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One Door Closes, Another One Opens

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“To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.’   When God takes something from your grasp, He’s not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better.  Concentrate on this sentence… ‘The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.’  Something good will happen to you today; something that you have been waiting to hear.”  

I had been planning to write on “One Door Closes, Another One Opens” for a bit now.  I place little drafts or reminders of blog topics into a saved folder, then I come back to them and off I go…

Today, I decided to write on this topic and was going through some old emails, there was this one going back to April, 2009.   It’s title was “read this sentence closely.”  Nothing spectacularthere… then I read inside, and it was spot on the topic I intended to blog.  Coincidence perhaps?  Anyone here believe in the law of attraction (LOA)?  Synchronicity? 

In any event, I believe firmly that we create our own reality, and in order for something new to come into our lives, we must create space for it.  That is, One door closes, another door opens.  It is not the other way around.  It is not, one door opens, another door closes.

Sure sometimes a door opens; however, if we have not closed a door first, then we seem unable to go through the open door.  We are stuck.  Stuck until we have a closed door first, creating space for a new door.  Then when another door opens, and we are free to go through.

Perhaps you had a great deal available to you on the perfect house… yet you already had a house… so you passed on the perfect house.  Perhaps you had the opportunity to try out for a great new job, but, you already had a job, changing jobs was risky… so you stayed put…  perhaps a great new relationship opportunity came along, yet the potential partner passed you on, knowing you were already committed, or you were too afraid to fully make the leap yourself, being half in something else. 

Around May or June of 2008, I was getting over a relationship, but was still carrying its pangs with me… and, though I dated a great deal, nothing was sinking in.  It was about that time I was learning about LOA, and put out to the universe exactly what I wanted…  within two days, I found her.  Exactly her… sitting in a bar at a casino.  I said hello.  We had a nice chat… it was exactly her… She liked me, and politely refused to date me…  because her time was too valuable to date someone who was emotionally unavailable, thank you very much,…  My doors had not been closed yet in order to be able to open with this lady…

Quickly, thanks to this awakening slap (spun my head clear around it did), I shed the energy around the past relationship, and within a few weeks that door was closed.  Being closed, a new door then opened quickly for me.  This door I was able to walk through.

Where haven’t you seen this?  One door closes, another one opens.

Who among you have noticed this in your life?

 Or in the lives of your friends or loved ones?

Who will use this?

Yours in peace,

Yucel

 

Change Your Thinking

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It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described

a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

 

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his

Deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.

‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present..’

My Higher Power is Guiding Me Through Every New Beginning

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An ending that is not of my choosing, a relationship, a job, or a way of life, can be a shock. And even though I myself have made the decision for a change, I may still have much to work through.

I will help myself and those who are dear to me by knowing that every ending is the introduction to a new beginning. Although I may feel anxious about a change, I don’t let such a feeling rob me of the belief that I can do whatever I need to do in my new beginning.

I believe in more than myself, I believe in the spirit of Him that is moving in and through me, providing me with the wisdom and strength I need.

Love

Bill Martuge

He Hit Me First! But, He Asked For It!

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Ever get in a fight and a referee, teacher or parent came in the room, you exclaimed indignantly, “But, he hit me first!”

Or perhaps, you might have been the parent coming into the room, only to have to split up this spitting pair.  Each of them righteous. 

Exasperated, you asked, “who threw the first punch?”

I do not envy the judges of this world.  Yes society needs them.  Yes I have needed them (in my divorce).  And sometimes, we as parents are the judge.  What to do?

What happened?  As we judge others, we judge ourselves. (  http://choose.ws/2009/07/13/what-is-reality/mirroring/judgement-on-the-judgemental/yucel/ )  So, what is a parent to do?

Well, first of all, who did throw the first punch?

Was it the person who actually let their fist fly first?

Was it the first person to actually land a punch?

How about the first person to say something snide?  Was this the fight starter?

All of these are fairly easy to figure out.  Not necessarily easy.  Just fairly easy.  How about the person who came into the room and didn’t punch or say anything.  But on entering the room gave a dastardly look and perhaps made a really aggravatingsound or gesture?

In the study of communications, we learn that about 90% of communication is non verbal. 

Thus we do not have to say anything in words to get 90% of the communication accross.  Ever look at a picture of Marilyn Monroe,?  Or Valentino?  They speak volumes in the instant of the shot and have both been long gone and yet still “speak” to us through these photos.  Uh huh.

Then there is the law of attraction which states that we send out vibrations.  And, these vibrations, what ever they be, attract to us the exact matching resonant vibration. 

So, who threw the first punch?

Is it possible to punch someone who has not asked (in some way) to be punched?

If we always have choice, do we have choice when we punch someone? 

Did we already decide to punch someone, and vibrationally attract someone wanting to be punched?

Either the law (law of attraction) works all the time, or none of the time.

Either you believe the law or you don’t.  The data for the law, once you know to look for it, seems to be overwhelming.  I’m mostly convinced of the law’s inviolability.   Is that even a word?  (It is now..  Inviolatability isn’t..  I looked it up.)

One of these manifestations of the law seems to be that we each appear to have the exact life we choose. 

Show me a persons life, I’ll show you their thoughts.  Show me a persons thoughts, I’ll show you their life.  Change a thought, the life changes, and vice versa.  

Believe me?  Then, if someone got punched, what were they thinking?

And so, who threw the first punch?

Or is that even the right question?

Gets very gray, n’est pas?

Peacefully yours,

Yucel

In My Quiet Talks with Him, I Discover True Peace

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Where do I go to receive answers to the questions on my mind or to discuss my innermost concerns? The answer lies within the quiet sanctuary of my soul, for there I commune with Him.

As I speak, He listens. Without condemning me, He listens to my thoughts and concerns. I know that He is aware of all that I have experienced and understands how I feel, but being able to voice my thoughts fills me with an immediate sense of peace.

As I listen, He speaks to me. There is a sacred trust between my Higher Power and me-a bond that can never be broken. As I listen to the guidance I receive from Him, I relax and feel divine love assuring me of what I am to do. In my quiet talks with Him, I experience the presence of Him in every Fiber of my being.

Love

Bill Martuge