Universal Energy

I love the fact that although some truth is Universal, the truth that really makes a difference is the truth that speaks to my heart. There are so many religions, so many paths, even modern spiritual paths- how to "judge" between them?

In my journey, I am accompanied by many wonderful people, often through the books that they have written. There are a few that I regard as spiritual mentors. But aside from the inspiration of their words, the basic practice is always some kind of meditation. For me, that means getting beyond the small me, the ego who wants just to be comfortable.

But until now, I never understood why I was at times drawn to the quiet, introverted writers, and at others to the very active, "change the world" authors.
Just recently I have begun to understand that it is because at different times, I need to grow and to have some particular facet of spirituality emphasized.



I am moving forward, towards wholeness, whether I am comforted by A Course in Miracles, or challenged by Antony Robbins. There is no fundamental conflict.

Alzheimer's- another perspective.

I just watched Kevin Whateley (Lewis) on ITV talking about Alzheimer's disease. One man spoke about the difference the drug Aricept made to his life, basically it restored his memory and has extended his years of "normality." Sadly the cost means that it is no longer available on the NHS for new sufferers.
I don't think that drugs are the answer to everything, but if a drug offers a clear benefit, which as his wife pointed out, is not just for him but for at least 27 people, his brothers, sisters, children and grandchildren, is it not well worth the few pounds each day?
But also, what of those who are not helped by drugs. John Suchet had a nurse to assist him in coming to terms with the gradual loss of the wife he knew. Many people do not have anyone to talk to about the enormous changes that are happening. Someone to confide in, some help with managing stress and enjoying short times of relaxation, seem quite crucial.
I felt, with my father, that although he was lost to me in a way, in another way he was on his own journey and now, after his death, that journey is continuing. Perhaps in a much better way than if he had not gone through the experience of dementia.