In the past few days I have attempted to write, yet there appears so much wordiness and repetition - I even bored myself. It feels as if any of us, from the world wide big famous well known kahuna like authors and spiritual teachers to the tiny can you hear me bloggers like myself, have been saying the same thing over and over again for the past few years. Stay focused. Work on yourself. Oooops, we fell back a bit. Okay, here we go. Keep focused. Keep the faith.
Sounds like growing up, doesn't it? Especially familiar to the pre teen years when we fall back a bit into old ways, before we fully spread our wings in teenage years which on a good day merges into young adulthood. So many labels, words and explanations. We, us humans; are very, very good at giving wordy explanations to the scenarios.
With that said, let me be as simple as I can be. Knowing full well, like any other philosophical, esoteric, thought filled gotta share spiritually focused teacher being; this is simply my perception, from my lens. Having shared this knowing verbally with beloveds and felt a resonate wave of understanding and knowing comfort was received, I share this with you.
Everything is now magnified. Love and fear.
We are closer to Oneness than we have ever been.
The journey to Oneness has been the path of choice by many due to their thinking this would lead us all to Love, all to sharing only the joy. And ultimately it will. But here, here on earth, on this plane, where the nature of life as human itself is yin and yang - hence we will always have the choice, the action of free will to choose.
(Friends, our Creator blessed us with free will; if there was not also given choices along with that, free will would make no sense!) The closer we get to Oneness, as we are now, we feel ALL of it. To feel the joy we also feel the grief. To experience the fullness of love, the immensity of the love of humankind; we also open ourselves to the fear of humankind.
Many hearts are opening. They have traveled the road from the head to the heart and they expected to ONLY feel the Love when they arrived. Why not? This is why they focused on it in the first place. To FEEL the love. Not to cry the tears of all of humanity. Not to feel your heart ripped opened due to yet another horrible natural disaster in the world. Not to see homelessness, illness, war and feel it so deeply it may as well be you. This was not what you expected.
Yet, you see, that is love. To feel your sisters and brothers pain as your own. To be One in the Heart of Compassion, that you have visceral responses to another persons experience. Do you ever wonder if God feels all our pain? If every day this wondrous Isness of Life from which all is created looks upon Its Beloveds and feels our pains? If so, our Love, our Joy is also felt.
The most basic of spiritual teachings are helpful right now. To see, feel, acknowledged the pain, the discomfort, the war of human on human; and yet to stay unattached through the Light, our Faith of God; knowing we have free will and there does exist the place of Love which cradles us in comfort. In doing what is humanly possible as an individual; giving of time, money or our personal gifts. Being as unattached, which is non fearful, of the fear itself. To stand in the Light of your faith and know God is present and it is our joy to see It revealed.
The most basic of teachings; turning your cheek, it is done to you according to your faith, paths of righteousness. Remember, the fear is simply an empty vessel awaiting to be filled with Gods Love, Power, Presence. Fill it with compassion, understanding, kindness.
Be grateful you are feeling. If you are one of the many who are in the experience of the pain of humanity, with deep fears coming to the surface and you are witnessing them; be grateful. The greater the fear, the bigger the empty cup! God can fill any vessel with love. The song is so true - ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no river deep enough to keep me from YOU! Nothing is impossible with God.
Be grateful you are feeling. Know you cannot fix the war by yourself. You cannot mend the pain of Katrina by yourself. You cannot house every homeless animal, foster child or feed every person who is hungry; but your ability in Oneness to acknowledge the pain, to feel the expression of fear - is also your great ability to feel Love, to share in love.
A friend of mine, her family just lost an angel on earth in an unexpected death. We shared how big families, mean big love, create big loss. And in that pain of the loss is also the strength of the love. It is One. Which do you choose to see?
As we create more openings to the One Great Heart, we become the family of humankind which has called us. In a family there is pain, disconnections, love, dysfunctions.....etc, etc, etc.....all of it. In committing to the Path of Oneness to seek the Joy of God; know along with that is great responsibility in feeling all of it.
If you are one of the many beings who are in the experience of Love - Love as big, as outwardly, as compassionately as you possibly can. Love all you see, send Love to all beings, Love your enemies, your wounds, your challenges. Love, give it away.
Again, in this moment in time; fear and love are being magnified. Breathe. Detatch. Love.
Any particular questions or scenarios? I can be reached at revdeb@amethystlightministry.org
Thank you for your time.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
The Arborist
Here is a most beautiful story I had the gift of experiencing. - We have a tree on the Farm which is requiring some attention. One of the three Arborists I called came by last week. He was due at 11:00, but called me at 10:30 to say he was running behind. I already appreciated his level of integrity. - He arrived and as all folks do, was immediately looking around at the magnificent setting of greenery, trees, sounds and sights of this beloved sanctuary we are gifted to call home. - Without my prodding, he passionately told me about two trees on our way to the one I had called him about. When we arrived I pointed out the other Horse Chestnut which had fallen earlier this year, hence our concern about this elder, grand, shade giving tree. - He began his loving dissertation by placing his rather large, earth worn, young hand on the side of the trunk, upon what we would call a burl,"see this, this is a wound. This metal here, (which I had never noticed) had been placed in the tree years ago and if they had prepared the hole first, by drilling, it would not have caused this, but they simply put the metal in the tree...to hold a hammock or such....and caused a wound. This is the scarring."
I was spiritually in love with a young man 25 years my younger. He spoke my language. We would communicate extraordinarily well. - "This tree will not come down like the other one - see, the other one stood alone, by itself, in the pasture. No other trees around it. In the early winter look at a mountain range. One pine will be above all the others. In the spring it will be down. A storm, the winds -- will take down the one which stands alone." - We engaged in a beautiful convertsaion, how people are the same. When we stand by ourselves we will most certainly fall. When we are in community, we have others to rally around us, to protect us if needed, to support us and help us to stand full. If, as I have had the humbling experience of all too many times, we think we stand by ourselves, above others; we will most certainly be taken off our pedestal by some kind of storm! The winds of ego can be crueler than a New England blizzard.
He went on to explain that this particular tree can and should be saved, by simply trimming down the tall pieces and taking off the dead wood...and a few safety measures too. - We walked to the back pasture and stood by the fence which beckons everyone - and chatted about the property, the land, the pond and its' perfect Weeping Willow. - As with many conversations I experience, he went on to open up to me about his learning challenges which helped him to discover becoming an Arborist. Studying all day and being at a desk was not his calling; but his God given gift to touch a tree and know its sacred worth is. - We shared on how my husband and I found ourselves to be here,the manifesting of our dream property by the grace of God via a dear friend who thought we may like the opportunity living here as caretakers would offer us. - As he walked to his car, he turned to me and said, "It's really nice to meet someone who has gotten all she wanted in her life." - My breath was taken back! - In silence I contemplated his comment, and imagined that this man will forever consider meeting someone who he sees as having received all she ever asked for. The acceptance of that is too immense to consider. The law that what we think of others, when we think of others, and that the energy of that is manifestation-well, gratitude doesn't touch my thankfulness. To also know that since he can see that, he can have that also - God in motion. Oh, so Good!
As he drove from the back yard I could not thank God enough for this precious 30 minutes I had with a stranger. I will always remember him placing his worn gentle hand on the big 'ole Horse Chestnut tree saying, "this is a wound." The bark grows around it to protect it and hardens, just like our skin - either emotionally or physically. All wounds have protected covering - some are easier to see than others, some are harder than others - and like a wooden bowl created from the burl of a tree -the scarring can be made into a beautiful container - just with some faith, help and creative ingenuity.
I was spiritually in love with a young man 25 years my younger. He spoke my language. We would communicate extraordinarily well. - "This tree will not come down like the other one - see, the other one stood alone, by itself, in the pasture. No other trees around it. In the early winter look at a mountain range. One pine will be above all the others. In the spring it will be down. A storm, the winds -- will take down the one which stands alone." - We engaged in a beautiful convertsaion, how people are the same. When we stand by ourselves we will most certainly fall. When we are in community, we have others to rally around us, to protect us if needed, to support us and help us to stand full. If, as I have had the humbling experience of all too many times, we think we stand by ourselves, above others; we will most certainly be taken off our pedestal by some kind of storm! The winds of ego can be crueler than a New England blizzard.
He went on to explain that this particular tree can and should be saved, by simply trimming down the tall pieces and taking off the dead wood...and a few safety measures too. - We walked to the back pasture and stood by the fence which beckons everyone - and chatted about the property, the land, the pond and its' perfect Weeping Willow. - As with many conversations I experience, he went on to open up to me about his learning challenges which helped him to discover becoming an Arborist. Studying all day and being at a desk was not his calling; but his God given gift to touch a tree and know its sacred worth is. - We shared on how my husband and I found ourselves to be here,the manifesting of our dream property by the grace of God via a dear friend who thought we may like the opportunity living here as caretakers would offer us. - As he walked to his car, he turned to me and said, "It's really nice to meet someone who has gotten all she wanted in her life." - My breath was taken back! - In silence I contemplated his comment, and imagined that this man will forever consider meeting someone who he sees as having received all she ever asked for. The acceptance of that is too immense to consider. The law that what we think of others, when we think of others, and that the energy of that is manifestation-well, gratitude doesn't touch my thankfulness. To also know that since he can see that, he can have that also - God in motion. Oh, so Good!
As he drove from the back yard I could not thank God enough for this precious 30 minutes I had with a stranger. I will always remember him placing his worn gentle hand on the big 'ole Horse Chestnut tree saying, "this is a wound." The bark grows around it to protect it and hardens, just like our skin - either emotionally or physically. All wounds have protected covering - some are easier to see than others, some are harder than others - and like a wooden bowl created from the burl of a tree -the scarring can be made into a beautiful container - just with some faith, help and creative ingenuity.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
An Afterthought----------
an afterthought...................i published the previous bit of thought and of course, as all my intentions were focused on the difference...i ran head on into someone whirling, someone attached to the old paradigm. So I now choose creative license and share a few additions:
OLD Paradigm/(and or attachment to past and/or staying with old structure is easier than destructuruing & recreating)
-believing one has to do it all themselves. Is soley responsible.
-short tempered.
-anxious.
-abrupt.
- a wall. what appears to be an impervious wall of solids, unwavering to the new feminine organic of faith. structure. rightness. fear. Staying in what (I) know. Believing what I can see. Not seeing what I can believe.
And the only thing that can get through the wall is love.
What do I do the student says?
-Begin each day in quiet solitude of awareness of an inner alignment with Spirit. Whatever your wording is for the Universal Presence of Infinite Mystery - for one minute even - sitting up from sleep and being. Begin each day with a foundation of Holy Connection. (Then, you will not get rocked off your center.)
- Also, when you feel rocked, take your predominant hand and place it on/over your heart chakra, breathing in a and out Love. Ask, what is it I am feeling? Listen. Be gentle with self. Forgive.
with great Love & Gratitude,
Deborah
OLD Paradigm/(and or attachment to past and/or staying with old structure is easier than destructuruing & recreating)
-believing one has to do it all themselves. Is soley responsible.
-short tempered.
-anxious.
-abrupt.
- a wall. what appears to be an impervious wall of solids, unwavering to the new feminine organic of faith. structure. rightness. fear. Staying in what (I) know. Believing what I can see. Not seeing what I can believe.
And the only thing that can get through the wall is love.
What do I do the student says?
-Begin each day in quiet solitude of awareness of an inner alignment with Spirit. Whatever your wording is for the Universal Presence of Infinite Mystery - for one minute even - sitting up from sleep and being. Begin each day with a foundation of Holy Connection. (Then, you will not get rocked off your center.)
- Also, when you feel rocked, take your predominant hand and place it on/over your heart chakra, breathing in a and out Love. Ask, what is it I am feeling? Listen. Be gentle with self. Forgive.
with great Love & Gratitude,
Deborah
Been a while................
Since May, my last post. Moving takes up much space. Not only the physical, but the emotional and etheric pieces - waiting for them to all land, come together, find their unique Oneness. All types of moving - from home to home, job to job, relationship to relationship. It is all never what we expect, and in my experience, in all-ways exceeds expectations.
I see that many are moving. The whirlingness is a give-a-way. The bridge of transformation is rarely neat. There is so much that NEEDS to line up in order for one to land into a new paradigm of anything. Now, when it comes to a universal paradigm shift - then a majority of individuals need to be aligned in order for the 'landing' to manifest. But what happens to the ones who are still disconnected? The ones who are have not yet landed into the brand new way of being - weather it is a relationship, home, job or other - what happens to them?
Picture a family of five plus two cats and a dog. The move is positive for the father, nearer new job, promotion, all is well. The kids are are disenchanted-new school, miss old friends, texting overtime. The cat just needs sun to sleep in and the dog is happy with the smell of his ole' bedding. The mother is working overtime to accommodate the clan.
Not everyone has landed in the newness of the shift. The male consciousness can be content with the neat compartmentalization and not see the rest. The feminine is requiring a sense of less chaos and more cohesiveness from the clan. The 'members' are each in their own place of discontent or not. Another words, everyone is at a different place on the bridge of transformation - requiring communication, kindness and compassion. - And patience, faith and trust.
Our world has undergone a huge paradigm shift. Each person seeking like souls to interact with, to not feel by themselves as the ones who are holding on to
the old paradigm are being dragged. Picture if everyone in a family moved and one got left behind. Chaos, if trust is void to have faith they will find their way. Without faith one whirls. Not a pretty, intentional, dancing whirl of the poetic Dervish - but a frantic whirl which may look like this:
- too many phone calls to create one appointment.
- several texts regarding one appointment.
- late with commitments.
- disregard for others - not out of rudeness, simply from spiritual unawareness.
- OFF CENTER.
- computer,phones, etc. NOT doing what you positive you did.
- communication is at an all time state of misunderstanding.
- feels like a language barrier.
New Paradigm:
- old friends no longer aligned with. releasing prior relationships.
- craving new community.
- loving time by yourself.
- communication still troubled when communicating with someone still attached in the old paradigm.
Be faithfilled. Love as you have never loved before. It is now.
with much love, Deborah
I see that many are moving. The whirlingness is a give-a-way. The bridge of transformation is rarely neat. There is so much that NEEDS to line up in order for one to land into a new paradigm of anything. Now, when it comes to a universal paradigm shift - then a majority of individuals need to be aligned in order for the 'landing' to manifest. But what happens to the ones who are still disconnected? The ones who are have not yet landed into the brand new way of being - weather it is a relationship, home, job or other - what happens to them?
Picture a family of five plus two cats and a dog. The move is positive for the father, nearer new job, promotion, all is well. The kids are are disenchanted-new school, miss old friends, texting overtime. The cat just needs sun to sleep in and the dog is happy with the smell of his ole' bedding. The mother is working overtime to accommodate the clan.
Not everyone has landed in the newness of the shift. The male consciousness can be content with the neat compartmentalization and not see the rest. The feminine is requiring a sense of less chaos and more cohesiveness from the clan. The 'members' are each in their own place of discontent or not. Another words, everyone is at a different place on the bridge of transformation - requiring communication, kindness and compassion. - And patience, faith and trust.
Our world has undergone a huge paradigm shift. Each person seeking like souls to interact with, to not feel by themselves as the ones who are holding on to
the old paradigm are being dragged. Picture if everyone in a family moved and one got left behind. Chaos, if trust is void to have faith they will find their way. Without faith one whirls. Not a pretty, intentional, dancing whirl of the poetic Dervish - but a frantic whirl which may look like this:
- too many phone calls to create one appointment.
- several texts regarding one appointment.
- late with commitments.
- disregard for others - not out of rudeness, simply from spiritual unawareness.
- OFF CENTER.
- computer,phones, etc. NOT doing what you positive you did.
- communication is at an all time state of misunderstanding.
- feels like a language barrier.
New Paradigm:
- old friends no longer aligned with. releasing prior relationships.
- craving new community.
- loving time by yourself.
- communication still troubled when communicating with someone still attached in the old paradigm.
Be faithfilled. Love as you have never loved before. It is now.
with much love, Deborah
Thursday, May 13, 2010
..but its all happening so fast......
I am in the midst of packing up my life and my families lives. This is move number 19 for me. 19 new homes. 19 new places to sleep...not counting overnight summer camps, prep school and college. I could count the others as halves, right? They should count for something.
As I am now in my mid fifties I feel this move differently than others. As I spend time fawning over family photos I consider sending them to nieces and nephews - to 'younger' members of the family - in order to share rather than box and hide as well as to unload the carrying cases. But then I hesitate, and I stop. I see myself in my nineties taking the time to bring the boxes which house the pictures out - out of their hiding and open them ever so gently with my fragile and well worn fingers to explore my heritage. I can imagine the tenderness I will feel.
I also do not want to do my children's work - the work of having to go through all the stuff. The joy and grief of touching, laughing, remembering, crying; at the memories which are attached to all the stuff. Most of us have done it, most of us will do it - gaze upon our parents collections of memorabilia and think why did they keep this old thing? Or did they really WEAR that? Or yes, I remember that day.....
When my husband and I moved into his parents home to help care for his mother, we moved into what had been 'their' bedroom - but his father had been dead for a few years and none of it was yet cleaned out. I sat on the floor weeping, holding this mans things in my hands, rummaging through jewelry, tokens, a personal history. My husband heard me and traveled up the stairs to see what was wrong. Why? I asked. Why was I doing this? Why wasn't he or his siblings? He quickly and concisely convinced me they did not want to - they had plenty of time - I was doing them a favor - no one wanted to - it was fine - go ahead, do it. I felt like a thief.
I was a thief. A thief stealing a valuable, precious ritual of remembering, grieving and connecting - in transforming a relationship into a yet non defined status. Forgive me, I feel as if I stole moments from you - but my husband, the son of the man who created those moments, your brother, said go ahead; and I did. I wanted to call you, each of you and beg you to not miss this chance, this opportunity for more healing - but it was not to be so. Time had passed, you would have been there if you wanted; long before I was.
The day my mother died my step sister and I had a great time going through her jewelry. My mother was literally known for her jewels; ornate, over the top, suburb, expensive and junk. We laughed at the volume, we giggled at the array, she considered opening a second hand store with them - it would have filled at least two cases - and we fawned over each piece. I had my list of what went to whom and I honored it. And then it was time to choose. My step sister took quite a bit, my sisters niece loved vintage so we sent some her way. I took only a few. The three inch long fake emerald gaudy earrings that only my mother could wear and make them look real, fabulous, outstanding! I found a Native American turquoise piece she never wore, not her style, that was most profoundly mine. My dear step brother in law took it and polished it for me. I rarely take it off. It has now been to sit on altars in temples in India and back. Even though it does not remind me of her style, for she never wore it, it did come from her life. I took some old black beads I remembered her wearing often with suits in the 60's, when she gave teas and had bridge club gatherings. I have one of her wedding bands which I love. When I look down and see that diamond band on my finger my imagination immediately sees her veined long fingers holding a tumbler of scotch or a cigarette.
My father had died seven months prior to my mother. I spent weeks cleaning out their home, creating piles of siblings requests along with my mothers organizing system. For several years, every time one of us liked something, she would write our name on masking tape and place on the bottom of the admired piece, along with her signature; as if it was a legal contract. Bless her. She did not want the five of us; an assortment of half's, steps and full, to go through what she went through when my fathers relatives had passed. She attempted to create some order - and it did help. Fortunately, she left enough to be haggled over, so the ritual could be completely experienced.
At that time I chose to send each of the grandchildren a piece - something small, but a memory of their grandparents. You see their grandparents had lots of stuff, but chose to not have funerals - the honoring of that request did not go over very well. It can be difficult upholding another persons requests, but I would rather do that, than not. We each have the ability to find our own ways grieving, of honoring whatever the relationship.
What is most important is that we do it. We find the ways to grieve, morn, weep, laugh, tell stories, exchange, share, remember. And perhaps those memories will be carried with you into your nineties; as your frail hands open well hid boxes filled with days of the past - lighting up your senses to who you once were, where you had been and how got to where you are.
As I am now in my mid fifties I feel this move differently than others. As I spend time fawning over family photos I consider sending them to nieces and nephews - to 'younger' members of the family - in order to share rather than box and hide as well as to unload the carrying cases. But then I hesitate, and I stop. I see myself in my nineties taking the time to bring the boxes which house the pictures out - out of their hiding and open them ever so gently with my fragile and well worn fingers to explore my heritage. I can imagine the tenderness I will feel.
I also do not want to do my children's work - the work of having to go through all the stuff. The joy and grief of touching, laughing, remembering, crying; at the memories which are attached to all the stuff. Most of us have done it, most of us will do it - gaze upon our parents collections of memorabilia and think why did they keep this old thing? Or did they really WEAR that? Or yes, I remember that day.....
When my husband and I moved into his parents home to help care for his mother, we moved into what had been 'their' bedroom - but his father had been dead for a few years and none of it was yet cleaned out. I sat on the floor weeping, holding this mans things in my hands, rummaging through jewelry, tokens, a personal history. My husband heard me and traveled up the stairs to see what was wrong. Why? I asked. Why was I doing this? Why wasn't he or his siblings? He quickly and concisely convinced me they did not want to - they had plenty of time - I was doing them a favor - no one wanted to - it was fine - go ahead, do it. I felt like a thief.
I was a thief. A thief stealing a valuable, precious ritual of remembering, grieving and connecting - in transforming a relationship into a yet non defined status. Forgive me, I feel as if I stole moments from you - but my husband, the son of the man who created those moments, your brother, said go ahead; and I did. I wanted to call you, each of you and beg you to not miss this chance, this opportunity for more healing - but it was not to be so. Time had passed, you would have been there if you wanted; long before I was.
The day my mother died my step sister and I had a great time going through her jewelry. My mother was literally known for her jewels; ornate, over the top, suburb, expensive and junk. We laughed at the volume, we giggled at the array, she considered opening a second hand store with them - it would have filled at least two cases - and we fawned over each piece. I had my list of what went to whom and I honored it. And then it was time to choose. My step sister took quite a bit, my sisters niece loved vintage so we sent some her way. I took only a few. The three inch long fake emerald gaudy earrings that only my mother could wear and make them look real, fabulous, outstanding! I found a Native American turquoise piece she never wore, not her style, that was most profoundly mine. My dear step brother in law took it and polished it for me. I rarely take it off. It has now been to sit on altars in temples in India and back. Even though it does not remind me of her style, for she never wore it, it did come from her life. I took some old black beads I remembered her wearing often with suits in the 60's, when she gave teas and had bridge club gatherings. I have one of her wedding bands which I love. When I look down and see that diamond band on my finger my imagination immediately sees her veined long fingers holding a tumbler of scotch or a cigarette.
My father had died seven months prior to my mother. I spent weeks cleaning out their home, creating piles of siblings requests along with my mothers organizing system. For several years, every time one of us liked something, she would write our name on masking tape and place on the bottom of the admired piece, along with her signature; as if it was a legal contract. Bless her. She did not want the five of us; an assortment of half's, steps and full, to go through what she went through when my fathers relatives had passed. She attempted to create some order - and it did help. Fortunately, she left enough to be haggled over, so the ritual could be completely experienced.
At that time I chose to send each of the grandchildren a piece - something small, but a memory of their grandparents. You see their grandparents had lots of stuff, but chose to not have funerals - the honoring of that request did not go over very well. It can be difficult upholding another persons requests, but I would rather do that, than not. We each have the ability to find our own ways grieving, of honoring whatever the relationship.
What is most important is that we do it. We find the ways to grieve, morn, weep, laugh, tell stories, exchange, share, remember. And perhaps those memories will be carried with you into your nineties; as your frail hands open well hid boxes filled with days of the past - lighting up your senses to who you once were, where you had been and how got to where you are.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Showing Up
Paul Ferrini is one of my most beloved authors. In reading his words, my heart opens through the remembrance of what my heart and soul knows. I am also a huge Jesus fan, as I often state, and share with Paul Ferrini moments of meeting, being with, hearing and seeing answers which can only come from Him.
Showing Up is such a difficult thing to do. Who would have thought? I mean, before we stepped into the deep end of the pool, the spiritual path of seeking from the inside out rather than the outside in; showing up meant wearing acceptable clothing and keeping my elbows off the table - another words, keeping my Mother at bay. Now, now that thirty years ago I said yes to my heart and twenty years ago I said yes to the non-physical realms and how many ever years ago it was I said yes to Jesus - well, the definition of showing up now surpasses any way, shape or form
my limited mind imagined.
Beginning an intentional quest outside the parameters of our lives means seeking an inner voice, listening skills beyond our hearing sense and a faith so deep and wide we welcome moments of what others may claim is labeled insanity - and we are more than okay with that!
After several years of walking this path and being with others who have had years of an intentional life - I remain astounded at how our ego expresses itself in all its fears and insecurities. Show up and I will do the rest, is what Ferrini expresses for us, as it was expressed to him through Jesus. No planning, no notes, no dogma, no pretested ideas, no meetings, no well timed out, time tested, pre-determined schedules; just show up.
Come empty. Come empty and open hearted. Come. That's it. Show up here for me and I will do the rest. If you come empty, then I can come through and if I can come through than others will be healed. Come. Come to this place or that place or stay right where you are - but show up. Be the vehicle for me. Come without books, notes, ideas. Come. All you need is to empty yourself - remain open to Love. If you wish, stop looking for love and start giving love - show up and simply give love.
The simplest and the most difficult. The challenge of our lives - show up empty and I will fill you....and through me filling you the Christ essence shines and others are blessed.
We get so caught up in how, what do I DO (????????), what's the BEST way (???????), what should I say........how should I say it........what should I do........
First it was what to wear, then it becomes what to say, then how to express it........and it is all still from the ego.
Just show up. He will do the rest.
Can you do that?
Showing Up is such a difficult thing to do. Who would have thought? I mean, before we stepped into the deep end of the pool, the spiritual path of seeking from the inside out rather than the outside in; showing up meant wearing acceptable clothing and keeping my elbows off the table - another words, keeping my Mother at bay. Now, now that thirty years ago I said yes to my heart and twenty years ago I said yes to the non-physical realms and how many ever years ago it was I said yes to Jesus - well, the definition of showing up now surpasses any way, shape or form
my limited mind imagined.
Beginning an intentional quest outside the parameters of our lives means seeking an inner voice, listening skills beyond our hearing sense and a faith so deep and wide we welcome moments of what others may claim is labeled insanity - and we are more than okay with that!
After several years of walking this path and being with others who have had years of an intentional life - I remain astounded at how our ego expresses itself in all its fears and insecurities. Show up and I will do the rest, is what Ferrini expresses for us, as it was expressed to him through Jesus. No planning, no notes, no dogma, no pretested ideas, no meetings, no well timed out, time tested, pre-determined schedules; just show up.
Come empty. Come empty and open hearted. Come. That's it. Show up here for me and I will do the rest. If you come empty, then I can come through and if I can come through than others will be healed. Come. Come to this place or that place or stay right where you are - but show up. Be the vehicle for me. Come without books, notes, ideas. Come. All you need is to empty yourself - remain open to Love. If you wish, stop looking for love and start giving love - show up and simply give love.
The simplest and the most difficult. The challenge of our lives - show up empty and I will fill you....and through me filling you the Christ essence shines and others are blessed.
We get so caught up in how, what do I DO (????????), what's the BEST way (???????), what should I say........how should I say it........what should I do........
First it was what to wear, then it becomes what to say, then how to express it........and it is all still from the ego.
Just show up. He will do the rest.
Can you do that?
Monday, April 26, 2010
Time of Awakening
..it is now, a calling for Awakening. There have been others - those times of wildly rushing cosmic forces pouring through, about and pulling, creating, answering, carrying, bringing........and there will no doubt be others in what we call the future. BUT for right now, we are in the midst of a wild call of AWAKENING!
Souls who do not know why are saying yes to experiences, feelings, they never have before. There are many 'newbies' climbing on the train of Spirit through desperation, exhaustion and seeing their own fears. There are so many saying YES! Such an exciting time. Truly - it is incredible to see. Thrilling!
The image is a Light Vehicle - an incredible gathering and stairs...a stairway and beings are climbing aboard - with trepidation, but saying YES! Hearts opened. Saying yes to the nonphysical, to loving, to kindness, to Spirit.
For the healers, teachers and other who are opening their hearts to all these naive, sweet, hurt beings; take care. Listen to Cheryl Richardson and do self care in ways you never imagined! And also, remember that everyone will not choose to stay and that is okay. Everyone will not choose to do the work, to surrender and that is their path and it is their right & perfect way of being. Just be there for the ones who choose to - and simply love the ones who do not.
If you are in the mode of Holy Spirit running your life; you must trust implicitly the ways of Spirit which will look a bit off the mark to your calendar or mostly to your ego.
You may have worked on a new venture, so sure it was going to transition your life or livelihood; and it goes no where - BUT in the midst of this, something else takes place that is powerful and wonderful!
There appears to be one 'fact' painfully true from my eye site; that if one does not have faith in something greater than themselves, an outside force, Spirit, God, whatever their name you have for it is - they are literally leaving. Some are staying and leaving, but they are leaving because the pain of being here on this earth, in this life without Faith in God is far too much to bear(and it is) - and somewhere in them they know that. So, some choose to go home to God, to die from their human form and go into the Light. Some die internally and choose to stay; still trying, trying so hard to control it all. Some get ill and make the choice to die. Some create a way to leave their bodies and be with God. Some leave the human form out of fear, some out of love to assist from beyond the veils.
There are internal volcanoes happening in some souls. Internal grief, sadness, pain. Unable to rectify in the old way of controlling, they may be able to see a way to rectify in forgiving and surrender.
It is a time of eruption! Transformative, sensational, powerfilled.
The teaching of let go and let God never had it seen in such a tangible form in our lifetime.
I am thrilled with excitement at all the work and creations Spirit is in the midst of! Hang on - its not over yet.
April 26, 2010
Souls who do not know why are saying yes to experiences, feelings, they never have before. There are many 'newbies' climbing on the train of Spirit through desperation, exhaustion and seeing their own fears. There are so many saying YES! Such an exciting time. Truly - it is incredible to see. Thrilling!
The image is a Light Vehicle - an incredible gathering and stairs...a stairway and beings are climbing aboard - with trepidation, but saying YES! Hearts opened. Saying yes to the nonphysical, to loving, to kindness, to Spirit.
For the healers, teachers and other who are opening their hearts to all these naive, sweet, hurt beings; take care. Listen to Cheryl Richardson and do self care in ways you never imagined! And also, remember that everyone will not choose to stay and that is okay. Everyone will not choose to do the work, to surrender and that is their path and it is their right & perfect way of being. Just be there for the ones who choose to - and simply love the ones who do not.
If you are in the mode of Holy Spirit running your life; you must trust implicitly the ways of Spirit which will look a bit off the mark to your calendar or mostly to your ego.
You may have worked on a new venture, so sure it was going to transition your life or livelihood; and it goes no where - BUT in the midst of this, something else takes place that is powerful and wonderful!
There appears to be one 'fact' painfully true from my eye site; that if one does not have faith in something greater than themselves, an outside force, Spirit, God, whatever their name you have for it is - they are literally leaving. Some are staying and leaving, but they are leaving because the pain of being here on this earth, in this life without Faith in God is far too much to bear(and it is) - and somewhere in them they know that. So, some choose to go home to God, to die from their human form and go into the Light. Some die internally and choose to stay; still trying, trying so hard to control it all. Some get ill and make the choice to die. Some create a way to leave their bodies and be with God. Some leave the human form out of fear, some out of love to assist from beyond the veils.
There are internal volcanoes happening in some souls. Internal grief, sadness, pain. Unable to rectify in the old way of controlling, they may be able to see a way to rectify in forgiving and surrender.
It is a time of eruption! Transformative, sensational, powerfilled.
The teaching of let go and let God never had it seen in such a tangible form in our lifetime.
I am thrilled with excitement at all the work and creations Spirit is in the midst of! Hang on - its not over yet.
April 26, 2010
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