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3 Secret Reasons Why Patience Is the Best Fuel for Your Success

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Three secret reasons explain why patience is the best fuel for your flight into spiritual & personal success.

Those 3 secrets lie hidden behind this common question:

Why’s it so hard to be patient with others–
after we’ve conquered in ourselves what they’re struggling with?

Because we’re sick of that tiresome old scenario?
Because we want to escape all memory of our old pains?
Because in the light of our advancement, we realize how stupid our old struggle was?
Because we think we’re “past all that”?
Or because we think they’re inferior to us?

We must remember this:

Measured over the span of a lifetime, or an age–
our greater progress is only the blink of an electronic eye faster than someone “behind us”.

We must give those “slower” pilgrims on the byzantine wandering trails of life the same patience we wanted when WE were lost or WE were confused or WE were struggling with their same issue.

Because what looks like crawling to you might be someone else’s build-up to blast-off.

Remember:
36 seconds after lift-off, every ascending rocket sees every spaceship quivering far below on a launchpad as immobile.

But it’s actually a beehive of necessary calculations and trial-&-error preparations..

Also, to the humblest Angel in the heavens, what we consider our grandest flights of courage and invention might appear as basic as hopping over a mud puddle.

Most of all, these 3 secret reasons explain why patience is the best fuel for our future success!

Question 1. If we’re impatient with people slower than us, what are we saying to the Universal Schoolmaster we study under every day of our existence?

Answer: We’re shouting loud & clear:
We haven’t fully learned our lesson! We’re telling the Universe to please bring us more of the same bitter medicine to fully digest & move past our familiar old struggle!

Question 2. Why should we be patient with people who progress slower than us?

Answer: Because the exact quality of caring we give others, Life gives back to us. If we’re impatient with others, we short-circuit our connection to the merciful patience we’d received–
however small it seemed at the time–
that helped us survive our terrible growing pains.

Question 3. Once we’re free from our growing pains over that issue, why should we care?

Answer: Because the School of Life is an Infinity Pool! Just when we start congratulating ourselves on our wisdom or sophistication or prowess, Life’s busily choosing and cranking into position the next logical lessons of a new, heightened obstacle course for us to swim through.

But here’s the Ultimate Lesson Secret.

To paraphrase the New Testament:
“Even though I have all the wisdom, all the wealth, all the honors and all the accomplishments in the world, if I don’t have Love, everything else is nothing but a tinkling bell.”

That’s the Ultimate Lesson Secret:
LOVE.

In, through & beyond all circumstances of stress, stupidity, scorn and sacrifice, every Lesson in Life is another camouflaged lesson in LEARNING HOW TO LOVE.

Do you CHOOSE to learn how to express love during your new lesson–
or not?

More to the point:
Do you choose to learn how to love the easy way, or the hard way? Because for new & greater learning, one way or the other is INEVITABLE.

Summary:
During your stressful lessons do you CHOOSE to practice the power of patience? Or to suffer more by ignoring your power?

Patience is nothing but the fuel of love voluntarily used despite all constraints of time & circumstance.

See what powerful magnets your choices are?

-Rev. Scott Ufford
Copyright 2013

Psychic Secrets: Forget The Island of “Lost”, We’re Citizens of a New World

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This illuminating secret was just revealed for us by anonymous Reality Teachers:

“As the New Island is created, as we step, fresh-minted and fresh-minded onto its sacred shores, the old island is destroyed behind us…

“The old’s usefulness has been served. Now the old stage set is to be struck, the special effects lab shut down, the electricity extinguished…

All the old effects of living on the nearby-in-time-departed island behind us, back at the bridge’s beginnings, are complete. With no further need or desire to sustain the old stories, that old world is veritably rolled up like a worn, treasured carpet.

Allowed to be extinguished & then recycled–for we have no need to return back into that squalid past, however much we loved it despite all its flaws.

Because your energies lie focused into the new direction.

Into your footsteps–and your wing flights–you enter upon this vast New Island life–where, it’s true:

you have no need for the past, successfully graduated from–

because in advancing across the bridge to this New Island–you have moved into fuller use and possession of your true, honest senses.

Please note: your old island past is NOT for you to willfully destroy–

because in doing this, you would censor your abilities of awakening peace, which would tend to negate your crossing of any necessary bridge in the first place.

Instead, honor with respect every place you have ever been.

Allow God Himself to roll up the magic carpet of old times from behind you and to do this as He will–

for who else but He, in coordination with your highest divine desires & good will, has UNROLLED the magic carpet of this New Island–for YOU?!”
With Peace and Blessings to You,
Rev. Scott Ufford,
The Psychic Philosopher
Copyright 2012

How to Check Your Spiritual GPS

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Do you wonder what’s the right direction to take?
Are life’s conflicting signals confusing you?
Have you lost your spiritual GPS?

Recently, a vivid dream neatly taught me what to do next–
but like the wise fisherman, it wasn’t going to just hand me the tasty fish…

“The Dream Scene:

I’m an African-American man, with six or seven friends surrounding one pleasant but stressed-looking man in his late twenties. Our friend faces a difficult decision.

He has to make really tough choices NOW:

Does he take a big risk for the job & career he really wants? There’s no guarantee he’ll succeed. Failure would prove costly.

Does he marry the pretty young lady standing near him, who’s sweetly stressing him for a ring? We can tell he cares about her, but she’s “not quite the one”. We sense he’d be bending to make her happy–
or avoid her displeasure.

Proverbial buckets of sweat begin to brim on his forehead. We silently give him time for his choice. The young lady gives him a bitty tweak of a smile that says, “You’d better choose me.”

The poor guy’s about to spring a leak, melt down like a reactor or run for the hills, we can’t tell which.

On an inspiration I ask, “Do you want to know how to choose?”

He looks at me with hope & incredulity, like a drowning man would who’s asked if he prefers a life preserver or not.

“You have to take the high road,” I tell him.

“How do I find it?”

Everybody looks at me as if to say, “This had better be good now you’ve opened your mouth Scott!”

These words tumble out:

“Ask.”

“The High-Way is the drive-way God intends you to drive your life upon.”

I repeat this slowly, once, then twice. Everybody’s so in sync with this saying, they smile & nod their heads in agreement.

A fourth time I state this truth, everybody spontaneously recites it with me:

“The High-Way is the drive-way God intends you to drive your life upon.”

A grin of relief breaks through the very tense cloud on our friend’s face.

He understands:

He can get his answer–
by asking his Higher Guidance System.

Anything else would be muddled, half-blind, possibly manipulative guidance.

But his Higher Guidance–
his spiritual GPS–
won’t give him the easy route–
it will give him the BEST route from the perspective of Wisdom.

He has to be willing to lift up his eyes, his energies and his intentions.

Yes, his spiritual GPS will guide him to the High-Way that’s the drive-way God INTENDS him to drive his life upon.

He just has to FOLLOW IT.

The Dream ends with us feeling satisfied, almost giddily happy.”

So remember my friend, your Spiritual GPS is just waiting for you to check–
& keep recalibrating as needed along the High-Way of your life!

Ask me for help if you like.

Peace & Happiness to you,
Rev. Scott Ufford,
The Psychic Philosopher
Copyright 2012

Are We Still Playing The Game of Fragments?

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Brace yourself:

I’m about to tell you a radical, probably shocking secret. (But I’m going to make you wait.)

In a world as topsy-turvy as ours, any claim of the ability to shock us might be considered presumptuous. Maybe even egomaniacal.

After all, we’re stuck in a “civilization” that wallows in the deepest slime of corruption. Groans under the weight of horrid slick tales of blood-splashed brutality and greed-splashed stupidity.

We’ve penned up the world’s healthy wildness, humanity’s ingenious native wisdom & bull-dozed them into cesspools.

Are we waiting for every last remote chance of their revival to dissolve?

Are we “the 99%” actually teamed up with “the 1%” to turn Earth into a shanty museum where the most beautiful and good lay frozen in panoramic exhibits of the past?

Are we waiting until that silent deadline when the simple clarity of enjoying living blue seas, of non-slime-slicked oceans, of non-cracked, non-fracked, non-heart-attacked lands with more beasts thriving than monster bugs & rats, has slipped horribly from the fringes of our reality?

Are we blindly waiting until livid red volcanoes of subconsciously suppressed hate, denied fear, unbridled toxic intent, so swamp our cities with psychic lava of hopelessness that humanity’s forced to cower in a prison corner of Creation?

Let’s be completely honest with ourselves here. Nobody’s watching or judging us in this moment–
except, of course, our most scrupulous exacting taskmasters–
our inner selves.

So we must ask ourselves, because to avoid these harsh questions is to embrace the most deadly mediocrity:

Will we continue to curdle our ethics so sourly that the most shallow behavior, most self-congratulatory criminality, most imbecilic violence are celebrated with no sadness?

Can’t our jaded eyes see how our personal integrity, holistic usefulness & sense of community suffer by being reduced to embarrassing court jesters performing in the royal courts of the rich?

Can’t we see how we–
from the most religious to the most atheistic–
from the most advanced intellectuals to the most incurable simpletons–

all of us seem stuck in a unexplainable waiting game?

For sure, our wait’s well-camouflaged. By sheer cleverness of denials and sheer urgency of private worries.

As a result, some of us, frozen, await Jesus Christ’s return.
Some of us expect the next Buddha, the next Iman Mahdi, the next great Caesar to relieve our responsibilities.

Some of us pretend to expect the next great President, the next great corporation, the next great Mayan 2012 calendar date to force our hands, to cleanse our festering wounds–
or the next great & horrible enemy to slap us awake.

Some of us await the landing of the UFOs or the all-saving kindness of our Space Neighbors to revive us, or the next stupendous drug to make us less stupid–
or so stupefied we won’t feel our pain.

Or, the next 1-chance-in-77-million of winning the lottery, the next fated sweet encounter with a soul mate, the next corporate bail-out, the next public hand-out, the next death of an unknown rich uncle…

But what are we waiting for?

Are we really happy with waiting for a dozen different quantum reality versions of a Jesus to wave his wand & decree with finality to each of us in turn,
“You, bad…
You, good…
You, losers…
You, the champs…
You, the chimps”?

Or to distract us with fears of suffering beneath the lash of the next “You’re fired”, “You’re too old”, or “Guess what–you’re doomed, you’re damned & you’re dead!”

Now we’ve force-fed ourselves these tough questions, here’s Part One of that radical shocking secret:

Our waiting time is over.
Our waiting game is already up.
Our ancient tired legends & prized excuses have already surrendered their vitality.
Collapsed like sacred but useless sands of time slip-sliding into the hourglass’ bottom.

The clock already strikes past midnight for the human race.

What does this mean?

It means our past is dead. Our denial is dying.
And here we are.
Naked.
Awakening.
Scared.
Crying out for our Mamas & Papas.

But here we are.
One human family, utterly bored at playing The Game of Fragments.

Can you sense the return of your trust?
Can you feel a strange new calm?
Can you feel your fears of abandonment dissolve?

Can you feel your first deep stirrings of an ancient competence?
Can you admit you believe in your own soul’s wisdom?

Can you abandon your fears that our bridge to The New World is too shaky, too endless, too painful to cross?

Can you stop theorizing about what awaits you on the far side?
Stop squabbling about who deserves to cross & who deserves to stay behind in the Old Darkness?

Can you just be happy with putting one foot in front of the other?
With helping your neighbor who feels too lost or afraid, too ignorant or worthless, to take his or her next small step?

Can you taste your desire to emerge safely on the other side?
To reach new lands & dimensions of greater adventure?

Can you picture with your inner eye & your hidden hearing & your unused heart strength, what it might be like–
no, what it WILL be like–
for you to set foot on that promised shore?

Do you dare imagine the sweet new taste of your freedoms?
Your soul’s secret delight at everyone winning The Game of Fragments?
Can you imagine the awaiting Game of a higher, healthier, happier Reality?

If you can, are you willing to arrive safely–
are you willing for us ALL to arrive safely–
whatever the nature of this Promised Shore–

on that peaceful Island Earth whose pure freshness tugs at our attention–
whose lightening gravity demands we command & commit our energies–
to unchain our futures from self punishment and recrimination
over ancient memories of Paradises Lost–

No matter what the cost?

Are you ready?

I believe you are ready.

I believe I am, too.
Because Reality demands this.

I even believe some of us might already have arrived.
This very minute, crowded around by unseen angels they wave & yell for us.

To snap us from our self hypnosis.

To guide us by the crystalline ring of their voices until the low fog lifts
and reveals that far shore, now startlingly close.

Almost at our feet.

To quicken our steps on our way back Home.

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Let me know any way I can help.
Peace & Happiness to you,
Rev. Scott Ufford,
The Psychic Philosopher
Copyright 2012