One of the best remedies for overcoming the sadness that you feel concerning where the planet and humanity is at, is by doing your part in bringing kindness, compassion and care in any way you can.
You may think you’re too insignificant to make a difference however every kind gesture of service that you offer can be of huge benefit to another.
Be a kindness seed planter.
Blessings ~
Once, I ran from fear
so fear controlled me.
Until I learned to hold fear like a newborn.
Listen to it, but not give in.
Honour it, but not worship it.
Fear could not stop me anymore.
I walked with courage into the storm.
I still have fear,
but it does not have me.
Once, I was ashamed of who I was.
I invited shame into my heart.
I let it burn.
It told me, “I am only trying
to protect your vulnerability”.
I thanked shame dearly,
and stepped into life anyway,
unashamed, with shame as a lover.
Once, I had great sadness
buried deep inside.
I invited it to come out and play.
I wept oceans. My tear ducts ran dry.
And I found joy right there.
Right at the core of my sorrow.
It was heartbreak that taught me how to love.
Once, I had anxiety.
A mind that wouldn’t stop.
Thoughts that wouldn’t be silent.
So I stopped trying to silence them.
And I dropped out of the mind,
and into the Earth.
Into the mud.
Where I was held strong
like a tree, unshakeable, safe.
Once, anger burned in the depths.
I called anger into the light of myself.
I felt its shocking power.
I let my heart pound and my blood boil.
Listened to it, finally.
And it screamed, “Respect yourself fiercely now!”.
“Speak your truth with passion!”.
“Say no when you mean no!”.
“Walk your path with courage!”.
“Let no one speak for you!”
Anger became an honest friend.
A truthful guide.
A beautiful wild child.
Once, loneliness cut deep.
I tried to distract and numb myself.
Ran to people and places and things.
Even pretended I was “happy”.
But soon I could not run anymore.
And I tumbled into the heart of loneliness.
And I died and was reborn
into an exquisite solitude and stillness.
That connected me to all things.
So I was not lonely, but alone with All Life.
My heart One with all other hearts.
Once, I ran from difficult feelings.
Now, they are my advisors, confidants, friends,
and they all have a home in me,
and they all belong and have dignity.
I am sensitive, soft, fragile,
my arms wrapped around all my inner children.
And in my sensitivity, power.
In my fragility, an unshakeable Presence.
In the depths of my wounds,
in what I had named “darkness”,
I found a blazing Light
that guides me now in battle.
I became a warrior
when I turned towards myself.
And started listening.
~ Jeff Foster with Leslie Miller
Ultraviolet Irradiation of Blood … I’ll say it, this could cure Coronavirus, among so many more viral dis-eases.
A controlled clinical trial of ultraviolet blood irradiation (UVBI) for hepatitis C infection
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Ultraviolet Blood Irradiation (UBI)
A safe and natural therapy using light as a natural antibiotic
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Among other methods of healing treatments …
“Don’t be afraid to cry. It will free your mind of sorrowful thoughts.”
~ Don Talayesva, HOPI
Human beings function from choice. We can choose to stuff things, or we can choose to let go of things. If we choose to stuff things, then we will feel a heaviness, or sorrow, self pity or fear. Sometimes we feel the need to cry. Sometimes we are taught it is not okay to cry. The creator designed the human being to cry. Crying is a release. This release allows us to let go of thoughts that are not helping us so we can open to new thoughts that will help. Crying is natural for women and men.
Grandfather, if I need to cry, let me realize it’s a natural process and help me to let go.
Copied with the permission of Don L. Coyhis, from the book Meditations with Native American Elders: The Four Seasons
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If you’re like me, you were trained to be apologetic, to feel small, and to say and do things to keep you feeling that way.
It took a few decades before I put my foot down to this behavior. I will no longer apologize for who I am … yet I will always look for ways to be grateful for, and to, the people in my life who help me on the way.
It is difficult to change (never break) habitual patterns that were taught to us as children and young adults. These are our most formative years, and one reason why the memories of youth stay with us so long … even for those who suffer dementia.
Yet changing habitual patterns is necessary if we wish to change our reality.
As Dr Joe Dispenza states, “Your personal reality is formed by your personality.”
It is important to do things differently if we wish to experience a shift in our personal reality.
Skip the coffee in the morning, have juice instead. Drive a different route to work. Pack a lunch rather than going out. Sit under a tree and eat it, or go to the car and listen to soft music while you eat. After work, go to a hot-springs for a soak rather than going home to sit in front of the television … read a book, or color, or zentangle … get your creative skills going. Change the time you eat, the foods you choose, fast for awhile. If you take sleeping pills, skip them a few days, as much as you can stand … let the mind wander and ‘put up with’ a few sleepless nights … much can be accomplished should we allow our hidden consciousness loose for a time. Much will be revealed … scary things we can then ponder on and work out, lovely things we can grow in mind …
These are only a few ideas, of which I put into practice on a regular basis, not all at once of course, but I choose at least one thing in the day to do differently.
Being predictable can lead to many problems when it comes to our relationships with others, and even more detrimental, with our selves.
If you are having a bad day, consciously make it a point to start creating a list of things you are grateful for … any and all things that come to mind. It will shift your perspective fairly quickly, seriously. It will make it easier to process through whatever got you in a funk in the first place and rather than dwell there, you will be able to move on, into the next idea, thought form, or practice. And don’t just visit the list next time you’re in a funk, create a new list … because this list changes over time.
Mostly, stop apologizing for being you, stop making yourself small, giving away your power to stand tall and strong …
I’m not saying to become agressive, or overpowering … becoming that which has held you down for so long …. I’m suggesting a rising …. to heights originally intended for you … for we.
It is not a chosen few who get to occupy these spaces of strength and personal authority. It is you, it is me, it is we.
“Cure yourself with the light of the sun and the rays of the moon. With the sound of the river and the waterfall. With the swaying of the sea and the fluttering of birds.
Heal yourself with mint, with neem and eucalyptus.
Sweeten yourself with lavender, rosemary, and chamomile.
Hug yourself with the cocoa bean and a touch of cinnamon.
Put love in tea instead of sugar, and take it looking at the stars.
Heal yourself with the kisses that the wind gives you and the hugs of the rain.
Get strong with bare feet on the ground and with everything that is born from it.
Get smarter every day by listening to your intuition, looking at the world with the eye of your forehead.
Jump, dance, sing, so that you live happier.
Heal yourself, with beautiful love, and always remember…you are the medicine.”
Advice from Maria Sabina, Mexican curandera (medicine woman) and poet.
Last night I dreamed of catching worms. All of the ones I caught were too tiny and had to be put back. There was ONE king size worm that was in its very own case-holder, the King Worm, the example of what was keepable.
(Much like the fishermen have guidelines as to the size of fish they can keep, and those that they must throw back for further development).
There was a time I was told (in the astral) that humans are a commodity … this ties in with the worms … stay with me.
Each human either consumes and releases that which is of benefit, or they consume and release that which is detrimental. Sometimes, their thinking is so small, no matter what they consume will not provide enough benefit to the atmosphere, not unless there are hundreds, and thousands of them, and usually the detriment mounts to a degree that is simply not sustainable.
Some try. They really do … even I … To digest that which is harmful, and turn it into something that is beneficial, the energies we create, that we absorb and transmute … if we are studious and determined enough to do so, or even try.
The energy of this world is foul … and unfortunately, it is becoming more and more foul and people feed and spew garbage (foul intent) into the whole.
The purifiers really have their work cut out for them these days, how can anyone possibly keep up?
Even one very large personality, exquisite in their transmuting ability, cannot keep up with thousands of smaller putrifiers.
Hence, it is time to clean house and the smaller minds, those who willfully refuse to be part of the solution, the clean up, must be put back. To dwell in the refuse that is impossible to cleanse by their efforts alone. They will need to feed on it until they themselves become large enough to cleanse their own energies, or be consumed by them.
This is the actual separation taking place.
Those who work diligently to transform negativity, in their own hearts and minds, households and communities … and those who work to tear it all down, without care for the whole.
Earthworms are natural composters.
Earthworms aerate and loosen the soil by digging tunnels up to 7 feet deep, bringing mineral-rich subsoil to the surface with numerous smaller organisms that contribute to the health of the soil.
Earthworms ingest soil and digest the organic matter as they tunnel, producing castings. The castings increase the nutrient level and organic level of the soil.
Are you a beneficial worm? That which transitions the negative into the positive, or are you simply creating shit enough for the whole without cleaning up after yourself?
Choice … we all have it.
THE WOMEN WILL LEAD THE HEALING ~
“The elders say the women will lead the healing among the nations.
We need to especially pray for our women and ask the Creator to bless them and give them strength. Inside them are powers of Love, and strength given by Moon (Meztli) and Earth.
When everyone else gives up, it is women who sing songs of strength, she is the backbone of the people.
So, to our women we say… Sing your songs of strength… pray for your special powers…keep our people strong… be respectful… gentle and modest.
Great one ~ Bless our women ~ Make them strong today”
-Dennis Banks Documentary
Author Unknown
Birthdays are celebrated on week days … or, weak days.
Think about it.
Every year on the birth date, people feel older, more mature, aged.
At first they are eager to count the years going by. Then a ‘time’ arrives when they dread counting them … they may even stop, and insist others stop counting for them, also.
The mind slows, eventually. The body weakens. The muscles deteriorate.
Could it be a mass hypnosis, these birthdays, celebrated on week (weak) days?
Growing older a hypnotic illusion, which we participate in making truth?
Eating and drinking toxins throughout life, calling it diet.
Subconscious, or unconscious as it may seem, it also appears to be a reality.
I did not think anyone would help me, that I had to surrender to ‘fate’ … and then the pressure lifted.
Misunderstandings happen often, and it is the quick reaction that can end a good thing, by causing unneeded hurt feelings to arise in another.
I am not perfect, definitely not, by far.
However I know when I’ve let my emotions lead into reactionary responses, rather than sitting with what has affected me for awhile, and simply respond, or not.
Sometimes, saying noting is the best practice.
So while I will practice this … I must say … thank you, for being here.
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