Eighteen: Align your will with God's Will for Success

     When you makeup your mind to do good things, you will accomplish them if you use dynamic will power to follow through. No matter what the circumstances are, if you go on trying, God will create the means by which your will shall find its proper reward.
                                                                  In the Sanctuary of the Soul, Paramahansa Yogananda

     The key for the use of will is to align your will with God's will. Every time in life that my personal will was asserted the result seemed to turn out unpleasant. My will was flawed. It was not in tune with God's will for me. It is easier with the use of hindsight to understand where the insertion of my will cause a flaw in the design of my life. To be attuned to the will of God through meditation, healing affirmations and right thinking is far better than floundering around blind in life. There is no way that without the realization of divine guidance in your life that you can move forward.

Fifteen: Many Rivers to Cross

     Seeing the future through the trees is a very difficult proposition right now. One could very easily be discouraged or absolutely paralyzed with fear. If you have half of a mind in the world today, you could certainly be distraught. Every thing changes, times will change and we will get past the pandemic. We are absolutely avoiding political posting. There are way too many crazies in the world today. The other side truly believes in its views.

     The thing that we hold deep in our heart these days is that more change has been wrought by a quill, pen, typewriter and paper then any sword, gun, artillery, jet or bomb. We cling dearly to the premise that change will come and that we hope to be a spearhead in the wave. Never before in our existence have we been more confident in the fact that now is the time to move forward and to pursue publishing. One should assess their place, their orientation to their life and to move forward in the way that is best suited for them. Gone is the anger, fear and lack of self confidence. It is now replaced with certainty and absolute belief in the abilities of moving forward. It is as if the awakening has happened and the desire and motivation to move forward and pursue what has been dormant for all these years. The statement about someone spontaneously catching on fire and accomplishing things that normally they would not have attempted has attracted my attention and that the need to pursue the things that would never have been of interest in my world. The world to us has opened the door and asked that we step into it. For what it is worth, never before do we think we have been ready willing and able to move forward on the journey. Time truly is the great healer of wounds and the desire to heal and to cross the rivers of doubt have never seemed so conquerable.

     May all your thoughts be of great accomplishments!

Many Rivers To Cross

Let Go and Let God

   The decision is made and we are finally sweeping the closets clean and moving to a darling down sized little home in Grand Junction. It is within walking distance to Mesa State University. We have merely delayed our Oregon dream for a year. Our golden Gracie is aged and we fear the move will be too stressful for her. I often arise at night and find her sitting up and staring into the thin mountain air. I have seen the look of death on our years at our rescue ranch. It was my responsibility as the man of the ranch to work with the Vet each and every time and animal went to rest. Each time a little bigger piece of my heart was opened. The hardest of all was the Raja and his wife Sage. I remember backing Sage out of the horse trailer she was terribly crippled. She was feisty and full of life in a crippled body. Her husband Boobala Raja yelled to her when he couldn't see her. He was a proud arrogant military horse who often ignored her until he couldn't see her and then he professed his love for her by yelling to her. The young Vet Tech assisting me looked at me in amazement and said, "They're married." I have looked death the destroyer in the eye each and every time I have laid an animal to rest. We have the time and wish to become part of the downsizing movement. My writing star is on the rise. I am reminded of a book that I have read Shambala: The Sacred Path of the Warrior. In the book the author says that the majority of people have a setting sun mentality and that you need to expand your mind to have a Great Eastern Rising Sun Mentality. 


   This past summer my wife and I have renewed our wedding vows at the Ocean in Ventura, California. It was a simple ceremony between her and I sitting in our little chairs watching the sun set. We exchanged new silver rings, hers with ocean waves and mine with the mountains. I will take her to her rest in Oregon at the ocean's edge. Eagles mate for life. I am reminded by this each and every time we drive toward our new temporary home in Grand Junction. The trip leaves the lower mountains where we live and proceeds along I-70 west and the Colorado River into Hogbacks and then into Mesas. When you start down a long curving road that brings you to the rivers edge there is a sign for the entrance to the county that says "Welcome to Mesa County, the Home of Monuments, Mesas, and Memories." When you reach the rivers edge there is an Eagle Sanctuary along the river in the trees and in the spring like now, you can see the big white heads of the mother's brooding with the father sitting in the trees, his eye on the prize, the prey in the river. If you are lucky enough you may even see one on the wing , the prey in its talons for the young.


    A footnote ending. Our good friend Little Fox died tragically in a trailering accident.  Some day I will find the strength to write of it. To comfort our buddy Jack London who was devastated, we purchased an alpine goat named Daisy, who at the time was pregnant and we didn't know. She had Justin's Little Rose and eventually the whole family went to the Brand Inspector. The Brand Inspector's wife took a liking to our friend Jack and called to ask why he didn't like his grain. We explained that he preferred Folac and now Folac Jack gets his bucket every day and probably passed eating it. I have been taken by the name The Brand Inspector's Wife and I think it would make a good book title.

Now all the closets are swept and the spirits have been cleared. I hope that you have enjoyed the little foray in our Equine Rescue Ranch and journey into an awakening. All the characters have been set and one day, all the cats, horses, goats, and oh yes, the big cougar will make it into my masterpiece.

Beau reunited with his brother Murphy after a long absence.

Paramahansa Yogananda's Mahasamadhi is March 7.

Sri Yukteswar's Mahasamadhi is March 9.

They're Prayer
"Heavenly Father, it is Thou who dost diretly sustain my body. Awaken within me conscious will, conscious vitality, conscious realization, O Eternal Youth of body and mind, abide in me forever and forever."