Whew, is it just me, or has the past week been like a kick in the pants? People everywhere are experiencing shifts in their relationships with others. We, as a collective, are becoming more AWARE, and sometimes our awareness of the faults and traits (real or imagined) of others precedes the aha moment that says...oh..I am that, I am. (Thanks for the comma, James Twyman, that cleared a lot up.) Others are experiencing a feeling of total separateness, like they are so very alone and misunderstood. Lightworkers, know this... the imagined darkness you believe you carry has given you knowledge and wisdom beyond your years. It provided the perfect training for your destiny. But its a fucking illusion. (How long did you think it would be before I dropped the "F-Bomb"?) That is not to take away from your experience, but this is actually an empowering concept.
So this means it is possible to create a new reality based on buying into illusions that are preferred. This week I focused on the concept that when you give a brother (or sister) what they need, you get what you need also. I considered that idea many times throughout the day, and did what I could to be of service to others when it was appropriate. Every day at least once, I was distracted from my routine via intuition and listened for what the need might be. What I noticed was that small miracles became visible and I started to become more aware of others offering ME kindness. I was showered in kindness and goodwill by the very people I least expect it from. Maybe these kindnesses were always there, but I am more aware of them now than ever.
There have been stretches of time in my life where I offered my assistance to everyone in my aquaintance who needed help. I felt used a lot, so that is a dead give-away that I wasn't saying "yes" for the right reasons. What did I expect to get in return? Probably re-assurance that I am not a bad person, a belief that I have carried with me as long as I remember. As long as I carried that belief in my heart, I couldn't help anyone authentically. Where did I get that belief from? It's ridiculous when you think about it, but my oh-so-wise assessment of my worth was based on the worldly knowledge of a child.
But it wasn't the only part of my experience. I grew up on a farm, with lots of animals and more space to roam that I could roam. Outside Gaia herself embraced me in the branches of trees and held my hands in her earthy grip while I making mud pies in mom's garden. I saw the Creator in everything and lost myself gazing into clouds, trees, and the huddles of baby chicks in the spring. I developed a rich imagination, an alternate reality that afforded my mind with something to do besides worry, giving me the exact training required for psychic readings. My bond with the earth is the same as it was when I was a child, and to take in that delight once again with my children reminds me of my own lost innocence and for the moment, reclaim it.
Hang on everyone. There has never been a better time to wake up. A great part of your own evolution involves not taking responsibility for anothers emotions, actions, or enlightenment. It means waking up to the fact that you are magnificent, and if your life is not expressing that magnificence you will get rattled. You know when you are on your path when you are happy to do what you are doing regardless what it pays. The ways to increase your abundance will show up, but if you are unwilling to pull out and adjust the beliefs that keep you on the fence you will stay in the current level, or experience a "fall" to get you going. That "fall" could be a job loss, health issue, death of a loved one, bankrupcy, divorce, or you could be dealing with those situations through another ie: a spouse or child. In order to see your power, you have to test it sometimes.
Until next time.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Shifts Happening Out There
We have now entered a time when the line between dark and light has become more crisp. I see it like a skipping rope stretched across the sidewalk, enabling us to hop from side to side with a lot more ease. Many of us have felt a little more aware in the MOMENT that if we choose the same old way of approaching people and situations that we will find ourselves in the hamster wheel again. Running breathlesslessly and getting no further towards our goals.
Speaking of hamsters, last night Riley and I cleaned his hamster's cage. Poor little TB doesn't get out of the cage much these days, he's almost a year old and periodically gets fogotten in favor of Lego Star Wars. And although we know that come summer, TB will be soaring over the yard in the Millenium Falcon, much ship building must take place in preparation for the flight and while the engineers are at work, the astronaut sometimes gets forgotten. I placed TB in his little plastic ball and got to work disassembling his cage for cleaning. He scrambled around on the kitchen linoleum for maybe 15 minutes, but the moment I got the cage back together he manuevoured the ball right next to the cage. As I watched he actually extended his little hands out of the ball, and grasped the bars of his cage, then began scrabbling madly at it like as if to say "Enough already, let me back in! I want to go home." I was incredulous! What? You haven't even checked out the living room? Not that I minded, those balls are like little turd wagons, spraying hard little brown pellets with lightening speed when he really gets going. Those turds I can do without.
But I digress...animals can teach us much. Little Lilo, our center pug, approaches life with a curiousity that sometimes gets her stuck in precarious situations, mostly with her head stuck in something and her litttle dog but being the only thing visible to indicate where she is at. But someone always comes to the rescue. That's her experience, so she continues to discover life in her own quirky way, knowing that no matter what, someone will help her out if she gets stuck. Her failures are just as entertaining (and to her as well, I believe) as her victories. Lilo might be, in all actuality quite small but in her mind, she is much larger.
So where are you? What do you choose? The cage is a relatively safe place. If you embrace the moments when you are out of the cage, using those unfamiliar challenges as opporunities to explore without judgement you just might discover that you were safe all along, no matter where you are. And if you are like Lilo...well, remember, eventually, no matter how stuck you get, someone will always show up when you can't handle what you have created. Maybe that's the most important thing of all, tursting life, trusting yourself, trusting others, it's all the same.
Something to ponder: When you give someone what they really need, you get what you need also.
Until next time.
Speaking of hamsters, last night Riley and I cleaned his hamster's cage. Poor little TB doesn't get out of the cage much these days, he's almost a year old and periodically gets fogotten in favor of Lego Star Wars. And although we know that come summer, TB will be soaring over the yard in the Millenium Falcon, much ship building must take place in preparation for the flight and while the engineers are at work, the astronaut sometimes gets forgotten. I placed TB in his little plastic ball and got to work disassembling his cage for cleaning. He scrambled around on the kitchen linoleum for maybe 15 minutes, but the moment I got the cage back together he manuevoured the ball right next to the cage. As I watched he actually extended his little hands out of the ball, and grasped the bars of his cage, then began scrabbling madly at it like as if to say "Enough already, let me back in! I want to go home." I was incredulous! What? You haven't even checked out the living room? Not that I minded, those balls are like little turd wagons, spraying hard little brown pellets with lightening speed when he really gets going. Those turds I can do without.
But I digress...animals can teach us much. Little Lilo, our center pug, approaches life with a curiousity that sometimes gets her stuck in precarious situations, mostly with her head stuck in something and her litttle dog but being the only thing visible to indicate where she is at. But someone always comes to the rescue. That's her experience, so she continues to discover life in her own quirky way, knowing that no matter what, someone will help her out if she gets stuck. Her failures are just as entertaining (and to her as well, I believe) as her victories. Lilo might be, in all actuality quite small but in her mind, she is much larger.
So where are you? What do you choose? The cage is a relatively safe place. If you embrace the moments when you are out of the cage, using those unfamiliar challenges as opporunities to explore without judgement you just might discover that you were safe all along, no matter where you are. And if you are like Lilo...well, remember, eventually, no matter how stuck you get, someone will always show up when you can't handle what you have created. Maybe that's the most important thing of all, tursting life, trusting yourself, trusting others, it's all the same.
Something to ponder: When you give someone what they really need, you get what you need also.
Until next time.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Creating Awakening
2009 feels different. I truly didn't notice much of a vibrational change in the 2007-2008 shift, but this feels...good. For the first time in my life I have actually transcended personal drama enough to make the conscious decision to create an emotional hell/transformation through relinquishing my addiction, my buffer to all that is unpleasant. Oh yes, it is true...I am giving up tobacco and nicotine.
February 6 I wake up a non smoker. I have been smoking since the age of 11, synchronistically around the time I started exploring metaphysics. It became something I couldn't consider living without since the age of 15. So what that means, on an emotional level, is that I have suppressed my feelings through nicotine from that point onward. So I didn't really feel any of it at its true capacity. More than two decades of incredible life experiences, not experienced to their full potential for the fact that I numbed myself through them. All of that crap, stuck in an internal closet somewhere, bursting to get out. My last two (and obviously) failed attempts revealed a well of tears that were completely involuntary, not brought out by any thoughts or happenings. I wept for two days for absolutely no reason at all. I was still functioning, my eyes just leaked incessantly. It was very odd and once finding out that I wasn't hurt or dying my kids, colleagues and neighbors just pretended not to notice or simply scurried out of my vicinity
I have a plan. I work with genius's, they can surely help. Hypnosis from both Lynn and Tracey, also have several stop smoking hypnosis tracks on my MP3 player. I will fall asleep and wake to meditations reminding me that I am a "clean fresh air breather". I will carry a toothbrush and paste in my purse and delight in a tingly fresh clean mouth. I will eat anything I freakin want to for the first week while reading exercise magazines. I will toboggan regularly and engage in lots of activities that are make it difficult to smoke. Like showering. I will reclaim the round ass of my youth and against all odds, my breasts will once again become the perfect perky specimens they were before I even considered having children. Okay, that might be a little far fetched, but the Universal Laws are not discriminate.
I chose a day, February 6, a 19/1 day in numerology and a day when Mars is working in my favor. Jupiter is in my sign all year, which will give me the energy and endurance to achieve this.
And...I'm going to blog the insanity.
PS Anyone want to quit with me? Not limited to tobacco, addiction is addiction.
February 6 I wake up a non smoker. I have been smoking since the age of 11, synchronistically around the time I started exploring metaphysics. It became something I couldn't consider living without since the age of 15. So what that means, on an emotional level, is that I have suppressed my feelings through nicotine from that point onward. So I didn't really feel any of it at its true capacity. More than two decades of incredible life experiences, not experienced to their full potential for the fact that I numbed myself through them. All of that crap, stuck in an internal closet somewhere, bursting to get out. My last two (and obviously) failed attempts revealed a well of tears that were completely involuntary, not brought out by any thoughts or happenings. I wept for two days for absolutely no reason at all. I was still functioning, my eyes just leaked incessantly. It was very odd and once finding out that I wasn't hurt or dying my kids, colleagues and neighbors just pretended not to notice or simply scurried out of my vicinity
I have a plan. I work with genius's, they can surely help. Hypnosis from both Lynn and Tracey, also have several stop smoking hypnosis tracks on my MP3 player. I will fall asleep and wake to meditations reminding me that I am a "clean fresh air breather". I will carry a toothbrush and paste in my purse and delight in a tingly fresh clean mouth. I will eat anything I freakin want to for the first week while reading exercise magazines. I will toboggan regularly and engage in lots of activities that are make it difficult to smoke. Like showering. I will reclaim the round ass of my youth and against all odds, my breasts will once again become the perfect perky specimens they were before I even considered having children. Okay, that might be a little far fetched, but the Universal Laws are not discriminate.
I chose a day, February 6, a 19/1 day in numerology and a day when Mars is working in my favor. Jupiter is in my sign all year, which will give me the energy and endurance to achieve this.
And...I'm going to blog the insanity.
PS Anyone want to quit with me? Not limited to tobacco, addiction is addiction.
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