Freedom Beyond Boundaries

16/08/2025

❤️🙏”Do you have 8 minutes?”🙏❤️

I do……. Always……So if you need a call….if you need some help….. or if you just need to hear a voice that cares…. I will always have 8 minutes for you 😘 ###x

31/07/2025

Gregg Braden is a scientist and best selling author, who is renowned as a pioneer in bridging science, spirituality and the real world.
I had the pleasure of meeting Gregg after seeing him talk a few years ago. His profound knowledge is incredibly insightful as well as being scientifically based….
This is a fascinating watch 🥰

What if your thoughts could shape reality? What if your feelings were the code to the Matrix?In this mind-expanding presentation, bestselling author and scie...

22/07/2025

“She didn’t leave us money — she left a rule.”
Grandma had a rule ❤️

If you wanted a cookie, you had to earn it. Simple as that. It didn’t matter if you were six or sixty — no one reached into that big glass jar without doing something first.

“Wanna taste sweetness?” she’d say, wagging her wooden spoon at us grandkids, “Then go make some of your own.”

Washing dishes counted. So did sweeping the porch, feeding the old mutt Bandit, or pulling weeds around the mailbox. Even tying her shoes when her fingers got stiff with arthritis — that earned you a peanut butter blossom.

Some folks might call that strict. But Grandma wasn’t mean. She was the kind of woman who called you “darlin’” while handing you a mop. The kind who saved bacon grease in a can on the stove. Who knew the price of flour before she asked how your day was. Who taught us that dignity didn’t come from what you had — it came from what you gave.

That cookie jar sat like a throne in her kitchen — a wide, heavy glass jar with a rust-red lid and a crack running down one side like a scar. It always smelled faintly of cinnamon and old wood. I swear, even when it was empty, it smelled sweet.

The last time I saw her, she was wearing her Sunday cardigan on a Tuesday. Said she was feeling chilly “deep in her bones.” That was the day she made her last batch of snickerdoodles — the soft kind, rolled in sugar and cinnamon, still warm when she handed them out.

I remember her hands, how the veins looked like river maps beneath paper-thin skin. “Don’t eat more than one,” she warned me with a wink. “Save some for your uncle. He’s fixing the porch swing.”

That was her way — always connecting reward to responsibility. Even dying, she didn’t let go of her rules.

She passed in her sleep two nights later. Quietly. No fuss. Just faded out like the last ember in a fireplace she kept going too long.

The funeral was held at the Baptist church two blocks from her house — the same church she’d cleaned every Saturday for nearly thirty years. People came from counties over. Folks I hadn’t seen in decades. A man in overalls with grease under his nails told me she’d once brought his daughter soup every day for a month when the girl had mono. “Didn’t even ask,” he said. “Just showed up with that dented old thermos and a smile.”

My cousin Abby gave the eulogy, but it was that moment after — when we all gathered at Grandma’s house — that broke me.

The jar sat on the counter. Empty.

For the first time in my life, I reached in without asking.

Inside, folded like a secret, was a note in Grandma’s shaky script:

“If you’re reading this, you’ve already done enough.”

Funny, how something so simple can sit at the core of who we are.

The Cookie Jar Rule wasn’t about chores. It was about contribution. About not taking sweetness from life unless you’d offered a little bit of it first.

It shaped us. Made us helpers, not takers. My brother Joe’s a firefighter in Missouri. Says the rule stuck with him when he pulled a boy from a burning garage. “Didn’t think,” he said. “Just moved.” Abby became a nurse. My youngest cousin runs a food pantry out in Tulsa.

We don’t talk about it much. But we all know. That jar raised us just as much as Grandma did.

These days, I keep it on my shelf.

Still cracked. Still smelling like sugar and old wood.

My daughter tried to throw it out once — said we could find a prettier one online. I told her no. “You don’t replace a compass just because it’s old,” I said. “You just keep following it.”

When my grandkids visit, I set the jar out. Still filled with cookies. Still with the rule.

The first time, little Ellie looked confused. “But Papa,” she asked, “why do I have to do something for just a cookie?”

I smiled, handed her the broom, and said, “Because you’re not just getting a cookie. You’re learning how to give first.”

We live in a world now that praises convenience. Swipe this. Tap that. Next-day shipping, same-day everything. Gratitude’s gone quiet, and patience is a stranger.

But that jar — that old cracked jar — it reminds me that the sweetest things in life still come after the effort. After we’ve wiped someone’s tears. After we’ve held open a door. After we’ve swept a porch no one thanked us for.

That jar reminds me of Grandma.

And the rule she left behind, tucked inside us all:

Never take the sweetness before you've offered your hands.

19/07/2025

You have so much more power over your consciousness than you realise!! 💡🧐🧠

Lynne Mctaggart’s groundbreaking work and the subsequent results of her worldwide Intention Experiments, offer a valuable insight into the true power of focused intention.

This video is well worth taking a look at 🩷🕊️🩷

Award-winning journalist and bestselling author Lynne McTaggart takes you on a profound journey into the science and practice of collective intention, uncove...

07/06/2025

“Big shout out to my newest top fans!” 🎉🥰🥳❤️

Miriam Hunt, Andrew Ward

Thank you so very much for your continued support ❤️ Lynne ###

07/06/2025

Once upon a time, there was a little girl—fragile, yet brave—lying in her bedroom. A rare, serious illness had stolen her strength, but not her ability to dream. Every day, she gazed out the window at a tree, watching the leaves fall, one by one.

One afternoon, in a faint voice, she whispered to her older sister:

“How many leaves are left on that tree?”

Her sister, heart aching, came closer and stroked her forehead.

“Why do you ask, sweetheart?”

“Because… when the last leaf falls, I feel like… it will be my last day.”

Holding back tears, her sister smiled with all the gentleness she could muster.

“Then we’ll live each day as a gift. And it will be beautiful.”

The seasons passed slowly. The leaves fell, one after another. But there was one stubborn leaf that clung to a thin branch. Every morning, the little girl searched for it—and every morning, it was still there. Steadfast. Present.

Autumn went by, then winter, then spring… until summer arrived. And with it, the illness faded. The girl started to eat more, to laugh, to hope again. One day, she got out of bed, shaky but determined, and went out into the garden.

She wanted to see that miraculous leaf up close.

And then, she discovered the truth.

It wasn’t a real leaf. It was a delicately hand-painted plastic leaf, lovingly tied by her sister on a silent night. A small act of deception—a big act of love. A silent promise: “You don’t have to be afraid. As long as you believe, nothing truly ends.”

Because hope isn’t made of words. It’s made of invisible gestures, of fine threads that connect our hearts. And if you ever lose it, let someone keep it safe for you.

Unknown ❤️

20/05/2025

Someone once said,
“I don’t wish people health or wealth. I wish them luck.
Because the people on the Titanic were healthy.
They were rich.
But they weren’t lucky.”

It makes you stop and think.

After the 9/11 attacks, a lot of people came forward with stories.
Stories about how they survived, not by choice, but by chance.

One man lived because he took his son to his first day of kindergarten.
Another survived because it was his turn to bring doughnuts to work.
Someone else missed their train.
Someone got stuck in traffic.
A woman’s alarm didn’t go off.
Another spilled coffee on her shirt and had to change.
Someone’s car wouldn’t start.
Someone went back home to answer a phone call.
One person was running late because their child was being unusually slow.
And one man simply couldn’t catch a cab.

They were just small things. Ordinary things.
But those tiny moments changed how that day unfolded.

Ever since I read these stories, I’ve started thinking differently.

Now, when I’m running late,
When I forget something and have to go back,
When my morning falls apart for no reason,

I try to remind myself:
Maybe this isn’t bad luck.
Maybe I’m exactly where I need to be.
Maybe something is protecting me from what I don’t even see.

So the next time things don’t go your way,
The keys go missing, the traffic is awful, your plans fall apart,

Pause.
Take a breath.
Maybe it’s not a setback.
Maybe it’s life helping you in disguise.

Because sometimes,
The delays that frustrate us
Are the very things that save us.

Unknown ❤️

26/01/2025

“Today’s been a very good day ….. 🥰
I’ve just had this wonderful review from one of my younger clients 🎉🥳”

My names Rosie I’m 16 and I have had migraines since I have been 12 whenever I used to get a migraine it would mean I was In bed for the next 2 days In the dark in a lot of pain. I had 3 sessions with Lynne and I can’t even begin to describe how crazy it is I haven’t had one single migraine since and have felt so much more energetic and been able to keep up in school as I’m not missing so much school. The second problem I had was my tummy aches they started a few years ago and I went to the doctors for them to try and help me the pills they gave me didn’t work and had the sessions with Lynne and completely forgot I even used to have stomach problems which is so amazing I can’t thank Lynne enough ###xx
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So if you, or someone you know suffers from migraines, ibs or any other debilitating condition, that nothing else you’ve tried seems to help with, please don’t hesitate to get in touch with me.
The effectiveness of The Emotion Code is truly fascinating and in many cases, life changing for my clients 🙏🥰

Lynne ###
www.freedombeyondboundaries.co.uk

25/01/2025

Do you suffer with “FIBROMYALGIA“?

In the last year, I’ve had a huge amount of success with fibromyalgia and helped my clients with easing the symptoms that are associated with this debilitating condition🤗🎉❤️
These have ranged from widespread pain and brain fog, to poor sleep, causing extreme tiredness.
If you feel I could help you, or you know someone that you think could benefit from this incredible work, please contact me via my website for a free telephone consultation where I will explain everything in more detail 🥰
I look forward to hearing from you,
Lynne xx
www.freedombeyondboundaries.co.uk