Mystical Reflections

My Mother's Voice

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:14:00 +0000

Today (February 6th) would be my Mother’s 102nd Birthday. She has been on my mind all day. I thought I would share something I wrote a few years ago about her. I hope you enjoy it.

I heard her voice again this morning. I awakened and looked at the clock, noting that I had one more hour to sleep. As I rolled to my side she simply called, “Barbara!” Although she’d gone home to God five years ago, I knew it was she. The ethereal quality of the voice did not diminish her personal resonance. She’d spoken to me many times and in many ways. Occasionally, like this morning, it was audible, direct and loving. I said “Hi Mom” and slowly rolled to my side to sleep until the alarm sounded. She, however, had a different plan.

Unable to go back to sleep, I arose and sat in the chair beside my bed. “Ok Mom, what do you want?” In the silence my inner voice prompted me to turn on the television. I dragged myself to the living room, picked up the remote and clicked. There it was, a program about mothers and daughters. I let out a deep sigh and watched, in awe of what had just happened. As I listened to the complexity of mother/daughter relationships, I had the distinct feeling that this was much more than a coincidence. It was a lesson in listening.

Out of this arose the perception that Mom has really never left. I can see more of her in me than ever before. She’s in my gestures and in the way I walk. When I look in a mirror and see her face in mine, I often smile and say, “Hi Margaret!” Maybe she hears me and returns the greeting when I am open to hearing her speak.

And then I question…Does my mother live inside of me as well? Does my inner Wisdom know that Mom’s voice will get my attention? If I believe that there is really only One, then both are true. Nevertheless, my heart is bursting with love and gratitude today. How many times I’ve longed to hear my mother’s voice…just once more. Now I have, and perhaps I will again.

Dear God,
Today I am grateful for your infinite Patience. I open myself to receive your Divine Guidance, and I listen closely for your loving Voice that comes through in so many ways.

And so it is
AMEN

Sent To You With Love. Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp

God is the friend of silence. See how nature -- trees, flowers, grass -- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence . . . We need silence to be able to touch souls. Mother Teresa

Innocence

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 19:01:00 +0000

When I graduated from High School I decided that nursing would be my profession. And so it was for nearly forty years. I’ve been asked many times about where I worked and what I did as a nurse. I went to Jackson Memorial Hospital in Miami for my training as an RN and worked there for two years before moving to California. My resume is really too long for all that I did, but I must admit that my 10 years in Newborn Nursery were my absolute favorite. I must smile when I talk about this because that was the last place I thought I’d ever work.

At the time I had just moved to Connecticut from California where I had worked for several years in a surgical intensive care unit at UCLA Hospital. I had not worked in a nursery since nursing school and things had changed quite a bit in that specialty. Of course, babies are still the same, so I finally gave in and went for an interview. One look at those sweet innocent beings and I fell in love. They hired me on the spot, and I gave notice to the Oral Surgeon that I had worked for only a year.

I must admit that my ten years in newborn nursery was my absolute favorite. Those sweet innocent God beings were just delightful. Their needs were simple, as were their activities. They ate, slept, cried, peed and pooped twenty-four hours a day. Most of all, they were able to spend time with mom and dad who loved and held them longer than the nursery personnel could.

Being an RN, I cared mostly for those who were sick, premature and any others that needed special care. If they were too ill for our limited staff and equipment, they were transferred to the closest teaching hospital which was Yale in New Haven, CT. Many times I rode in the back of the ambulance down curving roads, since a direct Interstate did not exist. At one point, I was sent there for a month of training, which was quite helpful.

Newborn Nursery is not the easiest place to work, but just being around the babies was really as good as it gets for me. Why, you may wonder? Those little God Beings were completely innocent and I was privileged to care for them.

What I learned over many years as I grew spiritually is that the innocence we see in them is still in us. When I think of my own innocence, it brings tears to my eyes. If we could only remember that regardless of who we become or what we do, just like me and my 80 plus Grandma, the innocence is still there.

Written For You with Love,

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp

A Breath Of Eternity

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 23:45:00 +0000

Sometimes I sense a gentle presence within me that lightens my burdens. It is silent and comes forth as I allow. It’s nearly midnight. This could be a lonely time, but I’m anything but lonely. The soft background music brings forth a sweet memory of my mother as one of her favorite tunes begins to play. A melancholy emerges and deeply touches my heart.

It is so easy to slip into memories instead of being in the now, but this memory is heartfelt and comforting. It reminds me how fragile this life is. It says, listen…listen, she’s close by, and in reality she never left.

How fortunate I am to sit in the sea of memory for just a little while. After hours spent filling time with everyday activity, her closeness brings tears to my eyes. Yes, it is a part of life, a part of something I cannot fully comprehend. Still, somewhere in the depth of my heart that memory comforts and sustains me.

People used to say how much we looked alike. Others do not see it. I have some of my father’s features too but mostly I am my mother. She taught me by example how to treat friends and neighbors and, most of all, to love God.

A day passes quickly, and then a year is gone. How many more moments, days and years? No one knows. I don’t take life for granted any more. Right now, there is nothing to do. Oh, if I could know this freedom well. One day, perhaps, the Light will come, and I will merge into the consciousness of the Beloved. Tonight though, I sit quietly in this breath of eternity. Nowhere to go; nothing to do. I’ll just be and…in this moment…that is enough.

And so it is…

Beloved Children,

The winds of change blow through your consciousness, upsetting your world, as you know it to be. These winds have a greater purpose than you can see. They come into your life to remind you that this is the time to surrender into peace.

The life you live is often shrouded in mystery because your vision is not clear. Pain and pleasure are choices and are present in your world. My dear ones, you will feel the pains of change until you are able to accept them fully as breaths of eternity.

As you learn to accept the winds of change and welcome them as truths to be explored, your life changes. When you understand the need for pain, it disappears. Clarity comes through prayer and silence, acceptance and love, duty and diligence. Out of this willingness to surrender, the winds calm and the peace of heaven emerges.

AMEN

Wwritten for you with Love,

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp
www.WisdomsVoice.com

IF ONLY

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 03:01:00 +0000

I can’t count how many times I’ve wondered what my life would have been like if only I had made different choices. This sort of life review comes up when I lose sight of purpose. My mind tries to entice me to buy this or that to fill the emptiness. Its promises are seductive because it is easy to immediately enjoy a piece of chocolate cake or a new treasure. Yet I know that my greater purpose has nothing to do with worldly issues. It has to do with how much I live life fully on purpose and not stuck in past memories.

I realize that my “if only” is just a distraction, a way to hold me captive and saddened by what might have been. Perhaps the choices I made were really the best ones and there is no need for regret, yet I know that’s not true. I ask myself, how much more time do you want to waste on “if only?” Not a minute. I still have a life to create today and it is up to me. If I truly want to live with passion and purpose, I really have some work to do.

A friend asked me today how I would feel if I didn’t l complete the book that I promised Mother Mary I would write. I realized how sad it would be to reach the end of my life and not completed what I’ve promised Her I would do. Up till now, parts of my third book are all tucked in a folder, and I find myself attending to those worldly issues that I tend to put first. You might wonder how I could do that. I wonder too.

I sat quietly today with tears on my cheeks and vowed to stop my nonsense and write this book. I realized that I must give up some of the things I do that really are not necessary or need to be done now.
The question is do I want to live in if only or will I do I what I have promised? YES I WILL!

And so it is,
Amen

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp

You must understand that it is all very simple. Your focus is God. Your Love is God and your work is for God. Storms may rage and frighten you, but there is no reason to doubt yourself. You have the ability to fulfill your purpose and you must use it. Release your fears and heed my call. I will guide you to your greatness.

Wisdom’s Voice

THE CREATIVE GIFT

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 04:14:00 +0000

When I was a little girl I fell in love with books. My mother told me that when she sat me on her lap and read to me, I always wanted to hold the book. On my sixth birthday I received a gift of two hard cover books that had no pictures. I didn’t mind because those were “big girl” books with pretty blue covers. I was so proud of them and so longed to read them myself. My mother told me that I learned to read quickly, and my reading scores in elementary school were high.

When I was in fifth grade I wrote a story that had a beginning, middle and end. My parents were so proud when my teacher gave me an A+. I continued with my story writing and often drew pictures to accompany them. In High School I hated grammar class, but I loved literature and enjoyed writing essays.

My other passion was music. As a child I wanted a piano so badly, but we moved Florida and lived in a small trailer for five years. Knowing my love of music, my parents gave me a ukulele for Christmas when I was ten. I learned chords quickly and played and sang at home, or in the car. I was fourteen when we moved into our new house and at fifteen my parents gave me a piano for Christmas. I learned quickly and after two years, my piano teacher gave me a job teaching some of her young beginners. Of course I had to go to their homes which meant riding my bicycle or taking the bus if it was too far to ride. The kids were fun and some I bribed to practice. If they did well at the next lesson, we would play the popular duet “Heart and Soul” as a reward. Most of the time, it worked.

When I graduated from High School girls had limited choices, or so we were told. We could marry or become a secretary, teacher or nurse. None of those really appealed to me. I really wanted to follow my music teacher’s suggestion and major in music.

Since college was very expensive, I decided to become a nurse. For Forty years that was my job. In 1989, I had to quit working because of illness. Fibromyalgia entered my body. After several months, the condition left me relatively helpless for three years.

As a retired RN, I can look back and realize how happy I am that I made that choice. Nursing not only gave me a guaranteed profession, it gave me knowledge about medicine that has helped me. I have been able to help many of my friends who have questions about health that I am qualified to answer. If I don’t know, I can at least refer them to their physician.

I still love music though. Over the years I played a ukulele as a child, and a guitar, especially in the 60’s and 70’s during the folk era. Now, at 72, I’ve decided to play music again. I recently bought a keyboard, and it sits proudly in my living room. I’m not quite as quick with my fingers on the keyboard as I once was, but it’s OK. It’s fun. I have a ukulele too, and an old guitar that needs strings. Who knows, maybe I’ll put new strings on it, or maybe not.

Right now my attention is on writing again. Since I was given the message that I was to write three books and have only written two, it will be my primary focus. I wrote this to encourage you to keep your creative juices flowing as you grow older. Don’t shy away from trying new things or resurrecting those that you stopped and miss today. All of us have creative gifts that we can share in some way. If you don’t know what yours is, ASK your inner Wisdom. It will enrich your life.

With Much Love and Many Blessings,
Barbara

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp
www.wisdomsvoice.com

MY UNCLE JIM

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 23:06:00 +0000

I was so fortunate to have many aunts, uncles and cousins in my family. I loved them all, but there was an uncle who became my favorite. Uncle Jim was as loving as any father could be. Unfortunately he and my Aunt Marie had no children of their own. When I was eight, my father moved us to from Pennsylvania to Florida and I missed my aunt and uncle terribly. I was always so happy to visit with them every summer.

Uncle Jim worked in the steel mills all of his working life. He worked the swing shift, so his hours changed weekly. It was wonderful when he was working the day shift, because we could spend so much more time together. He loved to go to the local baseball games and fortunately there was a playground in the park. I could spend my time partly on the bleachers with him or… at the playground on the swings, slides and seesaws or on the monkey bars that I loved. Of course there was always five cents available for a Popsicle.

In the late 40’s and early 50’, my grandparents and three of my aunts lived in the big house next to my Aunt Marie and Uncle Jim’s little house. They shared a large yard, a grape arbor and a summer vegetable and flower garden. During the summers that I visited them, they had plenty of grape jam stored in the fruit cellar.

I remember the summer of 1949 so well. It was the year my grandparents bought their first 16 inch television. The programs were usually 15 or 30 minutes long at first. As I look at the television sets today, I marvel at the enjoyment we had watching those black and white programs.

I slept in the big house, but spent most of my time at the little house with Aunt Marie and Uncle Jim. Aunt Marie played board games with me and Uncle Jim taught me several card games. We would sit for hours playing Rummy or Solitaire. Sometimes Uncle Jim and I would sit on the porch swing and watch the world go by.

As you can see by the photo, Uncle Jim also played with me in other ways. I recall the day that he allowed me to dress him up with a sheet and the hat that I wore years before as a flower girl. I know that he enjoyed it as much as I did. That to me is Love.

And so it is,

Barbara

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp
www.wisdomsvoice.com

Morgan and Sebastian

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 21:27:00 +0000

I’ve always loved animals, especially dogs and cats. One of the most memorable was Morgan an Irish Setter. Although I loved them all, Morgan was such a delight.

I always tried to prepare anyone who came to visit for the first encounter with this big red, devil may care, seventy-five pound bundle of energy. He would thunder down the stairs, explode through the doorway and send everything in his path sailing across the room. If he got to the visitor before we got hold of his collar, he would jump and pin them against the door while welcoming those he knew with many dog kisses.

Morgan had an independent streak that, at times, was a source of irritation. He would lose himself in the woods, on purpose I know, forcing me to search for him. After an hour of hide and seek, I would spot him casually strolling toward the house. Of course, he chose to ignore me. I had my tricks though. I would entice him home by telling him we were “going in the car,” his favorite activity. Once in the car I had to keep my promise. We’d roll out of the driveway and slowly ride around a few blocks. After that, he would enter the house with no problem.

As loving and devoted as he was, Morgan was a thief. Packs of lifesavers and chewing gum would mysteriously disappear from tables, dressers and occasionally pockets. One day I caught him red-pawed while gorging himself on the six dozen chocolate chip cookies that were cooling on the kitchen table. Another time he ate the top layer of the birthday cake that my friend had cooling on her kitchen table.

I desperately tried to break him of his petty thievery, but I was a pushover, and he knew it. He would escape punishment by gently laying his head on my lap and sheepishly gazing at me with unconditional love reflecting in his soft brown eyes. My heart would melt and he was forgiven.
Morgan behaved like a puppy for most of his life, but despite all of his crazy antics, I adored this delightful, loving colorful character. I always felt his love for me. Why…because he was unconditional Love.

P. S. For cat lovers, I don’t want to ignore the cat in the photo. His name was Sebastian. He was quite special and a very independent cat. He has his own story.

Written for you With Love,
Barbara

A Breath of Eternity

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 17:55:00 +0000

Sometimes I sense a gentle presence within me that lightens my burdens. It is silent and comes forth as I allow. It’s nearly midnight. My cup of chamomile tea sits beside me. Soft music breaks the silence, and the gentle breeze from the ceiling fan caresses me.

This could be a lonely time, but I’m anything but lonely. A memory arises. The music reminds me of my mother, as one of her favorite tunes plays softly in the background.
A melancholy emerges and deeply touches my heart.

It is so easy to slip into memories instead of being in the now, but this memory is heartfelt and comforting. It reminds me how fragile this life is. It says, listen…listen, she’s close by, and in reality she never left.

How fortunate I am to sit in the sea of memory for just a little while. After hours spent filling time with everyday activity, her closeness brings tears to my eyes. Yes, it is a part of life, a part of something I cannot fully comprehend. Still, somewhere in the depth of my heart that memory comforts and sustains me.

A day passes quickly, and then a year is gone. How many more moments, days and years? No one knows. I don’t take life for granted any more. Right now, there is nothing to do. Oh, if I could know this freedom well. One day, perhaps, the Light will come, and I will merge into the consciousness of the Beloved. Tonight though, I sit with my tea in this breath of eternity. Nowhere to go; nothing to do. I’ll just be and…in this moment…that is enough.

Today, Beloved, I surrender to the opportunity to create loving moments that live as inspiration in the heart of the Eternal Now.

Written for you with Love,
Barbara

Rev. Dr Barbara Rasp
www.wisdomsvoice.com

VACATION 2011

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 20:37:00 +0000

A friend and I traveled to the outer banks of North Carolina to visit friends in June. They have a beautiful home in Kitty Hawk. We have visited them several times, but this time…something new was added. Besides their two dogs, Jake and Buddy who are several years old, there were also two new kittens. Callie and Bo- Boo were sisters only a few weeks old. If you have ever had kittens you know how active they can be, and these were no exception.
We found out right away that they had never been in the bedrooms we were to occupy, and I began to see what would be our fate for the next two weeks. Boo-Boo took to me and sat on my bed as often as she could while biting my big toe. Callie took to my friend, and spent much of her time with him, but the kittens explored every inch of both rooms many times.
While unpacking, I had both of them with me. Boo-Boo was watching every move and was in my suitcases as much as I was. As I started to open the blinds to let in more light I noticed Callie walking along the curtain rod near a very high ceiling. I had forgotten how agile kittens were, and panicked. Of course, as I ran out to ask my friends what to do, they said, “don’t worry, she will be fine.” Of course, she was.
As time went by, I became used the flying cats. If they became too active, especially at mealtime, they were taken to the large dog crate in the corner of the living room where they ate and slept. Most of the time, however, they were allowed to run around, explore and play with their toys and anyone who was in the house. The two dogs seemed to take all of this in stride and if the kittens were too bothersome, the dogs would move to another room or ask to go out.

As far as the vacation went, it was wonderful. The weather was a little cooler than what we left behind in Florida. The food was great and beach was lovely…white sand and beautiful shells. They have some wonderful restaurants and we celebrated two birthdays while there.
Since we have visited the Outer Banks several times, we have seen most of the shopping plazas and tourist attractions in the area. However, Carol and I took off one day to visit several yard sales and some second hand stores. By the time we arrived home, the back seat was full.
I feel so fortunate to have such wonderful friends, who have welcomed us royally so many times. I want to thank Natalie and Carol so much for all they have done to make our trips so memorable. I also must thank Jake, Buddy, Callie and Boo- Boo for putting up with us. We love you all.

Barbara

Rev.Dr. Barbara Rasp
www.wisdomsvoice.com

Vacation 2011

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 16:47:00 +0000

A PROMISE

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Sat, 02 Jul 2011 16:31:00 +0000

“The Supreme God has come to you to write a book and you won’t do it.” Those are the words that my wonderful coach, counselor and dear friend repeated back to me after I said I had not started to write my third book. Unfortunately, up to this point, he is right. I wrote some channeled material in my blog in April, when I was asked to begin but I didn’t follow through. I stopped writing.

I have said so many times that I will write “In Faith I Come,” but I don’t keep that promise. Somehow, I find something else to do or somewhere else to go that I suppose is more important than God’s request. Believe me, writing this blog today is difficult with the occasional tears running down my cheeks. I’ve also been hit hard with a mountain of guilt.

It really is difficult to express the multitude of feelings that are racing through me. Remorse, shame and sorrow rotate through my heart and mind, and I’m so terribly saddened by my shameful behavior.

I ask myself – “why am I not writing?” Am I afraid that I can’t write the book, or am I afraid that I can? Have I placed my faith in God or in myself?

I know I am perfectly capable of doing what I promised God I would do and write this book from my heart. Will I do it??? Will I write it from my heart? I made a promise. Yes I Will!!!

And so it is,

Written for you with Love,
Barbara

Beloved Children,

Your gift was never meant to be a difficulty. It was meant to be a blessing. My children use your gift to bless your world that seems to be in turmoil.

And I say to you, you were given an intellect and you were given the ability to create in your own way. You must always remember this. There is nothing greater that you will ever do for yourself and for Me than to allow the Holy Creative Self to emerge and express Its true nature, which is Love. This is your purpose. This is the journey. This is your liberation.

Wisdom’s Voice

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp
www.wisdomsvoice.com

Journal Entry

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Tue, 17 May 2011 02:24:00 +0000

Dear Reader,
All of us go through happy and difficult times. I’ve kept a journal for several years and it has been so helpful. I’ve recently been through a challenging time and decided to share it with you. If you do not journal, I encourage you to do so.

JOURNAL ENTRY
April 7, 2011

I’m still resisting writing in this journal. I know that, at some level, I do know why I hesitate and I need to access it now. I can feel the tears welling in eyes as I write. I feel the tightness in my chest holding me in shallow breathing. I feel as if my heart is breaking because I do not acknowledge the underlying sadness that I’m carrying every day. I know my resistance is the cause of my pain and suffering. I wish I could get to the bottom of this seemingly unending anguish.

Question: Is all of this true or am I writing this because it sounds good? Isn’t that just like me? I can find so many ways to sabotage myself and my true feelings. I’m tired, very tired of resisting. Still, right this minute I want to crawl into bed and sleep. It’s nearly 11 am and I’ve been up since eight. My chest is growing tighter as I write. I could cover this up with humor, which I’m good at doing. Covering up is easy. Admitting the truth is difficult and painful. I have no excuse for holding myself away from my gifts/talents. I certainly have no excuse for holding back from my Source.

I’m ready to scream – I don’t understand. Is there a God, I ask? Is there a source from which I come to be? I look around at all my stuff and still I feel nothing but sadness. The “stuff” diverts me and takes me away from my Source. If I focus on stuff, I can keep the painful heart feeling out of my mind. To keep it away I think of what I must do, what I can eat and drink, or who I can call.

As I divert from the Spirit I feel nothing but the same old feelings of sadness and despair creep in. I used to be able to shove them down, but they won’t stay down this time. I push them back and drink some tea. The tightness in my chest eases once again, and my mind believes I’m free from all of that nonsense.

Ah ha! Watch a movie, go outside, do the laundry or clean the kitchen. Yes I can do that. No more feeling now. The tears are gone. Breathing now eases. And yet, sadness prevails. I’ve turned my back on an opportunity to become closer to my Source. This is the dance that keeps me in pain and heartache. It’s time – time to change the pattern, time to stand up for my heart felt knowing that I am a Divine Alchemist, and this is part of the ever-changing and expanding soul who wants to participate in creating a new and glorious world.

Written For You With Love,
Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp

THE NEW BOOK

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Mon, 18 Apr 2011 19:26:00 +0000

For many years I’ve had the privilege of channeling information from the Higher Mind. If I am troubled or need to make an important decision, I often ask and allow the answers to come through inspirational writing. This month I realized that it is time to write my third book. The problem was, “In Faith I Come” was the title that was given to me years ago, but I had not a clue as to what it was to be about or even how to begin. Finally, I decided to ask…and I share the answer with you.

April 12, 2011

The book must be given to the world in a format that life flows through it. No one can possibly understand the importance of writing the books of the Lord, for the books must be given first by living and second by giving. This means that all who read this work will identify, through faith, how they must live and where they are protected. As children of the Lord, they must understand that the blessings given to them all come from the faith within them. There is nothing outside of their hearts that can please them or will generate happiness at the deepest level available to the human soul.

Now Barbara, you cannot truly write this book unless you can feel the depths of passion afforded you only through the Higher Mind. Your higher mind lives in your heart and you must open it fully and become an example of faith, love, joy and acceptance of your journey as it is. One must always be willing to obey the Heart of God.

Now you must outline the topics I give you and then begin to see the value of Faith rather than the choice to control your life and the lives of others. Faith is a deeply personal state of being. It is a relationship between you and your Creator. It is imperative that you examine your own relationship in terms of vision, truth, willingness, obedience, and choice. All of these things must be addressed as will love and hate – dark and light – willingness and refusal. In case you wonder about other topics, they will be given you when you need to know them.

My wish is that you live in your heart as you write. Know that your interpretation of good and bad, right and wrong, love and hate must reflect the deepest soul feeling and the difficulties of children who cannot walk in faith, trust their God, and give their love freely and openly to God’s children. To live in this Light requires deeper faith than most understand. In Faith I Come must be written with all of the deep love and compassion for yourself and others.

One day, my child, you will understand my words more clearly. For now accept the Love that I offer you and begin to shine as the Light that you are. In Faith I Come…Be It!

AMEN

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp

http://www.wisdomsvoice.com/

PLAYING SMALL

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 17:43:00 +0000

I recently asked myself these questions: “In what ways am I playing small?” I followed up with... “Where and what have I been withholding, and what as been the payoff?

Just by asking these questions I quickly learned that I have been withholding most of my abilities as a minister and a writer. I know that this is playing small because I am an intelligent and loving person. I ask myself, why then am I not taking responsibility for my actions instead of believing that the illness I’ve had for so many years can stop me?

I’m not sure what the payoff is as yet, but I am willing to explore this “holding back.” Is it my age – I don’t believe it. Age is a plus as a minister and a writer as well. Still, I have not found the courage to step into these shoes. Perhaps I have one foot in, but not both. This must change. I don’t know how many years I have left on this planet, and I want to make them count.

Written for you with Love,

Barbara

Beloved Children, All answers to your questions are within you, and you must bring them forth. Your actions are scattered as is your mind. Your fears are holding you back from all that you can give to yourself and to the world. It is imperative that you accept this and begin to change that which is holding you to a place that is not serving you well.

The grip of fear prevents you from shouldering the responsibility of the present. You have good intentions, sometimes great intentions, but your fear overtakes you and you hide in your shell. You are afraid to allow the true Self to shine.

My dear one, be not afraid. You are loved and you must give your gifts in all ways. Living one moment at a time and releasing fear will catapult you into freedom. You must stand tall and face the fear of exposing your deepest truths. And this will set you free.

And so it is…

Wisdom’s Voice

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp

www.wisdomsvoice.com

A Good Family Man

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 20:44:00 +0000

Recently I’ve been feeling the presence of my father. He was born on March 4, 1911. This year would have been his centennial birthday. He left this world at only 56, and as I look at my age at 71, I realize how young he was.

Dad was a simple man who loved his family…a man who was always there, but often in the background because of his quiet nature. I’m so thankful that he was my father, and I know a part of him still lives in me. The natural ebb and flow of life fills my heart, and I sit today in gratitude for this man of courage. I hope some of that courage has passed on to me.

Many years ago when I was very ill and unable to get around very well, dad came to me in a vision. I awoke one night and saw him standing by my bed. I watched him as he turned and removed his glasses and threw them into the air. His image then slowly faded.

Dad was a good family man…soft spoken and gentle. I can see that part of him lives on in me. He loved the simple things, and I do as well. Although this memory brings forth a melancholy, I can sit here with tears in my eyes and be ever so grateful for this moment.

His death came as a result of a cancer contracted by working with cancer causing materials. As I reflect on his life, I’m sorry he didn’t live longer. I would love to have known him better because I feel so blessed that he was my father.

Written for you with Love,
Barbara

All women are mothers, as all men are fathers. This means that each one has a mission to nurture and provide for the children of the world. I love you, my children, and I trust that you will do this. When you do not do this, I still love you, but my heart bleeds for the lost ones you fail to nurture.

Mother Mary
From “A Gift of Roses”
By Barbara Rasp

ROBERT ADAMS - USA

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Tue, 22 Feb 2011 01:24:00 +0000

Dear Friends,
I’ve been writing Mystical Reflections for two years. I just realized that I have not spent much time on Mysticism and Mystics. Since my Thesis was titled “MYSTICISM: Awakening the Inner Mystic.” I thought I would share some of my work. I will start with one of the Enlightened Mystics. Robert Adams (USA) 1928-1997

Compassion is a very powerful tool for Awakening.
Everyone is born with it. It is the natural way.
If you do not have compassion, it only means you have covered it up.
Robert Adams

Robert Adams is not a well-known mystic. His story begins when he was a child who, while in his crib, saw a white bearded man who spoke “gibberish” to him. At age seven the man disappeared and Robert developed a spiritual power. Whenever he wanted something he would repeat God’s name three times and what he wanted would come to him. At 14 he repeated God’s name three times and instead of getting the answers to a math test he had requested, he had a complete enlightenment experience. It transformed him and he lost all desire for worldly life. At 16 he left home and became a disciple of Paramahansa Yogananda, who sent him to India to find his Guru Ramana Maharshi. It was here his eyes were opened to the meaning of his experience. Robert described his transformation in the introduction of his book Silence of the Heart.

“This body was sitting in a classroom taking a math test. And all of a sudden I felt myself expanding. I never left my body, which proves that the body never existed to begin with. I felt the body expanding, and a brilliant light came out of my heart. I happened to see this light in all directions. I had peripheral vision and this light was really my Self. It was not my body or the light. There were not two. There was this light that became brighter and brighter and brighter, the light of a thousand suns. I thought I would be burnt to a crisp, but alas, I wasn’t…

“After awhile, the light began to fade away, and there was no darkness. There was just a place between light and darkness, the place beyond the light. You can call it a void, but it wasn’t just a void. It was this pure awareness I always talk about. I was aware that I AM THAT I AM. I was aware of the whole universe at the same time. There was no time, there was no space, there was just the I AM.”

Robert goes on to describe everything returning to normal “so to speak.” He was able to feel and understand that that there is no separation.

Following his Guru’s death he openly shared his truth to seekers, but did not want to be a Guru. He developed a following however and spent his last years in Sedona Arizona. His philosophy was “You are neither the body nor the doer. All is consciousness. All is well.”

The wisdom below is from Robert Adam’s discourses in The Silence of the Heart.

“Happiness is your True Nature. It is the substratum of your existence. But it is up to you to become aware of this. The Universe lies waiting in sweet repose for you to awaken to who you really are. Within you are Unimaginable Beauty, Compassion, and Bliss. As your life becomes a reflection of these qualities, the Happiness that is your True Nature will bubble up.

“You will live in Brotherhood with all of life, as you awaken to who you really are. In the meantime, as you are unfolding, spread happiness to all you meet. Ask how you can be of service to others. This is the meaning of joy. Ponder deeply the Truth. Look deeply within yourself. Become an embodiment of The Three Virtues Love, Compassion, and Humility. This will accelerate your progress. In this way, your life will be guided by The Current That Knows the Way. And something magnificent will begin to awaken within you.”

His teachings live on at the Infinity Institute in Sedona, Arizona.

Sent to you with Love,
Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp

CHANGING THE DIAL

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 21:40:00 +0000

She always thought she was different. Safe in her little room, she was surrounded by her toys, her books and her window to a world that often felt dark and lonely. The images in the little box on her dresser were either animated characters or silly stories that were often dark and depressing. She preferred the animation because she could laugh at the characters. They seemed to have so much fun. That’s what she longed for – fun, but her little room kept her safe. So, she lived as if the world only existed in one dimension - animated characters in a window to a world of safety.

One day, when she changed the dial, a young girl appeared on the screen. The program featured a child actress and some friends who lived in a place that was safe and secure. They seemed to enjoy laughing and playing together. The little girl wondered if there was something more for her. She played and replayed that program in her mind. Those in her present world said it was too dangerous to explore beyond her “safe place.” They said that to step into a scary and Technicolor world where uncertainty and fear was rampant would be a mistake that she would regret forever. Once she opened herself to it, she could never return to the safety of black and white.

With this revelation, she retreated into her closet, closed the door and cried. She crawled deeper and deeper into the closet, but as she leaned against the back wall, she saw a glimmer of light through a crack in the wood. What is this, she thought? She had never crawled that far into the darkness. What is that Light? Is it my imagination or is it real? Do I dare to look, or not? She hesitated, and then she saw it – a doorknob. She touched it and hesitated again. Fear – or was it? Just open it a crack. As she peeked around the opening, she saw a world of such light and beauty that it took her breath away.

Come out!!! Come out, a voice shouted. No, No! It’s too scary. I can’t.” She quickly closed the door. “How can I live now”, she said aloud. “Now I’ve seen that light – one that I’ve never seen before. No! No! It’s dangerous out there. How could something that beautiful be dangerous…?”

Isn’t this the dance? It has been for me. We get so close to seeing and embracing what truly is available to us. Then we go running scared and close the door. In my case, every time I run from the Light and from my life purpose, I suffer in some way. This experience is different for everyone that ventures into the unknown of Spirit.

As I look back, I wouldn’t trade one of these experiences for anything. Painful or not they have motivated me to live in a way that I never would have done. My mind still tries to pull me back into what it believes is safety. Sometimes I find myself listening to it, but more and more I recognize its foolishness and remember that the Light is there. All I must do to see it is to change the dial.

And so it is…

Written for you with Love,

Barbara

In life there are trials that help you to grow and there are trials that hold you back. You must be aware of the difference so that you may learn how to live peacefully.

Trials of growth are patterns of evolution. They awaken you to the truth of yourself and the Love that you are. You must bless them and allow them to gracefully evolve.

Trials that hold you back are patterns of the mind. They emerge from the dark thoughts and create much discomfort and pain. They are also teachers, but they do not promote evolution unless you recognize them for what they are. These are the dark places within that you must visit to stir the pot of despair and lift them to the Light. This promotes great growth and allows transformation to Self-discovery.

Embrace all life experiences as vehicles of growth. Though painful sometimes, if you allow them to come into the Light they will transform into your greatest teachers. Be mindful of your trials. Face them with faith, for I am always with you. Bless them and you will live in peace.

Wisdom’s Voice

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp
www.wisdomsvoice.com

CHICKEN OR EAGLE

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 21:30:00 +0000

I love to read, and I’ve been fortunate to read many writings of the Enlightened Mystics.
I once read a book written by Anthony de Mello, a Jesuit Priest who was well respected for his insight into human behavior.

In the forward of his book entitled “Awareness,” he tells the story of an eagle who grew up with barnyard chickens. The eagle behaved like a chicken throughout his life. One day he looked up at the sky and saw an eagle gliding gracefully in the wind. When the old eagle asked who that was, he was told it was the kind of bird who belonged to the sky, but chickens belong to the earth. De Mello ended the story by explaining that the old eagle lived and died a chicken because that was what he thought he was.

That little story prompted me to reflect on myself and my life. Am I an eagle behaving like a chicken? Do I live my life asleep or awake? Do I use my time here to make a difference to my world or do I hide in the mundane tasks that I must perform each day? Do I then complain about having to do them? Do I feel good about my life, or am I bored and discouraged.

Fortunately, the choice is mine. I can’t always choose not to perform mundane tasks, but I can change the way I see them. An enlightened mystic does what needs to be done. He or She sees no difference. Everything to them is sacred.

Again, I ask myself. What are you going to be, Barbara??? Well, I don’t want to leave this world as a chicken, so I’m going to soar like the eagle that I am meant to be.

And so it is,

Written for you with Love,

Barbara

My Dear Children,

The winds of change blow to and fro.
From where they come, you do not know.
And where they go, is a mystery,
To you my child, for you do not see.

The winds of time, they quickly fly.
The stories mount, the years roll by.
You cling to the old and fight the change.
You fear the challenge to re-arrange.

The storms will cease, and the clouds will part,
When you are ready to open your heart.
The light within that is shrouded by night,
Will once again shine thru the door to true sight.

Not ready to fly yet, and alter your course?
The Universe calls for your love to flow forth.
Lift your eyes to the heavens and changes will come,
In the winds of all goodness, as you shine in the One.

AMEN

Wisdom’s Voice

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp
http://www.wisdomsvoice.com/

THE BEST I CAN BE

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 19:39:00 +0000

Am I being the best I can be? That question popped into my mind out of the blue. What a question, I thought, and what does it really mean? Perhaps I need to ask myself if I truly understand what I contribute to the world. Do I tend to settle with just OK …or do I strive to be the best that I can be?

Am I kind and considerate to my friends and my family, or am I always thinking of myself, my problems and the endless tasks I feel that I must perform? Do I compassion those who have no money, no homes or no transportation? Do I give thanks daily for what I have? Am I grateful for my health and my friends?

Do I still have a dream for myself and my life? Do I take action when I have a dream or do I hesitate? Am I willing to spend time on things that may help me achieve a goal? Do I look at the world problems on the news programs, and most of all, do I accept that there is something I can contribute. Perhaps a prayer, a donation or a kind word to someone who is in pain will help.

And so…I ask once again…am I being the best that I can be? Now ask yourself my friends…are you on that path. Just think, if everyone is striving to be that best that they can be, we would see a different world, a kinder world, and a more loving world.

Perhaps you will join me in a New Year’s Resolution to be the best that you can be. Remember, it must start somewhere with someone. Why not us?

Have a Happy and Prosperous New Year!

Barbara

Beloved Children,

Fashions of the past diminish when you see your world as it is today. It is ever changing and you must change as well. Abundant miracles flow around you. Heaven opens its doors. Life emits its eternal blessing. All the while your world is evolving, and it is up to you to free the passion that comes through the joy of expansion and transformation.

No place is more beautiful than now, this moment, this instant. Listen to the music in your soul. No more hiding. No more saying no. From the deepest part of your heart, reach out to those in need. Deliver greetings to the wise and the infirm. Give thanks for your blessings. Living fully and freely in the presence of God, give your all to Love.

Wisdom’s Voice

A CHALLENGE

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Tue, 14 Dec 2010 19:01:00 +0000

There is a part of me that loves to make up stories which are not always positive and uplifting. I suppose I've done that throughout my life, but sometimes these made up words and pictures do not serve me well. In fact, they often slow me down or even stop me from being who I am.

I suppose it is part of the human lesson. It can truly be a challenge that is sometimes difficult and also rewarding. Every time I face a challenge, my greatest learning tool is my heart felt feeling as to overcoming the blocks that arise to stop me.

This, however, can only be true if I am open to my strengths and weakness as a human being living the role of a lifetime. I've learned, sometimes the hard way is not to resist the challenges but to be open to them, welcome them and even sometimes enjoy them.

Presently I am challenged with a new issue. As I watch my behavior, my thoughts and my actions, I can see how often I unknowingly commit self sabotage. I realize that this is a part of me that is truly strong.

Perhaps my challenge is to use that strength to aid transformation. I can sit and dream about the challenge or I can choose to face the self head on and allow the Love and Compassion of my Higher Self to reign. Oh how lovely it would be if I was able to live from that God place more often. This sounds like a goal...And so it is...

Written for you with Love,

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp

Beloved Children,

Throughout your life journey there is always an opportunity to be free and to reveal your greatness, yet you place restrictions on yourself that hold you in bondage.

Never doubt that you can climb the highest mountain, for that mountain is in your mind. It stands as a block to happiness, and the ascent becomes the challenge. Be aware that you must climb one step at a time, one breath at a time and one moment at a time until your mind is free of fear and guilt. Be humble and steadfast in your pursuit of truth, for only in this state of mind will your greatness be revealed.

Wisdom’s Voice

ONLY LOVE

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 22:19:00 +0000

How sad I feel today and how happy I am as well. My sadness comes from forgetting Who and What I am. The happiness stems from the remembrance that I am a child of the living God. Yes, I wander off the path sometimes but, when I do, I’m welcomed back with such Love and Compassion. There is no punishment except that which I put on myself.

My source is Love…only Love. With that remembrance I begin once more to appreciate my heritage and bask in the Love of the Most High. Wandering into the valley of despair and into the shadow of my mind reminds me that there is truly a choice, and it is my choice.

Today I realize what happens if I don’t listen to my inner promptings. I succumb to fear and create heartache and pain. The pain is my reminder, which calls me to remember my Source. It shows me the darkest places so that I can recognize when I am following my heart or living in my mind.

We do need our minds in this incarnation, but I know that I allow my ego mind to take over more often than is good for my continuing spiritual emergence. I accept this place in myself, and I know that I will follow my heart once I recognize the pain that grows to heightened levels. I would so love to say that this is going to stop, but guess what. After studying the Great Mystics, I found that their pain was common. Still those Spiritual Warriors found their way to Enlightenment through both physical and emotional pain.

You may wonder why this has been a recurring theme in Mystical Reflections. It’s simply because it is an ongoing theme in one’s spiritual Awakening. We often tell ourselves stories that direct us away from our spiritual emergence. Becoming aware of this back and forth process helps us to stand in awe of our Source…which is… Only Love

And so it is…

Written for you with Love,

Rev. Dr. Barbara Rasp

Your life exists as a tiny spot of light, a spark in the consciousness of eternity. How bright the light becomes depends upon your actions. How steady and still your heart grows to be, determines you place in the flow of creation. For the heart of Love is your safe haven, and once you find it you will see that it is all there is. No further words are needed.

Wisdom’s Voice

http://www.wisdomsvoice.com/

IN FAITH I COME

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 17:04:00 +0000

Many years ago I received the above title for my third book. At the time, I had no idea what it was to be about. When I sat to begin a meditation and allow something to come to me, I was directed to find a definition of faith. The one that I found to be the best for me was, “Complete acceptance of a Truth which cannot be demonstrated or proved by logical thought.”

I asked myself: Is that how I live? Do I really accept what is, or do I try to control results, circumstances or any aspect of life? Of course I do. I can’t deny it. I often make plans and sometimes I unhappily watch them fall apart.

With all of the messages I have received and the many visions I’ve had over the years I think that I should be one of the most faithful people I know. Sometimes I may appear as if I walk in faith, but how much of that is true? I don’t know.

Recently I was diagnosed with a physical condition that has altered the course of my current plans including a vacation. At first I was upset, but later realized how fortunate I was to find the problem and to treat it. I wondered if delaying the trip would be much better in the bigger picture that I can’t yet see.

My intention is to go with the flow and accept what is. Tomorrow will come, and I will be open to its revelations. It is in faith I come to acceptance of all that is transpiring.

And so it is…

Written for you with Love,

Barbara

The path to God is not the worldly path, but you are in the world. This path then can be followed by focusing on the Higher Teachings of Trust, Faith and Love in all things worldly. It is a demonstration of faith, and in this Faith you come to God.

Wisdom’s Voice

THE "QUOTE"

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 19:04:00 +0000

“You don’t have to be miserable before you feel you deserve to be truly happy.”
Sarah Ban Breathnach

When I first read this quote, I passed over it quickly. It, however, kept tugging at my heart until I turned back the pages and allowed the emotions to arise in me. I suppose I really didn’t want to read it again because there is a part of me that does not believe that I could be truly happy.

Yes, there was a time that I didn’t like myself very much. Although I appeared to the world as otherwise, I had a much deeper feeling about myself and my life. I felt strongly that I had not accomplished enough.

Is that really the truth? Of course not. It is the seed of depression rising up and telling me how much my life didn’t matter. Perhaps you’ve had that experience too.

I do believe I’ve chosen this path to learn more about the meaning of life. To write what I feel and to be as truthful as possible is important, because it allows me to see and to learn so much more about what controls my thoughts and actions. It gives me a clue how my thoughts can control me. They can either lift me up or pull me down.

I also know that it’s important for all of us to watch our thoughts. I encourage you to do so. Like me, you may be surprised and become motivated to know more about you…a loving child of a Great Creator.

Written for you with Love,

Barbara

Living in Me my child, you are a great creator. Your rivers of light are interlaced with another and another until the web of light shines brightly. Voices of angels sing to you each day as your love, strength, and hope and forgiveness flow. One prayer touches many lives. Many are blessed. Vested in truth, the light of your heart connects with others creating Rivers of Light, eternally dancing and flowing while lifting the world’s vibration to create peace in the hearts of all.

As God created light so shall you. As you remember your place in the flow of life and your purpose of light, your journey becomes a mission to bring light to the world. As a great creator you become My shining star, forever in the eternal light and living in the vibration of peace.

Wisdom’s Voice

An Exquisite Experience

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 18:14:00 +0000

One day while watching television, I heard a man describe his two-year battle with cancer. I also heard a woman say that she had been battling depression for years. Although it seemed as if they had beaten the odds, there was something about them that I sensed was still immersed in the battle. It occurred to me that battling anything for me feels so harsh. My constitution just doesn’t like the feeling that arises, and I don’t want to do battle with anything.

Although I understand the desperation that comes from an unexpected or long term illness such as my own, once I began passing through the anger and all of the other emotions that occur with loss of control, I learned that I have a choice.

Sometimes one finds a distorted sense of happiness living in misery. The misery then takes over and it becomes one’s life. But that sense of happiness is not what I seek. I want to be happy from the inside out and from the outside in. I want to nurture me in this life as I would a newborn baby. From that place new life can emerge, and in that emergence another level of healing flows. As I allow that exquisite experience, I reveal my true Self.

Written for you with Love,

Rev Dr. Barbara Rasp

Trials that hold you back are patterns of the mind. They emerge from the dark thoughts and create much discomfort and pain. They are also teachers, but they do not promote evolution unless you recognize them for what they are. These are the dark places within that you must visit to stir the pot of despair and lift them to the Light. This promotes great growth and allows transformation to Self-discovery.

Embrace all life experiences as vehicles of growth. Though painful sometimes, if you allow them to come into the Light they will transform into your greatest teachers. Be mindful of your trials. Face them with faith, for I am always with you. Bless them and you will live in peace.

Wisdom’s Voice

BECOMING PEACE

noreply@blogger.com (Barbara Rasp) — Sat, 30 Oct 2010 17:31:00 +0000

Trying to be peaceful just makes me more anxious. It seems that no matter how hard I try, it just doesn’t happen. Oh yes, for a minute perhaps I’ve conquered it, but not yet. Then I think that meditation will settle me down. So, I sit with a myriad of thoughts pounding in my head. Desperation overtakes this mediation, and I can’t stay seated. I just have to move.

If this has been your experience, take heart. You can meditate, as can I. However, I learned that something has to change, and it’s not the time of day or the right music to calm ruffled feathers. No – I must be willing to stop bouncing from one task to another, AKA multitasking. I must learn to become peace.

Release some steam from your pressure cooker head, I said to myself. Let it float into the air and dissipate. Be present to what is…this moment.

Now I sit calmly and peacefully. I allow what comes to be a passer-by. Another of life’s challenges accepted, at least for this NOW.

Written for you with Love,

Barbara

Meditation is stopping, calming and looking deeply.

---Thich Nhat Hanh