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An Easy Passage by June Bro

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An Easy Passage
June Bro


easy passage You and I have taken this journey before. We know all the traffic signals, all the landmarks. Once we set out on this path, we begin to remember each step. We see lighted passageways and familiar faces. We know that we have done this before. Departing on this trip should be like any other important leave-taking. It should be a comfortable, even a peaceful takeoff. And yet, facing death brings up many fears. Is this truly the end, or a new beginning? Is there a hell and is that where I’m headed? What about all the mistakes I’ve made? Can they be forgiven? Will I see anyone familiar or will I be all alone?


According to Edgar Cayce we don’t die at all: we just leave one lifetime with its gains and losses and move to another realm to prepare for the next one. The soul never dies. The brain may die but consciousness continues. The truth of this is corroborated in many exciting stories of near-death experiences. Dr. Eben Alexander, a neurosurgeon, who has spoken here several times, tells the story of his own near-death experience. His book is entitled, "Proof of Heaven." If you have any doubts about the next world, read this book.


Dr. Alexander had believed that the brain is the beginning and the end of consciousness. After a severe case of meningitis he was pronounced dead. He could see his body on the bed, with the doctors and family members standing around, the life supports removed. His brain was dead and yet he was aware of all that was going on in that hospital room. How could that be? Then he found himself traveling in the beautiful life-after-death-mode. His story is inspiring and this experience completely changed his understanding of death, the brain, and consciousness.


A question was asked at his last conference here. "Did Edgar Cayce ever have a near-death experience?" There were serious accidents in Edgar’s childhood when he might have had one, but I had seen Edgar Cayce go into his prayer/trance state and I was aware of his disciplined focus and complete offering to God of his body, mind, and spirit.


Hugh Lynn Cayce told my husband Harmon and me that every time his father gave a reading, he moved into a prayerful, focused state that was more like a death state than anything else.


When he was giving a reading, he was in the Spirit and it would have been very easy for him to leave his body for good: the threads between this life and the next were very delicate in this trance state and needed to be treated with the greatest respect and prayer. The vibrations around Edgar always needed to be of the highest order. The pull of the ‘other side’ with its freedom from the responsibilities of the physical realm, and the peace and joyful atmosphere of the spiritual realm, could be very enticing,


Hugh Lynn also told us about a time at the end of a reading period, when Gertrude was slow in giving Edgar the suggestion to return to consciousness, and his breathing became slower and slower and more and more shallow, until Gertrude, Gladys and Hugh Lynn all got down on their knees beside the cot to pray for his life. Finally, his breathing became more normal and he returned to consciousness.


There is no way that Edgar Cayce was afraid of death. On his own deathbed he heard the music of the spheres—heavenly choirs. For him, the passage to the other side was easy. He had been practicing it for most of his life.


Some of you will remember Jim Dixon who was bead of the Study Group Department for many years. When his wife was dying of cancer, he invited my husband and me to visit them in Arizona. His wife Beth and I were very close because she had a beautiful soprano voice and whenever we got together we would spend hours at the piano making music together. I had a dream shortly after this visit.


Jim and Beth Dixon
Jim and Beth Dixon


In the dream, I saw Beth sitting on their king-size bed. In front of her lay shells of all sizes, colors, and shapes which she had arranged in beautiful designs. In the dream I started to weep. I turned to Jim who sat on a chair near the bed and I said through my tears, "Beth is not afraid of dying, Jim. Look at these designs! She trusts the beauty of the process. But there are so many people who don’t know how to die!" Jim nodded in agreement. I awoke, my face wet with tears.


"Then there should not be sorrow and sadness in those periods when the physical turmoils and strifes of the body are laid aside, for the moment, for the closer walk with Him. For indeed to be absent from the material body is to be present with the Lord… And then when…there is the meeting at the river, there will be indeed no sorrow when this barque puts out to sea." (Edgar Cayce Reading 1824-1)

Excerpt from June Bro's The Art of Living from the Jan-Mar 2015 issue of Venture Inward magazine available to A.R.E. members at EdgarCayce.org/members.



JuneBroDr. June Avis Bro  found her life deeply affected by working daily with Edgar Cayce when she and her husband, Harmon, came to Virginia Beach in 1943. She set about sharing her interests with others as a pastoral counselor and minister, as well as by using her skills in the performing arts. She has a graduate ministerial degree from Andover-Newton Theological School, near Boston, and a doctorate from Chicago Theological Seminary. In addition to teaching on six campuses while raising five children, she has been a research assistant at Harvard, lectured and held workshops in many cities, led overseas tours to the Near East and China, and served as pastor. A concert pianist, she has served on the music staff in churches of most of the major Protestant denominations and draws on her background in the arts to illuminate myths, symbols, and dreams. At age ninety, she released her first piano CD called “Soul Soundings,” which is being sold in the A.R.E. Bookstore. Her column for A.R.E.’s Venture Inward Magazine, "The Art of Living" is based on her life reading given by Mr. Cayce in 1944. She wrote the forward to the recently re-released book A Seer Out of Season written by Harmon Bro.

 

My Answer to Spring Cleaning

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My Answer to Spring Cleaning 
By June Bro

I don’t consider myself a hoarder, just a procrastinator. It is time to get my house in order. You see, I have boxes and boxes of possessions that I must get to when I have nothing else to do. That day never comes. I have made lists of the boxes and their contents, and have a rough idea of the size of the job that is coming up for me. You see, I have moved many times in my life and simplified my belongings at each move. But somehow, boxes of books, papers, memorabilia, photos, clothing and correspondence have kept accumulating until they fill one closet, a half of another closet, and half of a screen porch. I also have a few beach items in an outside storage area. When I think about the work of sorting that is ahead of me I get panicked. I think to myself, "I can’t do it. It’s too big a job. I will never be able to follow through."


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"Big Sweep", sculpture at Denver Art Museum, Colorado
Source: Wikipedia


My friend Gail came over one day and helped me sort through some boxes of clothes on the floor of my bedroom closet: four or five boxes. It took half a day. It was a good start, and my friend was unrelenting. "Are you sure you need that?"


My question was, "Can I keep doing this on my own?" I was worried that memories would flood back with each item of clothing (like the expensive black dress I wore to my husband’s memorial service) and slow me down. And when I came to the boxes of photos and correspondence would the memories and regrets over letters unanswered do me in?


The more I thought about it the more I was sure I couldn’t do it alone. I couldn’t ask my friend to take all the time needed to help me get this task accomplished, either. I had to devise another plan.


Finally it occurred to me that I could ask for Jesus’ help. I could pray and meditate for the right answer for me.


Not long after I realized that I should ask the Creative Forces for help, I had a dream. I was standing facing a man in a robe of some kind. He had a very kind face and obviously he was a beautiful soul. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "June, will you marry me?" I looked him straight in the eye, too, and I said without a moment’s hesitation, "Of course I’ll marry you. I love you with all my heart!"


As I thought about the dream, I knew that it must be Jesus. No one else has ever looked at me so intensely with such love. It was as though he was asking me for a commitment, a promise. I knew immediately what the dream meant. I would get the help I needed for this huge task, but only if I remained faithful to my ideals.


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James Tissot – The Lord's Prayer (Le Pater Noster)
Brooklyn Museum Source: Wikipedia


So the advice from Edgar Cayce in his life reading for me was the ideal I needed. He said, "though you have started on a career in music, make the home the career, for this is the greatest career there is in the earth. Those who shun same will have much yet to answer for. Then make thy home as a shadow of the heavenly home." That a family group and their living quarters can mirror the peaceful, orderly, creative, joyous heavenly home seems an almost unattainable goal here on Earth. But I am committed to giving it a try. Edgar assured us that the trying is "counted for righteousness."


virgo - symbolI have Virgo rising so I love order. But loving order and creating order are two different things. I am on a journey to find out how to create order. These are the questions I will be asking myself:


Can I give thanks every day for the loving care God has given me throughout my life? That loving care is often expressed in the thoughts, gifts and words of friends. Can I give thanks and throw out all but the most treasured correspondence? How long will I see an unanswered letter and be overcome with feelings of guilt?


I have many years of memories: cherished items of my children’s growing-up years, family photos, photos of tours Harmon and I have led, tapes of our lectures, correspondence of all sorts, clothes I will probably never again wear, like the expensive black dress I bought for Harmon’s memorial service. There are so many boxes, that if I counted them, I would probably give up the whole venture. Well, not since my dream.


These are the questions I keep asking myself:

  • Can I keep the Holy Spirit alive in me as I work?
  • Can I be patient with myself when I start to tire?
  • Can I stop for a moment to listen for the guidance I need to hear?
  • Can I find joy in every aspect of the task at hand?
  • Can I wait for that sweet jolt of heavenly energy and go on when the going gets hard?

 

Excerpt from June Bro’s column “The Art of Living” from the Jul-Sep 2013 Venture Inward Magazine. A.R.E. Members can read the current issue and past issues in our online Member Section at EdgarCayce.org/members.


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JuneBroDr. June Avis Bro  found her life deeply affected by working daily with Edgar Cayce when she and her husband, Harmon, came to Virginia Beach in 1943. She set about sharing her interests with others as a pastoral counselor and minister, as well as by using her skills in the performing arts. She has a graduate ministerial degree from Andover-Newton Theological School, near Boston, and a doctorate from Chicago Theological Seminary. In addition to teaching on six campuses while raising five children, she has been a research assistant at Harvard, lectured and held workshops in many cities, led overseas tours to the Near East and China, and served as pastor. A concert pianist, she has served on the music staff in churches of most of the major Protestant denominations and draws on her background in the arts to illuminate myths, symbols, and dreams. At age ninety, she released her first piano CD called “Soul Soundings,” which is being sold in the A.R.E. Bookstore. Her column for A.R.E.’s Venture Inward Magazine, "The Art of Living" is based on her life reading given by Mr. Cayce in 1944. She wrote the forward to the recently re-released book A Seer Out of Season written by Harmon Bro.

 

Only a Dream?

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Only a Dream?
By Yvonne P. Gleason



“Anything of importance that will ever happen to you will be previewed in a dream.” — Awakening Your Psychic Powers: An Edgar Cayce Guide
by Henry Reed PhD.

One night when I was a child, I had a vivid dream that shook me to my bones. In this dream, my dad died in a car accident while driving to work. When I woke up, the dream seemed so real that I believed it.


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The next morning at the breakfast table, while Dad was still upstairs, I told my mom about the dream. I told her that I didn’t want Dad to go to work. I thought if he did, he might die.


My mom said, “Oh honey, it was just a bad dream. Don’t tell your father. It’ll only upset him.”


“If it was just a dream, why can’t I tell him?” I asked


“Your father has enough pressure at work and he really doesn’t need to hear negative things right now.”


I persisted. “But Mom, I really think I should tell him. Please?”


“No. Please, honey, don’t upset him with this. Promise me.”


I didn’t want to upset my dad. Besides, Mom was always right about things. She was probably right about this too. Maybe I was getting worked up for nothing. It probably was just a bad dream—a nightmare.


“O.K., Mom. I won’t tell him,” I promised.


I let go of the issue and dug into my cereal. As Dad made his way out the door, I said, “I love you, Dad.”


He winked at me and said, “I love you too, Golden-girl,” just like always.


I grabbed my books and walked to school. By lunch, I’d forgotten about the dream.


Later that night I sat down to the dinner table as usual. My mom had dinner ready to serve, but Dad wasn’t home yet. Six-thirty came and went. Still no Dad.


I looked at the painting of Mary Poppins on the wall across from the table. It was bought after Mom had taken me to see the movie Mary Poppins years ago. I loved the movie because Mary Poppins helped Mr. Banks get closer to his children, Jane and Michael. It wasn’t until Jane and Michael wrote the want-ad for a nanny that Mary Poppins showed up and changed everything.


I didn’t need Mary Poppins, because my dad was always here for me at six o’clock sharp. It was a familiar routine to give him a big hug when he came home.


But tonight he wasn’t here. The tick-tick of the clock began to sound louder and slower than usual. Every second turned into an eternity.


Finally Mom picked up the phone and dialed the office. “An hour ago? Are you sure? Okay. Thank you.”


She hung up the phone. “He left at five o’clock, as usual.”


Seven-thirty came and went. I didn’t move from the table.


Mom started pacing. “Maybe he ran an errand. But I don’t remember him telling me . . .”


No matter how hard I tried to believe that he’d gone to the store or some other place, I really felt like something bad had happened to Dad.


“Why don’t you eat? It’s late,” Mom said.


I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.” The kitchen had grown bigger, hollow and otherworldly with the constant heavy strike of the second hand.


I looked through the sliding glass door that led to our backyard. There was no wind tonight, and I was old enough to know that Mary Poppins wouldn’t sweep down from the sky with her umbrella to help me or Mom.


I began to write my own want-ad in my head:


Dear God,
Please help us stay together. Please find my dad.


Then a few minutes before eight o’clock, my dad walked up to the sliding glass door along with a police officer. In one hand, Dad held his briefcase; in the other, the snow scraper from his car. His eyes were wide as if he was permanently surprised. Mom opened the door. I yelled, “Dad!” and ran to him.


The officer said that my dad was in a car accident while driving home from work. Dad further explained how he’d been pushed down a steep ravine to the very edge, with his car swaying back and forth, ready to drop at any moment. He’d had to be carefully maneuvered from the car.


Suddenly I understood that one move in the wrong direction would have meant disaster. My father had almost died.


blog-flowers11-2014Later that night, with the three of us finally sitting at the dinner table, Mom said, “Isn’t that strange? Your dream last night?”


Suddenly I remembered the terrible dream.


Dad asked, “What dream?”


I told him all about it. My mom apologized for not letting me tell. Dad said he believed it was a premonition.


Even though in my dream Dad was going to work, not coming from work, I knew it was a premonition. I felt grateful that part of my dream hadn’t come true. Dad was alive and here with us.


Dad leaned across the table and said, “The next time you have a dream like that, you let us both know.”


I said, “Okay, I promise.” To this day I’ve kept that promise.


Since that event, I’ve had many precognitive dreams. Some concerning my father; some concerning other loved ones. Over time, I’ve learned to discern which dreams are precognitive and which are not. The precognitive ones bring a sense of urgency to tell a particular person the information in the dream.


Perhaps when all of our souls are on the “other side,” before we’re born, we make promises to warn each other of what’s to come, as a form of protection, or a form of love. I just know that I’m thankful for all of my dreams and the guidance they continue to bring.


Precognitive dreams can come to anyone. I wasn’t “special” when mine started happening. I was just a girl going to elementary school, playing with friends, and making sure I finished my homework on time.


All my life I’ve kept a journal, starting at a very early age. My journals included writing down my dreams and trying to interpret them. Edgar Cayce said that dream journals not only help us to remember our dreams more clearly each time we dream, but they help to keep us open to receiving new dreams and the guidance that comes through them.



Yvonne Gleason Blog 112-14Yvonne P. Gleason has always been fascinated by dreams and their meanings. Her journals usually have plenty of dreams—some with messages—and some still left to be “translated.” Currently she is taking a course on dream interpretation at Atlantic University as part of the Spiritual Guidance Mentor Training certificate program. This is her first blog post for Edgar Cayce’s A.R.E.

 

Meeting Self

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Meeting Self
By Deirdre L. Aragon



Meet self Blog 11 2013Metaphysics teaches that in order to change a situation, a person should first begin with self. To heal others, you must first heal yourself; to love others you must first love yourself, etc. As simple as this may seem, it is one of the hardest concepts for people to accept and practice.


Regardless of the desired outcome, each person must meet their self. This leads to the questions, “Who is self,” and “how do I meet self?” According to Edgar Cayce there are ample opportunities to meet self each and every day.


Merriam Webster defines self as the person that someone normally or truly is. The Cayce readings describe self through the concepts of personality and individuality. Personality is that seen by others. Individuality is that which shines out from within, separating one from another. (345-2)


There are many methods to meeting the personality of one’s self. Perhaps one of the most comfortable ways to meet self is in meditation. A quiet, safe, and familiar atmosphere is the ideal environment to begin this self-discovery. Through focused intentions, an individual is able to make sense of their thoughts and truly meet their self.


meditation Blog 11 2013In my meditation, I focus on my breath. Reducing my body to a simple function allows me to quiet my mind and listen to my inner self. During this stillness I am able to commune with the Christ within and bring myself into peace.


Meditation is a practice that takes work and it does not call to all people. Another opportunity to meet self is through dreams. It is a simple fact that all humans dream and this is the perfect way for self to speak to the conscious mind.


Throughout the ages dreams have affected individuals in their waking lives. Cayce spoke about the importance of dreams and provided invaluable insights to people through his readings. He recommended that people record and analyze their dreams, for dreams are that of which the subconscious is made, for any condition ever becoming reality is first dreamed. (136-7)


As a child I was seldom affected by my dreams, but in the winter of 1990 I was startled by the following dream:

“I was on a space ship leaving the Earth. Everyone was forced to evacuate to avoid danger. As my futuristic family and I flew away, the Earth imploded. We watched the whole destruction from an observation room. We were safe, but the Earth was gone.”

As a young child, I awoke from this dream terrified. My mother soothed me, assured me it was just a dream, and I went back to sleep. A few short months later, at the age of 10, I fell into a coma and had a near-death experience. My prophetic dream was spot on. My world had imploded, but just as in the dream, everyone was safe in the end. Although I did not understand the message of my childhood dream, self was sending me a warning of things to come.


Meditation and dreams are personal ways of meeting self. Another, sometimes less pleasant way of meeting self is through another person. Cayce mentioned on several occasions that self is constantly meeting self. (1771-2) When there is an encounter with someone who appears to be unpleasant, that person is generally reflecting an aspect of ourselves that needs our attention. Sometimes the attribute is from a previous lifetime, at other times it reflects our current life.


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I remember my first several encounters with a very unpleasant woman at my church. She was grumpy and unapproachable, yet she was an active member in the community. While attending a class, I was randomly placed into a workgroup with her. This did not please me whatsoever, but it was only for a short project, so I just accepted the assignment. At the beginning of the second class, this woman ran up to me as I entered the sanctuary and she scolded me for not responding to the group email she had sent out. I informed her that between my mother’s chemotherapy treatments, my two children under the age of three, and my full-time position as a store manager, her email was not a priority. I walked away from her, took my seat, and prepared for class.


A couple of years after that encounter, the same woman came to me and informed me that shortly after we met she had made it a personal goal of hers to make me smile. She said I looked so unhappy when we first met and she found me difficult to approach. I laughed and told her of my first impression of her. She was shocked that anyone would think of her that way, but she appreciated the feedback and acknowledged the importance of our conversation. After coming to know one another through a common service to our church, we had become friends. I supported her when she decided to serve as a board member, and she took the time to get to know me and my family.


My experience with this woman is the perfect example of meeting self through another person. Through mirroring negative aspects of one another we were given the opportunity to change ourselves. Both of us met this opportunity and we each grew as individuals and friends.


Keep in mind that life is filled with opportunities to meet self. Be thankful for the pleasant encounters in life and be prepared to work at the unpleasant ones. Know that each soul constantly meets its own self. No problem may be run away from. Meet it now! (1204-3)


Deirdre L. Aragon 8-2011Deirdre L. Aragon is a Laguna Pueblo Indian, who spent the early years of her life on the Laguna Pueblo Reservation in New Mexico. Her paternal grandmother and aunt, who were tribal healers, taught Deirdre the wisdom and teachings of her tribe. She was raised in a home where metaphysical principles and holistic healing were accepted and practiced as a way of life. During a near death experience when she was ten years old, Deirdre was given the "mark of the shaman" from the Spirit World. Accepting her abilities, Deirdre has designed several healing techniques based on her personal experiences and knowledge gained through various sources and is an active speaker. She is actively involved with A.R.E. in Northern Virginia and has participated in A.R.E. Search for God Study Groups since she was a child. She has been a student of the Unity Movement for over 15 years. You'll find her website Noble Minds, a companion on the path of enlightenment, online at Noble-minds.com.

 

 

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