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VOD: Amy Poehler’s Emotional Speech About Helping Orphans

“Close your eyes,” Amy Poehler says during her Variety Power of Women speech. Then she asks the audience to imagine their children, or themselves as children and think of the things that made them feel warm, safe and okay.

Poehler was giving the speech in celebration of her work with the Worldwide Orphan Foundation, the non-profit founded by Dr. Jane Aronson to raise awareness and help the millions of orphans around the world. The Variety honor comes after Poehler teamed up with Mad Men’s Jon Hamm to host an “Emmy Losers” party that raised over $30,000 for WWO.

“There are children in this world who have nothing,” Poehler continues, her voice starting to break, “So who are we to be in this room and to be living this life without helping them?”

Amy Poehler is already a winner of the great human being award for her comedy and work for women’s rights. This speech puts her on another level thought. It is not only motivation to care about orphaned children less unfortunate than us, but she encourages everyone to use their privileges to help others. “It’s great for your skin, and makes your ass smaller,” she jokes (speaking to the Hollywood crowd of course). It’s a message we can all take home and put into practice.

What causes are close to your heart like the WWO is for Amy? Who do you plan to help today? Share in the comments below!

How A Pumpkin Spice Latte is Changing the World

Screen shot 2013-09-29 at 10.32.32 PMOn the day she died Alyssa O’Neill asked her parents to take her to Starbucks to get a pumpkin spice latte. A few hours later the teenage girl died unexpectedly from an epileptic seizure. Two days after her funeral Alyssa’s parents went to Starbucks and ordered a pumpkin spice latte for everyone in the store – asking that the employees put Alyssa’s initials AJO on every cup.

The gesture has sparked a “pay it forward” global phenomenon. The local news, and then the internet, got word of what Alyssa’s parents had done and why. Soon after people began buying more pumpkin spice lattes for strangers, paying overdue invoices, and countless other good deeds tagged with #AJO. ¬†Even NFL Hall of Famer Dan Marino has tweeted his support of #AJO. Alyssa’s good will moniker has trended on Twitter and even made it’s way overseas. You can see how widespread the campaign has gotten on the AJO Facebook page.

Watch the video below of a touching tribute to Alyssa her high school did during their “AJO Night.”

Alyssa had been living with her epilepsy diagnosis for over a year when she died. She had plans to be a nurse when she grew up to help those afflicted with the same disease. While Alyssa’s death is a tragic loss, she is still inspiring others to help each other and make the world a better place.

Have you AJO’d anyone? Spread Alyssa’s positive message and your thoughts in the comments below!¬†

We See A World


Thursday, 10/6

A Vision for Helpfulness

“We see a world where people are helping each other; where we are open at all times to support others and give assistance to whoever needs it with whatever they need it for.

We see helpfulness being the watchword of the day so that when we meet someone new our first and foremost inclination is to help them. Can you imagine it – because if you can, you can create it! For, it leads us to a world where we truly care about one another; where we are grateful to each other for the help we've received; and where we are all expressing a willingness to serve our fellow travelers.

With an attitude such as this we've charted a course that will, most assuredly bring us peace of mind and the experience of Oneness with All That Is.”

–The Intenders for the Highest Good; Vision Alignment Project

Steve Farrell

Humanity's Team World Wide Coordinating Director

Helping and Human Kindness on the City Bus

Riding public transportation to work can not only reduce your carbon footprint, it can provide one with interesting observations of human behavior.  In watching people riding the city bus, I immediately become aware of a culture of helping behavior that I don’t see in other places.  I experience a sense of camaraderie and community and feel more joined with humankind on the bus.  This is great contrast to the battle against my fellow citizens I engage in when I try to fight my way through traffic to drive to work.

I can’t say this happens in every town or city.  I can only post my own experiences.  I would love to hear from other people using public transportation to know if this is local or universal.  When I ride the bus I find myself joined together with my fellow passengers and even the bus driver.  We work together to get everyone where they need to go.  This is a great divergence from when I drive my car to work.  Then I feel as if I am in a battle against the other drivers, fighting to get where I am going and fighting to protect myself from them and the traffic in general.  The bus experience is quite different. 

Helping Behavior

One day an elderly woman with a cane attempted to rise from her seat just as the bus driver hit the gas.  She lurched forward to fall, and would have, except every hand around her reached out to steady her and a call went out, "Hey!" to the bus driver to ease up until she could right herself.  He carefully steadied the bus and with the help of many hands she righted herself – without a bump or a bruise.  There was no ill will toward the bus driver.  It was simply assumed, correctly, that he wasn’t aware that she had stood up.  We all worked together with the bus driver to steady her and then continued on our merry way.  With the exception of the outcry to the bus driver no other words were spoken.  None were necessary.  I have witnessed this many times with elderly passengers, and also with children who suddenly found themselves lurched forward or backward.  Every hand reaches out to catch them and return them safely to their parent. 

Passengers with disabilities are handled with equal care.  A blind gentleman gets on at the same place every morning and departs at the same place downtown.  The bus driver opens the door and asks, "1M?", referring to the number of the bus.  I never thought about it.  A blind person cannot read the lighted panels on the front and side of the bus which identify it.  The bus driver does think about it.   The blind man enters, tells the driver where he wants to get off and the other passengers quietly guide him to an empty seat.  Again, no words or spoken or gratitude required.  It’s simply something that is done.  He and another passenger discuss what kind of music they are listening to in their headsets as we continue on.  One day when we reached his stop the driver was distracted by traffic and forgot to let him off.  Another regular passenger knew he got off at that street and gently prompted the driver that it was time to let the man off.  Once again there was no criticism or ill will toward the driver.  He so cosistently remembers to let the man off every morning everyone assumed it was an innocent oversight – and so it was. 

I see this happen in a lot of situations.  When a passenger pulls the cord to indicate they want off at the next stop and the driver passes it by the passengers unite again.  Everyone sends up a unanimous but gentle "Hey!" to nudge the driver and he immediately stops and lets the passenger off.  If someone is trying to exit through the back door and there are too many people blocking the driver’s view so he cannot see them the call rises up, "Back Door!".  If a passenger is late for the bus and running to catch it the call goes out, "Hey, someone’s coming!" and the driver stops to wait for them.  But these calls to the driver do not feel like admonitions.  They are the passengers and the driver working together to make sure everyone gets where they are going.  The drivers do not take offense and respond immediately.  The passengers are not being criticial, they are merely trying to help out.

Passengers seem to have a lot of good will toward the bus drivers, and rightly so.  Most of the drivers are very compassionate of their passengers and work very hard to take care of them.  They answer endless questions about routes, schedules and how to get from one place to another with patience and detail that amaze me.  If a drunk or disorderly passenger gets on who disrupts travel or makes the journey unsafe the driver will intervene to have the person removed from the bus to keep the passengers safe.  Yet the same drivers show an amazing amount of tolerance for slightly inebriated folks who aren’t causing problems, homeless passengers and mentally ill passengers who might be acting out their psychosis but are otherwise harmless.  The drivers seem to take special care of the elderly, the disabled and children.  My morning driver picks up a young girl going to school every morning.  The driver greatly dislikes having passengers stand behind her when there are available seats and will gently shoo them away – except for the young girl.  Every morning when we approach the girl’s stop the driver looks for her.  "Where is my student?" she asks if the girl is absent.  Or, "there is my student" when the girl is there.  The girl quietly takes her place directly behind the driver’s seat and they move off in silence.  When we reach the school the driver lets her out and quietly waits until the girl clears the school yard fence.  I wish the girl’s mother knew how carefully her child was watched over by this driver. 

Passengers also work together to help each other reach their destinations.  You can ask most anyone on the bus; how to catch another bus, where the transfer terminal is, where to get off to get to the HEB (our local grocery store chain) or any other business along the way.  At Halloween a young couple was trying to locate the costume shop, "Lucy in Disguise with Diamonds".  (Yes, it is as cool as its name.)  I saw four different people on the bus help them find the right street.  No thank yous were necessary.  It is simply what is done.  It’s a given.

The Regulars

As I continued to watch the regular passengers I noticed something else.  New passengers on the bus may be somewhat talkative, trying to learn how to use their bus pass or get the right route.  But once they learn the system they seem to divide into two categories:  introverts and extroverts.  There are introverts and extroverts in any population.  But in other populations they are not usually so aware or so courteous of each other.  The bus population seems to accomodate both gracefully.  Introverts can be easily identified because they have something attached to them to identify them:  a book, a laptop, a puzzle book or headphones.  Extroverts are missing this paraphernalia.  Introverts are drawn to introverts and extroverts seek extroverts.  As an introvert, when I enter the bus I scan for someone with introvert paraphernalia, sit down next to them and open up my book.  I see other introverts doing the same and usually find someone with introvert paraphernalia sitting next to me.  I assume extroverts do the same because I see them seeking out and sitting next to each other to chat.  Regulars who are extroverts will even try to save the seat next to them for their friend that gets on at the next stop so they can catch up on the latest news. 

Now here is the interesting part.  Both introverts and extroverts cohabitate peacefully on the bus.  Extroverts chat, but they do so at a level that is very quiet and peaceful to an introvert – at least for this one.  As I’m riding along I’m aware of quiet conversations bubbling all around me like a brook, but their words are not loud enough to jar my senses or disturb my reading.  A babbling brook of language ripples around me and soothes my strained nerves.  And everyday is different.  This afternoon there was the usual strong undercurrent of English with rivulets of Chinese, Vietnamese, Spanish and German.  This quiet stream of dialogue washes over me and lulls me into a calm and quiet place.  Unlike extrovert "yakking" which usually grates on an introvert’s nerves, the extroverts on the bus seem to be modulating their conversations to a peaceful hum.  It actually contributes to the calm instead of disturbing it.  

Another fascinating thing is watching people become regulars.  If they are introverts they may start off talking, but they quickly pick up on the wonderful opportunity the bus provides to indulge their introversion.  People who began empty handed soon start sporting the traditional introvert paraphernalia and gratefully sink down into one of the bus’ seats to relish the next 45 minutes of indulging their own thoughts.  Whether they are writing, reading, listening or puzzling they guard that intellectual space.  They purposefully sit next to another introvert in order to keep the quiet around them.  I remember watching a woman who sat next to state employee who could talk non-stop.  She listened patiently morning after morning.  One day she did not show up and I later found out she began going at a different time.  But she was different now.  She came braced with a Suduko puzzle, buried her head in it and enjoyed the time on the bus languishing in her puzzle.  People on the bus seem to become aware of the pleasure of wandering around in your own head, devoid of the hustle and bustle of modern life and its constant demands upon our attention.  I know I personally resent having to drive to work now.  I look forward to the 45 minutes it takes to get to work instead of resenting it because I get to sink into that interesting book I haven’t had the time to read.  I also have time to think, ponder, wander and dream.  I sometimes take notes on articles for this blog.  I sometimes turn on the mp3 and just listen.  I sometimes open the book (to send off those introvert vibes) but just stare out the window and daydream.  What used to be an exercise in extreme frustration (driving in rush hour traffic) has now become the most mentally healing part of my day.

Dealing with Problems

The bus is not Nirvana and problems do arise.  But problems are few and far between.  In fact, everyone on the bus shows a great deal of tolerance for everyone else, as long as they are not making the bus unsafe.  Then the driver and passengers unite again – to restore safety.  I once saw a man trying to start a fight with another passenger and becoming more and more irate.  The bus driver stopped the bus and refused to move until he got off.  The passengers gently, but unanimously, joined with the driver in asking the man to get off.  One spoke up and said, "You know you don’t want him to call the police, man.  Get off the bus."  I was surprised at the lack of intolerance or self-righteousness with which the event took place.  No one disparaged the guy, called him names or got ugly with him.  No one was loud or aggressive.  They simply came together to let him know that he had stepped over the line.  After the man got off, no one was snickering or making rude comments.  No one judged him.  They quietly went back to chatting or reading or listening to their music.

Another incident involved a cell phone user, of course.  A young woman got on the bus yakking on her cell phone.  An older woman near the middle of the bus had been chatting peacefully with her fellow passenger about the Pecan Street festival until the cell phone user got on.  The older woman’s rather bizarre makeup, dress and speech patterns indicated some form of mental illness, but she was pleasant and cheerful and her seatmate appeared to be enjoying the conversation.  The cell phone girl starting chatting loudly about various mundane topics including the fact that she was on the bus, where the bus was on its route, what she was going to cook for dinner, etc., etc.  The normal hum of the bus was interrupted by this mind numbing dialogue conducted at full volume.  This chatter apparently annoyed at least one other patron.  I know that because the mentally ill woman suddenly started screaming, "WHY DON’T YOU STOP YAKKING AWAY ON THAT DAMNED PHONE???  NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR THE BORING DETAILS OF YOUR PERSONAL LIFE!!!   I CAN’T EVEN HEAR THE THOUGHTS INSIDE MY OWN HEAD OVER HERE!!!)  The chastened cell phone girl stood, stunned, then ended the call and sat down.  I looked around to see covert smiles of gratitude from other passengers being sent over to the mentally ill woman.  For my own part I was jealous.  I wish I had had the courage to say what she did.  Not to scream it, perhaps, but at least say it.  Mental illness can be rather freeing, you know?  The mentally ill woman had the courage to say what everyone else was thinking and by speaking up had ended an annoyance.  Quiet conversations resumed, music in headphones was turned back down and books were reopened.  And an entire bus quietly smiled to itself.  She was Queen for a Day.  At least on the 1M. 

You can read more of my articles about mental health issues on my blog at:  www.kellevision.com.



Time Well Spent: Volunteering in the Foster Care System

Time is a commodity.  It’s been compared with money.  We only have so much of it in this lifetime, so time is precious.  And how we spend our time says a lot about what is important to us.  Recently I’ve had a big change in where I’ve been finding my time spent – and it has surprised me, in many wonderful ways.

I’ve done the career thing, a couple of times over in a couple of different incarnations.  And I’ve done the mom thing – wholeheartedly: from carpools and karate, to homework and heartache and everything in between.  And all along the way I’ve been involved with some kind of service.  But it was always secondary to the job, or the kids, because there is only so much time to go around, especially for a working mom.

When my boys left for college I found myself with time on my hands.  This is something that hasn’t happened since I gave birth.  Yes, I’ve still got work, but a person can only sit in front of a computer for so many hours a day without going crazy!  I decided to volunteer at a group foster home.

The process for this is quite extensive.  I had to go through security clearance, including fingerprinting and a TB test.  And I also had to go through training.  It took a couple of months for all the paperwork to go through, but now I’m officially a volunteer.  And I love it! 

In the past, when I’ve volunteered it was all about making gift baskets for silent auctions, going to lunch meetings, and selling raffle tickets to raise money for the organization.  I wanted to contribute in a different way, to actually work with the kids.  In one of my work incarnations I was a modeling school teacher, so I have experience working with teen girls.  This population is the most “at-risk” in the foster care world and I felt it was a place where I could make some sort of a difference.  At this particular foster home, there are 14 teen girls who live on campus.

A group foster home is often the last stop for kids.  At this point they have nowhere else to go.  Most of them are there through no fault of their own.  If they have parents, their parents are abusive, addicted to drugs, or in jail.  Or they are simply unable to cope with the difficulties that their child is going through.  Most of the kids are SED, or severely emotionally disturbed.  This foster home has family outreach, and things like parenting classes, with the goal of bringing the family back together again.  But the reality is that just about 3% of the kids who arrive at group homes eventually return to a healthy family situation.

I waltzed in to the girls cottage thinking this was going to be fun, that the girls would be happy to see me, and that we’d have tea parties and book clubs.  I quickly learned to not have any expectations, or any particular plans, and to just be present for whatever needs they had at the moment.  One of the staff members told me that these kids are like porcupines.  They are withdrawn, and suspicious, and have their spikes up to protect themselves.  You need to approach cautiously, and gently.  And when a porcupine throws out a spike, you can’t be surprised, or angry, because it’s just the nature of the animal.  With everything these kids have been through in their young lives, it is completely understandable for them to be on guard.

Where we started to bond was in the kitchen.  These girls need their spirits to be fed, and sometimes the best way to do that is by starting with their stomachs.  Group homes aren’t known for their gourmet cuisine, and the weekend dinners are the most dreaded of all the meals.  By cooking together, good wholesome meals with lots of fresh vegetables, we were able to fill up the cottage with yummy smells that made the place feel much more like a home than an institution.  While cooking we can talk amongst the activity, so there are no awkward pauses.  And we have a mutual goal that we accomplish together, something tangible to both serve and enjoy in a delicious meal.

I’ve been going up there every Sunday to make dinner with the girls.  And I find that during the week, I miss them, so I’m up there at least a couple of times in the afternoons just to hang out, help them with their projects, and generally be available.  I’ve given them books, and DVDs, and I bring fresh fruit for after school snacks.  But what they really appreciate, more than anything, is my time.  It’s just the being there that really makes a difference.  And as time goes on, I’m discovering that more and more, this is where I am choosing to spend my time.  Vedic philosophy says that the three most important things we can give our children are attention, affection, and time.  The children in the foster care system are starved for all three.  And this is something that any of us can provide without spending a dime.

As I learn more about how everything works with foster care, I’m finding more ways that those of us who want to help can really make a difference.

Right now there are more than 780,000 children in the United States who are in the foster care system because they are unable to live safely at home.  Most of these children are there through no fault of their own, but because their parents can’t, or won’t, take care of them.  The children often have difficulty trusting people, and making lasting relationships because so many strangers come in and out of their lives: police officers, lawyers, judges, therapists, social workers, and foster parents.  If they are placed in a group home, there is also several different staff throughout the week to watch over the kids.  They can be moved from home to home, and school to school, with little or no notice.  It can be daunting, and even scary for a child.

Thankfully, there is a volunteer organization called CASA: Court Appointed Special Advocates for Children.  CASA volunteers are appointed by judges to look out for specific children in the overburdened legal and social service system.  These volunteers make sure that the children’s needs are being met, that they aren’t getting lost in the system, or languishing in a group or foster home that is not appropriate for them.  The CASA stays with the child until the case is closed, and the child is placed in a safe, permanent home.  Because foster kids move around so much, many times the CASA volunteer is the one constant adult presence, the one adult they can count on to care for them, and advocate for them.  The CASA volunteer really gives the child a voice, by speaking on the child’s behalf in the courtroom and in team meetings so that the needs of the child are addressed and met.

If you have some time to spend, and you want to make a lifelong difference for a child who really needs your help, consider volunteering in a foster home.  Or even better, consider becoming a CASA.  Last year, more than 68,000 CASA volunteers served more than 240,000 abused and neglected children through 1,018 program offices.  CASA volunteers have helped more than two million children since the program was established in 1977.  Currently there are not enough CASA volunteers to go around.  Statistics show that children with a CASA volunteer are far more likely to find the services and resources they need and go on to lead successful and productive lives.  Now can’t we all consider that to be time well spent?

For more information, visit the CASA website: nationalcasa.org

Persuading Others


How does one go about trying to persuade others to awaken their spirit, and to pursue enlightenment – if those that one wishes to help are too stubborn and egotistical to allow themselves to be helped?
You don’t need to try to persuade anyone to awaken their spirit. It has to emerge on its own terms in its own time for it to be an authentic awakening. Have faith in each person’s connection to their truth and light. That connection is their path, and no matter how helpful you think your ideas are, if they are not appropriately supportive of their own spiritual connection, then you are actually doing them a disservice. Rather than see them as stubborn and egotistical because they are not interested in your message at this time, see them as following the path that is right and necessary for them.
I remember a quote from the Sufi Al-Hallaj that might apply here. He said,
I have meditated on the different religions, endeavoring to understand them and I have found that they stem from a single principle with numerous ramifications. Do not therefore ask a man to adopt a particular religion (rather than another), for this would separate him from the fundamental principle; it is this principle itself which must come to seek him; in it are all the heights and all the meanings elucidated; then he will understand them.


to honour myself today

I honoured myself today

by going to the gym

by being calm for my son before he had an exam

I honoured myself when I responded kindly to a friends desperate text message

I honoured myself when I gave an extra 5-10 minutes chat time to another friend who needed to talk

I honoured myself as I sat typing this and had a nice cup of tea (and it is only 10 oclock)

I honoured myself when I rejected a neighbours invite for coffee. No, I don’t feel like it, I am honouring myself by staying home and doing the things I need to do (strimming the edges of the garden, revising for an exam).

I intend to recognise the moments I am honouring myself and to be grateful for how far I have come.

I intend to go out to the garden, strim the edges and sit on my newly acquired garden chair whilst reading my book for my exam next Tuesday in London (hopefully the tube strike will have been resolved by then).

Thank you for reading and I hope you too will find ways to honour yourselves and share your knowledge.

Peace and light, power and strength of love eternal



Checking In: Friday, April 24, 2009

@ 5:50 AM ~ It is still dark outside, but the light is on inside here and I have a lone candle lit by me. It has begun to rain and that was a bit of a surprise for me, especially when it was actually hot just a day of so before. Strange weather systems in these troubled times.

Today is a Friday. For many working class people Friday is a day they look forward to because it means the end of the work week for them. As for myself I work on Saturdays at the local Salvation Army Emergency Shelter called the ‘Center of Hope’ in downtown Sacramento as a Counselor and Case Worker, plus, I am the Housing Coordinator. Although I was given the fancy Job Title of Housing Specialist I do not consider myself one and am certainly not paid what a real Housing Specialist would receive. I do a lot of multi-tasking at work and perform in different roles depending on what needs to be done in a given work situation. Sometimes I man the Front Desk while our regular monitor goes on a break or takes his lunch, sometimes I take out the trash. No decent work is above me.

We need to reexamine the notion of work and our perspective towards it. Huey Newton, a co-founder of the Black Panther Party, once described work as ‘meaningful play’. I do not know exactly where he got that idea from but Huey was a genius in his own way and I learned much from him and others of those times.

To me, a genius is an historical being who brings about an essential change in society that helps all of us, not merely someone who is smart. Edison is credited with inventing the light bulk and was considered a genius of his time, but no one who claims to have invented the light bulb today would be considered in the same light. One is a genius for and in a given historical period.

I prefer doing direct one-on-one counseling, letting the being speak share and listening with an open mind without judgment of condemnation, then working together on the deeper spiritual issues involved that hinder their spiritual growth and personal happiness. Many life-problems, when we dig down deep enough, are revealed as spiritual issues and are actually spiritual in nature. Thus there is a great need for true spiritual healing!

In general, I enjoy my job because it involves working with homeless people, helping them to cope with their homelessness and guiding them into a better understanding of the root reasons as to why they are homeless in the first place in order to avoid chronic homelessness.

According to HUD a working definition of a chronically homeless person is “either (1) an unaccompanied disabled individual who has been continuously homeless for over a year or more, OR (2) an unaccompanied individual with a disabling condition who has had at least four episodes of homeless in the past three years.

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We should also expand our consciousness as to what a real home is for us all. It is more than being inside with a roof over our heads to protect us from the elements or the dangers outside. A home is a sanctuary where we are safe, secure and stable in our spirit. We belong there and feel best there because we are safe at home, it is where we live, where we eat, where we practice our practices, work on our hobbies, where we prepare meals, eat, sleep and enjoy our living alive,

@ 9:50 PM ~ I had a good day and feel I made a real difference. Remarkably it became a really beautiful sunny day with blue skies later this morning.

This evening, my Amigo Joe aka: Tio Toro went over to Detox to chair a meeting for Hermano Enrique up on North Fifth Street. Detox is officially called the Comprehensive Alcoholism and Treatment Center. It is where people are taken by the police paddy wagon if they are caught being drunk in public for a three-day hold where they can detox for a time before they are released back out into the streets. Actual detox can take a lot longer and it takes more than achieving a state of sobriety, but also involves cleaning up from the toxins and poisons on the inside in the physical sense, though there are mental-spiritual poisons that also need purging in a wholistic process of detoxication.

Toro usually chairs the Friday evening A.A. Meeting at Sally’s, but since Enrique had asked him to Chair the Detox Junta I had a new client named John H. strong in his recovery, Secretary the Meeting. It was John’s first time and he rose up to the situation.

Later on, @8:00 PM we had our first Recovery Meeting here at Globe Mills ~ a large senior housing building where I live near Downtown Sacramento. There is a big problem with drug abuse here among some of the residents that is often kept behind closed doors. Several of us tenants were present who had heard about and there was no set agenda.

Our Property Manager was suppose to be there to lead us into it but I think she wisely decided not to be there as her very presence could have been an inhibiting factor for people wanting to open up about their situation in relation to drugs and/or alcohol.

There was one Brother Tony who is interested in an N.A. 12-Steps approach and may Secretary a Friday Evening Meeting, another Brother Dwight who is into A.A. who may host an A.A. Meeting and myself who will Secretary a CASA 12-Steps Meeting on Tuesday Evenings @ 7:00 PM.

CASA means ‘house’ in English and is an acronym for Christians Against Substance Addiction. CASA is a progressive Christian Recovery 12-Steps Group with related Biblical Scriptures. CASA started out at Sally’s over ten years ago and still holds Open Meetings every Sunday @ 7 PM.

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Since I live here I feel an obligation to help combat drug abuse among tenants and provide a local ‘in-house’ group that tenants can attend on a regular basis. Considering that I work with many people with alcohol-drug backgrounds all week at my usual place of employment, I was unsure about starting up a CASA 12-Steps Meeting here at Globe Mills, but considering the lack of attendance and commitment this evening I feel a calling to start up a new CASA Meeting here now mainly for the residents who can benefit in different ways.

Naturally my Group will have an emphasis on spiritual healing, plus offer mutual help and moral support group for elderly residents here. Once again, there is a lot more involved here than only helping to encourage people to stay straight for their own health care and progressive recovery. We aim to help create spiritual healing and ultimately bring about spiritual liberty.

We will see how it develops as time goes by. Being a constant gardener I can cultivate another resident to help with it all and let nature take its course. We must plant the seeds, care and nurture the garden and let the light of the sun do the work!

Spirituality for Kids – International Director of Development Philippe van den Bossche

Spirituality for Kids – a unique educational program for children and parents. Spirituality for Kids is dedicated to bringing the principles of sharing, caring, tolerance, human dignity, and proactive behavior to children of all backgrounds. His personal mission is to affect and change the world by empowering children to become confident, happy and healthy human beings. They teach at risk families new life skills. "Through our programs", says Rebekah Hoyle, "children aged 6 to 18 and their parents learn and use principles that create positive transformation in their lives and eventually in the world we all share". Listen to the full interview at: http://www.bradleyquick.com/category/spirituality-for-kids



  On this ocasion I will talk on the behalf of many people. I’m just the designated spoke person today. Yesterday I prayed for some pounds of ideas, but God sent me tons of them. If we are spiritual beings having human experiences then we are mentally and spiritually conected, so what is good for me is also good for many other human beings. As I’ve already told you I asked God for some ideas for next year and He sent me an avalanche of them.Please help me out! Here are some of the topics:















The rise of civilizations has been achieved thanks to the vision and commitment of very few natural born leaders and not by many people. These people had ambition and lacked selfshiness. A lot of human beings got a lot of advantages and benefits due to the  constant actions of these remarkable men and women.Adversity became their allies. The more challenges they faced, the more wonderful useful ideas they carried out successfully because they had to use more often the power of their mental process called imagination never forgetting God’s inspired ideas.

  Great civilizations fell down because there was a proliferation of greedy people, lazy people, and procrastinators. So once in a while a cleansing has been necessary.

 Just recently I ‘ve imagined what would our lives have been liked if instead of using the wheel in transportation somebody had invented insect like vehicles that wouldn’t have needed paved roads because they would’ve moved by mechanical legs using muscle power or another type of energy, thus the use of gasoline wouldn’t be needed at all. Our Global Village faces great issues, but I see them as golden growing opportunities given by people around our world.What do you think humankind should do?I’m just setting the example of a very simple idea. In case this post finds echoe then it means that our united efforts we can indeed succeed today, and if we succed today then we can be triumphant tommorrow.



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