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June 2008: Then Peace Will Prevail ...
C'est un peu ce qu'on disait la dernière fois au téléphone,
les gens attachent beaucoup d'importance à l'apparence.
Tu n'as pas de BMW, mais qui sait si la dame sur son vélo
que tu es n'est pas milliardaire ???
A ce propos j'ai une anecdote vécue et connue des gens des
années 80. Mon premier emploi a été dans une
banque, avenue de l'Opéra.
Tous les jours (dès l'automne et pour l'hiver), il y avait
un monsieur en costume, un peu vieillot, qui vendait sur un genre
de charrette des marrons chauds à l'angle de la rue de la
paix et de l'avenue de l'Opéra.
Tout le monde le connaissait et lui achetait ses marrons en pensant
faire une bonne action. De plus, il était sympathique et
parlait aisément avec tout le monde.
Or, au décès de ce Monsieur, on a apprit qu'il faisait
partie d'une grande fortune française et qu'il faisait cela
parce qu'il s'ennuyait.
Comme quoi, le vieil adage qui dit que "l'habit ne fait pas
le moine" est très vrai.
Je n'aurais jamais pensé en lui achetant mes marrons ou châtaignes
qu'il était milliardaire. Et si je l'avais su, j'aurais probablement
pensé qu'il prenait la place de quelqu'un qui en avait vraiment
besoin et je pense que je ne lui aurais rien acheté, me contentant
comme d'habitude et encore aujourd'hui de donner l'obole à
des gens vraiment dans le besoin.
-Béa
Merci, c'est un plaisir à lire le matin. J'espère
pouvoir l'envoyer en Birmanie un jour (censure sur trop de mots
contenus dans le texte)
Amicalement,
-Pascale
Bonjour Lynne,
Merci pour ces Heartlines qui contiennent dans leur titre, la réponse
à ta question :
le seul moyen que j'ai trouvé pour être en paix c'est
de réduire les quelques 65 000 pensées quotidiennes
qui nous font fonctionner à l'allure d'une usine afin d'offrir
à mon coeur cette vacuité, véritable réceptacle...
Mais mon ego sort quand même de sa boîte à la
première réflexion désobligeante ;)
il y a encore beaucoup de travail !
Je t'embrasse et espère que tu te portes bien.
-Claire
Magnifique témoignage, Lynne, comme toujours, je plains
le garagiste ...
C'est encore un coup du triangle de violence, non ? Et du temps
?
Je suis en paix avec moi-même, mais pas tout le temps *
Sans quoi, c'est une paix éternelle et ... mortelle
Je vous embrasse tous
-Ch
I have 5 Hermes scarves and my husband drives a BMW 535D so I
did feel targeted in the first lines of this Heartlines. But I am
at peace because it is not about me but more about the others who
choose to see this or that in BMW and scarves.
I am at peace because I have not stolen them, because I enjoy wearing
and driving those luxury goodies I am at peace but completely aware
of what it conveys in terms of image (catholic context and display
of success...)
I am also at peace because I don't wear or drive to show off but
because it is connecting me with my pleasure and I could go on justifying
myself there.
So I guess anything is possible when you have the right attitude/behaviour
so you do not trigger aggressiveness in others because you respect
yourself and choices.
And by the way I know and I remind myself that I don't know anything
because the minute I think I am right this may create.... dixit
Byron Katie "Anger is because we think we are right and it
is the cause of all wars."
Keep smiling
-Anne
Merci à Lynne pour cet instant de bonheur à la lecture
de ses réflexions. Sa propre Paix n'est elle pas durable
lorsque elle est liée à la force intérieure
que l'on trouve sur le chemin de la spiritualité et en étant
en accord avec son "soi" ?
Très cordialement
J'ai beaucoup regretté de ne pas participé au séminaire
clean, à Marseille chez Béatrice, pour des raisons
financières liées à une baisse d'activité
à cette période mais c'est ainsi et l'on grandit quand
rien n'est facile.
- Monique G
Question : What happens when a young Scottish nurse takes full
control in Neuilly?
On reading the theme are you at peace with yourself I answered
probably more than I’ve ever been, but not enough.Then a true
Neuilly story made me laugh so much I just had to share it. Just
for the sheer fun.
Twenty years ago I was a nurse in the casualty department of a
prestige Neuilly Hospital where my command of the English language
was much appreciated and my level of French left a lot to be desired.
“ Nulle”. Therefore I always worked with a French nurse
and a bi- lingual Doctor. All went well until one Sunday afternoon,
skeleton staff and everybody takes ill at the same time. In France
that means after lunch!
My colleagues were dealing with a serious and stressful situation
when I find myself face to face with a French man who seemed out
of breath, sweating a greyish colour and he tells me in a pained
voice. I have pain in heart.
So overcoming my fear of speaking and communicating in French I
instantly became a typical British casualty nurse. I take command.
I accompany the patient into the resuscitation room probably using
the “tu’ form and ask him to take off his shirt. He
is getting more and more stressed which is no doubt due to the lack
of oxygen, so I undress him at top speed. Attach him to the cardiac
monitor and take his vital signs. So far so good. However he is
getting more and more agitated so I stick an oxygen mask on his
face and pray that my Irish Doctor will see the emergency signal
and come quickly. The patient is now getting aggressive and shouting
goodness knows what. So I prepare a perfusion and pull out some
strong medication ready to use as soon as the doctor gives the signal.
Thankfully I had trained in Scotland, which has the highest rate
of cardiac disease in the world.
I do my best to calm him down and physically restrain him as he
tries to get out of the bed.
At last the doctor arrives, I have no time to explain as the man
is shouting. I remain calm and wait for my instructions. The doctor
is struck dumb and leaves the room. SHIT I follow him outside where
he almost slides down the wall ? crying,? double SHIT. I try to
help the doctor who is now crying. Or is he? He tries desperately
to speak but it’s a gabble.
Hells bells. The patient.
The doctor can see my blind panic and says it okay. He is laughing
so hard he is in pain. The man has heart burn “ mal au coeur”
he just wants some indigestion medicine like he does most Sundays
after eating too much in his Neuilly restaurant.
Well. I make an instant decision. I’m not going to have any
further communication with my patient. I would quite like to die
myself!
Just then the door opens and out comes my patient pulling on his
shirt and shouting that he will not pay a Franc for this circus.
Quite rightly so.
My colleagues laughed for weeks and the whole hospital heard about
the super nurse who had finally dealt with the well known man!
What’s this got to do with peace.
Well casualty got peace to look after ill patients as this patient
was never seen again in our service. Which is good news for the
really ill.
And to answer the question; DISORDER!!!!!!! <p>
-MM
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