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Strength In Compassion

Published April 3, 2018 by tindertender

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.

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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,

Thought Implants

Published March 23, 2018 by tindertender

It was suggested to me that life, we as individuals compared to the entirety of the universe and beyond, were insignificant.

Filling the Universe

When I view the stars and think of the Universe, and possible Multi-verse, I have another thought in mind. I believe that ALL forms of life are significant, massively important to the whole of it.

When someone tries to limit this value, I reject the idea. I hope others do as well. Allowing someone to hinder the vastness that life is, to label it as trivial, is in my mind unacceptable.

The personal level of importance is huge, and when humanity combines this valuable knowing … well … it fills all worlds, seen & unseen. Choice is ours as to what we fill it with ~ joy and love ~ or something else.

The Day That Everything Changed

Published March 22, 2018 by tindertender

Wilderness River

The sun was shining. Leaning back in my lounge chair I watched the river flow, the sun glistened off the rippling current, the sound lulled my mind. It was quite warm, and amazingly there were no thoughts, I was wide open and at peace.

Connection happened just then with those I had not been aware of. I felt like a girl who had just been bestowed with attention, special somehow. I looked around me yet could not physically see the source.

That was summer of 2002. I spent over a decade trying to convince myself of what others opinions were of it, that something must be wrong with me. I drove myself batty trying to come back into the person I was, but chaos ensued … going back was / is … not possible.

For many years after 2002 there was a struggle going on, one which crushed my life. It seemed as though I was not the same person, there was no peace, only constant tug of war in mind. One thing I’ve discovered through it all is there is within me a will of iron. I survived.

Sacred Community

I met a wonderful group where I lived for 10 years after this experience. They helped me open up and to see the possibility and wonder of sacred connection. Chaos began to quiet and I sought to understand, with support from others who had a different point of view than the so called professionals I had been listening to.

I moved again 2 years ago and spent time in solitude, processing some pretty intense emotion. Again, chaos settled. I began searching for others who understand that reality is not what we may have understood it to be, it is so … much … more.

Recently I was introduced to a small group who gathers and the teachings are different and profound. I feel my head ‘pressurizing’, or shall I say, ‘depressurizing’.

Finally, 16 years later, I am so close to releasing all that rubbish and beginning again, with what is true and good and beautiful. I am closer to that day of stillness in mind than I have been since the beginning, I sense it is so near, the space of ‘no thought’. It is not a spacey frame of mind, just complete stillness, in awareness. There is a comfort there I have missed greatly.

SunflowerSoon I will meet another group of people, who celebrate union with life in a different manner than past exposure. I am being blessed with these two introductions to varying groups of people, it’s as though the time has come … to try again, to merge.

Once again this life is molding into a we consciousness. Many others feel it too, it is seen in the actions of people in all arenas of the world.

What a wonderful thing to have someone state so clearly that the mind will find millions of ways to keep a life in suffering. Sometimes, when we aren’t used to sacred connection, ‘hearing’ is difficult, although it happens just the same. The ability to process information needs fine tuning, and I at least find it easiest to sit with others who have walked the path and are able to speak in a way that is readily understood.

My perception of what a wise man once said is, “You can stand stoically alone, strong, yet you are still alone.” Community helps us to stretch boundaries more swiftly, moving beyond where we are in solitude.

Being vulnerable is difficult, yet it is also the door to freedom, truth, and acceptance. There is no need to hide from each other any more.

An Honest Observance

Published March 14, 2018 by tindertender

I begin the day listening to this song, and I unwind from a light sleep.

Standing sure in ones knowledge of personal authority can, and will, be challenged through time and experience, often unintentionally.  Past conditioning may find that there is a questioning of this surety, a doubting. In these times it is important to slow down, listen to intuition and be in touch with the inner self. Observe where these questions are arising from … past beliefs of smallness, or present circumstances. This knowledge should be easy to distinguish. Recognizing the triggers will aide in the soothing of them, a smoothing of the edges which get snagged on current realities, having a dragging affect into the past.

embrace the shadowAll of these occurrences are a blessing, for they bring us once more into the present circumstance of self, pointing out the areas that need attention. Everyone is perfect, right where they are, right in this moment, for their own personal soul evolution … ever forward, ever rising. With attention, there will be less duration for the ‘bumps in the road’ along the way.

As the search for connection continues, in its various forms, it is important not to be dissuaded from reaching out if a trigger is flipped. Keeping the door open for these events and experiences allows also those experiences which are of love and learning … learning of the deep inner self, in relation to the world around us.

In these relationships, our personal authority comes ever closer to solidification. Gift yourself this experience, do not shrink from it. (Of course, if it is harmful or manipulative in any way, absolutely avoid it!).

Cheers to you as you move forward in your journey. Progress is being made on many levels, quicker now than ever before.

 

Sense And Memory

Published March 1, 2018 by tindertender

Dog licking glassLooking out the dog slobber stained sliding door, I do not see them. I suppose they must be out there digging in the earth, searching for rats. The rain has begun to fall moistening the soil, muddy paws will return soon begging to be let in. Ah, there’s one now. As I open the door the scent of damp earth fills my nostrils, pleasant, reminding me of home, so long ago.

memories.jpgI spoke with an old friend tonight, it has been nearly thirty four years since we have seen each other, a lifetime ago. This journey has had many bumps along the way and I am determined to run with what remains, forward, ever forward. Perhaps even upward, as another friend describes it.

How can I pack a mound of creativity into what remains of this life? I want to paint, to write, to sing, to dance, to garden, to create medicines, to live clean and good with compassionate heart, and with care for all sentient beings. Is this what I said before arrival?  Is this the determination I wished? If so, it seems I wandered far from this path but here I find myself once again.

spiritual-loveMy hope before the end is that I discover what it means to truly love … not some pepped up notion associated with lust, but a deep and all encompassing love which is so much bigger than I could ever imagine. I hope it fills me before I exit this place to bursting before I leave, and I hope I carry it out of here with me to share with those who wait.

The water flows and drops into the pool below. Not as I imagined it would be. The sound is not quite soothing, but it gets the job done, or so I like to think, converting ions into something more useful for a pleasant atmosphere.

dreamsI do not bother to light candles this night, bed time will be soon. Dreams a-plenty I’m sure await, changing amid wakeful moments. I’ve left the TV off again for a few days, and it will remain off for many more. I am amazed at the way programs affect my dream life. No, they don’t belong there. My days experience will be the only influence in my nights for a time, healing happens here. Television interrupts the flow that ought to be, it is apparent after only a short while watching.

Gathering my fur kids I’ll leave this room. They run about snorting, sniffing frantically, listening to every sound. They too need to calm down, and so we go.

Dropping The Illusion

Published February 15, 2018 by tindertender

There is a phrase, “As above, so below.” People are waiting for God to bring Heaven to Earth. Little do they know that is their purpose here! It is they (we) who have taken on the task of doing just that.

It is easy to get caught up in the dirt of the world, the filth and the anger and the hate. It is easy to get our feelings hurt and then start the blame game and the retaliation. Many choose to make others ‘pay’ for what has been done to them. This is the programming of this world.

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Our mission, if you choose to believe it, is to create a world where people aren’t  judged by the color of their skin, or anything else for that matter, for that is the illusion created to keep the cycle of anger and pain going.

The energies robbed by wrong-doers must be reclaimed. They cannot be permitted to take the energetic impulses we need to utilize for the good of the world. It is best to walk away from drama, from abusers, from thieves and others, and focus intently on that which many of us wish to see in the world … Heaven on Earth. It is our responsibility.

Looking deep into the pit of our being, we can feel there is a greater purpose, one in which we play the hero. As children we may have played out this role in what parent and others called fantasy. However this was us letting people know the mission! It was beaten, coerced and forced from our minds as we molded into what now is.

Drop the illusion.
Forgive those who have wronged you.
Focus on healing self. Get back on track.
Time is of the essence.

 

“I Love You Very Much”

Published February 8, 2018 by tindertender

Here, where the sea shines
and the wind howls
on the old terrace
in front of the Gulf of Sorrento
a man embraces a girl
after she had cried.
Then he clears his voice
and continues the song …
“I love you very much!
Very very much, you know!
It is a chain by now,
that heats the blood inside the veins,
you know.”
He saw the lights out on the sea …
he thought of the nights, there in America.
They were only the white lights
in the white wake of a ship propeller.
He felt the pain in the music,
he stood up from the piano.
But when he saw the moon emerging
from a cloud,
death also seemed sweeter to him.
He looked the girl in the eyes,
two eyes, as green as the sea,
then suddenly a tear fell
and he believed he was drowning.
“I love you very much!
Very very much, you know!
It is a chain by now,
that heats the blood inside the veins,
you know.”
Power of lyrics,
where every drama is a hoax,
where with a little make-up and with the mimic art
you become someone else!
So … so everything becomes small,
also now the nights there in America.
You turn around and see your life
like the wake of a ships propeller.
“I love you very much,
so very much, you know!
It is a chain by now,
that heats the blood inside the veins,
you know.”
But it is the life that ends.
He did not think about it much anymore,
rather, he already felt happy,
and picked up his singing again.
I love you very much!
Very, very much you know!
It is a chain by now,
that heats the blood inside the veins,
you know.”

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