Not the pain or the relief. Not the answer or the question. Not the challenge or the victory. The song or the sparrow…
Nothing is random.
Whenever something doesn’t work out the way you thought it would, instead of thinking that something went wrong, see it as something that went unexpectedly well, but for reasons that are not yet apparent.
Everything plays to your favor.
~ The Universe
We are connected in more ways than one … the groove, the sway, the musical tones as they make their way through our bodies.
Rock with it …. feel it …
Know that as you do, others in this world are rocking and swaying with you.
The energy of the sound reverberates through the body. Some folks are afraid of this feeling generated in you … they attempt to squash you …
For you are Powerful … a Powerhouse of Potential.
Sisters, Brothers … Your presence is always sufficient. Let us love each other in these times of trial. As was meant to be.
These days you may receive messages from ‘outside sources’ that say they are watching you, judging you, attempting to instill fear in you. They may be watching your dreams, manipulating them, and even attempting to manipulate your waking moments.
Remember, only antagonists do these things … never those who are of love and of benevolence.
Do what makes you soul sing. If it does not hurt self or others, it is good. Never let someone tell you it is not, and that it shall be judged harshly. Only those who wish to control you will buck at your freedom, and free expressions of joy and love.
We have been aware of those in physical form who do these things. They do not stop once they lose their physical form … they are utilized by the ones who wish for mass chaos in this world.
Fight this interference. This is your life we are talking about … stand firm, tall, and capable …. for you are fully capable of withstanding this distraction.
Adi Shakti, Adi Shakti, Adi Shakti, Namo Namo (I bow to the Primal Power), Sarb Shakti, Sarb Shakti, Sarb Shakti (I bow to all encompassing Power and Energy), Pritham Bhagvati, Pritham Bhagvati, Pritham Bhagvati, Namo Namo (I bow to that which God creates), Kundalini Mata Shakti, Kundalini Mata Shakti, Kundalini Mata Shakti, Namo Namo (I bow to the creative power of the Kundalini, the Divine Mother Power).
“You can only bow to the base-of-all in silence, in non-action. For a moment, leave everything as it is. Release your attention so that it is nowhere in particular. That is true equanimity. The supreme meditation is without definition or limitations. Don’t do anything in particular, or you will obscure this limitless meditation. Leave your thoughts be, without replying to them or following them. They will exhaust by themselves.” ~ Masters of the Zhang Zhung Nyengyud of Bonpo Dzogchen
Have you ever toyed with the idea of what ought to be done for the minds and hearts of man in order to bring blessing to this world?
I have. And it always seems that somewhere along the line there is a ‘thing’ that over-steps free will, even if the best of intentions are meant.
I took my bath and came out to the living room. The lighting is dim. I decide to see what comes out, written onto paper I can barely see.
“The bell tolled six. (Gotta start somewhere). An alarm went off in her head.
The Great One has arrived.
He looks upon the earth and sees the destruction, near bankrupt is the planet. He taps in to the inner minds of those who dwell here.
He hears madness. Anger, thoughts of harming self, others and the animals … whoa, the animals … Pain and blame …
As communication attempts are made, the anger multiplies, as does all else …after all … the Human is a walking antennae. When activated all channels amplify.
What dwells within the heart is known.
This appears to be an enormous mess.
Lo and behold, through the plethora of crap, a light shines, two lights, three, and more as minds and hearts begin to align, the globe over.
Soon, the ‘stories’ can be heard for what they are, chaos calming ever so slightly.
Prolonged pain … perpetuated generation after generation. People had forgotten who they are. Only a sliver of a glimmer of recognition shows up for them, occasionally.
As they find each other, He sees their glow grow. Empathy builds between people, between cultures, between countries.
He adds to their humanness. An inner trigger which reminds them when they are about to cause harm, to self, or others.
This trigger is invisible for it is called Compassion and it resides in every heart. The blackness which had been covering it has been lifted, the heart sanitized from its filth.
The beating of this newness within the human body is strong. The heart energy of it glows and connects straight and true to the Great One, and each other … a ‘true’ World Wide Web.
He blesses us with a new heart and an opportunity to clean up the damages we’ve done while ‘sleeping’, disconnected from Care.
He provides us with a way to purify and cleanse the earths polluted waters and soil.
This creation He sees has potential.
He sets to work building a black cube where He sends the darkest of energies from within the hearts of people. These energetic tendrils, the twining snakelike substance are sealed inside this cube for a time, while they too, undergo a purification, a cleansing, renewing their original light bearing ability.
Forgiveness is given, and also well received. The light now allows them to see each other’s hearts, their truest compassion for each other and all sentient beings.”
Fantasy building scenarios which are pleasing to the mind and the idea of growing capacities for love and connection in its purest form is a great way to spend the evening.
And now, I light candles and practice breathing.
At what point does “assistance” become “hinderance”? When it does make this apparent transition, the question must also be asked, “Was it ever actually assistance?”
It is easy to look outside ourselves for the help we believe we need. Sometimes we get fortunate and find someone who really does desire to do good, and provides exactly what is needed for us to boomerang into the positive.
Others however, will see the need and exploit it.
It is best practice to rely on our own instinct, our personal connection to Divinity, or our divine helpers, as we see them.
Unless we are in crisis, it is truly better not to give someone else power over our future thoughts and actions.
If we do seek advice from another, yet they are quite vague and require money as payment, or “sacrifice”, and still remain vague while injecting some sort of urgent hugeness to your role in life … let it go. Sincerity requires no fees, and something that important should develop genuine assistance from the other, not payment first and scarce information to follow.
Be a ‘Brick House’.
Be ‘Mighty’.
Hold your weight and stand firm.
Take this custodianship of your life seriously, and for every benefit of your good name, get enough rest. It is required to keep the nervous system calm enough to make proper divine connections.
NATIVE AMERICAN COP25 DELEGATION REMOVED FROM US EMBASSY WHILE TRYING TO HONOR MISSING AND MURDERED WOMEN
MARDRID, SPAIN – U.S. Embassy — Over 75 Indigenous activists and their allies demonstrated in front of the US Embassy in Madrid, Spain to demand justice for missing and murdered Indigenous women, two-spirits and girls(MMIW). The delegation was removed from the sidewalk by Spain’s National Police and followed for blocks. The police liaison with the group was held back and forced to show his documents.
In 2016, the Urban Indian Health Institute found that only 116 out of 5,712 cases of MMIWG reported in the United States were recorded in the Department of Justice’s federal missing persons database.
Full article here:
PAPER GENOCIDE: THE ERASURE OF NATIVE PEOPLE IN CENSUS COUNTS
Native people were excluded from the first 70 years under the U.S. Constitution, which explicitly regarded “Indians not taxed,” or those living on reservations or unsettled territories, as not countable.
Native people, in particular, are the most undercounted ethnic group in the census’ history. Native people were excluded from the first 70 years under the U.S. Constitution, which explicitly regarded “Indians not taxed,” or those living on reservations or unsettled territories, as not countable. In more recent years, the U.S. Census Bureau’s own data has shown significant undercounting. In the 1990 census, 12.2 percent of Native people on reservations were undercounted, according to the Census Bureau’s findings. A decade later, the census seemed to improve, with the bureau not reporting a statistically significant undercount. But then in 2010, it jumped back up to 4.9 percent.
This is particularly devastating for Indigenous people because of how census data has been used to help determine many aspects of tribal sovereignty, such as tribal recognition and enrollment.
Full article here:
https://rewire.news/article/2019/12/09/paper-genocide-the-erasure-of-native-people-in-census-counts/
This is a synthesis of several stories from the Cherokee, who were the native people of northern Georgia and Alabama, western North Carolina, central and eastern Tennessee, and Kentucky. The stories were told to James Mooney of the Bureau of American Ethnology in the late 1800’s by older Cherokee men in western North Carolina. The principal story teller was Ayúnini (“Swimmer”), who was born in 1835 and never spoke English, although he served as sergeant in the Confederate infantry in the Civil War. He died in 1899.
When the plants and animals first came to earth, they were told to stay awake for seven nights, as in the Cherokee medicine ceremony. The animals all stayed awake the first night, and many stayed awake the next few nights, but only the owl and the panther and a couple of others stayed awake all seven nights. They were given the ability to see at night and so to hunt at night when the others are asleep. The same thing happened among the trees, and only the cedar, pine, spruce, holly and laurel stayed awake all seven nights, which is why they can stay green all year when the others lose their leaves.
Humans came after the animals. At first they multiplied rapidly, and the first woman give birth every seven days. Eventually there were so many of them that it seemed they might not all survive, and since then to this day each woman has been able to have just one child each year. Among these early people were a man and a woman name Kanáti and Selu, whose names meant “The Lucky Hunter” and “Corn”, respectively. Kanáti would go hunting and invariably return with game, which Selu would prepare by the stream near their home. She also would always return home with baskets of corn, which she would pound to make meal for bread.
Kanáti and Selu had a little boy, and he would play by the stream. Eventually they realized that he was playing with another little boy who had arisen from the blood of the game washed by the stream. With their son’s help they caught the other boy, and eventually he lived with them like he was their own son, although he was called “the Wild Boy”.
Kanáti brought home game whenever he went hunting, and one day the two boys decided to follow him. They followed him into the mountains until he came to a large rock, which he pulled aside to reveal a cave from which a buck emerged. Kanáti shot the buck and, after covering the cave, he headed home. The boys got home before him and didn’t reveal what they had learned, but a few days later they returned to the rock. With a struggle they pulled it aside and had great fun watching the deer come out of the cave. They lost track of what they were doing, however, and soon all sorts of game animals – rabbit and turkeys and partridges and buffalo and all – escaped from the cave. Kanáti saw all these animals coming down the mountain and knew what the boys must have done, and he went up the mountain after them. He opened four jars in the cave, and from them came fleas and lice and gnats and bedbugs that attacked the boys. He sent them home, hoping he could find some of the dispersed game for the supper. Thus it is that people must now hunt for game.
The boys went home, and Selu told them there would be no meat for dinner. However, she went to the storehouse for food, and told the boys to wait while she did so. They followed her instead to the storehouse and watched her go inside. She put down her basket and then rubbed her stomach, and the basket was partly full with corn. Then she rubbed her sides, and it was full to the top with beans. Watching through a crack in the storehouse wall, the boys saw all this. Selu knew that they had seen her, but she went ahead and fixed them a last meal. Then she and Kanáti explained that, because their secrets were revealed, they would die, and with them would end the easy life they had known. However, Selu told them to drag her body seven times around a circle in front of their house, and then to drag her seven times over the soil inside the circle, and if they stayed up all night to watch, in the morning they would have a crop of corn. The boys, however, only cleared a few spots and they only dragged her body over it twice, which is why corn only grows in certain places on the earth. They did sit up all night, though, and in the morning the corn was grown, and still it is grown today, although now it takes half a year.
In these early days, the plants, the animals, and the people all lived together as friends. As the people multiplied, however, the animals had less room to roam, and they were either slaughtered for food or trampled under the humans’ feet. Finally the animals held a council to discuss what to do. The bears experimented with using bows and arrows to fight back, but they concluded that they would have to cut off their claws to use the bows. The deer held a council and decided to send rheumatism to any hunter who killed a deer without asking its pardon for having done so. When a deer is shot by a hunter, the fleet and silent Little Deer, leader of the deer, runs to the blood-stained spot to ask the spirit of the killed deer if the hunter prayed for pardon for his affront. If the answer is no, Little Deer follows the trail of blood and inflicts the hunter with rheumatism so that he is crippled.
The fish and reptiles likewise met, and resolved that the people would suffer from dreams in which snakes twined about them. The birds and smaller animals and insects all met too, and talked long into the night about how they had suffered from the humans. Eventually they created all sorts of new diseases to afflict humans, which have since become a scourge to the animals’ oppressors.
After this the plants met, and they resolved that something must be done to counteract what the animals had done. That is why so many trees and shrubs and herbs, and even the mosses, provide remedies for diseases. It was thus that medicine first came into the world, to counteract the revenge of the animals.
James Mooney, 1900, Myths of the Cherokee: Nineteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology for 1897-1898, Part 1, p. 1-576. (J84.SI2.1 pt. 1 1897-98)
Whenever something doesn’t work out the way you thought it would, instead of thinking that something went wrong, see it as something that went unexpectedly well, but for reasons that are not yet apparent.
Everything plays to your favor.
Score!
~ The Universe
