Touch at least one heart with Meet-Up now

If you could go back in time to attend a Meet-Up in Jerusalem with the famous rabbi from Nazareth to share some bread, wine and good conversation, would you sign up and go?

How about traveling back some 2,600 years to give a listen to the Four Noble Truths in northern India by a fellow who some claim had reached enlightenment? Would you agree to meet weekly to discuss life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness? Continue reading

Regulations needed for mass shootings!

You don’t fly?

You don’t buy!

It should be as simple as that! If the federal government has reasonable suspicion to place you on a terrorist “No Fly List,” you should also be barred from buying guns.

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Suffering from the news eases up today

Cut back, Michael J. Simply cut back like the sandlot football running back you played as a kid while scampering on a field in Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park.

You can’t go “cold turkey” on a lifestyle you’ve been living for more than 30 years. But you can choose to limit the amount of news you take in on a daily or even an hourly basis.  Continue reading

Wounds of Love Still Hurt this Soldier Boy

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Peggy’s mother, Mary, answered and said “Hello, Michael.” She didn’t invite me in, but smiled, and I kind of smiled back.  Continue reading

Newspapering requires typing correct obit

“The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.”

I typed this over and over again, hoping that one day I’d learn the fine skill of typing as I sat in a class with all girls. Young women, I should say. I was the only male in the Delaware County Community College course of study, and I never once felt out of place or unusual.

I wanted to be a journalist, you see. So, I figured I had to learn the fine art of typing to file my stories. Continue reading

Honesty always the best policy in her court

You should never call a woman a bitch.

Particularly if she’s wearing a long black robe and has the power to throw you in jail for anything deemed to be contempt of court. Her Court, that is. Continue reading

Coke and a Smile Now Watered Way Down

I love Coca-Cola. It has been my favorite drink since I don’t remember when. I guess it all started with the small green bottles that you had to use an honest-to-goodness bottle opener to crack open. Continue reading

A Course of Love is uniquely one of a kind!

Reading a chapter from the book, “A Course of Love,” is much like my study of the Jewish mysticism, the Kabbalah.

I get uplifted and carried to another place, a different state of mind where I feel closer to the Word. The Word of God, if you know what I mean.

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Emergency hits home; order soon restored

My second wife stopped breathing shortly after they placed her in the emergency vehicle en route to a hospital some eight years ago. The day was six-months to date of her first bout with an emergency wagon when she fell in our Conshohocken, PA, home, suffering a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI).

She remained in a coma for more than five days. This time, however, they were more certain that she would not recover from her latest, unplanned date with Miss Fate. A nurse or a social worker at the Hospital suggested I contact a priest to say the last rites for Wendy. Continue reading

‘Love & Rockets’ explode near this veteran

My son, Nicholas, just didn’t seem to understand how much pain I suffered in Sutcliffe Park when I took him to see fireworks on clear and starry night sky on the Fourth of July some years ago.

At first, I enjoyed the rockets zooming into the air. They were colorful red, white, and blue explosions that took your breath away with gasps of wonder and awe.

Soon, however, they took on a menacing demeanor, as each blast began to remind me of the Vietnam War and the rounds of mortar fire that fell on me and my platoon some 30 years earlier.  Continue reading

Dissolving Pain through seeing differently

I’ve opened my mind to a new way of seeing and I am free as long as I can keep my peripheral vision on anything but the object of my focus.

What I do is distract myself from looking at the car in front of me when I’m cruising on the highway. I set my gaze off in the distance, where I take in the beautiful blue skies interrupted now and again by a while cloud.  Continue reading

Dobbins Reunion manifests HS aging story

As soon as I turned 18 and got a draft card, I rushed to my printing shop at Dobbins Technical Institute (aka Dobbins High School) and commenced to committing a federal offense punishable by up to 10 years in prison.

I didn’t know it was against the law, a federal law at that, but I guess I should have known you can’t change the date of birth on your Selective Service card to show you’re 21 years old rather than 18. Hey, it was the best way of getting served in every Philadelphia bar in 1966.  Continue reading

‘Brewerytown Way’ Brought Back to Life

I see my life through the eyes of a kid who grew up in Brewerytown, swashbuckling my way through fights on the streets and later the jungles of Vietnam before finding my true calling as a spiritual clarion who wants all North Philadelphia children to return to their God-given Nature of Love. Continue reading

Gratitude arises from an Hawaiian prayer

I’m Sorry, Please Forgive Me, I Love You, Thank You!
(Ho’oponopono)

I meditated yesterday with members of the Center for Contemporary Mysticism in Chestnut Hill and found love hidden beneath a wall of pain I built up with my first wife.

I asked her to forgive me after telling her how sorry I was for hurting her, and that I always loved her and wanted to thank her for all she did for me.  Continue reading

Trusting the Universe when ‘lost & found’

I lost the damn wallet again.

It was the second time in about a week it turned up missing. The first time was in Korea, and I never detected its loss. The Reverend Lee, the WON Buddhist minister leading a pilgrimage in Korea last week, had approached me with a black object in her hand. She looked worried, and I couldn’t figure out what caused her distress.  Continue reading

Happiness never found in ‘Wanting’ more

I Want to Stop Wanting!

All my life I’ve been brainwashed into “wanting something“. Now I want it to stop. Do you hear me, old Wizard of the Universe? Stop . . . my . . . wanting. Stop Me!

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Smoke handcuffs me when stress hits home

I never wanted a cigarette as bad as I did when I got thrown into a “lockup” after getting kicked out of the courtroom by a judge whose ire I had raised by raising my own voice at him.  Continue reading

Some ‘WON’ is in the kitchen with Julie!

Julie traveled all the way from Chicago and came to the Lotus Flower Island with a question about her life’s purpose. By the time she left the privately owned spiritual retreat, there was no doubt whatsoever that she found the answer she was looking for.

She’ll return to this rustic hideaway, hidden away off the mainland of South Korea, and remain there, devoting herself to serving others from around the world who are searching for similar answers. Julie’s newfound happiness will be in helping others suffering from too much technology and not enough love. Continue reading

‘I don’t know’ — first step for my true path

I don’t know” is soon to become my life-long mantra.

It has helped me immensely in calming the “monkey mind” after a wonderful Korean woman introduced it to me, and it took a full day for me to understand its profound ramifications.

For me, saying “I don’t know” is a way of humbling myself and admitting that I know very little about the world I live in and what really matters in the scheme of life. No matter how hard I try to “get it right” through searching and throwing myself into one spiritual path after another, the end result brings me no closer to any definite answer and it’s okay to let it go and simply say “I don’t know” to the world.

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Majestic feeling opens me to another world

I’ve been to some ten different Buddhist temples in the mountainous regions of Korea, taking in the rustic, centuries-old magnificent works of art and spiritual creations of man. I felt uplifted when entering doorways that millions, perhaps billions, of others walked through in search of peace and calm on their way to potential enlightenment.

None, however, has inspired more of a majestic feeling inside than the new WON Center in Seoul, Korea, where a bolt of soft and pure lightning once again struck me with what I can only describe as a divine presence that’s humbling and elevating at the same time. Continue reading

Chanting can cure what ails your busy mind

Namuamitabul” is a Korean Buddhist chant that means “The Buddha of infinite light, infinite life, and infinite wisdom.”

This chant is recited numerous times by participants in a WON Buddhist meditation as part of a routine that involves chanting, sitting meditation, and walking meditation.  Continue reading

Philadelphia Justice with Judge Lineberger

My all-time favorite Philadelphia Judge was James Lineberger, a no-nonsense jurist who’d scare the hell out of many a defendant I’d bring to the bar of the court, and one time caused one of my clients to pass out when he sentenced him for a heinous crime a jury found him guilty of committing.

Judge Lineberger could also be as warm and fuzzy as a teddy bear who would leave the bench at the top of the courtroom and float down to the metal bar when spotting a Korean woman. He could serenade in her native tongue while gazing out from his big, lovable, and loving eyes.  Continue reading

A spiritual path with a dark & stormy night

Dark Night of the Soul.

I have no idea what Saint John of the Cross meant when writing about his spiritual struggles several centuries ago, but I feel as if I’ve been going through one all day today.  Continue reading

Laying down on the job is good meditation

“. . . Killing me softly with his song!”

I never thought I’d start off a meditation tale by using the word “killing,” but in this case, I believe it is somewhat appropriate. Killing the “dis – ease” is more like it.

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First learn the ‘Way’ before leading others

Pride cometh before the fall.

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Mastering one’s heart through a holy man

What’s it like being in the presence of a holy man?

Exhilarating yet humbling. Emptying while also fulfilling. Joyful but just a little bit sad. Most of all, however, it is loving. Loving from that person both through him and in him. Loving for yourself and for those fortunate enough like me to be in the individual’s presence. Continue reading

USA could learn from South Korean friends

Korea opened me to another world in the Far East, and I can’t understand why the United States of America has not adopted some of the more useful and expeditious activities here.  Continue reading

Serving graciously as a St. Ludwig altar boy

  • Ad Deum Qui Laetificat Juventutem Meam!

That’s one of the prayers I’d recite as an altar boy at St. Ludwig’s Roman Catholic Church, and I’ll never forget it ‘til the day I die. Don’t ask me what it means right now. I never figured it out as a kid, but I loved to say it!  Continue reading

Korea calling me to seek answers within

Korea awaits me next week as I travel more than a thousand miles to find myself and discover reasons why I am still here on planet earth.

       Yes, I’m joining a group from Philadelphia, New York, and Chicago that will fly to Seoul, South Korea, to take part in the centennial celebration of the WON Buddhism by its master on April 28th, 1916. Continue reading

Kyrgyzstan now views the Contoveros site!

In recent days I received a visit from Kyrgyzstan at this site called Contoveros.

Kyrgyzstan is a small Asian country that revolted in 1910 against the Russian government and then was taken over by the former USSR until reacquiring its independence in 1999.

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A Course of Love awakens love inside & out

The Beatles got it right in the 1960s.

“All you need is love.”

“Love is all there is.”

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I couldn’t agree with them more, particularly after experiencing the warm glow and gentle caress of a bunch of lovers who helped me to open my foolish heart to “A Course of Love.”  Continue reading

Aging is hurting me and my writing skills

Getting old is a real pain in the ass.

It’s a pain in the hip, the shoulder and the lower part of my back, to tell you the truth.

I recently learned that I have arthritis. It’s killing me. Continue reading

Equanimity for anticipation & expectations

Carly Simon sang it . . .

The Heinz ketchup bottle illustrated what it could look like . . .

And I have fallen victim to it whenever I try something new and start to visualize what could possibly go wrong.

It’s called “Anticipation Anxiety!” Continue reading

Collegeville Opens My Muse For Writing

Collegeville may or may not have been named after a religious school called “Ursinus” in the central part of Montgomery County. .  . Or some long ago seminary school. I really don’t know, but I rode through it when traveling to one of the last outdoor movie theatres, the one located in Limerick, Pa, a drive-in movie just outside of Pottstown.  Continue reading

Words Prompt Me to Share Love of Music

I heard a banjo strum as I fed the birds outside near the plum tree in my yard this morning. Banjo? Strumming? Where could that have come from, I wondered?

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Nothing found when seeking Love within!

I went within and felt nothing this morning. I knew this day would come, but I thought I would put it off until the day I’d die. Yes, I thought I’d have enough juice within to tell my story until I took that last breath.

But Life fooled me. It hit me upside the head, showing me, you can’t take anything for granted. All things are subject to change. All phenomena are transitory, all are impermanent. The only permanence that exists is Love I believe that energizes us and the world we all live in. Continue reading

Name three things that inspire a better you

Day 7 – Total Balance Is Natural Balance

Question 1 of 4

Describe three sources of inspiration in your life that keep you aiming to be a better you.

— Oprah Winfrey and Deepak Chopra’s Free 21-day Meditation
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My calling in life is to help others come closer to the Light. I firmly belief that we all came from the Light, and that we all want to return to it. I want to share my experiences with the Divine so that others can see how Love’s energy can rise from life’s difficulties, a simple schmuck like me.

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Create a life of magical renewal with Love

If I had a magic wand, I would wave it and remove all of the hate in our land. It would take away the hurt all felt throughout the ages of man from the beginning of time, when Cain killed his brother, and when a stupid Esau sold his birthright to his brother Jacob for a lousy bowl of soup.  Continue reading

Letter to Another Galaxy & All Friendly ETs

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Weight loss found in lightening myself & I

One doesn’t have to go on a diet to lose the excess weight of a lifetime of living. All you need do is to lighten your mind, get rid of burdens carried from childhood when the trauma of difficulties and missteps caused you to stumble and lose faith in your God-given direction.

Lighten up,” is what someone told me once, and that is exactly what I have tried to do after experiencing Holotropic Breath Work and listening to the new “Weight Loss” meditation offered by Oprah Winfrey and Deepak Chopra today. My struggle has ended, and from now on, I will be in harmony with me, myself, and I. Continue reading

Holotropic Breathwork eases my violence

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from Holotropic Breathwork these past 10 days in Germany, it that I am a violent person. Violence was all around me when I was born. My mother almost died, I heard, and as a result, she suffered post-partum depression, and I was shipped out to live with my grandmother in another state in the USA. I don’t remember any of this, but you see and begin to feel things when you take part in a program like this, Breathwork.  Continue reading

Message from lower world: lighten burden

My host in Freiburg, Germany, escorted me and her husband on a shamanic journey as we lay on the carpeted floor in their guest room, and she guided us to the “lower world.” She drummed for a good 15 minutes, never letting up the beat as she walked around us, covered by blankets with eyes closed and our hearts open.  Continue reading

PTSD undergoes a Shamanistic treatment

The Shaman applied pressure with his fingers and thumbs to the side, back, and front of my skull. He told me to let him know if he caused me any pain.

I felt some discomfort, but it wasn’t intolerable, and so I said nothing and let him continue the process as I sat in a chair in front of more than a hundred people attending the symposium on “What is Healing? – Archaic Traditions Meet Ways of Experiencing Modern Consciousness Exploration and Psychotherapy.” He was the principal speaker, having taught the participants to dance and sing in two large circles in the room where we had met.  Continue reading

The back of the heart offers ‘Will to Love’

We’ve all experienced love in one form or another. Most remember the romantic love that may have flourished when we were young and felt the longing to receive the touch of love from another person.

Love also appeared in our lives as infants as our loving mother held us, cradling our small bodies with her hand behind the back of our necks. She held the spot where the brain and skull come into contact with the spinal cord, the neck area.

Jaya Herbst, a lecturer certified by the European Association for Transpersonal PsychotherapyEurotas, said there can be healing in the touch of one person upon another. But first there must be an intent, a “will” to love to help with the touch, be it to smooth the crying of a child or to hug a grown-up who needs the physical contact to know all will be just right in that moment. Continue reading

Calm the wandering mind & feel happiness

A wandering mind is an unhappy mind.

Don’t take my word for it. Scientific research has discovered that the active conditions of anxiety and agitation cause unhappiness. Becoming quiet and stilling the mind lowers blood pressure and relieves the stress that’s produced in our busy lives.  Continue reading

Journey into self opens possibilities for me

  • I manifested as an African American riding a horse as a cowboy in the old American West.
  • Next, I felt the chains on my legs as I rowed in a galley ship as a Greek slave in a land governed by the Romans in some year BC.
  • Sand. Lots of sand with its rich mixture of roughness and tan properties became my next existence.
  • That was followed by my essence being made up as a piece of glass. A clear glass with a tint of green like the old-fashioned Coca Cola bottles.
  • Finally, I envisioned myself turning into a Soldier of Love with healing powers I never knew existed.  Continue reading

The ‘Shadow’ helps in Spiritual Maturation

What is healing?

Those words in German jumped off the page from a brochure I couldn’t read, but by the end of a presentation in Freiburg, Germany, I got a better handle on who does the healing.

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‘The Way of Love’ helps me to slow down

A vicious circle has developed in my life over “getting to somewhere always on time.”

I see how I have become a slave to this, always rushing to see a doctor, to appear at a Court proceeding, or get somewhere for someone’s wedding in an adjoining state. The state of my mind is not fooling me anymore. I see this habit for what it really is.

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Obstacles to German retreat removed now

I feel like the character in a comic strip who has had a cloud over his head with nothing but calamities and obstacles blocking his every move. No matter what he did, he’d be thrown off stride, be it from a torrential rainfall or an avalanche along a sunshine-filled pathway.  Continue reading

Best sleep in years follows head treatment

I got the best sleep I’ve had in years last night and I owe it all to the treatments I have received for not only what ails me, but what has been blocking my lower brain from connecting with my upper brain.

I slept like a proverbial baby, having gotten up only once during the night — around 4:30 am — to relieve the bladder and be kind to my prostate. Going back to bed, I drifted right back to sleep and enjoyed a complete dream of the old neighborhood and my days in a lawyer’s office, both in Philadelphia.  Continue reading

Nothing has helped my back pains now

I felt nothing this morning.

For the past five days, nothing greeted me when I got out of bed.

There was no ache, no pain, no reminder of how bad my back has become after so many years of walking, running and standing on this earth. Not to mention, jumping out of an airplane five times, landing badly on my first parachute jump, and hiding it from the military instructor who would have kicked me out of jump school had he suspected I injured myself.  Continue reading

Home where I grew up still haunts my mind

I grew up in a two-story row house in North Philadelphia in a mixed neighborhood where we played in front of the fireplug and got ice from old ice trucks that made their way up the tiny one-way street. Continue reading

Favorite Color Sings Out the ‘Oldies’ to Me

Blue has been my favorite color since I don’t know when. I guess my parents influenced my choice when I was young. I mean, I was a boy. And I was born in in the land of the red, white, and blue. Continue reading

Fun times await all who can be a kid again

I’m having fun.

I’m enjoying life and feel a peace and calm I didn’t know I’d ever experience again. It’s like falling in love for the very first time. I look forward to each new day filled with hope and a smile for whatever life presents to me.  Continue reading

Universe conspiring to guide us all

When will I ever learn to trust the Universe?

When will I develop enough faith to believe things happen for my well-being? And when can I truly trust my instincts and live more peacefully in tune with what the Cosmos is manifesting just for me ? Continue reading

Psychic Cat comes alive watching my TV

I think I’m going “Cat Shit.” You probably heard of someone going “Bat Shit.” But I’m here to tell you that I’ve gone “Cat Shit” and this is the reason why:

My son’s cat, Daniel, has developed some ESP skills. Extraordinary Sensing People skills.  Continue reading

My Vision Board’s World-Wide Travelling

A few weeks ago, I envisioned what the coming year would be like in a “Vision Board.” I got together with a small group and pasted magazine pictures and bold 48-point type letters to a cardboard placard showing what we would like to see enfold in 2016.

I placed the Vietnam War book at the top, adding lots of spiritual and meditative symbols alongside it. On the bottom line, I pasted “Love to Travel” and displayed two large pictures of my son and me on a cruise to Alaska some two years ago.

Little did I know then that writing about the war would take a backseat while my traveling plans would enlarge and grow immensely! Continue reading

Harmony of ‘The Wind’ Still Warms Me

“Wind. . . Wind . . . Blow Wind. . .

. . . Oooooh Oooh  . . .

. . . Blow Wind . . . !”

You couldn’t help but melt while listening to the old singing  group offer its beatific sounds to the young teenagers dancing at St. Joe’s Sunday night dance special.

The girls loved the soft harmonies that whispered about their longing for true love. While boys, like me, sang the back-up parts, attempting to harmonize with our African American brothers who introduced us to a form of Rock & Roll which would later be called “Doo Wop.

St. Joseph’s Orphanage for Boys is still operating there in North Philadelphia, but there are no more dances. Doo Wop is a song of the past. But I’ll always remember it whenever I hear the sounds of yesterday and the love it brings to my heart and to my mind. Continue reading

Day Dreams Can Often Become Mystical

Mysticism can erupt while in a dream. If you believe, you can see the future or better understand the past. You can dream up a vision and let your heart turn to what you really love, rather than be satisfied with what you already have — or have not!  Continue reading

Put Guns to Use in a More Proper Way

A gun appeared in my guided meditation last week and I was afraid something horribly wrong was about to happen. It was a small, black handgun, what they used to call a “Saturday-Night Special.Continue reading

Psychic Powers Arise When You Believe!

Psychometry – the art of visualizing an energy force or spirit from a token or an object – really does work.

I recently took part in the practice and discovered insights I never believed possible until I realized I had developed some sort of psychic ability.  Continue reading

‘Singer of Truth’ is Contoveros’ Aspiration

The word, “Contoveros” in Latin means “Singer of Truth.” I didn’t know that as a child, when I learned that it was my father’s real last name. Someone at Ellis Island shortened it to “Contos.” One of my wives once told me that the new word means “Short.” Continue reading

The Ice Man Cometh for Me and for Thee

It was the ice on the truck that beckoned to me when I was six years old and playing on the one-way street near my home in North Philadelphia. Continue reading

Thinking of the best way to speak to you

“Think before You Speak” reads the sign that my new best friend gave me for Christmas. She thought of me when she saw it, she said. She knew how many problems I had had with boundaries. Or, rather, lack of boundaries.  Continue reading

Reiki dream opens me to be ‘truth-telling’

Reiki, the universal life energy, opened me to one of the most vivid dreams of my life last night. And, as my Reiki teacher once told me, “Write down your dreams . . . There could be a message in store for you.”  Continue reading

Peace shared throughout the world today

What am I doing here?” I asked myself as I sat in a cushioned chair with some 50 other people early this morning on the last day of 2015. I was here at the invitation of a woman I hardly knew, a minister, who enticed me to join the world in a planet-wide prayer for peace. Continue reading

‘Post-Traumatic Growth’ can help you heal

I experienced something scientists have labeled “Post-Traumatic Growth” twice in my life and some forty years apart. Both led to major changes in my life and a new look at life like I never had imagined it to be. Continue reading

Inner Being is Winter Solstice Dream

“Inner Being” is a State of Mind

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Feeling 17 again, despite the aging process

I don’t feel my age. I know I’m getting older and will soon meet my Maker. But I just can’t see myself as a senior citizen, let alone someone who will one day praise the glory of Medicare and the free rides on public transportation in Philadelphia.

To tell you the truth, I feel like I’m seventeen years old again. My body would disagree, but my heart and my mind often see things from that period of time . . . It was a time when I had just graduated high school and the world was my oyster, so to speak.  Continue reading

Mourning Allison’s Sister with Joyful Love

I didn’t know how much joy there could be in grief until sorrow encompassed me and a warm flow of unconditional love spread throughout my entire being. Someone I knew experienced a death in her family and it hit me like a proverbial ton of bricks when I learned of her demise . . . Continue reading

Owning the mental illness amongst us

Mental illness scares the shit out of me. The very term conjures up images of some crazed guy with wild, straggly hair and a demon-like smile of malevolence. Steven King kind of comes to mind when I think of someone who might be a little touched in the head. A Stephen King character, that is. Not Stephen King.  Continue reading

Diving like a mermaid to discover life

I love my cousin Betty Ann. She’s a few years older than me but I warmed up to her just as my adolescent hormones started to bubble up as I visited her at her farmhouse in New Jersey years ago. Continue reading

Fear not your brightest light, let it shine!

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.

bright light

Brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

— Marianne Williamson

(My good friend – Mary Catherine – shared this, and I am “shining” it for you!)

How did we choose the journey we’re on?

I would love to write a book about how people came to the current journey they’re on.

You see, I have this tendency of going up to people and asking them how they came to be where they are; that is, spiritually, if you know what I mean.

For instance, I quiz them at my Buddhist Center, at a Center for Contemporary Mysticism, or at some New Age event where everyone seems to be seeking some sort of healing.

I have found that many of us have had to hit “rock bottom” before we surrendered to a force that was far above us. It is only then that we’ve turned to a Higher Course, a Higher Road.

Little did I know that the Higher Force exists within each of us. It is our Higher Self. It’s the wisdom that we were born with that we finally got to tap into.

There are some people, like me, however, who have been touched before such an “awakening.” I remember when I was an altar boy at age 12 and how I was praying for the affections of a girl I had met the night before. I was in the sacristy of a Roman Catholic Church.

I prayed that Geraldine McFadden would like me. Before weeping like a lonely teenager, I felt the presence of something Divine. I felt what I now perceive to be the Presence of God. Nothing else mattered. I had no cares, no worries, and all was calm and peaceful with or without the girl’s fondness.

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While talking to a friend at a Buddhist gathering the other day. I explained how Buddhism had called out to me some 40 years earlier.

I read the Tibetan Book of the Dead, understanding maybe 5 percent of what was explained.

Did we choose the journey or did the journey choose us?

I put it away, went to war and did not think about it until 2009 when visiting a center in Philadelphia.

One of my Buddhist student friends, a non-practicing Catholic, told me about the “Golden Books Encyclopedia.” Mary said she had also obtained the Tibetan Book of the Dead but never finished it while in her early 20s.

But what “pulled” her at a much younger age was one of encyclopedia books. She had three older brothers and by the time she got to the books, there were only three left. But one of them was the book for the beginning letter “T“. She remembered opening the encyclopedia and seeing men and women bowing in prayer at a Tibetan Buddhist service. It touched her and left a memorable mark.

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Was something or some force in the Universe calling out to her? Was it a foreshadowing of what she’d turn to years later when searching for answers?

I don’t know. But it sure is interesting to learn about these occurrences. I bet we all have similar stories to tell if someone would just listen.

How about you? Would you care to share?

Let me know…

‘Healthy Brain, Healthy Living’ Mystifies

I know very little about New Age holistic energy and healing. Yet, I believe that some force beyond my understanding has arisen in my life and I’ve become the beneficiary of something mystical.  Continue reading

‘Healing the Western Soul’ heals & inspires

When was the last time you read a book where you had to stop to digest what you just took in because you wanted to savor what you felt?

And then while resonating with it, you get a warm glow about yourself; you feel lighter, more connected with the world, and so happy that another person can put into words what you know is so true?  Continue reading

‘I firmly resolve, with the help of thy grace’

Why is it that I find myself sticking my foot into my mouth every time something good comes my way? Why do I screw things up so badly? What curse have I created in some past life for me to resolve through some kind of karmic debt that I must repay in this lifetime?  Continue reading

I don’t remember what you remembered

Have you ever met someone who tells you what you and he or she had done so many years earlier when you hung out that time, but you don’t remember? This happened to me recently at a neighborhood reunion

Try as I might, I couldn’t remember what the hell they were talking about. Worse yet, I couldn’t place them in my memory back or through the retrieval process. Who is this person, I asked myself while smiling and laughing hard at the retelling of a story they seem to have gotten so much out of.  Continue reading

Meditation reflections help heal the worst

Reflections opened a new world of understanding today. Years after a traumatic event, I can look back and see things in a totally different and healing fashion.

I couldn’t do it when the shit was happening. It hurt too much.

Even five or ten years after the trauma, I’d get sweaty palms and a sped-up heartbeat when thinking about the worst day of my life. I couldn’t dwell for too long without having to relive the God-awful experience.  Continue reading

On my knees being grateful every day

I fall to my knees every day and give thanks for at least three things that I am totally grateful for. I usually include my son and at least one of our cats but also acknowledge the advent of a new day as well as a nice new warm bed and the person who invented the heater to keep all of us warm. The cats included!  Continue reading

‘Never touch the root of evil,’ Francis said

Saint Francis of Assisi believed so strongly that money was the root of all evil that he had forbidden his followers to ever handle it.

Literally!

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Brewerytown never too far behind me

No matter where I go, Philadelphia will always go with me. I’ve taken the old neighborhood to combat in Vietnam as well as to the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. I let it shine in the courthouses of Philadelphia and the one and only house of pleasure I visited in Panama.

Yeah, I’m from Brewerytown, an old German-based section of Philadelphia that families of beer-makers settled in a small enclave of the City of Brotherly Love. Brewerytown is near the Philadelphia Zoo on Girard Avenue and not too far from the Eastern State Penitentiary, where Al Capone once lived in a section called Fairmount.  Continue reading

Reliving the presence of love again & again

I remembered what love once meant to me, and I thought I’d share it with those of us who might have forgotten it.

I’m talking about the love that hits you upside the head when you’re not looking; the type that won’t let you think of anyone else besides him or her; the love that you wish your lover would feel but you’re too afraid to hope for a schmuck like yourself.  Continue reading

With the world ending, what should I eat?

I am to be executed tomorrow and tonight I’ve been offered the chance of a lifetime. I can eat anything my heart desires!Continue reading

What I Believe Makes Me Who I Am

Who am I? What do I believe? And can I name a few of my beliefs?

Let me name a few things I believe about myself. They’re in no particular order.  Continue reading

What I believe will enhance my life forever

I believe that all of us are placed on this earth for a purpose, and the aim for us in life is to find out what that purpose is!

We don’t usually seek the answer right away. Most put it off until some calamity forces us to find answers to life’s most important questions. Why am I here? Why am I in this body? Who am I, really?  Continue reading

My ‘Vietnam War Recall’ starts tomorrow

“I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, and more desolation. Some of these young men think that war is all glory but let me say . . . ”War is All Hell!” 

  • American Civil War General William Tecumseh Sherman

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Taps by my Emotional Freedom Technique

If you haven’t tried it, you ought to Google “EFT” and see if such a technique could help with whatever might ail you today!

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Opening myself through group awareness

I grew when meeting four people on Monday who helped me expand my consciousness in ways I had never known existed before. Someone introduced me to the Fifth Dimension, while another invited me to a New Age exhibition in Bucks County, where light-workers of all shapes and sizes would introduce newbies like me to new and exciting pathways to Nirvana. Continue reading

Hoarding Ends at Contoveros Household

It’s finally over — the Big Dump has ended! A thousand and one useless items I’ve been hoarding for 30 some years got picked up and hauled away. I feel exhausted but relieved like I just ran a 5-mile marathon and can’t take another step until I stop and rest. Continue reading

Death is unfrightening once Wisdom grows

Death doesn’t seem to scare me as much as it used to. I mean, I see it as a transition, and not an ending. In some ways, it will be a welcome “new adventure” if you think about it in spiritual terms.

No, I’m not talking about heaven and hell like the Catholic nuns and priests preached to me as a kid at St. Ludwig’s Roman Catholic Church where I served as an altar boy and wanted to be a priest until I discovered girls. I’m talking about a transition to a “way station,” a place where your spirit — or soul — ascends to meet with higher spirits or what some might call Ascended Masters.  Continue reading

9-11 is Our Generation’s ‘Day Of Infamy’

Like December 7th, 1941, the date of “9-11” will go down in American history as a new generation’s Day of Infamy.

In my lifetime, it ranks up there with the horrific day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated.  Continue reading

Recalling love in a 30-yr-old 1-night stand

You wanted more, and I couldn’t give it to you. I was seeking love, romance, and someone I could be committed to. You simply saw me as a “one-night stand.” Someone you enjoyed being with for an hour, a night, or just one day in the life of two ships like us meeting briefly on a night at sea.  Continue reading

Facebook Creativity at my fingertips!

     Writing is good for the soul. It forces a person to be silent and go within, an experience most Americans are usually too afraid to do on a regular basis. But I do it regularly. Yeah, I write little responses to people’s posts on Facebook.

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Joe Hill never died; he went on to organize!

On this Labor Day weekend, I’d like to offer the song “Joe Hill” to all my union-supporting friends and share the story of the man who helped me as a union organizer in what seems like another lifetime ago. Continue reading

Songs offered hope to Vietnam War grunts

Musical refrains from Rock & Roll songs helped get me through the Vietnam War. I didn’t know all the lyrics of the songs, only those short parts where I’d stop what I was doing and raise my voice in unison with the lead singer.  Continue reading

A Day of Kindness follows Dalai Lama

Philadelphia will be offering the world something that two of the planet’s great spiritual leaders wish that all living beings could provide: “a full day of kindness“.

That’s right. My hometown will be the site where Pope Francis and the Dalai Lama will visit in September and October of 2015, bringing their messages of peace and brotherly love to a world that deserves more of each. As part of the once-in-a-lifetime gathering, Philadelphia will sponsor “A Day of Kindness” on Oct. 27th, the three hundred and thirty-third anniversary of the founding of Philadelphia by the Quaker William Penn. Continue reading

A ‘Lot of Heart’ can go a Long Way in Life!

Kids I grew up with in the tough section of North Philadelphia said that I had “a lot of heart.” I cherish that statement more than any I later heard as a teenager, a young adult, or someone older looking back on what made him the proudest in his short lifetime. You’d have a “lot of heart” if you didn’t care for the consequences when sticking up for a black kid when a white “friend” called him the “N” word and then classified you as a “N-gger lover” for coming to his defense.

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Reiki Melts Away Stress Very Handily

     Reiki melts away stress. That’s how it works on me. I feel parts of my body easing up, relaxing, and “collapsing in” on themselves, if that is possible or, rather, imaginable. I liken the feeling to the green-colored Wicked Witch of the West, who, when splashed accidentally with a bucket of water by the Tin Man trying to douse a fire engulfing the Straw Man, the personification of evil in the Merry Old Land of Oz, declares, “I’m melting. I’m melting.” Water melts away the bad, and Dorothy is proclaimed all that is good.

Is stress a necessary evil that needs to be vanquished, as in The Wizard of Oz? Too much stress can kill you. Ask any workaholic if they would love to trade places with someone other than a Type A person just for a few moments to be able to let go of all thoughts, all plans, all machinations of the mind while becoming a Bohemian beach boy or girl with nary a worry or concern for his or her job, reputation, or portfolio.

The busy man or woman controls very little of the mind when the mind wants nothing more than to be busy day in and day out, minute by minute, from one inhalation of the breath to the next exhalation. The “monkey mind” never rests, never relaxes, and continuously swings from one thought to another, adroitly moving from one’s worried past to an anxious future, usually in less time than it takes for me to write these words.

Stress Slows Down with the Help of Reiki

It takes a while for my stress to give in to Reiki. I start by placing both hands over my eyes, with the palms facing down, cradling the top of each nostril. I gently cover the sockets of each eye, allowing the warmth from my hands to “seep” onto the eyes themselves. No one taught me the next technique, but I borrowed what I’ve learned from deep meditation, and I started counting very slowly from one to 20.

I will allow myself to “feel” the warmth, to experience it. I visualize it spreading within the nostrils, behind the eye sockets, and into the sinuses, which are often clogged to a certain degree. “Don’t try,” I’ve cautioned myself at the outset. “Don’t judge.” If I even think of “trying” to get into the meditative state, I’ll never enter it. I refrain from judging how the experience progresses. I achieve this by recalling a period in my life when I was humble, pure, and open to a power greater than myself.

One of those moments was when I was in elementary school. Nuns taught us Catholic boys and girls about the love and compassion of Jesus and how a priest in our religion took on the embodiment of Christ when saying the Mass.

Becoming Child-Like with the Divine

I wanted nothing more in life at that tender age than to offer myself on an altar, serving all for the Greatest Good or some other aspiration my 10-year-old mind could imagine then.

No, I don’t retroactively become a kid again. I become child-like, remembering how I felt in the presence of the divine. You can call this power God, the Force, the Source, or even Mother Earth. But most of us can identify with that goodness that permeates the universe once we take the time to slow down, take notice, and feel its enriching power.

When I tap into that “Total Recall,” an internal tear starts to form. I know I’ve gotten close to this Source when I feel my eyes begin to physically well up. I am that humble servant once again; I’m ready to give my all for the benefit of others, pure in body, spirit and mind.

All Body Parts Begin to Clear Up

It may have taken me as many as 15 full counts before my head begins to clear. I mean that literally. My sinuses loosen up, my jaw unclenches, and my facial skin becomes more placid and looser, if that’s possible. The flesh feels as if it has stopped resisting whatever pressure my mind has created, and it relaxes as if it has fallen asleep, not bothered by any other wants or desires of the many body parts to be constantly “on guard.”

I have willed myself through my regular practice to slow down. I know from experience that the first three attempts at what I call “Deep Breathing,”  are critical, and if I feel that I have shortened myself or if I  might have rushed the process, I’ll gently stop my count, even if it’s gotten as high as 10 or 11, and return to the beginning, recounting the numbers from ground zero.

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Three deep inhalations and even deeper exhalations set into motion what scientists call the parasympathetic nerve system, a system that helps calm the body. Try it. Close your eyes and slowly breathe in, then slowly breathe out, letting the exhalation drift away, get weaker as air dissipates, and you’re near, but not at, the point where you must gasp for another breath.

Do Absolutely Nothing and Just Be for a Moment 

Following the next inhalation, try to halt all breathing for a moment or two or three.

     Do Nothing.

     Simply Be.

Simply exist in that Millisecond of Nothing. Now, let the air slowly leave the body, sensing its departure not only from your nose, throat, and lungs, but also from down deep in the stomach, where you know the deep breathing is doing its best to help calm you down.

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If I got this far – that is, to the count of 15 – and the deep breathing has synchronized with the warmth of my hands and the relaxing of the mind, I can set into motion a notion to “surrender” to the power around me. I use the word surrender, because it reminds me of “giving up,” “letting go,” allowing something or someone other than myself to assume control in the present moment. It is then, I believe, that Reiki showers me with energy, infusing the parts of me that need its care, its comfort, its caress.

I disappear at that point. I don’t sense myself as being separate, alone or alienated from anything around me. My ego has diminished, retreating to the background, and I feel like I am connected more to the world, at one with everything that exists.

Releasing All Thoughts You Hold Onto

Most of my thoughts have faded by now. Oh, they appeared out of nowhere like they normally do, but I’ve gotten used to releasing them, releasing their hold on me, or actually, my “hold onto” them. The secret of meditating while channeling Reiki is to relinquish all thoughts. I let thoughts that mysteriously appear in my consciousness simply drift away without me “grasping” onto them.

They could be the most delicious, thought-provoking, mind-boggling figments of the mind I could possibly imagine. I let them go. I ease them out of the picture of my mind, giving no more attention to them than I would to a slight breeze that we know will eventually nudge away even the largest clouds or groups of cloud thoughts.

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Reiki someone you love unconditionally

Don’t beat up on yourself if you feel a thought is so important that you just have to stay with it for more than a fleeting moment. Let it go. But don’t try too hard, and whatever you do, don’t judge yourself or your effort to release its control over you.

That’s what many of our thoughts do, you know: control us, rather than the other way around. Oh, we control our thoughts when we use them to analyze, categorize, or solve problems, perform tasks, and/or learn information.

But much of the time, our thoughts arise from some subconscious place triggered by something one of our senses has recently come into contact with, reminding us to recall something similar for some reason or another. Aren’t most of these thoughts basically useless? They hinder rather than help what we like to call the “thought process.”

So, when my disciplined mind understands this, it can simply glimpse at thoughts and not make itself a slave to them.

Reiki can Fill Emptiness with Pure Goodness

Reiki, I believe, needs an uncluttered, open field for its drops of energy to seep in and nurture. When I am receptive to its power, it fills up the emptiness with pure goodness. I can feel it gently flowing through my entire body. It’s a relaxing feeling, a calming feeling that allows my mind to place the rest of my body “at ease,” rather than remaining at “attention” like a dutiful soldier does when in the company of a superior officer.

The secondhand posture involves the temple. I place my hands on both sides of my head, partially covering the upper portions of the ears. My fingers bend at the top of my head, almost but not touching.

If I have the slightest headache, Reiki helps cure it. I expose the side of my face to the same process that energizes my eyes, nose, and forehead, gently urging all muscles to de-stress and relax. Once again, I begin the count to 20 while feeling warmth from the palms of my hands spread from the temples to the top of my head and to that area practitioners call the Crown Chakra, the doorway, some say leads to a higher level of consciousness.

Covering the Base of the Skull Is Refreshing

The third spot is one of my favorite areas in which to place my hands. I cover the base of my Skull. My hands overlap as they stretch from the back of the skull across my neck while covering the upper part of the spine. I feel around for that bone connecting my spike to my head, and I get immediate pleasure. My neck always seems to be colder than most other parts of my body.

I guess it’s because it is constantly exposed to the air and is tenderer than my hands. It takes only a few seconds for the heat from the palm of my hands to warm and comfort that more sensitive spot. I can actually feel a softening of my back, a smoothing out, so to speak, of my upper spine. This is the part of the body that controls the nervous system, and if I can calm this down, I can calm down all other parts of myself, including my physical, emotional, and mental states.

I channel this area while sitting or lying on my back. It’s easier for me while stretched out on the floor or a bed as I let my bended elbows rest on the pillow of the floor behind my head. Nothing keeps me away from the restful calm that almost immediately blankets my internal parts. I cannot tell you what transpires along the nervous system, along my spine, but I know innately that it is helpful and . . . dare I say . . . Healing?

Reiki can give your Body a Real ” Tune-Up

I feel this action aids my entire body, refreshing and energizing all the cells within that owe their very livelihood to the smooth and non-stop functioning of the nervous system. I’m simply providing that part of my body’s engine a tune up, a Reiki tune-up that will extend the life of vehicle and help it run a helluva lot smoother.

The fourth head posture is the throat. I cup my hands beneath my chin and surround the front of my neck. If seated at a table, I could very easily support my head by placing my elbows on the table. I can do this for as long as I want with no discomfort at all.

I don’t know much about the Chakra System, but I do believe the Reiki treatments I’ve applied to my throat area have helped me become more sensitive and to communicate more honestly with less influence from my often-strong emotions.

A Practitioner Can Help You with Reiki

There are other positions one can lay their hands on, both the front and back of the body. Those interested should obtain literature on it and/or seek a practitioner who could display them for you.

What I have suggested here is just a small step toward a more enlightened mind on this man’s part, but a giant leap for all mankind toward enlightenment for the universe. I believe Reiki works, and the proof is in my own experience.

Recalling some cool summers in the Army

Summer always served as a “new beginning” for me when I was in the US Army. I got drafted on the Third of June and did my basic training in the hot, dry air of Fort Bragg, North Carolina.

I can’t tell you how many push-ups I did during the two-month training session, as the meanest drill sergeant I ever saw brought fire to my poor soul by running me everywhere and cussing me out to force me into fighting shape.

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Worse was on the hot days when we were forced to carry heavy backpacks as we marched through the hills, and the leader would order us to “double time,” that is, to run with such heavy burdens in the full sun. He’d watch sadistically, just waiting to prey on the first young man to fall out of formation and crash to the side of the path or the roadway.

Those out of shape would be the first to hit the ground from either exhaustion or near heat-stroke. I remember how often I would pray just to hang in there to escape the sergeant’s wrath.

Being Out of Shape Another Summer Day

I made it through Basic without falling out of line, but I remember I was much less fortunate two years later when I had to run three miles without a break. I had been out of shape after serving a year as a training officer in Fort Polk, Louisiana, where I continued to smoke cigarettes and drink on occasion.

I was in near perfect shape when I graduated from Officers Candidate School. That was on August 22, 1969, the summer day just several weeks after Neil Armstrong had walked on the moon. I was awarded with the highest score in my company when scoring “492” in my PT “Physical Training” exercise, failing to reach a perfect 500-score after running a mile in six minutes and 12 seconds. (A 6-minute mile was a perfect score.)

But in order to get into Jump School right before shipping out to Vietnam, I had to run three miles without taking a break. (You see, I wanted to toughen up before hitting the War Zone, and I volunteered to become a Paratrooper and then join the ranks of the elite in becoming an Airborne Ranger.)

Recycled After Failing at a Three-Week Course

I couldn’t stay up with the pack that humid summer day in Fort Benning, Georgia, and I got “recycled,” that is, pushed back until I could attend the next three-week course.

Thankfully, I made it through the next run and jumped for joy in the process, getting “expelled” from a plane in four jumps and even parachuted out from a jet in one exercise. Unfortunately, I hit the ground running on my first jump and was nearly disqualified.

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You were taught to roll when striking the ground, thereby shifting the bulk of your weight away from your legs. I got hurt, but hid the pain from the observer who watched us land. I was lucky to hide the injury to my leg during the next four jumps and qualify for my Wings, the pewter engraved medal worn only by paratroopers.

Becoming a Ranger not Necessary for Combat Duty

I never did become a Ranger. I like to think that the Universe conspired to keep me out of the rigorous program and to preserve my life while leading a group of regular “grunts” who made up my combat platoon. I’m happy to say that no one got killed while I was commanding those troops.

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     Summer hasn’t been the same since I was discharged from the military and came back home from Vietnam on a hot July night. But I’ll remember it every time my leg aches up and I get to tell war stories to family and friends.