Greetings and good morning from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley! I recently received an email from a man named Bill. With his permission, I am sharing it here today.
“Hello dear Gloria, I have been wanting to communicate with you for the last couple of weeks, so here goes. From my earliest memories, I have always been focused on spirituality. I remember being seven years old and getting ready for my first communion in the Catholic Church. I didn’t think of it at all as receiving bread or a wafer. I believed and knew it was Jesus coming into my heart. Around age 19, I decided to be a priest and I probably would’ve become one if I didn’t meet my future wife in college. God prepared the way for me on that one, because I would’ve been miserable as a priest in a church that was going backwards rather than forwards in terms of becoming more fundamentalist and dogmatic.
Anyway, despite over 60 years of being a spiritual seeker, I never had a real-life teacher that I could talk to and interact with. Through the grace of God, you have fulfilled that role for me. Since I met you, my spiritual awakening has been rapidly accelerated. By your encouraging me in how to connect with God in the morning when I wake up, I have the most awesome experiences to begin each day. As I mentioned at an earlier time, I go into a different consciousness to receive the Word of God. I then write it down as best I can remember and I have about eight months of journaling that is still the most amazing thing I have ever experienced.
I also have dozens of songs that I have written that I sing during the day to help me remember who I am and live that Presence. Finally, I also have a wonderful time at night before I go to sleep to connect with God that is similar to the morning.
Despite the pandemic, on most days I feel whole, uplifted, fulfilled, and joyful. I also feel that there is a love-light that has expanded my heart to the point where I am glowing on the inside and shining on the outside. So I just wanted to tell you that and express my thanks from the bottom of my heart for your assistance in this regard.
I hope you are thriving and I send you all my love, peace, light and gratitude. Bill
P.S. If you have time, please send a few lines about what is happening in your life.”
As the instrument who had the pleasure of getting a book dictated through me, allowing others simple A, B, C’s and 1, 2, 3’s of HOW TO CONNECT TO GOD, I am the one who just obeyed His guidance. The night this information decided to be born to paper, I was watching a movie with a houseguest. I startled myself at a commercial break by saying, “I need to go to the office. I have to write another book.” I was stunned, actually. I hadn’t been planning on writing one. I didn’t have a title or even a hint of what I would write about, but I came into the office.
I sat staring at the screen on the computer. Normally, if I have a title, I have an entire book inside me. Or a fairytale. I typed a title onto the screen and backspaced it, deleting with a million reasons why no one would pick up a book with that name. I typed another and backspaced. I typed the original thought and the words followed, “I am being called to write another book.”
“GUTS & GLORI(A)” From Fear … to Eternity had been shelved for seven months while I took three of those months and went on the road to promote the Global 8 Prayer/Peace Movement. It had been edited only halfway through and I had fully convinced myself to throw it into the trash and just start anew. All my judgments about the length of it were clouding my perception. I asked the Editor of this newspaper to review it for me. LuAnn Stallcop emailed me saying, “You have put so much information in this book, you would never have to write another one.” In my mind, her sing-songy voice followed, “But you will . . .”
Yep. Fully convinced, I decided to trash it and then “God showed up” and told me to give this book freely to the world. Repeated comments via email/phone/texts come to my attention how people’s lives are being transformed from medical cure miracles to Divine Justice being served. Letters like Bill’s shows up repetitiously. But, “Gloria” doesn’t get credit for this. God does. The ONLY part I played in this was to obey the guidance and inner impulses as taught in this writing.
Jumping ahead to see how all this goes full circle, I am sharing a writing I read this morning. With all the crazy stuff going on with the pandemic and politically, I daily inspire and give hope to individuals that God has all this under control no matter what the outer appearances may suggest.
Written by Hilaria Hamm Rogers . . . may this article inspire you throughout these holidays!
The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn’t been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn’t hate Christmas, just couldn’t find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. “Thank you, but I don’t mean to intrude,” said the stranger. “I see you’re busy, I’ll just go.” “Not without something hot in your belly,” George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. “It ain’t much, but it’s hot and tasty. Stew … made it myself. When you’re done, there’s coffee and it’s fresh.”
Just at that moment, he heard the “ding” of the driveway bell. “Excuse me, be right back,” George said. There in the driveway was an old ’53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver panicked, “Mister, can you help me!” said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. “My wife is with child and my car is broken.” George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. “You ain’t going in this thing,” George said as he turned away.”
“But Mister, please help …” The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. “Here, take my truck,” he said. “She ain’t the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good.”
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. “Glad I gave ‘em the truck, their tires were shot too. That ‘ol truck was brand new.” George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. “Well, at least he got something in his belly,” George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn’t cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. “Well, shoot, I can fix this,” he said to himself. So he put a new one on.
“Those tires ain’t gonna get ‘em through the winter either.” He took the snow treads off of his wife’s old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn’t going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car, an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, “Please help me.”
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. “Pressure to stop the bleeding,” he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. “Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin’,” he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
“Something for pain,” George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. “These ought to work.” He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. “You hang in there, I’m going to get you an ambulance.”
The phone was dead. “Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car.” He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. “Thanks,” said the officer. “You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area.
George sat down beside him, “I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain’t gonna leave you.” George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. “Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time, you’re gonna be right as rain.”
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. “How do you take it?” he asked. “None for me” said the officer. “Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain’t got no donuts.” The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. “Give me all your cash! Do it now!” the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.
“That’s the guy that shot me!” exclaimed the officer.
“Son, why are you doing this?” asked George, “You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt.”
The young man was confused. “Shut up old man, or I’ll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!”
The cop was reaching for his gun. “Put that thing away,” George said to the cop, “we got one too many in here now.”
He turned his attention to the young man. “Son, its Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain’t much, but it’s all I got. Now put that pea shooter away.”
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. “I’m not very good at this, am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son,” he went on. “I’ve lost my job, my rent is due, and my car got repossessed last week.”
George handed the gun to the cop. “Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can.”
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. “Sometimes we do stupid things.” George handed the young man a cup of coffee. “Bein’ stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin’ in here with a gun ain’t the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we’ll sort this thing out.”
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. “Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I’m sorry officer.” “Shut up and drink your coffee,” the cop said. George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. “Chuck! You okay?” one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
“Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?”
“GPS located in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?” the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, “I don’t know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran.”
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
“That guy work here?” the wounded cop continued, “Yep,” George said, “just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job.”
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, “Why?”
Chuck just said, “Merry Christmas boy … and you too, George, and thanks for everything.”
“Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems.”
George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. “Here you go, something for the little woman. I don’t think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy someday.”
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. “I can’t take this,” said the young man. “It means something to you.”
“And now it means something to you,” replied George. “I got my memories. That’s all I need.”
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. “Here’s something for that little man of yours.”
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.
“And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too,” George said. “Now git home to your family.”
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. “I’ll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good.”
“Nope. I’m closed Christmas day,” George said, “See ya the day after.”
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. “Where’d you come from? I thought you left?”
“I have been here. I have always been here,” said the stranger. “You say you don’t celebrate Christmas. Why?”
“Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn’t see what all the bother was. Puttin’ up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin’ cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn’t the same by myself and besides, I was getting’ a little chubby.”
The stranger put his hand on George’s shoulder. “But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. “That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man.”
“Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done, you will be with Martha again.”
The stranger moved toward the door. “If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned.”
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.
“You see, George … it’s My birthday. Merry Christmas.”
George fell to his knees and replied, “Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus.”
Merry Christmas!! This story is better than any greeting card.
Coming full circle back to Bill . . . he wanted to call me for 14 years and just so happened to do so in 2019. Until he reads these words, he will never know the impact he had on my life and gifts on that fateful day. Following my husband’s death and going down the rabbit hole after the assault, without access to my gifts, Bill’s call came. He scheduled an appointment for a private healing. My first in 14 years. Not knowing if I was still able to be used as an instrument for miracles, I agreed to him coming to my home. During that session, we experienced the Presence of God together. My self-confidence was restored. I went public again and wrote three more books…one of which touched Bill’s life in a profound way. Because of Bill, how many more people will be blessed? Only God knows…
When we are led by the Spirit of God, trusting, obeying the inner voice, and taking action on the motivation through those inner impulses, miracles happen and the supernatural becomes a part of our life’s experience. Through all of the confusion occurring in our nation, it is my belief that this column here today will be of great significance. May it remind each of us throughout these coming days that what appears tragic to individuals or to a nation – that He can use it for His Greater Good, allowing these situations to bring out the best in all of us.
Greetings and good afternoon from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley! It’s cold and snowy here on October 24th and highly unusual, but what can we expect from 20/20 and its perfect spiritual vision for humanity?!
The month started out in high gear on my birthday (October 5th) with well wishing, which took 19 days to complete from family, fans, and friends. It also took a lot of time to write thank you’s to personally respond to everyone who thought of me. To all of you who took the time to relay your love, I appreciate your loving gestures tremendously!
However, beyond my special day – a dear friend of mine was born on the 6th and I wrote her a “Personalized Fairytale” and framed it. I think its message is important for all light workers and I am sharing it with you today. Many of us are dealing with the same issue and I’ll explain what follows once we follow that advice.
Those Small Acts of Love and Kindness . . .
Once upon a nowaday time in the Year of our Lord, 2020 – a grand celebration was about to occur individually and collectively. The great event had been foretold long ago of this Biblical process of separating the wheat from the chaff.
In the state of Minnesota, the people whispered of a grand celebration of the times. Also, a beautiful Lady named Sharon Bakken was preparing to celebrate her birthday. Unaware of the thought and love of her children to prepare for this special moment of recognition for their mother, Sharon was preparing to have silence and solitude on her special day.
For all those who knew and loved this Lady, they held her in extreme high regard. To those who knew her core of goodness, she was the light in the darkness and the calm in the storm.
Spending her life freely in offering time and attention, kind words of encouragement, and endless hours of listening . . . Sharon remarkably brought smiles to those who endured sadness, heartache in its many forms, and to others in their dark moments of loneliness.
This fair and just Lady took the time to make a difference (which many ignored) to bring loners into her circle of friendships. She had an uncanny ability to make everyone she met to feel warmly welcomed, special, and accepted.
Sharon was an extraordinary soul who quietly walked among others, offering a smile that would simply melt their hearts that had been hardened by life’s burdens.
She knew through experience that the peace, laughter, joy, and love she so freely shared with others were the things of the greatest value . . . with no out-of-pocket expense to her. She gave and gave and gave. When she was tired and spent, she gave some more.
Along life’s path, Sharon met a commoner named Gloria. These two women found a common thread and goal in one another. A deep bond was formed. They agreed that not all family members live under the same roof. These two women were sisters in Christ’s unconditional love.
With Sharon’s special day fast approaching, Gloria’s heart opened fully, offering Sharon glad tidings of her eternal love. She knew how important it is to stop and take the time to thank the people who have made a difference in our lives.
Gloria also knew that the year 2020 was occurring historically to give each soul “perfect spiritual vision and to awaken the hearts of mankind.” Her message of hope, love, and encouragement to her blessed friend was this:
“Sharon, this is the part of our lives as Servants of God where we silently and peacefully remove ourselves from anyone who hurts us more than they love us, drains us more than they replenish us, brings more stress than they do peace, and tries to stunt our growth rather than clap for it. I believe we’ve done more than enough talking and trying to make things work with certain people. We need to be done with these individuals . . .”
Gloria continued, “My dear friend, I know how diligently you have tried to show by example what your Christian faith decrees through our Lord & Savior. The wheat represents those who are truly repentant, the chaff . . . of those who are not. No longer can one sit on the fence – choices have been made of whom will be served . . . love . . . or fear.
Through your devotion of faith and love, Sharon, you have served God and humanity well. Your name has been written in the heavens and upon the hearts of each of us who have had the pleasure of your special touch in our lives.
On this day, October 6, 2020 – let these words of gratitude live on in your heart of my deep appreciation of having you in my life.
Some people believe that it is only great power that can hold
evil in check. But, that hasn’t been my belief or reality.
Instead, I have discovered that it is the small everyday deeds
of ordinary folk like you who keeps the darkness at bay . . .
thosesmallactsofloveandkindness
that you so graciously and generously share.
Happy Birthday, sweet Sharon! May all those surrounding you from near and far on your special day embrace you in the same loving warmth as you have always given to each of us!
Thanks for touching my life . . .
. . . With love,
Gloria D. Benish
Personalized Fairytales, Unlimited
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Knowing I wanted to gift Sharon with a personalized tale (incredible statement directly from the Holy Spirit,) I prayed about it. Knowing that I am One with God, which constitutes my Oneness with all spiritual beings . . . I knew that the message was for me, as well. I was dealing with a loved one who physically and emotionally hurt me. I love her, however, I explained that when she abused me – if others knew it, I would lose credibility for attempting to end abuse in this generation. People would question why I allowed someone to be cruel to me and allow them to remain part of my life. It was time to release her (peacefully) from my life and pray for her to go forward with her highest good.
It isn’t always easy to let go, but here’s what happens when we do. That void is filled with another individual coming into our life, which ends up benefiting both people.
By letting go and moving Miss Grumpy Smurf-butt out of my bubble, Krissie entered that sacred space, ready and willing to be mentored. Standing at my sink, she happened to say, “I told all my friends that I was coming to stay with you and attend Spiritual Boot Kamp.” When she said those words, the lightbulb came on inside my head as it being THE NAME FOR MY SPIRITUAL CENTER. Until now, I didn’t know what to call it, other than “the Healing Center for Humanity.”
Krissie was open to be healed. Using the tools around the home . . .
my weighted blanket for PTSD,
the ocean drum’s calming rhythm and sound,
a sand-scape for silencing her racing mind,
a session of love light from me,
her physical work-out . . .
. . . Krissie waltzed right out of here feeling like a new person, raring full-speed ahead to teach others what she had just learned.
While she was here, I received 10-fold from her. She inspired me to trademark the name Spiritual Boot Kamp, assisted in getting the domain for the website, and set me up with all the necessary strategy to begin creating Podcasts so I can reach more people. We got my artist for drawing book covers in on the project, detailing the Logo of “Dr. Glo-bug decked out in camo and wearing combat boots, wearing big red eyeglasses and holding a U.S. flag. She also set up a GoFundMe account and if you go visit the site on Facebook, you will see me attired in camo from head to foot and laughing heartily. This boot kamp isn’t going to be anything like you have ever imagined! A highly talented team is getting armed to love you like you’ve never been loved before in your life!
Exit . . . stage right, back to Oregon from where she had come . . . Krissie left just in the nick of time from my guest room for two male characters to arrive from Oregon. Will and Shon are staying at my home for a few weeks, awaiting their new home in Hamilton to be prepared. I am completely astounded by their readiness to be of assistance, first to me and later in the Center. These characters are so multi-talented – where would I begin?
An ex-Navy Seal, Will is a walking/talking example of an amazing man filled with wisdom. His momma was his first drill sergeant and taught that boy well on cooking/canning/clean-up. Watching this spiritual guy in motion, well . . . to say the least, I am dazzled by his brilliance!
Shon is self-taught militarily, a prepper, a gallant gentleman, strong, and Christian-guided by the Holy Spirit. Both men are ready and willing to be of service for the greater good of humanity. Believe me – they are willing to give their all to make this Spiritual Boot Kamp a physical reality as soon as possible for you and those you love. Their goal is to help you get your “basic (spiritual) training” in order to experience the supernatural things God has intended for His kids.
The Global 8 Prayer/Peace Movement is moving along nicely. The Holy Spirit gives me feedback repeatedly from people who are saying the Global 8 Prayer for their friends, family, and foes. The responses are remarkable from physical healing miracles to outright Divine Justice being served. Those stories will have to wait for another column because there are far too many stories and situations to relay for now. I have actually been guided to write another book, “242 Prayers” which will include that many individual’s stories of how that prayer has worked in their lives to alter their physical world into a spiritual outcome. If you choose to include your miracle story, please send it to the email listed below – along with a note giving me permission to put it in this book.
Back to Miss Grumpy Smurf-butt. If I would have chosen to keep her in my life and allowing her to be abusive to me, I was settling for someone who wasn’t for my highest good. Rather than getting comfortable with the abuse and thinking any of my kindness was going to change her would have disallowed my greater good of experiencing His Presence through Krissie, Will, and Shon. I am patiently awaiting your arrival HERE at the Boot Kamp and preparing a place for you to come.
The poster in the Post Office of Uncle Sam with his red/white/blue top hat has his index finger pointing and the words saying, “I need you!” Now just imagine a new poster with Dr. Glo-bug, with my index finger extended and saying, “I AM HERE FOR YOU!”
Until next month, take care . . . I care . . .
Always,
Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.
(Alias: Dr. Glo-bug – Just here “to lighten things up”
Greetings and good morning from the rainy/smoky Bitterroot Valley! I find myself giggling to myself as I start writing today. It’s just my warped sense of humor bleeding through as I typed “A Helping Hand” and knowing how ironic it is with what I am opening this month’s column to write about.
Many years ago, a man wanted to date me and I was hesitant, not feeling ready to do so after the loss of my husband. I had traveled to Omaha to be available for the birth of my first blood-born grandson. While I was gone from Montana, I received a call from him and his request confirmed my feelings of resistance. If he was trying to “court me,” he was extremely raw in his attempts.
I was actually stunned when he asked me to “talk dirty to him.” I politely told him that I didn’t know how to do that, but I had a friend who did this with her boyfriend and maybe he’d like her phone number to ask this of her. He was now the one stunned, sputtering that it just wouldn’t be the same . . . it was me he wanted to perform his fantasy. Seldom am I ever at a loss for words, but here I was with just my imagination of how this was going to (NOT!) roll . . .
Still politely telling him that I didn’t have that capability with even my husband to do this, I certainly didn’t have the desire to begin now with a stranger. He continued to beg me to fulfill this request. He finally negotiated that since I’m a writer that he’d be willing to allow me to put the dirty talk in print and then read it to him. I told him I would ponder it. I then listened to his normal issue he discussed during his calls to me of his annoying elderly neighbor, Mrs. Stackers. She drove him nuts with her busy-body “Mrs Kravitz/get her nose in your business attitude.” She had no filter and said whatever came to mind and it drove him crazy.
I awoke at 7 a.m. the following morning with a poem in my head, rushed it to paper, and made the call to him “to talk dirty.” Excitedly, I said, “Ok, are you ready to hear what I wrote for you?” Panting in anticipation, he said, “Yeah . . . yeah, I’m READY!” I read the following words:
If I wanted to lay you down, I’d send you over to Mrs. Stackers.
You want me to talk dirty to you? Ok…”F” you – and kiss my crackers!!
He wasn’t impressed. In fact, he groaned. I said, “You wanted me to talk dirty and that’s about as dirty as I can get.” He whined, “That wasn’t exactly what I was anticipating and eww … but Mrs. Stackers?!” I innocently replied, “Well, I needed something to rhyme with Mrs. Stackers and could have said “PACKERS,” but I know you don’t like football.”
You, the readers, who know me as a healer and inspirational author probably believe that since we’re called to use our talents and gifts for the greater good of mankind, that we only get the warm fuzzies. I truly believed after I was raped and had things done to me that were pure evil that no one could shock me if they related their experiences. I was just sure of it, believing I could handle just about anything now. Was I wrong? I was soon going to find out.
Talk about offering “A Helping Hand,” . . . My telephone rang recently and a man’s voice said, “Hi sweetheart!” I replied, “Hi . . . who is this?” He said his first name, which I know many by that name, but the voice didn’t sound familiar. He said, “I need you” and I asked, “How may I serve you today?” His next words startled me by saying, “I need you to talk dirty to me.” As I am saying, “Well, that isn’t something I feel comfortable doing and most likely is not going to happen today,” my mind is racing. Is this an obscene phone call and I should hang up? Am I being tested by God, willing to be of service no matter what the call is? Is this guy recording me to download whatever I say onto Internet for me to lose credibility? Spinning thoughts in a millisecond were going through my head . . .
With courtesy, I am going to use words to describe this situation so LuAnn (Editor of the Open Line doesn’t get censored for having a Triple XXX rated newspaper,) but still able to explain how this situation can be dealt with on a spiritual level. This man explained bluntly how he was in a clinic and had to provide a specimen in a jar and needed me to assist. Wondering where his wife was, I was informed that she was home “because it was a privacy issue.” Although he told me he would never tell anyone he made the call or divulge whatever dirty fantasy information I provided, I still felt HUGELY AWKWARD HAVING THIS CONVERSATION.
Married for 10 years in my first marriage, trying to get pregnant and having to deal with all the embarrassing details to accomplish it brought me to a moment of compassion. I knew how he felt, but from a woman’s perspective. My attitude about what I was dealing with shifted tremendously. I am used to dealing with women with issues of rape/abuse/embarrassing body functions. Bingo . . . time to walk my talk and know how a man feels in situations like this.
He wanted me to describe what I was wearing. A hoodie and sweatpants wasn’t going to cut it. He wanted me to describe my body. No, nope, nada . . . my hairy legs that hadn’t been shaven, the cellulite that appeared from the lockdown since March, my arms that have “Popeye muscles on the top, but the skin that hangs down when I raise them because “gravity works,” or my face that has a roadmap of wrinkles. That was going to turn him OFF, not on.
I asked the Holy Spirit silently how to handle this situation, because I was at a loss of how to help this man who was whimpering on the telephone for help. A one-liner from my book, “As God is My Witness” came to mind to help me shatter all resistance: “Feel the fear and do it anyway.”
I said, “You are projecting outwardly thinking that I have the answers, but they lie within you. I don’t know what woman attracts you or what YOUR fantasies are, nor do I need to. You need to use YOUR imagination…what color hair, shape/size woman and what YOU would do if given an opportunity.” That’s all it took and without using his response, let me just say that the mission was accomplished. Phew. Thank goodness for both him AND me.
I have put my home telephone number in thousands of books and spoken it globally to make myself as accessible as possible to the public. I have assured people that I won’t judge them and they are safe to say whatever they need to say.
Ladies, bless men’s hearts! We think they are so tough, but heartache and fear wears many faces and sometimes, they are on men and they can’t reach out as easily.
I received a handwritten letter from a man recently who was afraid to send it through his computer. I am so glad that he felt safer to put it in letter form and express himself freely to tell me his story. I believe it can help others and I’m keeping his name confidential. I will call him Mr. Braveheart.
“I feel like I’m on a spiritual path now which has me growing . . . thank you. I’m also reading your book you told me to download, “GUTS & GLORI(A). To put it clinically, it resonates with me . . . put another way – a person in A.A. says, “It hits me where I live!” (I’ve been sober for 45 years.) I must say that it’s been hard to read GUTS – due to the rape you’ve experienced. Thank you somuch for including the Prayer of Forgiveness. I must have said it to myself seven times at least while reading through the first time.
I had gone for a private session with a local Native American for a forgiveness session but could not bring myself at the time to do it. The first time was a man/boy who was 18 at the time . . . I was 17. We were both camp counsellors at a camp for special ed children. He attempted later when we ran into each other on campus. I was in University – perhaps first year . . . he pulled me into the bushes next to a church, but I can’t remember anything after that. The second person had been a lead part in a play. I had been his dresser backstage. I was a theatre major then. He had invited me to a bar, plied me with double shots of bourbon . . . numerous shots. Well, I “put the plug in the jug” about six months later thanks to the fellowship of A.A. and due to a connection with my Higher Power (whom I choose to call God,) I have not found it necessary to take a drink since then. But, thank you Gloria for sharing the Prayer of Forgiveness.
Mr. Braveheart’s letter spoke of working in a distress center and witnessing a client who cut his throat and wrists in front of him, leaving him to deal with the trauma. He shared his story of being 4 years old and his father dying from the car accident which put him into a coma. His mother had been told by the medical world that he wasn’t going to live and if he did, he’d be a vegetable for the rest of his life. A mother’s faith and love restored him. After learning to walk and talk again, he went forth with his life to be of service to many. He ended his letter by saying:
I’ve never told anybody that in my life. I recall having a series of repetitive dreams where I’m being lowered through that tunnel of light. I remember being told by “someone” almost in a coaching type of manner, that I have a PURPOSE to fulfill. I would like to think that PURPOSE is making my little part of the world a little more loving and a little lighter. So, perhaps God led me to you . . . who’s to say? ME : ) Whoa, that was totally intuitive! I would like to help in any way I can.
I think Mr. Braveheart just did! I responded immediately to his letter and we will just see, eh?! I might just need a man who has experience in a crisis center and has recovered from abuse to help me with the men when I get a HEALING CENTER FOR HUMANITY up and running!
And then, there’s our precious Crystal who wrote to me for prayers for her daughter this week because she tested positive for Covid-19. Having that stress, along with financial difficulties, she got whacked with anxiety a third time in the same week. Her four tires had been needlessly slashed by an angry neighbor because she knocked on his door at 2:30 a.m. and asked him to please turn down his music with his nightly wild party going on. Crystal had been dealt about all she could handle from Life 101 and wrote to me for guidance. This is how some of our conversations went this week:
Crystal: I just got a call from my oldest daughter. She tested positive for Covid today. She’s short of breath and coughing a lot. Please keep her in your prayers. I’m so worried about her.
Me: I AM on it immediately. Please keep me advised. Do what it teaches in Chapter 2 of GUTS & GLORI(A). ooxx
Crystal: Thank you, Gloria. This whole thing has just got me so upset. It’s hard to clear my mind and think straight because I’m so stressed and worried. My daughter and I FaceTimed for a while this evening. It was breaking my heart when she was coughing and explaining that when she’s breathing in deeply, it hurts.
Me: You remain peaceful and let God do His job. You can rub your hands together and put them over your eyes any time you feel fear or anxiety. That is ALL you need to do. Fear not . . . your kid just became MY KID and trust me, I AM WILLING AND ABLE TO BE HIS INSTRUMENT IN HER BEHALF. Again, do hands over your eyes and RELAX. ooxx
Crystal: I’m going to do that now and try to fall asleep. My nerves are about shot. I think that’s probably the best thing I should do is just close my eyes and put hands over my eyes. I love you so much, thank you for being such a good friend.
Me: Just checking in today to see how you are doing? Did you get a good night’s rest?
Crystal: Yes, I did actually, thank you for checking on me. And I borrowed money from a friend to get her some supplies because my job has been messing with my money/hours this summer and really put a financial strain on me. It’s bothering her that she can’t taste anything and all she wants to do is eat spicy food. I’m trying to stay calm and not bother her too much. It’s really hard as a mom to do that when your child is sick.
Me: I know . . . I hover. My daughter Danielle makes fun of me. When she, at age 35, is in the bathroom for what I consider “too long,” I knock on the door and ask, “Are you okay in there?” She always giggles and says. “ Yes momma.” For all I know, she is reading BETTY & VERONICA comics on the back of the throne. But, I can’t help myself. So I understand you doing everything in your power to nurture her through this. Glad you slept well! Gotta keep momma strong and energized to be of any help. I am sorry we are all suffering to one degree or another over this virus. I will check on you again later….love you bunches. Ooxx
Crystal: Two nights ago, someone slashed all four of my tires. Little did they know, a neighbor had a video camera and the police couldn’t do anything with the information. Unfortunately, the faces weren’t obvious in the camera and the police couldn’t do anything with the information. But the good news is that I am 100% sure it was the neighbor because of the clothes worn and the body style and mannerisms as they moved around my car putting holes in every one of my tires. So that’s how my life is going. I hope things are going well in your world. I’m completely stressed out. Thankfully, my daughter is doing a lot better, thank you for your prayers and love. She still has a nasty cough, but she can breathe. Anyway, I love you bunches, just giving you an update on what’s happening with me and kind of just wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing.
Me: Good morning and good grief! I was so happy to see your face first thing when I picked up my phone this morning. I thought about you so many times yesterday. My intuition told me yesterday afternoon that your daughter is doing better. I will tell you what . . . anyone causing someone grief in this world and being an unnecessary a-hole just marked themselves as chaff. Now, especially in all of recorded history, “He’s making a list and checking it twice . . .” Does your car insurance cover vandalism? Be sure and say the Global 8 Prayer for this lost soul. Have a great day sweetheart. You have many blessings surrounding you and lots of reasons to smile. Signing off today as Reverend Gloria … silly, eh? Look at all the foul language I used to inspire you!! Say the prayer and watch them be moved to their rightful place without effort on your part.
Crystal: You know, you’re right. I know I probably should’ve said it the day that it happened, but I’m mad at them and I feel like the saying is going to bless them and right now, I want them to pay for what they did. But, you’re right – that’s what I should do and I’m gonna do it. Just so angry and bitter right now from all the stress and everything that’s gone on with my daughter/then with my job/and the unneeded and unnecessary mess they did to my car.
I just did it and it makes me laugh that I had found that so hard to do before. So angry and I’ve been so stressed and so frustrated with how life is going right now. I really needed that, I’m glad you reminded me. Thank you, love you so much!
Me: With this Prayer, there is a 50/50 chance that their lives are going to turn to shit. If they choose to remain a bully, their lives go south. If they choose to stop being an a-hole, they will atone and start doing loving things for you and others. Actually, it’s a win/win . . . either you witness their karma or you benefit from their love. Good job sweetie!
Crystal: 48 hours later . . . An update on my current events. One of the officers called me yesterday evening and said he’d like to come by and talk to me. He came to my house and he was discussing some of the pictures from the video. He said he had enough evidence to serve my neighbor with a court date and it will be coming up in October. I’m happy that my neighbor didn’t at least get away free. We’ll see what happens in court. I’m hoping justice will be served…and please, have these people leave me alone.
Me: Thank God . . . a result of YOU saying the prayer. All darkness is revealed when doing so and DIVINE JUSTICE is served. No one gets off the hook with that prayer. When you say it for loved ones . . . they are lifted up under the umbrella of protection. When you say it for those who do harm … well, you will see the fulfillment on court day. Yahoo! Another friggen black hat is goin’ down. Now is the time before you put those invisible six shooters back in the holsters on your hips…you blow the smoke off ‘em and slip them ever-so-delicately back at your side to re-load with the Power of Prayer to use the next time when you come face-to-face for a show-down. KA-POW . . . Crystal is empowered from on High! HI….OOOO Silver rides again.
Crystal: Hahaha…yes, thank you – I was swirling down a hole of anger and frustration and you reminded me to pray for my enemies when it was very, very difficult to do so. I did it repeatedly over and over again . . . and over again. I love you for so many reasons but most of all your friendship and laughter. You always have the right thing to say to ease my mind or point me in a better direction. This earth plane is so lucky you are here helping us misguided and confused. You have never made me feel judged or uneasy for just being myself and speaking freely. Somehow you get your point across with clarity without ever making me feel bad. I appreciate you.
Me: We are in spiritual warfare right now – the separation of the wheat from the chaff. Warm fuzzies are going to piss off the enemy the same as our anger will escalate them. Humanity’s anger and cussing is a wonderful tool to use it to point you in the right direction . . . within . . . to prayer when we feel like helpless and hopeless victims. I may be burned at the stake before this incarnation is over with what I have to say to humanity. We have never met with skin on and I love you so much, I wish we lived closer – I would have to have you over for dinner to celebrate with you. Here is an IOU. Ooxx
After I wrote GUTS & GLORI(A) – I thought about trashing it. In fact, I feel that way about every book I write. I “think I could do better” and should just start over. When Kirk was alive, he prevented me from throwing books into the garbage. With this one, God stopped me by telling me to give it freely to the world (and He didn’t ask me to rewrite it before I obeyed what He was saying.)
I think of it this week like this. If I would have thrown it away, would Mr. Braveheart, Crystal, and other people who wrote to me understand as easily why praying for our enemies is so important? It is when we feel angry, frustrated, and filled with pure hate that we need to do it for ourselves! STOP THE HATE – PRAY THE GLOBAL 8! Without the book, I would have never met two more friends on life’s path who are willing to be of service to me, individually and collectively. It’s always a win/win when God brings us into one another’s lives.
As I end today’s lengthy column, I have to admit – as a healer and inspirational writer – I would have never dared to believe I would ever write or talk about such raw subjects. In today’s times and with the filth coming to the surface to be cleaned up, it seems I continue to be handed turds to polish and transform them into a palatable inspirational column, story, or book to achieve the healing this planet requires.
Greetings and good morning from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley! Things appear to be so serious on the planet currently and the past five months. Hearing of depression, deaths, political disturbances, and contrary individual bloopers in lives can wear on a person when no break seems imminent. I feel inspired today to talk about things that will bring a smile to your face and perhaps even a few laughs. Ol’ Dr. Glo-bug is here to “lighten things up,” even if it’s only temporarily.
My youngest granddaughter Kathryn was turning nine years old yesterday. A birthday dinner party was set in motion. While being a caretaker yesterday and out running errands for him, I got a call from my daughter. She hadn’t planned on any games for the six little children and hoped that while I was out I would get some squirt guns, water balloons and a kiddie pool. The only squirt guns I could find were pricey, but they lit up and were unique. To the tune of $60 (on sale!) I arrived at the party with her gifts in hand.
Weeks earlier, Kathryn discovered an abandoned baby Quail in their yard and became it’s new mommy. She would tenderly hold the baby in the palm of her hand. When she touched its stomach, it would roll onto its back and fall asleep in her hand. A picture of her holding the sleeping baby Quail in her hand, up near her smiling face had been taken. It was soooo sweet!
This picture of her was transferred to a beautifully decorated Baskin Robbins birthday cake for the event. She had opened her gifts and was magnificently delighted to get a pogo stick from Mommy and Daddy. She opened each gift with such gracious gratitude for each gift giver. She opened mine, which was her long awaited and dreamed-for Diamond Art craft. I had made a bow out of all the colorful flavors of Tootsie Roll Suckers for her gift, in order for her to share with each child present. Kathryn is a “real sucker” for this specialty treat (pun intended) and was so thrilled to show her little guests what was awaiting them all after this gift was opened.
It was time to cut into the beautiful cake, mouths were watering . . . especially Granny B’s! Kathryn has always chosen Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for her favorite birthday dinner. We were all surprised that she has found a new favorite and my daughter Danielle made the most scrumptious Sushi Bowls for us guests.
Many of you already know that I’m a food pusher and feed you in every book, oftentimes giving the recipes. Today is no different and I have to tell you – I had never had a Sushi Bowl, it was my first – but, it definitely won’t be my last! I can’t wait to have guests and spring this new idea on them! (I think Danielle just came up with a brand new craze creating Sushi this way!)
Using sticky white rice, Danielle topped it off with diced cucumbers/cream cheese/ jalapenos/avocado. She had one plate with crab and shrimp and for those who didn’t like seafood, she had a platter of orange chicken and/or teriyaki chicken . . . topped off with Soy Sauce. I would have loved to have had seconds, but remember – I was saving room for cake!
As daddy stuck nine candles into the ice cream cake, I leaned over and whispered, “Kathryn, just a reminder – but you might want to start thinking about what your wish will be before you blow out your candles.”
She looked into my eyes with concern and replied, “Oh, Granny B! I don’t know what I’ll do . . . because ALL MY WISHES HAVE ALREADY COME TRUE!”
Her words deeply touched my heart! Isn’t it an amazing thing to hear? I don’t think I have EVER heard anyone say that in my nearly 67 years of life! I don’t care if you are 9 or 90 – if you ever hear someone say that, it will touch your heart, as well!
I know for Kathryn, getting the gifts she received were physical “things,” her favorite dinner, her long awaited Diamond Art craft and that pogo stick thrilled her. Add to her list, her favorite cookies ‘n cream ice cream cake with the picture of her and the Baby Bird she named “Turbo,” her little friends and attending guests with all their good wishes and love for her . . . she had every right to believe that all her wishes had come true. They had!
Seen through the eyes of a child, who is a social butterfly . . . locked down from the Covid, unable to play with friends or hug a grandparent, Kathryn’s special day was magical and I’ll just bet she keeps this memory for a lifetime of her birthday that occurred in 2020.
For each of you today, I’ll quote Rascal Flatts (Greatest Hits Volume 1) of his song “My Wish.”
I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow,
And each road leads you where you wanna go,
And if you’re faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin’ till you find the window,
If it’s cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile.
But more than anything, more than anything . . .
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.
I hope you never look back, but you never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you live,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God’s Grace, in every mistake,
And always give more than you take.
But more than anything, yeah, more than anything . . .
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and want the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish, Yeah Yeah
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too.
Yeah, this, is my wish (this is my wish for you).
In hearing Kathryn’s simple, but profound, comment – I have been thinking about my lifelong wishes. Recently, with my mother on her deathbed who could no longer open her eyes or speak, I softly said, “It’s okay mom, I don’t need to hear you say the words, because I know how deeply you have loved me.”
I have known the devotion of a man who loved me more than air itself and showed it in every way and on every day (not just Valentine’s Day!) I have experienced the love from children and grandchildren, from all family and friends near and far . . . from some whom I’ve never even had the pleasure of meeting “with skin on” and have “known” them, sometimes for 25 or 30 years now through my career. I have recently discovered through Facebook and in finding friends from the past how dearly they still love me and think fondly of me (as I do them . . .)
My human wishes of physical things of:
Writing books and inspiring the world has come to pass. I am not famous or relatively even known, or even getting rich — but that wasn’t my goal. Nearly every day, I hear comments about my writings. An 84 year old woman called me a few days ago. She is reading “Total Truth & Lies” (prevention and recovery from rape and abuse) and through her tears . . . she said, “You gave me this book freely last month and I’m almost done reading it. But, I have to tell you – I FEEL EXACTLY EVERYTHING IN THIS BOOK AS IT IS WRITTEN!” I gently remarked, “I know . . . and when you finish reading, you are going to call me back and we’ll talk about it and you won’t be crying any longer and you’ll know you’re healed.”
Helping convicts get second chances, truly rehabilitating them . . . healing their issues and living their lives to the fullest, giving them one-on-one attention and getting to meet them face-to-face as free and thriving souls walking again amongst society has and is continuing.
Creating the physical HEALING CENTER FOR HUMANITY has not yet materialized in the form I thought it would. But, until then, I continue to use my humble home and touch those He puts on my doorstep. I have always thought BIG and dreamed even bigger and it “ain’t over until the fat lady sings.”
Those “things” aren’t the truly important ones though. When I asked God “where the healing center was supposed to be,” he responded, “Wherever you are.” It’s the LOVE that’s important and I take that everywhere I go. When I meet a person, do a private healing, and hold them following the session . . . most generally, it’s ME who’s doing the crying. Holding them in my arms, I’m trying to utter the words through tears, “I’m sooo sorry that you didn’t know, until now, how loved you are!”
In closing today, let me state clearly, “My wish for you . . . I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too.”
Greeting and good afternoon from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley! What an exciting month I’ve experienced and tickled to get to share it with you. A month ago, I gifted the world with my new book, “GUTS & GLORI(A) (From Fear … to Eternity.) On the first day of its release, I was receiving radio interview offers coming to me. It confirmed God’s message to me, “If you have a message from Me, the world will beat a path to your door.” He was right.
I feel the need to write this month’s column in three parts:
PART ONE, REFERENCING “GUTS & GLORI(A) (From Fear … to Eternity):
A woman who heard an interview of me speaking to targeted women texted me, following the receipt of the PDF of the book. She asked if I would be willing to be interviewed in the United Kingdom. I agreed to do so. I had been told there would be 66,000 listeners in the U.K. Minutes before we went live, the Producer came on and asked where I was and I responded, “Montana.” I asked where he was and he replied, “Scotland.” Surprised, I asked, “Is Scotland going to hear the interview today, as well?”
He giggled and said, “Gloria, in just a few more minutes – we are going live WORLDWIDE.”
“Oh…” is all I could reply in shock. Well, would we expect any less from God wanting to get His message to the masses?
Within days of this book’s release, I was either texting/emailing/speaking with readers and hearing their comments. From sun-up to sun-down, I was keeping abreast of each response. My daughter laughed at me and said, “Momma, that’s all well and good for now, but what are you going to do when 10,000 comments come in within a day?” I’ll take Scarlett O’Hara’s one-liner and say, “I’ll think about that tomorrow,” because today . . . I’m doing okay.
Briefly, I want to share a few of them with you in hopes that if you haven’t read the book, you might and find spiritual assistance to get through your life a little easier.
One woman wrote and said that she had been very ill for 13 years and had a tumor on one of her lungs. She said the Global 8 Prayer daily for a week and a half, when she felt what she related as an ice cube feeling in her chest that melted towards her heart. She went to her scheduled doctor visit to have tests to see how much her tumor had grown . . . and it was gone!
Lee, in Virginia called and said that she woke up hurting a week ago so badly, she felt compelled to drive herself to the emergency room. Frightened she wasn’t going to make it, she continued. When she arrived, she was crying in pain and begging them to do something because she couldn’t stand the pain much longer. Lying in the hospital bed and both arms being poked, they ran test after test.
Remembering a story I had told about rubbing your hands together and scanning for hot and cold spots, she did this simple exercise. Taught that cold means not enough electricity and hot sensation means too much electricity . . . both being an imbalance, she scanned her body. She felt extreme heat in her abdomen. She rubbed her hands once again and laid them upon her body. “Instantly,” she said, “the pain went away” as that area reduced to the feeling of being “just right/not hot or cold. However, then her true quandary began, she giggled, “How was I supposed to tell the medical staff that I didn’t hurt any longer and just wanted to go home?” She was sure that they would think she’d manufactured the scenario and would be mocked and judged. So, she laid there for two hours as they continued test-after-test and finding nothing wrong.
When the doctor returned and stated that nothing could be found to be causing such pain, Lee felt relieved and replied, “Then I think I’ll just get dressed and go on home.” They gave her two pain pills of high potency to take with her in case it returned. She hasn’t had any problems since.
An elder lady texted me and said that as she was reading the Introduction, tears were running down her face and it was all she could do to not cry aloud. As I read her words, I thought, “And she isn’t even to the good part, yet!” As it seems from many readers, they are FEELING THE SPIRIT OF GOD WITHIN THE WORDS. I shared with this woman that I wrote one chapter at a time and read it, but had never read it in its entirety until the day before we made it concrete in a PDF form. The day before we created the PDF to gift to the world, a friend and I took turns reading each chapter aloud to see if it even flowed. I, too, cried as I felt the tremendous love of God in the words.
One radio interview-after-another is domino-ing in my life. In my first go-round of trying to get my books to readers, I took the steps to find a radio/tv interview, author signing, or public speaking gig. In this book, I am teaching how to make the Direct Contact before you ever get out of bed and watch to see what God brings TO YOU to do each day. I am experiencing the truth of this writing on a daily basis.
Three days ago, I received a call from a New York radio station. Geoff and I began speaking and something he said drew this comment from me. “I am not ditzing on religion, but I believe they have done a dis-service to their congregations. They stand before the people saying inspiring things, but they don’t teach how to go within to the Kingdom of Heaven. Also, they may be quoting inspiring words from the Bible, but if they don’t have the consciousness of those words, the people leave the building only temporarily fulfilled.”
Geoff responded animatedly, “Whoa . . . Gloria!” Thinking I had offended him, I thought he was going to tar and feather me – or burn me (verbally) at the stake! He surprised me by saying, “This call was made to just find out who you are and what you do so I could decide if I even wanted to interview you. But, your comment just triggered me – and I want to book you immediately for July 6th at noon. I believe we need to hear what you have to say and teach!”
PART 2: INSPIRATION PROVIDED BY MAYOR BRYCE HAMBLIN IN EAGAR, AZ
Dear Citizens of Eagar, (And I add: Eagar AND of the United States of America . . .)
Over the past several weeks I have been asked repeatedly what the Town of Eagar plans to do about Covid19, masks, visitors, riots, etc. It is somewhat alarming how many expect and almost invite a more drastic infringement on their freedoms. My response from the onset of the Covid19 pandemic has been that we will err on the side of freedom. When riots began to riddle the country and our governor took the drastic measure of a statewide curfew, again, I maintained that we will err on the side of freedom. I have received numerous phone calls from reporters, citizens, visitors, and complete strangers to our area asking why the Town of Eagar has not cancelled upcoming rodeos and our 4th of July parade. Again, my response is that Eagar will err on the side of freedom. What authority does the Town of Eagar, or any other state or local government, have to infringe on the rights of healthy law-abiding citizens?
It bares mentioning that I am not one that believes that the coronavirus is fake or any one of a dozen other theories disseminating across the internet. Covid19 is a real virus that unfortunately has drastic negative effects on the health of some of the individuals that contract it. Just as with the flu virus, some of those individuals will die. I do not make light of the fact that its effects on individuals and families throughout the globe have been and will continue to be life changing and/or life ending.
There are many individuals that risk serious peril if they were to contract the virus. Those individuals should take extreme precautions. I certainly would were I in their position. In fact, I would invite those individuals to please stay home and not attend our festivities. But don’t ask that the government require it of healthy law-abiding citizens. If an individual is fearful of contracting the virus, I would invite that individual to take every precaution they deem fit; including wearing masks, gloves, or a variety of other personal protective equipment. Those precautions do not harm me and I will not judge you adversely for doing what you feel is best for you. But don’t ask that the government require it of healthy law-abiding citizens.
As grim as Covid19 is portrayed under the most drastic scenario, I dare say that we are facing a much more serious pandemic here in America. We are currently in the midst of the nation’s first political pandemic. Never before in the history of America has ignorance and bigotry been more celebrated. Never before has our government been more eager and willing to take away freedoms from the citizenry. Never before has the citizenry been more willing to give them up. Benjamin Franklin warned that“Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.” I believe his warning is as applicable today as it ever was. Some will say that these safety measures have not impacted individual liberty. To them I would quip Thomas Jefferson: “If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be.” The right to move about freely in public is one of the cornerstones of American democracy, in a panicked frenzy, created by the media, state and local governments trampled that right wholesale. History will not judge us kindly for our actions over the past several months.
In closing, where would America be if our ancestors that pioneered the countryside, facing a mortality rate that would make the coronavirus look like a scratch, had simply given up, turned back, or laid down and died out of fear? Where would America be if its brave service men and women, who throughout history have on occasion faced odds of almost certain death, simply refused to fight out of fear? When did we stop being the land of the free and the home of the brave? Take charge of your own life. Nobody owes you anything. The government has never been more ill equipped to solve your problems nor is it its function to do so. This is America! Stand up and be somebody! Be brave and live free. Mayor Bruce Hamblin/Town of Eagar, Arizona
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Graduating from high school in Holbrook, Arizona . . . getting educated through Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff, and working as executive secretary at two of the coal-fired power plants in Northern Arizona, I still consider it my home. I was forwarded this letter from Mayor Hamblin today from an ex-boss of Coronado Generating Station. I so admired every word he wrote – I believed this letter should be seen worldwide as a reminder of who we each are in this great nation. Thank you Mayor Hamblin! I’ll be your cheerleader! Rah Rah Ree . . . these words are a slam/dunk!
PART 3: A REVELATION FROM GOD, THROUGH ME, IN 2005:
In 2005, I heard the Voice of God say, “Humanity will be sorely disappointed if they don’t get to experience the flu.” I never understood until the Coronavirus pandemic what He was referring to. I know that we are divided now more than ever with this upcoming election. I never thought in a million years that I would ever write books about God and heaven forbid if I ever would have thought I’d add my two cents about politics. But, here’s the age-old guidance from God from “As God is My Witness” book I wrote in 1992. “Feel the fear and do it anyway.”
As a humanity, we have always said how corrupt politics were. But, we as a people until this lockdown never had time, energy, nor care to see just how deeply corrupt it was. We were all on the hamster treadmill, not having time to research or do anything other than just survive and get things accomplished to pay our bills. But, now with having nothing to do BUT BE A FAMILY AND SLOW DOWN, we had time to take our heads out of the sand and look around. None of us liked what we saw.
When President Trump put our nation in a State of Emergency, no longer being bound by Congress, he was able to implement plans to preserve this nation and truly drain the swamp. And as we have all seen . . . that swamp ran deeply.
This election is not JUST another four-year election. The invisible war that the President mentions is a spiritual war between light and dark. There are dirty/actually filthy republicans and democrats involved with the Deep State. You can pretend all you want that this is a conspiracy theory, but by doing so, you are ignoring facts . . . easily found and discussed on the internet. God kissed us on the forehead with technology! If it had been around for the Jews, they would have never suffered Hitler’s insanity.
A new beginning lies before us with this election and God does win, but then – He has eternity. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s our choice.
If you still sleep to the fact that our beloved “Stars” have been involved in satanic ritual with our sex-trafficked missing children, you will soon be shocked to discover that such evil existed right under our noses. I would encourage you to pray the Global 8 Prayer for them, and realize that many of them were either born into it beyond their control – or were blackmailed.
If you can’t wrap your mind around the fact that leaders of our world have performed treason against our beautiful humanity, your mind will be blown to discover this darkness in the light of day.
If you still believe the morning and 6 o’clock news is showing you the truth, you will be stunned to discover you’ve been lied to. The ploy to give you the illusion of “what is going on” has been discovered by a silent majority, awaiting you stretching . . . yawning . . . and opening your eyes to what this nightmare on planet earth has revealed.
A new dawn is awaiting us each as these next five months pass. I’ve never been one who is able to keep a secret and pray that God allows me to be an Instrument to state these things I’ve been shown. Until then, prosperity will ring like a tolling bell, health will increase for ourselves and loved ones, people will be kind and loving because they want to be and have so much love – they have to share. Patents for cures for cancer/arthritis/sugar diabetes . . . and oh-so-many-more are on the horizon. Healing gifts, like mine, will become obsolete as everyone will experience their Direct Contact/Communion with God and it will be heaven on earth forevermore.
When you vote in November, pray for all of the elected leaders with the Global 8 Prayer, please. Let go of division and chaos: Stop the Hate – Pray the Global 8!
Dearest Heavenly Father, I ask you to bless ALL THE LEADERS who represent the United States. I ask You to forgive them, for they know not what they do. I ask You to kiss them on the forehead (waking them up spiritually) and touch their heart with Your Divine Love (revealing Your spiritual reality and nature.) In Jesus’ name, I give my thanks. Amen.
I trust you will make safe, sane, spiritual choices from now on with your elected politicians.
Until next month, take care . . . I care . . .
Always,
Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.
(Alias: Dr. Glo-bug – Just here “to lighten things up”)
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Greetings and good morning from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley! I just finished a two hour radio interview, the second in a week that I’ve been blessed to do. I have another one coming up with a New York radio station and looking forward to it.
Although I have made three-three month trips out across the nation to promote the Global 8 Prayer/Peace Movement, this avenue is reaching far more people. It has been a pleasure, however, to individually hand each person the information and be able to give them hope and an encouraging hug.
As I have told you several times in this column, I began the Peace Movement three years ago. There were times that I felt frustrated, wondering if anyone was even saying the simple (but powerful) prayer. I wondered if it was just a waste of my time. . the ego does that to us, right?
Not letting anyone – or any excuse(!) – or any doubts stop me, I persevered and daily told someone about it, whether in email/text/phone, or in person. I conclude that I don’t have anything better to do than to try and make a difference in this world.
Yesterday made it all better for me, to be able to witness the profound ability to bring peace, hope, and comfort to not only a friend (whom I’ve never met with skin on for the two decades we’ve “known each other,”) but for a stranger’s child.
The parents of this child will never even know of the anonymous love that was generated for their child’s well-being and that’s okay. Lee knows and “I” know that God used us as instruments of the Divine yesterday. The conversation and situation went like this:
10:36 a.m. Lee Writes:
“I want you to pray for a little girl that is three years old, she weighs 36 pounds and has been kidnapped in Harrison, VA near us. We have had an alert via my iPhone and radio. They warn that the man is dangerous. How could this happen? This is breaking my heart.”
Under this text, she placed three memes of sad faces, hands on the cheeks with rivers of tears flooding down the face.
After I read her text, I closed my eyes IMMEDIATELY and silently stated, “Dearest Heavenly Father, I ask you to bless this abductor and forgive him for he knows not what he does. I ask You to kiss him on the forehead (waking him up spiritually) and touch his heart with Your Divine Love, (revealing Your spiritual reality and nature.) In Jesus’ name, I give my thanks…Amen.” Following this prayer, I responded to Lee:
“I am on it immediately with prayer to thwart him. Keep me advised! ooxx
Lee writes, “I will. My daughter will let me know if this is a case my son-in-aw will be working on. Most likely it will.”
I assured Lee, “I will continue in prayer and thanks for letting me know.”
I know when a call for help comes, I don’t wait. I don’t think, “Oh…I’ll get to that after I load this dishwasher and take out the trash – and return that call.” I ACT IMMEDIATELY. God put it in my awareness for this moment and all power lies in that said moment.
Lee is a God-Lover, a beautiful light in this world. But, as a mom and grandmother, even with her faith, human bleeding fear-based thought was in her mind and heart.
“She is so little and so helpless. Thank you, Gloria I love you”
I responded, “I know…but she has the immense Presence of God surrounding her this very second. Open your heart as wide as you can. Let fear go and send ALL THAT LOVE TO THAT MAN… Fear will feed him to harm. Love will enfold him and he will do the right thing. I love you too!”
Lee responded, “I will. When something like this first happens, it’s hard to think straight.”
I continued, “I know. But, just do it…your fear/paralyzation won’t help her, but love can. See your arms around her, whispering to her that you are there and everything is going to be okay. I am doing the same thing with you…we can cocoon her. This same thing happened locally last week…that screeching alert on the phone. I went into prayer immediately. Within an hour, he was caught!”
Lee stated, “You’re exactly right. I am doing that right now. For him also, so he will do the right thing.”
I congratulated her, “Good girl!”
I had an eye appointment in Missoula yesterday. A couple times while I was driving, the little girl would come to mind. I didn’t need to repeat the prayer, because once it’s sent out with pure motive/agenda to love – the Divinity is on it! I had one doubt during the day, fearing that we would be disappointed in the outcome and I dissolved the fear immediately. LOVE ALWAYS WINS! I didn’t need to affirm anything with a powerless human thought, the decree for love had gone forth and that was confirmation enough that His Will would manifest.
While making dinner last night and getting ready to sit down and eat, I had a bolt of intuition fill me that the child had been found and was safe and secure. I thought about calling Lee to tell her and decided to eat and be patient for her to contact me.
6:41 p.m. Lee wrote:
“They found her Gloria. Thank God. She is safe. The police picked him up a few hours ago. God is good. Prayers work. THAT LITTLE GIRL IS SAFE. As hard as it is to pray for the bad guy, it’s a good thing.” Hey, pretty lady, thank you for your love and prayers. I love you.”
I responded, “I KNEW this message was coming…I felt it about 20 or 30 minutes ago. I should have looked at the clock. I wanted to call you, but thought I would just trust. It is amazing… But, it has been working repeatedly. I had a 2 ½ hour radio interview last week. And one tomorrow…and an upcoming NY radio interview soon. This gives me yet another example of loving and praying for our enemies. And they are thwarted from hurting others. Don’t you just love this? THANK YOU GOD FOR BRINGING THIS CHILD HOME SAFELY!!!” I love you, too. YOU DON’T NEED TO THANK ME…WHERE 2 OR MORE ARE GATHERED IN HIS NAME…MIRACLES HAPPEN!”
For the non-believing nay-sayers of any kind that disbelieve prayer can work, they could call this miracle a coincidence…using physical methods of finding this man and child. The cameras everywhere on our planet, use of credit cards for gas, etc. Lee, nor I, are seeking recognition as Instruments of the Divine or looking for a pat on the back. This situation was put into our awareness for a reason. Also, as we all know, “coincidence” is just when God wants to be anonymous!
This statement above that refers to a situation being put into our awareness for a reason brings to mind, a vision from God. In the vision, He gave me a full glass of water to carry around town and asked me not to spill one drop. I did as asked, looking down at the water, which was to the brim of the glass. I took slow graceful steps, doing my best to not allow even a drop to spill out of the glass.
After I had done so and returned to my original starting-point, He said, “If people put their attention only on what’s before them, not looking to the right or to the left looking at all the drama and trauma around them…they walk with My peace and grace.” By the way, He only asks us to do our best and He will carry us and our task through.
Not inviting the world’s drama in and doing what is put before me in the form of “chopping wood or carrying water,” I remain at peace. When I am at peace, I am an umbrella of safety for my loved ones.
God put this situation before Lee and me yesterday. He didn’t give it to my neighbor, or to you. As His Instrument, I just did what I knew to be the right thing to do.
A few minutes ago, I was on the radio interview speaking to women who have been targeted for trying to do their life’s path and being threatened, harassed, and physically injured. I could speak from experience.
Following my violent rape(s), I had a message of prevention, recovery, and the Global 8 Prayer/Peace Movement information to get to the masses awareness. I had gone into anxiety and fear about doing so. I had stood up to my predator and said, “ I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU! What’s the worst thing you can do to me? Kill me? So what! At least I wouldn’t hurt anymore.”
However, I was afraid that he (they) would kill one of my children or grandchildren, breaking my heart entirely. For months, I laid in fetal position rehearsing the possibilities…all the “what-if’s.” I spoke to my daughter about it and she said, “Momma, I’m not afraid that will happen.” This child of mine is the one, who at three years of age taught me how to heal by laying-on-of-hands and NOW IN MY GREATEST FEARS, she was unafraid for me to do what I wanted and needed to do, but feared to do.
My daughter Danielle hates the attention when others meet her and say, “Oh, you’re the child that taught your mom how to give others a little extra love,” excitedly hugging her. She is humbly uncomfortable that I repeat the story over and over as a teacher. But, it is the truth and now, not allowing fear to be her guide or the block from keeping me from doing what I need to do for God/humanity, I boldly began taking those steps three years ago and watch daily how this prayer influences the lives of those He puts before me.
I’ve been told often how courageous I am. Courage isn’t doing what you need to do. Courage is doing what you do EVEN IF YOU FEEL FEAR.
I shake my head until it could fall off my neck at the things that this world of mentally ill people do to one another. This prayer heals mental illness through love. For centuries, society has been led by fear-based teachings and vindictive incidents. But, fear is NOT GOING TO HEAL OR TRANSFORM YOUR LIVES OR THIS WORLD. Only love will… Once we realize and accept that basic truth, we are going to no longer experience total insanity on this planet.
LOVE WINS. Now AND ALWAYS. We can’t bring God down into our human drama, but we can allow Him to lift us up to His spiritual reality, nature, and consciousness.
We all have a Divine Purpose to fulfill in our lifetime. Those women I spoke to during the interview today were unaware of making their Direct Contact each morning before they began their day. They, like you, are now aware and the fulfillment can now be spiritually guided, safely and securely. For the last two months, I reminded each of you to do this. It is so important to do before you do what you know to be right. Don’t allow anyone – or any excuse(!) – or any doubts keep you from doing what He sent you here to do because you will affect the whole of humanity by doing so. Be that umbrella of safety and keep being the one who has nothing better to do than to make a difference in this world!
Until next month, take care…I care…
MAY PEACE BE WITH YOU, NOW AND…
…Always,
Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.
(Alias: Dr. Glo-bug – Just here “to lighten things up”)
Good afternoon from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley! Throughout this Coronavirus lockdown, I am hearing “Where’s God in all this?” I listen to countless requests for God to save us. Today, I’m going to tell you right where God is.
He was on my doorstep on Good Friday, wearing the face of two little neighborhood children. I will guess their approximate ages as Sheylan, 8 and Reed, age 5. When I answered the door and stepped out, I saw these two children with a bouquet of flowers in a beautiful watering-can vase. I literally gasped! A variety of flowers in mostly baby yellow (my favorite color!)
These two kids don’t know me, other than me being the old lady in the neighborhood who over decorates for every season and holiday. In the Spring, a herd of pink flamingos with signs to drive slowly in the neighborhood, with enough pink flowers in the yard to blind a person from their brilliance and accent lighting of green to highlight the extraordinaire gaudiness. But, the silliness of it all makes people smile and even if I’m judged by some – I’m still going to keep doing it.
Or, during July, I have 50 flags and lighting in my front yard and have gotten teary eyed gents who stop by and tell me how much they love my decorations. At Christmas, whewie! That glow in the western skies of Montana would put Chevy Chase (Christmas Vacation) to shame. Yep. I am going to either make people smile and warm their hearts by these yard decorations or make them gag. I guess it just depends on where their state of awareness is . . . in love or in hate.
Two days before the flowers were delivered, Sheylan and Reed knocked on my door to ask if there was anything they could do to help me. We are in lockdown and I’m sure they are bored, but human kindness is not quarantined. In my backyard is a child’s dream come true. I look like a daycare (probably because I have been one for five years with my grandkids,) but these two children weren’t aware of this.
When the children brought the flowers to me, they also handed me a card . . . hand printed that said, “Dear Gloria, We saw these flowers and had to get them for you. I hope they put some happiness in your day. Enjoy the flowers. Happy Easter.” And following, their two little printed names in crayon.
Within the bouquet was one yellow rose. The rose is “my spiritual symbol” that “I’m on the right track and to keep going.” Yes. God is all around us and that day, He wore the faces of two little children to bring loving kindness to me.
I told them what lies behind the fence – a swing set, sandbox, riding toys, Pipeworks . . . which they can build anything they want in riding toys, easels, airplanes with a six foot wing span, etc. I promised Sheylan and Reed that when I get ready to decorate – I won’t do it without them and then they can also enjoy my backyard. They eagerly await it to stop snowing and being cold so we can bring sunshine back into this neighborhood’s hearts.
These children learned, I’m sure, through the demonstration of their wonderful parents: John and Nicole. I’m sure they are just as proud of Sheylan and Reed as I am – to selflessly put the needs of others (even the little old widow across the street) before theirs.
They came that day offering to give, not to take. I will never forget this loving gesture.
Sheylan and Reed don’t “know” me. John and Nicole don’t really “know” me. You don’t really “know” me. So, allow me to let you know me. I am just a “normal?” common citizen of a community who loves humanity so deeply that I could just sit and cry through all of this. I just feel like crying . . . for nothing and I just feel like crying . . . for everything!
I live in a nice neighborhood with loving neighbors. I teasingly call myself “Mrs. Kravitz” from Bewitched series, not that I put my nose in other people’s business, but I make sure to be of help in any way I can. I organized a fundraiser called “Help Your Neighbor” last summer. They had lost their business and health. My grandkids built a lemonade stand, earning $67.00 and “all proceeds on their sign, (mis-spelled,) went to Steve and Anna. I take homemade “welcome to the neighborhood food platters” when they arrive – give them my telephone number with instructions to call if they need anything. Caramel, chewy-pull-apart popcorn balls on Halloween are a must and even adults trick ‘r treat my home, admiring the rust/purple/golden autumn leaves and golden light decorations at my home.
“Love thy neighbor as thyself” the second most important commandment . . . I live by example. Lending time, tools, help, and definitely over-feeding, not because “I will get anything out of it” by some reward presently “or in heaven,” but because I have it to give. One of my neighbors came by and told me she got an “A” on a paper she’d written about me while going to the University in Missoula. I was confused and she explained that she came from California and never even knew the names of her neighbors after living in the same house for years. “They don’t get involved,” I was told that day. My popcorn balls and Christmas platters of homemade goods had inspired her to write about living in a small town. Amazing, eh?
I teasingly tell people that “I live in a shoebox and live on a shoestring income, but I am one of the richest people in spirit.” God abundantly provides through me and the more I share – the more I have to share, touching those He puts on my doorstep, telephone, or in my awareness.” I don’t hesitate to help whenever I can.
I am not seeking fame or fortune and I have nothing better to do on any particular day, than to try to make a difference. With that all said – now that “you know me a little better,” allow me to explain what I have been doing these past three years.
Following my husband’s death, I was violently raped. I fell “down the Rabbit Hole” and saw such darkness. Until then – I wasn’t aware. God threw down a rope of hope that pulled me back up. I took my entire retirement and resurrected the Miracle Publishing Company, writing and publishing books on prevention of rape, abuse, and mental illness. Now . . . there are the key words! MENTAL ILLNESS. “It” being the cause of all the insanity on this planet. But, yet with all our technology and expertise in today’s world, NO ONE has ever found its cause or cure. Only the insane would do the things they do to harm humanity as an individual or as a whole for their selfish, deviant purposes.
After tremendous prayer and contemplation, I felt inspired to start the “Global 8 Prayer/Peace Movement. I made flyers/bookmarks/bumper stickers AND SET OFF ACROSS THIS NATION ON A MISSION. With God sitting in shotgun position, I have driven across this nation on three separate trips in my outdated Mini-van to spread this information under the radar of media and predators, setting this movement in motion.
In the Bible, we are asked “to pray for our enemy.” It doesn’t say why and it’s difficult to do when we want to get even and have human feelings of revenge. But, here’s the answer: it heals mental illness, it diminishes the ability for them to harm others. They are removed from positions of power and placed where they can’t hurt anyone else.
Please don’t limit the following prayer to just your enemies, however. Pray it for one another. When you pray it for a loved one, they are lifted up to a higher state of spiritual consciousness to experience their profound gifts unfolding which will help the whole of humanity. It will open doors AND windows of opportunity to experience more love, peace, and joy.
Dearest Heavenly Father, I ask You to bless _______and forgive them for they know not what they do. I ask You to kiss them on the forehead (waking them up spiritually) and touch their heart with your Divine Love (revealing His spiritual reality and nature.) In Jesus’s name . . . Amen.”
Not that I need to rehearse all the crazy on this planet because you know it all too well. But, it being an election year, this virus, the corruption, the economy collapsing, the proposed vaccine, etc., it’s just way more than any human can deal with. Therefore, we can’t expect to bring God down into all this human drama, we have to allow Him to lift us up as a humanity in consciousness.
I’m not here to humanly fix, change, or “save” anyone. I am not here to change your minds, beliefs, attitudes, or opinions. I am here to say that how things have been occurring (forever!) ISN’T WORKING, so unless we change – nothing outside of us will either.
During this election — please stop poking one another with sharp sticks, saying which political party is the “cause.” Don’t seek a republican/democrat/independent to “save the day.” As a human, they can’t, or just won’t for self-interest/glorification. Start now by praying for ALL WORLD LEADERS to be lifted up. One who is led by the Spirit of God will be the one standing on that platform and being signed in as God-Ordained and Directed spiritually for the highest good of all concerned.
What we, the United States/world needs, are spiritually-minded individuals. Our prayers can accomplish this. United as a group of concerned citizens will make all the difference in the world (no pun intended.)
We are told through Christian and spiritual literature that God is everywhere present. So is electricity, but if we don’t “plug into it,” we don’t get to experience its benefits. Currently, (pun intended,) mankind is plugged into the lower receptacle. It’s time to plug into the upper connection!
From last month’s column in the Open Line Newspaper, I am going to repeat part of its message for those who may not have seen it.
I make my Direct Contact with God before I get out of bed and would like to share how I do it in case you aren’t aware how. You like to be acknowledged when you enter a room, right? So does God.
I say, “Good morning, God. I acknowledge Your Presence and Spiritual Power within me.”
When you do something, you like to be thanked. So does God. I give thanks for three things before I make my Contact.
Thank you God that You created this day and have gone before me to prepare my way. Thanks for making the crooked places straight. Thanks that everything I “need,” which is already established within my consciousness and it will flow outwardly into form, usually before I know I need it.
I make a statement of something I know to be true about God, such as He is everywhere present and all powerful.
Then I state, “Holy Spirit, those are just human thoughts and I know that my thoughts are not powerful or just thinking them, miracles would happen. I ask You to open my inner listening ear so I can receive the Word of God. I live by every Word that proceeds out of His mouth.
And then I listen. Like I’m really waiting for Him to speak. I wait for 2-3 minutes. I do this randomly throughout the day to assure I am in Contact.
You will know that you have made Direct Contact when you (1) sigh, (2) feel extreme warmth in your body, (3) hear Him audibly or inaudibly, (4) the sensation of a “pop” in your left ear, like the sound and feeling when you drive over a mountain pass. Any of these four sensations lets you know that you can put your feet on the floor and a smile on your face and 99% of the world’s troubles will not come nigh your dwelling place.
Not everyone, however, lives in that state of consciousness and I am by no means going to tempt the Lord my God and will continue to follow the rules and regulations as set forth by our Government.
Make your daily contact and then pray for your enemies, your loved ones, other countries and its citizens, and try to not be surprised when we all see miracles manifesting daily in one another’s lives. Also, don’t be too surprised when you recognize God and His goodness showing up on YOUR DOORSTEP!
If you would like a free bookmark and bumper sticker “STOP THE HATE – PRAY THE GLOBAL 8,” please contact me at my publishing email: miraclemessage@yahoo.com. I know, with this isolation that many have felt unloved. You are incorrect. I love you and feel free to contact me … “I’ll be HERE for the rest of my life.” Until next month, take care . . . I care . . .
Always,
Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.
(Alias: Dr. Glo-bug “just here to lighten things up”)
Greetings and good evening from the Bitterroot Valley! It is good to be back home. I left the second week of January and didn’t get back for three months.
I taught my first workshop in 15 years in Salome, Arizona and it was a huge success! I opened the workshop and spoke for about 30 minutes. I then explained that during the brief 20 minute break, for each participant to feel where their attention was drawn to team up with a partner for the day’s event.
Just before I ended the brief opening, I noticed a man enter and sit in the back row. During the break, I was told that he was a homeless man who had come to the library, which was closed due to my presentation. He was invited to stay.
As no partner was available, I asked him to sit in my canvas-back healing chair at the front of the crowd so I could demonstrate where I would be asking the audience to lay hands on their healee and explaining why.
Standing behind him, I quickly demonstrated the hand placements for their visual ease in understanding when I would actually begin walking them through the process. It was complete in minutes. When I came to the front of him, I noticed his “deer in the head-light/huge saucer eyes” staring back at me. In front of everyone, still in a daze, he said, “Gloria, I have had two back surgeries and been in chronic pain – but there is NO PAIN NOW.” And, don’t we give our thanks?!!!
He followed me around the entire day with a look of admiration/puppy dog/love eyes. Bless his heart! One of my Board of Directors for the Ministry offered him money, but he declined. I offered to gift him with a copy of “Go Within or Go Without” to take with him, but he declined.
Before he left the building, he remarked what a miracle it was that of all places, he would end up at my workshop in Salome, Arizona…in a tiny town in the desert. I asked him a second time if he would like a copy of my book to refresh what he had learned and he surprised me with a beautiful statement.
“To end up here today and experience more love than I have ever felt in my life is a miracle and that’s all I need to take with me.” I corrected him by saying, “Actually, YOU WERE OUR MIRACLE HERE TODAY.”
My travels for the next 2 ½ months took me across Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, Kansas and Oklahoma promoting the Global 8 Prayer/Peace Movement. While in Oklahoma, the coronavirus was gearing up and my next stop at Texas A & M (Galveston) to distribute material for on-campus rape victims was cancelled from closing all schools. It was then that I knew I needed to return to Denver, where I initially thought I’d be staying for at least another four weeks.
With grocery store shelves empty and the panic in the consciousness of Denver that I was empathing, I realized it was time to head back to Montana before lockdowns became imminent. I have been catching up on things that got backlogged during my absence of three months.
I have been getting so many calls/emails/texts from frightened people. My message remains the same. God is ALL POWERFUL and He didn’t give any power to the “Law of Contagion.” In reality, we are not subject to Karmic Law/mental/material law…with awareness as spiritual beings – we live under God’s Law of Oneness by His Grace. Be at peace.
Personally, I am not afraid of the virus. I am going to “chop wood/carry water” and do what He puts before me daily. I am walking in peace with a smile on my face for every passerby to see. I make my Direct Contact with God before I get out of bed and would like to share how I do it in case you aren’t aware how.
You like to be acknowledged when you enter a room, right? So does God.
I say, “Good morning, God. I acknowledge Your Presence and Power within me.”
When you do something, you like to be thanked. So does God. I give thanks for three things before I make my Contact.
Thank you God that You created this day and have gone before me to prepare my way. Thanks for making the crooked places straight. Thanks that everything I “need,” which is already established within my consciousness and will flow outwardly into form, usually before I know I need it.
I make a statement of something I know to be true about God, such as He is everywhere present and all powerful.
Then I state, “Holy Spirit, those are just human thoughts and I know that my thoughts are not powerful or just thinking them, miracles would happen. I ask You to open my inner listening ear so I can receive the Word of God. I live by every Word that proceeds out of His mouth.
And then I listen. Like I’m really waiting for Him to speak. I wait for 2-3 minutes is all.
You will know that you have made Direct Contact when you (1) sigh, (2) feel extreme warmth in your body, (3) hear Him audibly or inaudibly, (4) the sensation of a “pop” in your left ear, like the sound and feeling when you drive over a mountain pass. Any of these four sensations lets you know that you can put your feet on the floor and a smile on your face and 99% of the world’s troubles will not come nigh your dwelling place.
Not everyone, however, lives in that state of consciousness and I am by no means going to tempt the Lord my God and will continue to follow the rules and regulations as set forth by our Government. Because we do not know who will live or who will die through this pandemic, I was inspired today to write this Personalized Fairytale for a dear friend of mine. We haven’t even seen each other in 48 years, but that doesn’t lessen the love that bonded us as children.
Cherish
Once upon a long-ago time, two innocent children met. As it seems, a tenderhearted circumstance between friends introduced the fateful experience to occur.
Back in the sixties, it was common for young teens to become attracted and “go together,” sometimes given a class ring or some cherished object “to signify their union of only having eyes for one another.”
As it was in the beginning, Barb and Joe had a crush on one another. Barb’s best friend was Gloria. Joe’s best friend was Gary. Whether Barb and Joe consciously joined hands together for the sneaky scheme might never be known. However, Barb told Gloria one day “that Gary liked her,” which back in those days…meant she was accepted and truthfully – as shy as she was, it felt very exciting.
Knowing this, Gloria smiled at Gary in passing and made sure to always wish him a “good morning” when possible in changing classes.
Many months later after Gary and Gloria started dating, (which, back in those days of being a 14 year old. . .consisted of being walked home from school or an event) – Gloria was told by Barb that months ago, she had also told Gary that “I liked him.” Sneaky as it was, the scheme worked quite nicely and the four teeny boppers “double dated.”
Back in that era, (regardless of not being old enough to drive) Gary and Gloria walked two miles to the school to a Sadie Hawkins dance. Sadie Hawkins implied that a girl could ask a boy to marry her that night at a booth with a senior classman officiating. Much too shy to do so even in jest, Gloria was enchanted to have her first dance with Gary…whom she had fallen in “really REALLY deep like” with.
At their invitation into the first high school dance, these two little lovebirds stepped onto the dance floor. Gary’s left hand joined Gloria’s right hand. Her left hand touched his right shoulder and his right hand touched her softly against her back.
The music began to play. Darkness, with only accent lighting in the auditorium, felt so romantic to their gentle swaying as the song, “Cherish” filled the room with loving emotion.
Following the dance, Gary walked Gloria two miles back to her home. I believe they held hands along the way.
It was November 10, 1967, and a full moon hung suspended in the sky. As he said goodbye and they thanked one another for the evening together, Gary drew Gloria into his arms, leaned down and gave this young teen her first dreamy kiss. She had fantasized what it would be like and it truly surpassed all of her expectations. I believe she floated into her home. But, she felt sadness too that he still had much further to walk on that dark night on a country road alone, filled with the chilled night air.
She dreamily thought she would one day become his bride and had notebooks filled as she practiced writing his name with “Mrs.” in front of it. Gloria practiced writing it daily in her spare imaginative time.
However, as luck would have it, her father announced the family would be moving out-of-state in the summer. Gloria was broken hearted at the thought. She went on one more “date” with Gary to a movie, which she enjoyed, feeling even closer to him.
One day soon thereafter, Gloria started a nonsense silly argument purposefully and ended the relationship with Gary. She let her friendship with Barb dissolve as well. Dramatic as it seemed from a teenager’s point of view, Gloria allowed fear to be her guide. In her young mind, loss would be far less painful if she had no ties at all.
Years down the path of life, a second opportunity came for Gary and Gloria to renew their love, and Gloria truly cherished their time together. Sadly, still guided by fear, innocent and over-protected, and emotionally immature, she thwarted his proposal and self-sabotaged the relationship once again because of “what if’s.”
Out of their precious moments together, however, she took one word into her future dreams. The word, “cherish.” Her favorite word in the whole world . . .
As she grew to become a minister, when she stood before a bride and groom to read the vows, “to love, honor, and cherish,” her heart was always warmed.
In conversations, whenever an individual spoke the word “cherish” in her presence, she would ask the person to state it again. And again. And again. Whenever she heard the word, memories of Gary came to mind.
The word cherish is spoken so seldom nowadays.
Time and distance separated Gary and Gloria. But, in her heart – knowing he had gone on with his life and path – she knew he was still the same boy/man she had known and loved in her youth.
Gloria had her memories and he had his. She knew that no matter where he was and who he was with, he was cherishing his family and their time together, lovingly protecting and caring for them. As he held those loved ones dearly in his heart, Gloria could only smile as she knew what a devoted man he was; it was his spiritual nature and it effortlessly came shining through.
In order to keep hope in her mind, that one day she would be cherished by another, she realized that love never needs to be divided.
If Gloria ever had the pleasure to speak to the bride and family of Gary, she would say these words:
“You must be so proud that someone outside your family circle can recognize and admire this man who has chosen to cherish you all until he takes his last breath. To know that someone “out there in the world” has your best interest at heart – who loves from afar and daily asks blessings upon your son/brother/husband/father/ grandfather . . . and prays for his safety, his joy, his health, and his well-being so that you may all benefit as he continues to be your umbrella of safety and security.”
Gloria’s personalized incredible statement continued, by quoting a statement from “Love is An Attitude.”
Love is universal. Love is the movement of life.
I have loved a boy (who grew to be a great man) named Gary and though 51 years have passed since that first kiss, I will continue to love him until the day I die. I have loved God, my parents, humanity, art, and nature. All things in life I find beautiful.
I have allowed fear to guide many of my decisions in life, but I don’t want to have regrets when I die. In these trying times, we don’t know who will live or who will die. Therefore, I’m taking the time to let you, the reader, know how much you are loved and the difference you have made in my life. I want you to know that I have cherished our relationship . . . you have helped make me who I have become.
There is no ending to the amount of comfort and peace humanity will experience by learning to love without condition, restriction or without believing that love is a threat, to be feared, or to be divided.
The true beginning is accepting that to cherish one another and any amount of time we have together is a blessing in all visible forms. Letting go of all fear, protecting and caring for one another, holding someone dearly in our thoughts and heart, and keeping hope in our minds is the glue that holds this world united. Cherish . . . just simply cherish.
Thanks for touching my life…
With love,
Gloria D. Benish
Personalized Fairytales, Unlimited
So, dear friends, whether we have met with “skin on” or not, know that I pray for you daily as the global family that we are. During this experience, remember to make your Inner Direct Contact with God. Then you can put your feet on the floor to walk in peace and put a smile on your face to ease other people’s fears.
Until next month, take care…I care…
Always,
Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.
(Alias: Dr. Glo-bug just here “to lighten things up”)
Greetings and good morning from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley! Months ago, my 8 year old granddaughter Kathryn said, “Granny B, you have said the “F” word in front of us grandkids.” I responded, “Yes, I have baby and Granny isn’t proud of that.” She smiled so sweetly and said, “Its okay. You only say it when we hurt one another or lose your remote.”
I’m not proud of myself and in “As God is My Witness” (Revised Edition), God has said that this one over-used foul word is an expression of humanity’s anger. The word itself can be used as a noun, pronoun, verb, adjective, and adverb and if we pay attention to our usage of it, we can realize that anger is most commonly at the root of it. I have recently found a new replacement of speaking this word and thought I’d share it with you.
Be patient with me, because . . . as usual, I have a few stories to tell before I get to the punch line.
A week ago, a friend and I went to see the new Mr. Roger’s movie. What an amazing blessing of a man he was, touching so many lives . . . teaching how to deal with hate and anger. While watching the movie of his life, I was wishing I could have personally met him. In reality, I did by being introduced to him through the film.
I had paid my way in and put the change from a twenty in my pocket. I know better. I am so slim, money always works its way up and out of my pocket. When we returned home from the theater, my friend Joan and I went for a walk around the block to enjoy Montana’s Big Sky full of stars.
I invited Joan to sleep over in a girl’s slumber party and we watched movies, played cards, and prepared the Table of Contents for my new book, “Calling All People Pleasers” (Abused Earth Angels . . . on the way back to their wings). While getting ready for bed, I noticed the money was missing from my pocket.
The following morning, Joan and I retraced our steps from the night before, looking for the missing $14. It was nowhere to be seen in the roadway. Always being a cup half-full, I made a statement that if someone found it . . . they needed it and I asked for a blessing to go with it.
Joan left. I made one last attempt to look in my vehicle to see if it had fallen out of my pocket in the car. On my return steps to the house, a thought filled my mind . . . NOTHING IS LOST IN GOD.
I took two steps into my home and my attention was drawn to the floor in the kitchen where she and I had walked several times that morning. Lying on the floor, next to the wall where Joan had stood to open the drapes on the sliding glass door that morning, getting up earlier than me – was my “lost cash” lying neatly on the floor.
The miracle isn’t in getting “lost” money restored. The miracle is exhibited by the one-liner of Truth that entered my consciousness: Nothing is lost in God – not our innocence, faith, hope, trust, love, health, supply, and divine guidance, not what we spent or gave, nor our inspiration.
Yesterday, I was invited to meet a movie producer at a Hamilton restaurant. He became aware of God being on trial for seven crimes against humanity in “Witness.” He mentioned that he is intrigued with the idea of possibly making it into a movie.
For me, it would be a dream come true, helping to get the Global 8 Prayer/Peace Movement introduced and announced globally to begin healing mental illness . . . which would result in no longer experiencing rape/abuse/incest/drug dealing/corruption, porno, deception, greed, selfishness, etc.
We were to meet at 12:30 at a coffee shop. I arrived on time and was attempting to find a parking spot and there wasn’t one in a three block radius. As I continued to drive, my cell phone “ka-chinged” and I saw it was a text from John. I had to drive blocks away from the restaurant to find anywhere to park to sit and read his text. I pulled into a space in front of the courthouse.
Just as I put the car into park, a woman appeared at my side window, extremely excited to see me and ask questions. “What are the magnetic signs on your car all about? My attention is drawn to the prevention of abuse!”
For months, I have been driving around introducing “Total Truth & Lies,” prevention and recovery from rape and abuse, and the “As God is My Witness” Divinely Inspired Message on my car. Yesterday was the second time someone has approached me personally concerning these “signs from God.”
Tonya introduced herself and continued to be excited that help was available. She identified that she was homeless and had just come out of an extremely abusive relationship, mentioning that I wouldn’t even believe the mess she’d gotten herself into.
While listening to her talk, I reached into my purse and got a business card of the Miracle Publishing Corporation and handed it to her with my name and contact information. Dreaming of creating a Healing Center for Humanity and the need for it, giving individuals like Tonya a safe, loving, nurturing place to come was validated in this random meeting on the street. She put my contact information in her cell phone and I look forward to her calling me in the days to come.
Realizing that I was on my way to an important meeting, she helped me with the directions to arrive on time with John’s change of plans.
I spoke the address into Google and off I drove. As I was taken up a snowy/icy road on the side of a mountain, Google informed me that I had arrived at my destination. The information was incorrect since there were trees on my left and a cliff side on my right. Knowing I was lost, I continued to drive slowly to find a way to turn around and correct the directions.
Inching slowly on the mountainous road that was inches of snow and ice, with no guardrail, I came upon an entrance into the forest. I pulled into it, to back up and get headed in the right direction. But, when I put the car into reverse, my tires spun. I had driven onto a sheet of ice. The steel barricade before me was closed and locked. I was stuck.
Analyzing my predicament was done rationally. It was clear that I was in a mess, with no cell phone coverage. However, THANK GOD, I could text. I texted John that I was stuck and would be late for our appointment, that I was lost and didn’t even know where I was to be found and helped.
I am fortunate that I even had my cell phone with me. My kids scold me often because I seldom take it anywhere. I am a dinosaur being drug into the 21st Century.
I texted a friend and asked to be rescued. Although I didn’t know where I was in the bigger picture, I mentioned that he could give the address to Google and be led astray the same as what happened to me. John later mentioned that everyone who was guided by Google got lost in attempting to find their way to his home.
In attempting to help myself, I tried several things with the limited things I had in my car to get out of this predicament. The car continued to slide down towards the steel barricade. Even standing on the brake, it continued to slide. On one of my exits from the vehicle, it slid more. I blocked the tires and scolded myself that I was in tennis shoes and couldn’t walk far without my feet freezing.
I normally have all types of emergency gear, food, and water in my car because I do live in Montana. However, I had taken it out the last time I went to Spokane because my car was so filled with items I would need while there. I know better . . . and here I sat, now starting to feel fear. I hadn’t told anyone I was leaving the house. No one would know where I went, nor where to even start looking.
I silently said, “God, my inner peace has been disturbed and I remember: NOTHING IS LOST IN GOD!”
I remained silent, asking the Holy Spirit to open my inner listening ear to receive the Word of God. I live by every Word that proceeds from His Mouth. I sighed and KNEW that I had made Direct Contact with my inner Source.
Minutes later, I noticed a car approaching and went to the road to flag him down. I explained my plight of being lost and stuck, announcing that help was on its way . . . except I didn’t even know what road I was on to pass on to my rescuer.
The man introduced himself as Levi and mentioned that he was a carrier for the Missoulian Newspaper. Because of last year’s extensive snowfall, he said he had dug himself out of being stuck repeatedly and still had all the come-alongs and gear needed to do so. He asked me to allow him to help me and within minutes, I was safely back up on the roadway.
I asked if he would allow me to pay him for his kindness. He replied, “I never would have thought to ask for anything in return, but because you offered – I could use a pair of warm, new gloves.” I wrote him a check far in excess of gloves and repeatedly told him how grateful I was.
I learned SO MANY LESSONS FROM YESTERDAY’S EXPERIENCE! Have emergency gear in your vehicle! Even if you “think” you’re meeting in a restaurant, plans can change and you never know where life may take you!! Also, there are no accidents. If John wouldn’t have changed the plans at the last minute, I would have never met Tonya and Levi who had needs, as well. When God brings two or more together, it is always A WIN/WIN for everyone involved.
I was able to get the manuscript delivered to John for his review.
Most importantly, I had the pleasure of experiencing once again what “Nothing is lost in God” can do by making the inner Direct Connect to the Divine.
And now, we come full circle back to my beautiful little granddaughter, Kathryn. I watched my two granddaughters for nine days during the holidays. On the final day, in the final hour of having them here – I was advised that they had lost the remote. Initially, I was only perturbed, and as we three looked FOR AN HOUR for the remote, Kathryn noticed by the tone in my voice that I was escalating to anger. She asked, “Granny B, are you about ready to say the “F” word?” I responded, “I might. . . “
Instead, I walked down to the bedroom, stood quietly and thought, “My inner peace is disturbed. Nothing is lost in God.” I quietly thought, “My little pea-brain mortal mind doesn’t know where the remote is, but there is an all-knowing Source within me that knows everything.” I continued, “I ask the Holy Spirit to open my listening ear to receive the Word of God. I live by every Word that proceeds out of His Mouth.”
A thought came to mind and I returned to the living room. I asked the girls where they were the last time they saw the remote. Ayriana said, “I was holding it in my hand when Kathryn started wrestling with me in your recliner and I never saw it again.”
I reached down the back of the cushion, up to my elbow, to the fabric that goes all the way to the floor and pulled out the remote. Problem solved within moments.
We, as individuals have a choice many times throughout our days, to allow our inner peace to be destroyed and to use the “F” word – or to restore that peace and reach WITHIN to that Divine Source that is everywhere present, all-powerful, and ALL-KNOWING. With awareness, we can allow “IT” TO DIRECT OUR ACTIVITIES IN EVERY WAY AND ON EVERY DAY.
Amazing — simply amazing. Until next month, take care . . . I care. . .
Always,
Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.
Alias: Dr. Glo-bug (Just here “to lighten things up”)
Greetings and good evening from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley! I have been very busy since I last wrote! Going to Spokane to do healings and writing another book in October has kept me fully occupied. I am also planning the first two “spiritual healing workshops” that I have taught in 15 years, both will be in Arizona. The one in Scottsdale hasn’t had the location confirmed yet for the January 18, 2020 event. However, the one on January 20th is as follows:
“A Little Extra Love” Workshop
Centennial Community Center
69725 Centennial Road/Salome, Arizona
Highway #60/50 miles west of Wickenburg
January 20, 2020, 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m.
Donation
Lunch will be served
I have never had the pleasure of meeting Sharon “with skin on,” but I am looking forward to doing so at this workshop. Even though I haven’t been publicly appearing for years because of my Dark Night of the Soul, she continued to tell others about me and ordered endless copies of “Go Within or Go Without” (A Simple Guide to Self-Healing) and gifting them to those in need. She has remained my spiritual cheerleader over the years and willing to go above and beyond as any faithful People Pleaser would do. She is an amazing woman and if you call to sign up for this workshop in Salome, you will witness her genuine warmth and kindness.
The book I’ve written last month is in the editing stages and preparing the jacket cover. Miracle Publishing & Distribution LLC hopes to have it available as an Amazon E-book, as well as printed with Books on Demand by the first part of December. An excerpt follows:
Calling All People Pleasers
(Earth Angels on the way back to their wings)
To The Reader
People Pleaser Rule #13
Know when to jump (or not to!), know when to pray, know when to listen.
From the back cover: “Signs From God” appear along the way, leading us gently on our path once we are aware. They can come in the form of one-liners as you open a book at random. You can hear the words of guidance in a song that resonates deeply within you. A friend or stranger can call on the telephone and you hear the truth in a single sentence. Or, sitting quietly, you can hear the Voice of your soul speak in the sounds of complete silence.
Throughout this book, you have learned how to specialize your gift of being a People Pleaser to be of benefit to you, rather than a detriment any longer. But, an afterthought has filled my mind that I would like to share.
There are times that we become embroiled in a situation in our life and how do we handle that crisis in a spiritual manner?
Knowwhentojump (or not to!): In the past, we have asked 20 people and gotten their 20 opinions. Some of those opinions, based upon their personal experiences can be outright helpful to find a way around our obstacle. But sometimes – they can put us into deep states of fear, triggering our past traumas and anxieties.. Needlessly, we get sucked into fear and not knowing which way to jump. Our creative mind comes up with countless possibilities that more-than-likely will never occur.
The moment you feel fear, it’s a sure sign that the information isn’t from God, which is ALL GOOD. It’s our very first clue that we need to step above to a higher state of consciousness.
Remember? In the past, you were attempting to do things on your own and this behavior has worn you to a frazzle. When you find yourselves in knots over a decision, I would suggest that you pray first and then allow God to call (which sometimes is instantaneously,) so pay attention to the next telephone call that comes in!
Knowwhentopray: This prayer is a suggestion: “God, I’m not asking You to change human bad into good. Instead, I ask to feel Your Presence and for You to reveal Your Spiritual Nature and Reality in this situation. I ask You to reveal Your Will, Your Grace and Your Kingdom (Spiritual Consciousness) which is not of this world. I believe that the Divine Mind, that which is within Jesus is also within me and He said, “Greater works ye will do.” I am One with You, God, which constitutes my Oneness with all spiritual beings, ideas and creations, so I know that this prayer heals my mind, as well. I also believe there is a Holy Spirit within that individual and me. Use me as Your pure instrument. I will be still and listen for Your Divine Inspiration and I thank you for giving me the Truth of what I should do. Amen.”
When you relate your problems aloud to friends, everyone will share their perception. Trying to incorporate those suggestions in your current problem will just confuse you as to what you should really do to handle the situation for the highest good of all involved. But, when you ask silently, and then receive a call – your message will come forth blazingly clear and you will know that He is answering your prayer.
Knowwhentolisten. During that telephone call that comes in, or a knock at your door – you are being sent a messenger. They, themselves, will not even know they are being used to answer your prayer. You haven’t told them your situation, so they have no forethought or opinion of what is coming out of their mouth as the Holy Spirit uses them to relay your rightful action to take.
Practice. Be dazzled how easily your prayers are being answered. You are not going to be “let down” when you “give up” trying to do things the way you humanly have been.
You know now when to jump into things. . . or not to. You know how to pray, asking for spiritual help which is always present. And you definitely know how to listen because there are “Signs From God” all around you. You can’t miss them once you’re aware how to recognize them.
Just from sharing this manuscript with other People Pleasers as it was being written through me, I can assure you that I know you must feel better about yourself already, having validation that People Pleasing is a spiritual gift, not seen as such until now.
Your friends and family have been frustrated with you, wishing you would stop “jumping in to save the day” for others because they love you and tire of seeing you heartbroken after you’ve given and done everything you humanly could do to be of service to another. There’s a whole new twist to this behavior once you’ve seen it in a spiritual light, however.
You could never stop “being you,” no matter how much badgering you got from loved ones. You’ve been judged as crazy for going above and beyond. But, I’m going to reiterate repeatedly how important you are and God didn’t create you to be this way and make a mistake. Those wings you earned, wear them proudly because the most beautiful things that occur and never get mentioned on the 6:00 news has occurred from the love that’s generated within People Pleasers. Those random acts of loving kindness are the rays of hope for humanity.
For the first time in your life, you have been given permission to be PROUD that you are a People Pleaser, a loving servant of God. There is a Mother’s Day, a Father’s Day, celebrations for all the holidays. But, this day…mark it on your calendar and celebrate YOU. The day you always remember that marked the moment that YOU WERE HONORED BY GOD FOR THE REALIZATION THAT YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN FULFILLING THE DIVINE PLAN OF YOUR LIFE. You couldn’t have ever failed at being yourself.
Now you’re aware that you have always been doing what “you’re supposed to be doing and you make this world a nicer place to be as a result,” Continue to follow the A, B ,C’s and 1, 2, 3’s of how to take care of you and watch as you experience all your long-awaited dreams coming true, as well.
You are SO LOVED AND APPRECIATED! Until the next book, take care. . .I care. . . .
