Everything That Now Exists Was Once a Thought

There is a time to speak and a time to listen. There is a time to receive and a time to give. Now is my time to listen. And to give to others. And to know that no one ever holds the absolute truth. Even though we are often so convinced that we do.

I watched this film today.  I love Dr. Wayne Dyer. He is a fascinating speaker. There is so much wisdom in his discourse that it is hard to chose what to highlight. Just watch it all. And choose for yourself.🙂

We must all have within us the capacity to heal ourselves and others.

Question: „What is real?” Answer: „That is real which never changes. Everything else is illusion.”

Life gives exams, and if you don’t pass them, like algebra, you take them over, until you get it.

Everything that now exists was once a thought.” William Blake

THE COOKIE THIEF, a poem by Valerie Cox

„A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”

With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.”

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