Mello Ron

While I was looking at the Twelve Steps on the wall at my meeting, I was suddenly aware of the words “admit,” “believe,” and “decide.”
Step One tells me to admit I am powerless over alcohol and that my life is unmanageable.
Admit it—that’s a big step. To admit I am powerless is to admit that I don’t have control and that can be frightening to me. As the adult child of an alcoholic I want to fix things for everyone, but if I don’t control it, how can I fix it?
This Step brought such relief to me. My life was a wreck. I had seen many counselors and  read all the self-help books. I had been unable to change the alcoholic, my situation, or myself. When I realized that I can’t control it, I realized I didn’t cause it either.
Step Two tells me to believe that a Power greater than myself can restore me to sanity.
This brought me hope. I had tried so many ways to fix this problem and had gotten nowhere. I was an emotional, physical, and spiritual wreck trying to find a solution to the behavior.
Finally something more powerful than I am would work on this problem along side of me. I now had a chance of restoring my sanity and bringing peace into my life. I stopped looking
to the alcoholic for peace of mind.
Step Three asks me to decide to turn my will over to God as I know Him. I have a choice. I can keep doing what I have been doing or I can give up the self-will to control things, fix things, and have things my way. God’s will might not be mine. I have to accept this reality and turn it all over to God.
When my will is God’s will, it is easy to turn things over. The hard part is making the decision to turn my will over to God and accept the circumstances as they are.
I am getting better at working these first three Steps. There are times when I feel weak, weepy, or worried about my life. When those feelings come to my attention, I remember to
admit, believe, and decide. Then I always feel better.
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ABRAHAM
1. so your RETIRED and on a fixed income?

You have a better opportunity, much better probability, of allowing many, many, many, many, many more dollars to flow into your experience now that you are retired and feeling free than you ever did while you were working.
Because while you were working, you felt like you were in bondage. And in the absence of the feeling of freedom, you’ve got the thing that works blocks.
We so want to emphasize this! We know that you think this much work and this much per hour or per year equals this much money. And we say, it is so miniscule in comparison with the power of attraction that you have relative to money.  
San Francisco 
2. my new occupation, my new profession, my new story!
I’m going to tell the story and watch what happens. And tell the story and
watch what happens. And tell the story and watch what happens.
This is my new occupation! I proclaim it to the world!
I am the teller of the story of the abundance of my life.
I know that I live in a cooperative Universe that will back up every
sentence and paragraph that I write or speak.
What a wonderful profession I have!
I am going to dictate to the Universe, for the purpose of aligning my energy, the details of the fantastic life that I am now embarking upon! All is well here. San Francisco 8/10/08
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Vernon Howard’s SECRETS OF LIFE

"When you make room for the truly valuable by your surrender to
Truth, when you make space for it, only Truth, Light, Goodness
can enter. Nothing else. Think about that. Isn’t that one of the
most encouraging thoughts that you’ve heard in a long time?"
Victory Over Harmful Forces - Part I
   from Find Higher Safety & Security - MP3 CD
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SEEDS FOR THE GARDEN OF YOUR MIND
"We cannot rise higher than our thought of ourselves."
– Orison Swett Marden
"We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep
inside us something is valuable, worth listening to,
worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves
we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit."
– e. e. cummings
The Daily Guru
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A SCATTERING OF SEEDS

A stitch in time saves the theory of relativity.
Big Smile
Big Bang
is a fashion
of imposter
proportions,
insultingly
pat.
If true,
where did it
happen and
where were
all the other
wheres where it
didn’t happen?
Simple theory,
it is,
suspiciously
reminiscent of
how each body
of us is a
big bang
out of
our mother.
Presto.
Pat.
Four questions:
Is all that exists
and all that insists
atomic?
What universe
did our universe
outbang from?
Was there love
pre-bang?
Was there wine
at a quarter till time?
Observers delight
to tinker with
hunks big and tiny,
but couldn’t folks ask if
a grand benevolence
flowing beneath
and between
all hunkness
smiled atoms
into every allness,
big bang or no?
Could that Big Smile
be lightlessly glowing
through all times of time
as ungenesised Watcher,
bemused by
flashchanging
its cosmic clothing
behind screens
of stars?
The Big Bang’s surmise
makes a neat stitch in time,
but the Big Smile
feels more like eternity.
Alan Harris
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HUMOR
Joe wanted to buy a motorbike. He doesn’t have much luck until, one day;  
he comes across a Harley with a ‘For Sale ‘ sign on it.                   
The bike seems even better than a new one, although it is 10 years old.   
  It is shiny and in absolute mint condition. He immediately buys it, and  
asks the seller how he kept it in such great condition for 10 years.      
  ‘Well, it’s quite simple, really,’ says the seller, ‘whenever the bike is
outside and it’s going to rain, rub Vaseline on the chrome. It protects it
from the rain.’ And he hands Joe a jar of Vaseline.                       
That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet her parents. 
Naturally, they take the bike there.                                      
But just before they enter the house, Sandra stops him and says, ‘I have  
to tell you something about my family before we go in.’  ‘When we eat     
dinner, we don’t talk. In fact, the first person who ! says anything      
during dinner has to do the dishes.’                                      
‘No problem,’ he says. And in they go.                                    
Joe is shocked. Right smack in the middle of the living room is a huge    
stack of dirty dishes.                                                    
In the kitchen is another huge stack of dishes.  Piled up on the stairs,  
in the corridor, everywhere he looks, dirty dishes.                       
They sit down to dinner and, sure enough, no one says a word. As dinner   
progresses, Joe decides to take advantage of the situation.               
So he leans over and kisses Sandra. No one says a word. So he reaches over
and fondles her breasts. Still, nobody says a word. So he stands up, grabs
her, rips her clothes off, throws her on the table, and screws her right  
there, in front of her parents.  His girlfriend is a little flustered, her
dad is obviously livid, and her mom horrified when he sits back down, but 
no one says a word.                                                       
He looks at her mom. ‘She’s got a great body,’ he thinks. So he grabs the
mom, bends her over the dinner table, and has his way with her every which
way right there on the dinner table. Now his girlfriend is furious and her
dad is boiling, but still, total silence.                                 
All of a sudden there is a loud clap of thunder, and it starts to rain.   
Joe remembers his bike, so he pulls the jar of Vaseline from his pocket.  
Suddenly the father backs away from the table and shouts, ‘All right,     
that’s enough, I’ll do the f*cking dishes!’ 
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