Grounding

I just heard about the TransAsia flight crashing and of course am sending prayers and healing energies toward all involved. I also realized how many air events have happened lately and remembered that last weekend, a bird flew into our patio window (thankfully, the precious thing was okay and flew away after a short rest). I researched the meaning of that particular bird and it was about Grounding. The plane events can also be seen in that light. So we are all getting the ‘grounding’ message strongly.

I did some meditating on how to interpret these messages to ground and got that it is not so much about us coming down from our spiritual connection in the physical world, it’s more about not abandoning physical reality by ‘fleeing’ into the spiritual world. Leaving our lives and the lives of other humans, plants, animals, rivers, oceans to fend for themselves in a stew of shame, fear, guilt, doubt and worry. It is about being fully present, wherever you are, whatever dimension. If we all show up, we bring the spirit down into the physical, nourishing it, reviving it and planting the seeds of love.

Let’s call integrity back, let’s call doing the right thing for ALL of us back, let’s populate the desolate streets of fear with the awareness and love that unites all things. Grounding is the new Ascension.

Lost and Found

A friend recently posted to Facebook a picture of some things she found in her yard while digging a footer.  Seeing the bottle cap, flip tops and other misc. things really got me thinking…and remembering. First, just thinking about all the things that lie in the dirt beneath our feet. Could be just about anything. We look down and see dirt or grass or pavement, but what lies underneath, deep in the ground? Could be a Civil War cannon ball, a wedding ring, a child’s doll, a mattress, a medicine bottle, the old abandoned grave of a kindly grandmother, a toy car, a buckle, or…a shiny 1963 silver quarter that got dropped and seemed to vanish into thin air, a long, long time ago.

I remember sitting on the porch with my mother, just a young one with a whole quarter all to herself. Quarters were almost unheard of in my innocent world. We didn’t get an ‘allowance’ as most kids around our neighborhood did, our money came slow and far between (thankfully that has since been rewritten!) and a quarter meant a lot. I was looking at the face on the front and visualizing all the things I could buy with it, and as if an invisible elbow bumped my arm, it went flying, right between the gap in the steps, or so I thought. Finding this quarter became my ‘white whale’, an odyssey that spanned over 40 years. I looked and looked. I used coat hangers and ran my hand through the grass. I never forgot and I never gave up. Yes, I may have forgotten for years at a time, but always it came back to me and the pull to be reunited with it ignited anew, like those ever burning birthday candles, it couldn’t be blown out.

Many years later, after my father became ill, I bought our childhood home so that we could afford his care. I had to do many projects around the house and one of them was to re-seat those porch steps. We pulled them up in order to pad underneath and I remembered the quarter and looked and looked, and even dug around the area, still to no avail. It remained hidden.

I sit here today thinking of all the magical things that lie under ground, just waiting for the right moment to be discovered by someone who will take great delight them. I finally let that quarter go today, to rest in it’s hidden world until some future soul finds it and it opens up wonder in them. A quarter is a cheap price to bring that to someone. I thank the bump from the Universe. From it, I learned how to have, lose, search, release, and at long last, find, and not the quarter either.

Sometimes you find something different than you lost.

Treasure Hunting

I get so excited when I see a bed of clover. It becomes a world of countless treasures to me. When I was a kid, I would spend many hours looking for four leaf clovers and boy, what an exciting time it was! I became quite good at just knowing when and where there would be one. I would be walking along, not even thinking about clover and would look down and there one was. Over the years, I have found 5, 7, 9, 10, 12 and even 15 leaf clovers. I used to pick them and carefully press them in a book. But one day I realized that it wasn’t so much the clover that I was seeking, it was the good luck, or rather the part of me that believed in it. That wonderful experience of searching for treasure is quite a power thing. It is something that is within all of us and calls to us. It is the drive that pulls us on a parallel path where inner and outer seeking and finding happen in beautiful tandem.

But for the most part, we have forgotten what true treasure hunting is. It’s not shopping, or getting the prettiest girl, or the wealthiest guy, or the best job. Those things rarely allow us to find that thing inside us that calls because they are often laden with self doubt, stress and guilt. Rather than fulfilling us, they make us forget the real treasure, which is the experience of discovering that what we seek can only be found within. And satisfaction remains illusive. Real treasure hunting is serene, the search is a meditation, moments spent fully in the moment. And when the treasure is found, you don’t even have to have it, the discovery unlocks places within you. It is an adventure that you take with yourself. It is the fullness of the intersection of inner and outer.

So, what I realized all those years ago, is that the discovery of the four leaf clover became a key with which I unlocked treasure within myself.

The March of Humanity

Much is told about a civilization by uncovering their trash piles. Broken earthenware and tools tell a lot about where they were technologically, seeds and bones reveal their diets, etc. To learn about who we were on the inside, historians go to the cave painters and the great authors of the time, like Shakespeare, Plato and others. These writers captured a gestalt of life, education, emotions, relationships and points of view. Because their writings lived on, they became the voice of their times. The few lone riders that carried the messages of generations to the next era.

A future archeologist can certainly learn a lot about us via our land fills. They would see we worship packaging more than product, spending more on the materials for that, than the actual product. They would see that we love to contain our living water in bottles and that we rarely eat anything that doesn’t have its picture on a box. But what about the voices of our time? The archetypal views of our collective experience? Certainly there are many, Maya Angelou, Jung, Freud, Kerouac and others that really illustrate the feeling and thinking of our time.  But how will a future historian sort through all the words of all that we speak? This is not just the era of technology, it is more so the era of words and information to be sure.

We have so many ‘spokesmen/women’ that the voice of our times may be seen by the historians as a many forked tongue, reflecting a collective message of conflict. If they uncovered old news articles and things passed around on the internet, they would wonder if they had tapped into the meanderings of a feverish mind. Everything said has the other pole trying to arm wrestle it into submission. The deep emotional pain of the collective is acted out in internet comment sections. It could certainly be seen this way.

But I fancy myself as a ‘future archeologist’ and I feel the evidence in my heart that we are evolving into a larger consciousness, one that allows all the parts to come together as a whole. This knowing is not something that is in a landfill, but rather a ‘heartfill’, in each of our hearts and in the unlimited potential that exists within us all. I see the new human beings purged of the feverish mind. Ascended beyond conflict and doubt. And when they dig us up in the layers of time, they will know that this is the era of the ‘great release’, the era that paved the way for them to rise into the true, quiet, peaceful flowing awareness. They may well hold these times to be the greatest healing times known to humanity.

Love and Nurturing

My mother-in-law passed away this morning. I had the chance to see her yesterday and to say goodbye, it was quite a blessing indeed. I told her all the things I felt she knew, but wanted to make sure I verbalized, like, “thank you”, “I appreciate you”, “I love you”, etc. While I was saying all these things, I realized how infrequently we humans express gratitude for those that nurture us, mothers and others alike. In some ways, being a mother/nurturer/teacher can seem to be a thankless job at times. You can spend many days and years doing everything you can to give someone love, knowledge and support, but often, they fly off without even a nod, and even at times with hostility.

Like all Nurturers/Teachers/Mothers, I knew that she had probably experienced this. I told her that even though it may seem like a thankless job at times, this just showed that she did everything right. Because true love and nurturing are stealth and silent. When done well, it comes in through the back door, setting things right, healing hearts and minds, teaching new ways, then leaves just as silently, and much of the time the nurtured one never knew what happened. So this comes a day late for Mother’s Day, but this is for all the nurturers out there…Don’t give up, gratitude is sometimes stealth too.

Love

I know that you love me, because my name is safe in your mouth”  – Billy 4 years old

 

How profound.  It has been 14 years since this little genius uttered these words, but I think of them all the time.  Love keeps names safe in mouths…yes.  A good reminder to all of us to show love in this way.  Let’s all keep each other’s name safe.

 

It made me think of the idea of bullying and how it doesn’t stop in school.  It is an epidemic among adults also.  It comes in many forms and one of the most insidious is gossip and the subsequent ostracizing.  Feeling shut out, teamed up against or being shunned feels terrible.  Gossip is blame turned contagious.  Powerlessness projected.  It is like a virus that contaminates all those it comes in contact with, negatively impacting everyone, no matter which side. It diminishes and clouds the sunlight of enlightenment and acceptance. 

 

Let’s commit to being more conscious.  Let’s decide to de-throne fear and let Love move our mouths.

Our Choice

There are two basic ways to see life and all it encompasses — as being in Divine Order or in random Chaos. And the only difference between Order and Chaos is that Order implies a guiding intelligence and Chaos doesn’t. Even the logical mind can see that there is an incredible amount of detail and organization in everything, even in the smallest atom — so Divine Order it is! I create through the intelligence of Divine Order!

Yin/Yang of Relationships

The universal force of yin/yang sometimes pulls us close together for great purposes and other times pulls us apart (also for great purposes). If you are in a phase of external expansion, embrace it and enjoy those you walk with. Likewise, if you are on the road of internal expansion, embrace this and honor the closeness with self.

Living in the ‘Now’

There is a lot written about living in the “NOW”.  It makes sense, we would love to do it and it is very inspiring.  It is funny how this concept of living in the now, is one of the very things we put off!  We think, “when I retire, on my day off, when the prestentation is done, when I’m out of this traffic…”.  But being present in this now, involves permission and trust.  Permission to not be prepared and trust that that can never truly happen. 

Being prepared is something that we put ourselves through a great deal of stress about.  If we aren’t one step ahead, we may miss an opportunity, something important will slip by.  But the truth is that all opportunity exists not in the ‘step ahead’, but in the ‘right now’.  Even if it looks like something slipped by, consider it a Universal edit and the very best thing that could have happened in the larger picture.  Remember, permission and trust.  You do not require anyone else’s permission and trust, just yours.  Go ahead and make every moment a vacation.  After worrying about tomorrow and lamenting yesterday, living with what is, is a vacation!  

Law of “Distraction”

There is a lot written on the subject of the “Law of Attraction”, stating how we harmonize things to us according to what we think and speak.  So in order to ‘attract’, we ‘distract’ ourselves from thoughts and words that would hold back the manifestation with our ‘positive’ visualizations. 

For the most part, this concept is very true, but there is more to it.  In order to reach true attraction, we must also heal any conflicts within.  For instance, you can think and say that you win the lottery all day long, but if you don’t really believe that you can, you will emit this signal as well.  And as a result, will sometimes get what we envision and sometimes not.  I have found that if we bring this inner voice into true harmony, there is no necessity for the distraction tactics such as vision boards or affirmations of the desired thing because the signal is clear, constant and in alignment. 

Inner exploration and balancing is not hard, it is not time consuming, it isn’t a struggle.  Inner healing is about bringing into harmony all fractured views and outlooks.  It is about becoming at one with yourself and accepting who you are unconditionally.  There is no part of anyone of us that is valueless or wrong.  The things that seem that way are really just the parts that we have cast aside. And being set out like that, will continue to pursue us in the form of external events until we let it back in.  Once let back in, it becomes whole within us. 

If you haven’t done so, decide to begin the inner journey or decide to continue it if you have.  Step number one, love and accept yourself unconditionally.  Getting in harmony with yourself is really the only journey in town.

In Joy,
Mary

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