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The Birth of Something Wonderful

The Birth of Something Wonderful

Today is traditionally the celebration of the birth of Jesus. I love that the world finds a way to do something completely together, even if some of us are calling it Kwanza and Chanukah. There is still a celebratory feeling moving throughout most lands. This oneness is a great feeling in consciousness because most of us are considering this day or these days a time of great distinction for peace and love and giving. As this is so, I believe it provides us all with a vision of what the world might look like if we had this truth in our heart for the entire year.

This birth that we celebrate can be a birth with in all of us—a new birth of something wonderful, new and exciting. We can all manifest more abundance, more love, more truth, more giving, treat ourselves to more receiving, and, in general, practice the art of staying inside our homes and enjoying our loved ones.

I think about the normal function of a day such as Christmas. The streets are bare. The stores are closed. Everyone is with the people we call family, whether it is extended family or just close friends. But we all take time to close down the world and be with the people we love. This is so important on a daily basis.I had a couple that was coming in for some coaching in their marriage. We decided that the main thing that was missing in their marriage was “daily” communication. They spoke on weekends, but for some reason the husband felt like the week was for making money and supporting the family. So, he got up on weekdays, barely communicated, went to work, came home, and fell asleep without saying a word to his wife. Then on the weekends would expect his wife to be completely present after he ignored her all week.

We are a society of people who believe in principals much like that family. We let our children play computer games all day and night, while we are workaholics, and then expect families to function on the weekends or on vacations as if they have been communicating their feelings all the time. Secure love and relationship is very much dependent upon the need to actually relate daily.

Dependency isn’t a bad thing when you are inter-dependent and securely dependent, relating to each other with the intent to truly know each other and thrive from the knowing.

So, let us delight in the beautiful gift we are given today of the template of the grand life of peace among men. We can feel it in our finger and toes. We can breathe it in the air. We sense it as the phone rings and one more person we haven’t spoken to for a while bids us a warm hello.

Make this day a day to remember in our hearts. Bring it forward more often than just December 25th. Call it up on August 3rd and May 25th. Buy someone you love a gift on a day that doesn’t matter. Call a friend and tell him/her that you love the presence they to your life—just because. Make peace be your daily prayer. Hold it in your heart for the entire world.

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Bo Sebastian is a Hypnotherapist and Life & Health Coach, available for private sessions to Quit Smoking, Lose Weight with the new Lap Band-Hypnosis, CHANGE YOUR MIND, CHANGE YOUR LIFE! at 615-400-2334 or www.bosebastian.com.I am trying to spread the word about my blog and I need your help. Please let your friends know it exists, if it gives you hope and blesses you each day. Your connection to me blesses me in everyway possible. And I would be greatly pleased for you to share anything that you read by clicking the share button in Facebook.com/bo.sebastian, or add it to your Twitter at BoSebastian; or LinkedIN at Bosebastian5@gmail.com; or find this blog home at www.FindingAuthenticYou.com. Any of my books can be found on Amazon, just by typing my name in the header.

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Mary Did You Know?

Mary, Did You Know?

When I hear the song, “Mary, Did You Know?” I often think of what Mary, the mother of Jesus, didn’t know, more than what she knew. How much do mothers often know about their sons? For Jesus to have been said to be the Son of God and Mary not have a clue, sounds a little crazy.

But just because Mary knew the Christ would be born through her, doesn’t mean that she knew the destiny of this child. Did any of the president’s parents know that each of them would be the leader of the free world? I wonder. Does mother hold a special knowing inside like a maternal inkling?

Mothers know a lot more than you think they know. I remember when I came out to my mother. She said to me, “Son, you think that your mother is stupid?”

I thought I had been fooling the world. I had been engaged just eight months before I came out to her. I loved the girl. I slept with the girl. I had sex with the girl. I really thought I would marry her. But, nonetheless, mother knew.

My mother also tells me she can tell when something is upsetting me before I even know it sometimes. Well, I don’t think you have to dig too deeply to see when I’m upset. I wear my emotions on my shirtsleeve. Most people who know me know that I am usually kind, congenial and mostly cracking a joke most days. So, when I’m not, something is wrong. Nonetheless, Mother knows.

We got a call from one of my sisters yesterday. It was bad news. She had gotten a diagnosis of pneumonia and congestive heart failure that day. Mom says she felt as if something was terribly wrong, which was the reason for her call. I wonder with that same maternal power if Mom’s caring and concern can help heal my sister too.

Christmas is almost here. Just two more days and Santa will be coming down the chimney. At my house, even though there is a chimney, there is no fireplace. So I guess he’ll have to come through the furnace to deliver my gifts. This year I want a choo choo train. A bright red one. LOL

I never wanted toys like that when I was a kid. I was like… “Dad, can you buy me a piano?” or “Just buy me some recording equipment or a few Broadway show tunes scores. That would be good.” So, the thought of a Christmas tree filled with kiddy toys kind of makes me laugh.

A couple of years ago my nieces and nephews came over for Christmas eve and we doled out gifts then. I had never seen so many toys in one place. Just as soon as they would unwrap one Velociraptor, there would be one of equal or greater size waiting to be unveiled. And everything now is computerized and costs $50 or more for one toy. I remember getting $20 for Christmas. Literally, a $20 dollar bill. My dad would say, “Go and buy something for yourselves and wrap it.” He had a Santa quality about him you can’t buy in a store.

I don’t know where I’m going with this blog. It is the second blog of my new Blog site, which I’m really proud to be unveiling: FindingAuthenticYou.com. I’m really excited that I finally decided upon a name, because eventually all of this will become a book. So, be praying about that for me. You know what I teach, every seed and every vision becomes reality in time and with the proper watering.

Again, if you were deluged by Facebook—Wordpress announcements yesterday from me, it was just me having to propagate the new site with all the old blogs from almost two years. It is all done now, and there is no need to axe me from your Facebook or hide my postings, because I promise from this point on to be very minimal in my postings. I will post just extremely funny things, my once-a-day blog, and an occasional announcement.

Love to you all this toasty winter day. Bo

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Bo Sebastian is a Hypnotherapist and Life & Health Coach, available for private sessions to Quit Smoking, Lose Weight with the new Lap Band-Hypnosis, CHANGE YOUR MIND, CHANGE YOUR LIFE! at 615-400-2334 or www.bosebastian.com.

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Linda Died and then what?

Linda Died and Then What?

I had a great friend Linda, who has since died from complications from colon cancer. She was a lawyer and had a very deductive side to her brain, but also was very spiritual and was much like me in her thinking spiritually. We would talk for hours about death and dying and what to expect after that. She would always claim that she wasn’t afraid of dying and, in fact, looked forward to being out of this body and this world, because it was much too difficult and people and family never lived up their goodness.

When she was diagnosed with cancer, her mind changed quickly about her willingness to die. She woud call me often and tell me how precious life was and what a gift it was to just be breathing and to be healthy. I would listen carefully, because I wanted to understand what turned this staunch lawyer mind in a completely different direction about death and dying.

Our talks lasted very long at first, but as she progressed in her stage-4 cancer diagnoses, they would get shorter and shorter, until finally, our last conversation was about 5 minutes to tell me good-bye. We vowed to try to stay in touch from the other side.

This may seem strange to some of you, but the day she died, I was sleeping and something—a presence—a light—came into my room. I woke up and saw her plain as day. She was giggling, like a little girl. (She could get like that sometimes.) She wondered if I could hear her. She asked me over and over again. I kept saying, “I hear you. Can you hear me?” She laughed and said, “Yes, I do.”

But being still in lawyer mind, she needed proof. She asked me to do something like lift my hand and shake it. I did it. She laughed again. “I can’t believe this,” she replied.

Then the strangest thing happened. She said that she wanted me to find the silver bell that she gave me for Christmas 8 years prior and ring it every time I was talking to her, so she would know for sure that I saw her in the spirit. Well, I had no idea where that bell was. I hadn’t seen it in years. We talked for a while longer. I asked her what it felt like to be in spirit. She said that she felt light and free and wanted to stay with me and her family a while longer before she went to be with God. She said she was given a choice about that.

She also said that she asked to come back to the earth plain to help on this side after she was trained to do whatever she was supposed to do on the spiritual side.

I fell back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning and reached for my alarm knocking something off the nightstand. What was right next to my bed, but that silver bell—like it had been there the entire time. I’m getting chill bumps as I speak about it.

Linda doesn’t come back and talk to me as often as she used to. When she does, it is almost as if she is farther away and harder to hear, but I can still make out what she’s saying. She’s bigger and grander is the only way I can describe it. But she comes when I need her, like a guardian angel. I’d like to believe that maybe she is my guardian angel, helping me out of the toughest spots in life.

Wouldn’t it be lovely to think that people in our lives that know us the best, go on to be our guardian angels in the spiritual realm after they die? It would make the most sense to me. Who would know us better? Who would be able to help us the most?

I have put aside all that I have learned about religion and what I’m supposed to believe and just let what is happening to me in life teach me the lessons of I’m supposed to learn. I know I want Good and love and truth. I’m not forsaking God and Jesus in my search, just forsaking the books and lessons that have kept me stuck in a box my entire life. I know there is more and want that more to teach me all that It can so that I can be the best Bo I can be.

Here’s to living out of the box.

 

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