My inspiration for the day, gifted to me … to the world …
This woman is so beautiful and talented. Her message through song has blessed the world. My wish for humanity is that they will see …. Our Love Is Easy … it is only the outside forces, conditioning us through television broadcasting, and other forms of media promoting violence and infidelity … that has robbed us.
Let us claim what is ours, and cherish it as it deserves, and gift it to each other.
Just yesterday I mentioned to my co-worker how I would love to see Phantom of the Opera on stage before I die. I came home to work on plans for my vacation coming up and the main point of the vacation fell through. While upset, I continued looking and lo and behold Phantom of the Opera is on stage at the theater in the town I will be in at the time!! Someone is always listening and conspiring alignment on our behalf.
Heart, Brain, Body flow. Humans are always struggling to follow their own heart. Often they instead wind up taking the advice and direction from others. Being in touch, and in sync, with the unseen provides energetic support we would not receive otherwise … disconnect creates spiritually dead situations. Practicing the perception, building knowledge of the senses, is such an important step in creating harmony.
Finding love over and over again means you will also lose it. This is how the heart grows. Staying in relationship requires ALL of ones self, and the ALL of ones self must be accepted in this relationship, otherwise, if a portion of our self is left outside we are not whole and cannot properly grow.
Unless we cannot breathe, or are bleeding, there is no real urgency. Relax into the days situations and remember to practice your conscious breathing. If you do not open your heart, existence will crush you. If you don’t meet the world where you are, the world will crush you.
The heart is the seat of the soul, the essence of who we are. The power of the heart is the power of life itself, the power of the Divine Universe. Opening the heart may require release of the things given you … the car, the house, everything. Face fear.
The longest journey you’ll make in life is from the head to the heart. When actions contribute something vital to the world, then abundance flows.
Sit down, cry and suffer. You are allowed to. Learn not to deny your pain. Learn to ‘let beauty in’ while you are suffering. Learn to distinguish the clarity, the truth not covered by hate or jealousy or fear.
Is there really one god-man as Savior? Or is it the many who come together as One People, connected, working for the whole in benefit for all, who is the Savior of this world? Seek those who desire the harmony you wish to create.
If you do not know what to do, do nothing, breathe. Four to five second in-breath, don’t hold it, followed by a four to five second out-breath … even flow.
Everybody is a child but the child is hidden. We forget the child, we think the child has forgotten too, but NO. “Hello!” the child says, “I am here! Listen to me!” Being childish and self centered reduces our world. Being child-like returns us to wonder.
Synchronicity, as I mentioned at the beginning of this post, is not merely a coincidence, it is a miracle of Divine Connection, be open to it. This is not an accidental Universe. Pay attention to the in-between moments, breathe in inner-appreciation.
The heart is my Guru. Follow your aliveness not to become, but to be brought alive. Love is everywhere we choose to create it … we are the change that this world needs.
On the way to Salem to enjoy the World Beat Festival I stopped at the rest area. There was a woman there with a sign and a starving dog. Literally every bone in his body could be felt when I petted him although one couldn’t tell by looking, he was fluffy. I used the restroom and came back out gifting her a few dollars. I saw she had a little zip-lock of food for her dog, yet he wasn’t getting to eat it. She asked that I pray for her, that she was about to ‘lose it’. I only hope that this poor pooch doesn’t die in the process of her getting her life together.
I continued on down the road thinking of how much suffering there is in the world, for the people, for the animals. I prayed that one day, driving by a farm, I would see whole families of cattle and chickens and pigs and such, and that there would be an end to humans need of flesh eating. The cows were standing in the pasture but I knew their fate and it saddened me.
Looking at the clock on my dashboard I saw it had just turned 11:11. “New beginnings” … https://willowsoul.com/blogs/numbers/5-reasons-why-you-are-seeing-11-11-the-meaning-of-1111 … http://www.intuitivejournal.com/1111-a-conscious-spiritual-journey/.
Photo by Lee Pigott
Several more miles down the road I reached my destination. I was fortunate to find parking right away, being Sunday there was no fee. I only had to walk a couple blocks to the waterfront where the festival was gearing up.
Once inside the gate I went straight for the Kathmandu booth for a friend had mentioned the great deals they were giving. I bought a dress, a skirt, a wonderful silver ring with beautiful stone and … finally! … I got myself a Hemp hat!
I saw a booth selling cheesy nachos. It had been quite awhile, so I figured, “What the heck!” And bought a little plate of them. As I walked along, munching away, I heard drums … BIG drums. I stopped to listen. It was a group of people playing those huge Japanese drums! Their arms were flying … boom, boom, boom! Similar to this but fewer drummers, and of course, outside. Beautiful!
I turned and walked some more, stopping at another booth for a Huckleberry ice cream cone. So delicious!
I came upon people from India doing a prayer/dance. Their clothing was so colorful! There was a young girl and boy performing what looked to be a courtship dance, then the whole family came on floor and they danced in circle, what appeared to be celebration! (This caused me to sit and watch Indian wedding ‘first dances’ for some time this evening).
Next I came to folks who said the drumming they did was of African nature. There was a square with an empty space in the middle for the dancers. People from the crowd were invited to sit at a drum and partake in the lesson and drum with them. I took a video, then it was my turn to play. Oh what fun!
I walked along, thinking I would start the long drive home but then came to our very own First Nations people as they were holding a drumming and singing competition. Each one of them sang songs of love in their own language and then in translation for those of us who could not understand. I listened to them, moved near to tears as I thought of these gentle people and what history had given them, what was stolen from them. I smiled as I listened … through everything they still have so much love in their hearts.
The Peruvians came in, dressed to the nines. Their head dresses were incredible!!! Their garb absolutely stunning. They danced in circle, taking turns passing the implement which appeared to have the same meaning as a talking stick, only this item was given to the one leading the dance. I sat there swaying in my chair, moved so deeply by their traditional dance and song.
I thought, These are our people. ALL of them I had seen today … we are all related. Sure, we come from different areas of the world, but our heart beats the same tempo. My hope is that when they see me they think I am their people too. I let these thoughts really sink in and solidify in my mind. To see them dancing, drumming, smiling and sharing made it so personal.
These, and those who embrace the differences “we share” ~ for we are all of the same substance ~ are the ones who will birth a new world … one which all people dance to the World Beat … no one less than any another.
I walked toward my vehicle and as I crossed the street a gal I know was heading to the festival. We said hello to each other, giving a high five and a smile, and then continued on.
I drove home with a grin on my face. The absolute beauty of the various cultures was stunning! To see them all gathered in one place a mind boggling blessing! About half way home I looked at the dashboard once again, still smiling, to see the clock now read 4:44 … the “Angels are near” … https://www.ask-angels.com/spiritual-guidance/angel-number-444/ … https://readingswithmatt.com/numerology-444-spiritual-angel-meanings/.
I appreciate so much what those people participating in the festival have contributed to the world this day. I am grateful they are so resilient, keeping alive those practices and ancient knowledge of their regions. I hope some day all of it, all of us, will form a new whole … a whole which honors and respects each other and the culture brought and taught, grateful for each and every contribution made by every one … melding into a new way of being for all to share, made up of all cherished ways.
All will be well … even if it isn’t understood just yet.
This world is a breeding ground for fear. Upon entering this life there is a pure innocence and joy, often stripped away before words are even spoken, or soon thereafter.
Fear lives so deeply within the body/spirit system, sometimes it isn’t even known. Through life a tough exterior is grown, a stiff upper lip, a stubborn thrust of the chin, a bad attitude … whatever it takes to defend the self from the continuous lash of what hurts.
Photo by Nick Herasimenka
A false joy is developed, many become experts at pretending happiness, they stuff the pain until it cannot be recognized, but it is still there … wrapped in fear. Heck, there are even times when one truly believes they are happy! Then something happens and they begin to question that reality … at least I have.
There are those who coach people to walk into the fear, face it head on … even I have said it, and I believe it! Yet still, knowing this and actually doing it are two different things. Sometimes when we think we are walking into it, we hold back ~ not even knowing we reserved the right to maintain the embedded habit of fear, to hold that wall of protection up just in case.
Yes, this world breeds fear, and also provides what is needed to overcome it … strength is developed, endurance, a stubborn will that calls for us to survive even when we would rather quit.
How does one shed the fear? How does one actually reach so deep inside the core of the being, grab hold of that fear, pinch it, and pluck it right from the body and the mind? There are many theories written and taught by those who say they have no fear … but do they? Neither here nor there, each individual must find a way to their center and have a willingness to honestly evaluate what they find there. It cannot be done for us ~ it can only be done by us, for us.
The question is then, how badly do we wish for peace? At what lengths are we willing to go to create it?
Photo by Susmita Saha
The Sacred Wisdom Keepers know of this better than many. If we long for the truth, if we truly wish to see a better world, this is a good place to search, beginning of course by looking into our own being. There must be a desire to open the mind in order to receive knowledge, and there ought to be a respect for the sharing one receives from an Elder.
Life is short, even when one lives to be what we now consider old. There isn’t time to waste on stubbornness and pretending, not if we long to see a world full of truth, peace, joy, and love.
Gently easing into the morning my mind enters awareness. As I move from sleep into wakefulness a song comes to mind … this song … and I am grateful to start the day like this.
Love will keep us together …
What does this mean? I have had relationships that became something other than I originally thought they were. There is another form of relationship … an unseen, and not really in sync thing, it involves many others … yet in reality this is the truest connection there has been.
It isn’t easy to like someone ALL the time. When these occasions arise it is perfect opportunity to turn the situation and ask of self if these annoying things reside in … you … in me … in whoever is seeing unpleasantness, or rudeness, or perceived idiocy. If honest, it will be seen in the personal life, for these things are a human condition, and beyond.
And beyond … I’ve been pondering this lately and wonder if the mental state of humanity is indeed manipulated by an unseen force. It is clear there are operations within the system which have been working to control the minds of people for decades.
These games are not honorable, cool, nice, or acceptable. And yet still, I believe that, yes … Love will keep us together.
The past will always attempt to lure us back into it. Memories take us there where old habits remain, continuously we must choose to stay in change, rising above them. Even those memories which included love … for if we hold tight to them, the door shuts to future possibilities.
True care and compassion must be nurtured, just as the little one in need. It is our responsibility to heal the inner child, and then we will be better equipped to reach into the world and offer assistance elsewhere.
A mother who has been damaged beyond repair clings to life as her young one clings to her neck. We must be willing to step in and provide relief. One day it may be us that requires relief and if we do not give, we will not be able to receive.
It all takes effort, and choice. Being vulnerable is quite courageous, all the while embracing others who share their vulnerabilities. In so doing, true strength arises, which otherwise would never be,