Which is why complaining about current affairs and administrations is a severe waste of energies. Rather, we should focus on banding together and creating an example “they” can follow.
If words spoken are a representation of who the speaker is … how do they describe the speaker? The speaker who, most likely, subconsciously, is deflecting from their own ways … landing descriptors and/or penalty on anyone but themselves.
Often, harsh or demeaning verbiage is spewed into the world, accidentally, or purposefully, landing on a particular person or group.
Notice what is being created under these types of circumstances, and how the effects of whatever scenario this is, get all over anyone who happens to mingle energy in any number of ways with it.
We are seeing much of this right now.
It seems the media has trained people how to point fingers and play the blame game … unless this is the natural state many minds are in? If so, I find it odd that soooo many people have yet to embark on inner reflection, and rather have simply let loose their inner, fearful, spiteful child. (Some folks cannot thrive without chaos, so they fabricate it).
Even stranger, I know some of the most powerful, prayerful, and helpful people who sometimes slip into this mode. I myself most likely (certainly) slip into it also. I find it confusing. But this entire current experience is rather ‘hidden’ … no one really knows what is happening, or will happen.
Fear over what might be has consumed the minds and hearts of the masses. Another obvious sign many are disconnected from themselves … Of course, those who face it, once were most likely paralyzed by it … so, we are all on different rungs of the same ladder … along the strands of time.
Let the focus be on retracting these harsh energies should we put them out, and transmute them into something more beneficial. Let us focus this powerful energy into a healing for the minds and hearts of all those making decisions right now … within families, within businesses, within governments.
Rather than adding poison to the pot, we ought to focus on sweetening it.
Shared by: Bridget Faulkner
I talked with a man today, an 80+ year old man. I asked him if there was anything I can get him while this Coronavirus scare was gripping America.
He simply smiled, looked away and said:
“Let me tell you what I need! I need to believe, at some point, this country my generation fought for… I need to believe this nation we handed safely to our children and their children…
I need to know this generation will quit being a bunch of sissies…that they respect what they’ve been given…that they’ve earned what others sacrificed for.”
I wasn’t sure where the conversation was going or if it was going anywhere at all. So, I sat there, quietly observing.
“You know, I was a little boy during WWII. Those were scary days. We didn’t know if we were going to be speaking English, German or Japanese at the end of the war. There was no certainty, no guarantees like Americans enjoy today.
And no home went without sacrifice or loss. Every house, up and down every street, had someone in harm’s way. Maybe their Daddy was a soldier, maybe their son was a sailor, maybe it was an uncle. Sometimes it was the whole damn family…fathers, sons, uncles…
Having someone, you love, sent off to war…it wasn’t less frightening than it is today. It was scary as Hell. If anything, it was more frightening. We didn’t have battle front news. We didn’t have email or cellphones. You sent them away and you hoped…you prayed. You may not hear from them for months, if ever. Sometimes a mother was getting her son’s letters the same day Dad was comforting her over their child’s death.
And we sacrificed. You couldn’t buy things. Everything was rationed. You were only allowed so much milk per month, only so much bread, toilet paper. EVERYTHING was restricted for the war effort. And what you weren’t using, what you didn’t need, things you threw away, they were saved and sorted for the war effort. My generation was the original recycling movement in America.
And we had viruses back then…serious viruses. Things like polio, measles, and such. It was nothing to walk to school and pass a house or two that was quarantined. We didn’t shut down our schools. We didn’t shut down our cities. We carried on, without masks, without hand sanitizer. And do you know what? We persevered. We overcame. We didn’t attack our President, we came together. We rallied around the flag for the war. Thick or thin, we were in it to win. And we would lose more boys in an hour of combat than we lose in entire wars today.”
He slowly looked away again. Maybe I saw a small tear in the corner of his eye. Then he continued:
“Today’s kids don’t know sacrifice. They think a sacrifice is not having coverage on their phone while they freely drive across the country. Today’s kids are selfish and spoiled. In my generation, we looked out for our elders. We helped out with single moms who’s husbands were either at war or dead from war. Today’s kids rush the store, buying everything they can…no concern for anyone but themselves. It’s shameful the way Americans behave these days. None of them deserve the sacrifices their granddads made.
So, no I don’t need anything. I appreciate your offer but, I know I’ve been through worse things than this virus. But maybe I should be asking you, what can I do to help you? Do you have enough pop to get through this, enough steak? Will you be able to survive with 113 channels on your tv?”
I smiled, fighting back a tear of my own…now humbled by a man in his 80’s. All I could do was thank him for the history lesson, leave my number for emergency and leave with my ego firmly tucked in my rear.
I talked to a man today. A real man. An American man from an era long gone and forgotten. We will never understand the sacrifices. We will never fully earn their sacrifices. But we should work harder to learn about them..learn from them…to respect them.
I refuse to give my attention to things that limit me or deny my wholeness. To all life I am connected. I understand the sexual flow within me to be the fuel of creation that can be channeled for those purposes I hold within my heart. I value this life force and direct it toward Right Relationship with ALL beings.
I let go of those things I no longer value, keeping that which I love and for which I can care. These things bring me comfort, support and help according to their purpose. I possess only by nature of my caring. With my wealth, I support the things I believe in, the things that enhance life upon My Planet. I withdraw this support from those things and institutions that bring harm to living beings.
I accept the Powers within me.
The arrow of my mind I aim toward God. Bow in hand, I am ready for anything I encounter. So filled am I with caring, I welcome challenge. I have words to guide me. I have a voice that can be heard. I can see the distant target and feel certain my aim. I have thought, and thought is my Power. I have will, and I will do. From my mind I weed all doubt, for the experience of life will be my teacher and falling, I will pick myself up; noticing error, I will make correct. I can do what I will, for I trust the will of the highest, which is known within me.
Words can heal or steal. Tact and Right Timing are part of speaking Truth.
You are not words themselves. You are in control of them. They are your tools. You will become the Master Craftswoman/man with them. Words describe life, but you are the willpower behind them. Only you can act on them.
Aim to take Command.
I/We must act with devotion, giving the most unselfish love. This is the ritual, or disciplined offering that must be made in order to reach full potential, to cross the bridge and experience Rebirth.
Share the wealth when sharing seems right.
Remember gifts received in hard times. Share with those who gifted them.
Teach your skills and share your creations.
Embody ideas from Creator on how to bring Peace and Comfort to the world.
Create beauty, support Love, actualize the Truth that ALL are worthy of care.
Response-ability is the Power that replenishes the world.
Gifts offered are also gifts offered to the Earth Mother.
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
“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.
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.❤️✌️
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