Kathy’s Corner: Saying Yes to Life !!

Listen to this inspirational talk by Rev Kathy Osullivan, intuitive healer and motivational visionary. From stories and her fascinating childhood in Burma during the war, to beautiful thought provoking poems, this talk will put a smile on your face for sure 🙂


The talk opens with an introduction by Rev. Judith Grant, who leads a short grounding process and then introduces Kathy.  Enjoy!

by Rev. Kathy O’Sullivan

Good evening. It is wonderful to be here with you tonight. I have been looking forward to this.

I want to bring the love of Mother Earth into this space. So I am hoping all of you have your feet firmly on the ground so we can feel her love for each one of us, right now. Breathe it in. Let it go. Breathe in that great love that supports you. Never let it go!

Let’s get started!

It’s a great time to be alive. It’s a tough time to be alive. Yet it is a time of great possibility if we reach for it.

I’d like to start this evening with a story about my mother!An unusual place to starts, but let’s go for it.

My mother was born with the proverbial silver spoonin her mouth yet chose to marry my father, the eternal student without a penny. In fact, when my sister was born she had to go back to living with her parents because he had no income. BUT! He finally got his degree and became a minister with a fine parish in New Hampshire which came with a house. She was happy. I was born.

Here the plot thickens. One day, surrounded by new friends, drinking tea, the mail man arrived and my mother noticed one unusual envelope, his letter, but she opened it.It was an invitation for him to come teach and be a minister in Burma. Where was Burma? The friends had a good laugh.

My father came home and she handed him the letter thinking it was a joke. He read it, looked up, and said, “I think we should do it.” That raised all the fears and angers of her soul –abandonment, poverty, separation, loss. She couldn’t believe him. She ranted, she raved. He was just quiet. Finally it was night and they knelt down to say a prayer before bed.

My mother told me she said hers loudly and firmly: “I do not want to go to Burma.I will NOT go to Burma. But, God, if you want me to go YOU have to change my mind. I will not do it.” She went to sleep.

The next morning, just barely waking up, she says,” I felt these words being written across my head,’ “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to meet all God’s children onthe other side of the earth.’” She was astonished. She knew the words had not come from her. It was God’s response to all her fears and tantrum. From that moment on she was convinced they were going. Even when the job was for a while withdrawn, she was the one who held the faith that this was what they were meant to do.

This was in 1937. Burma, between India and Thailand, was a month’s journey by boat across the world. I learned to walk in Egypt en-route.

This experience shaped the rest of my mother’s life. She fell in love with ‘all God’s children’ and kept her faith in spite of war and separation, disease and danger. My parents lived their whole lives on the move. They never owned a home. But her gallantry, her optimism, her fascination with peoplenever failed. My mother set the tone for my optimism in life. She and my father are together in heaven now, looking down on us all.

Here is what I want to say: the good Lord, by whatever name you want to address him, her, it is there, available. No circumstance, no trouble can separate us from that. We are beloved children. ALL OF US.

It is just a question of how we wish, want, decide, to connect. We are all beloved. We live in a loving universe.

It is sad that ‘world news’ comes to us with a drumbeat of gloom – Chicken Little, the sky is falling, the sky is falling. I get sad when I hear over and over again, “I don’t watch the news.”

In fact, there has never been a time on earth when so many, working with the conviction in their heart, are reaching out to help others. That news SHOULD reach us.

The Gates Foundation bringing education and medicine to the far corners of the world- fantastic. Doctors without Borders – fantastic. People rushing to aid the victims of landsides and earthquakes. Think of all who volunteered to help at the World Trade Center. Fantastic. We live in a time of great hearted people and all know some amazing caregiver in our midst. It is a time of Blessed Unrest. There is a real light growing around our planet.

The question is, how do we connect with that? How do we unburden our hearts of the daily struggle with life and find the greater horizon of peace? How do we, like my Mother, get to the place where we let ourselves be transformed by the Loving Power that guides our planet.


How do we learn to feel and love and support the greatness lying in our own hearts!


Poor hearts. We beat them up every day with our worries, our failures, our mistakes, our fears. ARISE I SAY, ARISE! Those are the words that Jesus used when he cured the paralytic let down through the roof of the house he was in. I say ARISE, with the power inherent in your own heart to love and to give.

We have been given a language with which to stay in LIVING CONTACT with the LOVE that does guide our universe; that is all around us, that is free like the rain.

This language, The three I’s I call it. INTUITION, INTENTION and IMAGINATION,. This is what we learn to trust when we meditate here in Pathways. We are on a tremendous journey of awakening.

As Marianne Williamson so eloquently states:

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

Nelson Mandela, during his 25 years in prison cutting stone kept his spirit alive with this poem:


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

I have made copies of both poems which you can take if you want them.


One last story, of my friend Bo Lozoff. This was a man who took it into his own heart to be a friend of those hundreds of thousands of people locked in our prisons. He found pen pals for these people. No matter what the crime, each person was sacred to him and needed love.

Anyway, the mission he gave himself weighed more and more on his soul and he found himself saying, “Lord, am I doing enough? What more can I give?” It came to the point where wanting to give all he decided to go on a month’s retreat where he would give up all but the barest minimum of food, would drink only water, and hardest of all, would give up all contact with the person he loved the best, his wife. He prayed and he prayed that God would show him what more he could do. And then . . . . one day   . . . . the answer came to him: BE HAPPY. That was it. It was simple. BE HAPPY!

Does our God, our beloved MOTHER EARTH, want anything more from us?

Big breath now, feet on the ground, breathe in that love.
And let it go – all around you.



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