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A Joyful Noise!

December 4, 2010

U.C.M. Newsletter of Joy, Humor, Laughter, and Inspiration

 

Editor: Rev. Doti Boon

http://safedoti@aol.com

Vol. 9 pg. 48 (12-2-10)

All UCM Charters are encouraged to utilize the Joyful Noise to advertise upcoming classes and events.

AFFIRMATION

I am a spiritual teacher and a prayer warrior.

          I would like to thank the teachers of the world: those tireless men and women, who teach us how to read, write, think, create and enjoy learning. They are there for us – sometimes when we are not there for ourselves.

          One of my children’s greatest teachers was Mr. Fred Rogers – his Neighborhood was a fantastic place to learn that some days weren’t beautiful, they weren’t always happy and in fact there were some that were really sad. He taught my boys healthy ways of dealing with their feelings – ways that didn’t hurt them or anyone else – he helped to make our world a safer, better place. Mr. Rogers would say, “In every neighborhood, all across our country, there are good people insisting on a good start for the young, and doing something about it.”

          Mr. Rogers often said from the television, “I like you just the way you are.” And he was willing to help children express their feelings in ways that would bring healing in many different neighborhoods.

          “When I was very young, most of my childhood heroes wore capes, flew through the air, or picked up buildings with one arm. They were spectacular and got a lot of attention. But as I grew, my heroes changed, so that now I can honestly say that anyone who does anything to help teach a child – is a hero to me.”

                    Fred McFeely Rogers – 3-20-28 to 2-28-2003

If you can read this, thank a teacher!

A Fantastic Teacher Story

          As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth.  Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.  However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

          Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath.  In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.  It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big “F” at the top of his papers.

            At the school she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last.  However, when she reviewed his file, she was surprised.  Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh.  He does his work neatly and has good manners…he is a joy to be around…”

          His second grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.”

          His third grade teacher wrote, “His mother’s death has been hard on him.  He tries to do his best, but his father doesn’t show much interest, and his home life will affect him if some steps aren’t taken.”

          Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school.  He doesn’t have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.”

          By now, she was ashamed of herself.  She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy’s.  His present was clumsily wrapped in heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.  Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.  Some children started to laugh when she saw there was a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.  But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

          Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, “Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.”

          After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.  On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic.  Instead, she began to teach children.         

          Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy.  As she worked with him, his mind came alive.  The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.  By the end of the year, Teddy became one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her “teacher’s pets…”

           A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

          Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy.  He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

          Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while

Things had been tough at times; he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors.  He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

          Then four more years passed and yet another letter came.  This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go further.  The letter explained she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had.  But now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

          That spring, there was another letter.  Teddy explained he had met a wonderful girl and was going to be married.  He explained his father had died a couple of years ago and he wondered if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place usually reserved for the mother of the groom.  Of course, Mrs. Thompson did.  And she wore the bracelet, with several rhinestones missing.  Moreover, she made sure she wore the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

          They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson’s ear, “Thank you for believing in me and making me feel important.”

          Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes said, “Teddy, you have it all wrong.  You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference.  I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.”

          (For you that don’t know, Teddy Stoddard is the doctor at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)  Warm someone’s hearts today . . . pass this along.  I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it.  You can make a difference in someone’s life today! Just “do

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Student Jokes

Pupil (on phone):  My son has a bad cold and won’t be able to come to school today.

School Secretary: Who is this?

Pupil: This is my father speaking!

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Teacher:  You missed school yesterday didn’t you?

Pupil:  Not very much!

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Great news, teacher says we have a test today come rain or shine.

So what’s so great about that?

It’s snowing outside!

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Mother:  How was your first day at school?

Son:  It was all right except for some man called “Teacher” who kept spoiling all our fun!

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Mother:  Does your teacher like you?

Son:  Like me, she loves me.  Look at all those X’s on my test paper!

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Teacher:  You aren’t paying attention to me. Are you having trouble hearing?

Pupil:  No, teacher I’m having trouble listening!

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Center for Creative Living

February 6, 2010

All are welcome to Sunday Celebration at the Center for Creative Living, UCM Charter #801, at 1460 Koll Circle, Suite “C” – services in back. Need directions? Call (408) 392-9090 or visit www.doti.info. Healing Chairs (come give or receive a hands-on-healing) starts at 9:30am, Celebration is from 10:00 to 11:30am. Dress is casual and Kids are welcome.

Join us on Feb. 7th – just before the Super Bowl for a sermon by Rev. Doti, How To Play For the Winning Team!

CCL METAPHYSICAL CLASSES

Thursday Feb. 4th and Feb. 18th 7pm to 9pm $15. or 2 for $25.

Open to the Public and for Licentiate Ministerial Credit

          Feb. 4th       How to Get In Touch With Your Spirit Guides with Rev. Doti Boon. Let Doti and MAH (her spirit guide) introduce you to yours!

          Feb. 18th     Getting In Touch With Your Angels with Min. Maryellen De Vine.

          Enter in and explore! All are encouraged to make use of the wisdom and understanding that flows from the Infinite Source we know as God.

Happenings at The Center

Feb. 7th – 1:00 to 3:00 – CCL Choir rehearses Join in fun, music and community. 

Feb. 9th – 6:30 to 8:30 – MEDITATION CIRCLE with Norbeth and Dr. Ayleen

Feb. 10th – 7:00 to 9:00 – GODDESS WORKSHOP with Rev. Anne Corbin and Rev. April Lussier.

Feb. 11th – 7:00 to 8:30 – DRUIDRY and EARTH MAGIC with Dr. Ayleen Augustine. Sessions include: brief historical discussion, and teaching the Way of the Druid.

For those with over 15 CCL points – a Free Outing

Feb. 14th – noon to 1:30 Luncheon 2:00 to 5:00 Play-

“Hold On To Love.”

Feb. 16th – 6:30 to 8:30 – DRUMMING with Norbeth and Friends. Don’t have a drum? Borrow one of ours.

Feb. 27th – 10:00 to 5:00, and Sunday, Feb. 28th 2:00 to 5:00

EBERT Workshop with Rev. Corky. In just two days you will learn how to release negative energies, destructive patterns, limiting beliefs, and much more using Rev. Corky’s EarthBound Entity Releasement Technique. EBERT has released thousands of entities, relieving fears, phobias, addictions, and many other symptoms and destructive behaviors. Learn how powerful you are!

Life is meant to be a joyous celebration!

       Love and Light,

                     Rev. Doti Boon

Joyful Noise

August 27, 2009

Sept. 4th – Full Moon

 2005 trips 004

U.C.M. Newsletter of Joy, Humor, Laughter, and Inspiration

Editor: Rev. Doti Boon, safedoti@aol.com

Volume 8 page 35 (08-27-09)

AFFIRMATION

I am a spiritual warrior

 

A SPIRITUAL CONSPIRACY

Submitted by Elizabeth Barton 

On the surface of the world right now there is war and violence and

things seem dark. But calmly and quietly, at the same time,

something else is happing underground.

An inner revolution is taking place

and certain individuals are being called to a higher light.

It is a silent revolution.

From the inside out. From the ground up.

This is a Global operation. A Spiritual Conspiracy

There are sleeper cells in every nation on the planet.

You won’t see us on the TV.

You won’t read about us in the newspaper.

You won’t hear about us on the radio.

We don’t seek any glory.

We don’t wear any uniform.

We come in all shapes and sizes, colors and styles.

Most of us work anonymously

We are quietly working behind the scenes

in every country and culture of the world.

Cities big and small, mountains and valleys,

in farms and villages, tribes and remote islands.

You could pass by one of us on the street

and not even notice.

We go undercover – we remain behind the scenes.

It is of no concern to us who takes the final credit.

But simply that the work gets done.

Occasionally we spot each other in the street.

We give a quiet nod and continue on our way.

During the day many of us pretend we have normal jobs.

But behind the false storefront at night

is where the real work takes place.

Some call us the Conscious Army.

We are slowly creating a new world

with the power of our minds and hearts.

We follow, with passion and joy

our orders come from the Central Spiritual Intelligence.

We are dropping soft, secret love bombs when no one is looking

Poems ~ Hugs ~ Music ~ Photography ~ Movies ~ Kind words ~

Smiles ~ Meditation and prayer ~ Dance ~ Social activism ~ Websites

~ Blogs ~ Random acts of kindness…

We each express ourselves in our own unique ways

with our own unique gifts and talents.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

This is the motto that fills our hearts

We know it is the only way real transformation takes place.

We know that quietly and humbly we have the

power of all the oceans combined.

Our work is slow and meticulous – Like the formation of mountains.

It is not even visible at first glance,

and yet with it entire tectonic plates

shall be moved in the centuries to come.

Love is the new religion of the 21st century

You don’t have to be a highly educated person

or have any exceptional knowledge to understand it.

It comes from the intelligence of the heart,

embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse of all human beings.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

Nobody else can do it for you.

We are now recruiting,

perhaps you will join us

or, already have.

All are welcome,

the door is open

love.

~ author unknown ~

In a world of troubled times, politics are redefined…

thoughts and actions are the way, that change the path we see today.

Bombs & missiles miss their mark, a futile point we can’t embark ~

peace requires consciousness, or fall beyond the great abyss.

Predict the fate you want to see, create the world reality ~

lessons learned are somehow lost, another major holocaust.

Change requires discipline, a subtle point where we begin…

start with changing your own mind, open it to see mankind.

The simple truths are all inside, leave the past we left behind.

War or Peace is just a choice, spread the word in your own voice.

Awaken to the cosmic mind ~ Liberty in surreal times.

by Victor Kahn

You were born to change the world ~ …do it positively. 

“An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in,

a pessimist stays up to make sure the old one leaves. “

Bill Vaughan

“I have found if you love life, life will love you back. “

Arthur Rubenstein 

Pastor Jones told his congregation the church needed extra money and asked the people to please give a little extra in the offering plate. He said that whoever gave the most would be able to pick out three hymns.

After the offering was passed, the pastor glanced down and noticed someone had placed in a $1,000 bill. He was so excited he immediately shared his joy with his congregation and said he’d like to personally thank the person who placed the money in the plate.

Rosie all the way in the back shyly raised her hand. The pastor asked her to come to the front. Slowly she made her way to the pulpit. He told her how wonderful it was that she gave so much and in thanksgiving asked her to pick out three hymns.

Her eyes brightened as she looked over the congregation, pointed to the three most handsome men in the building and said, “I’ll take him and him and him!”