What if I only want to fall off of the bridge once?

By Lynne Cory

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What if in each one of our many past lives we have ended them in a different way to learn about various death experiences?

What if I have fallen down a steep ravine, been slowly poisoned, been shot by 16 arrows, had a bear kill me, been in a fatal car crash and jumped off of a cliff?

What if it would be a waste of my time to die in the same way twice?

What if you can’t see yourself?

By Lynne Cory

15563283_sWhat if I was listening to an angry person all red-faced and screaming, describing another person who they felt was angry a lot of the time? Are they not similar?

What if through the whole tirade I listened quietly and agreed with their thoughts and was proud of myself because maybe all of my old anger is drifting away?

What if I am taking my college final?

By Lynne Cory

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What if as we get closer to the end of the year, our year’s lessons reappear, sometimes in a tougher form, enabling us to validate whether we have grown and learned?

What if my lesson is anger and many angry people appear on my path but I bless them and walk on?  What if, this year, I am learning judgment or frustration or boundaries?

What if your mom was a mean heroin addict?

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By Lynne Cory

What if your parents were the worst parents in the world and you copied them and went down their path of hardship, struggle, poor health, pain and misery?

What if because of how you watched their experience, you went in the opposite direction and became an amazing parent and your children grew and flourished?

What if there is not a right way or a wrong way to live our lives and each way is the way we need to experience this lifetime for our highest growth?

What if I saw Babe Ruth?

By Lynne Cory

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What if I was in meditation and asked for a spiritual guide to come forward into my inner vision and the guide came in as a wise man in flowing purple robes or a fuzzy polar bear or a man in an old baseball uniform or an angel in a gossamer gown or a stately Indian Chief or Winnie the Pooh?

What if I am the one creating how they look and they appeared in a way that I needed them to be?

What if I need to watch the water level?

By Lynne Cory

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What if giving love or time or things without receiving is like having a big pot of water? What if I only pour out the water and share it and never replace any, and soon I will have nothing to give and will be a useless pot to everyone including myself?

What if  the balance of giving and receiving is vital to survival?

What if the aliens took me away?

By Lynne Cory

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What if I am too shy to say what I really want to say to you or I feel that you are too tough to hear it?

What if I make it humorous by saying, “In case I am attacked by aliens I want to let you know how much I love you, how proud I am of you, how much I value your friendship, etc.”?

What if they laugh but they hear you?

John Edwards

What if I wanted to pull your hair out?

By Lynne Cory

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What if one day, I started to feel a huge anger overtaking me? First, I remembered a miserable dispatcher who had worked for us for too long, who was unnecessarily abusive to all of us but always showed a fake “sweet face” to my husband who could not understand the problem. Next, there was our crooked partner who started to embezzle from us almost from her first day and would show teenage anger and pout and cry if we asked any questions.

What if I saw myself taking them both by the hair and kicking them out of the front gate?

What if I realized that the person I was really mad at was ME because instead of standing up for myself, I had taken way too long to do anything about these teachers who were trying to make me stronger?

What if they threw it away?

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By Lynne Cory                           True Story

What if my friend found a kitten in the garbage can?

What if she saved it and took it home and spoiled it and loved it and it was the best animal she ever knew?

What if there are no coincidences and this was the perfect path chosen to get this little animal to this loving safe home?                                    Evelyn S.

What if I speak with a macaw?

By Lynne Cory

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What if it is possible for all of us to speak with animals if we just quiet our minds and listen? Each morning I ask my bird if she wants to go outside and a yes or a no comes clearly to the left front side of my head. I ask my dog if he likes this new brand of food and he answers. I spoke with a customer, holding a small dog, who talked non stop for 10 minutes and I could hear the dog saying, “She never stops talking and I am gaining weight from the noise.”

What if “everything” has a voice?