Beyond Common Sense...

Written by Terry Dashner

The Limits of Common Sense…

Terry Dashner…………….Faith Fellowship Church PO Box 1586 Broken Arrow, OK 74013

I was taught to value common sense. My roots are small town, lower middle-class American fromrepparttar heart of America—Oklahoma. My dad was a WWII veteran who had seen action inrepparttar 138824 South Pacific and claimed he made it throughrepparttar 138825 war byrepparttar 138826 grace of God and his ability to use his natural wits. My Mother was from a family of nine brothers and sisters, who grew up in a country home without electricity and without indoor facilities. They had a path-and-a-half that led to an outhouse, a good distance fromrepparttar 138827 house.

Pragmatism was honorable andrepparttar 138828 way to “make it” inrepparttar 138829 rough-and-tumble world outside. Pragmatism was known by many names inrepparttar 138830 Dashner home—good-ole-common-horse-sense, good-sense, level-headedness, and common-smarts, to name some ofrepparttar 138831 more commonly used. And much pride went into addressingrepparttar 138832 pundit’s paradoxes,repparttar 138833 intellectual’s conundrums, and academia’s curricula with a home-spun wisdom that kept life simple. After all, isn’t life supposed to be simple?

Throughrepparttar 138834 years my pragmatism has rescued me, on more than one occasion, while serving inrepparttar 138835 military and municipal law enforcement. I’m glad for my contributions to country and community by way ofrepparttar 138836 common man’s wit. But to be perfectly honest, I must admit that there is more to living than just being practical. Listen please.

I agree with Socrates. Our most practical need in life is to be more than a pragmatist. I believerepparttar 138837 words of Jesus who said that man shall not live by bread alone. Yes, there is more to living than bread. As a matter of fact, Jesus also said that it would profit man very little to gainrepparttar 138838 whole world—all it offers—and lose his own soul. Or in other words, man was created for a higher purpose. Man should not live by his natural wits alone, while ignoringrepparttar 138839 deeper issues of life beyond this life.

The Body-Temple, A Song of Glory

Written by Judith Pennington

One ofrepparttar most fascinating stories I've ever heard came from a respected psychic teacher who received a phone call from a man in a hospital to have both feet amputated. The psychic wasn't given this information, but intuitively heardrepparttar 138721 man's feet complain that he never let them rest. Knowing this to be true,repparttar 138722 man promised to change jobs and his feet, deciding to trust him, healed immediately.

I read an equally amazing story about an elderly tabby cat, Richie, onrepparttar 138723 verge of death from a large malignant tumor between his eyes. The veterinarian's acupuncture treatments did nothing until used to attune Richie torepparttar 138724 Cosmos. Richie's owner, supporting this, called in an animal communicator who taughtrepparttar 138725 cat, with his agreement, to visualizerepparttar 138726 shrinking ofrepparttar 138727 tumor. One week later, torepparttar 138728 veterinarian's astonishment,repparttar 138729 tumor began to shrink andrepparttar 138730 next week disappeared.

Stories lke these, told by honest, intelligent people, shift our perceptions of reality, don't they? We are taught that reason and verbal communication lift us above other creatures, who therefore must not be able to think or feel. And yet, ifrepparttar 138731 divine consciousness of love exists within every cell of our bodies, and every thing within and outside of us is connected, then everything must be conscious.

Quantum physics, brain wave research, animal studies and bioacoustics, which heals by restoringrepparttar 138732 body's missing frequencies, are repeatedly proving this. But we can simply feelrepparttar 138733 connectedness, can't we, when we go out into nature? We relax, rejoice and receiverepparttar 138734 insights needed; nature confides her healing secrets through both our ordinary and intuitive senses.

Overrepparttar 138735 past year, while beginning to listen to and honorrepparttar 138736 voice of my body, I've grown visibly healthier and more intuitively aware that everything in Creation is an aspect ofrepparttar 138737 divine, each singing "a song of glory," as Edgar Cayce,repparttar 138738 great psychic-healer, put it. My still, small voice chimes in that nature is a living organism embodying every aspect of consciousness: her whispering wind, musical waters, stormy mountaintops and flowered meadows comprise a body-temple calling us to balance, peace and love for All That Is.

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