What if I gave you my red Chanel bag?

By Lynne Cory

What if the more I give to others the happier I find I am becoming?

What if I give of my time or my love or some material object or my listening ear or my comforting thoughts and this makes a difference to the receiver?

What if it takes a little effort to give these things, perhaps I am short on time or really love the material thing, but I find that the outcome of my happiness far exceeds the gift?

What if we are tied together?

By Lynne Cory

What if I did something that hurt you and I did not have the self confidence to apologize and this kept us in each others’ energy in a negative and wearing way?

What if I started my apology in a letter that I did not send or in a meditation where we spoke from our hearts?

What if I surrounded us both with love?

What if soon I was able to speak verbally?

 

What if I want a tuna and olive sandwich?

By Lynne Cory                                    True Story

What if I was in line at the deli with three people ahead of me and a man behind me began standing close to my left shoulder and every step forward we took he moved 2 steps forward until he jumped right in front of me?

What if at first I was shocked and then began looking around for the TV cameras because I felt like this must be “Punked,” and then I decided that he must be the most perfectly rude man that I had ever seen? It was like looking at a rare flower.

What if now that I have lately encountered a few rude people and not gotten angry, my lesson is complete and there will rarely be a rude person who crosses my path?

 

What if I held on to my tongue with both hands?

By Lynne Cory

What if a woman I traveled with had said some exceptionally cruel things about another of our fellow travelers?

What if I knew that if I repeated her words, she would be alienated from the whole group?

What if I was having a hard time holding on to these telling words?

What if I saw myself open my mouth and watched as the angels came in and vacuumed all of the negativity off of my tongue?

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What if his nose kept on growing?

By Lynne Cory

What if he was surrounded by people he felt he could not trust?

What if he lied constantly and was in the vibration of distrust and it could be no other way?

What if truth was his major lesson this time?

What if he tried the truth and failed a few times just as we do in riding a new bike?

What if he could finally tell the truth and found he would not die and honorable people began to surround him?

What if her nose was “in the air”?

By Lynne Cory

What if I have an acquaintance who was accomplishing many great things but she was giving off the vibration of a “know-it-all” and I was repelled by her energy?

What if I gave her some “heartfelt” praise about her wonderful accomplishments and watched with amazement as she became fun and friendly and showed her heart to me?

What if I acknowledged one who needed acknowledgment?

What if I missed a HUGE pothole?

By Lynne Cory

What if each morning I asked my angels to surround and protect me throughout my day? What if because of this, I did not even see the mugger who passed me and looked at someone else or the car that veered out of control after I drove by or many other averted catastrophes?

What if my days are uneventful because “they” are working diligently behind the scenes?

What if I walked around to your side of the table?

By Lynne Cory

What if before I judged another person, I tried to see their point of view?

What if another person is cranky but he is facing a serious surgery and is scared?

What if she seems distant and rude but actually is going into hibernation to protect her soul as her child has gotten into serious trouble or someone she loves has recently died?

What if they behave differently than I do when they encounter scary or sad situations and are doing the best they can?

What if I am right and you are wrong?

By Lynne Cory

What if different religions and spiritual practices preach that everyone in our group who does it our way will be saved but all of you outsiders will have to fend for yourselves when the end is near and you probably won’t make it?

What kind of compassion is that?

What if they are judgmental because they only like others to do it their way?

What if I am being judgmental because I only want others to do it my way?

What if there is a magical place where everyone is welcome as we each have gifts and talents to offer this planet?

What if her frown turned upside down?

By Lynne Cory

What if I watch sadly as she finds the worst in every situation and notice that she is beginning to make herself chronically sick?

What if she is invested in her misery and can only see sadness and worry everywhere she looks? What if we get what we expect, so she is never disappointed?

What if as I am noticing her misery, I am just like her – noticing misery? I get what I expect so I am never disappointed.

What if I see her glorious and happy and send love and joy her way?

What if she can no longer be around me as our vibrations are so different?

What if “they” are trying to help me?

By Lynne Cory

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What if the Universe can see around the corner and knows what is the best way for me to go to get to my desired destination?

What if I am headed in the wrong direction and it gives me me a little nudge, and then a poke and then a hard push (maybe a slight illness) and finally a punch (a serious accident) and it continues to get worse until I begin to listen? Maybe I never listen and die?

 

 

What if they changed their focus?

By Lynne Cory

What if the “newscasters” begin to realize that their following is drastically declining and discover that many of us are tired of their negativity filled with fear?

What if for their “bottom line” they decide to start introducing more heartwarming stories and after awhile we begin to drift back to hear what they are saying?

What if I failed at the Post Office?

By Lynne Cory                                        True Story

What if I rushed into the post office to ask for the mail in my post office box which I have had for 30 years and found myself fifth in line? At the counter was a rather raggedy looking, 30’ish woman attempting to mail two letters that seemed very important for 75 cents each, but she had no money and was asking them to use her credit card which would not go through for $1.50 so she asked to try two separate transactions but even at 75 cents there was no success and she left feeling embarrassed and disappointed. What if I just stood there like a dummy when I could have run to my car and easily gotten $1.50 to help her?

What if all of us that day were in the presence of an angel testing our compassion and kindness and we all failed?