Calming Our Emotions Spiritually

[hanushy]

At an energy level, there is still much turbulence on our planet Earth. In the higher realms, the wave patters are smooter and calmer. Part of our purpose on earth is to bring these calmer, smoother energies to the earth plane, assiting in the evolution of matter.
We might feel this turbulence most strongly in our emotions. Learning to calm our emotions is an important step in becoming our Higher Self. Strong and heavy emotions take us out of our peaceful center and make it harder to hear the quiet voice of our higher self (our inner voice). Can you inmagine what your life would be like if you always felt calm, centered and balance? You might still have strong feelings rather than turbulent ones. (We probably wouldn't get mad at the car driver who cut us off the road) and would probably say to him "be careful before you hurt yourself" instead of giving him the finger....I used this as an example..
Emotions focus us in time and space. Our emotions are the fuel that propels our thoughts into manifestation; our feelings of wanting something make it easier to bring into our lives. Though we need to have a feeling about something before we create it, we can create things from possitive, harmonious emotions rather than from negative ones.
Part of our journey into our higher self is to learn to hear and act upon it's guidance. When our emotions are calm, we will hear this guidance mentally, take action, and find our lives flowing smoothly. When we don't follow the whispers and guidance of our higher selves, we may find things growing harder. I like to call that "resistance" or in other words trying to swim against the current, sort of speak. This is also an area where the EGO plays a big role, due to it's own itellectual thinking pattern which has a mind of it's own and does not like to be contradicted. Thus, we may create circumstances that trigger strong and negative emotions. Strong, intense emotions signal us that we are not following the path and guidance of our higher self. The further away from our higher self we are, the harder things become and the more intense and turbulent our emotions may be.
For instance, one man kept having thoughts that he needed to change his job because he hated it. He didn't take action, however, and soon felt increasing resistance about coming to work. He started to feel bored and restless, but still didn't take any action. He disliked his job so much that one day he started to get sick and unable to perform his work. His performace suffered and low and behold he was fired. He inmediately took action and found a wonderful new job. He was amazed! He realized things would have been much easier had he left his old job when he first had the guidance to do so, and he wouldn't have experience so many turbulent emotions.
To grow with joy it is important to follow our inner messages and make small easy changes. Then things will not get so out of balance and trigger such intense unhappy feelings.
When we are feeling a negative emotion about something, we may ask God for the guidance we need to hear in order to make things more smoothly in this area. Thus, every negative emotion signals us that there is a message that we need to pay attention to.



[Edited by nicalove on 10th June 2001 at 23:58]

[Martha_05]

I agree.

[hanushy]

Por leerme..

[marvinguevara]

[quote]Originally posted by nicalove
[b] Learning to calm our emotions is an important step in becoming our Higher Self. Strong and heavy emotions take us out of our peaceful center and make it harder to hear the quiet voice of our higher self (our inner voice).

I think that it is hard to find innerpeace when heavy emotions get the best of us.
Thanks for sharing such words with us, I really enjoyed reading it.

[hanushy]

Thank you for taking the time to reed me and reply.

[Balvarez]

Pero te voy a contar una historia, ya que estas parlando ingles tendre que parlarla en Ingles...trata de pacticar tu espanol mi amor...se que puedes...Sabes que me encanta tu Mex-Nica..jaja..any way here is the story...

I can remember my childhood room. The walls were painted blue and the floor was a plush carpeting of the same color. One of the walls was wallpapered in a sail boat print. This room made me so happy. I was the envy of all the boys in the neighborhood. The room was always filled with lots of toys and fun things to do. The only time that I did not like my room was when I was being punished. It was then that my room became my prison. When I did something wrong I would be forced to sit in my room. It was the loss of freedom that hurt. However, the real pain was the loss of love or at least what I thought was a loss of love. I would sit in my room and count the sail boats on the wall waiting for Dad to decide to love me again and release me from my prison.
The bright blue walls are gone. Now the color resembles a dirty yellowing white like a hundred smokers took a cigarette break in my six by nine foot cell. Three of the walls are made of cement block. There are two hundred and sixteen blocks that make up my walls. Although the drab paint is many layers thick, I can still count each and every block, which is something I do daily. I look at each block as I call out its number, a ritual that I have performed each and every day since I have been sentenced here. Two thousand one hundred and ninety times I have counted the blocks in the walls.
The floor is a concrete slab; no plush carpeting here. It is stained a black mildew color. The floor and the walls are always cold. I don't believe the temperature ever changes in here. I always feel damp and cold as I sit here all alone, all alone in my cell. I can remember with a smile Mom always saying to me, "Son, get your slippers on you'll catch your death." What an understatement that is in here. I sure do miss her. It has been fifty two thousand five hundred and sixty hours since our last visit.
The fourth wall is a little different; it is made of solid steel. This wall holds my only window. My only view of the outside world. It is a long narrow window I would say is roughly five shoes high and one large hand wide. It does not open. Then again rarely does the door. This two inch thick glass is what I call my window to my world. Through it I can view the other ten feet of my existence, five feet to the left and five feet to the right.
When I was first punished I sat here wondering how long it would be before God would love me again and give me back my freedom. Then one day, as I was counting my blocks, I started to remember things about my boyhood room. During my childhood, as I sat in my room, I was thankful I had so much that Dad had given me, such as a remote controlled car and lots of games to make me think. Now in here I began to ask myself what I could be thankful for. I took notice of the company I shared my cell with. "Ha," you say, I have gone mad being in solitary. I am not mad. I have a family of ants for company! This I am thankful for. Yes, unless you are all alone and kept out of touch it is hard to realize what a blessing and how good it is just to see something living, even something as simple as an everyday ant.
In the morning, I save sugar from my meal to feed them, when they come for there daily visit with me. But their visit is only for a few short hours. One day, I noticed how hard the ants worked carrying their sugar away. I said to myself, "I don't have to carry my food. God gives it to me everyday here in my room." One day during a rain I thought the ants house outside is getting wet, yet my cell is dry and I have a soft bed and blanket. I've read about people in foreign lands that are refugees with nowhere to sleep and nothing to eat and think how blessed I am.
As a child I came to realize that I was a loved son. Dad only punished me so I would learn that my wrongs hurt the good he tried to give me. Now as an adult, yet a child of God locked in my cell, God has shown me that I have been given so much. Yet out there I lived too fast to see it. Too fast to eat a hot comida. Too fast to write a letter home. Too fast to appreciate a living creature like an ant. Now I see how blessed I am, a loving family waiting for me at home just as my heavenly family and God waits for me.

Simplistic gratitude. To you I say look at my simplistic gratitude and realize just how much you have to be thankful for: your job, your house, freedom to walk in the sunshine, the smile of your loved ones and freedom to attend church and sing. In my cell there is only me and my ant friends to attend church on Sunday. No songs to hear, no smiling faces to see. I read bible verses to them. We pray for a better world and finally have supper together before they leave for the night. Then here I sit all alone in my cell.
Take a moment and reflect on all your heavenly father has blessed you with for he really has blessed you even if you are in the same position I am. Maybe, just maybe, my position is even better than yours. For you may not have enough to eat or a place to sleep or have not taken the time to look at the love and blessings of God.
Nota:
If this is the case, and your earthly life seams too hard or complicated, I pray for you that God will send you a smile and a simple blessing. Even if it is just an ant.

[marvinguevara]

Hi, Nicoya. What you wrote reminded me of one of my favorite books call "Simple Abundance" by Sarah Ban Breathnach. It is a daybook to find comfort and joy in all the simple and yet wonderful things in our life. It is also a book that takes you day by day to an inner journey. In the introduction, the author starts with a great quote by Margaret Young:

"Often people attempt to live their lives backwards: they try to have more things,
or more money, in order to do more of what they want so that they will be happier.
The way it works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, do what you
need to do, in order to have what you want."

In order words, the journey stars by going inside ourselves and by enjoying what we have to be able to then go out and search for what we want.

I hope you are all fine. CUIDENSE!