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She let go.

Just be love

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Life drew my attention yesterday toward someone I know who has long been at loggerheads with her family and friends. Of course she always sees this as everyone else’s fault; they are just not living the way she tells them to. I thought of how miserable that could leave someone, though I doubt she would see herself that way.

How healing it can be, what a joyful moment, to feel humbled, in tune with the truth, apologetic, and then be forgiven. To come clean and be released. It is so freeing, such a feeling of lightness.

She may never experience this.

However; although my caring may briefly slip just enough into her pain to connect, I don’t choose to get stuck there. My job is to feel and share Joy, and Light.

This lady brings up slights and failures (real, exaggerated, and imagined) from times now long passed. She wants to keep them alive and drag others into them. But in doing so she shines light on certain choices each must make for himself: Do we wallow, or do we climb free? Do we dull, or do we shine? Do we anchor into old times and relationships, or do we embrace the new? Do we crawl back into our moldy old caves of sorrows and shadows? Or do we fly open-armed through bright open fields of delicious possibilities?

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Doorways to Everything.

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A trained, logical mind can be like a door with well-oiled hinges. But it is not the doorway itself, just a slab on hinges pivoting around itself within set parameters.

The doorway can be reached by stepping beyond the door, by turning away from the strictly physical. But you are still merely standing on the threshold.

Freedom, Bliss, and True Knowing can only consume you once you leap through the threshold and fly.

Being the Light.

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Years ago my other-worldly connections shifted dramatically. I could sometimes feel myself traveling to a hospital or sickroom somewhere to assist in the healing, and would get unsolicited confirmation later that day. Or I might radiate general Light to all beings; I might feel myself a radiant sun on high, shining down onto all beings, onto and through the planet itself. Or I might for a while enjoy the Bliss of Humility, and just receive for a while. Then I went through a long period of time when I just felt part of the woods I live in, part of the world’s peace.

This troubled me when I read the masters’ letters and they spoke of being there for poor orphan humanity. A dear and knowing theosophist / psychologist friend, Dr. Barbara Hebert, told me I was a radiating center of peace and that this was a good thing, but I had trouble agreeing with her that this was enough.

It sure felt good, though. It felt natural, and healing, and right.

I had some cancer spots for years that bled and hurt all over my back and shoulders and Lynden suggested, “Well, you send all this healing all over the planet and beyond, why don’t you just redirect some through yourself?” – Well. I have to admit that had never occurred to me. So I sat and drew down the healing forces, pulling them through me. The cancer went away and I apparently set about getting ready for the next stage.

I headed off for England where I came into contact with lingering spirits in ancient monasteries and graveyards; stone circles and centers of magic; pieces of the true cross, bones of apostles, the robe of St. Francis …. And it was like my molecules were changing. I was losing my sense of physical presence. Lynden and I were sick for months and I stayed home. The winter broke records and I stayed inside. I got a devastating earache and deafness in Italy, and I could hardly have felt any more isolated.

As I healed from this, it was as though I was now in a very different body than the one I’d felt the pain through. In recent weeks I have been constantly buzzing in some other-worldly kinda way. I have never been good with numbers, but now I seem to have no connection at all. If I just make the slightest shift from paying attention to my surroundings, I feel the flow of healing pouring through for all; and I am a part of that flow. Shortly after that, for some reason, I desperately need a nap.

As Lyndie and I were coming home from Scotland yesterday, after visiting Roslyn Chapel again (I spent a lot of time in the crypt below it this time), I felt like I was just some non-specific force of Nature, just pouring some benign energy out into the hills.

I pondered over what that might mean. A tree in the forest is a center of peace, but doesn’t get all anxiety-ridden over where he should be sending that peace. He is just doing what he is. Winds are forces of Nature, but don’t question whom they should be seeking out to blow upon, and where they should be blowing him.

There is a picture on Lynden’s altar which we think was supposed to be KH, but I have never believed they looked like their pictures in real life. I can see why they would not correct this, because having too many normal people focusing on them could disrupt their work on other planes, so I just see these as pictures of generic mahatmas that I could make use of however I will. If I am in a place of gentle loving peace and wish to grow more so, I can see this drawing as KH. If I am kneeling there with Sword Ganesha in my hands, in a mood to bust through the blockages and the darkness, I can see this as M. I can use this to offer myself to guides and spiritual teachers generally and ask to be an extension of their work into the world I inhabit, without having any idea whom I am praying to. I may or may not be a student of some great teacher, but that question doesn’t bother me. I want to be there if needed, as needed, in every moment.

Period.

I no longer need feedback. I don’t need the ego trip of people re-assuring me that I had indeed helped them. Spreading peace and joy is a good thing, and if more is needed of me, doing that will keep those channels open.

If I hold too specific a picture when wishing to contact a particular master, I am limiting him, and my access to him, to what I have imagined him to be.

If he offers some teaching or challenge, I have already opened one particular doorway for that gift to come in through, and by golly it had danged well better fit through that tiny and very specific portal. Unseen teachers can only reveal whom they are to the extent that I can let go of whom I am expecting them to be.

And in the end, isn’t it really all about letting go?

Why should I feel bad for feeling this good; even if I don’t know how, or if, I might be helping others? Why not just trust? Let myself be that force of nature, even if it is a Force of a Higher Nature I can’t see or be thanked by?

It feels good. It feels powerful. It feels completely and totally right.

I guess I can be okay with that.

Nurture budding spirits

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So many of us have loved children who have trusted us with memories of their earlier lives. “You remember, Mum. Back when we had that farm, and you were my daughter….”

For parents, this can be scary; what is wrong with their kid? But try to see it from the little one’s point of view. This is real for him, whether imagined or not, and it may very well not be his imagination. There have been an awful lot of studies supporting such possibilities.409157_375965372430895_740548475_n

As with any other early developing personality trait or self-questioning, though, we can nourish his budding spirit, or shut him down, planting even more doubts within him. He may have worked hard developing even this much confidence and strength of character over long decades spent working that farm, raising his own children; conquering, and losing, and conquering again.

Do you really want to take all that away from him? Tell him it was just a dream; that he made it all up? That those few things he has learned to trust in, believe and depend on, are just craziness? That where he feels strong, he’s really weak?

That could be unnerving to him; disturbing; even devastating for the child.

Like all memories, these will fade with time. Hundreds of studies have shown that they tend to be pretty much gone by age 5, maybe 7.

But suppose their aftermath starts surfacing again in his grown years, once he has long forgotten his roots. He no longer remembers things he had said, things he’d known, things he had entrusted long ago into your care. Now he faces harsh challenges that can only be resolved, can only make a modicum of sense, from this earlier perspective.

You could be the keeper of his dreams. You could help him make that invaluable connection. You could go back over your notes from those times, and tell him, “Here! It’s right here! This is how you handled it last time. You used to wonder about this same thing when you were little, and now here it has come up again. THIS is the connection! You are completing something you left unfinished that last time!”

But if you had taken no notes? If you had dismissed your child and all he had worked so hard to conquer before that? If you had essentially just told him, “You are flawed! You are weak! There is no help or progress in this unfriendly world; we must start it completely from scratch!”

How discouraging that could be for his tiny new spirit; how devastating. Is this really the barren, infertile field you want your child to sow future hopes and potentials in?

If your child comes to you in trust; cherish him! Cherish him, and all he clings to most dearly.

Yes; it is just that simple.

Children come in with enough vulnerabilities. Please don’t smash them down into these when they most need help standing.

Check your ego. But step into your Power.

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When we feel ourselves radiating as healers; as powerful Centers of Light; is there still a part of us that wants to hold back? Telling ourselves that Spiritual Brilliance is for other Beings, much Greater Beings; we don’t want to show off?

Sure, if you can find any whisper of pride in such feelings, then most likely you are not ready. But what if you are, but you’re blocking it? Could you be buckling under to old, outmoded paradigms insisting you are still that little kid, hanging onto the coattails of bigger, more significant folks?

If you hide inside limitations you are ready to break free of, you are hurting more than just yourself. There are people out there praying for help; don’t deny them what you are able to share.