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Losing Time, Or Creating The Future?

Published January 7, 2019 by tindertender

Here I sit in my sanctuary. Somehow I’ve succeeded in losing time. Three hours has seemed to disappear. It is amazing how engrossed a person can get into something, anything, and when time is noted once more, amazement is experienced as the substance of time proves to be elusive.

Although ‘complete focus’ tends to come and go, it is needed now. The time to create consciously is upon us. For a very long time we’ve allowed ourselves to be towed here and there by those who run the show. Having a say in what occurs in the big picture has been on the back burner while we go about our chores, play, and relaxation.

Being fully present can be a challenge for some of us. I like to day dream … I like to think of the way I’d like it to be in this world … visualizing peace and beauty. Some say that imagining a certain future, is creating it. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4232337/#!po=0.00000. Relaxed attention given to this future ‘creation’ will indeed cause miracles to occur. Using The Force can enhance life in many ways.

Keeping an open mind allows us to be aware of the senses, through the eyes, ears, physical sensations, and also detached thoughts. Always, always, always … follow any gut feelings that tell you to be wary about someone or something. Pay close attention as an important opportunity presents itself, one that may enhance your life and the lives of others.

Maintaining vigilance of the clues around, and inside of, the mind and body will allow an assessment of what is emanating from both areas, providing opportunity to sort out any conditioned responses from what is purely instinctual. Examine situations with the heart, intuition, and mind in harmony. Detach, take a breath, and stand tall.

Visitors In The Night

Published December 12, 2018 by tindertender

Smoking lady with bad teeth, telling me off … Man, with pinch of powder between his fingers, throws it in my face. There is fire-light bouncing off the wall in the corner, leading me to believe there is flame just around the bend.

A frequency of sound is humming in the air. A beetle shows up, one golden wing and one blue. I peer out at the landscape of a dark city, lights ablaze. It is as though I am standing below the Hollywood sign in California, letters above my head.

“Don’t go running up the stairs” a male voice says to me.

The Earth Torus is the same as the Human Torus. I see myself swimming the butterfly through this force of energy. Strong, Powerful strokes, moving me forward with speed.

“Receiving energy transmissions” he says. I’ve asked to be shown the truth, yet it eludes me still. Perhaps I’m misinterpreting, or perhaps my level of focus needs tuning.

I wonder how I would feel if I weren’t able to feel. There are two kinds of people (or consciousnesses). #1: Psychopath, unable to feel. #2: Those who are 1/2 asleep, unable to feel for their ‘form’ or ‘body’ does not allow them opportunity to really feel. Both, equally lacking in understanding or knowledge of what they do which is harmful.

Yet there is hope for one (whos heart would ache once they knew of harm done by them) and not the other (who would never give a second thought to continuing harm once they knew the affect of their actions) … both resemble humanity.

I ask, “Is there really no hope for the psychopath? What caused the condition? What atmosphere did it/does it thrive in?”

“You’re not here because I have something you need … you’re here to test your abilities.”

“Armor up”, he says. I look down and see this huge log. I strap it to my wrists and pull up. I think to myself, “What would I ever use this for, anyway?”

Spinning Entry … or Standing Still

Published November 18, 2018 by tindertender

How many doors are there to all knowledge? Is one forced to locate ‘A’ door? Pigeon holed into one line of entry? Or are there many doors, everywhere, all along life’s path?

Wherever we find ourselves on the journey, we will find, upon deep reflection, we are actually in the eye of the storm, standing smack dab in the middle of where all doors … and openings … meet.

Do you dare enter one of the doors? Or do you open them all and stand center, sending love and song and sweetness into each of them? Not really joining with, or meshing with any single room, or path, or group.

She spins right, wearing her white dress. Sparkles begin to fly off of her as she spins, entering the dark opening of each door. It’s as though a tube is surrounding all of them, and sliding down the rim of the aperture is Golden streams, like water dripping down the outer edges. Darkness is behind, yet these golden rivulets are reflecting light.

She stands in a circle of light and all of the doors seem to disappear, all except one large opening. It seems to open into darkness, but as she looks at it, it begins to glow slightly blue, ever so subtle in the dim, near impenetrable view.

Aaahhh, sunset. The sky a pale blue as the light fades. Silhouettes begin to appear. Buildings, hills, and anything that is abound the earth.

Hair like liquid gold, parted on the right. Gentle waves and a thin band across the forehead. Features delicate, beautiful … yet eyes are like liquid, icy laser beams. Your energy pushes against my middle and a sensation like … fear? … butterflies?

I wonder, your features say you are young, your stature small … yet there is no such thing as small is there? That is a word humans dreamed up after they stuffed themselves into a flesh suit. Reality … who are you really? Why are you pretending to be small when in fact you are so very large? Are you here to burn away my illusion? What if I’m not ready? What if I’m comfortable in the uncomfortableness?

Strange. I thought myself courageous, brave, and willing to face what is … yet this moment allows me to understand there is still fear embedded in the mind. It holds me back from walking through doors, from committing to anything, to remaining aloof.

One thing I’ve learned is that while patient, there is only so much of it that can be offered an individual. At some point, the comfortable will be pushed into discomfort, forced to stretch beyond that which they know. We’re forced to face our fear, willingly … or kicking and screaming.

I think again about what nice means. I think to myself, it wasn’t very nice of me to yell at someone the other day. Fortunately for me, he forgives easily, quickly, and just lets it go like it never happened. Then on the other hand I know someone who refuses to even try to come to an understanding, about what? I do not know. I realize I’m swimming between two poles of experience with two different people. One who forgives and moves on, the other who refuses and fosters negativity. Two completely different reality’s, and me standing in the middle … sometimes frustrated by it all.

All of a sudden I consider many other things as well.

Many … other … things …

Union VS Division

Published October 12, 2018 by tindertender

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I have never been aware of the division in this country to the extent that I am now. I am surprised at the talk of union from the representatives, when they clearly are not willing to work together, as a team, for the benefit of the whole.

How can a country, whos representatives are so divided, expect to ever unite the people? Can they not see that what they speak of they do not act on?

Until those who wish to ‘lead’ the country into greatness begin to act as though they are great, and have the whole in mind when they speak and act, there will be division.

Let us hope they … and we … can somehow pull heads out of stubbornness and get it together.

Time Structures and Hidden Love

Published October 7, 2018 by tindertender

I finally found the love for an abuser in my past. I remembered while soaking in a mineral bath this morning the sorrow I felt for him when he told me he watched his house burn, and his mother was inside. I remember the damage that it must have done to his young heart and mind, and how he found it impossible to be nice to women he was intimate with. I was of the belief he blamed her for running back into the house, for leaving him, and therefore he took it out on the women he had relations with. I could have been completely wrong, but this is where my love for him lay. To find it today is in a way a sense of closure, for I thought up until then I despised him. So nice to find the love in my heart was still there.

I also found love in my heart for a female who was abusive as she played the role of ‘baby sitter’ in my youth. She never would have done the things she did if she, too, had not been victimized and abused. I was able to forgive her, and find compassion for her inner child.

And me … that beautiful child I once was who loved dancing in the rain, feeding the cows, picking flowers and appreciating them not for their smell, for often they did not smell real good, but for their beauty. She loved the potato bugs that were always between the grass and the driveway cement, butterflies and cherry blossoms and wind and blue skies. She loved haunted houses, one of which was at the end of the street, she was able to stay the night there, sleeping under the kitchen table, for things were always thrown around in the night by the unseen. She loved bumble bees and laughter and helping peel potatoes. Oh beautiful girl, I love you so much. Your faith in love and joy were incredible.

For years now I have been surrounded by those in a Council Circle, female, male, and male child to the left, two males to the right, and crying boy in the center at the outside of the circle, as well as many others who are on the outside edges of the circle. They have a lot of discussion going on, looking for something that will end this cycle they find themselves in.

I saw myself as an antennae, one armed raised, palm up and flat receiving light from the heavens, and one arm down, hand bent and palm flat with the earth, another beam of light blasting into the soil on which I stood, uniting Heaven and Earth with an amazing channel of light.

A little surprised, the knowing that I Am Many came to mind. I visualized the child, the young girl, the young woman, the woman, and the older me of the future. We were standing in a circle around the council circle shown above, and we held hands while we smiled at those in the inner circle, moving in a counter clockwise motion.

It seemed a little strange that we moved in a counter-clockwise manner. Could it be we were unwinding time, and experiences? Undoing wrongs that had been done?

Circumambulation is done in a clockwise movement, many religions do this in worship, or to ward off evil.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circumambulation

Widdershins is what the counter-clockwise movement is called. In Judaism sometimes circles are walked in this manner. “The twentieth-century German-Jewish philosopher Franz Rosenzweig suggested that the secret to returning to Judaism is to connect to Jewish time. The Sabbaths and the Festivals structure life; they transform time that is otherwise constructed on the basis of secular obligations and opportunities into sacred time.”

http://www.orzarua.org/Orot5768_HJWechsler_Counterclockwise.pdf

Perhaps there is much more to be discovered in this consciousness. Knowing that I Am Many, I can visualize different aspects of myself during this life, as we hold hands and move in this circular motion. Maybe one day I will come to understand the actual meaning of this ‘dance’.

Until then, I’ll be working on my visualization techniques. After all, if you can visualize the mountain as moving, then it will.

Reseeding The Earth

Published August 23, 2018 by tindertender

Half notes and serenades.
Cacophony.

Aaahhh yes, youth was mine. Indeed it was all of ours. What did we do with it? Did we strive to create something positive and beneficial to life, or did we spend time and effort tearing it down, destroying it?

Personally, it was all too easy to follow in the foot steps of those who came before, who promoted a lack of empathy, who’s actions birthed a selfish thought and action. Yet once older, looking back, it is easy to see.

The question now is, what will we do to break these habits which have plagued humanity for generations? Certainly in life there have been deeds done which do not instill a sense of pride. There may be residue of shame, guilt, and sorrow from the way things played out. Those things are from then … and have no say in what will be.

Do not let yesterday determine your tomorrows. Do not let those who throw yesterday in your face determine your tomorrows. Tomorrow is for you to decide. Will you make the best of it? Are you ready to show your capabilities of creating good, equal to or greater than any of the negative which may have been in your life?

Circumstances will always prove to bring us the most beneficial opportunities. Often, we are forced to dig deep within and find the positive, bringing it forth in order to create peace in a chaotic world. This is a test, a stretching of ability, and while it may not be the most pleasant experience, it will enable your ability far beyond that which comfort level is able to promote in you.

When thinking of the past take only those things which are beneficial into the future. Lessons learned, skills honed, patience developed. All negatives of shame, guilt, jealousy, victim-hood, anger and hatred … leave behind, where they belong. They’ve served their purpose for those times.

Tomorrow is a clean slate, indeed, it is quite early today, so I will include this day as well in that statement. Wake, and begin the day with intention. Determine what today will be, and then act on that thought, that idea, that intent.

Bring compassion with you wherever you may go. Remember your sufferings, but only so that you are able to recognize them in others you encounter. You know how it is, act accordingly. Bring to them what you needed when it was you in their shoes.

You are capable of healing this land.
It is you alone who can bring forth what gifts you came with.
Remember them, what they are, and do what you came to do.

The circumstances we were born into did a great job of covering our abilities, drowning us in the worlds suffering. Shed what it has given you and build the new, the new you committed to before birth, the new you know you are able to gift this world, and all life.

Reseeding the earth is not just about birthing a new body, but about bringing forward and sharing new ideas and ways of living. Imagine the change you wish to see, and let it be … and so it is.

Just Like The First Time ~

Published August 21, 2018 by tindertender

Lately I’ve been immersing myself in Love … remembering how it felt to be in a world that played these songs every day, and actually lived love. I really believed in love at that time … still do. The impostor, parasite, and killer of that which is good needs to be reigned in. For too long they’ve been allowed to promote harm in this world.

While I feel … while I cry … while I remember the purity of this love … while I recall the truth of it … I envision you doing the same.

It is said that our words live in the hearts and minds of seven generations. I am grateful for the words of those from the 50’s, 60′ 70’s and even some of the 80’s. They say we will return to the world we give the youth. It seems many doors have been closed and the individuals ability and power for transformation forgotten. My hope is there will be a rebirth, a quick one, in which memories from recent past ignite and take flight, swooping across lands, eliminating darkness and pain.

There are those who wait for your knowledge, the experience you’ve cultivated. Share wisdom with them, encourage harmonious action, inspire courage. A time for victory  and peace is on the horizon. It is not created from ‘war’, but from the refusal of it.

The more you can appreciate your achievements and quickly free your spirit once again to go on, the less the world will have to challenge your position. Move, grow, continue your journey of self-awareness. Debilitating doubts creep in at every level, stagnating the flow. Dance on them. Lift yourself to new heights. You have the energy and experience to do so.

Your protection is your ever-expanding vision that comes to include the good of all. This is a shield against jealousy and greed. Set your spirit free.

Remember … you are not what others think of you. You are the words you allow to dwell in your mind. Listen, observe, trust not words alone, but the power behind them. Listen to the essence of what is being spoken. Your inner sense knows the truth. Learn its way. Listen with your whole body.

And Love breathes new life into everything.

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