The Top Ten Things Dead People Want to Tell You (24 page)

Perhaps there were multiple reasons for the violation, one of which was getting the attention of others—family members, loved ones, a nation, or the entire world—so that similar atrocities might be exposed and ended.

In which case, wouldn’t the “victim” actually be a mighty hero?

Please be patient; these are massively new ideas given the times. There’s still more to come that will help give you a handle on these radical concepts. Meanwhile, there’s no question that hideous and ugly things happen in time and space, although if you look to understand them with your eyes alone, you will not see all. Open your heart and your mind, for again, even as circumstances may indeed be wildly unfair, when you see them in their greater context you’ll find that intention healing order and love were present all along.

Now you’re waking up and there’s pretty much no going back.

F
AULT AND
B
LAME
(M
ORE
“B
LAME THE
V
ICTIM
”?)

“So those who trip and stumble or who are hurt and ‘victimized’ by others are to blame for what they supposedly brought upon themselves?!”

Again we meet the “blame the victim” syndrome so commonly hurled about when truth is revealed to eyes that have been closed too long. Yet those three words presume things that don’t apply. Fault and blame don’t fit into the equation of understanding that you’re an eternal Creator who chose to enroll in a Creator’s school.

Consider an infant learning to take her very first steps. As you might expect, she trips and falls. Is she to blame? Is it her fault? You certainly could say yes to both, but would you? Do they capture the essence of what’s happening? Or are they unnecessarily negative and inappropriate? More, don’t such words characterize the occurrence as history instead of as a process; as a destination, not a journey?

How about “Look! Our baby’s learning to walk! She’s taken her first step!” No implication of wrong there. You wouldn’t blame her for her wobble and fall. This is more than a “glass half full or half empty” analysis; your new perspective recognizes there’s a process under way, learning to walk, that’s far bigger than any single step or slip within it. A process that will elevate the initiate into new realms of mobility, adventure, and learning. Indeed, the glass is completely full: half water and half air.

Life in the jungles is such a process, one leading to adventure and growth so spectacular that it can’t even be fathomed from within the illusions. Yet life in the jungles is sufficient unto itself, and however great the promises are of adventures in wait, the present moment alone is grand enough for virtually anyone to begin, at once, having more fun and living a happier life. You’re enrolled in a Creator’s school, but far from being the Harvard of the Universe, it’s more like kindergarten—with giggling friends, daily field trips, and bright stars awarded for just showing up. Don’t focus on the ugly, but the beauty; not on what’s hard or complicated, but what’s easy and fun. Rainbows, butterflies, and falling snow. Kindness, hugs, and kisses. Dolphins, lavender, and Beethoven. Winks, confidence, and holding hands. Skipping, jumping, and playing. Mentors, friends, and helpers. Swimming, splashing, and sand. Romance, tenderness, and presents.

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L
IFE
F
AIR
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Life is like a nighttime dream. You create it for a reason—lessons and adventure—and it has meaning, order, and purpose, yet you forget that you’re creating it because only by (fleetingly) believing it’s real can you learn its lessons and secrets. All is well. And once the dream is over, it’ll make perfect sense. You’ll see it balances itself on the fly. Don’t let the linear time sequences or rigid props deceive you; sequences follow intention, shapes shift when you blink, and pasts are remade in each moment. No, you’ll never be able to wrap your brain around all of this, but you don’t have to in order to sense what’s going on. To stop playing the victim, bust a move, and soar.

Your physical senses see virtually nothing of the magic, the love, or the reasons for the miracles involved in every moment you live. Yet you have other faculties at your disposal. You have inner senses: intellect, intuition, and feelings. Use them to peel away the lies. Discover the truths that will set you free and give you wings, even as you linger upon the earth for just a little while longer, where:

1. It doesn’t matter where you’ve been—it will serve you,
   
2. It doesn’t even matter where you now are, because where you are is never who you are, and
   
3. You can, starting today, with new thoughts, words and actions, create a new vibe that will begin orchestrating your own “luck, accidents, and serendipities” to blast forward, higher, richer, and happier—yee-ha!
   

Actually, dear heart,
life is not fair
—the cards are incredibly stacked in your favor.

From a Dearly Departed

Dear Lottery Officials:

Sorry about all the nasty-grams I sent you; I think one a day for a while there.

I get it. Nothing was rigged. I wasn’t unlucky. And racism was clearly not a factor.

Thoughts become things. Emotions rule. Their intensity and one’s expectations are the deciding factors that draw from the possibilities life’s next set of props and events. It doesn’t matter how many tickets someone buys unless it increases their own expectations of a win. Statistics only measure the past, not the future. And whatever’s necessary to live the life one’s imagined will be arranged through the most uncanny wins, losses, inspiration, hesitation, best friends, and enemies required to live in a corresponding physical world.

Oh, I believed I could win, all right. I wouldn’t have bought the tickets if I hadn’t! And I visualized so often, usually before falling asleep at night, that worlds were born. But now I see that sometimes the difference between have and have not is the other beliefs we don’t acknowledge having. Like me thinking the world was unfair, that money was unspiritual (while I otherwise strived to be spiritual in spite of my nasty-grams), that life was a test, that God decided who would get what, that I didn’t deserve to win or to have money or to be happy …

Funny, now, how from here I see money everywhere in time and space. Everyone has it. I even had it, yet by focusing on all that I did not have, I felt poor. And feelings of anything tend to perpetuate themselves while rearranging our lives to match those feelings. It’s a wonder that I managed to keep anything of value, although the fact that I did probably means I was also more positive than I might now be giving myself credit for.

From here I can’t help but notice all the folks attracting wealth into their lives by doing the simplest of things … like working a job! Seriously? Which, while I was alive, would have been the last place I would have sought it. Whether they work for themselves or someone else doesn’t matter. “Work,” hands down, is the fastest and easiest way to open the financial floodgates. Who knew? Working smart, asking questions, showing up early, staying late, and in spite of appearances dwelling upon what’s right, who you already are, and all you already have and have done. Not just at big fancy jobs with long fancy titles and lots of education; the people who typically earn the most have neither. Go ahead, look around you and see if this isn’t still true.

Funny how I and so many others used to think the easiest and fastest trick to make money was to win it when there are so many easier and faster tricks—like, just live your life and have fun!
Fun!
Everyone is a money magnet when they’re happy. Trying to win your fortune as if it were the only way to hit it rich is a fast track to boredom and misery, even if you do somehow win it.

Being happy makes you a magnet for everything else, too. In fact, from here we can see that the truly happy people are those who are led by their own joy and therefore automatically have dreams they physically dance with, moving and grooving in the world every day. They don’t even need to think of money to have money, health to have health, friends to have friends, clarity to have clarity, opportunity to have opportunities …
everything
is drawn to them because the happiness they feel perpetuates itself—not as in “happy for no reason” but as in “happy for lots of great reasons,” material and ethereal. Their vibe summons circumstances, new friends, money, confidence, inspiration,
and all things necessary to continue being happy
as they define happy. Sure, thoughts become things, but thoughts of happiness become all things good, which is what true happiness implies. Whoa! Lottery People! This is huge. Life isn’t just fair; it’s more than fair, an unending banquet for those who live in truth.

Nothing is as it appears in time and space, particularly for those in a hurry. Invariably, the shortcut will turn out to be the long way and the easy way will turn out to be the hard way, while what seem to be the slow and hard ways are neither. From now on I’ll choose the “happy way” and then time won’t matter.

Well, you taught me a lot, Lottery Officials. A whole lot. Def feeling like a winner right now. And again, I hope my early letters didn’t dampen your spirit, just as much as I hope this letter doesn’t hurt your sales.

Going
BIG!

Jethro

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F
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LEEP
B
ETTER

There’s little rest for the weary, especially those who suffer from their past or who feel the pain of others hurting around the world. These words are not meant to negate or minimize their experience, only to offer insight so you better understand it as you simultaneously provide comfort and move to limit possibilities for future manifestations of pain.

See more. Look with understanding. Help others regain use of their power. Help yourself do the same. Life is waiting. You are blessed. Tame the jungles and you will find a world eager to fill your every cup, coffer, and bathtub.

Speaking of tame jungles, we have them here. And would you ever guess who the kings and queens are now? Read on.

Would you have thought less?

If things like cancer actually impart life-changing gifts, if setbacks are really setups for greatness, and if even “death” is actually a rendezvous point for loved ones, surely you’d guess that the Divine’s idea for its own furry companions would be no less stunning—God particles themselves, lit up in love, best friends for life and beyond?

Yes, and more. Not only are you loved through the packages and bundles that are Fido and Fifi, but their presence in your life is just one more invitation for you to love as you could not have loved otherwise, even as they teach you lessons of compassion, tolerance, patience, or whatever else you stand in need of. Not that they’re there to test you, but as you create your own tests through misunderstandings, these friends can help you weather the storm.

Losses are only devastating when you think they’re permanent. They never are.

Clever are the ways of the Divine. Not in orchestrating the twists and turns of your life, as is usually implied—
you alone do that
—but in crafting such jungles where everything has depth and meaning and everything makes you, and thereby Itself, more. Including the pets you fall in love with.