I had five minutes in the library last week to choose some books before they closed for lunch. This is a good tactic for procrastinators – I’m just as happy with my choices as I would have been if I’d spent 40 minutes wandering through the shelves.
Actually, I don’t know that for a fact at all. For all I know I missed the book that would Change My Life.
"How to Meet Mr Right from the depths of your armchair", "Make Shed-Loads of Money Watching Coronation Street" or even "How I Lost 50 Pounds eating Cadburys Twirls". You never know, do you? And that in itself is a blessing.
Anyway, I found Mia Dolan’s first book, "Mia’s Gift" which I read in a couple of nights under the duvet and which would convince anyone who needed convincing, that this life we each have at the moment is only a part of who and what we really are. Mia is far from your image of a typical psychic and her own, at times difficult, story is well interwoven with the many examples of her psychic power.
I also picked up another book that I’ve been avoiding since it was published a couple of years ago.
There were lots of good reasons why I didn’t want to read "The Cosmic Ordering Service". Initially it was because I didn’t understand the title. Sad, I know, but I just didn’t get that it meant placing an order with the universe; I thought it was to do with putting the cosmos in some order. (From time to time my brain seems to go down a comprehension cul-de-sac and fall asleep).
Then, it was a skinny little thing. I’ve never liked skinny little books because I’d have them read before breakfast. And it felt a bit like a poor man’s "Ask and It is Given" which is meaty and inspiring.
Then there was that testimonial from Noel Edmonds on the cover. If you can call "It’s Fantastic" a testimonial. I’ve nursed a minor grudge against Noel ever since that time I met him at an Elton John concert. Hammersmith Odeon, 1976. I was delighted to see him and thought he’d be up for a friendly chat but he was a big star by then and clearly, talking to drunken 16 year olds wasn’t part of the plan.
If I’m honest though, I was pleased that he made a come-back after many years wandering in the wilderness, I always like to see someone prove that there’s life after death.
I think Noel attributed his successful return to public favour to this book and I still wasn’t interested enough to buy it.
However, it’s a decent little book, I’ve discovered since picking it up from the library, especially when read in conjunction with all the other Attraction stuff I focus on. And I was particularly taken with the author’s remedy for inner peace, discovered via her Aunty Martha’s doctor, and which idea I suspect he nicked off me as I’ve been doing it for several years now.
For me, it started about eight years ago on the platform of Rush railway station every morning at 7.20am. I’d park my car, stop for a quick chat with Gerry in the ticket office, then walk down the platform to the exact spot I knew the train door would stop.
On the way down I would have to pass a woman of Gargantuan proportions who had been the town-crier in a previous life. Not only did she know everything about everything, she considered it her duty to assail the ears of every long-suffering commuter with the benefit of her wisdom.
Sometimes, to my horror, she’d end up in the same carriage as me and her strident voice would carry down to my end where it would punch me in the ears all the way into town.
I began to harbour dark thoughts about cutting her tongue out and flinging it to the birds as we chugged alongside Malahide marina but even that vileness didn’t make me feel too much better.
One day I decided to take the opposite tactic. Instead of walking down the platform, grimacing in her direction and raising my eyes heavenward, I decided to start blessing her and saying a quiet prayer for her. If I found myself in the same carriage as her I would visualise a golden light bathing her in goodness and love.
I began to see she was doing her best; just someone completely different from me, but no less good all the same.
I don’t think she ever quietened down. What I know for sure though is that as I started loving her, my stress levels went right down and I stopped feeling angry, anxious and stressed on my journeys to and from work.
One day I noticed that she was often met on the station platform after work by her husband and children. They’d be standing waiting patiently to see what carriage she was in and then the kids would run to meet her. Not quite sure what his story was. Maybe he was deaf. But in fairness, he too looked pleased to see her.
The whole episode made me more accepting of other people’s failings, not to mention my own.
Now Barbel Mohr talks about Aunty Martha who went to see her doctor with various minor ailments and he told her the only thing wrong with her was her mental state. His prescription was for her to start loving – not just other people but herself too.
The doc made a good point when she said some people were impossible to love. He said "If you were trapped in an elevator with your worst enemy for an entire day and he told you his life story, then you could love even him".
Martha started saying "Peace be with you" in her head or under her breath every time someone got on her nerves. She said it a lot. Small miracles began occurring. Annoying people became easier to deal with. They started loving her back.
Barbel Mohr tried it herself. It worked for her too. Actually, she’s quite funny with her stories. A yuppie gets on her train. Here, she tells it better than I do.
He arranges himself on his seat in a stereotypically yuppie way. Cool posture, eyebrows positioned in a way that says "I am a slightly stressed but terribly important manager". One hand rests on his waist, the other, indicating extreme concentration, at the forehead… With increasing disgust I study his arrogant and uniquely dumb facial expression…
…If you think I am supposed to accept him the way he is, then I need a little help. That is too much to ask!
I really put some effort into this monumental task. "Peace be with you, you idiot". Umm, say again: "Peace be with you, arrogant bozo". Shit! I cannot get rid of this feeling of disgust.
But she has a brainwave. Starts to see him as an actor playing a yuppie, rather than a real one, and within moments she is looking at him with awe and admiration, delighted with his acting talents.
While reading this, and remembering my own take on this, of blessing the people who annoy the shite out of me, I realise I’ve not been doing much of this recently. Not so long ago I’d be adding a new person daily to my prayer list but there’s been a dearth of annoying people in my life in 2008. It’s all this abundance stuff you know. It ends up that you just can’t help loving people; and then, if you’re lucky, you even end up loving yourself.