Transformation-Keep it Simple

By Stacey Persad

"Not another transformation book!" you say. But wait . . . this one uses poetry to prod your thoughts throughout the day. In Transformation-Keep it Simple, poetry is used to introduce topics for contemplation. The poems are followed by questions and situational examples to help you understand how you perceive the world around you and assess what you can do to 'transform' into the person that you wish to be. The aim is to keep it concise: Let's bring in the virtues and get rid of the vice!

Although Stacey Persad has pursued a career in accounting, her desire to write has been bubbling since she was a young girl. Her initial aim was to write a romance novel but her strong desire to help others guided her to write a book blending poetry with spiritual information and knowledge. Her greatest hope is that each reader will learn a little bit more about his or her true self, and let their inner light shine so they can enjoy life to the fullest.

Ms. Persad's household consists of eight people: four adults and four children. With so many personalities living under one roof, there is always something new to be learned! Ms. Persad's four children have taught her in so many ways, including by testing her virtues of patience, tolerance, and acceptance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Feb 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9780228810056

Stacey Persad

While her Accounting career has given her the foundation for a comfortable life, her desire to write has been bubbling for too long. Her initial aim was to write a romance novel but her strong desire to help others see a spark of light has guided her to blend poetry with spiritual information and knowledge. Once the spark is seen, she hopes that each soul would aim to learn more about the true self and let the full light shine out so that they can enjoy their own little 'heaven'.Her household consists of eight members- four adults and four children. So many personalities and so much to learn! She has noted that her four children are teachers in so many ways. They have tested so many virtues including patience, tolerance, and acceptance .

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Transformation-Keep it Simple

Copyright © 2019 by Stacey D Persad

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Tellwell Talent

www.tellwell.ca

ISBN

978-0-22881-004-9 (Hardcover)

978-0-22881-003-2 (Paperback)

978-0-22881-005-6 (eBook)

Table of Contents

Preface

Introduction

How To Use This Book

Section I: Let’s Begin

TRANSFORMATION

OPINIONS/BELIEFS

DOUBTS

FEAR

ILLUSIONS

RIGHT or WRONG/GOOD or BAD

Section II: Oh, My Gosh! What Happened?

WHAT HAVE WE DONE?

HEALTH CRASH

BODY SORROW

NATURE HURTS

DESIRES

OWNERSHIP

ENERGY

KARMA

Section III: Who Am I?

WHO AM I?

MIRROR, MIRROR

BODY, SOUL, SPIRIT

PERFECT/IMPERFECT

WHAT’S REAL?

WHAT IS MY PURPOSE?

Section IV: Habits To Break

JUDGMENT

DISCRIMINATION

APPROVAL

EXPECTATIONS AND DISAPPOINTMENT

EXPECTATION OF GRATITUDE/THANKFULNESS

Section V: Answers! Answers! Answers!

ANSWERS

MIND OR HEART?

EDUCATION, KNOWLEDGE, AND WISDOM

THOUGHTS

WORDS

DEEDS

GOD/THE DIVINE

Section VI: Feelings, Feelings!

CRYING AND COMPLAINING

ATTACHMENT

CONDITIONAL LOVING

PURE LOVE

FORGIVENESS

CHILDREN AND HAPPINESS

Section VII: Hopes And Intentions

GREENER PASTURES

INTENTIONS GO AWRY

Section VIII: Let Your Light Shine

VIRTUES

LET’S PUT A LITTLE MORE LOVE INTO IT

Section IX: On A Personal Note

SOME THOUGHTS/NOTES FROM MY PERSONAL JOURNALS (Lessons learned along the way):

DAILY CHALLENGE

INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS

SOME FINAL QUESTIONS FOR CONSIDERATION

Section X: Let’s Sum It Up

READY, SET, TRANSFORM!

Preface

Ever since I was a little girl, I knew that I wanted to write. My initial interest was in writing romance novels. I read so many and I started having my own illusions and fantasies of the perfect relationship. Writing has always been an outlet for expressing my feelings. I kept diaries and wrote many poems. In my early twenties, I destroyed them all for a number of reasons. One of the main reasons was that they revealed so much about me and I did not want them falling into the wrong hands.

The poems told a story about me at a particular point in my life. They were about love, heartbreak, sorrow, pain, desire, and lust. I was so emotional about everything. I was so sensitive. I was so fragile. I often tried to remember what I had written. Then I thought it was best that I didn’t try to remember what had past. The lessons had been learned (or so I believed). My interests had changed and my mission in life had changed.

I migrated from Trinidad to Canada with the dream of becoming a famous author. Being new to the country, I received lots of advice. I mistook that advice for instructions; after all, you’re supposed to listen to your elders. The bottom line is that I was persuaded to follow a more practical career path. I pursued my studies in accounting and finally got my CGA (now CPA) designation. Over the years, the urge to write kept lingering. It was imprinted on my soul.

It is no one’s fault that I gave up the dream. In retrospect, the issue was that I didn’t believe in myself enough to follow my dream. I was disempowered. Instead of listening to words of encouragement from people who truly believed in me and supported me, I listened to the voice of doubt due to being in a disempowered state. Most of all, I didn’t listen to my inner voice. I didn’t trust myself. Why?

As a teenager I thought about getting into counselling because I loved helping others and being there for those who needed someone to listen to them. At that time, my husband (then my boyfriend) advised me that I may not be ready as I tended to get very emotionally involved and was easily affected by other people’s problems.

Today, there is so much turmoil and chaos in the world. Even the weather and nature is in turmoil. We live in a state that is suffocating so many. It is a state of much crime, envy, greed, lust, natural disasters, and so much illness (physical, emotional, and mental). How long can this go on? What will it take for us to wake up?

I believe that my spiritual training started long before I truly realized it. I was born in a Hindu home, baptized Catholic, and attended Presbyterian schools for 14 years. I also attended sessions held by the Pentecostal group at my high school. My family owned a bar and I often heard debates about religion along with the village gossip. I backed away from all of it for a while, for a few years actually.

I found myself back in church (Catholic) in September of 2011. I was pregnant with my third baby when I found my way back. On my return to church, I ended up connecting with two priests. One priest was in Canada and the other was in Trinidad. A couple of months after connecting with the priests, my baby died in utero. I was almost six months pregnant at the time. Both priests stepped up to support me.

Instead of being angry at the loss, I felt so blessed that the Divine had set up a support system for me. A lot of people thought that I was suppressing my pain. Apparently, there was some expected behaviour that I was not displaying but ever since I was a child I have always handled death differently than those around me.

Long story short, I had taken some time off work and really appreciated the silence. This is when I noticed messages becoming clearer and clearer. I would think about things and the answers would appear in the strangest places—a conversation I would overhear while waiting in a line somewhere, a book, a sermon at church. It was sort of exciting.

I became pregnant again shortly after but before I knew that I was pregnant, I said, God, if I am blessed with another child I will name her … I couldn’t come up with a girl’s name. Then I said, I would name him … and the name Zacharias came to mind.

I put the thought aside and when I found out that I was pregnant, I repeated the same conversation above and the name Zacharias came to mind again, but still no girl’s name. I ignored it. Then, a few months later, it was confirmed that I was having a boy. I decided to find out what the name Zacharias meant. It means, The Lord has remembered. I named my baby Zackary.

He is a constant reminder of my faith in the Divine. That year, I found my voice and I found a strength that I didn’t know resided in me. I have always felt that Zackary carries the same soul as the baby girl who died. There was a physical death and a physical birth but the same soul continued the journey. That year was challenging and rewarding at the same time.

One of the biggest challenges I faced was the day I went to the hospital to deliver the baby who had died. Without getting into too many details, what I remember most about that day was the moment when I got the strength to deliver that baby without anyone around to help me. No one was taking things seriously, and therefore, no one was there in that room. My hubby had stepped out to get help and the Divine once again stayed with me.

Over the years, I have explored many things with the intention of improving my life, including taking an interest in astrology, gemstones, and mantras. I started looking deeper at everything and incorporated concepts from different belief systems and everything that I have been exposed to to-date. I even did Reiki training (up to level II). However, I still felt like something was missing. I decided that I needed to learn to meditate.

I enrolled in a Buddhist class and studied meditation for a couple of months. I also enrolled in a Raja Yoga class. Both classes were amazing but I had to choose one, since taking classes two nights a week was a bit challenging as I have four little ones at home. I decided to stay in the Raja Yoga class as it was more convenient. My parents and husband were very supportive during this time. The best thing about the class was the teacher who really opened up my thinking. Don’t get me wrong: I loved the Buddhist class and Shifo was straight with me. That class also opened a doorway and I hope to one day return to learn more about Buddhism. In the interim, I’ve resorted to books.

People often ask me, Which path are you following? or Which religion do you belong to? "Do