someone stepping into my body to briefly fly a navy plane from WWII 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. starfish being "re-hydrated" after being rescued As the story goes, a man walking on a beach that was covered with washed up starfish by the hundreds would lean over and toss them back into the sea.Someone stopped him and told him it wasn't going to make any difference, for there were so many stranded. The man tossed another one back into the sea and said "it did to that one." The five pointed star was, according to Leonardo da Vinci, the signature of the human with the head, two arms and two legs outstretched. When you divide the circle by five, you get the astrological aspect known as a quintile (72 degrees) which is very connected to talents of creating that go back to the esoteric knowledge of alchemy. The fifth harmonic in music is a powerful resonance for stirring soul responses. And on and on. There is just something about what starfish represent to our superconscious minds that provides a key to the enormous powers of creating, for good or for ill, that humans have. If I had to put in a sentence what is different now, in this 'new world' that was birthed in both 2011 and 2012, I would say that our human powers of creativity have been loosed in a whole new way. Whether you talk of it in terms of DNA strands replaced, or any other kind of language, things are simply more possible now having to do with our focus, vision and intent than ever before. In caring about the simple starfish (although not so simple . . .can you regrow a missing limb?), we are, on that superconscious level, reminding ourselves that we are all one. When you save a starfish, you are saying you care to save the whole. The power of that simple act has nothing to do with numbers. It is about intent. That is where we are currently exploding with power . . .with our intent, moment to moment. Proceed with consciousness, and with great love. There is something exhilarating when a storm moves in. Frightening sometimes but also very stimulating. When the dark and the light are right next to each other in great contrast, something in us wakes fully. We are forever trying to ban the dark. Annihilate it. Make it gone forever. In a unitive world, this would make sense, but in the dying days of duality, we have another job to do. We keep thinking it is to 'get rid of' all that we judge as being off the mark. I put to you, that is not our job at all. Our job is to dance, and allow and weave all threads. What usually comes up at this point is that allowing the truly darkest of darks is just . . well . . .unallowable. How could anyone in good consciouse allow that which we feel represents the very worst of humanity? I am not saying you have to approve of dark acts or like them. I am saying you have to allow them. What does that even mean? It means you accept that Love, which is all inclusive wins. When you kick no one out of creation, the sheer potency of that degree of acceptance always brings the sheep who wandered off back into the flock, eventually, and 'eventually' is the operative word here. This kind of potent love must be done outside of time because if you stay in time, you will run out of spiritual will or faith and have a horrible backlash of despair and rage that all your attempts to "love someone home" don't seem to be working. But if you are not watching the clock, miracles happen. This is the graduate course I am talking about, this level of love. How to get there? Dance. Love your own flaws. Find your neighbors' idiosyncracies amusing. Start small and build up. Just keep dancing. It is very hard to laugh at yourself, forgive yourself and hate yourself at the same time. (And as you know, being unhappy with anyone else is impossible when you fully accept yourself, dark side and all). It is hard to dance and identify with any one position or judgement at the same time. We just need to keep dancing . . .and dancing . . .and dancing. We are headed home. If it weren't for watching the slant of the sun shifting and marching across the landscape and my walls, and for observing the contellations glide from one side of the night sky to the other, I would swear time had stopped. I cannot explain exactly what I mean but so many are reporting a similar awareness so I may not have to. There used to be an inner sense of the passage of time and that simply seems missing now. What has replaced it is a feeling of that, instead of living inside a clock or a calendar now, I am living inside my own inner dimensions which jump timelines all over the place. Some of the side effects of this re-calibrating of the inner with the outer realms, which is one way of talking about it, are things like - the past becomes as vivid as the present, and seems very present. I remember conversations in great detail that I haven't had any reason to think of in decades. The future feels like it is floating in front of me full of boxes to check as to which future I want to be involved in creating. The future, instead of having to do with time seems to be about dealing with choice and decision. It does not feel distant, so there again, the future feels very present. When the lights went out in the Superbowl, there was something very surreal going on. The athletes, once filled with adrenalin with their goal of winning firmly in tow now found themselves floating in a state of having no goals temporarily. It was just a little example of what I am speaking of. My guess is that there are many very revealing stories about what was going on with everyone during the black out. I think we have been set free, we of the human persuasion, and we are trying to figure out how to handle this degree of say-so in creation. Linear time has been both a jailor and a scaffolding. We have been able to use it to figure out where we are, and, it has made us feel limited at the same time. We still have clocks and calendars and plan accordingly, but something has definitively shifted. I think we are weaning ourselves away from some dependencies. It is a whole different thing to move in accordance with our inner promptings and it takes spiritual maturity. It also takes getting used to. Once we adapt, we are going to feel like kids at the fair.I have been saying til I'm hoarse, we are supposed to be having a wonderful time here in this earthside experience. As the saying goes 'there is no time like the present'. I think the new saying should be: "there is only the present and it is in 'no time'."That's what it feels like from over here. bas relief in Greece We humans have gotten so much so wrong for so long in our relationship with Nature. But we also got some things very right along the way, and we need to not paint ourselves as totally black souled in our ignorance. But that was the past. This time we are in is our chance to redeem ourselves in some very big ways. The first order of the day is to see clearly what was done, by our hand and our choices, and what is still being done where there is ignorance. The second thing is to forgive ourselves knowing we were not in a position to see what we were doing, which means to now forgive others who are still blinded. And most importantly, now we must, in a state of self forgiveness (which is very much like a return to innocence) teach by example. As we loudly and demonstrably live in partnership with Nature, we can let the fruits of doing that be the testimony that can help others have a change of perspective and a change of heart. Our options now are so wide open to work with a freed up power we house in our hearts and psyches. This is not the time for regret or anger or lamenting. It is the time of creating, birthing, producing and living in a way that will be called by those just waking up 'miraculous.' We are already forgiven. We just need to forgive ourselves. Ireland, close to Tara Rocks are people too. They know things which they will share but you have to understand, they are not real chatty. To hear the wisdom of a rock, you have to slow waaay down. If you have an ounce of impatience in you, you will learn exactly nothing from them. But if you become indifferent to trying to get anything to happen, and just decide to sit on a rock, lean on a rock, put your hand on a rock and be at peace . . . oh my. You will hear truth. It may or may not come to you in words, but it registers as truth. Rocks are the great preservers of that which is ancient. If you want to step back in time, visit an ancient site that was built of stone. Try to be there away from distractions of other people, if possible, and listen. Listen hard and listen deep. It is the best time machine ever. When I visited Karnak Temple in Egypt, I was, as are all who come, so lifted up by the scale of things, and the beauty and grandeur of the place. But even more than appreciating the visual, I wanted to LISTEN and to listen with no one around. I did not get to do that but I knew if I had been able to, I would have learned much. Rocks are not dumb. They are not ignorant. They are conscious and aware but at a vibratory rate that most people are not able to easily match. To commune with any consciousness, we must be able to get on the same wave length. For some reason, speed of thought has been made god so conversing with rocks is not a popular pursuit. But still and all . . . if time travel interests you, may I recommend getting 'stoned' in the best of ways, by listening to the wisdom keepers. Muir Woods in California When you have been scrambling over a rocky path in your life, trying to get your bearings and suddenly, the rocks end and there is a road with a SIGN on it, it is a halleluia moment. Something about a sign that lets you know, you are not the first to come this way, and you are not lost, just in unfamiliar territory, what a relief. Let's face it. Our most found moments in life, in which we know who we are, what we are doing and where we are going, always get followed by . . . you guessed it. More lost moments. More rocks and lack of any clear indication as to where to go. Sometimes those moments last for only seconds, but sometimes they are prolonged if there is an especially deep soul lesson being learned. Always though, around some bend, sometimes when you are least expecting it, suddenly the road appears with a sign on it to indicate where you are or where you are headed. Life is good to us in this regard. I remember while trekking in the Himalayas one time, we had been going for 8 hours in very uphill and rocky terrain and I was beyond exhausted. The sherpas kept saying we were "almost there" but I soon found out, that meant "I don't want to tell you how far we really have to go for you would despair." At one point, I just had to take a time out to sob, and sob hard, from exhaustion and feeling I was at my limit, but then, post crying, I carried on, and sure enough, there came a time when there was a sign that we had reached our destination. My cup ranneth over at that point. That joy was provided to me because of what I had just endured. And that is always the way. After the great effort comes even greater joy. If only we could hold to that Faith constantly, life would be so much easier, or, I should say when we do hold to that Faith, then life IS so much easier.. my attempt to ride a baby wave Timing and reflexes and sometimes, nerve. That is what taking advantage of opportunities is all about. One reason I have had a passion for doing astrology (been doing it professionally since 1977) is that it absolutely tells you when is the red light, the yellow light and the green light, and at which intersections. It tells you when the killer waves are going to come in and what you can do to position yourself to catch them. It tells you when you might feel dead in the water as you are forced to re-trench. You may not know what dishes life is going to serve you up, but you know what the flavors will be. Shakespeare admonished us not to blame the stars for our failures for it is not their fault if our efforts seem to come to naught sometimes. He also said, "the stars do not compell, they impell." When I do readings, so often a person is able to bear witness to how attuned they were to the flow of energy in their charts even while they felt they were in the dark or being swept along by tides outside themselves.. They can actually see how life wasn't so much doing to them as they were responding to life as it was presenting at that point. You get the ball back in your court by such awareness.. We ourselves have to sniff the wind, decide what is important and which risks are worth it, and play to our strengths. There are no guarantees about anything in life, but there are probabilities, and the stars shed light on what they are, if you will pardon the pun. Into each life, some rain must fall so, contrary to the American compulsion to have pleasure at all times and avoid pain at all costs, we are strengthened by handling challenges. Perhaps most importantly of all, we have a chance to get to know ourselves very intimately as we respond to the rough stuff as well as to the times of exceedingly good fortune. My philosophy - love the challenges as much as you love your prospect of success in the eyes of the world. The world will fade away from you at some point, but you will be with yourself forever. Self respect for how you decide to handle your very unique -to-you life choices is a wondrous thing. And who knows, maybe a chart reading for 2013 is "in your stars." Here's more information! salmon swimming upstream for all he is worth When is 'going with the flow' wrong? Now that is a great big question. Live long enough, and you figure out that everything 'right' is wrong in some context, and everything 'wrong' is right in some context. So who is to say what you should do in any given moment? Your Soul. That's who. And how do you hear the voice of your Soul and distinguish it from other voices? Practice. Practice. Practice. On the face of it, listening to the voice of your Soul would seem to be an easy thing, for after all, it is YOUR soul. And doesn't a mother recognize her own child? There is brain washing a plenty on this planet. Getting confused about our true inner ethic can happen more easily than you might think. So what does all this have to do with salmon swimming upstream, you may ask? For one, it is considered evolved knowledge to know that we are best off when we 'go with the flow.' Salmon don't do that. At the appropriate time, they go completely against the flow. So how do we know when it is our turn to apply salmon wisdom? I think there is only one way, which I have already alluded to. Listen to the voice of your Soul. Learn to distinguish it from everything else that is. Doing this is an art form. Some are better at it than others, but all can improve, no matter what their starting point. You will have to come up with your own best way of hearing your Soul speak to you but I will share what works for me. Yes, it is an inner 'knowing' that I get but what leads to that knowing is always the same thing. Joy. A bubble of joy. It may last for less than a second or go on for hours, but that is when I know I am riding my own Soul Train. One last piece of salmon wisdom. When it is time for them to 'go against the flow', that is when they turn bright pink. The color comes from the huge amount of oxygen they are getting from the rushing waters. When it is time for you to go against the flow, whatever that flow might be (going against your families rules, or friends or the culture you were brought up in), the Universe will give you a huge surge of energy to support what you must do, to co-operate with your destiny. Just know that, and enjoy the journey with all the vigor of the salmon who seem to be having the time of their lives in their amazing journey upstream. Even if they end up in a bear's mouth, or soon dead after spawning, they are living their destiny full out. We should do so well. |
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