| Spiritual Humour |
| Lighten Up! |
| Do you ever think we take life too seriously? Newspapers and television news are full of negative stories that give us a distorted view of life. It would seem that positive news is not dramatic enough. It is, perhaps, no wonder that we see an increase in the number of 'where there's a blame, there's a claim' cases. If someone trips in the street, their first thought isn't, |
| DANGER OPEN MANHOLE, BOTTOMLESS PIT. CAREFUL NOW, DON'T SCAB YOUR KNEES |
| Take ten minutes, stand back and imagine you can see yourself. Do you take life or yourself too seriously? Are you filled with your own importance? Do you laugh enough? Remember, we all have free will, with the choice and ability to feel any way we want to, about any given situation. It's up to us. Spike Milligan once sent a get-well message to his dear friend Harry Secombe. It said, "I hope you die first, because I don't want you singing at my funeral." Isn't that just the best way of looking at life/death? I can't help but imagine Harry Secombe shaking with laughter after reading it, and feeling a lot better. It's a well know scientific fact that laughing is good for you. It releases Dolphins into your blood stream, (Or should that be endorphins?) and actually makes you feel better. |
| "Oooh Eck, I've knackered me tights!" (Especially if they're a man.) It seems to be, "Someone must be to blame. I wonder how much I could get?" In fact they were probably walking along with a mobile phone surgically grafted to one ear, their eyes firmly fixed on a shop window and didn't see the bright orange warning sign that said, |
| I always find it easier to do absent healing, and so every evening I would settle down to send him some. Sometimes it worked and sometimes you could sit there for hours with very little happening - except getting a stiff neck. I realised I was trying to hard. My ego had stepped in and was saying "Only you can save this man. You are that important." It was blocking any energy. I asked for help from spirit, (or as we call them, THE MANAGEMENT) it came in the most bizarre way... They showed me a huge custard pie, filled to the brim with healing. I could feel the weight of it in my hands and see that it was packed full of energy. I would imagine my father-in-law lying motionless in his hospital bed and say to him, "Right, you're going to get this one right in the kisser!" I would throw the pie and could see it splat all over him, covering him from head to toe in wonderful healing energy. Only his eyes were visible. How ridiculous. I started to laugh and could fell the energy surge kick in, turbo boosted. Oh my god, this was actually working. This then became my nightly routine. I got through hundreds of pies and four trifles. (The spotted dick, however, was a bit of a flop) Thanks to everybody's help, unconditional love and healing, he made a full recovery against the odds... |
| The tumour wasn't immediately life threatening and wasn't malignant. The operation would be carried out by accessing his brain through his nose. Unfortunately the process didn't go according to plan and complications arose. He subsequently underwent five further brain operations, then he contracted meningitis and both his lungs collapsed: he was in a coma on life support for three months. He then caught M.R.S.A. and had to have a tracheotomy. As you can imagine, it was a very stressful time for the whole family. We had lots of people sending him healing. We would sit for hours giving him Reiki. Unfortunately this used to send all the machines haywire and bring nurses running from all directions. |
| I came to realise about two years ago how important humour was to me. My father-in-law went into hospital to have an operation on a brain tumour. (Not in itself rib-ticklingly funny, I grant you, but wait...) |
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| A medium friend had told me recently that I have a monk with me, who helps and guides me. This made sense as I have always felt an affinity with monks (I also have some very dirty habits). However, he keeps me in check... I run my own retail business, and a customer was complaining of a trapped nerve in his shoulder. I tried some healing on him but was unsure as to whether it had worked or not. Later that night I tried some absent healing but once again I was getting nowhere. My monk flashed through my mind. He kept looking at me and yawning, tapping his feet, drumming his fingers and letting out great sighs. His look said, 'Hurry up. You are never going to do this.' I tried to put him out of my mind but he wouldn't go. He started to act stupidly, pulling silly faces and making rude noises. I was still trying to get him out of my mind. Eventually, he played his trump card...up came the habit and he showed me his bare bum. That finished me. I had to stop because I was laughing so much. 'What was that all about?' I asked. |
| THE EGO HAD LANDED |
| The energy was blocked. This was spirits way of bringing me down to earth. The message? Lighten up. Have fun. Do it for the right reasons Be light hearted. Have a heart full of light. laugh at yourself more. I leave you with the humour of the worlds oldest lady. An inspirational French woman of 120, who said, "I have only one wrinkle, and I'm sitting on it." |
| The answer was loud and clear. The reason I wasn't sure if the healing had helped the gentleman was because of my motives for doing it. There was a genuine desire to help, but overriding this was the hope that people would see what I was doing and take notice of me. I would be the centre of attention. |