When I was a child, my mother taught me how to pray. One of the prayers was"God Bless Mummy,God Bless Daddy..........all through the whole family-it finished with God Bless Michel and make him a good boy"
I still say that prayer (with slight amendments to names etc-and with others included with whom I have formed a meaningfull relationship). Since I have started praying whilst walking through totally unspoilt parkland (full of lovely trees), I have developed a habit of mentally 'picturing' those I ask God to bless; a lot of them are dead, of course.
As time has passed, I have got into the habit of giving the individuals a greeting and 'a hug', as I ask God to bless each one. After a long while of doing this, I have found that I can also have a 'conversation' with the loved one-the ones who have died, that is. I can ask them for guidance, forgiveness for sins I comitted against them when they were alive.
O.K; am I talking to a)myself, and responding the way I would imagine the person I am talking to ? b) am I talking to part of my own higher consciousness c) am I having a conversation with the loved one? d) am I a complete nutter-scratch that one, I don't think I am.
I think by now that Forum members who are getting to know me are aware that I am hard on myself; somehow I can find it in me to forgive anyone for a perceived 'trespass' against me. As for me, there is no excuse, and I cannot forgive myself even though I can see how I could have been drawn into comitting the 'trespass' without intentionally setting out to do so. For me that still doesnt excuse the act; it is the reason for the act.
The strange thing to come out of this is that the loved ones often 'reply ' something that I would never have imagined - to me, that scratches out a). d) I discount because I have been told I am not mad (Doctors , psychiatrists, psychologists..I have been through them all, and I know that some are worse off for the experience!)(Joke)
What do members of the forum who are reading this think? I am becomming more and more convinced that I am talking to my loved ones, however much my logical mind fights against the idea. Please be honest.
I still say that prayer (with slight amendments to names etc-and with others included with whom I have formed a meaningfull relationship). Since I have started praying whilst walking through totally unspoilt parkland (full of lovely trees), I have developed a habit of mentally 'picturing' those I ask God to bless; a lot of them are dead, of course.
As time has passed, I have got into the habit of giving the individuals a greeting and 'a hug', as I ask God to bless each one. After a long while of doing this, I have found that I can also have a 'conversation' with the loved one-the ones who have died, that is. I can ask them for guidance, forgiveness for sins I comitted against them when they were alive.
O.K; am I talking to a)myself, and responding the way I would imagine the person I am talking to ? b) am I talking to part of my own higher consciousness c) am I having a conversation with the loved one? d) am I a complete nutter-scratch that one, I don't think I am.
I think by now that Forum members who are getting to know me are aware that I am hard on myself; somehow I can find it in me to forgive anyone for a perceived 'trespass' against me. As for me, there is no excuse, and I cannot forgive myself even though I can see how I could have been drawn into comitting the 'trespass' without intentionally setting out to do so. For me that still doesnt excuse the act; it is the reason for the act.
The strange thing to come out of this is that the loved ones often 'reply ' something that I would never have imagined - to me, that scratches out a). d) I discount because I have been told I am not mad (Doctors , psychiatrists, psychologists..I have been through them all, and I know that some are worse off for the experience!)(Joke)
What do members of the forum who are reading this think? I am becomming more and more convinced that I am talking to my loved ones, however much my logical mind fights against the idea. Please be honest.
