<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
	xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/"
	>

<channel>
	<title>Life Revisited &#187; Uncategorized</title>
	<atom:link href="http://www.liferevisited.com/category/uncategorized/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://www.liferevisited.com</link>
	<description>Helping Raise the Collective Consciousness</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 00:53:21 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6</generator>
	<language>en</language>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
			<item>
		<title>I Dreamed a Dream</title>
		<link>http://www.liferevisited.com/2009/12/i-dreamed-a-dream/</link>
		<comments>http://www.liferevisited.com/2009/12/i-dreamed-a-dream/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 00:53:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leigh</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Spirituality]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[judgement]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Susan Boyle]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.liferevisited.com/?p=148</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Recently, while visiting my parents on the occasion of my dad&#8217;s birthday, our conversation turned to the Christmas gifts my mom had bought for the members of her bridge club.  On the dining room table, amidst the wrapping paper, ribbon and holiday trimming, was a stack of CDs by Susan Boyle.  When my [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Recently, while visiting my parents on the occasion of my dad&#8217;s birthday, our conversation turned to the Christmas gifts my mom had bought for the members of her bridge club.  On the dining room table, amidst the wrapping paper, ribbon and holiday trimming, was a stack of CDs by Susan Boyle.  When my mom remarked that, of course, I would remember Susan, I&#8217;m at an immediate loss.  Surmising my ill hidden cluelessness, my mom and dad begin relaying the now well known story of Miss Boyle&#8217;s appearance on the British version of our American Idol.</p>
<p>The story, as it was revealed, took on the transformative magic of fairy tales and I am totally intrigued&#8230; wishing I had witnessed the event as it unfolded in real time.  Upon introducing herself on the stage of the Britain Has Talent competition, the perfectly cast Susan Boyle is met with a dismissive air of cynicism and ridicule and, in a merciless instant, her less than goddess-like appearance and quirky demeanor become the defining elements of her &#8220;isness&#8221;.  The fateful die seemingly lay cast, its cruel oracle reflected in the eyes and minds of both the audience and panel of judges.  With absolute certainty, the mass consciousness assembled before her anticipates her presumed ill fated attempt to shine.  And then, absolute magic befalls the court of mistaken certainties.  Within the opening seconds of her performance of &#8220;I Dreamed a Dream&#8221;, the audience is jolted to their feet in stunned recognition of the beautifully angelic voice now holding them captive.  Indeed, the world is even now held captive.<span id="more-148"></span></p>
<p>I heard only minutes of her resulting CD as the story unfolded but, in those moments, the sting of unbidden tears welled as my heart palpably expanded.  The voice filling the air was clear, powerful and absolutely magic, the surrender and release of a divine source within.  Is Miss Boyle&#8217;s story one of unbelievable success&#8230; one of an indomitable spirit winning against impossible odds?  Most assuredly.  And that alone inspires and gives cause for reflection.  But something even more powerfully and profoundly illuminating lies at it heart.  The quickness with which we so often judge and condemn our fellow human beings based solely upon outward appearances and individual perceptions is nothing less than stunning and glaring examples such as this strip naked the false certainties in which we all indulge.  In brief moments of unconsciousness, we are frighteningly capable of rendering cruel injustice against others and, ultimately, ourselves.</p>
<p>I have not yet viewed the YouTube airing of this event, though I intend to, and although I would like to think that I&#8217;m above such judgements, I suspect there are times I am no less guilty than those who were present.  Beyond the clarity of the lesson itself, I am struck by the redeeming truth held at its core.  Susan represents each of us&#8230; our hopes, our dreams, and our innate ability to step beyond fear and beyond the mindless judgements of others as well as those we so freely commit against ourselves.  As we learn to embrace our own internal light, we may then more readily begin to see its reflection in our fellow man.</p>
<p>In my dream of a perfect world, every life is the divine manifestation of the very essence of All That Is and at the core of each individual beingness lies the remembrance that we are all ultimately and eternally one.  In this place, the pure resonance of the heart is the only instrument of discernment and each unique expression of Spirit is honored and celebrated as its perfect gift to the whole.  I am deeply grateful for Susan&#8217;s powerful example and my clear intent is to consciously meet with love the divine light that shines within each of us.  No judgement can survive the divine truth of the heart, and every exquisite expression of life is thus joyfully allowed its eternal moment to shine.</p>
<p>Namaste</p>
]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://www.liferevisited.com/2009/12/i-dreamed-a-dream/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>
