Book Publication

As many of you may surmise from some of my articles, I’ve held a long-time interest in our spiritual nature. Our true Self emanates from a much deeper dimension than the body-mind (person), which the majority of individuals still believe themselves to be.

Last year, on the 24th of June, a manuscript entitled This Taste of Flesh and Bones began to write itself–through me. Within a month, I had the rough draft, and I spent the following two months editing it. Today marks the publication of the book; thanks to Lisa Hagan Literary.

Do you have a dream? A longing in your heart that wants to be fulfilled? If so, all I can offer is to believe in yourself and go for it. The way toward its achievement will be revealed as you take your first steps. If not now, when?

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2020–R. Arthur Russell

P.S. If you’d like to view my latest book (This Taste of Flesh and Bones–released September 8, 2020) please press here. Thanks for reading!

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Dr. Phuphuey’s Reverie

Dr. Phuphuey's Reverie

Note: The names of the persons directly involved in the following account have been changed to protect their right to privacy, as guaranteed (okay, maybe not “guaranteed,” but “implied”) under the Medical Privacy Act of 1923, as first instituted quid pro quo somewhere in Liechtenstein; amended in 1927, somewhere in the Nether Parts; and later modified (see attached pamplet explaining “said” modifications) somewhere over the rainbow.

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“Ahhh, finished for the day,” thought Nurse Whatsthebigfuss as she watched the last patient leave. It had been a hectic day at the office; made all the more challenging by the recent protocols. She had a question to ask Dr. Phuphuey; but as she neared his office, she heard the familiar sound of his snoring. It built like a locomotive straining hard to climb a peak, and then–summit reached–clattered down the rails, coasted to a stop, and then began it’s accent again. Poor man; he worked so hard. She peeked into his office and saw that he was slumped back in his chair, long legs extended straight, with a Darkness is Sexy sleep mask covering his eyes. In his arms, he was loosely clutching his Teddy Bear, Snafu. She blew him a kiss, turned off the lights, and gently closed the door.

Unbeknownst to Nurse Whatsthebigfuss, Dr. Phuphuey’s eyelids soon began to flutter, indicating rapid eye movement. He was dreaming–not the waking dream that the majority of persons erroneously mistake for Reality; but dreamstate dreams. Behind his eyelids, Dr. Phuphuey was positively thrilled. He’d been granted a question and answer period with God, the Highest of the High.

“You’re looking good,” said God, in a voiceless voice that was both comforting and familiar.

“Thanks,” said Dr. Phuphuey, with a nonchalant toss of his hand in the air. “I do try. Mind if I smoke?”

“I’m neither for nor against,” said God. “Now, let’s get on with the questions. I have a golf game coming up. Aiming for a Whole in One. Get it? Hehe.”

“Can’t say that I dooo, said Dr. Phuphuey, “but…no matter.” He tapped a cigarette out of the package, lit it, then drew deeply. “Ahh,” he said, “now…I’ve been wondering why you’ve struck us with this virus thing. It’s got a lot of people quite bothered. Lives are in shambles.”

“I didn’t,” said God.

“But it’s here,” said Dr. Phuphuey, “and I dare say that’s it’s causing a lot of trouble.”

“Not my doing,” said God. ”

“So it just happened? By chance?”

“Of course, not,” said God. “There is no chance. Haven’t you noticed that there’s a certain regularity to the Universe? An ebb and a flow? The whole play of life is governed by spiritual laws.”

Dr. Phuphuey tapped some ash into his cupped hand. “You mean like the seasons–stuff like that? Fall following summer; spring following winter? A corn seed turns into a corn plant.”

“Yes, that stuff,” said God. “I set your original dream environment in motion, and then you–good human beings that you are (being made from Me)–get to live your apparently personal dream within my dream. Simple, really; only the bulk of you don’t realize that through your thoughts imbued with feelings, you either bless or curse yourselves. If you think positively, I weave you a wonderful life through the power of Maya, meaning illusion. If you focus upon fear, however, you collectively create a living hell. The media and whatever other supposed big shots have got you wound up like a top. The situation won’t stop spinning until you remove your focus from it.”

“I knew that!” exclaimed Dr. Phuphuey.

“Are you certain of that?” said God. There was a subtle tone of doubt from the Omniscient Voice.

“Well,” said Dr. Phuphuey, “let’s just say that I was this (pinching thumb to index finger) close.”

“It’s okay,” said God. “Liars don’t go to hell. There is no hell, except on Earth when the human race attempts to run the show through your collective egoes. That’s the true devil, you know. There is no opposite to Me, as many proclaim; for I Am Life itself–the Alpha and the Omega. Your lives would improve dramatically if you learned how to truly live in the trancendent beauty of the moment; instead of the torture of your minds.”

“Would you mind writing that down?” asked Dr. Phuphuey. “I’d like to remember that–perhaps share it with some of my colleagues and patients.”

“Consider it done,” said God. “When you awaken, it’ll be in your email folder under ‘The Way Life Works.’ Anything else you’d like to ask?”

Dr. Phuphuey ground his cigarette out with his heel. “Well, I wondering when this current situation is going to get better.”

“It can happen very soon,” replied God, “but there’s one thing that has to occur before the situation will improve.”

“What?” said Dr. Phuphuey. “I’d like to help.”

“Humankind–collectively–has got to stop relying on human knowledge (with its solution of masks and sanitizer) and turn toward Me, the One who heals your cuts and beats your hearts. None of you do that–nor can you. I do.”

An abrupt snort escaped Dr. Phuphuey’s mouth, and he wakened to find himself lying back in his chair in his darkened office. His Teddy, Snafu, was lying across his abdomen. “Well, Snaffy,” he said, “time to get some grub?” With a little help from Dr. Phuphuey, Snafu turned to face him and gave him a high five. Before leaving, however, an intuitive feeling caused Dr. Phuphuey to turn on his computer. In his email, he found a message with a subject heading entitled “The Way Life Works.” The return address was marked “Everywhere.”

***

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2020–R. Arthur Russell

An Uncomfortable Diagnosis

An Uncomfortable DiagnosisNote: The names of the persons directly involved in the following account have been changed to protect their right to privacy, as guaranteed (okay, maybe not “guaranteed,” but “implied”) under the Medical Privacy Act of 1923, as first instituted quid pro quo somewhere in Liechtenstein; amended in 1927, somewhere in the Nether Parts; and later modified (see attached pamplet explaining “said” modifications) somewhere over the rainbow.

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“Doctor Phuphuey will see you now, Mr. ImScared,”  said the nurse. She was carrying a manilla chart. “Please follow me.”

Mr. ImScared rose from his chair in the packed waiting room and followed the nurse to the doctor’s office. “You can sit here,” she said, pointing. “Doctor Phuphuey will be with you in a few minutes.” She snapped the chart onto the desk and made a hasty retreat. The door closed with a firmess that suggested finality.

The quiet of the office seemed to hold Mr. ImScared as though in a straight jacket. Without moving his head, he googled his eyes around the room: Diplomas, crooked; a picture of a smiling family; and–oddly enough–an old-fashioned pedestal ashtray at the end of the desk. Suddenly the door sprang open, and Dr. Phuphuey entered; he was the spitting image of Kramer from Seinfeld. “Sorry to keep you waiting, ” I was performing a private examination on another patient–the part in question begins with a “P,” ends with an “E” in case you want to guess.” He picked up the the chart and began to thumb through it. “So, what can we do for you today?”

“I’m here for the results, you know, from the test a few days ago. About the virus.”

“Which virus?” asked Dr. Phuphuey. “There’s a lot of them.”

Mr. ImScared couldn’t believe his ears. “Whhaaaa!” his mind cried. “You know…the virus…the one that’s been the star of the media show for the last eight months.”

“Ohhhhhhh, that one,” said the doctor. “The one that presents as mild to moderate symptoms in 99% of the populaton?”

“Yessss,” exclaimed Mr. ImScared, “that one!”

“Well, we’ve got some good news for you, Mr. ImScared. Your tests were negative. No trace of the virus whatsoever. Not a smidge.”

In Mr. ImScared’s mind he heard the sound of a plug being popped in a bathtub. He felt the tension drain from his body.  “You mean I’m going to live?” he asked.

“Yes,” said Dr. Phuphuey, “…at least for a while. Of course, I can’t guarantee that you won’t drop like a sack of gummy bears on your way to the parking lot. But, ç’est la vie, right?” With that, the doctor reached into his desk and removed a pack of Export A Cigarettes. “I like ’em strong,” he said, as he lit a cigarette and took a deep draw.

“This is insane,” said Mr. ImScared. “This is a doctor’s office. You can’t smoke in here!”

“Well, I beg to differ,” said the doctor. “My office, my rules. Besides, they’re legal, and if they were really bad for your health, they’d be outlawed. They’re not banned at all. You can buy them anywhere. Why just two weeks ago, I was travelling in East Ring-a-Ding-A-Ling, and they had them in all sorts of pretty packages. A lot of fufu about nothing, if you ask me.”

A cloud of tarry smoke wafted over them. Mr. ImScared coughed. “What did you mean when you said I was going to live…for a while?”

“Just that,” said the doctor. “You do realize that your body is going to die? Right?”

Mr. ImScared felt as though he might choke on his adam’s apple. “But when?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” The doctor inhaled deeply and yawned a smoke ring toward the ceiling.

“But I’m free of the virus.”

“Yup, you certainly are…but there’s no telling if you might catch it next week, or next month. In the meantime, you might die of a hundred other causes.”

“You missed ‘Bedside Manners 101,’ didn’t you,” said Mr. ImScared.

Dr. Phuphuey nodded. “Yup, skipped it. Went bowling, instead. Rubbish. Simple waste of time. By the way, second letter in that exam I referred do is ‘R.’ Wouldn’t be ethical to tell you the whole word; but I can tell you a few facts about life, if you care to listen.”

“Shoot,” said Mr. ImScared.

“Let me be clear; your body IS going to die. It’s not a question of ‘if.’ But here’s the real scoop: If YOU LET FEAR DOMINATE YOUR LIFE, YOU MIGHT AS WELL GO DIG YOUR OWN GRAVE AND DROP DEAD INTO IT RIGHT NOW. Just think ‘dead‘ long enough and it will happen. My prescription is this: GRAB A SET OF NUTS ON YOUR WAY HOME AND GET ON WITH YOUR LIFE. NO ONE–NOT EVEN THE POLITICAL PUSSIES THAT TRY TO PASS THEMSELVES OFF AS CARING HUMAN BEINGS–ARE GOING TO LIVE FOREVER. GET OVER YOURself AND BE HAPPY–YOU’VE GOT TODAY; THAT’S ALL ANY OF US HAVE. Oh, and one last point: CUT BACK ON THE T.V–IT’S GOT YOU ALL FUGGED UP.  And with that, Dr. Phuphuey ground out his cigarette in the ashtray and watched as Mr. ImScared rose from his chair.

At the door, Mr. ImScared turned and said, “Same time next week?”

“You got it,” said Dr. Phuphuey. “I’ll be here…maybe.”

***

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2020–R. Arthur Russell

Observations in Co-Creation

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Oh, how I remember the days–when I doubted that I had created the experiences that had occurred in my life. Sure, I reasoned that I had created the good in my life; but how could I possibly have created the bad…and the ugly too? I could not accept this until my study of the Law of Attraction led me further along the mystical path. Then it became clear. Perhaps it’s now your turn. Let’s see if the logic makes sense to you, as it did for me.

To reach that turning point, please contemplate one aspect of your life. It might relate to where you live; your current career; or the partner with whom you share your life. Can you–with just a little introspection–accept responsibility for a result that manifest in the past? If so, can you step a little further into the introspection tunnel and admit “I created that”?” Is it by accident that you live in your present home and location? Or did your thinking play an integral role. Is it by accident that you married your spouse? Or did your thinking also lead to that? And of your career, were you dropped into it by Fate? Or did your thinking–perhaps through childhood daydreaming–place you in your current field of employment?

If you can logically trace the breadcrumb trail of thought–to action–to result in one aspect of your life, you’re in the position of power to create deliberately again. First: Decide what you desire. Make the vision strong, clear, vibrant, and impelling. Second: Believe, believe, believe. Visualize each and every day; making sure to imbue your visualizations with emotion. Feel the aliveness of your vision by engaging all of your senses. Third: Receive through action. When you feel the intuitive nudges to act, step through the door that leads to your desired future and dare to act; even if such action involves facing your fears. When you do, you”ll behold your dream made real.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2020–R. Arthur Russell

 

Place Your Reservation

Place Your Reservation

Imagine with me, if you will, that you walk into a fast food restaurant and approach the woman behind the counter. You look her in the eye and innocently say, “Yes, my last name is Smith and I have a reservation for two, at seven thirty. My friend and I would like a table with a view.”  What type of response do you think you would receive? Imagine with me, also, that you visit the beautiful state of Utah. However, instead of appreciating the beauty of it’s amazing vistas and rock formations, that you’re disappointed because you can’t reserve a hotel room with a view of the Pacific! And–you’re probably asking yourself–the point of this?

The point relates to an axiom of the Principle of Correspondence in the Kybalion, a book of ancient wisdom. It states: As Above, so Below; As Below, so Above. Meaning? It means that there is correspondence–or correlation–among the planes of being and life. The three planes– The Physical, Mental, and Spiritual–are not actual planes but arbitrary divisions or degrees in the scale of life. Such divisions are not hard and fast but shade in and out of one another. The Principle of Correspondence is important to understand, for with it, we can–and will–manifest more effectively.

What does this mean, practically? It means that to manifest more effectively we must align ourselves spiritually, mentally, and physically. In the spiritual: We must habitually be whatever we desire. In the mental: we must habitually think of what we desire. In the physical, we must habitually act in ways that reflect what we desire. The three states must align–or correspond–before we’ll experience the manifestation.

Using the analogy of the reservations from the first paragraph, that means that we cannot manifest prosperity by being, thinking, and acting poor. That means that we cannot enjoy health by being, thinking, and acting sick. That means that we cannot enjoy success by being, thinking, and acting failure. To be, think, and act in ways that contradict what we desire–does not make sense; in the same way that seeking a view of the Pacific from Utah does not make sense. You just can’t get that from there.

So, what do we desire? Is it great health, increased wealth, wonderful relationships, or more success? If so, it’s time to place our reservations. How to you do this? Through the powers of our imagination–first. Be it, think it, act it! We must imagine what we desire, and concentrate with patient and detached persistence. By doing so, we’re placing our reservation with the Universe. After that, we have only to remain strong in our faith, and then act upon our intuitive nudges. Law will bring what we desire.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell

Risking Life

Risk

All successful men and women are willing to do this to achieve their goals; and we can guess what that is by the title of this article. That’s right: Risk! That doesn’t mean these brave souls just jumped at whatever desire caught their attention. They did, however, take the risk of following their dreams.

The greatest risk that successful people take is stepping out of their comfort zones. They’re willing to leave the supposed safety and comfort associated with their old little self–the one that hadn’t achieved the goals they desired–and risk stepping into the brave new version. In doing so, they not only face the potential negative reactions of friends, family, and acquaintances; but also consequences that may range from financial to emotional. Ultimately they’re willing to risk losing their known way of being in the world to step into the unknown. They realize that only in the unknown–and a new way of being in the world–can they receive what the The Universe has to offer.

Did these brave men and women actually risk failure? No, not at all; for the only true risk is not attempting to achieve our desires. As the saying goes: Don’t die with the music still inside of you! Is risking easy? Are there going to be sleepless nights when we might wonder “What the heck am I doing”? Yes, absolutely; but that–in truth–is part of the excitement. The more often we step outside of our comfort zone, the more comfortable we become doing it! Doing so is just a skill set, like any other; and we can learn to live that way. That’s what successful people do. So can we. When we reflect upon our life, we’ll realize that we’ve done it before…many times. Perhaps we just need to be reminded that we can do it again. Go for it, my fellow beings–I believe in you!

Dare to dream.

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell

 

 

 

All Systems Go!

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The mood of a nation–yes, even the world–is dependent on the mood of the people. Why? Because we literally are the world. Each and every one of us matter. By our spirit, we either rise or plummet; by our strength we either swim or sink; by our courage we either gloriously triumph or temporarily fail. We–and know this in the marrow of our bones–are going to get through this present challenge and shine.

As holds true for the launch of any rocket, we must prepare ourselves thoroughly and check our equipment to make certain that all systems are a Go for liftoff. We can do this right here, right now, by checking the systems within our own influence; beginning with awareness of what’s going on within our own minds. Checklist please:

  • Are we breathing right now?
  • Is there some form of food–even if it’s only bread and butter–in our home?
  • Is there water to drink?
  • Do we have friends, even one?
  • Do we still have the strength to be a friend?
  • Are we currently able to rise and shine within the confines of our home?
  • Have we reason to hope–perhaps based on past challenges–that goodness will triumph?
  • Do we possess the concentration to focus our mind upon something positive?

The point of this checklist is obvious, no doubt. Yes, of course, I’m presenting the list to help raise us out of the fear-based darkness of our minds, and into the light of the present moment. The message is intended to inspire us to notice the beauty that still surrounds us…now. This in no way is meant to deny the current situation in the world, or to trivialize any of the tragedies that have occurred. The truth is, however, that sickness and death due to some nature or other is happening every day in this world. The insidious virus of the mind (aka, fear) is far more virulent than anything we may encounter physically. Given the chance it will destroy us.

We can still lift off to a bright new world. To state such is not poppycock or a pitiful denial of what’s currently making news. To overcome our present challenge, however, will require that we deliberately turn away from the tempting–almost irresistible–habit of focusing on every bit of bad news that is currently making the rounds. We possess the strength to see beyond this; and when we do, the attitude and health of the entire planet will reflect our changed state of mind. Ten, nine, eight, seven…

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell

Driver Training

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Oh, how we love cars, especially we individuals who were raised in a western culture. In fact, we love them so much that we can hardly wait to get our driver’s licence. To us, a licence  symbolizes freedom to come and go as we please; to (as Steppenwolf beautifully expressed in “Born to Be Wild): “get our motor running and head out on the highway! Before we acquire our licence, most of us have to pass a Drivers’ Education Class. We must learn the rules of the road; learn when to signal, accelerate, and brake; learn how to steer, merge with traffic, and drive defensively. The lessons were in our best interest. And no less is required as we learn to deliberately apply the Law of Attraction.

Before we proceed, we would be wise to understand just what our vehicle is. It is us–the body-mind. Contrary to popular belief, such is not the sum total of What we are! In truth, we are Spirit, and it is we–the silent witness–that actually drives us through life. The quality of our journey is dependent on our recognition of the One and Only Power there is, and the thoughts that we engage–whether they be positive or negative. Negative thoughts–such as anger, hatred, revenge, jealousy, envy, pride, and selfishness–can never take us anywhere good. They can only lead us to a rough ride…and a tough life. Positive thoughts–such as love, kindness, compassion, empathy, generosity, humility, and selflessness–can only take us to good destinations. How we travel–and the destinations we reach–will depend our understanding and the skill with which we comply with Law.

So, are you buckled up? Ready? Have you checked your mirrors, and left the story of your life where it belongs–in the past? Good, we’re off to a great start! Now, please also know this: There are two simple but powerful pedals that we must learn to operate before we pull away from the curb. One is labelled Fear; it is the brake, for every time we  step on it (allow it to function in our consciousness) our vehicle is going to slow down. The other pedal is Faithit is the accelerator pedal, for every time we press on it (feel the sense of triumphant joy rise in our heart) our vehicle is going to be drawn closer to our desired manifestation! Through the power of Awareness (which can be increased through meditation), we must develop the habit of knowing which pedal we’re pressing upon!

Just as a Driver Education Course takes a set number of days, so, too, will our driver training for the Law of Attraction Course. In this case, thirty days. During that time–marked faithfully on the calendar–we’re going to monitor our thinking while going about our days. Our goal is to engage only positive thoughts. If we find ourselves concentrating on negative thoughts–either big or small–we’re going to start over, and begin our course anew. At the end of thirty days, we will arrive at our destination with a mind trained to focus on the positive aspects of life. The difference this will make in our lives is well worth the effort required.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell

Hiding in Our Midst

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It often seems that weeks, months, and even years blend into one another at breakneck speed until we run smack into a barriers that demand our attention: divorce, illness, death of a loved one, financial woes, career issues–these, and now the ongoing issue regarding a virus, are only a few of the circumstances that can cause us to pause and ponder the direction of our lives. At such times, the big questions often loom with great importance: “What do I really want in life? How do I wish to spend my remaining years? What holds meaning and importance?” However, an even bigger question often goes unasked; perhaps because most individuals believe it too simple to even consider. It is this: “Who Am I?” The answer–the real one, not the simple answer for which most persons settle–holds the key that can unlock great joy and peace.

Until we hit that barrier, the majority of individuals will likely be satisfied believing they know who they are. Case closed. We have been conditioned to believe that we are the sum total of name and form. In short, me: Art Russell, the name; and the body that is typing these words. We were programmed to believe this as children; and as the years rolled on, we added more descriptive terms related to nationality, career, age, bodily qualities, personality traits, and tied them together with words such as husband, wife, father, mother, brother and sister. Still, however, we were dealing with a conceptual self, not the true nature of our reality. The word “I,” which is repeated hundreds of times each day, either as a thought or spoken word, lends credibility to the identity that only exists in the mind.

Aren’t we just little John or Jane Does and our accompanying bodies? To arrive at the true answer, we must earnestly investigate. We must be willing to disentangle ourselves from our pat answers and learn to discern between the story of ourselves, and the truth of our reality. Even a little effort will reveal that we cannot be the body because it is always changing. It is an object. We, however, feel that we are the subject. We are the witness of the body; not the body itself. How can we literally be something that has no independent existence. The body is a fabrication of the mind, even though we feel a sense of residency within it. If we pay close attention, we can see–perhaps through meditation–that we can watch our thoughts, in much the way that we watch other objects that seem more tangible. Who, though, is the witness of our thoughts?

Answer: The real Self, which is Universal Consciousness. And this consciousness–the One and Only Consciousness–is not personal; it is impersonal. As it was never born into form, it is not subject to death. How could it be? Yes, the body will ultimately die, but that does not–in any way–mean that we die. We have always been the light that shines through the form; not the form itself. When understood deeply, this knowing can relieve us of so many of the worries that often consume the person, aka body-mind.

Person’s are often consumed with sensory input, to the extent that we rarely question that nature of the witness who knows our experience. To experience this directly, we need only turn our attention inward; toward the stillness in which we recognize that we are the Awareness that witnesses our sensations, images, feelings, and thoughts. Here, right now, is the freedom–from the belief that we are the body and any suffering it may encounter; when we shrug off the belief that we could ever be limited to name and form. We are Spirit. The drama that we witness is played upon the stage of the waking state. We are beyond any of the drama, any of the sickness, and any of the death. Isn’t this reason enough to investigate the nature of our being?

What is the relevance of this right now, especially with what’s going on in the world? The answer is of major import because it can actually free us of the conceptual “self” that is suffering any of the consequences that are occurring. Truth. When we know that we are the Awareness in which the body and world actually appear, we realize that we are just as free now–even with the restrictions to our bodies–as we have ever been. Nothing has truly changed. Through our innocent ignorance, we have erroneously believed that our identity was of name and form. The truth is, is that the personal “i” that we believed ourselves to be is a representation made in mind.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell

“Essential People”

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In the small town in which I live, I recently saw a colourful poster staked on the front of lawn of an apartment building. It read as follows: Thank you all essential people!” The contributing artists had obviously spent time and effort to produce a poster that was as beautiful as possible. The message–no doubt–came from a sense of deep sincerity and gratitude.

As I drove past, I was struck with the another, deeper level, of the message on the poster. We should not assume, but in this case it’s impossible to write this article without doing so. Given the world’s current situation, it’s probably safe to state that the message was intended for first-line responders, paramedics, nurses, doctors, lab technicians and anyone else employed in work related to healthcare. If that’s the case, it’s wonderful that people are expressing their gratitude for work well done, especially during challenging circumstances. But what is the other message that is lying just under the surface of the words?

To me, the other message is akin to a situation that might occur in a large family; one in which there were ten children and two parents. Imagine how nine children might feel if one–and only one child–was repeatedly singled out for praise. Would not the nine other children feel, or possibly believe, that they were not special? And believing such, is it not likely that they might assume they had to work very hard to rise to be favoured–to be noticed, to be loved, and to be praised for the good that they do? Until they received that praise, however, those nine children might feel somewhat less than the child who had been praised. They might believe they were unworthy. To live with such emptiness is a desolate way to live; for it places many individuals on a treadmill from which they cannot escape.

The point of this article has absolutely nothing to do with whether health care professionals are the ones (deservedly) receiving praise; and everything to do with a point that is much broader in scope. To habitually praise the good we experience is a wonderful way to live; for it elevates all of us. As Meister Eckhart once stated: “If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough. The point that I’d like people of the world to know is this: All of you are Essential! A whole is not whole–for such is impossible–without every one of its parts. That literally means that You–whether labelled John or Mary, Miguel or Ruta, Ajay or Urvina–absolutely matter! Your name is not your essence; nor is the label connected with whatever work you perform. Your essential Self is made of the one thread of Gold that weaves through all of us.

So: Thank you to All. You’re all essential. You were born for a reason–a good one. Your gift is unique to you. Be blessed. Be safe. Be happy. Be good to one another. You are loved. And just for the record: A sincere thanks to everyone who is experiencing the current situation in the world, including each and every health care worker! We’re in this experience called life…together.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell