Uncovering all the subtle lines Connecting throughout the mind It’s an ideal design One beckoning from inside
The wind will go where it desires The sound may fade, but never dies Now time is time, and time is all we have here Time is time, time is all we have And time is all we have here
The autumn leaves make a quiet sound Their life is whispered as they fall to the ground The darkest forest begins to see the light The loneliest places are brimming with life
Relying on will to deliver the signs Seeing clearly what’s born in the mind Believing that when I open my eyes I’ll see exactly what has been designed
A sense that history is somehow repeating. A chance to do things differently, and, perhaps, secure a better outcome. To work with or break a cycle, you need to recognize it. Release stress, tension or anger before it builds to a storm. It may be necessary to walk away from a challenging personality. Difficulty breaking a habit or pattern of thinking. Establish a positive routine.
Through infinite cycles of life, death and rebirth, our souls stretch into timeless repetition. All the whole, your thoughts and actions draw from the past and feed into your future. The journey repeats as often as needed. There is no rushing through to the end. The cycle can be broken through wisdom, through detachment, through memory of the sacred, through a return to life oneness.
Listen, observe and better your chances. Rely on your direct experience. Do not be swayed reputation, gossip or a third party account. Trust your perception and interpretation of a situation. Be wary of gaslighting or of someone who undermines your sense of self and the world around you. Develop and hone your sensitivities.
Your senses are clouded by thoughts and emotions. Try to distance yourself from what others say, detach emotionally, quiet your judgements and clear your thoughts. Find a quiet place, preferably in nature, where you can relax and refresh your perception. Let your instinct guide you to the clear, unmistakable voice that comes not from your thoughts, but from your soul.
Withdrawal to the security of loved ones. Stumbling on or triggering a memory. Stories told in safety. Creative space. A message from the past, for the future. Your body remembers; listen to its story. Deep pain is transformed into wisdom and understanding. An inheritance, legacy or heirloom. Having access to the tools and knowledge you need. Be gentle with who you were and strong about who you will become.
If you are feeling lost, confused or are asking what life is all about, then it may be the perfect time to consult your original self. The one you keep hidden while you grow up and supposedly wiser around it. The sweet, loving, innocent you is not lost. Deep down, you still are that person. The original you exists outside of time, safe and awaiting rediscovery.
Oracle reading from the deck “Sacred Earth Oracle”
These days it is easier to believe those we encounter are of a cruel nature, rather than a kind nature.
When did the shift occur? When did it become foolish to leave keys in cars, or the front door to the house unlocked?
It seems to me the late seventies and early eighties were the final years for relaxed freedoms … at least here in the USA.
Are we a paranoid people?
Do we look for the bad in everything, including our self?
“I have held much to be true, which I now discover to be false; I have no reason to suppose anything to be more certain. Possibly everything that I conceive and believe is false. What then is true; what is certain?” ~The Secret Path, by Paul Brunton
She spoke, “There is a beacon becoming” And I dove into a sea of stormy winds wail Their might was mighty swift and running (Every which way) “Stay with it, child you’re changing” She sang
Sister sun your ivory tongue is flowin’ like the waters run and all my thoughts jump into Feathers abound fall on the page down, feathers abound fall on the pages Sister sun your inner lungs are spinning shapes alive and wove in vision Praying, pray our spirit, turn, our heart’s’ll become
(And what these words do And what these words do…)
Sure as flight (and a dash unruly), and faster than the breath you’re heaving Your wild (as a righteous fury) can be led or be leading Inside, what a maze of ladders, so you look and look a while (every which way) This fire, by the burn of-our grandmothers, shapes the way of your choosing So stay, stay with it, daughter you’re creating this And every sound you give make sure you’re aiming it
Sister sun your ivory tongue is flowin’ like the waters run and all my thoughts jump into Feathers abound fall on the page down, feathers about fall on the pages Sister sun your inner lungs are spinning shapes alive and wove in vision Praying, pray our spirit, turn, our heart’s’ll become…
Sister sun your ivory tongue is flowin’ like the waters run and all my thoughts jump into Feathers abound fall on the page down, feathers about fall on the pages Sister sun your inner lungs are spinning shapes alive and wove in vision Praying, pray our spirit, turn, our heart’s’ll become…
You got flames for wings, and at the Stake is the claim of your wild speech Fake is the flurry try to keep you in a bind Shake shake shake it off like the way the dragon ride Out of your cave you’re a beast of another dawn Like a wake on the current that her voice will Carry you for another lifetime Keep your sight set right, leadin with the Sound of the arrow fly
(And what these words do And what these words do…)
Sister sun your ivory tongue is flowin’ like the waters run and all my thoughts jump into Feathers abound fall on the page down, feathers abound fall on the pages Sister sun your inner lungs are spinning shapes alive and wove in vision Praying, pray our spirit, turn, our heart’s’ll become.
When we say things such as, “I’m afraid I do not understand” we are limited in thought and potentials… for we have allowed the subconscious format of fear using the word afraid in our sentence at all.
These ingrained, unnoticed, habitual phrases need to be sniffed out and eliminated from our conscious and subconscious thoughtforms.
Have you heard the phrase “You are the company you keep”? Well, our creations will be treated with what our inner thoughtforms are, our inner dialogue. The inner dialog becomes the outer dialogue and then creation followed by reaction or response, repeated for who knows how long.
We have the choice of our creation only when we become responsible for our inner dialogue and guide the outer with empathy and care.
We truly are in this together, for our combined efforts of increased and united thought forms cause our greater reality. Each one is crucial to the whole.
You are an older woman. Just look at you! Those beautiful wrinkles, that shining light coming straight from your forehead, from your eyes. Yes, you are a beautiful, older woman.
Let us begin to rephrase our internal dialogue. Notice it. If it sounds like something negative, flip it right away. Turn that self talk around! You deserve someone who adores you … let it begin with you … with me … with WE.
I’m beginning (again) to realize this life does not make sense. What is the meaning of it … if you don’t have children, or a husband, or a job? At the end of it all, would anyone even knew I was here?
Not likely.
I can’t sit here and rightly cry about what might have been, for I chose it. All of it.
If a person lays crap here, and crappy attitude there, to that one, and over there to another, and so on … ALL of that will boomerang back. Little mini boomerangs being returned to the gifter … and the gifter cannot possibly catch them all, not even close. They will return, whacking the gifter up along side the head, hitting various parts of the body, tearing down the energetic and mental form. Perhaps even causing physical illness.
When will we tire of dodging boomerangs? Those turns which we create?
When we choose to put out nice stuff, rather than the stuff that hurts, it will not matter if we catch all the boomerangs. It won’t hurt so bad upon their return when we fail to make the catch if we choose to make our gifts to the others sweet.
I like writing. It assists me in paying closer attention to what I’m thinking about.
Maybe it’s time I practice being optimistic rather than pessimistic. It is said practice makes perfect, and I’ve practiced pessimism just about as long as I’d like … thank you very much.
Whatever happens, don’t go all dooms-dayer on anyone. They will not hear you.
Maybe I’m a distraction … to myself … imagine that. I’m in a river, and I do not swim well. I’ll have to do my best to simply float.
Sssshhhhh …. Control your mind, stop leaking.
The elusive butterfly.
He already knows what spices he’s going to use. What could spices be used for?
Pessimism states, he’s speaking of cooking me.
Optimism states, he’s thinking of bathing me.
Oh, the human mind. Always playing tricks.
Yay for Optimism! May it grow in minds, be shared by hearts, and become all encompassing throughout time, and the world.
I’ve been thinking lately about life and relationship.
When I was young, one of my favorite things was to watch people …. or “people watch”. I stopped doing that in my mid-twenties, when I began a certain relationship.
Now, thirty years later, I am beginning to think I’ve turned into a jaded old lady! Who, in current scenarios, has not really given men a fair shake.
I vow to take on some activities, where I can observe men, being men. I want to fall in love with them all over again.
As I shed my pain from past failed relationship, I open myself to loving once more, those who I have unfairly dropped blame.
This is only a beginning. It is not a request for attention or relationship. It is an acknowledgement, that I have been harboring resentment that may have poisoned further opportunities for love.
The journey begins … of further release.
Pain, anger, resentment ….. these have no value, for that which holds value.
May the release be swift.
May my appreciation for the masculine be rebirthed with vigor, in a sacred way.
May admiration, for all of them in their various forms and activity, grow in my heart.
May all things emanating from my person, be pure, healthy and loving.
My longest known friend of 30 years and I have history … a lot of history.
Yesterday, I unleashed on him. Something he wanted to talk about, kept putting it in my face, triggered a memory of pain from our past, and I lit into him. And I left, pissed.
Later, I called and came back by for a conversation.
You see, it is not his fault I carry pain. Sure, he participated in circumstances, but it is I who have yet to heal my trauma, learning how to love me, more completely.
I realized, that while I speak frequently about the “blame game” and how it does no one any good, I actually hopped on board the blame train yesterday, and I felt as tho I failed myself, and my friend.
The time to have these conversations was at least 20 years ago.
It is not my intention to cause suffering for a man who is in his final years. As I mentioned, the time for these conversations was a long time ago, and I chose not to have them then. The time for talking of the past is gone.
The time for healing trauma from the past is now. Without pointing fingers and taking the easy way out, by offloading pain into another being …. human or animal.
Too many people choose to put their pain onto another life form, regardless of their lack of participation in the original offense.
We must learn to transmute our pain, NOT spew it into the world, exacerbating and intensifying the pain already in the world. No, transmutation is the only way.
How to do this?
I cannot say for certain.
Yesterday I drove into the forest. I veered onto a road which turned off the main highway and I followed it for awhile. There were no vehicles or people there.
I pulled over to the side of the road and got my folding chair out of the car and had a seat. I began to pray.
Now, I’m not a regular praying type of gal. When young, my Prayer was done in song, and talk, into the seemingly empty forest. This is where I found myself once again. And so I began speaking.
I spoke of my feelings and how I am aware that blaming others for our pain is unacceptable. I asked earnestly to be shown how to transmute my pain so I did not leak it into the world. I prayed for a better understanding, so I could stop making assumptions based on a skewed perspective.
I asked for release, so I could offer it to my friend.
I choose to remain in love. And it isn’t always easy.
Looking for ways, asking for spiritual assistance, to shift perspective, clean up past emotional trauma, and move forward in a clean state of being, a state which only increases love with each encounter, rather than leaving behind anything that might cause doubt, anxiety, or any form of negative thought patterns in those I encounter.
1) Face it Feel it. The first step of transmuting pain into power is to allow yourself to feel your emotions.
2) Pick up your jewels. The second step of transmuting the pain into power is recognizing that no experience should be left on the ground.
3) Don’t sit on it, share it. The final step in transmuting pain into power in my humble opinion is to share the lesson of it.
https://intuitiveartists.org/blog-posts/category/the-art-of-transmuting-pain. According to Jan, Emotional and even physical pain is the way our bodies (and hearts) tell us, “Pay attention to me.See me and understand me. Witness me and get curious about why I showed up here, and then I can be on my way.” It’s really only when we keep denying it or believing we’re truly oppressed by the pain that it shows up over and over again to teach us differently.
https://www.paintransmutation.com/. This site offers courses in transmutation. Healing from pain, trauma, sadness and energetic imbalance is a conscious choice. You have to decide that you deserve to live and feel free from pain and follow that decision through.
Will you transmute pain, sorrow, fear, loneliness and trauma with Soul Alchemy and love?
Will you break the karmic cycle with your awareness?
Will you accept your sacred path, and become what you are and always have been?
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