May 2010 - Lekatt Thoughtful Living

Self Acceptance

Our unique physical shells?
Can be our own personal hells?

When we let the perceptions of others?
Over ride our own wise inner druthers??

And we cater to their perspectives?
Forgetting our own objectives??

Being blind to our true inherent beauty?
And neglecting our purpose and duty??

Or reasons that we chose our shells ?
To experience all within these cells??

Including the ability to see beyond?
The temporals of worldly brawn??

So please remember this truth?
We are more than this physical booth??

Let not the opinions of another?
Be the cause of our souls smother??

Or prevent us from living our life?
To our soul’s wondrous learning delight??

So please be kind to our precious selves?
And see the grandeur inside exterior shells??

Encased within all are chosen temporal cloaks?
Magnificently created by the Master’s strokes.

Thanks for reading, hugs,

Gisl

The Drunk

Do not touch the embers of the fire,
it could result in something dire.
But if you’re full of coke and rum,
you’ll never know you cooked your thumb.

(For an explanation of this catagory, and the letters posted here, go to the first post in this catagory).
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Thanks for the excellent videos on suicide. I’m a psychologist, I did lose one client to suicide. It was horrifying, all those attempts she made, all those calls at all hours, all that agony. Her life was pain. Period.

I felt incompetent and inept, which I surely was. I know you cannot stop someone who is DETERMINED to kill him/herself, but if you are a therapist, you hope you can, oh, I don’t know. I guess it’s a fantasy of power, keeping someone from suicide.

Her suicide was 3 years ago, if I correctly recall, after I quit seeing her, and tried to refer her to someone more experienced. I was an intern and wasn’t even a doctor yet. As I gained my understanding of how little I could do, I felt more and more helpless. And yes, frustrated. I had SUCH a passion to help this lovely, intelligent, good-hearted young woman. I believed I could help her, when many before me had failed. Finally, my supervisor told me I had to refer her to someone else. It was painful and a relief. And THAT made me feel guilty.

In fact, I will never stop feeling guilty about it. I go through periods where I think about her and think, if only I had ______. I had told her about NDEs and how people say if you have a successful suicide, you have to go back and finish your life. She said she believed this because of her religion.

I’m rambling. I apologize. I do wish to tell you that your videos about suicide were helpful to me. I look forward to my own death, I have a selfish need to see her again and learn from her experience.

Be well.

A Love Story

Our existence is an endless LOVE story
With remembrance ever within of heavens glory
It did not start just when we were born
But forever prior to this physical adorn

We were but the happiest angelic souls
Creating joy amongst siblings love patrol
Making music for our heavenly choirs
Spreading rapturous glee with loving inspires

Then we noticed the sadness within humanity
We saw the hurtful chaos and relentless insanity
It tore at our hearts weighing our souls down
So folding our wings to earthbound we were found

We wanted humanity to know and remember too
To remind all of LOVE prior to such grievous askew
So we agreed with our Creator to this journey here
To create a joyous earth dwelling like our heavenly sphere

So this is our joyous task and thats why we’re here
It is LOVE we are here for sweet beloved siblings dear
Matters not how difficult our journeys please understand
Its always been a LOVE story from beginning to never end.

Gisl

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