Your life is written, produced, and directed by you via the thoughts and emotions you keep.
Have you ever had something so wild and outlandish occur that you find yourself truly pondering, "Why? Why did this happen to me? Why am I in this situation?" I think we have all been there.
Generally, after we ask the question and begin the process of fixing whatever was broken, we end up moving on in life. When the pain (physical or otherwise) subsides, we simply move on. In the moment of crisis, we truly wanted resolution, and we are extremely open to input from the inner and outer world. During crisis, we become conscious in many ways, like being present during mundane tasks such as washing dishes, realizing how that process is therapeutic, or cleaning what was dirty and restoring serenity. Or we may find ourselves listening intently to someone’s story, connected like never before.
We also know (during crisis) that an answer can come from any source. And we are right with that thinking.
I heard many years ago that there is "Christ" in crisis. I like that idea because to me it means our Christ self, or higher self, is ready and on post because something has gone wrong. This is true...but it is always true. Your higher self, or whatever you want to call it, is always "on"; usually, it is your “common-mortal self,” the part of you that may not always be in tune with your highest self, that is fast asleep. Keep this in mind: You do not need a crisis to be aware of and guided and comforted by your inner Christ. The Christ in you also has nothing to do with the man and master teacher Jesus Christ unless you say it does. Also, you do not need a "crisis" at all, and you can prevent major breakdowns by paying close attention to small issues. Listen deep within your heart. Whatever is not working for you, start working on it. You can begin by assessing your overall attitude/perception/outlook on the situation, and being as honest as you can about it. Once you see where your paradigm is off track (remember, if it were on track, the situation would be working for you), you can begin to shift it; and then you will naturally be led to aligning your actions with your improved way of thinking. All you ever need is desire; and a persistent desire is an indication that what you want is yours. All problems have solutions. Really, there are no “problems.” There are daily “occurrences,” and the constant aligning with our higher self is all that is needed to transform what doesn’t work into what does.
Earlier in this post you read about how a crisis can open you up to greater awareness of life. When we are in trouble, we summons all of our wherewithal to get the job done...whatever the job is. Think about poor families who have the very daunting job of finding a way to pay for the burial of a family member. If you notice, it ALWAYS gets done. How so? The people who have found themselves in such a dilemma find a way because they know there is no other choice. The idea of there being no other option but to succeed in a venture is a very powerful one. When we make up our minds on a thing, it is done; and a crisis will definitely give you some incentive. Here's a huge issue with making it through hard times. In many cases, people are asleep to the fact that when we "save" ourselves, it is an emergency-based process, and there is even more work after the day has been saved. When I say work, I don't necessarily mean physical work, but that may be necessary as well. What I mean by this is, there is usually a reason we find ourselves in certain predicaments. For example, you were reprimanded or fired for not being on time for work. This sort of incident happens all of the time. Interestingly enough, I often hear people with a level of arrogance say things like, "They set me up," or "They didn't like me anyway," or even those with some spiritual understanding will employ some "spiritual pride" and say things like, "I needed to move on anyway." All of those may be valid points of view, but the issue truly was found in the idea that you continuously broke the boundary of time, which helped create more challenge in your life. So in this scenario, "the work" would be loving yourself enough to look at the issue. Remember how everything unfolded. Did you consider the other people involved? If it was a business issue, were you doing what was asked of you as a team member? Really? And this investigation process or "work" is done with the utmost love for self...releasing ALL need to be right and looking instead to be clear. Looking lovingly close at yourself to be sure that what created this issue is not created again.
The experiences in our lives belong to us. Nothing just happens to us randomly (though it seems that way). That is a tough pill to swallow for many; I have been told that many times. For me, that is one of the greatest ideas in life: to know that although I don't "control" the world I experience, I definitely have a hand in what I experience and how. What a wonderful truth!
When I stumble on my path, I always reflect on what exactly could have been the basis of the issue. As a metaphysician (the practice of metaphysics), I look directly at how things unfold to find what the underlying problem could be. For example, when we dream, there are many images that appear—strange, funny, loving, horrible, etc.; and when we wake up, we say to ourselves, "I wonder what that means."
There is always meaning in the unfolding of events in your day, and that is how you can find out what type of “e-motion” (energy in motion) is about you, and in and about your world, by paying close, detailed attention to what you experience in a day. What type of day do you have regularly? Are you tired? Do people get on your nerves? Do people love, respect, and acknowledge you? Whatever the case, whether or not you believe this way of thinking, this is how it would be best to look at your world if you care to truly understand it.
Details about the way you experience life tell your story in totality. Study every moment of your day to find the answers regarding your life's movie. You are the only person that has the perfect view of your life. Others may help you on your way, but help from outside of ourselves is but a crumb on the kitchen floor compared to the bountiful buffet that you can and will bring forth for yourself (that would include this blog). The "crumbs" of knowledge from others is a wonderful indication that you are on the way and close to the feast...but it truly comes from within. And as for spiritual food, there is nothing more delicious than your very own recipes. Get quiet often. When things don't work out as planned, don't get mad, get quiet and get clear. To pay close attention to yourself is truly your job as a human being. Mastering your life or “be-ing” is a glorious experience that continuously rewards you for loving yourself enough to pay attention to yourself. That's a wonderful system.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
A Responsibility for Being Alive.
Let's explore being responsible for ourselves as we live, embracing the idea that we are SO important that everything we do, say, and feel will impact all of existence. When we do anything, it matters, everywhere. Every thought, emotion (feeling), movement, word, and intention makes a difference to the entire Universe.
There is a story of a woman who cleaned homes for a living, and she was highly recommended through word of mouth. One day (through referral), the cleaning woman started work at a residence for the first time. The woman who lived there remembered a phrase that was repeated again and again about the cleaning woman's work. The phrase was: "I don't know what she does." As this phrase echoed through her mind again and again, the homeowner became curious and actually asked the professional cleaning woman what it was that she did that made her work SO special. She made it clear that she was talking about every aspect of the work the housekeeper did, not just the routine cleaning.
The woman replied something like this: "Oh, it's silly; but I like to draw a cross or an infinity sign in the air after I do my cleaning. It's just my way of cleaning everything."
I love that story because it is an example of the tremendous influence our thoughts or behaviors have on the rest of the world and beyond. It is important that we grow vigorously and wonderfully here. We would benefit from maintaining within ourselves that all actions for Self will affect the "all," no matter the case. The conscious intention to represent the Oneness of humanity in thought and deed starts to strengthen your ideas about what powers you have, and what is possible on a universal level through you. "Seeking" to be charitable is nice but far-reaching. Meanwhile, the manicuring of one's own life and affairs on a massive scale produces condensed well being that pushes up on the minds of those in need of help, as inspiration and creativity to "be-come" what is needed—better yet, to expand light in areas where there isn't enough getting through. This is the true meaning of charity.
So you see, people do need each other for love, companionship, and all things wonderful...but we do not do "saving." When we feel that saving is needed, something is imbalanced on the part of every person involved (saver and savee). What is needed, however, is for each person to do their own part in their own lives. When life doesn't work for you, something has to change, to transform. On a spiritual level, something needs to be born or die...usually both. We don't "have" to do anything; but not doing certain things in life will, of course, produce certain results that usually involve our being "made" to do exactly what we didn't want to do in the first place, and then some. It is here that we create reasons to look away, and with anger or resentment; and we dare our personal issues to remain. We may even invite others to share the misery by subconsciously or consciously placing blame on others for our mishaps. Inevitably, your responsibility for Self produces the very energy that makes others come "a-runnin'" to support your cause. Isn't that wonderful? The moment you hold that nothing is needed from outside of yourself, you have entered the kingdom of heaven. By embracing what is presented to you in life, doing your own work and your own part for your Self, you will be taking the active roles in your own life to "responsibly be in existence," thereby creating the universal atmosphere where people can naturally become responsible for themselves. Take care, good care, of YOU.
True charity, as we know, begins at home.
There is a story of a woman who cleaned homes for a living, and she was highly recommended through word of mouth. One day (through referral), the cleaning woman started work at a residence for the first time. The woman who lived there remembered a phrase that was repeated again and again about the cleaning woman's work. The phrase was: "I don't know what she does." As this phrase echoed through her mind again and again, the homeowner became curious and actually asked the professional cleaning woman what it was that she did that made her work SO special. She made it clear that she was talking about every aspect of the work the housekeeper did, not just the routine cleaning.
The woman replied something like this: "Oh, it's silly; but I like to draw a cross or an infinity sign in the air after I do my cleaning. It's just my way of cleaning everything."
I love that story because it is an example of the tremendous influence our thoughts or behaviors have on the rest of the world and beyond. It is important that we grow vigorously and wonderfully here. We would benefit from maintaining within ourselves that all actions for Self will affect the "all," no matter the case. The conscious intention to represent the Oneness of humanity in thought and deed starts to strengthen your ideas about what powers you have, and what is possible on a universal level through you. "Seeking" to be charitable is nice but far-reaching. Meanwhile, the manicuring of one's own life and affairs on a massive scale produces condensed well being that pushes up on the minds of those in need of help, as inspiration and creativity to "be-come" what is needed—better yet, to expand light in areas where there isn't enough getting through. This is the true meaning of charity.
So you see, people do need each other for love, companionship, and all things wonderful...but we do not do "saving." When we feel that saving is needed, something is imbalanced on the part of every person involved (saver and savee). What is needed, however, is for each person to do their own part in their own lives. When life doesn't work for you, something has to change, to transform. On a spiritual level, something needs to be born or die...usually both. We don't "have" to do anything; but not doing certain things in life will, of course, produce certain results that usually involve our being "made" to do exactly what we didn't want to do in the first place, and then some. It is here that we create reasons to look away, and with anger or resentment; and we dare our personal issues to remain. We may even invite others to share the misery by subconsciously or consciously placing blame on others for our mishaps. Inevitably, your responsibility for Self produces the very energy that makes others come "a-runnin'" to support your cause. Isn't that wonderful? The moment you hold that nothing is needed from outside of yourself, you have entered the kingdom of heaven. By embracing what is presented to you in life, doing your own work and your own part for your Self, you will be taking the active roles in your own life to "responsibly be in existence," thereby creating the universal atmosphere where people can naturally become responsible for themselves. Take care, good care, of YOU.
True charity, as we know, begins at home.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Casey Anthony Was Found Not Guilty
If you spend all your time asking why a thing is or isn't, without conducting a full investigation, you will remain on the side of the question instead of arriving at an answer.
When someone finds him/herself in trouble legally, unfortunately, there is an automatic implication of guilt in the minds of many who are aware of the story...those who are associated and those who are not. This is not an appropriate action, according to the law. American law states a person is innocent until proven guilty. Unfortunately, that does not always occur. People make up their minds and they believe what they believe.
But let's take a look at the believer in this scenario, someone that is not associated with the person or the case. Why would such a person feel overwhelmed, moved to tears, or even feel compelled to share harsh thoughts on the matter if it doesn't concern them? It was on T.V. and the Internet, right? We all read or watched and listened. We were all saddened by the reality of the case...a little girl died. So why do we spend time talking about it and have deep, visceral emotion about it?
Everybody is a "good" person. We have all come from the same Source. Some express Source more fully than others...and that is all.
People die every day, all day and night long, in every corner of the globe. For children, I believe the statistic is one child every 5 seconds somewhere in the world. If we are really earnest, we could dedicate some time to prayer, meditation or activism in this regard, and really use our energies and ideas to assist in the matters that concern us. What makes one death more important than another? The answer is that we choose to assign it a status. Many times, for our personal reasons, it gives us relief from issues in our own lives; it gives us someone to be upset with, and a thing to be upset about.
From a Spiritual and metaphysical perspective, children/people die in the many different manners that best reflect the life they lived; and murder/accidental or unexplained deaths occur so that the family and the community can awaken.
There is a horrible case in the news. A small child was missing and then was found dead. It's horrible. Repeating that phrase "it is horrible" is bad (as in low, non-creative energy); and then we add our opinion about the story and we begin to bind the element of this to ourselves. We begin to align ourselves with theories and rumor, and fact and truth as well. Soon we are bathing in sea of "out there," the world that we will never control. We cannot get mad enough to change the circumstances. Anger and venomous thoughts do not serve us.
Keeping our minds focused on what we really want is of the utmost importance. Thinking about or discussing the ills of the world is a most perfect way to bring forth those types of ills in our own lives, for an opportunity to really experience them.
In this case, the outcome of not guilty is closer to the essence of life than a guilty verdict. The verdict is clearly outrageous to many, but outrage is a result of some level hate and revenge. This is how we harm ourselves with ill thoughts of others. We never need to desire revenge. When we are well, it's not of us.
I don't know what happened in this case. I know that it does not concern me; but if love is desired, I wish to send some for places it seems to absent.
This post is to remind us to continuously look and speak upon beauty and everything like it. There are times when we need to be assertive, have an opinion, and speak on an issue. Let it be gentle, and let it be our own issues.
When a "spell" of hurt, anger, or frustration in your midst motivates you to speak down on something, repeating nastiness, gossip, or sadness, a peaceful solution is to listen to soft music or write or dance, or in any way release yourself from the desire to bring your own Spirits down.
Whenever we witness the impossible, it's usually grace. If you can't perceive grace, you may want to shift your view.
When someone finds him/herself in trouble legally, unfortunately, there is an automatic implication of guilt in the minds of many who are aware of the story...those who are associated and those who are not. This is not an appropriate action, according to the law. American law states a person is innocent until proven guilty. Unfortunately, that does not always occur. People make up their minds and they believe what they believe.
But let's take a look at the believer in this scenario, someone that is not associated with the person or the case. Why would such a person feel overwhelmed, moved to tears, or even feel compelled to share harsh thoughts on the matter if it doesn't concern them? It was on T.V. and the Internet, right? We all read or watched and listened. We were all saddened by the reality of the case...a little girl died. So why do we spend time talking about it and have deep, visceral emotion about it?
Everybody is a "good" person. We have all come from the same Source. Some express Source more fully than others...and that is all.
People die every day, all day and night long, in every corner of the globe. For children, I believe the statistic is one child every 5 seconds somewhere in the world. If we are really earnest, we could dedicate some time to prayer, meditation or activism in this regard, and really use our energies and ideas to assist in the matters that concern us. What makes one death more important than another? The answer is that we choose to assign it a status. Many times, for our personal reasons, it gives us relief from issues in our own lives; it gives us someone to be upset with, and a thing to be upset about.
From a Spiritual and metaphysical perspective, children/people die in the many different manners that best reflect the life they lived; and murder/accidental or unexplained deaths occur so that the family and the community can awaken.
There is a horrible case in the news. A small child was missing and then was found dead. It's horrible. Repeating that phrase "it is horrible" is bad (as in low, non-creative energy); and then we add our opinion about the story and we begin to bind the element of this to ourselves. We begin to align ourselves with theories and rumor, and fact and truth as well. Soon we are bathing in sea of "out there," the world that we will never control. We cannot get mad enough to change the circumstances. Anger and venomous thoughts do not serve us.
Keeping our minds focused on what we really want is of the utmost importance. Thinking about or discussing the ills of the world is a most perfect way to bring forth those types of ills in our own lives, for an opportunity to really experience them.
In this case, the outcome of not guilty is closer to the essence of life than a guilty verdict. The verdict is clearly outrageous to many, but outrage is a result of some level hate and revenge. This is how we harm ourselves with ill thoughts of others. We never need to desire revenge. When we are well, it's not of us.
I don't know what happened in this case. I know that it does not concern me; but if love is desired, I wish to send some for places it seems to absent.
This post is to remind us to continuously look and speak upon beauty and everything like it. There are times when we need to be assertive, have an opinion, and speak on an issue. Let it be gentle, and let it be our own issues.
When a "spell" of hurt, anger, or frustration in your midst motivates you to speak down on something, repeating nastiness, gossip, or sadness, a peaceful solution is to listen to soft music or write or dance, or in any way release yourself from the desire to bring your own Spirits down.
Whenever we witness the impossible, it's usually grace. If you can't perceive grace, you may want to shift your view.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Marriage Is Great! But Sex May Occur Spontaneously AND at Any Time ... (Redundancy Intended)
So, let me get this straight (please be patient with my intended sarcasm):
That which created me is concerned with my genitalia? Concerned and ready to attack me if I don't use it "right"? If I have a child without being married, it's not a fully blessed child? And I might expect a scorching hell fire in my afterlife because I had sex out of wedlock in the first place?
C'mon, son...
We have no choice but to accept people's opinions or long-held beliefs, but why is it that we humans put religion or even non-religious spirituality on such a pedestal, higher than anything else we do in life, when everything we do is sacred—especially the sexual act? Are we afraid of what might happen if we dare explore higher levels of thinking and pondering, and even experiencing life?
The idea that we are dirty sinners is a disgusting one; and I am uncomfortable with even pretending I feel that way. It literally does not feel good. We all know that. I invested in those types of painful and limited beliefs for years; many of us have. I didn't know what it was to truly love myself, or to summon power through my solar plexus to propel me to freedom and purpose in my life, until I truly let these kinds of ideas go forever.
If having children within a structured relationship was required by "God's law for us," why does it not always occur? Why does anything that is outside our current realm of understanding occur? The answer is because it should. When you visit the market for food, you never buy every single item; you buy what you need. You buy what suits you, and you leave the rest on the shelf for those who want it. You don't stop by the customer-service desk, ask to see the manager, and tell him or her that there are items that you don't use, that your mom, dad, or grandparents never used and so they need to be removed from the shelf so that no one else will discover said items. In other words, you get yours and push on. Sometimes you may even try new items that your family never used, and you love them! And now they're staples of yours. Hmmm...
We all can agree that when children are born into families with two parents that are committed, the children will most likely be off to a good start in life. It will be easier in some aspects, but mostly the married-versus-unmarried-with-children issue is highly cultural. Our society dictates what we are supposed to do. Our families do a certain thing in a certain way, and this is how it should be done, so we follow. But does that always work for us?
Nobody really talks about how important it is to play, have fun flirting, and look forward to growing as two people, as individuals. It's usually more about the "worthiness dance" surrounding how the groom asked for his wife's hand in marriage, and showing off the ring. "Bridezillas" behave as if they will never matter again in life after the ceremony. Well, I was born acceptable. And I had the pleasure of seeing beyond all of these points of contention. I was married on a Monday morning, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. My father gave me away (which was lovely and fed a little of my desire to have some tradition involved). My dress was from Sears (Grandma would have been proud). And our children were in charge of the music. It was absolutely wonderful. No hooplah, no "should sh**," and we nailed it. And I am glad that neither of us were virgins, because like a comedian said, "You don't want to save yourself for the right guy; you want to practice for him."
Theses ideas are not for everybody, and that is cool. However, people are starting to understand that they can do whatever they want. That's beautiful. Sex would be a lot more beautiful if we would allow it to be the natural art, beauty, and sacred ritual that it is. Granted, I would not be happy to know that my husband was desiring the hot young thing at work or across town, and wanted my permission and blessing on him "hitting that" for a while. Yeah, I'm not that evolved. But many people are, and to them, sincerely, more power. I think it's hot. Not for my life ... but hot indeed.
I think that is the point. You find out what you need out of this life and do that. And that idea goes double for the process of dating, mating, and partnerships—gay, straight, or in between. I always find it interesting that the people who claim they really want loving companions don't have them. It may be because they are in love with a worn-out and stale idea of love and togetherness. Usually, it stems from some sort of fear-based religious context, which, if thoroughly researched historically, scientifically, and even intuitively, they would find that the ideologies they are following were created to control the masses, instilling and producing people who are afraid to truly lead their own lives. Indeed, dating, or whatever we call it, can get messy, and it has nothing to do with a sadistic overlord monitoring your junk. It is at this point that we examine our consciousness about the situation. Remember that you cannot attract anything unlike yourself, so if your mate cheated, that is more of a reflection of your belief in loss at the hands of another. STDs may be due to the deep, hidden hatred of the self or of the mate, which of course comes back to hatred of the self. It's preposterous to think that the very act (sex) that brings forth bliss, closeness, and new life is wrong, dirty, or can be sanctioned. We create structures like rules, laws, and time itself to help us make sense in a day, organizing the life process. For example, we know that time does not actually exists. I mean, it does—we all use it—but it doesn't. We also know that the greatest unfolding of events occurs when we are not keeping track, score, or time.
Think about it. Maybe it is different than what you thought. Maybe it is more expanded than your current view.
That which created me is concerned with my genitalia? Concerned and ready to attack me if I don't use it "right"? If I have a child without being married, it's not a fully blessed child? And I might expect a scorching hell fire in my afterlife because I had sex out of wedlock in the first place?
C'mon, son...
We have no choice but to accept people's opinions or long-held beliefs, but why is it that we humans put religion or even non-religious spirituality on such a pedestal, higher than anything else we do in life, when everything we do is sacred—especially the sexual act? Are we afraid of what might happen if we dare explore higher levels of thinking and pondering, and even experiencing life?
The idea that we are dirty sinners is a disgusting one; and I am uncomfortable with even pretending I feel that way. It literally does not feel good. We all know that. I invested in those types of painful and limited beliefs for years; many of us have. I didn't know what it was to truly love myself, or to summon power through my solar plexus to propel me to freedom and purpose in my life, until I truly let these kinds of ideas go forever.
If having children within a structured relationship was required by "God's law for us," why does it not always occur? Why does anything that is outside our current realm of understanding occur? The answer is because it should. When you visit the market for food, you never buy every single item; you buy what you need. You buy what suits you, and you leave the rest on the shelf for those who want it. You don't stop by the customer-service desk, ask to see the manager, and tell him or her that there are items that you don't use, that your mom, dad, or grandparents never used and so they need to be removed from the shelf so that no one else will discover said items. In other words, you get yours and push on. Sometimes you may even try new items that your family never used, and you love them! And now they're staples of yours. Hmmm...
We all can agree that when children are born into families with two parents that are committed, the children will most likely be off to a good start in life. It will be easier in some aspects, but mostly the married-versus-unmarried-with-children issue is highly cultural. Our society dictates what we are supposed to do. Our families do a certain thing in a certain way, and this is how it should be done, so we follow. But does that always work for us?
Nobody really talks about how important it is to play, have fun flirting, and look forward to growing as two people, as individuals. It's usually more about the "worthiness dance" surrounding how the groom asked for his wife's hand in marriage, and showing off the ring. "Bridezillas" behave as if they will never matter again in life after the ceremony. Well, I was born acceptable. And I had the pleasure of seeing beyond all of these points of contention. I was married on a Monday morning, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. My father gave me away (which was lovely and fed a little of my desire to have some tradition involved). My dress was from Sears (Grandma would have been proud). And our children were in charge of the music. It was absolutely wonderful. No hooplah, no "should sh**," and we nailed it. And I am glad that neither of us were virgins, because like a comedian said, "You don't want to save yourself for the right guy; you want to practice for him."
Theses ideas are not for everybody, and that is cool. However, people are starting to understand that they can do whatever they want. That's beautiful. Sex would be a lot more beautiful if we would allow it to be the natural art, beauty, and sacred ritual that it is. Granted, I would not be happy to know that my husband was desiring the hot young thing at work or across town, and wanted my permission and blessing on him "hitting that" for a while. Yeah, I'm not that evolved. But many people are, and to them, sincerely, more power. I think it's hot. Not for my life ... but hot indeed.
I think that is the point. You find out what you need out of this life and do that. And that idea goes double for the process of dating, mating, and partnerships—gay, straight, or in between. I always find it interesting that the people who claim they really want loving companions don't have them. It may be because they are in love with a worn-out and stale idea of love and togetherness. Usually, it stems from some sort of fear-based religious context, which, if thoroughly researched historically, scientifically, and even intuitively, they would find that the ideologies they are following were created to control the masses, instilling and producing people who are afraid to truly lead their own lives. Indeed, dating, or whatever we call it, can get messy, and it has nothing to do with a sadistic overlord monitoring your junk. It is at this point that we examine our consciousness about the situation. Remember that you cannot attract anything unlike yourself, so if your mate cheated, that is more of a reflection of your belief in loss at the hands of another. STDs may be due to the deep, hidden hatred of the self or of the mate, which of course comes back to hatred of the self. It's preposterous to think that the very act (sex) that brings forth bliss, closeness, and new life is wrong, dirty, or can be sanctioned. We create structures like rules, laws, and time itself to help us make sense in a day, organizing the life process. For example, we know that time does not actually exists. I mean, it does—we all use it—but it doesn't. We also know that the greatest unfolding of events occurs when we are not keeping track, score, or time.
Think about it. Maybe it is different than what you thought. Maybe it is more expanded than your current view.
Love the First Time
One day, I was on the 10 East freeway, transitioning to the 110 South. As we merged, I heard a horn but I was doing everything right: falling into formation, going an appropriate speed, etc.; so I felt that the person could not be blowing at me. A few seconds go by, and I notice a tattered bucket of a car to my left, and I could not believe that the driver was not honoring the "you go, I go" system. More than that, I was in front of her already, and apparently she was going to change that. She edged up, edged up some more, and I quickly got her message. So I looked to really see the face of the person who was asserting his/her will in such a way, and I found a female driver with absolute conviction on her face, gaining her position and not looking at me at all in the process. I realized that, um...she was going to "strongarm" her way into the formation. I also knew I could try to resist, but why?
Once she was in front of me, and I was in the midst of asking the "appropriate" questions, "Really?! Seriously?!" ... I realized that one tire on her car was going flat; the car sat way too low on one side; and the driver's side mirror was hanging on for dear life. There may have even been some smoke coming from the car. I immediately felt like an ass. I started thinking that I could have been more patient. I started thinking that merging on to the freeway was not a big deal; and since we were all going to get to our destinations eventually, what was I upset about?
Although all of those sort of nice things after the fact are valid, how come I didn't apply that level of reasoning, that love, to the situation in the first place? Did I really need to see all of the needed repairs...the flaws...before I could deem her worthy of a pass? I notice that many times people are rude, sometimes even mean and vicious to others in the heat of a moment; but then when one shows vulnerability, we then gain some level of understanding. The tears start "a-flowin'," and then we are ready to open our hearts and minds. How come? Why do we need to see a level of weakness to allow ourselves to study war no more?
When we are in full balance, living as the light bearers we are, we have no other way of be-ing than to love the first time. I used the word reasoning a few lines ago, but even reasoning is on a lower level than be-ing. We can train ourselves to only focus on what is good, and what our goal is in any given moment; and they all might change in any given moment. The idea is that as long as your goals are clear, you will find yourself at your destination. Everything that occurs in a moment is perfect, based on the previous moments that built it. There is only reason to love. That is the only reason to do anything. Let's do that first. Everything seems to fall in place after that.
Once she was in front of me, and I was in the midst of asking the "appropriate" questions, "Really?! Seriously?!" ... I realized that one tire on her car was going flat; the car sat way too low on one side; and the driver's side mirror was hanging on for dear life. There may have even been some smoke coming from the car. I immediately felt like an ass. I started thinking that I could have been more patient. I started thinking that merging on to the freeway was not a big deal; and since we were all going to get to our destinations eventually, what was I upset about?
Although all of those sort of nice things after the fact are valid, how come I didn't apply that level of reasoning, that love, to the situation in the first place? Did I really need to see all of the needed repairs...the flaws...before I could deem her worthy of a pass? I notice that many times people are rude, sometimes even mean and vicious to others in the heat of a moment; but then when one shows vulnerability, we then gain some level of understanding. The tears start "a-flowin'," and then we are ready to open our hearts and minds. How come? Why do we need to see a level of weakness to allow ourselves to study war no more?
When we are in full balance, living as the light bearers we are, we have no other way of be-ing than to love the first time. I used the word reasoning a few lines ago, but even reasoning is on a lower level than be-ing. We can train ourselves to only focus on what is good, and what our goal is in any given moment; and they all might change in any given moment. The idea is that as long as your goals are clear, you will find yourself at your destination. Everything that occurs in a moment is perfect, based on the previous moments that built it. There is only reason to love. That is the only reason to do anything. Let's do that first. Everything seems to fall in place after that.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
People Die
Staring death in the face is horrible. Sad. And just no fun at all. What does that mean exactly, though? Because if we notice, we have known about this death situation for as long as we can remember, right? A lot of people were brought up with the "Shhh...don't talk about that" type of attitude. Still others are just plain afraid of it.
The reality of death is quite flexible, as are most things in life. Biological sciences simply say you die when all life-supporting involuntary activity cease to operate. Metaphysics says that you simply leave the vessel and resume life in another dimension, on another realm. Physics states that theoretically we may not even understand the "life process" as well as we think we do, and that theoretically we should be able to live forever with deeper understanding of the laws of physics. And last but not least, there is the promise of hell fire after you die, if you "weren't right with God."
For the record, everybody is perfect and right with their God.
Whatever the case, whatever we decide is our own brand of truth. We need to become one with it and live as such. How dare I say "need"?
I said it and meant it. We play too much. We know there are impending events that will come, but we ignore them without fail.
We don't keep our affairs in order in case the unexpected occurs. We fight over our families' belongings, because we live "numb" and can't help but be greedy. Or we fight over the principalities, material goods, etc. because we are hurt and have no real idea of how to cope. Or simply because we are assholes.
So death has occurred; it hurts like hell. Then we start blaming the person that seems likely to have caused it: the child who gave Mom a hard time, the husband who may have secretly beat her, the job he worked for years and did not get his full credit after dedicated service.
None of those things are to blame. We leave the stage of life when we are finished playing our parts—and we all play a part. Sometimes people die of illness, which usually reflects imbalanced thoughts being nurtured. Emotional pain, anger, resistance, fear, resentment, and the experiences that they produce are revisited in the quiet of a person's mind on a regular basis. Eventually, you either create more of it or you create a way to get out of it.
When people die of an "accidental" nature, it actually is much of the same, with overtones of adventure, ego, or even violence. There are no accidents.
What we experience in life is a unique blend of consistent thoughts and emotions, which all emit vibration frequencies that strongly influence our "outpictured," manifested life. The seemingly concrete experience we take part in as our life, is, for intents and purposes, created by us.
And the same is true when we die, and for the ways we die. There is a television show called 1,000 Ways to Die. I noticed that in each scenario, the people acted out of fear, jealousy, anger, or otherwise unbalanced views of life where nobody matters but themselves. If the reason a person died is not apparent, then it may be found in the deepest thoughts, which are hidden. When we really want to live, we do.
Personally, I want to grow old, live to be 102, and still be pretty (a loving and radiant temple). I'll still walk or run my few miles a day, get up early and stretch my muscles before sunrise, clean my home, and conduct my business effortlessly. And when I'm ready to die, I want to get in my big fluffy bed and go to sleep, knowing in my heart I lived my own fairy tales in real life, and have received all of the good I hold within and without, and there is absolutely nothing else I want or need to do.
I know that we don't care to talk about death, but we should. When we ponder our own mortality, it beckons us to live—to really live.
I pondered Michael Jackson's life when I was about 8. I was concerned for myself and the world if we were ever to lose him. When he died, I was walking the halls at the school where I worked and heard a woman say to someone else, "You know Michael Jackson died." The person was aware. The woman went on to say, "Shoooooot, 'cause when Jehova calls you home, it's time to go home!" She actually had a vibe like she was celebrating something she was looking forward to for herself. I continued down the hall, thinking, Wow, really? You just up and died? Why would he die? I don't mean who killed him. Why would he die?
Generally, we should be able to stay in bodies longer than 50 years. I wondered where he was energetically. He had children we know he cared about who were young. He had a career that was coming back ... right? I also know that M.J. wanted to please his audience more than anything else in life, and he did it better than anyone else ever has in history. I do not believe he would have ever reached those heights again; and personally, I remember thinking that Las Vegas is wonderful, but not for Michael. He's not the same type of artist as the rest. Everybody who gets to Vegas has done so because of their talent. But they are no Michael Jackson. I think he knew he could not bring the performance he was known for, and that being the dedication of his entire life, I think he chose to move on. The name of his last tour was "This Is It." Within the the last appearance to promote concert, he said he loved us and this was it. And then he was gone. The way he left was a reflection on some level of how he lived, as it will be for all of us. The doctor involved may have had concerns that turned into guilt or fear that were not addressed in his work with Michael, and unfortunately manifested as a moral and legal issue for him and his family to face. Whatever the case, I wish him well. More importantly, I see him as an actor in the play, only present because of his alignment with that particular energy.
I heard that the artist Nate Dogg died the other day. It immediately took me back to 1993, when I was underage and in a club where I met a really nice guy named Omar. He bought me a drink (which was soda) and made sure it stayed full. He made sure we got a place to sit and talk. He was really sweet and handsome. At the exact point where I start thinking, Do I like this dude? I glance over and see Nate Dogg. I was never a groupie, but I had the instinct that I would be good one, and I couldn't go out like that; so when I saw him, my only intentions were to dance with him, just get that in real quick, and come back hang out with Omar. What ended up happening was that Omar watched as I danced and talked and played stupid like I didn't know who he (Nate Dogg) was. I mean, I couldn't just start asking about his career, right? But what really took up time was the fact that I needed to keep looking at dude, because throughout our dance and my pretending not to know who he was, he started to not look so much like Nate Dogg ... and that really makes sense, seeing that it wasn't Nate Dogg. Oh. But I did say I had planned all along not to get caught up, 'cause I was really feelin' Omar, right? Well, Omar disappeared. :-( It was cool though; I learned my lesson. I found the man of my dreams a few years later.
So when I heard that Nate had moved on, I smiled. I thought about my hair-brained scheme and how it had crashed and burned, yet it was in his honor. I was never a serious fan of his, but of course I knew his music from the beginning, and I had respect. It was interesting how it all turned out. It was sad that his family lost him, and then there is the question of why. Whatever your view about the passing of life from this realm, remember that there are no victims and no mistakes; that theme is constant. Another constant theme is that your "afterlife" will in some way mimic your life and being that exist now. If you believe deeply that you will be punished and paid back for mistakes in life, you may very well have that continued wish or belief fulfilled. If you maintain that you must suffer because of yours sins, then suffering will be your companion.
For me, I am pretty content in the idea that we have a lot more to say about this subject, and that it is far more expanded than we ever thought possible. We may never know for sure until our time. What I am sure of is that the more I learn about any given subject, the more I evolve in my thinking about it, which changes my being in and around it, and that brings me incredible peace.
Elizabeth Taylor died today. I feel honored in this moment because it usually takes a week or two or more to complete a blog post. I had been wanting to post ideas about death for some time, and today was the day for editing and finally posting. I am honored to include her in this post because Elizabeth was a woman that represents all things good, luxurious, and glamorous ... and let's not forget beautiful. She was voted hands down one of the most beautiful women in the world. She enjoyed and gave the very best that Hollywood has to offer, and I am privileged to truly know of her work and contributions to life. I am thankful that she stood as a firm support for Michael Jackson during his life and times of need. People with H.I.V./ A.I.D.S. needed her support and friendship as well. Her life produced higher levels of thinking and understanding for millions of people, for decades; this is an extremely important achievement. Thank you, Elizabeth. You truly are a lady, American royalty. I am thankful for your presence.
I wish peace, comfort, and love to all of us for those we have lost, and for the life that death inspires us to live now in this world, and every wonder-filled world hereafter.
The reality of death is quite flexible, as are most things in life. Biological sciences simply say you die when all life-supporting involuntary activity cease to operate. Metaphysics says that you simply leave the vessel and resume life in another dimension, on another realm. Physics states that theoretically we may not even understand the "life process" as well as we think we do, and that theoretically we should be able to live forever with deeper understanding of the laws of physics. And last but not least, there is the promise of hell fire after you die, if you "weren't right with God."
For the record, everybody is perfect and right with their God.
Whatever the case, whatever we decide is our own brand of truth. We need to become one with it and live as such. How dare I say "need"?
I said it and meant it. We play too much. We know there are impending events that will come, but we ignore them without fail.
We don't keep our affairs in order in case the unexpected occurs. We fight over our families' belongings, because we live "numb" and can't help but be greedy. Or we fight over the principalities, material goods, etc. because we are hurt and have no real idea of how to cope. Or simply because we are assholes.
So death has occurred; it hurts like hell. Then we start blaming the person that seems likely to have caused it: the child who gave Mom a hard time, the husband who may have secretly beat her, the job he worked for years and did not get his full credit after dedicated service.
None of those things are to blame. We leave the stage of life when we are finished playing our parts—and we all play a part. Sometimes people die of illness, which usually reflects imbalanced thoughts being nurtured. Emotional pain, anger, resistance, fear, resentment, and the experiences that they produce are revisited in the quiet of a person's mind on a regular basis. Eventually, you either create more of it or you create a way to get out of it.
When people die of an "accidental" nature, it actually is much of the same, with overtones of adventure, ego, or even violence. There are no accidents.
What we experience in life is a unique blend of consistent thoughts and emotions, which all emit vibration frequencies that strongly influence our "outpictured," manifested life. The seemingly concrete experience we take part in as our life, is, for intents and purposes, created by us.
And the same is true when we die, and for the ways we die. There is a television show called 1,000 Ways to Die. I noticed that in each scenario, the people acted out of fear, jealousy, anger, or otherwise unbalanced views of life where nobody matters but themselves. If the reason a person died is not apparent, then it may be found in the deepest thoughts, which are hidden. When we really want to live, we do.
Personally, I want to grow old, live to be 102, and still be pretty (a loving and radiant temple). I'll still walk or run my few miles a day, get up early and stretch my muscles before sunrise, clean my home, and conduct my business effortlessly. And when I'm ready to die, I want to get in my big fluffy bed and go to sleep, knowing in my heart I lived my own fairy tales in real life, and have received all of the good I hold within and without, and there is absolutely nothing else I want or need to do.
I know that we don't care to talk about death, but we should. When we ponder our own mortality, it beckons us to live—to really live.
I pondered Michael Jackson's life when I was about 8. I was concerned for myself and the world if we were ever to lose him. When he died, I was walking the halls at the school where I worked and heard a woman say to someone else, "You know Michael Jackson died." The person was aware. The woman went on to say, "Shoooooot, 'cause when Jehova calls you home, it's time to go home!" She actually had a vibe like she was celebrating something she was looking forward to for herself. I continued down the hall, thinking, Wow, really? You just up and died? Why would he die? I don't mean who killed him. Why would he die?
Generally, we should be able to stay in bodies longer than 50 years. I wondered where he was energetically. He had children we know he cared about who were young. He had a career that was coming back ... right? I also know that M.J. wanted to please his audience more than anything else in life, and he did it better than anyone else ever has in history. I do not believe he would have ever reached those heights again; and personally, I remember thinking that Las Vegas is wonderful, but not for Michael. He's not the same type of artist as the rest. Everybody who gets to Vegas has done so because of their talent. But they are no Michael Jackson. I think he knew he could not bring the performance he was known for, and that being the dedication of his entire life, I think he chose to move on. The name of his last tour was "This Is It." Within the the last appearance to promote concert, he said he loved us and this was it. And then he was gone. The way he left was a reflection on some level of how he lived, as it will be for all of us. The doctor involved may have had concerns that turned into guilt or fear that were not addressed in his work with Michael, and unfortunately manifested as a moral and legal issue for him and his family to face. Whatever the case, I wish him well. More importantly, I see him as an actor in the play, only present because of his alignment with that particular energy.
I heard that the artist Nate Dogg died the other day. It immediately took me back to 1993, when I was underage and in a club where I met a really nice guy named Omar. He bought me a drink (which was soda) and made sure it stayed full. He made sure we got a place to sit and talk. He was really sweet and handsome. At the exact point where I start thinking, Do I like this dude? I glance over and see Nate Dogg. I was never a groupie, but I had the instinct that I would be good one, and I couldn't go out like that; so when I saw him, my only intentions were to dance with him, just get that in real quick, and come back hang out with Omar. What ended up happening was that Omar watched as I danced and talked and played stupid like I didn't know who he (Nate Dogg) was. I mean, I couldn't just start asking about his career, right? But what really took up time was the fact that I needed to keep looking at dude, because throughout our dance and my pretending not to know who he was, he started to not look so much like Nate Dogg ... and that really makes sense, seeing that it wasn't Nate Dogg. Oh. But I did say I had planned all along not to get caught up, 'cause I was really feelin' Omar, right? Well, Omar disappeared. :-( It was cool though; I learned my lesson. I found the man of my dreams a few years later.
So when I heard that Nate had moved on, I smiled. I thought about my hair-brained scheme and how it had crashed and burned, yet it was in his honor. I was never a serious fan of his, but of course I knew his music from the beginning, and I had respect. It was interesting how it all turned out. It was sad that his family lost him, and then there is the question of why. Whatever your view about the passing of life from this realm, remember that there are no victims and no mistakes; that theme is constant. Another constant theme is that your "afterlife" will in some way mimic your life and being that exist now. If you believe deeply that you will be punished and paid back for mistakes in life, you may very well have that continued wish or belief fulfilled. If you maintain that you must suffer because of yours sins, then suffering will be your companion.
For me, I am pretty content in the idea that we have a lot more to say about this subject, and that it is far more expanded than we ever thought possible. We may never know for sure until our time. What I am sure of is that the more I learn about any given subject, the more I evolve in my thinking about it, which changes my being in and around it, and that brings me incredible peace.
Elizabeth Taylor died today. I feel honored in this moment because it usually takes a week or two or more to complete a blog post. I had been wanting to post ideas about death for some time, and today was the day for editing and finally posting. I am honored to include her in this post because Elizabeth was a woman that represents all things good, luxurious, and glamorous ... and let's not forget beautiful. She was voted hands down one of the most beautiful women in the world. She enjoyed and gave the very best that Hollywood has to offer, and I am privileged to truly know of her work and contributions to life. I am thankful that she stood as a firm support for Michael Jackson during his life and times of need. People with H.I.V./ A.I.D.S. needed her support and friendship as well. Her life produced higher levels of thinking and understanding for millions of people, for decades; this is an extremely important achievement. Thank you, Elizabeth. You truly are a lady, American royalty. I am thankful for your presence.
I wish peace, comfort, and love to all of us for those we have lost, and for the life that death inspires us to live now in this world, and every wonder-filled world hereafter.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
My Grammy Experience, Part 2: Christina Aguilera
I saved this special area for Christina Aguilera. I want to give thanks for who she is and what she brings to the face of entertainment, to music, specifically. And I invite you in this moment to recognize her talent as a vocalist. I just watched a clip of her at the Super Bowl and I have the same reaction I had when I first heard it: She did a good job. It wasn't flawless, but she ripped that ish. I wasn't sure at first because I got caught up in the firestorm of "clownage" over how wrong she was. I don't really care for sports, but always watch the National Anthem. I remember thinking, She's tired. Then I thought, C'mon, Christina, you don't have to put extras on it; you already got it. I was thinking that she looked as if she was calculating each note before she hit it. But wouldn't you? I mean really, if most of the country—not city or state but country—were watching you do your job, wouldn't you want to bring it? So it was in these first few seconds that I realized I was resisting such a wonderful gift (the critical eye syndrome). So I decided to be present. I enjoyed her rendition of the Star Spangled Banner; and the fact that she yelled a bit and fumbled or forgot her words doesn't spoil the most important point: She is a veteran in her craft. She can sing and she did the job that day.
So why was there such a backlash over the mistake that was made? Do we care that much about our National Anthem? Do we know the words verbatim? You may say, "I don't need to know it; that was her job." Okay, so how flawless are we in our day with the teams of individuals that we work with? Are we being productive? Are we really "doing our jobs" when we check in and engage with the homies on Facebook on company time? What about our lunch and break? Do we always come back on time? Are we going to the bathroom 10 times a day just to get away from our desks and workload? Are we using the company phone to make personal calls, instead of using our own phones during our designated break time?
What about when we very smugly say, "That's not my job," when we know good and well we could have dropped that envelope of paperwork off at So-And-So's desk ourselves, and been a team player, maybe even made our co-worker's day?
Ultimately, it never matters what another person is doing, we are always really just experiencing ourselves. But to go one step further, artists bring forth their work with great love, and sometimes pain.Why are we so cruel to people when they don't fully please us the way we think they should? We are especially cruel to artists that emphasize beauty, peace, and love in our world.
"Music is the soundtrack of your life." ~ Dick Clark
This is true, even for music that you don't call your favorites. You know that song you don't care for oftentimes has you singing its praises (literally) all day. Secular music is what our church folks called it when they warned us about it. They called it the devil, not so much because it's bad, but because it's powerful. It sinks right in without us realizing it. There is something to that.
I would just like to point out that I am in no way Christina's #1 fan. I may never purchase a ticket to her concert, and I don't think I own any of her music. But in the grand scheme of my earthly consciousness, she has her place, and I appreciate her work. I found out after the Grammys that Christina was going through a divorce. I felt bad for a minute, and then I wished them both wellness and freedom if that's what they need. She is human, and every human needs a little support during trying times or moments when we don't quite make the mark. I mean, regarding the Super Bowl performance, I'm sure the people who love her told her that it was just a mistake; and at the end of the day, it's not a big deal. I think that is true. I bet her camp worked hard to move on and be over it, which brings me to another point I'd like to make. Celebrities are held to tight schedules because entertainment moves at the speed of life, so they get a lot done in a day. They do not have time to mull over mistakes.The show must go on. So if celebrities work to have a thick skin and get over stuff fast, why don't we in our daily lives?
Jerry Springer has been on the air for 20 years (doing it real big). Even his stage muscle Steve Wilko had a show for a while. Maury Povich has been doing his thing for sometime as well. Although I wish them all great and continued success, um...Jerry Springer and Maury Povich are not household names because of the upstanding dignity that we as Americans consistently express. A lot of that content isn't "right," so to speak. But we watch so that we can mock. It is funny sometimes. And it's okay. That's us "Americans." But when we know better, we must really do better. Let's try to either watch and appreciate all performances, all art, or let's not watch at all.
On Grammy night, I think Christina did a great job with her rendition of Aretha Franklin's "Ain't No Way." Her voice is a part of our soundtrack along with the other women that shared a stage with her that night. As they did their jobs to the best of their ability in that moment, they continued to manifest some of their dreams and express their art.
The next time you find yourself witnessing art move through another, keep your heart open and notice the profound beauty. If you are still and receptive, you may be inspired to become an artist yourself. At the very least, you will be encouraged to "be." That is what art is, in all of its glory—inspiration.
Let's allow that with love.
So why was there such a backlash over the mistake that was made? Do we care that much about our National Anthem? Do we know the words verbatim? You may say, "I don't need to know it; that was her job." Okay, so how flawless are we in our day with the teams of individuals that we work with? Are we being productive? Are we really "doing our jobs" when we check in and engage with the homies on Facebook on company time? What about our lunch and break? Do we always come back on time? Are we going to the bathroom 10 times a day just to get away from our desks and workload? Are we using the company phone to make personal calls, instead of using our own phones during our designated break time?
What about when we very smugly say, "That's not my job," when we know good and well we could have dropped that envelope of paperwork off at So-And-So's desk ourselves, and been a team player, maybe even made our co-worker's day?
Ultimately, it never matters what another person is doing, we are always really just experiencing ourselves. But to go one step further, artists bring forth their work with great love, and sometimes pain.Why are we so cruel to people when they don't fully please us the way we think they should? We are especially cruel to artists that emphasize beauty, peace, and love in our world.
"Music is the soundtrack of your life." ~ Dick Clark
This is true, even for music that you don't call your favorites. You know that song you don't care for oftentimes has you singing its praises (literally) all day. Secular music is what our church folks called it when they warned us about it. They called it the devil, not so much because it's bad, but because it's powerful. It sinks right in without us realizing it. There is something to that.
I would just like to point out that I am in no way Christina's #1 fan. I may never purchase a ticket to her concert, and I don't think I own any of her music. But in the grand scheme of my earthly consciousness, she has her place, and I appreciate her work. I found out after the Grammys that Christina was going through a divorce. I felt bad for a minute, and then I wished them both wellness and freedom if that's what they need. She is human, and every human needs a little support during trying times or moments when we don't quite make the mark. I mean, regarding the Super Bowl performance, I'm sure the people who love her told her that it was just a mistake; and at the end of the day, it's not a big deal. I think that is true. I bet her camp worked hard to move on and be over it, which brings me to another point I'd like to make. Celebrities are held to tight schedules because entertainment moves at the speed of life, so they get a lot done in a day. They do not have time to mull over mistakes.The show must go on. So if celebrities work to have a thick skin and get over stuff fast, why don't we in our daily lives?
Jerry Springer has been on the air for 20 years (doing it real big). Even his stage muscle Steve Wilko had a show for a while. Maury Povich has been doing his thing for sometime as well. Although I wish them all great and continued success, um...Jerry Springer and Maury Povich are not household names because of the upstanding dignity that we as Americans consistently express. A lot of that content isn't "right," so to speak. But we watch so that we can mock. It is funny sometimes. And it's okay. That's us "Americans." But when we know better, we must really do better. Let's try to either watch and appreciate all performances, all art, or let's not watch at all.
On Grammy night, I think Christina did a great job with her rendition of Aretha Franklin's "Ain't No Way." Her voice is a part of our soundtrack along with the other women that shared a stage with her that night. As they did their jobs to the best of their ability in that moment, they continued to manifest some of their dreams and express their art.
The next time you find yourself witnessing art move through another, keep your heart open and notice the profound beauty. If you are still and receptive, you may be inspired to become an artist yourself. At the very least, you will be encouraged to "be." That is what art is, in all of its glory—inspiration.
Let's allow that with love.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
My Grammy Experience 2011
What a lovely night! The stars came out to play and I couldn't wait to watch. Even though I forgot it was on and I missed first beginning (I always loved that wrong grammar, "first beginning," teehee!) I have learned to love what I love the first time and let it be what it is. Because it, like hip-hop, can start off as a stain in my African American closet of goods, and the next thing I know, the whole world will be in love with the very things I/we spent a whole lifetime hating and trying to hide. Pop culture will have our catchy lingo and Ebonic cultural expressions silk-screened on a T-shirt or watered down and used for profit before any of us can explain where it really came from ... humph ...but I digress.
I missed the first few minutes of the show but really I got everything I came for. There were many outstanding moments but I will just list the ones that touched me deeply.
I will begin with the talented Miss Esperanza Spaulding, the lovely jazz musician that walked away with Best New Artist. I have been listening to her for some time now, and for the most part she was under the radar to most. She more than deserves her time in the popular shine. Congrats, sister.
Eminem and Rhianna were literally explosive with a flaming backdrop. Rhianna was the ethereal mermaid, and Eminem brought heat from his soul with his solid, dynamic lyrics that spoke of some of the very stuff we are taught to stay away from. But then again, if it is taboo to have your guy or girl express anger physically, then why did the records sell so well? 'Cause we love the way our loved ones lie, don't we?
Rhianna followed that performance up with her duet with Drake. In her red fringe, overlapping some briefs that reminded me of a jeweled chastity belt, and looking like sexual pleasure itself reminiscent of her "Rude Boy" video, she complemented Drake (this time with an almost primitive fire-pit theme) as he pulled off some coolness in his stage presence. Loved it! They did their thing, and that's whats up.
I love the Lady Gaga; she is a true beast. I can't say I was deeply impressed by that performance, but I will give her the due that she is always worth because of her effort to express and entertain the way she does. I mean, who arrives in an egg? Thank you, Gaga.
Then, finally, there was Mick Jagger in a teal fitted blazer, commanding the audience and the stage. I just watched with reverence and stated out loud: "What a professional!"
I give thanks to ALL of the artists that allow us to know their work!
I think that is really my whole point here: my thanksgiving for the privilege of watching several unique performances. I enjoyed the opportunity to fall in love with Lady Antebellum after hearing their music as background and stating to myself, "Hey, I know that song; I like it! That's the group? Ok, cool! Gotta get that." Being appreciative for what another person does for us seems like a given in this context. But is it? We focus on what the stars are wearing, how they wear their hair, and who they arrive with. But do we really find the thanksgiving within ourselves, for their talent, as we watch? The arts exist as eternal expressions of humankind.
We all can find the exact form or forms of beauty disguised as art to set our souls free for the moment. When we look upon someone in the midst of expression, let us hold a space that is so pure, we assist in the birth. Whatever comes through is for you, or else you would not be there to perceive it; moreover, our ENTIRE world, as we know, is a reflection of ourselves ... even at the Grammys.
I am growing up in my art in such a wonderful way. I never knew I was an artist. I'm practical and I love tradition, so I thought my place in conservatism and repression was something I would grow into. Gotta do stuff right ... right? So there I was, trying that whole acting-right thing; but again and again I would find myself wanting to draw, paint, dance or sing or whatever. I went through a ten-year period where I would visually scour the garbage piles in front of people's homes for something I could take home and refinish, repaint, re-something. I was trying to create.
Now I understand more than ever how important it is to give love and thanks to anyone offering performance to me. I just adore fresh exhibitions of beauty, unfolding with passion right in front of me. Since it is such a profound process, I promise to show up in the highest and best way that I can, showing reverence as a responsible and supportive audience member; or I will simply walk away, leaving good thoughts and blessings to the artist if the performance does not suit me.
However we choose to respond to the next artistic performance given to us is an indication of who we are, and where we are in our lives at that moment. Let's consider both what our reaction might mean to the artist, and also ourselves.
The beauty or the flaw is in the eye of the beholder.
I missed the first few minutes of the show but really I got everything I came for. There were many outstanding moments but I will just list the ones that touched me deeply.
I will begin with the talented Miss Esperanza Spaulding, the lovely jazz musician that walked away with Best New Artist. I have been listening to her for some time now, and for the most part she was under the radar to most. She more than deserves her time in the popular shine. Congrats, sister.
Eminem and Rhianna were literally explosive with a flaming backdrop. Rhianna was the ethereal mermaid, and Eminem brought heat from his soul with his solid, dynamic lyrics that spoke of some of the very stuff we are taught to stay away from. But then again, if it is taboo to have your guy or girl express anger physically, then why did the records sell so well? 'Cause we love the way our loved ones lie, don't we?
Rhianna followed that performance up with her duet with Drake. In her red fringe, overlapping some briefs that reminded me of a jeweled chastity belt, and looking like sexual pleasure itself reminiscent of her "Rude Boy" video, she complemented Drake (this time with an almost primitive fire-pit theme) as he pulled off some coolness in his stage presence. Loved it! They did their thing, and that's whats up.
I love the Lady Gaga; she is a true beast. I can't say I was deeply impressed by that performance, but I will give her the due that she is always worth because of her effort to express and entertain the way she does. I mean, who arrives in an egg? Thank you, Gaga.
Then, finally, there was Mick Jagger in a teal fitted blazer, commanding the audience and the stage. I just watched with reverence and stated out loud: "What a professional!"
I give thanks to ALL of the artists that allow us to know their work!
I think that is really my whole point here: my thanksgiving for the privilege of watching several unique performances. I enjoyed the opportunity to fall in love with Lady Antebellum after hearing their music as background and stating to myself, "Hey, I know that song; I like it! That's the group? Ok, cool! Gotta get that." Being appreciative for what another person does for us seems like a given in this context. But is it? We focus on what the stars are wearing, how they wear their hair, and who they arrive with. But do we really find the thanksgiving within ourselves, for their talent, as we watch? The arts exist as eternal expressions of humankind.
We all can find the exact form or forms of beauty disguised as art to set our souls free for the moment. When we look upon someone in the midst of expression, let us hold a space that is so pure, we assist in the birth. Whatever comes through is for you, or else you would not be there to perceive it; moreover, our ENTIRE world, as we know, is a reflection of ourselves ... even at the Grammys.
I am growing up in my art in such a wonderful way. I never knew I was an artist. I'm practical and I love tradition, so I thought my place in conservatism and repression was something I would grow into. Gotta do stuff right ... right? So there I was, trying that whole acting-right thing; but again and again I would find myself wanting to draw, paint, dance or sing or whatever. I went through a ten-year period where I would visually scour the garbage piles in front of people's homes for something I could take home and refinish, repaint, re-something. I was trying to create.
Now I understand more than ever how important it is to give love and thanks to anyone offering performance to me. I just adore fresh exhibitions of beauty, unfolding with passion right in front of me. Since it is such a profound process, I promise to show up in the highest and best way that I can, showing reverence as a responsible and supportive audience member; or I will simply walk away, leaving good thoughts and blessings to the artist if the performance does not suit me.
However we choose to respond to the next artistic performance given to us is an indication of who we are, and where we are in our lives at that moment. Let's consider both what our reaction might mean to the artist, and also ourselves.
The beauty or the flaw is in the eye of the beholder.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Roaches
Nobody likes roaches; no one wants them around. Do you think they care? No! Actually, I take that back. They are probably unaware. But then, the question is: Is it possible for any living thing to truly be unaware of another?
I think roaches are completely unaffected by any of our hatred. They have ALWAYS been here. That's a legacy like a muthapluckah!
And really, don't WE bow down to them? Hmmm?
I don't care to live in the same house with you, roaches, and I am glad I never have. Let's keep it that way.
I do respect you. You matter, too.
Thank you ... for whatever your contribution to this world is!
I think roaches are completely unaffected by any of our hatred. They have ALWAYS been here. That's a legacy like a muthapluckah!
And really, don't WE bow down to them? Hmmm?
I don't care to live in the same house with you, roaches, and I am glad I never have. Let's keep it that way.
I do respect you. You matter, too.
Thank you ... for whatever your contribution to this world is!
Having a Human Experience, Part Two...No! Part Deux :p
So, the bottom line is, at least in my view, that we are here to be human. And humans do a lot of different things...and all of them are exactly as they should be. Go ahead and work that out for a minute.
There is no good or bad; there are only generic experiences. Free will? Means YOU get to name it.
So, what you may think is good, bad, fat, ugly, or whatever...has its roots in you. There is no "out there." We are built in such a way that we like, and are attracted to, what we are. Your disdain or even hatred for a thing has nothing to do with the thing in question.
What is more harmonious is to accept life as it is, but put your focus on what you really like; in this way, you will be experiencing more of what you want.
We cannot control this world. Nor should we judge it based on what we call correct. If a certain behavior is not for you, then don't do that.
We are here in this world to learn from it and to be seasoned by it. If you notice, people that have lived the "scandalous" or "out there" type of lifestyles are always more interesting and fun to be around.
We are all aware of, and sometimes saddened by, what occurs in the world. It leaves many—no—most asking the question, "WHY?!"
You can be sure that what occurs in this world is for the benefit of those who experience it, no matter how you/they/we experience it.
It is at this juncture that you can decide to accept this dark side of human existence, and with that acceptance begin to find reasons to be thankful and move forward without bitterness or hatred for that which we are.
The pedophile is attracted to new humans with strong sexual energy AND desire ... mostly unconscious but many times VERY conscious.
The murderer is attracted to people with a level of "death wish" energy and a belief in violence. Or even people with a strong "victim" mentality that has finally permeated their experience. I say this very gently ... some warriors such as gang members and military men and women, would have their death occur no other way, going out in a "blaze of glory."
The dope dealer exists because people are in pain and also not fully grounded in their humanness, and want to take a break from this journey.
Acceptance of our humanness does not mean we condone what we call negative behavior; it simply means that we refuse to suffer over that which we cannot control.
What is controllable in life is the way we think and the way we feel. Choosing the highest thoughts you can reach and the best feelings you can conjure up within yourself is really all that is needed to experience the best life you can imagine. As a matter of fact, the best lives that we know of HAVE been imagined before coming into manifestation!!
There is no good or bad; there are only generic experiences. Free will? Means YOU get to name it.
So, what you may think is good, bad, fat, ugly, or whatever...has its roots in you. There is no "out there." We are built in such a way that we like, and are attracted to, what we are. Your disdain or even hatred for a thing has nothing to do with the thing in question.
What is more harmonious is to accept life as it is, but put your focus on what you really like; in this way, you will be experiencing more of what you want.
We cannot control this world. Nor should we judge it based on what we call correct. If a certain behavior is not for you, then don't do that.
We are here in this world to learn from it and to be seasoned by it. If you notice, people that have lived the "scandalous" or "out there" type of lifestyles are always more interesting and fun to be around.
We are all aware of, and sometimes saddened by, what occurs in the world. It leaves many—no—most asking the question, "WHY?!"
You can be sure that what occurs in this world is for the benefit of those who experience it, no matter how you/they/we experience it.
It is at this juncture that you can decide to accept this dark side of human existence, and with that acceptance begin to find reasons to be thankful and move forward without bitterness or hatred for that which we are.
The pedophile is attracted to new humans with strong sexual energy AND desire ... mostly unconscious but many times VERY conscious.
The murderer is attracted to people with a level of "death wish" energy and a belief in violence. Or even people with a strong "victim" mentality that has finally permeated their experience. I say this very gently ... some warriors such as gang members and military men and women, would have their death occur no other way, going out in a "blaze of glory."
The dope dealer exists because people are in pain and also not fully grounded in their humanness, and want to take a break from this journey.
Acceptance of our humanness does not mean we condone what we call negative behavior; it simply means that we refuse to suffer over that which we cannot control.
What is controllable in life is the way we think and the way we feel. Choosing the highest thoughts you can reach and the best feelings you can conjure up within yourself is really all that is needed to experience the best life you can imagine. As a matter of fact, the best lives that we know of HAVE been imagined before coming into manifestation!!
Sunday, February 6, 2011
What's Super SUPER about the Super Bowl?
I love holidays, not so much because of gifts or food—okay maybe it is the food. But the number one reason I love the holidays is this: For one day, several times throughout the year, most Americans are in agreement. The major holidays are especially important because families come from miles around to be together; and almost every house or apartment on every block is filled with groups of people practicing conscious love and harmony with one another.
The Super Bowl, although not a true holiday, is no different. Right now, those groups have formed in homes, apartments, backyards, and bars to practice being together to enjoy "the game," and to be good to each other while doing so. A bad attitude is frowned upon on Super Bowl Sunday.
Along with deep family ties being tightened, this faux holiday belongs to our men and their buddies, the neighbors and folks from work. These, too, are family.
The vibe in the air is what I like to experience. Days like this bring out the best in us. Even though I must admit that I dont care much for the game, I like to see who sings the National Anthem and how the players respond to it. Next, I look forward to the halftime show, and later, finally knowing who won so that I can be "in the know." Oh, and the commercials! How could I forget the commercials?!
Though the game isn't "my thing," I appreciate what it does for others, and that makes me happy.
I made some Super Bowl nachos for my family; and I loved the fact that I could hear the television from my office. I heard my family; I heard the crowd and commentators. Life was good!!
Happy Super Bowl!
The Super Bowl, although not a true holiday, is no different. Right now, those groups have formed in homes, apartments, backyards, and bars to practice being together to enjoy "the game," and to be good to each other while doing so. A bad attitude is frowned upon on Super Bowl Sunday.
Along with deep family ties being tightened, this faux holiday belongs to our men and their buddies, the neighbors and folks from work. These, too, are family.
The vibe in the air is what I like to experience. Days like this bring out the best in us. Even though I must admit that I dont care much for the game, I like to see who sings the National Anthem and how the players respond to it. Next, I look forward to the halftime show, and later, finally knowing who won so that I can be "in the know." Oh, and the commercials! How could I forget the commercials?!
Though the game isn't "my thing," I appreciate what it does for others, and that makes me happy.
I made some Super Bowl nachos for my family; and I loved the fact that I could hear the television from my office. I heard my family; I heard the crowd and commentators. Life was good!!
Happy Super Bowl!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Spiritual Beings Having a Human Experience
I was enjoying Kanye West's song "Monster" on the way to work this morning. "Monster" is one of his many achievements in music and entertainment, and I am greatly inspired by him. This rap song is also very dark, and it's performed with profanity and controversial views on an ego-based narrative.
Kanye is infamous for his ability to express himself without filters; you can expect a shock. But those who appreciate his work find it incredibly refreshing. I feel good after listening to his music. Huh? How do I find dark and profane work inspiring? How can it possibly make me feel good? Because in this human space, it is enjoyable to me for various reasons, one of them being that I get his music. But most of all, I accept that I like it, which makes me enjoy it even more. I care to produce music for the same reason. The way a person is affected by music is profound to me. I have been moved on numerous occasions by music, and I think this feeling is part of the gifting of the human experience.
Moreover, what is really happening is that he and I are aligned in this expression. And this alignment is what occurs whenever we feel good about something and it matches some of the deeper aspects of ourselves. I have come to understand that it is the "feeling" we want to pay attention to in the process of creating and living well. What feels good to us is an indication of what is right for us; and for the most part, that can apply to anything. If you like it, you gotta follow it. The better it feels, the more you should do it. Unfortunately, we have been taught to ignore or even despise these feelings. The question that may follow such a statement is: "What if it is bad for you?" Well, things that don't work for us have a way of falling away from our lives; they only stay with our permission or our refusal to let go and move on. Although we have been taught otherwise, we are here to develop our unique expressions.
I hear a lot of people talk about Spirituality and how we are Spiritual beings having a human experience, which is true. But what is a larger truth is that we are indeed human. The answer to the question of why we are here may be (at least in part) to, in fact, be human—to explore all that interests us and to expand on those interests in our own unique way. That is very important as we view anything here on Earth. I get the feeling that people are under the impression that our goal is to deny our human self while attempting to live as Spirit on Earth, when, in fact, we are designed "from" our Spiritual nature through kindness, love, and compassion.
Our understanding of our Spirituality is a tool in this human experience. Each person creates and develops the instruments necessary to carry forward as a resident "be-ing" here on Earth. Many may think that because they follow ideology or doctrine, that they are now more valuable, worthy, chosen, or even saved from impending doom because of such choices.
Others believe that quoting holy scripture or other Spiritual text verbatim clearly shows their closer connection with that which created us. Still others would do all of us a favor and warn that certain behavior or lack of belief in this or that will certainly lead to eternal punishment. That one was always pretty interesting to me.
From current knowledge obtained through my research over the years—which didn't feel like work or research and was really my unceasing desire to understand—I find that it doesn't matter what we believe. It doesn't really matter if a person is an atheist, claiming no Spiritual connection at all, or if a person is dedicated to the worship of a god we never even heard of. EVERY expression of our life here on Earth is valid and for reason and purpose. And all expression is Spirit based no matter what it looks like; therefore, there is no need to condemn or judge it. Acceptance and understanding makes everything interesting, and somehow everything fits.
Spirituality itself is less a discussion, more of an active experience and example in living. Less of a noun, more of a verb.
It is a long-held belief, and I agree, that we choose our circumstances for growth and development on Earth before we come to Earth. I invite you to explore what that idea might mean.
The whole point of being human is to be human in all its glory.
My version of human might look a little gritty compared to your version. As a matter of fact, I'm a little turned on by the possibility of that, of knowing that you may not get me because I'm a little too far "out there." I think I like it because I have always been very good at ushering out hidden human qualities in people that they might prefer stayed hidden. What I love is that once we fully look at and accept ourselves as we are, we enjoy this experience so deeply and so fully. It doesn't mean we cannot improve. We should absolutely reach for excellence. But the questions are: Who are we improving for? And why? Is it out of fear? This is a point where we can reflect on our true nature (spirit, light, love, etc.) and remember that there is nothing to fear.
Before we arrived on this plane, we were in Spirit form. When we leave this plane, we will return to our original state for the next assignment—better yet, our next project. For now, we are human. Laugh a little more. Joke—dirty joke if you like—a little more. Get your Kanye on a little more. Do whatever feels good to you, no matter what others say.
Generally, what we experience as other people's reactions to us is really about our own conscious or unconscious feelings, desires, and fears about who we are at any given time. As we grow and evolve, we may no longer recognize ourselves. We may be outlandish to ourselves. The only way to know if this is really "you" is to consider if you feel good. It may be an overwhelming realization, the discovery of Self. It takes courage to go with your own personal flow.
If your desires are harmful to you or others, seek the exact help you need to find your balance. And it does exist.
My offering here is simply this: Our purpose here is not to show others how much we know we are more than human. Our purpose here is to know this incredible secret of the ages and use it to live freely and experience freely. It is to "live" what it means to know we are more than human, while gracefully, lovingly projecting the Light of the higher realms, diffused in an array of soul-fulfilling colors through the human vessel, as a human. Whatever that may mean for you.
Kanye is infamous for his ability to express himself without filters; you can expect a shock. But those who appreciate his work find it incredibly refreshing. I feel good after listening to his music. Huh? How do I find dark and profane work inspiring? How can it possibly make me feel good? Because in this human space, it is enjoyable to me for various reasons, one of them being that I get his music. But most of all, I accept that I like it, which makes me enjoy it even more. I care to produce music for the same reason. The way a person is affected by music is profound to me. I have been moved on numerous occasions by music, and I think this feeling is part of the gifting of the human experience.
Moreover, what is really happening is that he and I are aligned in this expression. And this alignment is what occurs whenever we feel good about something and it matches some of the deeper aspects of ourselves. I have come to understand that it is the "feeling" we want to pay attention to in the process of creating and living well. What feels good to us is an indication of what is right for us; and for the most part, that can apply to anything. If you like it, you gotta follow it. The better it feels, the more you should do it. Unfortunately, we have been taught to ignore or even despise these feelings. The question that may follow such a statement is: "What if it is bad for you?" Well, things that don't work for us have a way of falling away from our lives; they only stay with our permission or our refusal to let go and move on. Although we have been taught otherwise, we are here to develop our unique expressions.
I hear a lot of people talk about Spirituality and how we are Spiritual beings having a human experience, which is true. But what is a larger truth is that we are indeed human. The answer to the question of why we are here may be (at least in part) to, in fact, be human—to explore all that interests us and to expand on those interests in our own unique way. That is very important as we view anything here on Earth. I get the feeling that people are under the impression that our goal is to deny our human self while attempting to live as Spirit on Earth, when, in fact, we are designed "from" our Spiritual nature through kindness, love, and compassion.
Our understanding of our Spirituality is a tool in this human experience. Each person creates and develops the instruments necessary to carry forward as a resident "be-ing" here on Earth. Many may think that because they follow ideology or doctrine, that they are now more valuable, worthy, chosen, or even saved from impending doom because of such choices.
Others believe that quoting holy scripture or other Spiritual text verbatim clearly shows their closer connection with that which created us. Still others would do all of us a favor and warn that certain behavior or lack of belief in this or that will certainly lead to eternal punishment. That one was always pretty interesting to me.
From current knowledge obtained through my research over the years—which didn't feel like work or research and was really my unceasing desire to understand—I find that it doesn't matter what we believe. It doesn't really matter if a person is an atheist, claiming no Spiritual connection at all, or if a person is dedicated to the worship of a god we never even heard of. EVERY expression of our life here on Earth is valid and for reason and purpose. And all expression is Spirit based no matter what it looks like; therefore, there is no need to condemn or judge it. Acceptance and understanding makes everything interesting, and somehow everything fits.
Spirituality itself is less a discussion, more of an active experience and example in living. Less of a noun, more of a verb.
It is a long-held belief, and I agree, that we choose our circumstances for growth and development on Earth before we come to Earth. I invite you to explore what that idea might mean.
The whole point of being human is to be human in all its glory.
My version of human might look a little gritty compared to your version. As a matter of fact, I'm a little turned on by the possibility of that, of knowing that you may not get me because I'm a little too far "out there." I think I like it because I have always been very good at ushering out hidden human qualities in people that they might prefer stayed hidden. What I love is that once we fully look at and accept ourselves as we are, we enjoy this experience so deeply and so fully. It doesn't mean we cannot improve. We should absolutely reach for excellence. But the questions are: Who are we improving for? And why? Is it out of fear? This is a point where we can reflect on our true nature (spirit, light, love, etc.) and remember that there is nothing to fear.
Before we arrived on this plane, we were in Spirit form. When we leave this plane, we will return to our original state for the next assignment—better yet, our next project. For now, we are human. Laugh a little more. Joke—dirty joke if you like—a little more. Get your Kanye on a little more. Do whatever feels good to you, no matter what others say.
Generally, what we experience as other people's reactions to us is really about our own conscious or unconscious feelings, desires, and fears about who we are at any given time. As we grow and evolve, we may no longer recognize ourselves. We may be outlandish to ourselves. The only way to know if this is really "you" is to consider if you feel good. It may be an overwhelming realization, the discovery of Self. It takes courage to go with your own personal flow.
If your desires are harmful to you or others, seek the exact help you need to find your balance. And it does exist.
My offering here is simply this: Our purpose here is not to show others how much we know we are more than human. Our purpose here is to know this incredible secret of the ages and use it to live freely and experience freely. It is to "live" what it means to know we are more than human, while gracefully, lovingly projecting the Light of the higher realms, diffused in an array of soul-fulfilling colors through the human vessel, as a human. Whatever that may mean for you.
Monday, January 31, 2011
I Always Kinda Knew Stuff
I wanted give homage to who I used to be, because it is time to say goodbye. Over the years, I have been gaining new knowledge, "graduating," so to speak, from being a child. We recognize that our bodies get bigger and change as we grow into adults, but there is more than that. There is more than just responsibilities. This blog is dedicated to being true to who we are in every way that feeds us.
When I would go outside as a child, I was always aware that there were several worlds converging into one. I would notice birds in the sky, flies, butterflies, dragonflies, bees, wasps, ladybugs, and the like; dogs, cats, and people, too. Then there were the specific bugs—rollie pollies, the flatter rolllie pollies that didn't roll up, ants, pincher bugs, caterpillars, snails, slugs, and so on. I knew where all the bugs lived, what type of rocks I would find them under, and what time of the day I would find them. I would sail ants on a leaf down the gutter streams (for this reason, I always loved it when people would wash their cars on our street); and I even got to the point where I could not only tell male rollie pollies from female, but I also assisted with rollie pollie birth. LOL!!! Strange? Yes. And I like it this way. I am not aware of a more comfortable time in my life where I was behaving authentically and had not given any thought to "trying" to be authentic. It was just me and the bugs.
This blog will cover whatever strikes me as interesting and important to discuss. I view this expression as the death of consistent inner judgment on what I should do and/or say. I plan to BE for the rest of my life, and I know there are others with the same plan. So, in Love and Light here on Earth ... let's grow.
Good to be free.
When I would go outside as a child, I was always aware that there were several worlds converging into one. I would notice birds in the sky, flies, butterflies, dragonflies, bees, wasps, ladybugs, and the like; dogs, cats, and people, too. Then there were the specific bugs—rollie pollies, the flatter rolllie pollies that didn't roll up, ants, pincher bugs, caterpillars, snails, slugs, and so on. I knew where all the bugs lived, what type of rocks I would find them under, and what time of the day I would find them. I would sail ants on a leaf down the gutter streams (for this reason, I always loved it when people would wash their cars on our street); and I even got to the point where I could not only tell male rollie pollies from female, but I also assisted with rollie pollie birth. LOL!!! Strange? Yes. And I like it this way. I am not aware of a more comfortable time in my life where I was behaving authentically and had not given any thought to "trying" to be authentic. It was just me and the bugs.
This blog will cover whatever strikes me as interesting and important to discuss. I view this expression as the death of consistent inner judgment on what I should do and/or say. I plan to BE for the rest of my life, and I know there are others with the same plan. So, in Love and Light here on Earth ... let's grow.
Good to be free.
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