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is one of our
stories:
BACKYARD
INSPIRATION
Once
upon a time a
very sensitive
woman realized
that without
beauty in her
everyday
environment,
her soul
continued to
feel spiritually
starved.
Nancy
wanted beauty.
The
ugliness of her
environment when
shopping at
strip malls,
working at the
office,
or going out on
the road in
general had at
times put her
spirit and soul
into numbness.
She
felt that she
had to have
beauty to
breathe, to stay
alive.
She
went deep
within. In
prayer and
meditation she
asked what to
do. Inner
guidance
awakened within
her
and
over time she
realized that
she wanted to
turn her modest
home and yard
into a state of
paradise, a
place that would
refresh her and
attune her to
Gods
perfection.
With
limited
financial
resources,
skills, and
materials, it
would take
miracles to
accomplish all
that she wanted
to do.
The
Angels of Tardoe
granted her high
inspiration.
They
inspired her to
meditate on the
divine virtue of
high
inspiration, the
letter T in the
Cosmic Language,
and
the other divine
virtues of the
letters of their
name.
She meditated
on wisdom and
enlightenment,
the original
purity of all
ideas in Divine
Mind.
She
meditated on
releasing any
beliefs of
limitation or
negativity.
She focused on
following inner
guidance, and
seeing through
the eyes of
love.
She understood the
legality of
harmony, success
and
satisfaction.
She
meditated on the
presence of
Divine Being, of
Divine Life in
all Creation.
Her
inner guidance
inspired her to
wander out
behind the
utility shed
and look at the
old pieces of
tin roofing and
pieces of
treated wood
that had been
lying there for
years.
She saw that she
must clean up
the area and
make it more
beautiful.
On
an intellectual
level, the
obvious thing to
do would be to
put the stuff on
the street for
the garbage to
pick up.
However, she
viewed
everything
intuitively, and
quietly attuned
to her inner
guidance.
She began to see a
vision in her
minds eye of a
small Japanese
type tea house
out in the wild
thick privet
hedge
that grew in the
furthest reaches
of the yard.
Carefully
following
intuition,
she grabbed a post
hole digger and
dug four holes
to form a
rectangle about
six by eight
feet
under the
thickest part of
the overhanging
branches.
The
back holes were
about 24 inches
deep and the
front ones were
about 12.
Then she stuck
in four of the
old landscape
timbers that had
been stacked
behind the shed.
Next she found a
couple of
two-by-fours and
put them atop
the posts in
front and in
back.
Now
she could use
some of the old
pieces of tin
roofing that she
had found buried
under the
leaves.
A few nails
later and she
had created a
small space with
a tin roof that
had a gentle
downward slope
towards the
back.
With
her acrylic
paints she
painted flowing
patterns all
over the posts
and under side
of the roof.
It
took several
days.
She deeply
enjoyed painting
beautiful
mythical images
that flowed into
her imagination.
She reached
within for
guidance and
inspiration.
Unknown parts of
her soul
revealed
themselves to
her.
A few planters here and
there with shade
flowers in them,
a
few colorful
banners swaying
in the breeze,
and soon she was
finished.
It was
beautiful.
She
found a couple
of chairs on the
side of the road
that fit
perfectly.
She built a
small table and
hung wind
chimes.
A
kerosene lantern
hung from one of
the posts.
Privet boughs covered
the little tea
house hanging
down
protectively all
around.
Carefully she
placed some
stepping stones
making a curving
path through the
undergrowth.
It was a magic,
private, secret
little place.
The
next evening she
took her book
out there to
read.
It was
wonderful!
Day
by day she would
look up and
notice another
plant, another
bird, another
butterfly.
A
deep peace
descended upon
her.
She had a place of her
own in nature.
Flashes
of inspiration
would come at
the most
surprising
moments.
Next Nancy
created a
special
meandering path
connecting the
back porch of
the house to the
wild area around
the tea house.
She
covered it with
golden straw and
lined it with
monkey grass and
Roses of Sharon.
It
was her favorite
place.
The little tea house was her
favorite place
to study and
ponder.
The privet got higher
and she planted
honeysuckle,
clematis, and
trumpet vines to
climb in a wild
tangle, reaching
for the sun.
Due to very
strong intuitive
guidance,
she
gave away her
lawnmower and
made more
wandering
pathways through
increasing
undergrowth and
foliage.
Soon there were
sunflowers and
roses along the
paths.
Nancy eagerly
learned the
names and
healing
properties of
the native
plants that
sprang up and so
bountifully grew
all around.
She felt much
healthier as her
body absorbed
the fresh
enzymes from the
edible ones.
Birds flocked
around as they
found more cover
and food,
and
she noticed new
species that she
had never seen
there before.
Butterflies
were in Heaven.
Bit
by bit she used
up every scrap
of old wood.
With nails and
brightly colored
paints, she
built birdhouses
and arbors for
roses and
flowering vines.
The
yard blossomed
and ever more
became a magical
and private
paradise.
Inside
the house she
draped beautiful
flowing cloth to
soften the
hardness of the
walls and
angles.
She put in a
delightful
fountain, and took off some of the
inside doors,
replacing
them with long
colorful
curtains that
could be tied
open.
She
installed a good
sound system so
beautiful
soothing music
covered the
sound of traffic
in front of the
house.
Soft pillows
were everywhere.
She
was guided to a
garage sale
where she
purchased lovely
old handmade
rugs and home
felt like an
elegant, small,
castle.
Finally
she added the
cat.
He
was a rough old
tomcat.
Old Tom showed
up one day back
at the shed
meowing for
food.
He had the loudest purr
she had ever
heard.
His owners a
few blocks away
had obviously
moved and he had
decided to stay.
He
made himself
right at home
snuggled amongst
the pillows.
Next
Nancy discovered
a way to do her
office duties
out of her home,
only having to
drive in to work
once every few
weeks.
In
great peace and
tranquility, she
discovered ways
to improve her
accounts,
her clients were
happy and soon
she was working
less and making
more.
Surrounded
in beauty, she
grew
spiritually, and
felt to write
childrens books
explaining the
profound
insights that
came to her in
simple
imaginative
prose and
beautiful
pictures.
In
time, these
books became
well received,
and shed much
light and joy in
the lives of
others.
One
day as she
looked at
sparkling
sunlight playing
through the
branches around
the tea house,
she
remembered how
lonely and sad
she had been
only a few short
months before.
Deep
from within her
heart a prayer
of gratitude
soared its way
into Heaven.
Oh Thank you
dear heavenly
hosts.
Thank you for your
help in making my
life so joyful!
With
profound love
the angels
responded,
and
all throughout
creation her
song of joy
was heard.
MIRACLES
