Commentaries by Cynthia

Conversations With God, Book 3
Neale Donald Walsch
Pages 68-69

Be a Bringer of the Light. For your light can do more than illuminate your own path. Your light can be the light which truly lights the world.

Shine on, then, O Illuminati! Shine on! That the moment of your greatest darkness may yet become your grandest gift. And even as you are gifted, so, too, will you gift others, giving to them the unspeakable treasure: Themselves.

Let this be your task, let this be your greatest joy: to give people back to themselves. Even in their darkest hour. Especially in that hour.

"We spend January 1st walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives... not looking for flaws, but for potential." ~Ellen Goodman

PS - I once received kudos from Ms. Goodman. I have saved her comments. They read: "Good Job, Cynthia! That didn't hurt, did it..."

How did I end up with these comments? I e-mailed her a copy of my column entitled The Liberal Leap, and she e-mailed me back a reply.

For those of you who don't know who Ellen Goodman is - she is a nationally syndicated liberal columnist.

I dedicate this song by The Waterboys to all the people who see what others can't - the Big Picture.

Something needs to be done about a-holes who work for big companies. If you've got a case against a jerk of a boss or a lazy HR worker, take the bastards to court. They deserve to be sued. And if they spout a bunch of lies - and they will - write a book or a blog about them. But do not take crap off people without firing back. Holding these people accountable for their “crimes” will help the working conditions of future employees. (However, don’t expect anyone to feel any gratitude for your efforts. It’s something that is between you and your Higher Purpose, and Karma will reward you nicely.)

I'm not a big fan of Christmas music, but I love this song. No one says it better than John Lennon.

This is a story I saw on a local news channel regarding the materialization of an angel in a Charlotte hospital.

The angel can be seen on film and was noticed by hospital employees, as well.

Touched by an Angel

Cameron and Skyler, Christmas 2008
(Me-maw loves ya, girls!)

This is an excerpt from one of Victor Zammit's newsletters. I am posting it because there is a growing interest in spirituality, and people seem to be searching for something that traditional religion doesn't offer. This is not a bad thing, but dangerous cults are out there with their arms open wide. I've had some experiences with a cult myself, and I thank God that I was able to escape from their clutches basically unharmed. Not everyone is so lucky.

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"CULT MEMBER? Never give up your independence! Never allow others to make decisions for you!

I’ve had over the years a number of people wanting to know if it’s alright to belong to a cult. No, I repeatedly said. Why not? Because being a member of the cult you have to obey the commands – direct or subtle as they may be given by the guru. He or she will try to make you feel guilty, inadequate and in urgent need of the guru’s help. Guru activities are about brainwashing.

My mother’s birthday is today, and I cannot help but to think of her.

I wish I could say many, many lovely things about her – indeed, she did have a good side. But there was another side of her, as well. Again, John Lennon describes my own feelings so adequately in his song Mother.

Parents of the world – please let your children know that you love them. If you don’t, they will grow up with a void inside them that no one else can fill. Not feeling wanted by one’s parents creates an internal sadness and longing that never fully goes away.

I once said that I would not mention the day that John Lennon was killed, preferring instead to remember his life and legacy. And yet, today is the day, and I find my thoughts drifting back to that December day in 1980.

Since I've been on the topic of depression, this is a John Lennon song that speaks volumes about the condition.
I am posting it in his honor and memory.