(Unlucky for some) YOU AND PRAYER
Just a joke. Prayer is never unlucky. Prayer is blessed. I find many people, particularly in my country (which by the way is not very religious) are put off by the term prayer. They associate it with ‘The Lords Prayer’, God, Christianity, Religion and weakness. (Perhaps the compulsory prayers of childhood and school don’t help. Too often we are told to do things without appropriate explanations and understanding).
Usually when talking with my peers and offering certain advice (help) (which is seldom appreciated) I might say “Have you tried asking for help?” rather than “Have you tried praying?” Some of the looks I have received! But I persevere. I find these words better received than ‘praying’
It was not that long ago I shared some of these feelings so I understand exactly where my friends, associates are. I say to them praying is only asking for help. You don’t have to put your hands together, you don’t have to show any kind of forced respect. You can ask the question in your mind rather than aloud. You don’t even have to believe it will be answered (that there’s anybody out there). I don’t know if anybody has listened to me and tried it. (I hope so)
From my experience prayers are always answered. It truly is a kind of magic. I talk to ‘my boys’ as I call them (my guides) regularly. Not everyday but whenever I am really stuck and am not sure of the direction to go. I don’t like bothering them unnecessarily, which I’m sure is foolishness on my part. They’ve never let me down. (‘Boys’ by the way is just a silly affectionate term of my own. There is no sex with Spirit or God).
I have been told that when communicating with God that instead of asking for help you should thank God, knowing your request has already been granted. I don’t normally go that high. I usually work through my guides but one time recently when one of the hedgehogs in my garden had been killed on the road alongside my drive I was so distraught I went straight to the top and thanked God for sending me another. Sure enough 2 days later another was loose on my lawn.
I should add I have owned my present home for 16 years and have seen hedgehogs only this last year. They are so decimated and endangered because they have no road sense and awareness (My heart goes out to them).
There is so much proven evidence of the power of prayer and group prayer appears to increase a prayer’s energy, that it is amazing my country is where it is. Because of our history I think anything to do with God and Religion seems to leave most of us cold. We certainly don’t want anybody preaching to us.
I feel duty bound to try and help – there is a conflict of interests here. I am not religious in any way and have never been. Over the last ten years I have become more and more spiritual to the point where I perceive this world illusional and that world real and yet I know so little about that world (only what I’ve read in terms of what it’s like and every account different) I don’t worry. I’ll be back soon enough and then I’ll remember again.
I hate to give advice when I’m not following it enough myself but here I go. I think prayer is very important and we should do it every day (preferably when we’re not tired and falling asleep) if only for a very few minutes (even two minutes). There must be someone (something) in your life in difficulties, having a very hard time and the power of your prayers will help them. Energy will be sent, help will be given. I don’t want to be audacious and tell you how to pray – that choice is yours and yours alone – but I like to ask for someone’s highest good. Not all suffering and dying is unintended. Much of it is part of our bigger picture, our natural plan which we are not privy to here and much of our life here is one of lessons (or potential lessons). Sometimes illness and death are as much a part of our natural reality as being born. We grieve here too much. We are eternal, the other path is beautiful, what need of grief. I am not trying to judge. We feel a deep loss when we lose our loved ones in the physical and that’s how it should be but we don’t need to feel sorry for them. They’re doing better than us. They’re back home.
When I was younger and life was throwing up a few hurdles to get over I often knew when my Mum had been praying for me. My journey was suddenly lighter, easier and I noticed. (I tend to notice unusual things.) I would ask her. “Mum, have you been praying for me?” She would always answer in the affirmative. The odd thing was that at that time I had no spiritual beliefs, no belief in God and assumed you lived, died and it all ended (like a flower). Yet I knew when my Mum was praying for me. The power of prayer – enough said.