Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Still Inspired by Earth Song...

And I see I am not the only one; this video was passed off to me today through a friend. I love that the original is still to this day inspiring artists to find ways to continue to spread Michael's message.

So I thought I would pass it on to you, along with the original blog written in November that was my own tribute to our Mother. If we are ever to learn to be at one with our planet and care for her as we should we must learn to be at one with and care for our fellow man.

Inspired by EARTH SONG...
She was just a child; young, innocent and pure the day she brought the flower to the man with the gun...
War had been her life, from the time of her birth her village had been occupied by foreign soldiers. They said they had come to help her village, to fight for freedom but she even in her short life had seen too much death to believe this to be true. Her heart told her that freedom was hers by right, hers by birth, hers to have and to hold through the simple act of living and loving the life she lived; she did not understand who it was she should be fighting against.
They came with their guns, their tanks, their military way of thinking; destroy or be destroyed – kill or be killed but it hurt her to bear witness to their pain. She could see it there, in their eyes, even as they strolled through the streets acting tough and brave she could see the sorrow. She could feel the anguish and she understood in her innocence that the anger came from their need to be there. They knew they should not, they knew to kill was not right and that to take any life was a crime against nature but she also knew that they were here because they believed they had to be here to protect the innocent, to protect children like her.
None of it made sense but it was the way it was and what power did a small child have to change the ways of the world...
She remembered the day, a day like all the others and looking back she wondered even now if that day had been destined to be different. A man had come into the village, an enemy soldier, wounded and bleeding... He had fallen to the ground, crying out for help. It was in the nature of her people to help any and all who came to them for aide so the locals had approached the man, unafraid of his weapons, believing themselves safe from harm, protected by their good intent. One of the young men on ‘her’ side, a young man in army clothes had tried to stop them, tried to hold them back but they came forward ignoring his shouts of protest. His eyes fired, hot flames of rage at the disobedience of those he had sworn to protect and it took only moments before the man who had always been their friend had now turned the gun on them. Yet she saw and understood, from somewhere deep inside she heard the truth of his anger; it was so very clear there written on his face...
His people had come from so very far away, to protect them, they had died for them, to defend them and in this moment here he stood wondering if all had been wasted... She could see the conflict within, see his turmoil and at a loss for what to do she stood rooted to the spot waiting for the first shot to be fired wondering who among her village would be the first to fall. Out of the crowd limped an elder, a wise man of her people and with slow deliberate steps he approached the soldier and placed his hand on the barrel of the gun. He crocked his head slightly to the side expectantly, calmly he motioned for others to take the wounded man inside the nearby hut. The soldier lurched, for only a moment in the direction of the hut and then seemingly having the last will to fight drained completely out of him he too crumbled to the ground at the feet of the old man with gentle eyes.
Silence reigned, not a word was spoken as the soldier lay weeping at them mans feet lost in despair for all that he had seen and done; despair for the life that he had lived...
She had looked down then at her feet, not wishing to see his pain and there in the sand stood a lonely flower, white and fragile... and she knew now what she had to do...
Offering it her thanks for the life of it that she was taking she plucked it from the ground and carried it to the soldier, tenderly she placed her hand on his chin and lifted it so that she may see his eyes... She offered up the flower placing it in his trembling palm. She reached out her hand to him and as he placed his in hers she felt the warmth of his love for her and her people and understood why this man had come so far to protect a way of life he did not understand.
He rose, and they walked together to the hut, where the flower was placed by the side of the enemy soldiers bed and the two men sat in silence while the village folk tended his wounds. Days went by and after much praying the man began to heal , and all the while the other soldier stood guard by the tent protecting him from harm until he could again stand on his own. An understanding and peace had come to the soldiers within the village, a message that had been spoken silently by the people that lived there, that here in this place there are no enemies. Here in this place there is only peace. The story spread, after the soldier was well enough to carry on his way he took his story to others, and by word of mouth the miracle of one little girl with a flower became the most popular tale in the land.
Many years had passed, and the wise old man with the gentle eyes had passed with them, the soldiers had long gone and her people they yet remained. She was not so young herself anymore she reflected as she strolled to the centre of the village where the celebrations and feast for harvest were about to begin. Here in this spot, she as elder of the village would now tell the tale again, a story of a small child with a flower who ended a war.
You see not so long after the soldier had left their village, the enemy troops had come and laid down their guns, offering a truce in honour of the man from the other side of the world who had guarded and protected one of their own. The ripples of that moment had spread out and touched the hearts of those who heard it and the movement for peace had begun with a new understanding... that peace cannot be bought or won by killing, only through caring and healing.
Odd she though now, as she took her place in front of her people to tell the tale; that until that day nobody had ever understood the power of one child with a flower and life altering potential in the act of laying down a gun.

Jean Victoria Norloch

Thursday, September 22, 2011

My Quest to find my INNER CHILD!!!

Last night I had the honour and the privilege to join our good friends from Inner Child Radio on their weekly Hump Day Show to discuss my work, and what drives me to continue the quest to follow my dreams. It was so much fun to share my time with such amazing people and would like to invite you to check out the embedded episode below and to also seek out Just Bill and Inner Child Radio to learn more about their show and their own work to bring more love into our world.

Listen to internet radio with Inner Child Radio on Blog Talk Radio

You can join the Inner Child family of creators by checking out the following link

Or visit Just Bill at his Publishing site

Monday, September 19, 2011

The Ego Trip Called Poverty...

I was touring around Manila one time, minding my own business when I was approached by an elderly priest who apparently thought he had some wisdoms to share with me that were important enough to stop me in the street outside of one of the busiest shopping malls in the city. Regardless of the strangeness of the encounter (which if you have read my books, you will realize I am getting quite used to) and in spite of the fact I am not partial to men of the cloth I accepted his invitation to stop and chat a bit about God and the meaning of life. What followed was a remarkable conversation (mostly one sided) and some very unique insights into his version of the truth. He asked me a series of questions, many of which left me wondering who between us was less sane; one such question however sticks in my mind as being attached to a lesson I should never have forgotten. He asked me if I was willing to die for God, to which I answered without hesitation that yes, of course, without question. His response was not what I expected...
“Who the hell are you child to think that a being as powerful as the creator of heaven and earth would need you to die for Him?” (keep in mind please this is coming from the mouth of a somewhat roundish elderly man, with dimples and a twinkle in his eye) Needless to say I was a bit taken aback, yet when I had time to reflect on it later (no time then as he was still hammering me with questions) it occurred to me that he was right... Why would an all powerful being ask anybody to die or sacrifice themselves for them, after all, if you are all powerful, do you really need the help of man?
Unfortunately I came back to Canada and in the process of pursuing what I felt at the time to be my purpose, I lost sight of some of the things I had been taught while on the other side of the world. I think about it now however and it amazes me at how many aspects of life that one little message can be applied to, the most important of which I would think would be service to our fellow man.
Everybody wants to do their part these days to make the world a better place, in fact ‘be the change you want to see in the world’ has become a popular saying and is being used in all kinds of ‘help others’ campaigns, but I would like to remind everybody that if you cannot help yourself, how is it you expect to help others. There seems to be some confusion of late with regards to whether or not it’s ok for a spiritual person to make money off their products and services, some confusion in fact about whether or not it’s even ok to ‘have’ when so many others ‘have not’. I have met countless others out there who have been living with the belief that they must be willing to give up all that they have and all that they are in order to become who they were meant to be. In fact, I myself have given more than I can afford in years past and left myself more than once in a state of poverty, struggling to keep my faith while I am wondering where my next meal will come from. Strangely enough, there is ALWAYS enough, either through the generosity of friends, or as the result of a series of random events, whatever I am lacking seems to just magically be provided whenever it is needed. Thing is, I wonder, if some of that is coming from friends who are giving of themselves to take care of me, and they are doing so because I have given of myself to take care of others, who is taking care of them?
You know, I met and worked with a woman once who was so very proud of her poverty, in fact she told as many people as she could that she had nothing because she was always sacrificing and giving to others. I not only worked with that woman, I was, at one time right on board and in line that the ideals that the woman was teaching to others and I jumped right on board with the whole idea of what an amazing and selfless person she was for being willing to do without so others could have. In fact, I wanted to be as loved and respected as her for all the same reasons, to be appreciated and admired for my generosity and willingness to give. I believed that in order to help others I had to go without, I had to give up all that I had, I believed that my giving of myself was so important that it did not matter if I suffered as long as others out there were saved by my actions. I think about it now however and I wonder, how big does your ego have to be to believe such rot?
I mean, if we can sit here and tell others that faith will carry them through; if we can sit here and teach others that their connection to Spirit is their abundance and their wealth, how can we at the same time sit in a place of self righteous ignorance and assume that we must give up all that we have so that they may have more; are we not then saying that the Spirit, that which is God cannot do it without us?
Now I do not mean to say that Spirit does not work through us, it is in fact our being here in the flesh and the actions we take and the choices we make while here, that is how God touches this world. It has always been that the acts of compassion, acceptance and understanding have been and an expression of God’s love. Why is it that we don’t believe that the acts of the sharing of wealth and abundance could also be an expression of God’s love. The problem is not that there are not enough people out there who are willing to share, the problem is that there are too many people out there who believe that it is their duty to go without so that others can have what they need. It sounds ridiculous, I agree, but if you really consider how much praise we dump on those who give recklessly and heedlessly without regard for their own wellbeing you will realize how much we praise and celebrate the idea of continued poverty and lack of abundance.
There need not be a sense of sacrifice in order to do good deeds and uplift others. It does not serve our world to teach poverty and lack, in fact it carries us further from the truth of the matter, which is that poverty and lack are man-made sorrows created to give us a false sense of self worth and value. These ideas are born of the ego and hold no place in a world that thrives on the sharing of light and love, ideas that have no place in a world that knows only endless abundance and joy. So in keeping with our desire to see a world that has no room in it for starvation, hunger and all the other pitfalls of poverty consider it your task now to get past this idea of going without and focus instead on putting yourself in a position of security, prosperity, and abundance. For who better to help assist others to rise above poverty and powerlessness than those who have wealth and power. Stop giving your you away and leaving yourself with naught in order to save the world, the world will do just fine on its own if you would just get yourself back to work on saving yourself.
(the following is an after-thought that came to before I had time to think about it)
It was the question of whether or not being wealthy in the materialistic sense can make you poor in the Spiritual sense that lead me to write today’s blog. It was something I think I needed to work through for myself and I have always found my pen to be my most trusted tool for the purpose of reflection. If I must be completely honest, as I am writing the end of this blog, I have not yet even begun writing the beginning of it, yet I have taken on the action of admitting the problem, facing the issue and doing what I need to do to work it out. So I put the call out to my friends and was blessed with a wide variety of answers that lead me to one final understanding that nullifies the importance of all my previous questions and concerns surrounding this particular problem.
It’s occurs to me after all is said and done that regardless of how much wealth you attain or do not have – you can never be Spiritually ‘poor’ because you ARE Spirit manifest into human form... so that, as they say, is that...
Problem solved, moving on...
Jean Victoria Norloch

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Every Day Connection - Sandra Manson

Sandra MansonHypnotherapy has been a key part of my journey, and it is wonderful to be able to share the essence of great hypnotherapy with you all. Sandra Manson is, to me, the best of hypnotherapists. Tonight's show is a perfect introduction if you have ever been curious about this tool. While we discussed some of the deep challenges you can overcome with the assistance of a great therapist like Sandra, it will give you a great first-look at this modality. -- Rick O'Shields Listen now:

You can learn more about Sandra and her great work at:

Join us again next time when we welcome Roni Lipstein,