It’s simply a matter of applying who you already are to what you now face. That’s all that matters.
Because by design, who you are is always the greater.
Proudly yours,
~ The Universe
We are all in this together.
Literally we are all feeling the same anxiety (in varying degrees and forms) about the same thing, uncertainty over this virus, and this has never happened in most of our lifetimes.
This is truly remarkable beautiful ones.
Let this sink in.
We have the extraordinary opportunity to be in each other’s shoes at the same time in this moment in history.
We can close our eyes and know we are all connected.
So what will matter most when this is over?
What will you ask yourself in the quiet spaces of your mind?
How did I treat people?
How did we treat each other? 🖤
“The sacred fire used to heat the rocks represents the eternal fire that burns at the center of the universe.”
— Dr. A.C. Ross (Ehanamani), LAKOTA
Our Sweat Lodge represents the womb of Mother Earth. This is the place of forgiveness. The altar is the place where the Grandfathers are heated. The Sweat Lodge and the altar represent the whole story of the universe. The Sweat Lodge and the ceremonies are sacred. The Great Spirit gave these things to us to help us. He taught us to do the ceremonies in harmony with Mother Earth. We need to know and understand these things.
Great Spirit, let me understand harmony.
Written by: Judy Sowell-Sadler
The beginning of socialism, all while people panic over a virus. Just a test run on how easy people fall for it. Get ready the next test will be a little harder . Wake up! How easy people are controlled is scarier than the Virus.
They’ve been doing it for decades. This is how they become powerful. The more light they steal… we’ll, you get it. It must be retrieved and returned to the children trapped on another frequency level. Thieves have it figured out … but they are being uncovered.
Meditate on bringing the truth to light, the retrieval of, and return of stolen kryst light to original holders, the children and all others tortured and brutalized for a ‘few’ to maintain power.
I have roommates, two of them. One roommate in particular does not to pick up after himself in the kitchen. I’m constantly riding him about cleaning up when he’s finished.
Last night he warmed his leftovers. He offered to share, and I partook.
Later, I went into the kitchen to see pan and cookie sheet with food on them still on the stove. I hollered at him, “you going to clean up and put dishes in dishwasher?”
Several hours went by. I went to kitchen and dishes were still on stove. For a brief moment I was irritated and then I thought, wait a minute.
This man cooked dinner. He shared it with me. And then I hollered at him to clean up the mess?
Wow.
I saw myself clearly. What an ungrateful wench I was behaving as! How dare I allow him to cook, partake in the meal, and then expect him to clean.
Am I a queen?
Well … yes.
Which is precisely why I woke him up and apologized for this unthoughtful behavior. How weird that I didn’t even notice what a twit I was being.
It’s these things, these habitual spoutings off without really thinking.
Aahhh coming fully conscious isn’t always pleasant, especially when you see the patterns which need altering.
This goes for all humanity. We get into patterns, habits, and then from there, we determine all other patterns are somehow faulty.
Wrong.
Acceptance is a difficult thing. Especially when we are used to always “being right”.
Own it.
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Great suggestion to reverse karma of hoarding necessary supplies. Be a blessing, not a sore.
Please….to the people that have bought up all the TP, hand wash, paper towels and milk. Walk down your block, go to someones door and ask them if there’s anything they may need. Then OFFER FOR FREE what you have, if they don’t need it fine, move on next door. Just don’t do this one time, one house, keep going, give some of that up. Walk around several blocks, get in your car drive to a different part of town where it might look like other’s may be in need of help.
I bet ya what, It’ll make you feel better for doing the wrong you did in the first place. You don’t have to know the people you help, you may even make a new friend or two. In times like this, people help people, neighbors help neighbors, and as for color, THERE IS NO COLOR IN THE WORD HELP OTHERS.❤️✌️
Yes there is fear.
Yes there is isolation.
Yes there is panic buying.
Yes there is sickness.
Yes there is even death.
But,
They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise
You can hear the birds again.
They say that after just a few weeks of quiet
The sky is no longer thick with fumes
But blue and grey and clear.
They say that in the streets of Assisi
People are singing to each other
across the empty squares,
keeping their windows open
so that those who are alone
may hear the sounds of family around them.
They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland
Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound.
Today a young woman I know
is busy spreading fliers with her number
through the neighbourhood
So that the elders may have someone to call on.
Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples
are preparing to welcome
and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary
All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting
All over the world people are looking at their neighbours in a new way
All over the world people are waking up to a new reality
To how big we really are.
To how little control we really have.
To what really matters.
To Love.
So we pray and we remember that
Yes there is fear.
But there does not have to be hate.
Yes there is isolation.
But there does not have to be loneliness.
Yes there is panic buying.
But there does not have to be meanness.
Yes there is sickness.
But there does not have to be disease of the soul
Yes there is even death.
But there can always be a rebirth of love.
Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now.
Today, breathe.
Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic
The birds are singing again
The sky is clearing,
Spring is coming,
And we are always encompassed by Love.
Open the windows of your soul
And though you may not be able
to touch across the empty square,
Sing.
~ Richard Hendrick
