Dear Friend,

Dear Friend,

Recently I’ve encountered many people who are and have been doing incredible healing work in their communities. And because of all that’s going on in the world, they’re now questioning if they’ve made or are making any positive difference at all. In my travels and conversations with family and friends, doubt and cynicism seem to be on the rise. This concerns me. God placed this letter on my heart to share love and encouragement with you.

In the past twenty-six years in my calling in youth development I have attended many funerals for young people. I have experienced many grieving parent’s tears shed upon my shoulders as they screamed in agony from losing their child. I’ve been in courtrooms many times as a young person I knew and worked with was given a life sentence. I’ve been in abandoned buildings where children have not had any solid foods for over a week. I’ve been in drug houses and assisted law enforcement in rescuing youth who were being bought and sold for sex. I could go on and on with examples about the evil that is encountered in my work, our society, and around the world, and I am sure you can too.

We can count our scars as the number of times we’ve been wounded and compare tragedies, or we can count our scars as the number of times we’ve been healed and share miracles. It’s not about what you walk into, it’s about what you walk in with. You, my dear friend, walk into the darkest moments of people’s lives delivering light. Can we change what’s already happened in our lives or the lives of others? No. Can we influence what happens next? Absolutely! And sometimes we forget that influencing what happens next is more powerful than what happened before. Inter-generational healing is more powerful than inter-generational trauma. And what an honor it is to be part of a cycle of healing. Thank you for choosing with the Creator of your understanding to be the healing force you’re created to be. I could go on and on with stories of overcoming all odds, fortitude, resilience, healing and miracles that is encountered in my work, our society, and around the world, and I am sure you can too.

A dear friend of mine, who has selflessly served his community for many decades recently described his decades of countless contributions as, “It’s like trying to punch a hole in water. It doesn’t do any good. It’s just a nice illusion.” I reminded him that feeling as if what we’re doing is not making a positive difference is the illusion, not the truth. We all feel like that from time to time, especially after experiencing tragedy. But what is it that we guide our young people to do when they’ve experienced pain, loss and tragedy? We guide them in honoring their feelings. We guide them in expressing their feelings in a manner that is not destructive. We guide them in channeling their pain, loss, and tragedy into healing medicines for themselves, their family, and our communities. We guide them in how to use every stone that life hits them with as a stepping stone to create a better path for themselves and others, instead of using those stones to build a wall around their hearts and give up.  And isn’t that exactly what guided you to the path of service you’re on right now? Now isn’t the time to give up. Now is the time to remember why you started and why you’ve held on so long.

Any reason why we want to give up on our vision, mission, and purpose is also the same place where our vision, mission, and purpose can become even more clear, refueled and restored. The work you do is so important and I thank you for doing it. I honor you for doing it.

Sincerely,

Anthony Goulet

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Decide for Yourself

A rose never decides against itself. It allows all of its beauty to unfold, both receiving and giving all of the perfection that it is. You are a sacred blessing, miracle and gift. Any resistance to this truth is ego. The ego only wants separation. And what a separation it is to loath and condemn yourself, then project that violent separation outward to others.

Who came up with the false image of you that says you’re anything less than a sacred blessing, miracle and gift? As sure as you did not create yourself, you did not create this false image of yourself. This false image reduces the son and daughter of the Most High Creator to a guilty, condemned, disconnected, unworthy, unknown, and insignificant fragment. This false image is violence, both the cause and the symptoms. This violent fragmentation is the opposite of the whole and Holy truth that the ego does not want you to remember, because in this Holy memory the ego dissolves to the nothing it is. Do not bow to this false image of yourself anymore. No matter how temping it may be to say that this is humble, because there is nothing humble about deciding against yourself without the Creator. Humility is deciding for yourself with the Creator.

Arrogance is thinking of yourself as anything other than what you are. What you are is a sacred blessing, miracle and gift, yet even those words are mere sparks compared to the Light of Who you are from and all that is you.

Dear child of the Great One, how great is your memory that needs only one word to dissolve the thin veil you think separates you from your Maker and all of creation. In this instant you are called back to the Creator and yourself. In this instant your ancient Holy name is known again by you, calling you, speaking it clearly in your heart. In this instant you remember that it is not a journey of one thousand miles, but only one step that takes you from hell to heaven.

Lay down your mask. The masks you’ve worn are no longer necessary because you are welcome here.
Lay down your hopelessness. You are not hopeless. You are as certain as God Who created you.

Lay down your perfectionism. You are and have always been perfect.
Lay down your desire to become someone. You are already much more than some one, you are all within the One.
Lay down the desire to become something. You are already more than some thing, you are everything.
Lay down the weapons that ego has forged against you, and then projected towards others.

You are Love. Love is eternal and beyond destruction. The thin veil of false images telling you that you are anything less than a sacred blessing, miracle and gift are mere distortions of your Holy reflection. The false images of ego have painted over the mirror that obscures your Holy reflection, so when you look at the lies, you think it’s you, but it’s not. You’re beyond the lies that blur your vision. You’re beyond the past that the ego uses to justify self-imprisonment. You’re beyond the false images the ego has constructed that blur you from you, God, and all of creation. The Creator Who lovingly hung the earth on nothing manifested you from this same great love.

In this instant you remember that the slate is clear, and always has been.
In this instant you wipe the mirror clean of all the false images that cloud your true reflection.
In this instant you see your true self again and remember you are a sacred blessing, miracle and gift.
In this instant you reach out to the loving life-giving rain and sunshine that nourishes you and allows the beauty of you to unfold.
In this instant you decide for yourself with God and bloom within the sacredness you are.
In this instant you decide for yourself and allow the illusions of the ego to roll off of your flawless petals.
In this holy instant you decide for yourself, with God, and remember that you are Love.

The rose in full bloom
Nourished when open
Magnificence displayed
Never deciding against itself
The rose is humble

Rose with poem II

Bravo, 13 Reasons Why!

A few weeks ago when our youngest son, who is fifteen years old, asked if we can watch 13 Reasons Why on Netflix, I was unsure, but was most definitely happy he asked that we watch it together. I had heard many things about the show from many different people. In my full time work as the assistant administrator of an emergency youth shelter and a street outreach crisis counselor, I have many conversations with youth, parents, and my colleagues in the field of youth development. What I heard from many youth is that I should really watch 13 Reasons Why because it is amazing and powerful. What I heard from many adults is that I should watch 13 Reasons Why, but only to know what the youth are watching because the show is dangerous, harmful and glorifies suicide. My wife, fifteen year old son and I just finished watching the final, thirteenth episode of 13 Reasons Why. As is so often the case in my personal and professional experience, the youth make more sense than the adults. 13 Reasons Why is just as so many youth had described to me – amazing and powerful.

After watching the entire show, I now see why so many adults have found a way to interpret the show as something dangerous and harmful, because the show reveals and places right in your face the dangers of maintaining the current status quo in many communities, that to this day still exist and reinforce the three rules that are present in all unhealthy relationships: don’t talk, don’t tell, don’t feel. The show reveals the harm that impotent anti-bullying policies do nothing more than tell victims to ignore the torment, yet every day students pass by anti-bullying posters at every turn, in every hallway of every school. The show reveals the dangers of the very real rape culture that exists. The show reveals the harm of doing and saying nothing; the dangers of politics that work to protect an institution rather than the victims; the harm of policies that work against truth rather than revealing it; the dangerous truth about the direct and indirect threats that youth and adults who are ready and willing to expose, address and find solutions with those who are marginalized, victimized and suffering experience when advocating for justice. For the aforementioned reasons, and so many more, 13 Reasons Why is not dangerous and harmful, but reveals a great deal of the direct and indirect dangers and harm that our children maneuver through every day. And for this reason, 13 Reasons Why is threatening to those who profit from, don’t care, or lack the moral and ethical courage required to address the dangers and harm that have become societal norms that our children experience every day. As for the glorification of suicide, 13 Reasons Why absolutely does not promote nor glorify suicide. It does however shine a spotlight upon many causes that require deep, in-the-trenches work, which seems to be a place few want to look, and even fewer are willing to work within.

Professionally, I have no idea how many suicide interventions that the Creator and I (I would be a fool to attempt to facilitate such things on my own) have facilitated. There have been countless youth over the years who have handed me the gun, knife, razor, or box cutter that they were going to use to take their own life. And it is never their life they are seeking to end, it’s the pain they’re experiencing that they want to end, but at that moment in time the pain seems endless. It’s so easy to tell someone, suicide is a permanent solution for a temporary problem, and the person delivering such bumper sticker psychology doesn’t see or didn’t listen to the fact that the young person standing before them has been dealing with their struggle for twelve, thirteen, fifteen, or eighteen years or more. I’ve watched adults deliver clichés like that to traumatized youth who’ve experienced endless pain, placements, systems and institutions for decades, but the adults delivering such clichés will lose their shit if their latte isn’t prepared correctly and ready in under five minutes at their local coffee shop.

A while back in my full time job there was a young person who wanted the pain to end and felt the only way to do that was to die. The young person attempted to throw themselves in front of a truck. I was there and was able to push the young person out of the way, but in the process I fell in front of the truck. I thank God (literally) that the driver of that truck was paying attention and swerved out of the way. I was able to restrain the young person until the police arrived with emergency psychiatric personnel who transported the young person to a psychiatric emergency hospital where the young person received the long-term care they needed. In the three or four minutes it took for the police and the emergency psychiatric personnel to arrive on scene, the young person hit me very hard in the groin, and screamed over and over again at me, “You don’t give a fuck about me! Why didn’t you just let me die?!” Experience, both professionally and personally, has shown me that this initial reaction to a successful suicide intervention is not uncommon, because due to the abuse, pain, loss, tragedy and trauma that so many of our children have experienced, they truly are astonished when someone really does care about them, because in the lives of far too many young people no one has cared, and if they did care, they’ve never demonstrated it to the young person in consistent, unconditional loving and compassionate way. After that young person was in a psychiatric hospital for a while, and had time to be open to and receive the best treatment there is, which is love, I received a letter from them along with the bracelet that I have chosen to use as the photo for this article.

For some, I may be using extreme examples. For others, it’s their daily professional or personal experience. Yet, how many suicide interventions have we all facilitated and never even knew it? Those moments when we give a compliment. Moments when we soften our eyes and allow love to shine through us, looking upon someone gently, simply acknowledging their precious presence in this beautiful life. Sending a random message to our family and friends that they are a sacred blessing, miracle and gift. Telling a stranger that they’re a sacred blessing, miracle and gift. Letting someone know we believe them and believe in them. And how about with and within ourselves? Look in the mirror, especially in severely challenging times, even through tear-filled eyes, and remind yourself that this is a shitty moment in life, but it is a moment in life, not the rest of your life, and that you, too, are a sacred blessing, miracle and gift. Oh, there are so many ways we’ve all facilitated suicide interventions and will never even know it, because we will never know who is standing on the ledge. And there are so many ways all of us have facilitated suicide prevention and will never know it. All the moments when we allow love and compassion to pour through us are moments we are facilitating healing that is literally beyond measure.

Personally, my family has been impacted by suicide attempts and completions. I survived two suicide attempts as a teenager, and again I emphasize, I did not want my life to end, I wanted the pain to end, and it did, thank God. God sent people like you into my life, even if for a brief moment, to extend love, compassion, guidance and care. I am eternally grateful for loving and compassionate human beings like you who were there for me when the only thing I had to offer were my tears. Bravo, 13 Reasons Why for your courage in lifting the rugs where secrets remained hidden, but were no less dangerous, so that those who are willing will willingly be vessels through which the prayers of others are answered, and even in the midst of a person’s many reasons why, a bright light shines forth revealing many reasons to live. Be the reason someone says, “Because of you, I am here.”

Because of You, I am Here

by Anthony Goulet

Until someone can see you as a sacred blessing, miracle, and gift, they cannot see you.

Although I was told many times that I would be dead or in prison before the age of eighteen, you didn’t see me as a problem needing to be incarcerated, beaten, or thrown away.

Although I was sexually abused and experienced other traumas that no one should ever have to endure, you didn’t see me as a victim, who, at best could only rise to mediocrity. You didn’t see me as at-risk, a problem, victim, or mediocre. You saw me as a sacred blessing, miracle, and gift. I knew that for the first time in a long time I was seen. And because you saw me, truly saw me, I began to see myself. Because of you, I am here.

Until someone hears you as a sacred blessing, miracle, and gift, they cannot hear you.

Although I was talked at and talked to most of my life, you wanted to hear my voice. My voice that had been beaten back into the recesses of my mind. My voice that I had hidden for so long out of fear that it would be scrutinized, disrespected, mocked, and rejected again. I didn’t even know where my voice was when you came to me. Yet, through your ability to listen and skillfully use the power of silence, you walked me through my internal abyss of pain, loss, tragedy, and shone a powerful light of listening upon the words I thought were lost. You unraveled the voices of strangers, illusions, and lies, gently removing everything I’m not, so I could once again hear my own voice recall and reclaim the sacred blessing, miracle, and gift I am.

You heard me. And because you heard me, I began to hear myself. Because of you, I am here.

Until someone believes you as a sacred blessing, miracle, and gift, they cannot believe you.

Before you came to me, I had made many outcries, none of which were ever investigated. I was not advocated for. I wasn’t believed. So, I began to follow the three rules that exist in all unhealthy relationships: Don’t talk. Don’t tell. Don’t feel. These three rules amount to nothing more than suppressing our truth, but I followed these three rules to where they always lead us, bottles of alcohol, drugs, putting ourselves in harm’s way, and suicide attempts. But you weren’t like the others. You saw me, listened to me, and believed me. You told me and showed me how to talk, tell and feel.

Because you believed me, I began to believe myself. Because of you, I am here.

Until someone accepts you as a sacred blessing, miracle, and gift, they cannot accept you.

Because you saw me, heard me, and believe me, I knew you accepted me. I knew it was acceptance because it wasn’t conditional. I didn’t have to prove anything. Your acceptance didn’t depend upon my attitude, behavior, grades, or what I could produce or consume. Before you came to me I was around people who accepted me only as long as I followed their rules. As long as I didn’t talk, tell, or feel, I was accepted. As long as I was willing to not be true to myself, I was accepted. As long as I was willing to harm myself or die, I was accepted. You could have cared less about my willingness to die, however, you were extremely passionate about me regaining a willingness to live.

You accepted me. Because you accepted me, I began to accept myself. Because of you, I am here.

Until someone has faith in you as sacred blessing, miracle, and gift, they cannot have faith in you.

You saw me, heard me, listened to me, and believed me. How could I not know you had faith in me? You didn’t just believe me when I told you what was done to me as a child, you advocated for me in the face of those who wanted me to crawl back to the three rules of don’t talk, don’t tell, and don’t feel. You didn’t just ferociously advocate for me, you saw what no one, including myself, could see in me, you saw greatness. You were highly experienced and skilled, so you knew that you could not have a relationship with my potential, but you knew I could. You uncovered the lies and illusions that blocked me from seeing, hearing, believing, and having faith in my potential. You often quoted Robert H. Schuller, “Anyone can count the amount of seeds in an apple, but only God can count the amount of apples in a seed.” I found it funny and exciting when you would say, “Only God knows how many apples are within the seeds of greatness within you, but I am willing to bet anything that you have at least a one-thousand acre orchard!”

You had faith in me, and because you did, I began to have faith in myself. Because of you, I am here.

Sacred blessings, miracles, and gifts are kept safe.

You saw, heard, believed, accepted, and had faith in me. How could I not feel safe? Yet, it was more than a feeling, it was truth. A truly safe place and space majestically appeared whenever I was in your presence. I need you to know that knowing I was safe made my life easier, and although some days I still tried to push you away, it was only because I felt safe that I dared to push the limits. Because what I learned before you came into my life is that conflict, no matter how minuscule, has one result, violence. Whether the violence was physical, where someone is beaten for having a bad day, a different opinion, or just saying a little too much, or the type of violence where someone is ostracized, no longer to be included, with a shunning that would make a physical beating feel comfortable. Then there was perhaps the worst violence of all, when someone disappears, not away from you, but right in front of you; a disappearing act where someone who was safe, no longer is. With the pop of a pill, the piercing of a needle, the gulp of some wine, a puff of some smoke, or a snort of some powder, then they were gone, and so was my safety. You never forced anything. You allowed me to be. My experience wasn’t something you tried to interpret, but something you didn’t allow to interpret me. Although our experiences form us, shape us, they don’t have to imprison us. The place and space of safety that came freely in your presence freed me. Knowing my life, words, thoughts, good and bad days, mood swings, laughter, prayers, love, tears, hopes, dreams, and fears were safe with you freed me. Your safety freed me from the worst kind of prison, a life sentence, not behind bars, but within my mind. You helped free me so that moments of my life didn’t become the rest of my life.

You gave me safety, and because you did, I began to feel safe to take refuge within my own heart, and live from my own heart. Because of you, I am here.

We trust sacred blessings, miracles, and gifts.

Like you, and most other people, I had given my trust to many who broke my heart. At the time I didn’t know why I was giving life and trust another chance. Now I know. When you said the words, “I trust you,” it permeated through my soul like a life-giving breeze on a dry, humid day. Your trust renewed me. There was no calculated, direct or indirect threat attached to your trust. You trusted me the same way you respected me, you just gave it with no conditions. And when the time came for me to have some closed-book tests, those times when you told me to make my own decisions, I didn’t pass all of them, but you reminded me that there’s no such thing as failure, only lessons. During my relapses of old habits, behaviors, or choices, you kept telling me, “Relapse is normal. It’s part of this dance, and does not mean you failed. I trust you. You are a sacred blessing, miracle, and gift.”

You trusted me, and because you did, I began to trust myself. Because of you, I am here.

We give peace to sacred blessings, miracles, and gifts.

I could let my guard down with you. I could be me and experience the power of being invulnerable by being vulnerable, which is a manifestation of courage that can only occur when someone knows they’re truly safe. Your presence provided peace. I didn’t know how to react to peace because I was so used to swimming in chaos. I spent so much of my childhood at funerals, hospital waiting rooms, rehabilitation centers, car wrecks, waking up to glass breaking, screams, fighting, and excuses to try to hide what the neighborhood already knew. Peace was loud, uncomfortable, and not easy to digest. But with your help, guidance, and most importantly, your consistency, I grew accustomed to peace. No matter where you are now, just knowing that you gave someone the gift of peace should fill you with the truth that you truly followed a special calling.

You gave me peace, and because you did, I am living a life of peace, and always looking at how I can better share peace with others. Because of you, I am here.

We know that sacred blessings, miracles, and gifts are of benefit to others and all life.

Before you came into my life I didn’t think my life was of value to anyone. I was not simply within the grips of self-pity, I was depressed, arrogant, and angry. I lived in a constant state of despair and hopelessness, yet you taught me that all of my experiences, if I allow them, can be not only of benefit for me, but for others. You taught me that any poison can be transformed to a healing medicine with the right ingredients. You taught me how to transform poisons to healing medicines and that the antivenom does contain venom, but other ingredients are added to it. You gave me the ingredients of love, faith, hope, and compassion and let them run their course. Your ingredients of love, faith, hope, and compassion mixed with my anger, false pride, un-forgiveness, hurt, pain, and loss, until I awoke from my coma as a healed, renewed creation, with many tests that have been transformed to my testimony. An experience that no one can take, and with a love and gratitude that awoke me to wanting to give all I have been given to others.

You showed me that my life is of benefit to others, and because you did, I live every day to be of benefit, to give all I can, and in this giving I have recognized my true calling by one key trait: that which fills me when I give it away. Because of you, I am here.

We love sacred blessings, miracles, and gifts because they are a reflection of the truth of the Great Love that created us exactly like itself.

I had been told, “I love you,” in many ways, yet none of them filled me with the undefinable concept of love until you came into my life. I had such a huge void that nothing I used, drank, smoked, swallowed, or snorted could fill until you came along. Little by little, with each time you saw me as a sacred blessing, miracle, and gift, and each time you heard all that I was saying and not saying, with everything about me being believed, and all that I am being accepted, and you having faith in me, making a safe place and space, trusting me, giving me peace, and helping me realize that my life is beneficial to others, the huge thick walls that locked my heart away came crumbling down, flushed out through the river of my tears, and I loved again. I loved again because you loved me.

You loved me, and because you did, I love myself, and because I love myself, I love others. Because of you, I am here.

I love you

Gather Your Thoughts

Take a moment
to gather your thoughts
And to do that
you have to let go
of the thoughts
fear has given you

Thoughts of hate,
suspicion, jealousy,
greed, violence,
and separation
are not your thoughts,
beloved

Lay down thoughts
that are not yours
and take a moment
to gather
your thoughts
in one holy breath,
one holy prayer,
one holy instant,
this holy instant
you can gather
your thoughts,
or rather,
allow God
to bring
His thoughts
which are your thoughts,
back to you

I promise you,
beloved,
this holy instant
of trust in Whom
you come from,
will result in
you being gently
ushered back to
the love you are
The Great Love
that created you
exactly like itself

Gather your thoughts
They’ll lead you
back to the One
Who created you
in one holy, miraculous
thought of love,
and tell you
of the sacred blessing,
miracle and gift
you are

Gather your thoughts

Gather Your Thoughts