A Gnostic Tale 

(Following is one version of the story. In other versions, the prince is a boy, the son of the king of kings, who is sent to Egypt to retrieve a pearl from a serpent. During his quest, he is seduced by the people and forgets his origins. When the boy received a letter from his father, the king of kings, he remembers who he is, retrieves the pearl, and returns home.)

One day the great King of Heaven decided to send his beloved son, the prince, on a sacred mission to earth to find and bring back understanding of the Pearl of Great Price.

While in his mother’s womb he repeats to himself over and over that when he is born, he will not forget who he is and why he has come to earth.

However, at the moment of his birth, he does forget both his mission and his royal origins. As the world’s sights and sounds engulf him, he cries out in sorrow, “Alas! Alas! I have forgotten!” According to legend, this is the secret meaning behind every newborn infant’s cry.

Drawn to the world’s attractions, the prince becomes accustomed to this alien land and finally comes to believe it is the only home he has ever known.

Time passes. The prince marries, has children, and indulges in the age-old labors and pleasures of human existence, all the while remaining in a state of spiritual forgetfulness.

Decades go by. Then in his fortieth year, a milestone age for spiritual awakening, the King of Heaven sends his son a message: “Remember, seek, struggle, accomplish, return.”

But the prince pays no attention. He is too immersed in life. So, the King sends the message again, this time in a different form. Again, it is ignored.

Message after message is sent from the King of Heaven to the prince over a period of years, or if you will, over a period of lifetimes.

Gradually the prince begins to comprehend the meaning of these heavenly dispatches and to recognize their urgency. After much hesitation and many slips and falls, he answers his father’s call, finds the Pearl of Great Price—his spiritual nature—and returns home from exile.

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Piper’s Mom’s Home

Sometimes my mom disappears. She always comes back. When she does, I’m ready for her.

I say hello-hello-hello to her as soon as I hear the garage door open. I keep saying hello-hello-hello until she’s all the way inside the house. That’s when she pets me on top of the head. And tells me she loves me. That makes me feel good.

I have to sniff her all over. I have to make sure she wasn’t with any other dogs. Or cats. Or any other animals. Sometimes she smells funny. Sometimes she smells really good. She smells like my treats. She always takes me to the pet store with her. So how could she smell like my treats? I start to ask her. She moves. I have to follow her.

She goes into the kitchen. That’s where she keeps my food. I already had breakfast. Is it dinner time? I lick her legs. She leans down and pets me. I like the rubs around my face and all the way down my back to my tail. It feels so good. Sometimes it even makes me forget about food.

She moves again. Now she’s right next to the treat box. I lick Mom’s legs some more. She tastes good. Even if she doesn’t taste like my treats. She tastes like Mom. I like that.

I wish my mom would never ever go away. I guess it’s okay ‘cause she always comes home to me. That makes me so happy. My mom being home. I’m happy even if she doesn’t have treats. Or taste like them.

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Are You an Old Soul or a Young Soul?

For years I heard people talk about old souls and young souls and I didn’t pay much attention. What did it matter how old or young a soul was?

As I’ve contemplated the age of a soul and why it matters, I’ve come to better understand our human species. This understanding has not only given me greater knowledge of my life and chosen path but it has also given me more compassion for others. I hope it does the same for you.

What I’ve learned is that there are basically four stages of soul development, and these stages correspond to four stages of human development. New souls are like babies and toddlers; young souls are like teenage and young adults; mature souls are like adults; and old souls are like seniors.

This is NOT a hierarchy. No soul is better than another. The same is true of human life. Adults are not better than toddlers; they have just been around longer and may know something about life that a younger soul has not yet learned. Our soul age depends on how many lives we’ve lived and how we’ve grown.

We all grow at our own pace. What one soul learns in one lifetime may take another multiple lifetimes to learn.

Also, there are NO evil souls. There are, however, evil acts, which may be committed out of ignorance. We must love the soul while at the same time holding the human responsible for the acts of evil.

Keep in mind that we all go through the stages of human development so we may see an old soul in a toddler’s human expression or a new soul in a senior citizen. Also, each stage of development is on a continuum, so we see different phases of each stage of development. For example, a highly developed old soul will express differently than a newly developing old soul.

Here are the four stages of soul development and what I see as the general characteristics of each stage:

New souls

New souls are often charming and full of smiles, yet the depth of emotion is shallow. Emotions need time to grow and emerge. New souls are learning what huma life is all about. At this stage, life is all about them. They are inherently selfish, risk takers, and may not understand the consequences of their actions. They are often hurt and defensive. They have difficulty seeing the other’s point of view. They can be quite stubborn and may have explosive tempers.

Their gift to the world is their innocence and the ability to see beauty in everyone. Their challenge is to not let the world jade them and to allow their innocence to eventually mature into understanding and discernment as they grow.

Young souls

Young souls are often confused about the world around them. Emotions are raw and confusing and may be all over the place. They are often defensive and refuse to accept – or even hear – another’s opinion. They have a need to be right.

It is a time of exploring and developing the human nature. They are sensitive but it is not the sensitivity of the old soul. At this stage, the sensitivity is feeling the other is either all for them or against them. They lash out or pull inwardly and shut down. Guidance is needed but often rejected or even resented. Like new souls, young souls are inherently selfish, risk takers, and may not understand the consequences of their actions.

Their gift to the world is their energy. So much is new and exciting. Their challenge is to know there is a tomorrow and to use their energy constructively in their lives and in the world and to grow from selfishness to selflessness.

Mature souls

Mature souls see the top of the mountain but are not yet able to see to the other side. Still ego based, there’s more climbing to take place. They have given up the squabbles and are learning discernment, yet they are not fully aware of how their words and actions affect others. They are the doers who build steel bridges but not always bridges among people.

Their gift to the world is that they are the brick and mortar that hold societies together; they do the work to keep life in movement. Their challenge is awareness, to open their eyes and hearts to see beyond their own small world into the greater world and the beauty of its diversity.

Old souls

Old souls are only about 17 to 20 percent of the population. These are the spiritual leaders, the bodhisattvas who walk away from Nirvana to return to human form to help others. These are the sensitive ones, the empaths whose lives are devoted to being of service to others. The old souls among us help to raise the consciousness of all of us. Old souls have some of the most difficult lives. They have taken on the world’s deepest wounds to create patterns of healing for others to follow. They need time alone but also may need time among people.

Their gift to the world is the love they live through their thoughts, words, and actions. Their challenge is to shed the ego and live from the spiritual self and to remain deeply sensitive in an insensitive world and mature to where they are able to use their sensitivity to help others rather than against themselves. 

Once we understand that people may be new to this planet and acting out of their highest knowledge, it’s easier to accept them even if we do not accept or understand their acts. Wherever we are – new soul, young soul, mature soul, or old soul – we are all doing our best. Hold us accountable for our acts and help us grow . . . and love us as a soul.

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Living Life as a Prayer

For years my prayer was to live my life as a prayer. It took many more years to come to understand what that meant, and had I known, I just might not have prayed so hard . .  . or even prayed that prayer at all. Yet I’m deeply grateful I did.

Although I can’t say that I live my life as a prayer all the time, what I can say is that I’ve come to some glimpse of understanding of what it means to live my life as a prayer, and in those precious moments of grace, I feel the beauty and experience the divine ecstasy of Being, and it brings me to my knees in gratitude.

What does it mean to live life as a prayer? It means seeing the Beloved in everyone by looking beyond the human flaws and seeing the other’s spirit. It means knowing the other is there because we have called them to us to help us heal worn-out patterns and move into a greater self. It means having reverence for all nature and respect for all beings. It means finding sheer joy in the simple movement of every day and living with gratitude for that which is. It means living with compassion instead of anger, trust instead of fear, and truth instead of drama. It means living and breathing and being Love.

It means living fully the human experience from the deeper spirit with a profound knowing that all life is unfolding as it is to unfold, and although we may not understand the bigger story and may even suffer in our not understanding, we know, we know there is something so much greater than we are at this moment and we are content to sit quietly within this great mystery and just be full and complete.

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When Mom Goes Away

Sometimes my mom goes away. And she doesn’t take me with her! How can she do that?

I tell her it makes me so sad. Then I walk her over to the treat box. That’s when I smile and tell her a treat will make me happy. She always gives me a big treat.

My favorite treat is peanut butter inside a bone. I lick and lick to get all the peanut butter out. Well, maybe my favorite is a chewy bone. I can eat the whole thing. I lick and lick and lick and chew and chew and chew. Or, maybe my favorite is the peanut butter doggy cookie. Or the…gosh, I love all my treats.

It takes a long time to eat my treat. After that I always take a nap. I sleep and sleep. And I dream about the treat I just ate. And maybe Mom will give me a treat when she gets home. And she’ll give me pets too. Lots of pets and cuddles.

I’d wake up if a burglar tried to break in. Or if someone rang the doorbell. But no burglars ever come. That makes Mom happy. And the doorbell hardly ever rings. I don’t even get to bark at the cars and delivery trucks driving down the road. I can’t hear them. They’re too far away. That’s ‘cause the road is far away. It’s all the way at the end of our long, long country lane.

So, I just eat my treat and sleep. There’s not much else to do. At least not until Mom comes home. Maybe I’ll even get another treat then.

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Intuition

At the deepest levels of ourselves we are wise. When we listen to our inner stirrings, we know how to live good and enriched lives. We understand the meaning of our lives and the purpose of our service to all humanity.

When we follow the urgings of our inner voice, we flow through life with grace and alertness to our surroundings. From the mundane (Which line is the quickest?) to the profound (What is my calling?) our intuition, at the very least, helps us know ourselves more intimately.

 Intuition developed may allow us to touch the very essence of the luminous, mystical experience.

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You Matter

Every breath you take,

every sound you make,

every word you say,

every way you play,

every time you’re glad,

every time you’re sad,

every way you feel,

every thing you heal,

every thing you do,

be true to you.

You matter.

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Piper Get a Little Jealous

Mom’s giving Lily all the attention. Well, maybe not all. We are still playing ball and she’s still feeding me and petting me and giving me treats and talking to me. But, Lily’s getting more attention. Maybe that’s ‘cause Lily’s sick.

It’s hard having a sick sister. Some days Lily acts normal. Some days all she’ll do is curl up and sleep. Cats do that a lot anyway. But this is different.

Some days Lily won’t eat. On the days she does eat, Mom feeds her more. All day long. Geez! I wish Mom fed me all day like that. I have to just watch Lily getting all that food.

And I’m not allowed to bother her. Geez! All I want to do is sniff her. You know where. Lily doesn’t like that. But what about when Lily stands on the table and looks down at me in my bed and stares and stares at me. That’s when Mom watches me really, really close. “Piper, ignore her,” Mom says. Geez Mom!

Guess being sick isn’t any fun. But it’s not any fun having a sick sister either. I mean it’s not only that she gets more attention. It’s that…it’s that. Well, it’s that I’m sad that Lily’s sick. I don’t want her to be sick. It’s not fair. She shouldn’t be sick. It’s no fun being sick.

I wish she’d get well.

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Accepting Change and the Yin-Yang

Change is difficult for many of us to accept. Too often change means loss and in our Western culture we’d rather only experience that which makes us happy. We want the up without the down.

The seemingly opposites of life are actually complementary to one another. There is no up without the down, no depth of shadow on a summer lawn without sunlight, no knowledge of happiness without knowing its opposite.

There is a wonderful story from the mythology of China that teaches us about both sides of life–the yin-yang. It is the story of Chang’e,who became Goddess of the Moon and her husband Houyi the Archer and Sun God. According to legend, Chang’e and her husband Houyi were immortals who lived in heaven and enjoyed all the privileges of that life. One day the ten sons of the Jade Emperor transformed into ten suns. Their intensity began to scorch Earth and her people.

Unsuccessful in stopping his sons, the Emperor summoned Houyi the archer, who used his skills to send an arrow to nine of the sons, but spared the tenth, so Earth would have warmth and light. Although the Emperor was pleased that Earth was no longer burning, he was not happy to lose nine of his sons. Instead of being rewarded for saving Earth, Houyi was punished. He and his wife Chang’e were banished from heaven and forced to live as mortals on Earth.

Chang’e, being the goddess that she was, did not accept this change gracefully.  When Houyi saw how miserable his wife was over the loss of her immortality, he being the hero that he was, left his home and began a quest for the fabled Pill of Immortality, so they could once again become immortal and live in heaven.

After a long and dangerous journey, Houyi finally came to the home of the Queen Mother of the West and Goddess of longevity and eternal bliss. As she gave him the Pill of Immortality, she cautioned him to give half the pill to Chang’e and for him to take half. “To take more than half is dangerous,” the great queen and goddess warned.

Houyi returned home from his adventure and stored the Pill of Immortality in a beautiful case. He showed the case to Chang’e but warned her to not open it while he was out attending to business.  Well, you can imagine how curious Chang’e became. Here was this beautiful case with something mysterious inside. She held the case in her hand as though she could discern what was inside just by holding it. Finally, she could stand it no longer, and opened the case only to find not a rare gem or pearl, but a simple pill.

She took the pill out to examine it, touched it to her tongue just to see what it tasted like, and just at that very moment Houyi opened the door. Chang’e panicked and accidentally swallowed the entire pill. Immediately she began to float upward . . . higher and higher and higher. Houyi took out his bow and arrow and started to shoot her down, but he could not bear to harm her, so he let her continue to float, and she floated all the way to the moon.

This is the way Chang’e came to represent the moon and Houyi the sun, the yin-yang, linked opposites that create the whole.

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Piper Has a Brother

I have a brother. Mom says he’s fairy-oral. That means he’s wild.

He has his own house and bed. It’s on the front porch. Mom made him a house before he was born. His mom came to my Mom for help. She was going to have baby kittens.

Mom called her Joey. When the babies came, Mom named them too. There was Magic and Andy. There was a third kitty, but she left pretty soon for the rainbow bridge. Guess she didn’t like it here.

They lived here before I did. I know about them because Mom tells me the story. She said Magic went away too. For a long time. Then she came back. But Andy was mean to her. So Mom made Magic a house on the back deck. That way Andy would leave her alone.

Magic stayed for a long time. But she went away one day and didn’t come back.

Joey left for the rainbow bridge before Magic. She was Daisy’s friend. So she had to go ahead of Daisy to help her.

Daisy is my angel. I see her all the time. Sometimes I see Joey with her. She’s all black. Magic is gray. I never see her. Just Joey. And Daisy of course.

And I see Andy. He’s the easiest to see. That’s ‘cause he lives on the front porch. And he goes for walks with us. We only get to walk part way down the lane when he’s with us. Mom says that’s because he’s not allowed to go to the road.

I can walk all the way to the road with Mom when Andy isn’t with us. I can even cross the road to the other side. That’s where the mailbox is. I have to wear my leash when we cross the road. Mom says that makes me safer.

Andy doesn’t have a leash. Maybe that’s why he’s not allowed down by the road.

Sometimes I like that he walks with us. Sometimes he’s just a pest and I don’t like him around. Guess that’s the way it is with brothers.

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