Book Review: New Age Classic “The Parables of Kryon”

 

“The Parables of Kryon” by Lee Carroll was first published in 1996. At that time I was living in Oklahoma, the buckle of the Bible Belt, basically a galaxy away from Del Mar, CA where Mr. Carroll was at the forefront of the New Age movement. The Kryon material is channeled information, which in many circles still has the connotation of being straight from the Devil’s Lair. I’ve found channeled material to run the gamut from the ridiculous (“greetings, Earthlings”) to life changing (“A Course in Miracles”).

Since acquiring a Kindle, I enjoy exploring all the spiritual book lists seeking the rare gem, the classic I missed along the way. I’d vaguely heard of Lee Carroll and Kryon, even in the insulated heartland, and decided to risk perdition by downloading “The Parables of Kryon.” What I discovered was a delightful collection of twenty deceptively “simple” stories rich with profound life lessons.  Just as Jesus taught the villagers of his day through tales like The Prodigal Son, The Sower of Seeds, and The Good Samaritan, Kryon shares his philosophy via the storytelling tool.

The book begins with the brief “Parable of the Tar Pit” where everyone thinks being covered in tar is normal until one person is suddenly washed clean. Carroll serves as interpreter of the Kryon tales he receives, spelling out the spiritual lesson in case you missed it. Disciples can be a little dense, as Jesus learned when he had to explain the Sower of the Seeds analogy to his followers. Likewise, Carroll makes clear the philosophical lessons behind “The Big, Fuzzy Caterpillar” (a wormy creature who misses the chance to become a butterfly), “The Two Groups of Warriors” (reminiscent of putting on the whole armor of God in Ephesians), “David the Indian” (who breaks through foggy boundaries) and the rest with summaries at the end of each story.

I found myself reading one parable a morning, like a daily devotional, ruminating on the spiritual lessons, sometimes agreeing, sometimes not, but each story was always food for thought. The piece stands as a sort of spiritual movement historical marker, using phrases like “New Age” and “life contract” that were once new and have now taken on a lot of baggage.  The order of the stories starts with universal life lessons that would not rock many boats to increasingly New Age concepts of reincarnation and karmic principles that would definitely send mainstream Christians back behind their fences.

Still, for those spiritual explorers who enjoyed hearing Bible stories in Sunday school, “The Parables of Kryon” delivers some interesting concepts in a variety of entertaining tales.

Visit the Lee Carroll/Kryon website at Kryon.com

Feeling the Healing Streams

Ever-Flowing Streams:Christ, Reiki, Reincarnation and me is a spiritual memoir and guide to pro-active prayer.

This excerpt is from Chapter One of “Ever-Flowing Streams” and features the first time I felt healing energy coursing through my hands as I prayed for my daughter.

My Sick Baby

FIn 1982 our second daughter, Cary, was born. At that point I was not a follower of Christ, but I was exploring the possibility. I read the Gospels. As an experiment, I began praying to Jesus, though I felt a little silly and embarrassed about it. Like I was giving into superstition.

I studied The Healing Light and visualized light beaming from the heavens through the top of my head. Agnes Sanford wrote of a gland in the brain that expanded to allow healing energy in. She described a light-headed feeling. One Sunday in church, the top of my head felt like a little balloon swelled beneath my skull. Very curious. And very peaceful. I liked the balloon-in-my-head feeling and tried to find it again.

When Cary was a few months old, she entered the dreaded ear-infections and rounds-of-antibiotics cycle. As the weeks ticked by, my faith in medicine dwindled. Until that point, my study of healing prayer had been largely theoretical, confined to reading and class work. But after Cary fought infections for three months, my interest in healing prayer became intensely personal. A milestone in my prayer life occurred on a cold, stormy winter night.

Oklahoma wind rattled windows while I held my feverish nine-month old. We sat in an upholstered rocking chair, rock, rock, rocking the night away. My heart ached for my fretting child. She whimpered and fussed. Fever radiated from her little body. I held my hands over her ears and closed my eyes, hoping to find a spiritual lifeline.

I whispered, “Help her, Jesus.”

Please, please, please. Fear gripped my chest.

Then the teachings of Agnes Sanford filled my mind. I visualized a wide beam of sparkling light shooting from the heavens, through the roof, into my little living room, engulfing me and my baby with healing energy. Keeping the image took concentration. I fought to stay in “the zone.” Gradually, peace replaced worry. Images replaced words. At some point, the connection occurred.

Imagery became reality. Heat permeated my head and traveled down my right hand. A warm magnetic sensation filled my palm as I held it over her sore ear. Cary’s body slumped with relief. Time lost meaning as we both enjoyed the roiling waves of healing energy pass over us. The intensity receded, leaving us relaxed and sleepy.

As I lay her in her crib, I kissed her forehead and whispered, “Sleep well sweetheart.”

I added, Thank you, Jesus, in case he really was listening.

I took her to the pediatrician soon thereafter and heard his diagnosis: the ear under my pulsing palm had healed. The other side was improved. Ear infections became a thing of the past at our house. The first seeds of faith in healing prayer sprouted in my soul.

Ever-Flowing Streams is available as an e-book and paperback at Amazon.com

“Tattoos on the Heart,” My Favorite Book

Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion

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“His ways are not our ways…but they sure could be.” 

Tattoos on the Heart author Gregory Boyle, aka Father Gregory Boyle, founder of Homeboy Industries and long-time priest of the Delores Mission in Los Angeles, aka “G-dog”, sums up his approach to life in that simple, but profound, phrase. Father Boyle has been honored with numerous awards, including the California Peace Prize, and even brought gang members to dinner at the White House. A bout of leukemia prompted him to finally write a book inspired by his twenty-five years ministering at the ground zero of gangland—Boyle Heights of Los Angeles. Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion is my new favorite book and it will take something pretty special to bump it off the top of my list.

It hit me on so many levels.  First, the writing style—there’s a dose of barrio homeboy vernacular to make it real.  A homegirl acting as receptionist answers a bomb threat with “Go ahead and bring that bomb, motherfucka. We’re ready for your ass.” (Christian publishers passed on the book because of those moments.) Then, in the next paragraph Boyle might quote Thomas Merton or a Catholic saint.  He uses so many different colors to paint the palette of his book.

Next, the content is the stuff of inspiring sermons—spiritual lessons couched in anecdotal stories of the homies. Rather than writing a chronological autobiography G (as he most often is called) offers chapters that focus on the gifts of the spirit—Grace, Compassion, Gladness, Kinship. He makes the barrio come alive through the eyes of man who sees the value in people who can’t see the value in themselves. This isn’t a Disney-like portrayal of the happy mean streets. His heart has been broken by the 167 times he’s buried the homeboys because of senseless violence.

 Yet, there is hope because he knows who the Savior is.  He sees Him in every scary, tattooed ex-con who comes through the doors of Homeboy Industries. G knows the Boundless Compassion of God and does his best to pay it forward.

Father Boyle lives among the angry, the marginalized, the under-educated throwaways of society and shows them God’s love. Indeed, his ways are not our ways…but they sure could be.

If you read it, Tattoos might turn into your favorite book also.

Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion by Gregory Boyle

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Ever-Flowing Streams: Christ, Reiki, Reincarnation & Me

   “A book not just to read, but to experience”–Tampa Bay Examiner

Available as ebook and paperback at Amazon

That 70’s Woman

I watched Kirstie Alley with awe and admiration as she cart wheeled and leaped onto Mak’s shoulders during the “Dancing With the Stars” finale. To see a sixty-year-old woman of solid heft able to pull off gymnastics and dance with such grace and power was inspiring.  Upon reflection, I realize that Kirstie represents many of us who came into womanhood in the 70’s.

 We embraced the society-changing clarion calls of Gloria Steinem, Betty Freidan, and Erica Jong. Helen Reddy sang our  anthem—“I am woman, hear me roar.” We honestly thought we could do it all—find an equal partner, get the great job, raise happy children, stay thin. Participate in the sexual revolution without taking any bullets. So, okay, it didn’t work out quite as well as we’d idealistically hoped.

 Kirstie turns out to be a pretty good poster-child for the 70’s woman. She found commercial success, but personal happiness has been elusive. She fought her way through a maze of bad relationships, see-sawing weight issues, public humiliation. And yet, at the end of the day, she is standing strong, heading into old age with a youthful spirit, showing the world she won’t be anybody’s grey-haired old grandma.

 I doubt Kirstie takes home the sparkling ballroom trophy tonight, but she’s walking off that dance floor a total winner. She represents  the 70’s woman.  Our waists are a little broader, our outlooks a little jaded, but we are strong and taking on whatever comes next with courage and optimism. Hear us roar.

By Dana Taylor Posted in Musings

Debut

Writing the first post of a blog site feels like an auspicious occasion, like the christening of ship. Quick, get out the champagne. On the other hand, there is the question of whether the world needs another blog site.  What’s worse, I’ve heard “a blog shows the world your first draft.” Pure anathema for a writer.

Nevertheless, I plunge ahead. “Definitely Dana” is a phrase that came to me a few years back when I was naming a radio show. Those who knew me deemed it just right. I am a mixed bag of spirituality, comedy, wisdom and cynicism. I am a Christian who reads The Tao Te Ching, accepts reincarnation as fact, and loves singing praise songs to Jesus. I spend an hour in the morning sending healing energy as the Spirit leads. I wasn’t surprised by the monkey business of Tiger or the Governator, but don’t pass judgment on them.

I think I’m on the planet to fulfill some sort of mission. Writing appears to be part of it. As part of the Supernal Friends, I am intensely interested in matters of healing, whether it be of the body, the spirit, or the planet.

I realize we are living in historic times, call it The Shift, The New Age, The End Times, whatever.  Things are a’changing at breakneck speed–politics, religion, publishing, technology, weather, even geography. People are changing also.  Some are becoming “multi-dimensional,”–able to tap into various levels of information swirling about the universe.

It’s an amazing, frightening, wonderful time to be alive. I’ll be writing about the things I see, the insights I receive and the hope I feel for a better world.

Dana Taylor

By Dana Taylor Posted in Musings