Hi friends,

I’m enjoying the growing light in my world here in the early spring of the North Country, as well as the growing light in my immediate personal world. I am still basking in the positive afterglow of my recent Unconditional Love and Forgiveness Workshop at Woodwinds Hospital in Woodbury Minnesota, two weeks ago. We had a fine bouquet of 40 souls assembled in our healing circle, including employees from Healtheast health care system, folks from the general public, and a dozen of my darling students from the in-depth program. Healing happened for one and all, and many moments of tears, laughter, and sheer human beauty still glow in my heart.

If you have never attended one of these weekend workshops, consider coming to St. Paul, Minnesota this spring and enjoying the serene environment of the Carondolet Center for our next one. (May 7-9, 2004) Stay overnight on site if you wish, walk the labyrinth in the glorious weather, and spring clean your heart!

Click here to learn more about the Unconditional Love and Forgiveness workshop

Upcoming Events:

Unconditional Love and Forgiveness Weekend Workshop
May 7-9, 2004
Carondolet Center
St Paul, Mn. FFI: 612-874-6622
Toll free: 1 877-377-6232

Unconditional Love and Forgiveness Certificate Program October 2004 -June 2005
Registration is open and applications being taken for next year’s in depth self-mastery program. To receive a brochure, send me an email at mary@maryhayesgrieco.com

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News Flash from the Universe

These thoughts come from the beyond to you from an ancient source that is still fresh today,
the prophecies of the Essenes, the spiritual community that is the source of the Dead Sea Scrolls, origin of our modern Christian scriptures. The Essenes believed that humanity struggles with an evil that came from outside of it to corrupt it, and that this source of evil will someday be removed, resulting in a completely healed and peaceful world at the End of Days. From the Essene book of Secrets:

“And it will come to pass when the wombs of injustice are closed, wickedness will be driven into exile by justice, as the darkness is driven out by light. And as smoke vanishes and is no more, so will wickedness also vanish forever, and justice will be revealed like the sun in the midst of the heavens, and all those who support the mysteries of wrongdoing will be no more. Knowledge will fill the universe and there will be no more folly forever."

Amen to that!

Article of the month: “A Key Experience”

"Oh, I hate this!" I cried in exasperation, as I slogged through the icy puddle looking for my keys.

"Come on, Mom---let's go home now. I'm cold!" My daughter Tara stood with her shoulders hunched against the wet March winds.

"But that is my full set of keys with my favorite key-ring that Fred gave me for Christmas!", I wailed, as I toed aside another chunk of floating ice to peer into the dark, sodden grasses.

I straightened up and looked in despair at the sea of mud and melting snow that spread far and wide around me. Half an hour ago it seemed wild and daring to prance and splash with my daughter and my dog among the great old trees of our inner-city park. Now that my keys lay hidden somewhere in this muck it seemed like the height of foolishness. The light was failing, so we walked dejectedly home. I imagined my car looked quizzically at me as we passed by and left it there by the curb instead of getting in and driving away.

My keys! I missed their weight in my pocket, and I thought of the lovely pewter key-ring as my personal logo. It was a charming little open hand with a heart in the palm of it; it gave me a peaceful greeting every time I unlocked my door. It was well-crafted and expensive, as far as key-rings go. It would be embarrassing to ask Fred to buy me another one, especially since this was the third set of keys I lost in recent memory. I suspected that my husband would reach the end of his rope this time with this unfortunate habit of mine, his sense of security undermined by the fact of loose sets of our keys abroad in the inner city where we live. As I walked home with Tara and my disgracefully dirty dog, I had one foot firmly in shame, and the other foot in the awareness of an absolutely stunning red sunset...

Click here for the rest of this short story
(and a bonus piece: “What’s so lucky about being Irish?”)