We were able to go up and see a Samoan fire crew, they were just ending their 10 hour day.
You could hear them coming through the forest because they were singing the whole time!
Then they performed 2 songs for us!
It was just amazing!
The crew boss said they work like that all day!
And those yellow shirts were literally soaking wet from sweat working up on that mountain! Did not keep them from entertaining and sharing their culture with us!
Kurt Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope:
“Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope.
I meet a lot of people. And see some great looking babies. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And I’ll ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is – we’re here on Earth to fart around.
And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And it’s like we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.”
Let’s all get up and move around a bit right now… or at least dance.
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.
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
This world tries to tell us who we are from the beginning of our lives.
Fat, skinny, dim witted, intelligent, mentally challenged, pretty, ugly, selfish, generous, and any number of other things.
Before we become adults our psyche can be corrupted by the many opinions of our peers. We attempt to live up to their expectations.
Doctors may label us as ‘something’ in order to have an excuse to prescribe various medications which alter our chemistry in order to ‘help’ us. Once they do this, family, friends, society as a whole does its thing and tries to validate this ‘diagnosis’. Usually all done out of ignorance, or a requirement to prescribe meds, or a failed understanding of our experience of the Spiritual Realms, which we may have become connected to.
Triggers born of such experiences and judgments can be difficult to shed as we begin to stand more firmly in our OWN perceptions and ideas of Self. It can take a lot for us to finally say, No More … you are not allowed to define me any longer.
Yet the trigger is sometimes flipped by our connections, even unintentionally, due to the wounds we carry.
This is a good thing, for it allows us the opportunity to see it, to evaluate it, to sit with it and trace it to its source, to see how it has affected our lives and our decisions about self and relationships.
This is when healing can occur if we are willing to look at it deeply, acknowledge it so that it can be released, rather than suppressed. In suppression it will ALWAYS have opportunity to rear its head.
Acknowledgement and release is the only way to freedom from the stigma that began with others placing their own perceptions of our value on us, which we often take on as our own.
Becoming a healer is a difficult process, and always begins with our willingness to heal Self first. Becoming a healer cannot BE any other way, for books cannot teach it … it must be experienced for Self in order to BE IT, and to be of assistance for others.
Bless the courageous and their Stubborn Will which demands to become that which they have always needed, a nurturer. And somewhere along the line, transforming that Stubborn Will into a Skillful Will that is of benefit not only to Self, but to the World.
I love you so much.
Your Brilliance, your Endurance, and your Love for Life is tremendous and oh so beautiful.
I am one of the most Blessed Women, simply for knowing you. And for finally, coming into the true knowledge of what it means to be whole. I am so happy that this Life is a continuous opportunity for development and advancement in the Spiritual things …. in the Heart, Mind, Body and Emotional states which need focus to become Balance.
As chaos flies all about the world, let us reel in our energies, harness it, and apply it to that world we wish to co-create together … a world of beauty, acceptance, care, compassion and Love … in all of its forms.
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