
O Divine Master, grant that I may
Not so much seek to be consoled as to console
To be understood, as to understand
To be loved, as to love
For it is in giving that we receive
And it's in pardoning that we are pardoned
And it's in dying that we are born to Eternal Life
Amenities

     Truer words have never been spoken by a loving mortal man. We need more light and love in our world. The darkness these days is all pervading and overwhelming. Do not be fooled by false narratives. They abound in the world today and are designed to polarize your thinking. The narrative of divide and conquer is alive and well. The more we become separated as a nation the more vulnerable as a society. We have come to far as a nation to allow ourselves to be divided in ideology. We are all Americans First and foremost for America. Do not be torn apart. Have patience with those that disagree with your political thinking or mindset. Now is the time that we are at our most vulnerable and can easily be misled by false information from foreign hackers. They are out to create chaos among us. Believe me when I tell you I find it almost impossible to understand anyone who aligns themselves with our current administration. However the thought that we are purposely being manipulated in our hatred and anger over politics does not escape me. I will acquiesce my position to understand my fellow American before I will allow us to be torn apart as a society.

     Sow the seeds of Harmony, Faith, Love and Compassion Today! Take a step back from your opinion and understand your countryman or you had better learn to speak Russian of Chinese. This is no joke. We have the ability to reset the narrative after we come out of Covid. How do you want your future and your children's children's future to look. Take the time to reach out as a Nation and to be one! 

     

Thirty: Exercising Positive Mindfulness In The Time Of Coronavirus

     

     "It is pride that makes self-righteous persons so ready to judge those about them who are weak. True morality includes compassion for others in their ignorant wrongdoings.

Those who like to dwell on the faults of others are human vultures. There is already too much evil in the world. Don't talk of evil, don't think of evil, and don't do evil. Be like a rose, wafting to all the sweet fragrance of soul goodness. Make everyone feel that you are a friend; that you are a helper, not a destroyer. If you want to be good, analyze yourself and develop the virtues in you. Banish the thought that evil has any part in your nature, and it will drop off. Make everyone else feel that you are an image of God, not by your words but by your behavior. Emphasize the light, and darkness will be no more."

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--  Paramahansa Yogananda  --

--  "Man's Eternal Quest".....pag - 77 , 79  -- 

     Self-Righteousness is rampant in America today. Each group has their own narrative and there is no longer a middle or common ground. Do not allow your mindset to be hijacked. Have your belief system but be willing to compromise. The old adage, It is going to take a lot of Love to change the way things are, is the singularly greatest truth in the world today. Stop! Reset the narrative to a discourse of harmony. Live harmoniously in your daily life, strive for positive reinforcement of your own morals and maintain the moral high ground in all your dealings in life. It serves absolutely no purpose to have your thoughts corrupted by and outside force. Now more than ever you must guard your psychic aurora from outside influences that the negativity of the Pandemic is raining down upon us. You must with every fiber of your soul move forward in your life with joy, happiness, and positivity. What good does fear and anxiousness accomplish.

     Pride cometh before the fall! How many prideful bullies do you have to see rise and fall in flames before you understand that aspiring to be good, well rounded and a good citizen to your country, is the goal for the majority. It may seem in the times today that your country has betrayed you. Ask the greatest generation if during the depths of despair in their darkest hours if they felt betrayed. Perhaps, but their sense of duty and right drove them on. We can overcome our hardships. Even if you don't believe that our greatest threat has been eliminated from our most powerful office you must reach out and help your fellow human being and they you. Sense of non community and polarized politics rein supreme. Do we not still live in the freest and greatest country in the world. Remember that! Your situation will change, situations always do. Every day well lived is a day closer to achieving your goal. Believe your job or change in career will come through. Believe that we will persevere as a society and overcome whatever obstacles covid or politics or environment puts before us. Be very careful America you don't want me to have to come to your cities and steal your children to get your attention. Move forward to a brighter future today!

     

Miracles Of Babaji

I was once a Godless cretin, carving a path of self serving destruction and manipulation of people, places, and events for my own benefit. The life that I led ended badly for me and I had to change. It was at that time that I discovered Autobiography of a Yogi, by Paramahansa Yogananda. It was a book destined to rewrite my life, and introduce me to Mahavatar Babaji.

Babaji is a timeless Saint considered to be a Yogi-Christ of Modern India. Paramahansa Yogananda describes him as a deathless Avatar. An Avatar is unsubject to the universal economy. His pure body, visible as a light image is free from any debt to nature. He is solely responsible for bringing Kria Yoga back to humanity. This is a scientific method for achieving Nirbikalpa Samadhi, a state of changeless God-consciousness. The lineage of the Self-Realization Fellowship began with Babaji. He was guru to Lahiri Mahasaya, who became guru to Sri Yukteswar, who became guru to Paramahansa Yogananda, the final guru and founder of the fellowship.

I became a yogi of the order through initiation, and meditate and perform Kria Yoga daily. There have been a multitude of miracles in my life since enrolling in the fellowship. I would like to share them. Upon receiving a letter from The Self-Realization Fellowship, my then Property Manager (and boss) who grew up surfing on the beach in the shadows of the Encinitas, California Ashram took a second look at me and later became my wife.

Together we started a rescue ranch for horses and I learned Equine Massage. I became a healer instead of a plunderer. We rescued a two day old colt with Congenital Flexural Deformity who was about to be euthanized. Through aggressive manual therapy, we straightened his crooked legs, and in time, he grew strait and tall. Unfortunately, he was taken from us in a horrific accident. We were devastated. Although our loss was great and our hearts were heavy, we moved forward with our mission to heal.

In the past, it would have served to close my heart and harden it. Instead, through Kria Yoga, my heart seemed even more open and full of love. I realized it was my mission to help ease the burden of these poor, tortured, and wretched creatures. The miracles came to us in all sizes, shapes, and needs.

Robin, a paint horse who fell seventy feet from a cliff and survived, her right leg was turned and bent. It was scarred, and practically frozen. Her body was lame, and she was being used as a brood mare. Her hooves were overgrown and splitting.

We watched our massage students work tirelessly to break up the scar tissue and stretch her stiff and sore muscles. Their efforts were rewarded when during a class session we looked out of the windows into the arena to see Robin loping around it.

Sid and Sam, a Percheron pair of behemoth brothers appeared. They were in excess of 2000 lbs a piece. Sid, the older brother, so overworked, had laid down on the trail while pulling a sleigh. I was to revel in the sound of his thunderous hooves as he and Sam would gallop to their grain in the morning.

A quarter horse mare named Sister stood over her lifeless foal. She was moaning and sighing. She turned and placed her giant head against my chest. My natural instinct was to cradle her as she stood and moaned. We found out later that the local vet had inadvertently taken a blood sample from her twin sister by mistake. His misdiagnosis allowed Sister to go untreated for Fescue Grass poisoning.

An unnamed horse came to us through the Silt, Colorado auction barn. Thin and frail, she collapsed as the arena gate was closed. We stepped in and purchased her before the killer bought her and we named her Tahoe, after where we were married. A wretch of a creature with open sores on her legs, and ulcerated nostrils causing nose bleeds. I labored constantly cleaning the water troughs because the other horses wouldn’t go near the bloody water. There was nothing that we could do for her. We comforted her with Veterinary Care and all that she could possible eat, as she hopelessly lost weight and wobbled around our fields. When the quality of her life became unbearable, we called the vet to euthanize her. We humanely ended her pain and suffering and it was at that time that my heart truly began to open and the years of bitterness disappear. I realized my calling was to help these creatures move on to a loving God.

Over the remaining years of the ranch, we had many tragedies as with Tahoe, and each one opened my hardened heart further. I didn’t think I had the capacity for any greater love and compassion. We always found the room in our hearts for more. We reveled in each individual success. Dreaming Doc, a double bred Doc Bar Quarter horse, was so special that we gave him to a young girl nicknamed Whistler, who had witnessed her own horse’s death. She renamed him Bullet. Whistler and the Bullet went on to win the Junior National Christian Rodeo Championships.

Our rescue ranch ended with our old quarter horse couple Kota’s Rookie Page, (Buddy) a grandson of the great Poco Bueno, and his wife Sage. Buddy was our first rescue from a wilderness outfitter. He was lame in his left front shoulder. Sage, an unwanted red dun quarter horse was rescued from the dark recesses of a breeding barn for miniatures. She was lame in both front legs. They lived out their golden years together, and were euthanized as a couple when the Vet advised us they could no longer survive another winter. This was a particularly difficult and heart breaking passage.

The final chapter to our rescue story was an E-mail from the woman that fell in love with and bought my Appaloosa named Snowy. He was a gray horse that succumbed to the skin cancers we so valiantly fought. My Pegasus finally got his wings.

Perhaps you are wondering why I’m telling you these stories of love, compassion, ignorance, and cruelty. The veil of Maya was lifted from my eyes and I am one of the world’s wretched creatures bathed in the light of Babaji’s saving grace. I am one of his miracles.

I ask for your help in saving the Haidakan Ashram in India. It is threatened by the Indian Government. They are planning to build a large dam at Jamrani near Haldwani in Uttarakhand. It will flood the valley and destroy the temple built more than 100 years ago with the hands of the spiritual saint It will destroy his Ashram, a Mecca to thousands of devotee’s. If you are not familiar with Babiji, I would recommend that you read Autobiography of a Yogi, by Paramahansa Yogananda.

Please help by going to http://www.petiononline.com/Ramjani and signing the petition to save the Ashram. Albert Bianchine