What if they were misdiagnosed?

By Lynne Cory

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What if there are 1000s of brilliant children coming to the planet who have amazing gifts that many are not prepared to see? What if some call them Indigo children but they are also called Autistic or Bipolar? What if they KNOW things that many of us do not? What if these “special needs” children really have special gifts? What if we are the ones who need to learn to understand them?

What if we are way behind the times?

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By Lynne Cory

What if our new iPads, iPhones and iPods are amusing to other planets? We think we are on the cutting edge but they do not need these instruments to communicate. What if we began to practice speaking telepathically with each other as other worlds do? What if we began with the people in our homes and then cities and on from there? What if our communication became pure?

What if a candy bar changed our friendship?

By Lynne Cory

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What if I buy you lunch six times in a row and then we go to the gas station and you go in to buy a candy bar and I ask for one also but when I get to the counter, you have paid for yours and picked out mine and left it for me to pay for with my gas?

What if you were teaching me “boundaries” and I finally got it?

What if I just can’t seem to get there?

By Lynne Cory

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What if, for many people, the energy on our planet is similar to being trapped in an “undertow” where the only way to save ourselves is to swim parallel to the shore and float when we are tired?

What if I can see my goal and have been working hard for years to reach it and I just need to keep focused and float (relax) until the tide washes me in to shore?

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What if he should write a book?

By Lynne Cory

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What if the majority of us are doing the wrong job?

What if the football coach would rather be a forest ranger and the hairdresser would prefer to decorate homes and the chef would rather teach sailing and the doctor dreams of being a scientist for space travel?

What if we began to quietly shift to our dream job until we got there? Perhaps we could begin taking classes or volunteering on our days off.

What if I am borrowing the house?

By Lynne Cory

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What if nothing we believe we own is really ours?

What if the Universe is loaning us the land and the house and the car and the family and the business and we get to use and enjoy and learn and care for these things until we die?

What if then the Universe distributes them to other people who can best enjoy and learn from them?

What if you are wearing stupid pants?

By Lynne Cory

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What if anger is a belief that others should do and say and believe and live and work and act and vote and speak and dress and behave and eat as I do so that I will be happy?

What if they can never live up to my expectations and I will live longer and better and healthier if I just let it go and allow everyone to be themselves?

What if I took up pole dancing?

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By Lynne Cory

What if because of my upbringing, I have spent my life trying to be the best child, student, employee, friend, spouse and parent to everyone in my life? What if because I felt that if I did not please you I would die, I know nothing about how to make myself happy? What if it is OK to have chaos around me and be happy doing what I enjoy? What if what I want from you is what I need to give myself first?     for Debbie M.

What if we talk more now?

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By Lynne Cory

Recently my beloved grandson left the planet in an auto accident and he has been communicating with me on a daily basis.

What if the static on the phone or the cigarette odor or the orbs of light floating in the dark room or the cologne smell or the feathers all around or the coins on the ground are all messages from my boy? What if I can now sit with a pen in my hand and watch as he sends messages to my paper? What if this is becoming so prevalent that I am amused by his power of communication and my sadness is lifting? What if he has returned to his normal state and I can walk and talk with him whenever? What if I KNOW that he is OK?