The Gentle Way Book For People Who Believe In Angels

INCLUDED IN THIS BLOG:
·    MBOS FOR DAILY TRAVELS
·    BP FOR DAUGHTER’S SAFETY
·    MBO ON DRIVE IN FLORIDA
·    MBOS FOR BUYING FIRST CAR
·    MBO FOR STOMACH CRAMPS
·    MBO FOR ART CLASS
·    MBO TO ROUND UP STRAY CATTLE

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SPECIAL NOTE:

Welcome to the Benevolent Outcomes Blog, and welcome to everyone who subscribed in the past week.  This Blog is for people who wish to learn how to use a very simple, yet powerful and effective spiritual tool every day the rest of your life.  It will lessen the stress and fear of life in general, and will make your life easier.  It’s so simple a lot of people say “It can’t be this easy,” but it is, because IT WORKS!  

This reconnects you with your Guardian Angel, or higher power, or whatever your belief is.  You simply say, “I request a Most Benevolent Outcome for… thank you!”  When you read the stories below, sent from all over the world, we use the acronyms MBO for Most Benevolent Outcomes, GA for Guardian Angel, and BP for Benevolent Prayers (what you ask for other people).   My website is http://www.thegentlewaybook.com/index.htm

Be sure to participate when I ask you to say a Benevolent Prayer out loud, but are you also saying the Daily BP each morning as I do?  Theo says this is one of the most important things you could do for yourself not only for this life, but all the others you have lived or will live on earth, as they are all happening at the same time.  Print it out and put it on your bathroom mirror to remind you.  Here is the link: http://www.thegentlewaybook.com/signs.htm.  Here is an example of a BP for everyone to say today:   “I ask any and all beings to assist the leaders of the world governments to make decisions in the best interests of ALL the world’s citizens!“

MBO’S FOR DAILY TRAVELS

M.J. writes:  I request MBO’s so many times each day that I lose track of how often I request help.  Yesterday, I requested an MBO to arrive early enough to get a spot in a popular fitness class.  I arrived early enough but when I was gathering my equipment for the class, I realized I left my weighted gloves in my car.  The parking lot was a glare of ice so I requested an MBO to walk safely to my car and back.  I got to my car and back safely.  As the class was over, I requested an MBO to arrive on time to the food pantry where I was going to volunteer that day.  I arrived on time and thanked my angels.  Before I got out of the car, I requested an MBO to have an opportunity to expand my compassion and joy during my volunteer experience.  I also requested an MBO so that everyone volunteering together would get along well and be congenial with each other.  

We did all get along well together.  One volunteer brought her husband to help because we were anticipating a busy day.  One of our clients brought her twin children with her and they always melt my heart.  Another client gave me a hug after I assisted her in selecting food.  When I got into my car to drive home, I thanked my angels for all the blessings and the MBO’s.    It was a pretty great day!

BP FOR DAUGHTER’S SAFETY

Sharlene writes: I have for the past 6 months have used MBOs.  I too always say protection for my family.  One daughter must travel over 1 hour to work.  Being out in the country …winter driving… Animals crossing in fog…

Three weeks ago on her way to work weather very foggy a Deer ran smack into her car…air bags went off, car totaled, she was absolutely fine, no whip lash…the only sadness was the deer died, my daughter had to remove it from the road with the help of another kind motorist …she got a newer car within 10 days…wonderful MBO answered again!

MBO ON DRIVE IN FLORIDA

Eleanore writes:  I hopped on I 95 N at around 1:30 to go up to Palm Bay for acupuncture.  Five miles on it, my car just plain died; yup, died no power whatsoever.  I pulled over to the shoulder, which was sand, called their office and told them I wouldn’t be there, called AAA, pulled out my NOOK and waited.  It was really hairy because tons and tons for huge trailer trucks went rumbling by and made the whole car sway.  I moved over to the passenger seat.

All of a sudden I noticed in my rear view a white truck of some kind with yellow flashing lights on its roof and he had pulled in behind me.  He got out and came to my window and asked if I needed help.  I said, “Oh, aren’t you AAA”?   He said he wasn’t that he is a road warrior employed by the Florida State Transportation Bureau who patrols our highways to assist drivers in need.  Really, I have never heard of them and I’ve been here going on 20 years!!  I was a bit skeptical being a woman alone and all but I kept my cell handy just in case.  He said he’d stay near me until AAA came and he did and he was for real.  

The tow truck arrived and by that time, the road warrior’s car had sunk into the sand shoulder and mine wasn’t too far behind.  The tow truck didn’t want to try to pull him out because he was afraid of getting stuck too.  His vehicle was parked with the right back and front wheels on the cement road and the road warrior guy had to put out an electric arrow flashing to make all coming traffic drive only in the left lane.  

Then, the second road warrior arrived to pull the first guy out of the sandy shoulder. That driver got out of his truck and immediately fell to the ground having a heart attack (HONEST GOD!!!).  Then, the ambulance came and the state troopers came and the trucks kept rumbling by in the left lane and it was bedlam!  The troopers had me get waaay up into the tow truck cab, had the driver pull up my car and haul it up onto its bed but he had one hell of a time getting it up there.  Finally, when he did, he said we had to get off at the next exit where he had to refasten my car.  We did that and then we went off to my garage where I left it and they brought me home.   

Sufferin’ duck.  The positive is, if I hadn’t gotten off where I did, sand and all, I wouldn’t have been able to pull over at all because a short time past there was no shoulder–just four low cement pillars!  I would have gotten creamed by them or on coming traffic.  Whoa.

Not only was I doing **MBO’s while I was sitting there, I had covered myself, my car and all the traffic on the road with white light that I always do when I first get into my car and an MBO for all that as well.  With all the bedlam going on I was just plain calm because I knew I was being watched over.  Thanks so much for that **gift, Tom.  They are so much a part of me I don’t even realize I’m doing them.

When I got home, I sat down and deeply thank my GA and her buddies for keeping everyone safe in what was a very hairy situation.  I also asked for MBO’s for the fellow who had the heart attack and that everything would work out better than he could ever expect and for his family as well.

I never realized it before but you go with me EVERYWHERE, for Pete sake.

Got news on the car that it had just plain died so it will go to the junk yard.  Not to worry.  MBO’s will replace it in the best possible way.

[And I’ll add that there were people there to assist the man who had the heart attack and call for an ambulance—definitely benevolent for him!]

MBOS FOR BUYING FIRST CAR

Andre’ writes:  Tom, out here life was quiet as well, but buying my very first fully owned car at age 52 gave me a reason for a couple of MBO’s in order to get the cash for it in time, and get it insured. A recent conflict with a bank had made things difficult, but after the action I took that looked like both points were getting nowhere, it turned out that the moment I released my hold on ‘making it happen’, they both were successfully completed!

MBO FOR STOMACH CRAMPS

Angie writes:  I requested the MBO for your health. My MBO: when I went to bed a week ago, I had stomach cramps which I hadn’t experienced for a long time hence I thought I did not have the medicine for that. At first I ignored it and was online surfing for various items.

Later on, I realized that it was bothering me and I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I remembered to request an MBO for it. It didn’t go away after 30 mins and then I got an idea that one anti-acid pill could be in a case in my cabinet so I got up and went to look for it. I quickly found it and took it and was immediately relieved. The stomach cramps stopped.  Thank you GAs and all beings. Thank you Tom for teaching us MBOs.

Sometimes the MBO result is that you receive a “little whisper in your ear.”

MBO FOR ART CLASS

Sandy writes:  I requested an MBO for a fun art class this afternoon. I had a fun art class this afternoon.

MBO TO ROUND UP STRAY CATTLE

Shirley writes:  Tom, I had the most interesting incident rounding up two head of cattle that ‘escaped’ from my farm.  Since the heifer was fairly wild, I said an MBP that we would find them quickly and be able to get them back to the farm without incident!  We had to get them 2 miles from where they were found, down the main highway back to the farm.  No stock truck, etc.  It could have been a terrible disaster as we have huge logging trucks that roar by constantly on this road, not to say anything of the cars that whiz by going about 60mph!

I had such a huge response to my farm letter I sent out to family and friends I thought you might just want to read something VERY humorous, so decided to just send the whole letter to you (that incident was last week).

Also, this week I lost my sister-in-law of 60 years.  At the hospital vigil, she was hanging on and would not ‘let go’.  I said an MBP that she PLEASE pass before midnight, as my brother turned 78 then (Jan 14th).  At exactly 11:25 (ten minutes after my MBP), she peacefully took her last breath.  I was/am profoundly thankful to my angels, and to you for teaching this!!

[Normally I would not include a long story such as below, but this is so funny and it gives everyone a glimpse into the lives of our farmers.  You will really enjoy this!]

Subject: LATEST FARM ANTICS!!

Well, folks…. it’s o’dark thirty and I can’t sleep again, so decided to write ya’ll about the comings and goings of the Funny Farm today.

Was sitting in the front room having my coffee and daily VIP meeting with J.R. and Sugar.  We discuss the weather, clouds covering (or not) the mountains, the schickens hunt’in ‘n peck’in in the front yard, my leg pain, J.R’s sore foot, and those queer birds, the Guinea hens that sit on the back of a chair, on the deck, making funny calls and staring at us until we go out and feed them bread.  I told Sugar we need to ‘let ’em eat cake’.  I’m tired of tearing up bread and throwing it all over the lawn fer ’em.  She agreed.

Anyway, I was just getting up to git da bread when my cell phone rang.  It was Donna Kay telling me the cows were out and asked if I’d seen them.   They were in the yard about two hours ago…. where are you, I asked.   Seems she and Jim were driving all over every ones farms and all the back roads, etc, to no avail.   I asked if she had a rope or any grain, etc….nope…. they were just looking for the cows.   Well, an ol’ cowgirl like me thought THAT was pretty silly……look’in fer cows with no rope ‘er nut’in……..anyway, I said to let me know if I could help.   I hung up the cell phone, picked up the house phone and tried to call the Sheriffs department.   What the hell????  Have you ever tried to call anybody important in a hurry?   No one has a simple name anymore to look up.   How silly of me…..I thought if I looked up Sheriff, or Clallam County Sheriff, etc., etc.  

I could find it……..gave up and dialed 911………..IMMEDIATELY…..”What’s your emergency”?  I said, “I don’t have an emergency, but I may have.  I have two head of cattle running loose on the highway and I don’t want anyone to have an accident by accidentally running into two runaways….so yes….there MAY be an emergency, but what I want to know is if anyone has called the Sheriff’s department reporting any grazing cows in their yard.?  “Why, yes’, the lady said.   Someone called in an hour ago and said two Holstein cows were in their yard.”  GREAT!!  I fairly yelled I was so excited!!  Where are they?   At 301 Salt Creek Rd off of Camp Hayden Road!!  Thank you, I told her….hung up and called Jim and Donna Kay.   Jim knew right where that was.

I called back and said I was coming with a rope and some grain.   Really felt inadequate……….40 years ago this would have been right up my alley.  I woulda grabbed my lariat, jumped in the stock truck an headed into the stampeding herd!!   Well, this is 2015, I’m an ol’ grandma now, no rope in tow, and if I can’t catch a Guinea hen who hobbles faster with a broken leg than I can now on two legs, what in heck was I thinking?   I know what I was thinking.  I was thinking I just may be able to help in someway…..mostly by staying out of the way, but some help is better than no help….right?  

I get there, break out the rope, give the grain to Donna Kay….who immediately has her ‘babies’ eating out of her hand. Jim and I get the rope over the steer’s neck, and Jim and I quickly (well, sort of quickly) make a make-shift halter……..walk him up to the truck and snug him to the tow bar in back. One down, one to go.   The heifer is wilder than a march hare….always has been…….no way are we going to put a rope on her neck.   Jim starts slowly down the road, steer fighting the rope, but since the truck has more horse power than him, he reluctantly comes along. Happy, the unhappy heifer, is blindly following her pasture buddy.

Reminds me of the time our milk cow got out (in a snow storm) and ran down to the neighbors bull. (Singhose’s) A state snowplow guy stopped to help me. He said if I could get a rope on her, he’d get her for me and tie her to the bumper of my car….which, by the way, was an old clunker the kids drove around the farm for fun and lessons….it had no windows….and it was a snow storm…..anyway………….I got my trusty lariat out, the state dude went up the hill and started to drive her down to me. As she went flying by, I threw the rope around her neck (I USED to be GOOD), Dude grabbed the rope, she went by the light pole and hit the guywire at 30+ miles an hour. Dude went flying through the air with the greatest of ease and landed in the ditch in a snow bank. 

A SECOND snowplow had stopped, and Dude #2 grabbed the disappearing cow just as she headed for the highway. Dude #1 was back on his feet and helped #2 secure her to the back of the bumper.   By this time cars and log trucks were backed up clear to Angel Crest Flower Farm!! With one snow plow in front of me and one behind me with their bells dinging, we took off down 112 to barn.   Remember….there is no windows in this car…I have a snowplow in front, one behind, a cow with her head snubbed down to the bumper, feet widely braced, snow swirling around me, and she’s bellowing her head off. The parade begins.   What a day!! Well!! Sorry I digressed, but all of today reminded me of all of that, so thought I”d throw it in. The parade today was better…in a way!!!   LOL

SOOOO!!! We get about a block down the road and Pappy the steer breaks the rope.   After a little chase and more grain, etc., we ‘sort of’ corner them in some people’s yard that are not home (thank goodness). After a few misses with the rope, I call my old friend, Lyle Sage. He’s right there!! He brings thicker rope and more cow sense and muscle, which is needed. We get a rope halter on Pappy again, but the stupid heifer won’t have any part of it. She’s in the brush. She’s outta the brush. She’s in the brush again. She’s eaten all the grain.

Lyle finally gets the rope on her but she breaks away and runs into a post. About knocked her silly and she’s bleeding a little on the forehead. Crap!! Donna Kay is as nervous as Happy. I call 911 again and go through all the “I may or may not have an emergency, but I have one cow tied to a bumper of a car and another wild one running around that WILL follow him, but I need LIGHTS….a coupla cars with a lotta lights to warn log trucks and cars we have a loose cow….and a mad one, too, but he’s tied.”   Crap again!! She can’t help me. It’s a state road, so it’s under the jurisdiction of the State Patrol. She’ll patch me through to them. She does.   I go through the may or may not have an emergency schpeel again.   She says she’ll do what she can do. I insist on a call back to let me know if they can or cannot help, as I’ll have to go to plan x or z or some damn thing!!

Lyle, Jim, Donna Kay and I wait.   I call Eric Tobin. He’s about to come up with a solution (he’s the cowboy that does our hayrides at the Apple Fest), when I see THE BIG CHAIN GANG TRUCK drive up!! OMG’sh!! They didn’t send the Chain Gang did they? YES!! They DID!!! Eric is laughing at me. I hang up. OMG!! Here comes another BIG CHAIN GANG TRUCK!! Jim and I start laughing!! Donna Kay is looking dumbstruck; Lyle is smoking his cigarette and shaking his head!! What fun~~ YES!!!! They are ‘to the rescue’!!

Jim explains the situation to them. THEY’RE ON IT!!! Sooooo, Zoi (my caddy) and I lead the parade. (we’re at the Salt Creek Resturant when the Floats arrived!!) from Camp Hayden road out onto Highway 112.   Getting onto the highway is tricky as people don’t even ‘see’ the parade yet.   We’re lined out and cars start coming at us 60 miles an hour!! What the hell is wrong with these idiots?? Are they blind??!! TWO HUGE, GREEN, AND VERY NOTICEABLE CHAIN GANG TRUCKS, LIGHTS FLASHING,….. and they’re not slowing down!!!!   Am frantically waving my arm……by this time I pull about a block ahead of the first truck to get a head start on slowing these dummies down!! Am waving frantically…..they wake up at the last minute and slow down………I look in the rear view mirror…the parade is moving along nicely………….trucks and traffic backed up to the café….we’re almost to the bridge by the house.

I pull into our driveway………and look back.   The stupid wild heifer, Happy, breaks away from the parade and heads down into Salt Creek on the South side of the highway. Jim and Pappy pull into the driveway and cars start moving past us…….just as I look up, Happy comes splashing down the creek, under the bridge, and jumps the fence……doesn’t get all the way over…..struggles, then falls into the pasture and heads for Pappy! Pappy is exhausted and foaming at the mouth. Donna Kay is the one distraught. Her poor babies. None of us (except her) have much sympathy by this time. They decide to walk slowly to the barn……so much for their getaway!!! Jim profoundly thanks the Chain Gang Crew….they’re ecstatic they get to do something besides pick up trash……you could tell they thoroughly enjoyed their part in the great Salt Creek Parade of 2015 by their grins from ear to ear!!

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