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Hello Dear Friend:

This letter is to let you know what's going on in our lives here in Florida.  I would like to write a personal letter to each of you; but time rules out that possibility . . . for now. I shall also relate, here, a bit of our experiences and the awarenesses in regard to the activities and the presence of Spirit, God, in the human panorama.


Personally, I , Bill , do not seem to change much except to age a bit as the months and years roll by.  The 50 pounds that I gained in the year after I quit smoking in 1986 has backed off by 10 pounds this past year. My hairline has backed off, too , and gradually continues to contribute to the reduction of my weight.  My hearing and eyesight have backed off some, also . . .  but the hearing aid and glasses mostly mostly compensate for that.  I am physically stronger Than I was . . . and playing tennis fairly regularly  has restored some of the sagging muscles and lagging reflexes.  None of this is meant as complaint . . . I am truly grateful for the capacities and health that I have.  I had expressed some dis- satisfaction relative to my physical status, some time ago . . . when communicating with my higher self . . . and was told, "You want the physical to last forever! IF THE CONSCIOUSNESS IS WHOLE; WHAT MATTER'S THE PHYSICAL."  It was a perfect lesson . . . something I have practiced since then to embody it in my consciousness. 

Diann is taking a class in plant pathology at the University of Florida in Gainesville. She drives up there once a week to attend class and lab, and arranges to get another day of lectures taped . . . so she won't have to make that drive twice each week.  She has a hard time keeping life from interfering with her needs for studying. 

Suzy Coats has been living with us for a few months now.  I have spoken of her in a couple of the messages I have Sent out before this.  Suzy helped with our Christmas card.  Diann picked out the angel, Suzy did the drawing, and I put it together. 

At Christmas time, as things stand now, we should have quite a housefull.  Already there are nine stockings hanging from our mantle . . . (and the tree is up, too at the date of my writing this which is Dec. 6 ) .  Suzy's three kids are to be here: Sarah, Jesse and Aaron; plus Diane Carpenter and her daughter Nicole, from California; plus Diann and me.  So who is the ninth?  Diann hung a miniature stocking for her "little ones" a white Netherlands Dwarf rabbit named "Twinkle Toes" ( or "squirt" )  If she doesn't stop tearing Diann up, her name will be "mud".  The

The most significant event in our lives this year; was learning of  Satya Sai Baba.  Suzy was told of him by a friend named Michael Glancey who she met at an Entomology Seminar earlier this year. Michael sent her information and video tapes and vibhuti (holy ash) ; all of which Suzy has shared with us and with others in this area. Diann and Suzy later attended a Sai Baba conference in Boca Raton ( near Miami ) . Sai Baba's awarenesses and influences in the realms of Love and Light are staggering and beautiful.  When we inquired of our own Higher regarding the source of the great Light and Harmony that we each experienced, the Higher Self informed us, "It is the Divine Presence . . . known as Sai Baba."  I believe him to be an Avatar and a Christ . . . a Christ embodiment. He teaches much the same as that Jesus taught and he consistently performs the same miracles that Jesus performed, and more.  

If you have a chance to learn more of Sai Baba and his teachings and his miracles; I suggest you take a look at it and see for yourself what it may mean to you. 

That which I teach is basically the same as that which Jesus taught and which Sai Baba now teaches.  They are Christs, however, and therefore they completely embody and manifest these things which I know and teach . . . but which I have not yet fully embodied as my Being.  I'm still much too human. 

Many of God's miracles of wholeness "attend" me in my purpose . . . but I mostly do not have the conscious awareness of redirecting them; or seeing them come to spontaneous physical manifestation. It is for me to continue my purpose of serving, those whom Spirit sense to me . . . and in witnessing and rejoicing with them in the unfolding, the opening, of their true wholeness as spiritual God beings.  That wholeness may then express in the physical realm, rather than being a part of ( caught up in ) this physical realm. And then are we " in the world, but not of the world".

I send you God's Love and Blessings 
. . . and mine, too.

Bill

William E Achor
Minister,  S.O.S.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         



            CHRISTMAS PARABLE                          
                     By Louis Cassels


Once upon a time, there was a man who looked upon Christmas as a lot of humbug.  He wasn't a Scrooge.  He was a very kind and decent person, generous to his family, upright in all his dealings with other men. 

But he didn't believe all the stuff about an incarnation which churches proclaim Christmas.  And he was too honest to pretend that he did. 

"I am truly sorry to distress you," he told his wife, who was a faithful church goer.  "But I simply cannot understand this claim that God became man. It doesn't make any sense to me." 

On Christmas Eve, his wife and children went to church for the midnight service.  He declined to accompany them.  "I'd feel like a hypocrite," he explained.  "I'd much rather stay home.  But I'll wait up for you." 

Shortly after his family drove away in the car, snow began to fall. He went to the window and watched the flurries getting heavier and heavier. 

"If we must have Christmas," he reflected, "it's nice to have a white one." 

He went back to his chair by the fireside and began to read his newspaper. 

A few minutes later, he was startled by a thudding sound.  It was quickly followed by another, then another.  He thought that someone must be throwing snowballs at his living room window. 

When he went to the front door to investigate, he found a flock of birds huddled miserable in the snow. They had been caught in the storm, and in a desperate search for shelter had tried to fly through his window. 

"I can't let these poor creatures lie there and freeze," he thought.  "But how can I help them?" 

Then he remembered the barn where the children's pony was stabled.  It would provide a warm shelter.  He quickly put on his coat and galoshes and tramped through the deepening snow to the barn. He opened the doors wide and turned on the light.  But the birds didn't come in. 

"Food will bring them in," he thought.  So we hurried back to the house for bread crumbs, which he sprinkled on the snow to make a trail into the barn. 

To his dismay, the birds ignored the bread crumbs and continued to flop around helplessly in the snow. 

He tried shooing them into the barn by walking around and waving his arms. They they scattered in every direction except into the warm, lighted barn. 

"They find me a strange and terrifying creature," he said to himself. "And I can't seem to think of any way to let them know they can trust me.  If only I could be a bird myself for a few minutes, perhaps I could lead them to safety." 

Just at that moment, the church bells began to ring.  He stood silently for a while, listening to the bells pealing the glad tidings of Christmas. 

Then he sank to his knees in the snow.

"Now I understand," he whispered.  "Now I see why you had to do it."