Victims

Victims

Another voice is silenced in the night as weapons of destruction echo in the distance. Every minute of every day another voice is hushed and a light is snuffed out. There is always a natural order of birth and death and then at other times the balance is tipped and expedited by the impatience and ignorance of others.  

My heart goes out to the victims of these atrocities, the latest one in the UK. Musical joy is compounded by the drumming of exploding bombs and the cacophony of terror as yet another night was chalked up to a nightmare and horror for all concerned. I am equally heart felt to the families of the victims as they are the unfortunate byproduct of an unbalanced equation as they hold the denseness of the loss in their days to come. Much as we despise the perpetrators of hate crimes, there is still an important role for them to play as they first must violate all sense of humanity within, as they rip their once beautiful spirits into shreds when they usher into their criminal act. This heinous act springs forth from the very separation of themselves from a conscious collective. Their hatred for themselves  is so intense that it is a hatred for others that is then manifest. There lies yet another victim. The perpetrator is not to be hated, or pitied, yet sympathized. 

How can you say such a thing? Surely the criminal is to be hung by their boot straps for the hurt they have caused. Sympathy and compassion is not to be mistaken for leniency or pardon, but in fact it strives to serve justice in accordance with law more swiftly. Fires are not fought with fires, yet with water. Flow. Fires are extinguished never to return when overpowered with flowing water. So too is the case made for overpowering pure hate with pure love. For any who doubt this, it is because the judgement is coming from self hate and the mindsets and not from  unconditional love. When your vibrational frequency is at its highest, then there is no separation from you, me, and universal source. 

As we begin our shifts to a deeper understanding of ourselves and letting go of the idea of separateness we dissolve our prejudices, hate, anger, biases and clearly feel and see a better world. A world within that is then created on the outside. Naive? Hardly. It is our place, nay,  it is our divine responsibility to awaken each other to their true form, true purpose, once we awaken ourselves.  Impossible to retrain haters. Impossible to change someone's point of view. Impossible to stamp out the evil doers. I have been surrounded by these post-its of reminders. 

Answers are simple. Haters can be retrained. I don't have to change anyone's viewpoint, I change my own. Evil doers are stamped out as they are shown a better future, and the seeds of compassion sown so long ago in everyone's heart as a child is tended to grow into trees of love. How do you change the world? I have been plagued by this machevalient  question. Yet the answer remains again so simple. I change myself, and others will change. The key in all this is to transform each other and the world BEFORE the crime can be manifest. 

Love is infectious. That's a disease worth catching. 

#hashtags

#hashtags

We live in a world of a new language. The language of hashtags. Most of us are old enough to remember a world that existed before the advent of this form of communication.  Brief, abrupt and to the point. Punctuated by " # " and it immediately turns on our brain to communicate in this manner. Emotions, ideas, concepts, names are all linked without any flavor to the conversation. 

Imagine  I ask you " how are you doing?" 

Response: 

 #bored

 #happyascanbe (happy as can be)  

#havenotsleptindays  (have not slept in days) 

Versus by verbal or other written communication :

 I am feeling bored or frustrated because.....

I am happy as can be because....

I have not slept in days because...

When we take the time to connect we can converse either verbally or in written language. The former being more "flavored" and energetic in transmission and so a dialogue is conducted between two or more people. When we use abrupt #....  we are shortchanging much of our communication abilities to eventually minimize or even minimalize the subject matter that may have been so needed to be transmitted. 

Now take this one step further. When we infuse the language of love into a conversation, the flavor is changed exponentially. Verbally or written communication expands and time becomes more expansive during the conversation. The details are unfolded, and time is taken to explore. When we choose to transmit from our heart space and then voluntarily activate that heart center, our whole vocabulary of words surrounds our bodies to encompass arm motion, eye glances, mouth expressions. #alllostinhashtags (all lost in hash tags!!)

Technology may have sped up our ability to access, and communicate globally, and with the creation of "tech slangs" and tech logos made things easier, yet the quality of the communication leaves much to be learned and improved upon.

#lifebeginsintheheartandnotafterahashtag

life begins in the heart and not after a hashtag. 

Spend more time wording your thoughts out, as that time is needed to infuse your important message into words from a space of a quieted mind and heart, even if it is a few more seconds. In conversation that could be a few minutes to hours but that means a lot more can be said, expressed, learned and communicated.

#iloveyou

i love you

My tribe

My tribe

This has been an interesting word for me for the last few years. I suspect for you too. Social media, and fast paced culture has created this segregated focus of populous wherein the members adhere to their fellow cohorts and name themselves as part and parcel of a "tribe". Artistic, social, professional or personal are many subset categories of what eventually forms a collection of like minded, or like spirited individuals who come together for a certain goal. Let's not forget that the concept orginated centuries and perhaps eons ago when humanity created similar pockets of other humans to survive. This was a sacred part of our history as we evolved. 

Since then till  now  it has  become more of  a fashion statement to belong to a tribe and use the influence of a few to alienate the many. We have gone from a deep bond of primal  connection to a superficial bond of social affluence. The stigmata of the new tribes are code words, tight circles, and exclusion of all that may not fit it. I bring this issue of tribal survival at a very critical time of our human existence. This is  a time of great shift both energetic and spiritual. The older ideas and definitions of "a tribe" are being dissolved and a new era of a tribe of One comes into existence. This is a tribe of unity and celebration of a collective consciousness. This is a time for individual tribes to come together, not remain apart. It is not in the separation that the tribes will survive but in the joining of hands. 

As part of our collective consciousness we are more in sync with each other's consciousness and in fact are not as alone as we may have believed with our limited mindsets. It is in this belief of separation that we keep our individuality locked within the tribe, and then the tribe  locked within itself instead of seeking out help and connection with other tribes. 

Let me assure you that the cosmos is infinitely vast and is infinitely older than we think and the tribe that we seek membership in is present. This tribe is our collective consciousness of humanity and that of  our planet. We do not need to apply to this tribe, for we already are part of it. We do not need to perform any special rites to be included as we have already been accepted into it. We do  not need to sacrifice anything to join except let go of our scared timelines that hold us back. The hierarchy of our spirits and from whence we came is known and is becoming more acknowledged by those who remain awake. Yet the tribe is still ever present, ever all inclusive and ready to support you and me. The only ticket needed to join is the acceptance of the love within your heart and that of others. 

Your tribe is connected to  your vibrational frequency and you to it. Raise your frequency to a higher tone. The tone of unconditional love. Your eon long wait to belong and to survive has arrived. The tribe and the collective consciousness awaits your uniqueness to enhance its  magnificence. The essence of humanity is the tribe of One. The future awaits the marvels that this immensely powerful group can do. No buzz words, no pass codes, no secret handshakes and no enormous fees to join. Just the transparency of the heart, and the willingness of the present moment to unfold in your own heart and that of others is the key to realizing your and my membership.

Your tribe is my vibe. The vibe of love.

Can a peace ever be attained?

Can Peace ever be attained? 

The continuous noise of the day hurts my senses. The overload of the processing of my experiences haunts my nights. Day becomes night, and night becomes day. Is there an end to an out of control wheel that spins from moment to moment? Where is the brake pedal that I so long to engage and halt this madness?

It is in the sacred knowing of what lies deep within our cells, albeit deeper still into our very DNA that may answer these seemingly unanswerable doubts. It lies in the utter compassion for ourselves. It is the unconditional love for our Self and that of others that jumpstarts the activations that we need to run forward. Not drudge as if struggling in a pool of quicksand but literally resurrect our own bodies inside out.  It is in the summoning of this power within our bones that we rise to occasions far higher than our wildest dreams and succeed. 

Love and compassion ignite the very flames from what may have been used up match sticks of our fried circuits of our minds. Peace. That is the end result of what is sought by this endeavor. The slowing down or even stopping the endless saga of the chaotic confusion of our minds. It is in this understanding that we manifest our realities of choice and not the reality that we think is handed to us. 

It is with the  alchemy of this love that I surrender myself to the prospect of peace. A prospect that I have dug for during eons, on the deserts of birth, death, disease and war. The invitation has always been of peace. My mind never believed it and discarded it as an unattainable hope. My heart has grasped this invitation and refuses to let go, not with the idea of peace being an eventual reality, yet moreover a reality that is already manifest in the here and now. Peace returns from within the bones, catalyzed with compassion from my cells, and ignited yet again from my very DNA  with love.

Accepting the orphans

Accepting the orphans.

Knock, knock, knock. 

Here they come again. The orphans of my mind. Fear, anger, jealousy, frustrations, and so many others I cannot remember all their names as over the years I have forgotten them . Yet they have not forgotten me. Regardless of circumstances they come. The invitation is acceptance. I chose to ignore their existence or even presence as I rush to tackle stimuli upon stimuli and walk about my day, week, months and years. A decade or two may go by, yet these abandoned parts of me return if anything only to be acknowledged. Ignoring them only fuels their deeper hold upon me. 

I am well apt at rearranging the furniture of my reality yet facing these scared parcels of my minds seems overwhelming. They have had too many far reaching influences in my life. Shaping ideas, and turning me away from now missed opportunities. Leading me down paths that I would have probably not taken as they were too hard. The simple acknowledgment of their space is all they ever desired. Long enough for my attention they have sought to then await their chance to dissolve away into the ether of the known. 

With affection I gesture towards each one separately and hear their tantrums. Their pleas for  love are what I find. Each one is embraced with the love that they seek. Satiety fulfilled, they are powerless having become drunk from the cup of love. With nothing to offer, and riddled with their cravings of attention,they are orphaned no more. They have been assimulated into the oneness of me. They cry no longer to be heard as their integration into my love is complete. Recognition of their separateness from me has hastened their return home once again, yet now they stay in harmony and not in agony. 

I am tortured no more by these orphans of mind, for they are now children of soul and I am the parent of my heart. 

 

A struggle

A struggle

Life can be a struggle. For you. For me. For us.The constant tug and pull of my actions and that of others wears me down. A fatigued mind can take only so much. The body is forced to limits that it may not be able to handle. The heart is shattered from the incessant grind. Why do I struggle? Because it makes me grow. It is an important and vital natural programming that requires our attention to enable our evolution as sentient beings. We instinctively survive yet we do not thrive. The continuous stress may give us no reprieve to recover.

It is in this fiery struggle that a quiet knowing emerges. A sacred contract created long ago between ourselves and our hearts as a reminder that in tougher times we maintain true to our higher knowing that we will pull through despite any adversity that we experience. It is the process of the  transformation that overwhelms us in all our dimensions. Compressed, torn apart, reshaped, reformed, the mighty struggle creates us a new. 

In this struggle I am  surprisingly  rewarded. I regain a voice to be heard. I emerge more complete than I once was. That which I fear the most must be absolved and felt. To each person the fear is different and yet manifests the same. The struggle lies within the pause in which I can either hide or shine. It is this spiritual sandbox  where our true nature and purpose begins to be unearthed and from the depth of our humanity a flower of our inner knowing and destiny begins to blossom. What is feared most in this pause is what I desire the most to become and so the struggle continues. How long I live within my comfort zone, and miss everything that I so desired has been painfully apparent. 

Sometimes the struggle may feel like looking outside the sealed window and seeing everything that I want right outside, yet unable to touch it. I may feel the banging and screaming against the window glass as the very hurt of my heart, longing to be heard and be free. Yet once accepting the barrier of the window, embracing the knowledge of self identity and the fears that held me back, the struggle subsides. And through this unfolding a door opens to the outside and goals and dreams are then clearly in plain view, reachable and manifest.

Your struggle is yours. Feel it, embrace it, own it. Only then you have the power to let it go on your terms and no one elses. 

The unknown

The Unknown

Stomach churns, heart beat quickens, sweat crawls upon my forehead. The sickness of the ache of not knowing the next moment is painfully abundant in all of us. The fear and the anticipation is nail biting. The unsettling feeling of "not being in complete control" is a common place with most of us. The unsureness of the future strikes as emotional pain.

The raw tenderness within our hearts and the feelings and the emotions are the alchemical building blocks that will be used to sail through the waters of confusion and self doubt. The tipping point is the basis for change. That complete desire to want to undergo metamorphosis and yet with no real direction is the unknown. It is in embracing this "not knowing" with a leap you will find the footing to change your path. 

A caterpillar must completely digest itself and within the soup a new being is created. More beautiful than ever with delicate mesmerizing wings and with the ability to fly   the once caterpillar that is no more had to take the leap of faith that its consciousness will survive into its next form as it evolves. It too had no real knowing of the outcome yet it created a plan of self annihilation and self evolution and the  trust in nature.

It is in the intricate trust of the universal mind of intention that the future is brought into the now and the  past is skirted into a distant memory. It is in the utter demolition of the ego and mental psyche of control that the surrender of the heart is lifted with ease and grace. It is this very unknown that propels us forward and upward to a future far greater than the present. 

It is in the self digestion of my egoic mind that I find my disassembled heart begin its rebirth into a coherent manifestation of sublime reality. The present pain fades into a past distant memory, and the future is welcomed into the now with unconditional love and embrace, as the unknown transforms into the known. 

The unknown? who knows..