Don’t “Die-It”…”Live-it!”

Posted on April 22, 2012 by

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We often wonder why diets fail…we lose weight but then as soon as we stop “dieting” the weight comes back often two-fold.

Looking at the word “diet” will lead us to our answer. “Die-it” When we “die -it” we are attempting to kill a part of ourselves that is undesirable or in the word of our culture “fat.”

What is fat exactly? Insulation, padding. What does insulation do? Protects. If fat were to have a catch phrase it would be “I protect.” Who is our fat protecting? This is the question that begs to be answered.

At the heart of every insulated soul is often a deeply wounded and frightened part. This part seeks the protection of a larger form so as to ward off any potential victimizers. It makes sense. From an “I’m bigger than you” primordial viewpoint.

It is never “what” we eat but WHY we eat.

When the wounded one within us is allowed to make out decisions (which she/he is when we are unaware/unhealed) they will encourage us to eat whatever feels good, brings comfort and whenever we feel uncomfortable emotions in an attempt to stuff them down with food. So yes, from this place we don’t often make the best decisions, we eat when we are not truly hungry and continue to eat when we are full, we eat things (I cannot always quantify them as actual food) that elicit other/better feelings. We may remember from our childhood being given items to eat when we felt bad and these items will stimulate a cellular memory response of “feeling good.” These often become our go to foods when we feel activated. Now you may say that “my go to food when I feel bad is broccoli and apples, they can’t make me fat!” Well, we must return to the premise of “it’s not what you eat but why you eat.” If you are eating to self sooth- to pad and protect, your energetic vibration of your intention is what drives creation, so you could drink water and still gain weight. It is less about chemistry and more about energy.

Getting back to the word “diet” now. How do think the wounded one within you feels during a “die-it?” Do you think she/he feels loved? Protected? Nurtured? Heard? Probably not.

Most people “die-it” not from a place of fierce self love but from a place of fierce self-loathing. The wounded one feels this and will respond in the only way it has to protect itself, eating. I acknowledge that not all Beings “die-it” from a place of self-loathing, but they are not the norm and typically they are the ones who can successfully lose weight.

When you begin eating mindfully and from a place of intense self love and joy life begins to shift. When we take the time to truly listen to the one who cries out within us, hear their story and guide them home to a place of healing within our hearts, everything changes. Not only do we eat less, we seek foods that energetically nurture us and fill us with joy and love. We find that because we are nurtured from within, being more connected to Source energy, that we need less energy from other life forms (food). We become more self sustaining entities that thrive along with the trees and plants that are extensions of our Dear Mother.

Once again loving ourselves and honoring ourselves is the key.

Do not “die-it”, “LIVE-IT” or better “REBIRTH-IT.” Rebirth yourself as a sacred Being of Divinity whose vessel is an accurate reflection of your Spirit, whatever form that is.

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Love Honors All

Posted on April 21, 2012 by

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It’s funny, this twin flame relationship…so much paradox.  Some start with the blissful reunion with self then descend into the hall of mirrors, others seem to just get plopped down right in the funhouse parlor not knowing which end it up.

We have all chosen to take on and clear so much in this incarnation, it’s no wonder life always feels like a roller-coaster ride.  We are processing and healing our deep inner worlds simultaneously trying to maintain 3D appearances…It’s the 3D overlay that hurts the most, with all of its should and could haves, what if’s and why didn’t I’s?  Tumbling us around like laundry in the dryer or worse in the wash on spin

How about this for a “what if?”

What if we choose to let go of 3D expectations and simply honor our deepest selves?  Can you imagine that world?  The 3D overlay teaches us that to honor the self above all else is selfish and destructive…interesting.  Destructive to whom/what?  The 3D paradigm could not survive such a what if, it’s function relies on us making ourselves slaves to it…

This is what I have been shown.

When we honor our own deepest needs above all else, we honor the whole.  In the twin relationship, if I abuse myself and choose self-destructive behaviors, work etc. then I do so to my twin since we share a soul.  Loving myself fiercely honors my twin in a way that material things and 3D trappings can never.  That does not mean they can always feel that or appreciate it, especially if they are still deeply embroiled within the matrix.  Someone deeply embroiled within the matrix will likely resent you for your self loving behavior since they are not open to receive it…it transcends the 3D world in which feel they are trapped.  They will want you to prove your love for them in more “real world” ways, namely by joining them in their pit of misery.

You have to ask yourself, does this honor me?  Does this honor my twin?  Does this honor the world?  Does this honor Spirit?

Would it not be more beneficial to all to remain in your loving place until they can find their own way to you?

If I were in the pits of misery, I would appreciate the Light shining for me, beckoning me to greater depths of self respect, love and honor.  Having  the Light extinguish itself to join me would be excruciating and sad.

We cannot always see this Light and our minds will try to tell us it is all rubbish.  Our only truth lies in our hearts.  This is where we must go for answers.

Now, in this time of great awakenings, I honor YOU by loving myself fiercely and I bow to you, for the Light of your self love has illuminated my path home to me.

Blessings.

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Validation: The Inner Dialog

Posted on April 3, 2012 by

Please watch this video before reading this essay. Really allow yourself to take it all in.

Now. Ask yourself “how would the world look if we treated one another this way?”

OK, now, ask yourself “how would life look if I treated myself this way?” How do you feel in your body considering this idea? What do you notice?

It is generally easier for us to look outside of ourselves with our generous hearts,seeing the value and worth in others. Then we expend so much vital energy cutting ourselves down…it’s clear where this modus operandi has taken us. Shall we try a 180 here?

Recreate the stew in which we simmer?

I intend to create a new ritual around consciously shifting my inner dialog. Care to join me?

Each day as I rise, I intend to spend a minimum of 5 minutes with myself, standing before a mirror giving myself my due validation. I will not limit this to the parts of myself that I can see or to my personality traits.

I will extend this validation to every part of my body that I have ever negated, hated, scorned or desecrated.

Being certain to note how beautiful and worthy each part is and apologizing for being so mean-spirited.

Next and most importantly, I shall release a waterfall of validation upon my ego. My poor, disconnected, scared lonely gal who is overworked and unsupported. This would make anyone mean-spirited.

For it is this feeling of having to do it all without any support, love or acknowledgment that drives us to lash out at ourselves, others, the world…is it not?

Then we have so many spiritual and religious traditions demonizing the ego, suggesting everything from setting it aside to killing it. I offer a different choice/point of view.

The ego is grasping for the Higher Self as too are we all. It, like us, does not like feeling disconnected because our connection to Source/Higher Self is our primary and vital source of validation!

Our very connection to Source energy is validating.

Let us acknowledge our ego selves for all of it’s hard work over all our lifetimes while feeling disconnected from Source validation. We cannot abuse and deny our vehicles and still expect to feel connected to Source/Higher Self. Our bodies ARE SOURCE. Our body is HIGHER SELF. The two cannot be separated that is the illusion of this world, the “veil”. That we are disconnected, that we are not whole. Our beautiful vehicles are made of Source energy, the Higher Self made physical, right down to the last vibrating atom.

How can we look at our body and see and feel anything but pure Divinity?

Let us stand before our beautiful selves and heap praise upon our ego for it’s strength, it’s power, tenacity. For keeping us safe and protected. For always being on full alert. Thank you for working so hard for me! Thank you for always looking out for me. Thank you for being there for me when I thought I was alone. Thank you for always having my back. Thank you for showing me where I need to heal. I am sorry that I have not always been able to hear or understand you and your messages. I am sorry that it took me so long to see that we don’t have to feel disconnected! I love you just the way you are. You are a beautiful vibrant Light and a part of me that I cherish and honor fully. Welcome home.

The “shift” is and has always been an internal movement. Spiraling out from our high hearts creating Life. Acknowledge your beauty, your Light. Know that your body is the God and Goddess.

There is no separation.

There is no waiting.

Life is birthed with each breath from within the stew of your inner being.

Make it delicious!

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Forgiveness

Posted on March 23, 2012 by

She always had a fondness for the concept of forgiveness… so noble an act it always appeared. She always admired those who seemed to take to it so easily, as if it were a part of their nature, inherent. Having been raised in a religious family, forgiveness was striven for, expected. But it was a rare occasion when she actually felt the real thing. Most often her examples of forgiveness were feigned attempts shrouded in vanity. “If it makes you look good, do it!” Seemed to be the motto. It all felt so empty. Not at all like TV forgiveness where emotion ran to the depths of the soul and hearts openly sang. But she knew that was not real either. They were actors after all, following a script… much it seemed like her own actual life. She wondered though how much TV forgiveness mimics real-life forgiveness. Is that what it looked like, felt… it wasn’t until she was 18 that she had the opportunity to try it out for real, when her uncle came to her begging forgiveness for touching her as a child. She leapt at the opportunity to practice the elusive act of forgiveness even though she barely remembered the act in question. Apparently, he got weird at the showers one summer at the family beach house. He confessed every sordid detail, it seemed like a good story but she felt nothing. “I forgive you uncle.” She said. He wept with his redemption showering her with gratitude. But inside she was empty. Wasn’t this supposed to feel good? Feel like something… anything? He sure seemed to be feeling it… it was almost unreal, kind of like TV forgiveness… was he faking it, too? Interesting. It’s almost like faking an orgasm because you don’t want to hurt the other person’s feelings or make them feel like they suck at sex. I clearly suck at forgiveness, is it fair to my uncle to fake it? I mean, he took a big risk coming to me, confessing his sin. I always thought faking an orgasm was stupid because no one really wins in the situation… one person thinks they have succeeded in giving you pleasure and the other receives no pleasure because they don’t feel they deserve it. Yuck. How is this any different?
“Um, uncle?” She had to say it a few times to get through his weeping.
“Uncle?” She said more forcefully.
“Yes?” He replied.“
“I’m not sure how to say this but…” his face seized with panic. Was his absolution fading?
“What? Tell me what?” He asked, his voice sounding a bit crazed.
“I don’t remember.” She said flatly.
“What you were going to say?” He replied, confused.
“No. I don’t remember it. What you say you did to me. I don’t remember it.” She explained.
“Oh. But you still forgive me, right?” He asked, voice desperate.
“Well, yeah I… I guess, but can I really? Forgive you that is for something I don’t even remember?” She stammered.
“Well, you said you did… so.” He replied defensively.
“I know, I’m sorry. I was just really taken aback by your revelation. I guess I didn’t know how to react.” She added, her voice apologetic.
“Oh, well okay then.” Her uncle replied, head hanging, dejected.
“I mean, if I remembered, I would like to think that I’d forgive you.” She said trying to make her voice bright and cheery.
“Do you want me to tell you again?” He asked tentatively.
“No! No. I don’t want you to tell me again.” She interjected a bit too forcefully.
“Well what do you want?” Her uncle’s voice beginning to reflect annoyance.
“I want to feel something.” Her voice trailed off, quiet.
“What?” He asked.
“I don’t know… it just seems like I should feel something in my heart but I don’t.”

It was years before another opportunity presented itself. She almost missed it because well it didn’t really involve another person. She was confused when the emotions began to surface. What is this about? She thought one day as she boiled with a rage she didn’t even know she held. I don’t understand why I’m feeling this. She thought. Happily married, her husband walked on eggshells day and night never certain of her emotional forecast. Moodiness was never one of her traits but lately it seemed to be her only.

“Is it something I did or didn’t do?” Her husband asked eager to quell the seas.
“No. I mean, I don’t know. I’m sorry. Please don’t take any of this personally, I really don’t think this is about you.” She tried to sound reassuring.
“You sure?” He asked.
“No.” She answered flatly.
“Great” he mumbled and went outside.

She went out to the sun porch off the back of their house. She always felt at peace there, perhaps that would help. Stillness soon settled in as she sat allowing the suns warming rays to melt away her angst. She loved her husband, it couldn’t be him could it? She wondered, her thoughts quiet but pressing. Deep inhale, exhale. As she sat, she felt her breath begin to expand, it felt as though her whole body was expanding. Focusing on her breath she allowed herself this expansion and slowly felt her body filling with a sense of peace. That was the only way she could describe it. It felt nice. Different definitely from the past few weeks, that was for certain. As she melted into this new feeling she noticed that her cheeks ached. Why? It was an unusual sensation then she realized that she was smiling. Really smiling, so wide that it was fatiguing her facial muscles. Wow. As she sat smiling, basking in peace the idea of forgiveness seeped into her awareness. Who do I have to forgive? She asked herself, my uncle? My husband? Who? I don’t understand, I don’t see it. Suddenly a gentle loving voice reached out into her awareness.

“It is not for you to see, but to feel.” The voice suggested.

“Feel? That’s just it, I don’t feel it, I don’t feel anything!” Her energy beginning to rile. She felt another wave of peace wash through her and she surrendered to it. Tears begin to prick at the back of her eyes, her throat constricting slightly. “Feel” the benevolent voice coaxed from the ether. With the last mandate the tears broke free and she openly wept. Crying like she was 5 years old again. She allowed the tears to flow, her body racking with sobs that felt ancient yet so familiar. As the tears began to slow she felt a new sensation. It felt as if her heart was being pulled in two. It ached and burned as she sensed into it. It was an odd sensation for her but she felt that she could actually see it, her heart releasing the tears that flowed from her eyes. It look like ice melting.

Then she saw it.

There, standing inside of her heart, a child shivering and cold. She looked very sad. Her emotions reached out to the child whom she did not recognize. “Who are you? Why are you sad?” She asked the little girl. The child still partially frozen just stared at her disbelief on her face. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” She cooed trying to help the child feel at ease. The child gave her an incredulous stare, one that seemed to say “yeah, right.” She was taken aback by this seeming rejection. “What? Have I hurt you?” The child looked down to avert her gaze and turned her head away. New tears began welling up from her heart so personal so real. Who is this child? She thought.

“Look closer” whispered the benevolent voice “feel her.”

She took a deep breath in order to center and allowed herself to sense more deeply into this child. As she did the child turned to her, face surprised, eyes wide. She gasped as she heard the words which seemingly floated from the child’s mind hers.

“I am you.”

She focused more acutely onto the child’s face and that’s when recognition dawned. The resemblance, it was there. She hadn’t thought of herself at that age for so long she had forgotten what she looked like. “Me?” She whispered almost vacantly. “You are me?” Turned into “you’re me!” Oh my. “You are me!” She repeated again. As she allowed the reality of this discovery to wash through her body and fully register in her mind, the child waited. “Are you ready now?” The child asked.
“Ready? For what?”
Hands on hips the child repeated herself “are you ready… for me?”

She didn’t know quite what to say to that, what exactly did that mean? What would it mean for her, for them? What secrets did this child hold and was she ready to know them? She was not sure. She sat and felt fear ripple through her body, her mind racing to come up with hundreds of reasons why she should absolutely not do this. While in her heart, all she wanted to do was surrender. Surrender to the voice, to the child, to all of it. As her heart’s gentle persuasion begin to override her mind another wave of peace filled her. Love overflowing from her filled the sun porch.

“I am ready for you little one.” She said aloud.

The energies began swirling within her as the child, now fully thawed walked into her now open and energized heart. Sparks of gold crackled around her as she felt the child’s energies re-integrate. Her body shuddered as memories began to surface. Things she had not thought of in years swirled into her consciousness. Through everything she felt the love and support around her, the benevolent voice ever-present. She felt no fear now as the swirling energies slowed.

“You will now begin to integrate the memories and wisdom held by this part of yourself. Do not worry, it will happen over time as you become ready for them.” The voice assured. She felt herself relax, she had been worried about being flooded.

Thoughts of her uncle came to the fore, she simply watched, detached yet fully engaged. Understanding coursed through her as more scenes unfolded. Series of events unfolding like mini dramas on the television. Seeing each character playing its role. Sometimes I am the good one, sometimes I am the bad one she mused. “Feel deeper” the voice coaxed. “Step out a little farther, feel yourself with me.” The voice suggested. Oh, that would be nice she thought, I would love that! To be sitting with the Being attached to the voice, the voice that exuded pure love. She allowed herself to still even deeper going inward until she felt the benevolent presence near her, with her, Oh! Inside of her. She found her cheeks aching again. Yes, smiling. Once she settled into this new place of grounding she viewed the scenes again.

As she witnessed she saw that it was not at all about good and bad but about teacher and student, student and teacher… she was able to see the cords which she sensed to be soul contracts between the players.

For the first time she saw choice. And with that she felt freedom.

All of her ideas of how the world worked began spinning out of control. Her mind started scrambling trying to regain control attempting to rein in the liberating mind. But it was too late for that.

She had witnessed truth.

The vast truth of this life, that there is no good or bad, only lessons. And if there is no bad… what is there to forgive? She began to spiral down as her mind made one last attempt using its favorite tool, guilt. It’s projected thought… “I was a stupid not see this sooner… I’m so stupid!” As she rallied against this she saw the little girl, face darkened with shame. Sensing into her once again she reached out to her and said “no, we are not stupid, we are right on time!”

She had seized her golden opportunity just as she had planned it. As Source knows no time but the present. There is no wrong, only opportunities to heal and to remember.

March 22, 2012

Perhaps what is needed is a re-definition of forgiveness. From viewing some person or an act of some person as grievous and wrong to one of service.

At our source level we have all made agreements with one another in order to advance our wisdom and our remembrance of who we are. We come here to 3-D for soul school–training for our spirits… and we are all students, we are all teachers.

The lessons we share with one another are varied. Some filled with light and beauty–the ones that feel really great and uplift us. These are the lessons we love to receive for we perceive them as “good” because of how they make us feel. Then there are the lessons which challenge us greatly. These lessons often “hurt” and feel wounding or damaging to us somehow and they can run the spectrum from someone telling you you are ugly or stupid to being raped as examples. We perceive these lessons as “bad” because that is generally how we feel receiving them and this is reinforced by a society that fears pain of any sort.

When we receive these sorts of lessons we also perceive the teacher of the lesson as bad or evil.

But are they really?

If we can take a huge step back and view the situation from a broader perspective sitting with our higher selves, we can see the profound love and service in this act. How much pain do you think the victimizer feels in honoring the soul contract with you? They are the molester, rapist, bully, general ass hole in a society that abhors the dark. They have CHOSEN to play that role FOR YOU. Chosen it, to SERVE you because they love and honor you beyond measure.

Breathe. I know that this can be a difficult stance to take in, to hear.

But it really changes everything because forgiveness revolves around wrong-doing.

“I forgive you for serving me and loving me so deeply that you have sacrificed this focus to become the darkest of the dark for me.”

Doesn’t sound right does it? Not to say that your teacher in this scenario literally sacrifices this focus, we learn as much about ourselves from embodying the collective darkness. In all cases Source is served.

So what is there to forgive? Besides ourselves. Our own fear and lack of understanding. Our own inability to appreciate the service being given to us. Our forgetting. This is where forgiveness needs to be. And it’s companion is gratitude.

To all beings in my world whom I have perceived to be hurting me… Thank you. Thank you for loving me, for serving me, for honoring me, for guiding me closer to Source, to true authentic remembrance. Thank you and I release you from our contract with love.

There is no right or wrong; good or bad in this world. There is only Source and Source simply Is.

Blessings.

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Solar Flares and the Divine Masculine

Posted on March 14, 2012 by

March 12, 2012

The Divine Masculine in His infinite strength, confidence and love is awakening the Sun, his energy source. He is reaching out… inspiring his beautiful Gaia, the Divine Feminine to awaken. He calls to us through our souls(soles), through the Earth, Her sacred body and into ours. Energy arms reaching out to Earth stimulating release, remembrance and revolution.

“Awaken my Queen, rise into your fullness, your grace your power. Feel my infinite fires igniting your passion, awakening the cauldron of life that lies within you, it is time.”

Feel his power surge into you, awakening your inner desires, dreams. Feel it luring you toward wakefulness, remembrance.

It is not a coincidence we are having solar flares that are literally rocking our world. It is He, the Divine Masculine calling to Lady Gaia, his Queen, the Divine Feminine to awaken. As we are cells within her body, we too, are being called to awaken. Allow their divine energies to merge within you, reuniting the light and the dark parts of yourself restoring balance and wholeness. This is our heritage, our birthright. The time is now!

I surrender to His amazing Light!

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It’s All True!

Posted on March 14, 2012 by

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Atheists say that you only get this one life, that when you die, it’s all over, there is nothing after death. Creationists believe in heaven and hell and Eastern religions believe in reincarnation, that we come back to this life in different forms many many times.

I saw this morning that they are all basically true…

We do only have this one life, however it is fractalized into many. Because we view time linearly we see these as different lives occurring at different times but it is actually all the same one lifetime occurring simultaneously.

As for heaven and hell, hell is created in the forgetting and heaven is when we remember all of this and live life as creators in the present moment from our high hearts guided by our Highest Selves.

Heaven is NOW, fully connected, in love with life.

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Immortality

Posted on March 14, 2012 by

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There is a saying that to live life to the fullest you must live every day like it is your last. But I say, what if we lived each day as the immortals we truly are? Without fear of death, how would your life look?

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Our Beliefs Shape Our Reality

Posted on March 14, 2012 by

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Belief: An acceptance that a statement is true or that something exists.

How much do our beliefs create our reality? This is the question that begs to be answered for in this changing world, what we believe is our only truth. It is the foundation of our existence.

It is the fertile ground from which our reality grows.

So… I ask you, what do you believe? About yourself, your life, this world? Our expectations are born from our beliefs both of which create our vibration, our unique energy signature which directs our form, our world, this very reality. We must remember that everything is energy, everything. This is not some woo woo abstract thought, it is the fundamental truth.

Do remember being a child? When the world was filled with possibilities and all of the stories that were read to us were filled with magic? So much imagination, so much beauty. I remember being a child and hearing my Higher Self (Spirit) calling out to me, not just in my head. I remember retreating to the attic closet to feel connection to the otherworld and I remember being told that this was all my imagination, in other words that none of it was “real.” And I sadly remember it all going away. When I believed in it, before adults who “knew better” because they were adults told me it wasn’t true, my reality was a very different place. Now that I have reconnected with and remembered The One Who Called Out To Me, I know what is truth.

When I read stories to my little girl I am flooded with the truth they hold, I can feel Spirit’s soft whispering coming through beckoning for them to believe, to not forget who they are and what they’re capable of. In one beautiful story Hepatica, a young girl with “clear eyes” is living with the forest people. Among them is a beautiful wicked witch whose form gains strength, power and substance from the children’s belief in her and their fear. When Hepatica tells them to look right through her as if she is not there, the witch loses her substance, she begins to de-materialize for she loses her power when the children no longer believe in her. [Notes from the House Above The Trees by Ethel Cook Elliott]. in the Velveteen Rabbit you are real when you are loved and in the Unicorn Chronicles when you disown the part of you that is darkness you lose balance and this disowned power coalesces into form…it becomes “real.” For a more detailed account read my essay Perception of Perfection, it was inspired by the Unicorn Chronicles by Bruce Coville. Children’s stories have aroused in me all that I believed and knew was truth before society deadened me, before TV entranced me and school enslaved me.

It is a common belief that children don’t know any better, it’s almost as if society sees them as insane. We try to force them into the tiny box society has for their minds and their Spirits but they do not fit into these boxes and they’re rebelling… we then medicate them for bipolar, ADD, ADHD… all to attempt to make them conform or so they can “focus.” This action is unconscionable. This is akin to destroying that which feeds and nourishes us… oh well yes we are doing that as well are we not?(See Monsanto.)

I like to say that my daughter’s feral because I refuse to indoctrinate her mind into a matrix that wishes to enslave her. A free mind is dangerous to a society that is run by shepherds.

We must all re-embrace our own ferity. Ferity is a wild, untamed, uncultivated state.

Throw off your conditioning and remember who you are, remember your gifts, your power! Remember that you are a creator and that you create from your beliefs!! The society that wishes to control and use you does not want you to remember this, they want you only to believe what they tell you is real, “for when people believe in magic they are impossible to control” (sorry I cannot remember w which book that is from) and just like when reading was only allowed for royalty for the same reason “when the commoners can read they become impossible to control” (paraphrase from the book The Unicorns of Balinor).

It is time to break free! Unleash the feral beauty that lies within you!

Stop watching the world, begin living.

Turn off the TV, stop reading the newspaper. Stop believing in your need for protection, stop believing that you are in mortal danger… you are immortal! Your soul cannot die, it is all a part of our conditioning. If we believe we get old and die, we do. If we believe that someone is going to kill us and take our stuff and poison our food, pollute our air and water… Look at the havoc our errant beliefs have wrought!

We have been so conditioned to believe the worst we’ve completely forgotten about the beauty! The love! The perfection of creation! The magic! This is all deemed fantasy or not realistic. Bullshit!. Our conditioning into the matrix is the real bullshit.

Our belief that we are anything but amazing powerful immortal magical creatures is pure heresy.

The time has come for us to stop believing in the necessity of government, in our need for stuff. In our belief that we die… it is all a lie, a mask or cage placed over our consciousness to keep us disconnected.

Take a deep breath and remove the cage. Take a deep breath in yell out the window “I believe in faeries!” Open your high heart and state “I believe in myself and I intend to come home.”

And always remember this: If you can imagine it, it is real.

It exists somewhere in space and time. Never doubt what your heart knows. Never doubt what the child in your heart whispers to you, for this child is your Higher Self, the One Who Remembers, the One who is still fully connected, the One Who Believes. Believe in yourself, you are God after all… let society think you are crazy, they will leave you alone and you will be able to accomplish so much good and beauty. And then they will all wonder “from where does all this beauty emanate?”

It will be you.

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From the Tao of Healing

Posted on March 10, 2012 by

My personal lesson for the day. Enjoy!

You can’t see it with the ordinary eye
You can’t hear it with the ordinary ear
You cant feel it with the ordinary touch
You can’t separate it from light or dark
You can’t approach it from ahead or behind.

It’s like a pyramid of mirrors.
Everywhere you look
You see yourself.
Open the pyramid to see what’s inside:
The reflection is You.

To define your lie is futile;
Don’t get ahead of yourself
Don’t get behind yourself
Don’t compare yourself.
Just be you and enjoy what’s inside.

Consider it:
In this present moment God chooses to be you.

The Tao of Healing By Haven Trevino

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Perception of Perfection

Posted on February 27, 2012 by

 

Once upon a time, we opened our eyes and saw a world we did not recognize, felt bodies we did not know and thought thoughts that bewildered us. We felt a vague longing, a tickling at the back of our consciousness that something was not right, that we somehow made a wrong turn. We felt lost, alone, afraid…abandoned. What did we do to deserve this? Am I being punished? Cast out.

Collectively, we have been walking the path of remembrance, of awakening to the reality that we are more than we have ever believed and that this world is a reflection of our inner beliefs. Our 5th dimensional “Garden of Eden” calls to our hearts…”call me forth, allow me to flower and dazzle your world again. You need only to remember…”

And we are remembering.

But are we forgiving? Are we owning it all?

We like to think that the “Garden of Eden” was a perfect place awash with purity and a choir of angels. Perhaps…that is so.  But…

Perhaps what needs redefinition is not the “Garden” but our perception of perfection.

In our panic and fear we attempted to recreate our “garden”; if only I can be pure enough, clean enough, good enough…if I cast out all of my darkness, certainly I will be worthy.

What if perfection is not the purity of Light and beauty but the serene balance of the whole?

When we disown parts of ourselves, for whatever reason, these parts take on a life of their own; coalesce, incarnate,reflect. Until all we can see around us is that which we cast out. It becomes our prison, our house of mirrors.

Forgiveness and understanding are the key to our freedom; self love the gate to the Garden.

Let’s look to our friends Monsanto for example. Quickly becoming the most hated company in the world, who better to hold up the mirror? So…why do we hate Monsanto? What characteristics do they hold? Greed, control, malicious intent…sure everyone “knows,” right? That Monsanto wants all the money (energy), to own all the food (energy), and that finally, they intend to kill us…hmmmm.

Please allow me to continue playing “devil’s” advocate here…let us all take a large step back into witness mode. This is where we hold a large sacred space for ourselves in order to get enough distance from an issue so we can see it more clearly from all sides. OK.

So, from our grounded witness mode, feel into those statements and beliefs regarding Monsanto. Then ask yourself:

How am I greedy?
How am I controlling?
How do I hold malicious intent toward others AND myself?

Owning our darkness is integral to full remembrance, to wholeness, to balance. If we cannot own our own darkness there will be those who will gladly pick up your unwanted energy, power and fire and they will use it as they see fit, and likely they will use it against you… Darkness unbalanced by Light can be a frightening force…but remember! You are in a house of mirrors so…

Own what you hate
Own what you fear
Own what you judge

Then forgive yourself for forgetting and love yourSelf into the Garden…I’ll see you there!

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