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Wake Up Humanity

Wake up humanity.

The “world” has you.

We are not spiritual beings having a human experience.

We are spiritual beings having an inhumane experience.

We live on beautiful Gaia; but ignorance to beauty has created a world of strife and division.

May sorrow birth her last child.

The world will not change until we change the double-mindedness within ourselves.

This is not a good or evil world.

It is an organic whole with infinite shades of every brilliant color.

The only way to save this world is for each of us to see it as our own responsibility.

We must be the servant leaders we want to see in this world.

Jesus said to love your enemies.

My experiences have taught me that an enemy is someone I have judged with contempt; prior to investigation.

I have never met a person that I didn’t love; once I got to know them.

And I have heard the confessions of celebrities, people of high social stature, the mentally ill, and murderers.

It is a folly to judge this world with our external senses.

We are invited to see this world and ourselves from a new perspective; a universal perspective of grace, beauty, and artistry.

This is the invitation from both Gaia and all of the invisible graces that nurture her.

Only the meek will inherit Gaia.

Imagine ALL of us: living a life of peace, together.

Be of good cheer, my friends, the “world” has already been overcome.

We who have ears to hear, let us hear!

Live one moment at a time and make it something beautiful!

PTD ✝️🙏🕉

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Now is the time for a wholistic movement of coming together as One: to fight for the world soul of Grace,Truth, and Love.

I am an overcoming champion of tremendously adverse experiences.

I was led through the valley of the shadow of death by Jesus; only to discover that fear and darkness are phantoms.

How else could a 25 year old psych patient who was killing herself with alcohol, bulimia, and self-betrayal become me?

I serve a Lord who has taught me that the glory of the mountaintop is to receive light for the community within the valley; where games of thrones are nonexistent.

It is our responsibility and privilege to commune in the villages to teach what we have learned; around the campfire with open hearts of empathy and devotion.

Only kindness and compassion matter: and if we do not stand for Truth in this time, those who cannot discern truth from falsity remain caged in their delusions of insignificance.

We do not live in a black or white world, but many live in a colorless reality.

There is really only One of us here. Those that know the secrets of the hidden manna have the responsibility and the privilege of demonstrating it.

Be the light you want to see in the world.

Namaste
PTD
✝️🙏🕉

This whole deal with covid and the protests has reminded me of many things.

It has brought recollections of the “servants” who raised me.

I was a rich, white, preppy in the 70’s who was raised by my black housekeeper.

My childhood trauma issues kept me from developing full-blown affluenza, but I clearly remember that the woman who seemed to care for me the most was her. Her name was Christine.

She was the one who combed my hair, gave me rides, and even chased me around the pool when she caught me with weed.

She was the one who told me I was something in a world where I believed that I was nothing.

In the movie, The Help, I relate most to the little girl who was constantly criticized by her mother.

I know today as a mother myself that Christine was serving in the role as mother; and she did it well.

I have learned that the world in which I live is a reflection of what I am.

If I am arrogant and prideful, I see others as beneath me or inferior.

I betray myself with that attitude.

However, when I look deeply at others, I see them as the teachers that they are.

It is the homeless and the addicts, the criminals and the mentally “ill” who have taught me who and what I am.

The mean-spirited have taught me who and what I am not.

Jesus did not exalt himself with flowing robes and motorcades.

He washed his disciples’ feet to show the meaning of servant leadership and humility.

So, let us remember when we are tempted to look down at others, that things are not what they seem; and your “servant” may be your Master.

Om Shanti Shanti
PTD ✝️🙏🕉

This election is not about the left or the right. It is about a wholistic movement of coming together as One: to fight for the soul of America.

I am an overcoming champion of tremendously adverse experiences because I live in a Democracy!

How else could a 25 year old psych patient who was killing herself with alcohol, bulimia, and self-betrayal become me?

I serve a God who has taught me that we don’t pitch tents on the tops of mountains.

We come back down to the community and the family to teach what we have learned; around the campfire.

Only kindness and compassion matter: and if we do not stand for Truth in this time, we could lose our freedom.

Then a person with a big mouth like me would be silenced.

We don’t have to choose an apocalyptic and fiery end.

Do not let your zeal burn down the house with everyone in it!

We don’t live in a black or white world, but many do not perceive the light.

Be the light you want to see in the world.

Namaste
PTD
✝️🙏🕉

Stand for Love

I believe that supporting the Biden/Harris campaign is the most important thing any of us will ever do; if we care about our planet and our children to come.

To stand with Biden & Harris is to stand together as The People.

A vote for hate is a betrayal of Love.

Miracles are real; and a miracle is a shift in perception that assures you there is still beauty within this world.

I am humbled by the witness of your heart for all creation, oh Lord; a love so deep and all-encompassing.

You have shown me your heart’s longing: that each may know that we are loved as if we were the sole desire of love herself.

Without your love, we are caged within ourselves by the “truths” we think we already know.

We must understand that the acquisition of truth requires the letting go of idols we have miscreated with fear.

Fear is a phantom whose trickery distracts us with regrets of past failings and frozen doubt of future greatness.

Only love is real; and in her hands, a dark and bleak perspective can transform to instant beauty.

Never forget there is still beauty in this world; but we must seek it to perceive it.

Take the time to pause and know that grace, truth, and love remain eternally unchanged.

Live one moment at a time; and make it something beautiful!

A note from Love to you. 💕

PTD ✝️🙏🕉

If the extra $600 a week caused people on unemployment to make more than they make working, what does that say about the wages we are paying our workers? If we want a booming economy, we need to pay the workforce a living wage where they actually have some expendable income. My daughter is a server downtown. If she is forced to work full-time serving people who should be at home in the first place, she is risking her life. It’s time for ALL to pick up a broom, clean your own house, and show some respect for the people we pay to do things we don’t want to do for ourselves.

I am sick and tired of this ALL LIVES MATTER crap. Of course all lives matter, but if we have the urge to chime back about ALL lives mattering, we don’t believe it.

Why can’t we just collectively own the fact that this country was founded on systemic racism?

I work in the criminal justice system. Don’t even try to tell me that systemic racism is a lie. I see it every day. And I see the heartbreak of disenfranchised people every day.

Yes, some people milk the system, but that is not true for most. I know single black mom’s who are being evicted while trying to earn a living working in a nursing home!!!

If you don’t have first-hand relationships with the people you call “they,” please be silent. If you can’t be a part of the solution, at least stop being a part of the problem.

Now is the time for unity! ✝️🙏🕉

Tragedy is a Time for Gratitude

Around 4:30 am on Monday, August 3rd, 2015, my daughter Hope DeHart was shot in the right temporal lobe with a 357 Magnum hollow point bullet.

Her assailants believed her to be dead, so they cleaned the room, carried her to the hotel parking lot, put her in the trunk of an old Cadillac, and dumped her on a dead-end road next to the Ouick Trip in Keller Texas.

💕#1: I am grateful that they left her where she would be found; instead of burning her body in the woods. This happens more than you want to know.

Within 90 minutes of being dumped, Hope was discovered by a truck driver who was running late. He noticed something glowing at the end of the road. To this day, he will not take credit for what happened. He gives all glory to God; as do I.

💕#2: I am grateful for Joey the truck driver, who took the time to investigate even though he was already running late!

Next, Joey’s partner ran to QT to seek help while Joey called 911 to report a dead body. Two EMTs happened to be pulling out of QT when confronted by Joey’s partner. When they realized she was still alive, they summoned a $45,000 helicopter ride to the JPS trauma center.

💕#3: I am grateful there were EMT’s in the parking lot next door at the precise time they were needed. I am grateful that she was dumped in an area where a helicopter could land.

My daughter arrived at JPS as a Jane Dow. She had emergency brain surgery and was placed in ICU with little chance of survival without our knowledge.

💕#4: I am grateful for Charlie the ICU nurse who assured a dying girl that she had family who loved her and would find her.

Back at the crime scene, detectives were able to track down the shooters and make an arrest for us to be notified by Tuesday the 4th.

💕#5: I am grateful the the Northside department of the Fort Woth police for looking out for Hope when she lived on the streets; and to the homocide detectives who solved the case.

I have met the nurses who told me that the entire emergency department was called in for my daughter. They told me that they were responsible for holding her head together while the detectives rolled her fingerprints in preparation for capital murder charges.

💕#6: I am grateful for the emergency and ICU staff of JPS and for their program that allows us to pay $30 a month for seizure meds that would otherwise cost $3000.

The first couple of days were touch and go. I became overwhelmed on Wednesday night when they did a CT Scan on my daughter’s limp and lifeless body. My husband came to get me at 4:00 on Thursday morning.

The next day, I awoke to the articles about the arrest of my daughter’s shooters. I was overwhelmed with anger and resentment towards them. I threw myself on my sanctuary floor and begged God for the life of my daughter.

In response to my prayer, the Spirit told me that I need only believe and forgive; and she would be saved. I was outraged by the idea of forgiving the people who had blown my daughter’s head off.

Then suddenly, the Spirit showed me that if the shooters were my patients and the victim was not my daughter, I would be weeping for THEM being involved in such a tragic and horrific thing.

💕#7: I am grateful to a God who gives and takes away my perceptions in traumatic times.

I returned to the hospital that Thursday morning in total confidence that Hope was going to be okay. Instead, I was met by a nurse named Paige I had never seen before.

She told us that they had done all they can do; that her body was shutting down and she wouldn’t make it through another day. She stated that all that was left to do was to pray for a miracle; and pray we did.

But we also discussed Hope’s funeral arrangements after watching them do anything to get a response from her: scrape her foot, poke her in the eye, hit her knee. Her reflexes were completely gone.

I remember cleaning blood from beneath her nails: to give her a manicure so she would look pretty.

We had a prayer vigil at JPS where we prayed for the shooters and God’s highest will in Hope’s life.

And the rest is history.

Not only did Hope survive, but she was walking, talking, and home in her own bed by August 30, 2015.

💕#7: I am grateful that when the physician says there is no hope, the Metaphysician says RISE!!!

And for ETERNITY, Lord, I am grateful for every moment of my daughter’s life since that dreadful day in 2015.

Rejoice and give thanks! Live one moment at a time; and make it something beautiful. 💕

✝️🙏🕉

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