Tag Archives: Buddha

Update: Are Angels Helping in Japan’s Earthquake Disasters?

Angry & worried questions I’m getting asked about angels–and Japan’s disasters:

Where are angels when terrible disasters like this strike innocent people?
If angels are real, why don’t they rescue everybody?
What good is an angel if usually nobody can see them except in photos like yours?

Answers:

Angels–with perfect focused determination–race to help as many people in disasters as possible. They are God’s most perfectly loving, empowered race. Totally selfless in their obedience to Him. Serving human well being as purely as they can with every sparkling fiber of their beings.

Fact:
Angels have no time for tears. They have no room or need for despair. They are the living essence of hope in action.

They know all people on Earth seek to fulfill their specific personal reasons for being born into this life–which includes the unfathomable reasons for why and when each of us is harmed or dies.

Angels know without asking, which souls are destined to leave Earth at this moment or that.

Whether this person is meant to die in the train wrecked or the boat swept away. Whether this child is meant to be rescued–sometimes only by divine help–or whether that beloved mother is meant to suffer the pains of her child’s grasp torn away forever by tsunami waves.

Angels know the stories of human suffering that will remain untold. They know the pains of the lonely soul that slowly dies unseen by anyone else in the building collapsed by night.

Angels also know the immense power of a pure human prayer. They know any soul crying out in any instant to God for help can perhaps pierce the encircling doom–can call to him or herself the highest help–and rescue–possible!

Yes–their prayers–and your prayers–can be that powerful instantly.

If you could see with psychic sight, you would’ve seen angelic armies amassing in Japan, telepathically inspiring all people who might listen to seek safe shelter.

You would see them guiding rescuers to outstretched hands pleading from the rubble that might otherwise be missed.

You would see them invisibly ministering to the tears of the injured. To the laments of those whose family is lost.

You would see them healing the souls of those suddenly, shockingly, dead without warning, who now pour through the portals of the Spirit World.

You would also see many ordinary human souls on the other side anxiously taking the angel’s cue to help who they can, however they can.

Here’s what the angels want you and me to understand today:
We are here on Earth to learn the angel’s work. As much as we open our hearts, we can learn from these Great Ones.

They urge us to open up to what we can do.

What can you do when you hear horrific news? Today you’re invited to learn by experience:

Rule Number One:
Listen to your heart at every opportunity.

Rule Number Two:
When you feel love stir in you for someone suffering, when you feel distress, when you feel despair & compassion burn you:

EXPRESS IT. Make that prayer–SEND that powerful beam of LOVE POWER–for Japan, for Egypt, for Libya, for Iran, for your unknown neighbor–KNOW angels & your higher self will focus your beam of supercharged good intent on exactly the right person in suffering, in the right place of calamity, upon the trembling baby in the rubble crying in their heart THIS SECOND, RIGHT NOW for an unseen rescuer….

BLESS you ALL. Bless this ONE EARTH. Bless this our ONE FAMILY.

Bless the good that you are. Why? Because you care so much.
Rev. Scott Ufford

Copyright 2011

Why Not Write a New Chapter in Your Life?

A new chapter of your life begs to be born. Can’t you feel it?

Haven’t you gone through a lot of struggles lately? Everybody else has. The challenges of these upward-leaning times means that no matter what your struggle, you’re not alone.

But you have to decide…

You know your aching heart feels like this:

You just can’t give any more!

You’ve spilled all the ink of sorrow you can possibly pour into one aging chapter. Its pages sag under this crusted crimson ink. These same pages of tired text, repeatedly thumbed back and forth through, pondered, praised, scorned, rewritten, crossed out, scribbled around, edited and agonized over and over throughout this age, could collapse with any more…

Enough of the time-worn blood of this same old chapter.

Worries, misgivings, goals, prayers, dreams–fought over, sweated & schemed for. Some battles lost, some battles won, some permanently on hold like an anchor dragged behind a boat that’s trying to set sail…

Don’t you want to start a new chapter?

Don’t you deserve to write it? Or would you rather hand the pen of responsibility to someone else? Do you really want to waste precious pages of your life, settling for whatever themes and plot twists–and climax–someone else writes?

Be they sad or sweet words–why would you want to surrender the power of your story?

Instead, it really is time to turn the page my friend. Time to bundle up the last of the harvest you’ve gleaned, throw away the chaff–and move ahead.

I do have great trust in you.

Your angels have complete trust in you.

Your immaculate, untainted, undiscovered Heart has total trust in you: when it’s time to turn the page to the new chapter, when it’s time to pour out the fire of your love–you’ll do it with ease.

You’ll do it with prayerful, strong intent.

You’ll do it because you have to.

Because you want to.

Because you are you.

Because you hold the pen of power.

Begin to dream the next new pages of your life. Daily, nightly, make the effort. This way, you plant the seeds of the virtues you will harvest.

Benefits sprout up day by day, as you write–as you act–in trust.

Be glad for this new chapter of you. With each newly considered word, you propagate a new species of trust in yourself.

Just start to write with a lighter heart.

Don’t imagine that past chapters’ mistakes define you. Instead, if you let yourself learn, your victories will spring triumphant from your failures.

Do not fear–never fear–that you might run out of good words. Create with greater confidence in the well being of your story. Give thanks for whatever harvest will be yours, and be at peace.

Why?

Because the same unmistakable mysterious power that urges you to plant wiser seeds, to grow beyond old limits, to aim for a higher healthier harvest–that same power today drives our whole world to complete the past, to reach for the future, to take a mighty upwards leap!

Trust: your bravery will bring seeds of wisdom from the higher source for all humanity. A fever-pitch of insights–sometimes in your dreams–will welcome your dawning imagination.

Soon you’ll be so glad, because no matter what the cost, no matter what the fears:

You dug deep into your soul. You listened in silence to your heart. You heard the word, and you obeyed.

You turned the new page. To the new chapter. To the new you.

You began to write.

We–your friends–your teachers–your unseen loving family–challenge you. We respect you. Most of all, we congratulate you in advance, for we know the good urges in your heart.

We welcome you to brave new words.

Peace and blessings,
Rev. Scott Ufford

Copyright 2011

The Past Is Dead. Your Soul Is Waking Up.

Message from Your Spiritual Teachers:

“No more time to waste.

No more hibernation time for you!

Taste the season’s change–don’t miss your chance to become more alive, for awhile, in human flesh.

You have slept in confusion for too long.

Mated with uncertainty.

Coupled with cruelty.

Made yourselves vulnerable to the lowest–but imagined this to be sympathy.

Reduced yourselves to the lowest common denominator of behavior–but justified this as submitting to your unkind “fates”.

How many cold centuries have you rattled your chains in your sleep? Sadly–angrily–tearfully waiting?

While endlessly “paying for your sins”? “Cleansing your bad karma”? Exploring the worst of the worst, for a frozen season?

But this morning feels different:

You sense fresh awakening.

That unmistakable scent of spring–awaited so long, it seemed like only a prayer– tickles your drowsy soul.

Quickens your pulse.

Alerts your mind to abandon winter’s old dreams.

It grows clear:

Your long hoped-for, long-prophesied time draws near:

That special time for you to wake up. Rise up. Scrub yourselves clean and release the last cobwebs of darkness.

What do you choose?

More subservience to the pains of the past?

So tedious.

More of your time-honored belief that you can’t wake up? Don’t deserve to wake up? Don’t know how to wake up?

So wasteful. So dull.

Please, please, release the past.

Because haven’t you completely run out of excuses?

Springtime starts to call you again. Springtime starts to sing like the first robin chirping at winter’s death.

Don’t you hear that sweet melody? Can’t you feel your bones thaw?

A special crispness fills the air. It’s the crispness of new hope.

It’s the tingle of new birth.

It’s your new possibilities.

You have only one choice before you:

Stay afraid, roll over, and pretend to sleep–though every cell in your body begs you to wake up?

Or crawl to the edge of your cave door? Rub the last sleep from your eyes? Welcome the new sunlight? Explore your new-born season?”

Fortune favors the bold.

A new springtime of happiness to you,
Rev. Scott Ufford
Copyright 2011