Before love was a word, it was a vibration, an essence, a truth. It was and is the biggest and most indestructible truth there has ever been, and ultimately, the only one.

The word 'love' gets used often and frequently with the best of intentions, but the map is not the territory. The word. through so much usage, has ceased to be the vibration.

There is a time though, when the word is still the vibration. When one uses their throat chakra to speak the authority of the truth of their inner being, when that is what is going on, the word 'love' still carries the vibration.

There are many who speak with the authority of their being who will not use the word 'love' often. They are doing something more significant though. They are being love, the essence of love, which is a vibration. The closest language I could put to what that vibration is about is inclusion. What is being included, is being loved. It is that simple.

Love existed before people did. Now there is something to ponder. Love was what birthed all that is, and we have not always been here in human form.

There is a magic and a mystery to what love is and how it manifests. It will never ever be capturable in language. Never. It cannot be reduced to language. But it is always known and recognized.

I am not saying don't tell someone you love them. No problem there. Just make sure you are feeling it when you do.

This is a love letter, one long overdue.

On Mondays, for going on over two years, a gathering occurs spanning the globe.We, all the sundry beings that we are, connect on a free conference call line, which was started by one lone soaring spirit named Kati. Next thing you know, there were three of us soaring together, of which I was one, and now we are the many.

There is something magical afoot in what we do together. We are each so unique and yet, when we combine, we are lifted as one. We have no agenda. We have no rules. What we have is a flowing together that is effortless, rewarding and never predictable.

I am not exactly sure where the name 'Lovercraft' came from though I think it was Donna who donated it, but it fits. We travel around together in spirit and all manner of magic results. The giftedness and 'specialities' of each person becomes  apparent in each contact we have, yet, we have no hiearchy. No one is at the helm though Kati is the revered launcher-in-chief. Speaking up happens just the way it happens and we all adapt and adjust to the rhythms. It just works.

I have seen other groups attempting to form around shared values and pictures of what is going on currently and I have seen a kind of awkardness that can happen trying to get things to run smoothly, especially in the beginning. From day one, the Lovercraft has not been awkward. It is a beautiful example of what happens when not trying to make anything happen.

I am convinced we are a vehicle of the future inhabiting the present. So much new needs to be created in this time of disengaging from the tired and dying structures of the past, and that is what we are doing week to week in the most amazing of ways. We are the wind under each others wings. The more we give, the more we receive. Like the cedar waxwings in the picture, we migrate in spirit all over the world just responding to what is going on in the moment and in so doing, are lifted very high ourselves..

I know lovercrafts are forming world wide. This just happens to be the one I am familiar with. I just wanted to say a big, re-sounding, wingflapping thank you to all the ones on our weekly call who choose soaring and sharing as the way to be.

We are all this, and were born this, and no matter how far away we have been moved or have moved ourselves, we are still this. We are the child, the repository of innocence vastly in need of the comfort and security of being able to lay on the mother, our earth, put our hand on her heart and draw sustenance while we deeply dream.

What are we dreaming? We are returning to our origins, where we were before we were born in a human body. We are re-connecting with why we chose to come here and we are being strengthened for the journey by this profound comfort we get when we let the mother do what she does so well . . .support our being while we are in a body.

Fast forward to the deep forgetfulness so many fall into as the lairs and traps catch the mind and convert innocents into embodiments of worldly ambition and beings entranced by the 'bright shiney things' that get dangled in front of us.

The mother gets forgotten. Worse yet, she gets  abused. Bad precedents are followed by even worse precedents. But, time is up. The tipping point has been reached. It is do or die time. So what do we do, what can we do, and what needs to be done.

May I suggest, a return to becoming the babe. When all seems temporarily lost, and you are flailing, seek out the mother. Lay on the beach. Float in the sea. Hike amongst stately trees, frequently reaching out to touch them and stop and sit down with your back against them. Watch clouds. Go barefoot and put your consciousness in your feet. Stare into fire. Catch the first rays of dawn. Soak up the afterglow of sunset. It's all the mother enfolding us, when we do these things. It is what we need like we need our own breath. Without it, we won't make it.

When storms huff and puff, and sun parches landscapes and waters rise, this is not the mother trying to scare us. These things are mirroring to us what we have refused to acknowledge. The mother wants BALANCE, for us, and for herself, and sometimes, in teaching us the importance of balance, she has to show us in no uncertain terms what imbalance creates.

It's not too late. Not in the least. Balance is waiting to be reclaimed at every corner of your existence. The way to do it is always to first, re-capture the babe inside yourself by letting the mother give to you. Then turn around, go back into the 'wilderness' of civilization, and let your nourished self give of your talents to do what you can where you can.

You will be very effective, once you have slept and dreamed again, on the Mother's great and generous body.

You have not seen what celebrating water looks like until you watch what dolphins do in it and with it. And young children give dolphins a run for their money in their enthusiasm for water. If there is a fountain in a mall, mothers of toddlers need to grip their hands hard or they will be given the slip as the toddler gallops to the fountain. Ghetto kids' joy in playing in a spewing fire hydrant on a hot summer day  is case in point two. A male friend of mine shared the story of his six month old daughter the day he first took her to the beach. He set her down on the sand momentarily to do something and she became like a little sand crab scuttling in record time towards the surf. He intercepted her but came to realize, he could not just set her on the sand because she would not stop heading out to sea.

Water gives us life and renewal in all ways. To become unconscious about what water means to us actually robs us because that which we love, we will protect.We don't tend to protect what we take for granted.

 Protecting our seas and waterways is now a crucial crucial thing. This is a tipping point. There are plenty examples of that being the case. If you have no water issues where you are, count yourself as most blessed of people.

So, I hereby, being of sound heart, advocate on this Valentine's Day of 2013 that we honor and appreciate and celebrate water in all ways, and that from this day forward, when Valentine's Day rolls around, you remember this as "Love Water Day". I know enough about working with the water spirits to know that they are exceedingly sensitive to when they are being appreciated for all they do for us. Any action we can take on their behalf is a most good thing to do, and we stand to benefit so much.

 I count conscious awareness of gratitude as 'doing', by the way. If you want an example of what that looks like in motion, watch whales and dolphins in the great playground that is the deep blue sea, and watch elephants playing in a water hole.

On the eve of Valentine's Day, I am slipping in a blue-eyed reminder of the incredible love vibe our animals give us 24/7/365. Ridley is my near genius level (half Border Collie, half husky) pooch I got as a pup. I could write pages about what 'His Smartness' has accomplished in his life so far, but I will spare you the proud parent talk. Anyhow, back to the beginning - it went down like this.

 I had lost my collie ten months earlier and was not ready for a dog yet. I had just gotten back from San Francisco in middle of night and was jetlagged and planning on sleeping in.

Instead, I was awakened after only a couple of hours of sleep with an insistent inner message to drive almost an hour away to Petsmart. I knew it was adoption Saturday and as I said, I was not ready to be tempted by a 4 legged. But to no avail. The pull to go was strong. So I cut a deal with myself. I would go, look around, and then come back home.

Upon arriving at Petsmart, I walked in the door and was met by a man holding a puppy who had the most electric blue eyes I had ever seen on an animal. The man simply handed the puppy to me. We were't even in the section of the store where the adoption was taking place. I was so mesmerized by the eyes of this being. They were just stunning. (His eyes now have morphed into sky blue). I walked around the store holding this pup as if in a trance. I honestly don't remember deciding whether to get him or not. I just ended up with him.

What is clear clear clear to me is that he pulled me in. I was resistent, but he was stronger.

Riddley Diddley (one of his monikers) has been with me for eight years now. As my consciousness shifts, I always notice changes in him. I used to think he was also shifting but now I think it is more that I can just see deeper into who he has been all along.
 
I have two cats and another dog in addition to Ridley and they are likewise each remarkable in their own way so deserve mention, but Ridley is the main thrust of this blog. Just as he pulled me to come get him that day eight years ago at Petsmart, I think he pushed me to write about him today. I really do wonder who is in charge here. 

I cannot tell you how many times I have heard this story, of how a dolphin just happens to show up right when needed by someone going through a challenge, or feeling a need to connect with unconditional love or just wanting some company. Over and over I hear these accounts and I have had ample personal experience of the finnies reading my heart and my emotions.

So how do they know? How do they do it, this showing up when most needed thing? It is a grand mystery but here is my take. The field around us, the matrix of vibration we all swim in is like a giant message board. Every thought and feeling we have is up there somewhere. Dolphins are like the interpreters of some kind of Morse code, comprehending what is vibrating in the field, whereas to most of us, we just hear blips and bleeps of sound, having no idea what it means..

Dolphins are fond of humans and have been for eons. Why, nobody knows, but they are. Oh there is speculation a plenty, and I could make a pretty good case for why I think so, but the point is this. They can read heart emanations. When they pick up a signal coming from someone's sad or scared heart, they tend to go to the source of those signals. They may not turn it into a personal encounter. There may be no eye contact, but they are just there. A dolphin fin showing up (whale as well) is, I would venture to say, a universal sign for reassurance. Dolphins are the great fear dissipators on the planet. 

When Burt Bacharach wrote the words "What the world needs now, is love sweet love, it's the only thing there is just too little of", he must have been channeling his inner dolphin. Dispelling fear is the way home and when fear leaves, love steps through the door. Dolphins are being very busy bees and certainly doing their part to help us humans feel loved, and safe. I think they are also saying "come on in, the water's fine" meaning, it is just fine for us to become like them and treat life as a great big fish banquet.

Do you ever stop and think that you are walking around on top of this ball spinning in space? We are like baby possoms riding on Mom's back or hanging on to her underside, (depending on which side of the earth you call "up".)

When I walk on this expanse of beach, it looks like Gaia's belly to me, like she is stretched out taking a sun bath.  She lays next to the waters of life that is the oh- so- amniotic sea, the womb that always welcomes us back when we swim in her.

As I am writing in this manner, I am acutely aware of an increase of vulnerability I have been feeling in this "new earth" that has now arrived in earnest. The vulnerability feels like it is connected with the nascence of everything in this year of 2013 and thusly, the need for the child, that would be us humans, to be protected as we get our bearings. What is old and dying is still around us and feels more unbearable than ever as contrasted to what is so new and fresh and ready to be formed and shaped by wonderful visions of possibility.

It is a strange time, an unpredictible time, a requiring- much- of- us time. For all that we feel a pressing need to give of ourselves in service, the most important priority of all is deep caring for ourselves as we go through what has not been before.
 
Self love that is understood in its particulars to the individual is the foundation which allows us to sustain the huge waves of compassion sweeping the planet now. Without deep and true regard for lovingly discerning our own very particular needs, the waves can pull us under and render us unable to help even ourselves at that point. The Divine Mother is such a large presence on our planet now, but she can do nothing for us if we do not open to receive.
 
Of all participants in this play of life, it seems that Lightworkers are the ones that need to be the most nudged ro remember the importance of self care first. It is just like on the airplane when they recommend that the parent put on the oxygen mask before putting one on the child. I write about this to remind you and myself as well.

So, whatever makes me feel loved and worthy of being loved, that I will now commit to doing so that I may experience compassion without limit, and with no threat of overwhelm. Laying on the mother's beachy belly is my plan of action. I don't think it is possible to resist the Divine Mother from that place.

Water makes things look different. Water makes things feel different. Water  changes our relationship with gravity. Water is the biggest element of a human being's body, without which we do not live. Water relaxes us. Water opens us to our greater sensitivities and intuition. Water enchants us. Water purifies us. Water teaches by example how to flow and move and surrender.

I could go on and on about this topic, as can you I am sure, stacking up the benefits. Water may be the singlemost valuable gift we have on this earth. That and sunlight.Not a day goes by that I do not think of that fact.

I hereby annoint this coming Valentine's Day also "Fall in Love with Water Day" as well. When we love water, she loves back. She knows when she is being appreciated. The nature spirits, the Undines, totally feel our responses. When playing in the surf (where Undines tend to congregate in great numbers) have you ever noticed how your energy level is endless? You have the Undines to thank for that, in part. And surfers all report the amazing inner bliss they feel. Undines again.
 
It is not only a loving thing to do to water, to love her with all our heart and focus on what she does for us, it may be the best guarantee that, in times of lack, water will communicate with us about where to find her. Something to think about. Oil we can adapt to having less of. Without water, our goose is cooked.

Truth is far more intriguing than anything we can make up. With our current stepped up modalities, that fact is going to become even more pronounced. Our consciousness is being so freed up from being tethered to our various ego identities and that in turn creates a space for the improbable to happen.

For my birthday about a decade ago, a friend took me to the airport to co-pilot this old navy fighter plane. At the time I was taking flying lessons. I have always loved being high up in the air. My father was a WWI flying ace so I come by it naturally.

So I am walking to get in the airplane when it happened. I felt it happen. Another consciousness joined me. I felt my walking gait change, and I felt my body adjust. I was so focused on the flying itself that I didn't pay what I was noticing too much mind. Once in the air, I felt my joy, but I felt as well the joy of another that was "hopping a ride" in my body. At first I thought it might be my Dad who had passed on decades before. But then I realized it was not. I could feel the other 'consciousness' looking out through my eyes and he (it was a 'he') was so happy. I also was happy.

Later after I returned home and had a chance to think about it, I came to the  conclusion that I did pick up a spirit hanging around the airport that loved to fly while in a body. The  spirit did not come home with me. My friend that took me to the airport absolutely noticed the shift in my body and demeanor when I got on the plane.

Unitive consciousness is where we humans are headed. To get there, we have to sustain many ego deaths. When we do partake in that consciousness of Oneness, the lines blur between ourselves. Apart from the paranormal aspect of my experience, I see it as a glimpse of the new Unity where we can share experiences in a whole new way. If someone has a particular physical gift,  perhaps the day will come when another consciousness can momentarily inhabit the body to experience that gift. I know. I know. Very far out thought, but why not? If one is solid enough in their own knowing of who they are as spirit, why not share talents in such a manner.

Just a thought. A wild one, but . . just a thought.