You Say Po-Tay-To,
I Say Po-Tah-To
by Summer Bacon
The name of my company comes from something Dr. Peebles said a long time ago, “We speak the language of the heart, but you try to understand it with the language of the mind. Only when you drop into your heart space can you fully understand our words. With understanding, there is healing.”
It’s this LOVE thing that Dr. Peebles emphasizes over and over again, because we can’t escape it. It’s why we are here. “You try to get someone to give you money, but what you are really asking for is LOVE,” he says. Money can’t buy love, because it IS love? Hmm. He sure knows how to test us.
But, if you really think about it, you’d probably have to admit that EVERY action you’ve taken, EVERY thought you’ve had, EVERY word that you have spoken, is an attempt to touch and be touched, love and be loved by the world. Everyone seeks acknowledgement...whether it is as a receptionist, a CEO, a mom or dad, a trance medium, a minister or a healer. We seek acknowledg-ment—LOVE—in each and every moment of our day. We may be very giving and charitable souls, but if there is no one on the receiving end, our actions, thoughts, words go thud in the world. Great lovers need great lovees.
And so, we watch the issues of acknowledgment escalate to ridiculous proportions as wars break out on earth. “Listen to ME!” “No! Listen to me!” the people shout. These wars on not just occurring between countries, they occur in our homes, our offices, school campuses, and on the streets.
I was involved in a cold war once upon a time. REALLY cold. It was a spiritual war. It was between my then-mother-in-law and me. I had moved to Sapulpa, Oklahoma with my husband and two children in 1992. We were going to live with his mother and stepfather in a wonderful old house just off of Route 66.
I was just beginning to own the fact that I was a bit different than most folks. I had already met Dr. Peebles through trance medium Thomas Jacobson, and I was reaching out to Spirit for guidance on a daily basis. My mother-in-law was Southern Baptist. My psychic impressions and visions were not readily accepted by her, but my husband and I did not hide the fact that these things occurred on a regular basis.
We talked about “loving allowance for all things to be” and she quoted passages from the Bible. I talked about hearing the voices of Dr. Peebles and the Band of Angels, and she talked of miracles that were worked in her life by God. For instance, one time she had cried to the heavens, desperate for help, and an angel appeared and enfolded its wings about her. She slept like a baby that night.
Meanwhile my husband’s stepfather, who was suffering from the advanced stages of Alzheimers, was having the most incredible experiences, seeing and conversing with family and friends who were on the other side waiting for him to transition. My mother-in-law seemed to believe that this was happening, and it was there that we started to find a middle ground of understanding.
Mostly, however, she was wary of me, as I was of her. I thought she hated me, and was certain that she thought I was crazy. We could converse when others were in the room, but often when we were alone, we just stared at each other.
I frequently found myself in the hallway at the top of the stairs just as she was coming out of her bedroom. She would say a curt “hello” and we would slowly sidestep around each other, cautiously assessing each other, circling around like two cats carefully guarding their territory, fur about to fly.
This little dance was getting very old, and I knew we had to break the ice. One day, as usual, I made it to the top of the stairs, and again she came out of her bedroom. This time she just stood there and stared hard at me. I stopped in my tracks.
“Uh, Summer,” she began carefully, “We are very different. You know it. I know it. But, I’ve been thinking. Perhaps we really aren’t so different after all.” A warmth began to spread into my heart. “What you call ‘psychic impressions,’ I call’ visions from God.’ What you call ‘Spirit,’ I call ‘Angels.’ When you see Spirit, I call that a ‘miracle.’ And, you believe in Jesus Christ and God. So perhaps we are just talking about the same things, but using different words. What do you think?”
My mother-in-law gave me a beautiful gift that day. I learned the truth of the old adage, “A rose, by any other name, is actually the same.”
The Doc is right: the language of the mind sends us onto the warpath, into illusions of separation ...but the language of the heart can even put Humpty Dumpty back together again. §
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