"NEW YORK CITY 1965"

This weekend in 1965 I arrived at JFK Airport  with $10.00 US dollars.  I was informed prior to my arrival that the Streets were paved with gold.  What a surprise to discovered the  Streets littered with trash and noise polution.  I was glad to be here after growing up on the tropical Island of Trinidad, in the Caribbean. Where I lived in a tatched roof adobe on stilts, with poisonious snakes dancing their way among the rafters.  Water to drink and cook were collected from a stand pipe about one mile along the main Road.  Water to wash and bath were collected from the River about quater mile boarding the rented propeety we lived on. 

My friends God works in wonderful ways.  Fifty years later I live in one of the greatest States in the Union.  I am a Doctor of Clinical Psycology and Clinical Hynotherapy and Founder and President of the D'AbreauFoundation,Inc for Human Development in honor of my loving mother Brownie Isabella D'Abreau.  I am also in charge of research and development @ peakform.net. I do believe that The United States of America is a beautiful contry a land of fruited planes with good and caring people. Kindly give thanks to God for all the Blessings. Happy    Memorial Day. 

"THIS IS MY HOLY INSTANT OF RELEASE."

"Father, it is today that I am free, because my will is yours.  I thought to make another will.  Yet nothing I thought apart from You exists.  And I am free because I was mistaken, and did not affect my own reality at all by my illusions.  NOW I give them up, and lay them down before the feet of truth, to be removed forever from my mind.  This is my holy instant of release. Father, I know my will is one with Yours."

 And so today we find our glad return to Heaven, which we never really left.  The Son of God this day lays down his dreams.     The Son of God this day comes home again, released from sin and clad in holiness, with his right mind restored to him at last. This is my holy instant of release.

"HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY."

My mother's Love,  I cannot forget.  Please, Blessed Brownie Isabella D'Abreau of Cariacou at ten years of age, you began ministering to the sick and poor.  Although never formally educated, God elevated you to walk among Popes, Bishops and Presidents.  While raising a family of five children, and working a full time job, you continued your simple life of pure love and giving.  "Saint D'Abreau, Patron of the Forgotten People," as you were affectionately called, you devoted your life to thwarting poverty through education and relieving the suffering of the spiritually and physically ill, both in Hospitals and their homes.  Please intercede for me in this time of need.  I will encourage devotion to you.  Through these miracles may the Universal Church recognize your beatification.  I will praise God with you and all the Saints forever with your simple refrain:  "God is Love."    
Happy Mother's Day



                                                        

                                          Brownie Isabella D'Abreau.

"THIS IS MY HOLY INSTANT OF RELEASE."

Father, it is today that I am free, because my will is Yours.  I thought to make another will.  Yet, nothing I thought apart from You exist.  I am free because I was mistaken, and did not affect my own reality by my illusions.  Now I give them up, and lay them down before the feet of truth, to be remove forever from my mind.  This is my holy instant of release.  Father, I know my will is one with Yours. 


So, today we find we gladly return to Heaven, which we never really left.  The Son of God this day lays down his dreams. The Son of God this day comes home again, release from sin and clad in holiness, with his right mind restored to him at last.    

 

My home awaits me. I will hasten there.

If I choose, I can depart this world entirely.  My home awaits me. I will hasten there.  It is not death which makes this possible, but it is change of mind about the purpose of this world.  If I believe it has a value as I see it now, so will it still remain for me.  But if I see no value in the world as I behold it, nothing that I want to keep as mine or search for as a goal, it will depart from me.  For I have not sought for illusions to replace the truth.

 
"Father, my home awaits my glad return.  Your Arms are open and I hear your voice.  What need have I to linger in a place of vain desires and of shattered dreams, when Heaven can so easily be mine?" 

"God is my Father, and He Loves His son."

God is my Father.  My true identity is so secure, so lofty, sinless, glorious, and great, wholly beneficent and free from guilt, that Heaven looks to It to give it light.  It lights the world as well.  It is the gift my Father gave to me; the one as well I give the world.  There is no gift but This that can be either given or received.  This is reality, and only This.  This is illusion's end.  It is the truth.

"My name, O Father, still is known to You.  I have forgotten it, and do not know where I am going, who I am, or what it is I do.  Remind me, Father, now, for I am weary of the world I see.  Reveal what You would have me see instead."God is my Father.

"GOD IS MY LIFE. I HAVE NO LIFE BUT HIS."

God is my life.  I was mistaken when I thought I lived apart from God, a separate entity that moved in isolation, unattached, and housed within a body. Now I know my life is God's, I have no other home, and I do not exist apart from Him.  He has no Thoughts that are not part of me, and I have none but those which are of Him.

Our Father, let us see the face of Christ instead of our mistakes.  For we who are Your holy children are sinless.  We would look upon our sinlessness, for guilt proclaims that we are not Your children. We would not forget You.   We are lonely here.  and long for Heaven, where we are at home.  Today we would return, with You into Heaven.  Our name is Yours, and we acknowledge yhat we are Your children. "God You are my life."