The Simplicity of Innocence

The Simplicity of Innocence

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By

Sandy Schider

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SMASHWORDS EDITION

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The Simplicity of Innocence

Copyright 2013 by Sandy Schider

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The Simplicity of Innocence

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By Sandy Schider

Table of Contents

Forward

Good Friday

Meeting Jesus

Childhood

Snowflakes in May

A Friend named Summer

Sister Mary Trinity

My Grandmother

Stella

Teenage Years

Young Adult

The Tin Man

Simeon

The Turtle and the Soldier

See God Yet?

What Just Happened Here?

The Farmer

Ansei

Meeting Ansei

All in a Day’s Work

Star

My Guardian Angels

The Giant

The Death of a Friend

Jim Wax half Man half God

The Storm

Chiou

Teacher

Chiou and the Hawks

The Magician

The Three O’clock Messenger

Magic Happens

A Dog called Mushin

The Cross on the Road

Magic Happens Here

My Meeting with Cheyenne

The Light Travelers

Simon the Cross Carrier

Noah the Wood Carver

Nora the Bag Lady

Amber Dawn

Israel the Jamaican

Morty O’Brien

The Meeting

Final Thoughts

Healing prayer from the Mother of John the Baptist

About the Author

Forward

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In my early twenties, I was pulled over for speeding. As I defiantly looked into the officer’s eyes, he asked me if I had a problem with authority figures. I said, No Sir. I have no problem with God. I guess he wasn’t ready for that response. He put his ticket book away and walked back to his patrol car.

Simplicity is living in a screenplay called life. Innocence is the director that will lead you home. While standing in the middle of nowhere, I watch humanity pretend to be somewhere. Man’s law, not sacred law, challenges all who have entered the arena of time and replaced love with fear. When Mercy and Compassion disappeared into the realm of darkness, all life forms became a part of the ‘Why Am I here?’ enigma. Humanity was a movie script called Love and War. What started out as pure spiritual energy has now entered into a slaughterhouse of flesh becoming unconscious machines that do not think, or feel? According to my friend Chiou, the brain’s only purpose is to keep these machines running to create mental images of a world that appears to be real. The invented circle of death they call home is just another war zone in the life of Mankind. We have created a heartless video game and do not know how to pull the plug. Our occupations have stolen our souls and made us something where not.

If my body is occupied by a brain that doesn’t think or feel past the tip of the nose Chiou, who wiggles my fingers and blinks my eyes? I asked.

Once you use the word ‘my’ Sandy, you separate yourself from all of creation. There is no ‘my’ in the creation of endlessness. The all-loving fourth-dimensional puppeteer wiggles your fingers and blinks your eyes. When this Most Holy Absolute pulls the strings, everything moves. This all-loving being is the spiritual force that leads us back to our original source in creation. Our obligation in this lifetime is to cut the strings and become a part of that creation. Man’s authority has created an optical illusion to deliberately fool the soul as it is consumed by the jaws of the ego.

I know that Chiou. I never had a problem with spiritual authority only with man’s delusions of authority.

Conveying the right message at the right time can be rewarding for all involved. Most people talk ‘at’ each other instead of talking ‘to’ each other. We are not interested in listening, but in challenging thoughts not yet spoken. These daily conversations of insanity we have will never give us the sane answers we are looking for. How can you communicate to a world that is trying to squeeze orange juice out of an apple?

Remember, the world is the Ego’s hunting ground, camouflaging the very essence of the soul‘s message. The ego stole our salvation and locked us up in the illusion of time. The worst thing you can do to the ego is to talk about the unknown. If life held no mysteries or deep secrets, the ego would no longer be able to continue playing the everyday mind games we torture ourselves with.

Life really isn’t a mystery. What is yours was always here. What is not yours was never here to begin with. You are a Child of God when you are not playing life’s game. The path of salvation you choose will bring redemption to a world in search of peace. In the end, the Phantom in the mirror will be your only answer in resurrecting your self. This phantom will either be your key to open all doors, or your prison cell for life.

Through sickness and in health, until death do we part? Will this marriage of soul into flesh eventually divorce itself or become one with God while still alive in a body on hallowed ground?

The choice of walking on water or drowning was mine alone. The church I was given at birth has no altar or stained glass windows, but blue skies, mountains, and oceans. This roller coaster ride I call life never had wheels or tracks, but sails filled with the winds of destiny.

When you have lived on this Earth without leaving any footprints, you have accomplished walking on water. When past memories of fear and guilt have been dissolved, you will realize that the world you lived in was never real to begin with. Being in this world, but not of this world has its advantages. You can be anything you want at any time you want when experiencing this life through the eyes of the soul. When you see life with the eyes, you are blinded by life. When you see life through the eyes, you become life. Man’s greatest fears come from everything he relates to in his unconscious world. He is a prisoner captured by his own surroundings trying to solve a spiritual challenge by making something real that never was real. You can only find yourself by finding the original thought that created you. Listen to the listener inside of yourself who is always there when ever you open your feeling center. The portal doors of resurrection are everywhere, waiting to be opened. The answers of why you were born and how to face death lay not within the five senses but in the creation of a sixth sense. The invisible one.

An empty mirror does not mean you are not somewhere in the room. It is just reminding you that life is more than a reflection. The choices you make in life will determine how you die in the end. The soul’s gift to life is the death of the Ego before the physical body dies. This is where Heaven and Earth become one and the thoughts of Hell are replaced with forgiveness. When this is accomplished, two will become one and sons and daughters of god are born.

Always remember who you are, when you are not being who you think you are. An absolute moment in time is God finding you in a place where you cannot hide.

My all loving, friend, Chiou, once said, Individuals are the breeding grounds for the Ego’s existence.

Jesus and Buddha taught, Make not yourself separate from each other but become one and experience being whole.

When you find your oneness in this family of humanity, a thousand angels will give your feet wings and make every step you take as light as a feather. May you always walk on air as long as you live and find the answers that are essential in freeing your Soul and let the great spirits of the universe shine their eternal light upon you.

My friends Chiou and Ansei reminded me to ask the questions that encouraged my spiritual growth. They were adamant that everything outside of us is the teacher as long as we remain the students. I must confess. To this day, I am still the student and my life is still a classroom.

The stories I share here are true stories of magic that happens for us all when The Simplicity of Innocence opens our hearts.

Always,

Sandy

Good Friday

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The year was 1954. It was Good Friday. The figures in the stained glass windows were coming alive as the morning sun shimmered through the glass of many colors. The smell of burning incense and the flickering flames of candles made from beeswax permeated the crowded church. I could hear Monsignor Murray’s familiar voice. There I was, a two thousand year old soul in the body of a seven-year-old child trying to stay awake in the house of God.

I knew I was living in a world of people who were constantly in motion but going nowhere. The walking dead go about their daily rituals without a clue as to why they are here. They remind me of the shadows in the valley of death in the twenty- third psalm: mindless ghosts wandering endlessly in the arena of time, knowing their only reward at the end of life is the death of their own Identity.

I was not judging anyone, just contemplating the situation we are all born into. As I remember the blind souls on their knees praying to their invented God, I think of the messengers and prophets of the past. If they were to appear today, how would their message be received? Is it even possible to convey ancient knowledge lost for centuries to a modern day society? How will the message be delivered to a word-oriented generation when words have their limitations?

The fact that each person’s perception of words is different makes the spiritual message almost impossible to deliver. One word has one meaning to one person and a completely different meaning to someone else. Our associations with words can paint a completely separate picture for each one of us. The law of association will make our life’s experiences quite different. I know why my Grandmother said words were invented to confuse and challenge the soul. Try bringing a conscious message into the illusion of time, where real is not real.

With my head resting on Grandma’s lap, I gazed into the glass eyes of Aunt Laura’s Raccoon shoulder wrap and fell into a deep hypnotic sleep; self-hypnosis was a trait I mastered long ago. While in this hypnotic sleep I called upon my spiritual guides to help me in the art of escaping the flesh. My favorite pastime was Light traveling. As a Sagittarian, I had no trouble leaving my body. It gave me the vacation I needed from my one-man prison cell. These journeys would sometimes take me anywhere in or even out of the illusion time.

I would venture into the future or back into the past, never knowing where my soul might take me. When I went on these journeys, my soul would always land me in the right place at the right time. Yes,