Tuesday, August 30, 2011
For myself all the old ways of being, thinking, reacting are finding their way to the surface and making their last plea for survival. There are more arguments, more misunderstandings but whereas the people I am involved with who are my greatest teachers,hold on to the interactions as a cause to blame, seek revenge and keep the negativity alive, I know that they are just the last remnants of my old self, being played out.Of course I can quite easily be taken prisoner and stay locked in a prison with my supporting actor, but I have learnt to quickly dismiss this scenario as an illusion and move on, even if my accomplice does not.
What is important to remind yourself at this time is that others are mirroring the last remnants of the old in you and there is no need to do any 'work' on yourself but just release it to allow the new to take hold. The more you are conscious of this the less chance there is to keep re-creating dramas that keep both of you locked in the old.
This is where relationships will either break or become stronger. By releasing all anger and revenge you are free to be all that you were meant to be. This could help to bring a new lightness to a relationship, the other basking in your light, allowing theirs to shine through. Or if the other is just not at that place yet, they will find it increasingly uncomfortable to be in your presence, as you will be a bright reflection of all that they are not and also will on some level know that they need to do the work and they are just not willing to do so.
It will become increasingly difficult for people who have a strong sense of service, who feel they have a mission to save the world. This is not possible anymore for each one of us has been called to make the choice alone. We all have been given free will where we are given the choice of moving to the new where all our creations will find fruition as all is functioning from the heart. Or we can stay where we are in the old functioning in an environment where the energy is of greed, materialism and ego.
People who find themselves torn, wanting to help their loved ones to move on to a place they know exists, will increasingly find they are continuously been disrespected, their creations even though they are heart felt will not take hold in this old energy and will become disillusioned and depressed.
It is a time where we all have to become more 'selfish' not in the sense of greed or manipulation but in self love and to fully acknowledge the saying of 'if you don't love yourself you cannot love anyone else'. Also the saying, 'If you love someone let them go.' We are all here on this planet at this time with our own lessons and agendas. The overall theme is love, but we are not meant to meddle in each others lives, however much our need to help.
Last night I had intense dreams of the end of the old world and the beginning of the new world. I cannot remember the details but I 'know' the overall truth. I also 'saw' my deceased mum in my dream sitting at a stadium wearing a baseball cap, with an intense expression of anticipation on her face. I felt she was watching to see what choices I am going to make, what choices we are going to make. The whole Universe is watching us, we are the highlight of the celestial world at the moment. Our decisions are important to them as we are part of the whole, what we do affects the whole.
We are all being lovingly nudged by our guides which we can 'hear' as our sub-conscious to make choices for our higher good. Again it is our choice if we want to listen. We are also being lovingly supported by our non-physical friends of light. We are not alone, but we do need to make the individual decision of where we want our reality to be.
Much love and compassion
Sunday, August 28, 2011
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_____________________________________Look me in the eyes when we're together. During conversation, during quiet moments, just a glance is sometimes enough; other times, a long and meaningful moment is profound....show me who you are in this way, and I will do the same. - SDS, August 2011
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Friday, August 26, 2011
I have been feeling very restless these past few days. I am very conscious of Moon energies and a New Moon is approaching on ther 28th August. I also 'know' that there are many planetary events taking place in the heavens and even today there are reports of a 'new' planet being discovered made out of diamonds.
I am becoming bombarded by lots of conflicting messages; I am on the one hand reading and channelling angelic, loving energies of having faith and having trust in all happening in Divine perfect order. On the other hand I am reading about the Illuminati- the people in higher places (I suggest you do your own research on this) trying to create a New World Order and creating situations (illusions) in order to keep us from seeing the truth.
What is the truth?
My son came to visit from Cyprus and we had a wonderful 3 weeks together. He is 20 years old and into Christianity. He is not following any particular church but is leaning to the side of everything that is not through Jesus Christ is heresy. Since I have more open minded views he 'lovingly' sees me as a lost soul taken over by the dark side.
We had a couple of 'loving' chats about love, life and peace and I felt I conveyed that where he believes Jesus is God incarnate on Earth to show us how much he loves us, I believe that Christ is a consciousness. I expressed that the Jesus story, whether real in historical fact, is not an issue for me as I believe that it is an allegory about spreading the Light of God, and Jesus is the pure example of this Light.
Of course this became more than a loving chat and we both found ourselves defending our beliefs. I ended the conversation saying that I believe there is One Truth and many ways to this. He replied, 'How do you know? How do you know if you do not have Jesus Christ in your life?'
I replied telling him I have Christ in my heart as we all do, it is the process of opening the heart that helps us to the TRUTH.
I have been ploughing the Internet today and yesterday looking for the TRUTH of what is happening to our planet and the cosmos and to us. I found lots of information, but for some reason I could not read any of it - either it was too scientific, too metaphysical, or too alien- like.
I realised that we need to look for the answers ourselves. The TRUTH is within us, it is in all we are doing, all that we are thinking, all that we are feeling. If I think a certain way this creates a certain truth for me. If I feel a certain way this is an indication of how I have been thinking. If I am doing something that is not in par with who I am, how I feel and how I think, then I am further from the TRUTH.
Keep it simple: Think with love, feel the love and do with love - anything else is less than the TRUTH!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
The faint smell of damp casually assaults my sinuses as the hard steps make their presence felt on my aching backside.
Neither of these things matter.
The aged stuffiness of the old Theatre in which we sit, and the noise of the kids running about, excitedly bouncing around on the threadbare carpets only add to the excitement of the moment; nothing can take my concentration away from the significance of what I was about to do.
I can hear the muffled sounds of singing. I know they are singing for me. Everything is about me. This moment will travel with me for the rest of my life, having set the wheels in motion for the rollercoaster that my soul will ride upon forever more.
We are in the middle of rehearsing one last time, for the big show that is due to open tomorrow night.
I’m nervous as hell, but really excited about being a part of this year’s Gang Show, a vaudeville style production, traditionally put on by kids from the local Cubs, Brownies and Guides, as well as my Scout troop. I’ve even got a couple of speaking parts and I can’t wait to get the show started.
I am 12, and I feel like I was born for the stage. I am one night away from stardom, and ready for the fame. I already dance at my Cousin’s dance school, so I felt at ease as soon as we began transferring our rehearsals to the actual stage. As long as nothing comes along and distracts me now, I know I will be a huge name in musicals one day.
What my acting career probably doesn’t need is a distraction such as sitting on these steps right now, holding Karen’s hand and looking into her eyes.
As the rehearsals progressed, I became increasingly friendly with Karen. I’d found myself wanting to spend more time hanging around with her than fighting and playing with my male friends, though I wasn’t really sure why. Then, earlier on today, she held my hand.
Right there in the Wings, as we waited for the next song to start.
And now we are wordlessly sitting on these hard damp stairs, backstage at the Newark Palace Theatre.
Suddenly, her face grew closer.
The hairs on the back of my neck tingle and stretch, as time adamantly refuses to tick by.
Her face grew closer.
My knee trembles as fear explodes through my nervous system.
Her face grew closer.
I stop breathing, I stop hearing. I am no longer here. The singing, the children’s chatter, and even the damp have all gone. I am nowhere.
Her face stops moving.
Somewhere, deep down in my genetic coding, I know it is all up to me from here, I am the man and the next move will have to come from me. I am going to have to man up and get on with it.
I am going to have to kiss a girl.
I pause as I recall the bag of pickled onion Monster Munch I ate earlier, but it is too late to worry about that now, because the fracture in time is about to heal itself. I can put it off no longer. I’ve learned all that I can possibly learn from my friends about kissing; now I’m going to have to put it all into practise.
My eyes close as my lips part and move, with a false confidence, toward hers.
The softness of her lips can only be bettered by their taste. I explode with the power of this brand new connection that links Karen’s heart to my own.
I am distracted. The world blinks out of focus for an eternity as the software in my brain rewrites itself. With its return, a new world order is born. My priorities have changed forever, because I have just learned something that will dominate my every thought for the rest of time.
I’ve finally worked out what girls are for.
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Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Over the past decade I had allowed my community to become mostly virtual. This was the result of a lot of things, both circumstantial and through my own actions. The shape of my social life had become very narrow and isolated. Then when "real life" impinged upon my routine I realized that I needed some real life connection, and that my digital family was dangerously ephemeral. Nothing personal against you, if this includes you - just that I needed to reach out to people I could actually feel, see, and hear. I had been a political/social/pop culture blog junkie through the oughties, and gone more or less cold turkey to save my sanity; I realized I was repeating the same problem with Facebook, and had to cut myself off.
I currently live in a rural area where my main social interaction is limited to immediate family and longtime family friends. I still write but am in something of a state of hibernation -- I think that the habit of putting everything out there straight from the skull without any editing is not always productive. Sometimes you have to refine your thinking in solitude, so that when you are finally ready to say something you are delivering the best you have to offer, and aren't burdening your readers with filtering your output. If you make a habit of delivering quantity over quality, your readers are liable to ta ke you for granted. That is assuming you have any.
About once a week I head back into the city to hang out with my daughter. That part is great, but I am constantly reinforced in my dislike of city life. Maybe I'll go back to that kind of living eventually, but at the moment it doesn't seem appealing -- the high stress, high stakes, dehumanizing, brutal crush and thrust of it all. Out here, even the most important tasks get done when they get done; the main urgency is to live and be a human being. What other value is there? We walk slower here, talk slower here, think slower, make eye contact, eat together, laugh together...ironically with so much solitude available we are seldom alone. People are not as numb to one another out here. Sometimes they even talk to strangers.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
to some a nasty word... leading to a shift of comfort zone, the requirement to learn something new, a stirring up of the status quo...
to some a word filled with hope, looking forward to different circumstances which may be better than the current one...
to some a chance to grow and stretch, to move out of ones safety zone and embrace the future... change = opportunity...
for a great number of us, change equals resistance or a "heels dug in firmly in refusal" to shift out of the current and into something unknown... some of us hold so tightly to where we are, that nothing can dynamite us forward, thus losing the opportunities that this forward movement brings into our lives... stuck by fear, by indecision, or even by the "well we have always done it this way" mentality, so robs us of experiences that can and should enrich our lives... change = fear...
it seems that nothing ever stays the same.. a drive down the street reveals an empty lot where a building stood just 24 hours earlier... a turn at the next corner shows a new condo development... the world economy on it's roller coaster ride... the fast pace of technology where your newest toy is old by tomorrow... right down to the look of your Blog page... always refreshing, changing it up, keeping it fresh, keeping it new...
I think they need to update (change) that old saying that there are only 2 things in this life that are guaranteed, Death and Taxes.. well how about adding "Change" to that list...
I am always fascinated by people's reaction to moving forward and making changes... hell it feels like you fall off the grid if you don't keep up with it all these days... but why do some of us resist change so ferociously... especially when making those adjustments is for the good... I myself can count numerous times when I have also, bucked the changes, refused to get in line... soon enough to be standing on my own as the rest of the crowd moves off into the distance... don't get me wrong, I have no issues with swimming my own stream, but what holds me back, what locks my feet into inaction...
Am I shedding my fears and replacing that with something deeper, a sense of being strong enough and able to take on what comes at me, dealing with the off chance that some obstacles will need to be overcome along the way.
Ultimately, with whatever accompanies the waves of changes that wash over our lives, it is still a journey of discovery, that chance to learn and listen, teach and speak of our experiences with one another... a movement of ideas, of physical location, of spiritual practice and of new thoughts embraced...
open the door to something different, analyze and dissect, teach yourself something new and become changed in the process...
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Watching the news today and yesterday I am very sadened at what is happening with our youth. They are looting, setting businesses and homes on fire, assaulting others and having total disregard for authority or others. It was quite frightening today when I was parked in Bearwood High Street in Birmingham. All the shops where shutting down, on advice from the police. I felt the fear thick in the air.
I have been more sadened by the response from people though. Yes, these young people are totally out of order, they are abusing and violating laws and boundaries and it must be very frightening and devastating for the people who have lost through these riots. But, what saddens me the most is how people write off these youths as 'ferral', 'vermin'.
I replied to a facebook comment that suggested that these young people needed a good smack to learn respect. I responded that they would not learn respect from a smack and maybe the youth were reflecting a general unrest in all mankind and through their actions, however wrong, were gaining public airing for something to be done about it. The response I received showed me that people have a lot to say about wrong doing, giving themselves as examples of good behaviour, but are not willing to be a part in the promoting of the peace.
What do I think is happening in the bigger scheme of things?
There is a lot of cosmic energy aiding the moving forward of our new world. Whatever does not match the new has to go. Unfortunately, this comes out in chaos, destruction and loss. There has to be a clean slate for the light to take hold.
Why the young?
The young are the ones that will lead the new world. They are embodying more light but darkness hangs around waiting to embody what matches it. Unfortunately, there is so much that matches it in what the young watch, play and do, that this causes alot of collision.
If more people could hold on to the end result, i.e. the progressing into the light, without getting too involved in the drama (difficult if the riots directly affect you) then big change can happen quickly with not too much heartache. But on saying that heartache can be another catalyst in pulling people together. The world has its eyes on the UK at the moment and feels our pain.
It will be interesting to see what comes out of this - unity or more separation?
Monday, August 8, 2011
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A simple analogy would be when you buy a new car and suddenly you see that same model, same color car everywhere you go. Prior to purchasing that new vehicle, you never before noticed so many of the same car everywhere you traveled. Your eyes and your consciousness have been newly awakened to that recognition, where before, part of you had been sleeping.
This holds true with endless layers of who we are, where our lives are heading, where we have been. When a new person comes into our lives, and love occurs, we are stunned that we lived our whole lives without that love up until that meeting. This applies to friendship, to family and to intimate love, as well as to new experiences, studies, dreams, etc. It is almost beyond acceptance, once the love is realized, to ken how we survived without it for so long. Our heart was partly sleeping, waiting for that arrival of that person or that experience to wake up that spot that was reserved exclusively for them/it.
Talents lie partly sleeping also. Sometimes they awaken with a jarring crash, startling us with the all consuming need to dive in and embrace the newness, turn it in our hands and make a mark on the world with it. Other times, those talents are merely dormant, waiting for occasional awakening. This happens for me with various artistic endeavors. I can go for months at a time without any need to be creative beyond my daily writing. Then something happens to awaken the partly sleeping Muse and I hit a frenzy of creativity, producing a wide range of artistic expressions.
To me, it is an endless joy to discover something new to love....about myself, and about the people around me. Relationships are rarely static, and even in strife, we learn and grow. Areas that had been partly sleeping within the context of relationships are regularly nudged awake. We are never truly allowed to rest smugly on our laurels in that regard, and I see that as a positive. Complacency hasn't ever been a behavior that I embrace. I tend to be very active about communication so that all parties concerned can be clear and present with one another. I fail at this, sometimes rather spectacularly, but the intent is always to be present and aware. Because of this, I find that I am also equally aware when an area that had been partly sleeping suddenly awakens. For me, it is a tangible thing, something I can physically sense and feel stirring. I do my best to pay attention to that stirring, so that I recognize it for what it is. It's when I ignore the sensation that I tend to bump my toes a wee bit, so I do my best to be mindful.
Recently, in perhaps the past six months, I've had a whole slew of partly sleeping areas come to full wakefulness. These awakenings have spanned a wide range of experiences and relationships, some providing challenges to overcome, and all of them broadening my sense of Self and growing those newly awakened spots in my heart. I have a fanciful image in my mind's eye of early morning hush coming softly awake, birds beginning to chirp, dew glistening on grass, trees and flowers in a private meadow that exists uniquely for my Soul to process these occurrences. Oddly, this same meadow is a place I visit when I meditate, so who is to say it doesn't exist in some metaphysical manner. The awakening of partly sleeping facets is the important thing to experience, to be aware of as it occurs. I've never been a proponent of walking through life in an unconscious manner, so this awakening process is one that I enjoy. I learn so much about myself as a result. I've spoken about that endless refining of Self, of Soul, that we do on a daily basis. The concept I am speaking of here, of "partly sleeping" is just a metaphor for that daily growth we all experience.
The world is largely expansive, rather than contractive, and so are we as people. We are here to grow and learn, to push boundaries and embrace new experiences. With that in mind, I imagine that we are gifted with endless ability to expand as yet unknown partly sleeping facets. Traits, experiences, thoughts, loves and more. It is a satisfying thought to me, because it means we are never truly finished. We never learn it all, never experience it all....and at the heart of this thought is Love.
Through the waxing and waning, the ebb and flow of every experience, Love is the vital force at work. Sometimes it lies sleeping for years before the awakening occurs, but that space for that particular love...be it a person, a place or an experience...that space was always there, inside us, waiting for that awakening. We drift from one awakening to the next, continually learning. And the beauty is that there will always be another moment when something that was partly sleeping is nudged, gently or urgently, to come alive and take full occupancy of that space in our hearts. I just really like that.
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Sunday, August 7, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
When I breathe from my heart, it is never a mistake.
Sometimes the simple act of that breathing from the heart is the most challenging thing on earth to do. I still do it.
Locking the car w/ the keys in the ignition and my purse and cell phone still inside the car is going to happen occasionally. I look at it as a reminder to slow down. Usually that happens after I throw a bit of a conniption.
I can love someone sincerely, but also not like who they are. The two are not mutually exclusive and both teach me acceptance….of myself and that other person.
The art of kissing should never be underestimated; view it instead as profoundly valuable. Seriously.
Banana flavored popsicles might be bad for you because of all the sugar, but they sure bring a smile.
When I was wee, my Grandpa assured me that fairies lived where wisteria bloomed. To this day, I still believe, and I still glance about on occasion to search them out.
I have accepted that having a poor sense of direction doesn’t make the world stop turning.
Look me in the eyes when we’re together. During conversation, during quiet moments, just a glance is sometimes enough, other times, a long and meaningful moment is profound….show me who you are in this way, and I will do the same.
Embracing manners will always matter to me. Call it old fashioned, but I find it a beautiful expression of respect and, to me, it is worthy of continuing.
I will never understand the concept of curling as a sport. I get that it's a venerable sport, with rich history and culture behind it. I'll even watch it during the Olympics (because I watch everything during the Olympics), but I remain mystified.
Sometimes blackberries make the world a better place. It’s that simple.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
I started blogging by writing about a pilgrimage to a monastery, but recently I made a pilgrimage of a different kind to the town where I was born--Joplin, Missouri. I had already bought my ticket to Joplin for a 4th of July family reunion before the May 22nd tornado. My parents, as well as numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins, live in or near Joplin. I flew in at dusk and I picked out with relative ease the bright, busy lights at the intersection of Range Line and I-44, and I could see the twinkling lights and tree-covered streets of Joplin as we flew over. It was also easy to spot a wide brown scar cutting through the heart of Joplin which had no lights, no trees, no greenery. The F-5 tornado had carved a six-mile-long path of destruction, at times almost a mile wide, which left more than 150 people dead, 7,000 homes destroyed, and 18,000 cars totaled.
But if the aerial view was astonishing, the view on the ground was shocking. Standing at ground zero—say, at 20th and Connecticut, or near St. Mary’s Catholic Church, or across from Joplin High School—it looked like a bomb had exploded from horizon to horizon, as far as the eye could see. There actually was a “ground zero” since many survivors described the eye of the storm passing over them, an eerie calm both preceded and followed by deadly 200 mph winds.
When I reached my parents’ house, I sifted through issues of The Joplin Globe that my mom had saved, which included the photographs of all those who had died: The three men with Down Syndrome-- who lived in a group home and died there together--Mark Farmer, Rick Fox, and Tripp Miller. A friend of Mark’s wrote that he rejoiced “in 1 Corinthians 13:10 as they now have perfect bodies.” http://www.neoshodailynews.com/joplin-tornado/x1534029702/Neosho-family-survives-Joplin-tornado-in-car
Will Norton, a teenager who had just left his high school graduation and was sucked out of his car. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVSeptS3kec His sister shared that it would only be a short time until Will saw them again because life is so short and “time goes fast in heaven.” Rusty Howard, who was found in Home Depot holding his five-year-old daughter and two-year-old son in his arms. The Pizza Hut manager, Christopher Lucas, who led everyone to safety in a walk-in freezer and struggled to hold the door shut before he died. Another father of two, Randy England, who had been laid off from the La-Z-Boy Factory in November which was, his wife said, a blessing in disguise because he had spent the remaining time with his family. He also was leading a mother and children to safety in Home Depot when he was killed. There are many stories of people who died while sacrificing themselves for others, and many more stories of those who came to the rescue of those who were trapped and injured.
While volunteering at Forest Park Baptist Church, I met the grandmother of two children who died. She told me she had received a phone call soon after the tornado struck from her daughter and son-in-law informing her that one of her grandchildren was dead, and the other was “going fast.” She told me the family had good moments and bad moments, but prayer was getting her through. “I pray all the time,” she said. “It’s all God.”
Two other children were in the car with their grandmother in the parking lot of Home Depot when the tornado struck. The grandmother told the children to start praying, and ten-year-old Mason Lillard was comforted by the angels she said she could see. Mason was pierced by an iron bar but survived.
Harmony Heights Baptist Church across from Joplin High School was holding its Sunday evening service when the tornado struck. Three members were killed, while the other fifty or so members were trapped in the debris. A group of young people arrived on the scene soon after and began pulling the members from the rubble. On a Harmony Heights Baptist Church newsletter is the following:
Devotion for the morning of May 22
Jeremiah 17:17 Do not be a terror to me; you are my refuge in the day of disaster. “Thou art my HOPE in the day of evil.”
Also posted on Strange Islands
I have found that when in my younger years, if someone said, “Here, try this”–and it was not a yummy treat, it probably was not in my best interest.
Every challenge always pays off– Always. You just have to realize that in hindsight.
The things I thought made me feel cool then, often make me feel silly now.
I would have never gotten that perm if I could have seen my senior picture beforehand. (See previous.)
Some of your best friendships do not end–they go into hibernation.
Whatever people feel they need to take drugs for can be achieved without them.
The best title I have ever held is “Daddy.” (And that it took my wife to achieve this title–and still does.)
Upon reflection, when we say we were “born this way”– that should only pertain to the good stuff. The rest we learned.
Being a loser is someone else’s opinion that I do not have to agree with.
I can understand and be compassionate to something without agreeing with it.
Kids and golf can be the most fun you will ever have being pissed off.
God would never forsake me, I would forsake God. (God waited for my return.)
It is okay to love someone and they not love you back–just don’t do it on their property after dark.
I should have listened more to what I didn’t want to listen to.
I also should have kept my mouth shut a lot more.
Most of the worst stuff I feared I created. (Often it would never arrive.)
I see that most of the stuff that I spent most of my time trying to get; I no longer have, and no longer need.
I also see that most of what I ever needed was always there, I was too busy looking in the wrong places.
Love returns. (Not that it ever really goes away.)
You can’t be totally present always looking back in hindsight.
From Artisan of the Human Spirit
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
the journey starts with the "freedom "from" me"...
the ability to lay down my fears, my wants, my needing to be thinner, richer, taller, more humorous, live in a bigger house... the freedom to be me without all that our own minds say is important, more important than who we really are... the keeping up with the Joneses so to speak... the lack of being complete and happy with what we have been given... talents, speech, sight, food, shelter, employment... be gracious for what is before you and not what you think you need to have in order to be who you think you need to be... for all that we lust for, new car, larger home, better job all to soon becomes familiar... and then we move the milestone again... think of your last new car... no one could eat it in, drink in it, wear dirty shoes in it... for the first year.... now it's just your car... where does the race stop... which milestone becomes enough... a million dollars... maybe it needs to be 2 million... maybe 5... what or when is enough...
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