Often we hand over our power to others. Our parents, our friends, society. We hang on to a story largely built on anothers' opinion of us. What we 'should' be doing. Who we 'should' be. Where we 'should' be.
We take these packages without bothering to see where they are coming from. When we feel slighted, belittled, disrespected, we automatically blame the other. In that moment we have willingly handed over the guidance system for our own vessel.
But....We can regain control of our ship! By doing the internal work and asking the hard questions, we can transcend the public transportation we have so expertly ridden.
We often convince ourselves that we don't want to see what we are reflecting. When looking in the mirror, we quickly fall into the line of self judgment. With a little tweaking of perception, we can learn to go beyond that. It then becomes much like having to walk through the spiders web to reach Eden! An adventure sprinkled with fear and bound by bravery! How much do we truly yearn for that space of acceptance, and how bravely can we nurture ourselves to get there?
Like the old saying goes it is representative of the onion. Layers upon layers. The deeper we go, the closer to the core we get.
How do we do this?
We take a moment.
We begin to settle and begin to ask questions.
Why did that make you upset?
It made me feel bad, small and insignificant.
Why did it make you feel small and insignificant?
Because I have always been made to feel that way when I step forward.
Why have you always felt that way?
Any time I would share my thoughts I was always told I didn't know anything.
Why do you think you didn't know anything?
Because that's what everyone told me.
So you feel you don't know anything because 'others' told you so?
Yes.
In your heart did your thoughts make sense to you?
Yes.
So then you have assumed they know your own genius better than you do and you are looking for validation.
At the end of the day, we have taken on the opinions and insecurities of others. We learn to ignore our own heart constantly searching for a place to fit in. We learn to play small and insignificant within ourselves. In turn we turn to the outside to gain recognition for which we can not sustain. Forgetting that our own heart and skin is the only place we need to fit in.
We long for validation and apology from outside forces. Should it arrive, we are still left empty for know one can truly know our individual heart. True understanding, as we imagine it to be, is futile. A sense of commonality at this level lies only in our imagination.
We need to venture one step further to fully take the wheel of our own vessel. It is a surrendering to ourselves. At the core, beyond all training and blind belief, we ourselves feel insignificant and small. We have allowed this to radiate out like a beacon beckoning to prove us right in our own view of ourselves. Due to our own lack of self respect and self love we have unwittingly set ourselves up to receive only that which validates our own lack of self worth.
Cultures all over the world have shown us the importance of the self. Journeying, soul retrievals, meditations, prayer to name a few, are all tools to reconnect to our own divinity. Find and love the unique being you are so we too may see and stand in awe!
It is a lone journey, this life. The journey to the self can carry no company.
As Lady Galadriel says to Frodo, "To bear a ring of power is to be alone."
We all bear a ring of power, only ours comes as a suit. Bearing our suits of power. Alone. A vessel of flesh, blood and bone. No one can truly understand our suit for it has room for only one.
That is where the beauty lies. A gift beyond all measure. Though we are alone in this gift, so is all others upon this Earth. Each one only responsible to wear and care for their own Suits of power as we all travel along a path of our own choosing. It is what we all share. The responsibility of loving and honoring ourselves lies within ourselves. Each of us holds a heart that only speaks to us, in a language that only we can understand. A guidance system only we can truly operate.
That is where the communion lies. All of us individual drops in the ocean of life. Together individually bound by our suits.
Together we make the human experience.
Together life.
One Earth.
One Earth.
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Sunday, January 1, 2017
Stories in winter.
Every life is fraught with stories. Stories of an existence beyond the memories of the mind.
Some come to me in dreams while others hang on the edge of a formless thought.
All seem lost beneath a blanket of fresh fallen snow. Wisps of a time just beyond my reach, peeking like the last blades of grass rendering for the final breath of light.
There they lie. Absorbed by an ever changing landscape of experiences and speculation.
Most seem unattainable, but all lend qualities we can not yet ascertain to this momentary stop in this our cosmic journey.
The passages of time will continue to fall, and all in it's path will seem forever a formless image, but beneath the qualm that shifts and reshapes like the accumulations of snow dancing in the wind, images will expose but a paltry piece to add to an ever amassing puzzle.
It matters not, these stories painted white on white. For me they are indulgences in which to bind meaning and excitement to a life already permeated with expansion. The inspection, though full of enthrallment and promises of magic, allows for a momentary solace like one would use a puzzle. To gaze searching for the next piece of a work that will never truly be done, but will tantalize me to attempt it's grandeur non the less.
So as my eyes peruse the geometrics of winter descending weightlessly on the breeze, I configure yet another specimen to an already abundant story. Each segment coming to a momentary cessation upon which to discover and speculate what may lie within each spatial branch of an already miraculous essence.
One Earth.
Some come to me in dreams while others hang on the edge of a formless thought.
All seem lost beneath a blanket of fresh fallen snow. Wisps of a time just beyond my reach, peeking like the last blades of grass rendering for the final breath of light.
There they lie. Absorbed by an ever changing landscape of experiences and speculation.
Most seem unattainable, but all lend qualities we can not yet ascertain to this momentary stop in this our cosmic journey.
The passages of time will continue to fall, and all in it's path will seem forever a formless image, but beneath the qualm that shifts and reshapes like the accumulations of snow dancing in the wind, images will expose but a paltry piece to add to an ever amassing puzzle.
It matters not, these stories painted white on white. For me they are indulgences in which to bind meaning and excitement to a life already permeated with expansion. The inspection, though full of enthrallment and promises of magic, allows for a momentary solace like one would use a puzzle. To gaze searching for the next piece of a work that will never truly be done, but will tantalize me to attempt it's grandeur non the less.
So as my eyes peruse the geometrics of winter descending weightlessly on the breeze, I configure yet another specimen to an already abundant story. Each segment coming to a momentary cessation upon which to discover and speculate what may lie within each spatial branch of an already miraculous essence.
One Earth.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
This Moment.
And I woke up this morning to a world full of promise. A sky
filled with hope for the sun yet to arrive to kiss the earth that is still
asleep covered with the blanket of slumber held by winters magic.
The light grows upon my eyes and I am always in captivation
of what is to come for I can never be sure of the unfolding.
Should the clouds stay and tantalize me with a promise or
will they wisp away and allow forth the glimmer of warmth that will rain forth
through my windows and sooth the chill still resting on my tired body?
It is never promised, this day that caresses us. Though we
would like to believe the morning comes for we have willed it to, the truth is
it simply arrives whether we wish it or not.
The birds sing, melodious and sweet.
The sleeping branches sway their winter song.
All creatures bound by this existence continue each morning,
each night as it has always been regardless of my current state of ambiguousness.
Each moment in perpetual motion set forth by a hand we can only imagine to be
there.
Yes, onward it comes and I reminded of my minuscule matter
in this tidal wave of life. No more than the drop of water careening down the
side of my cup pulled by a force I can not see, but propels me just the same.
Perhaps this is all imagination, fooling myself that I can
direct the course my feet should travel. Maybe the destination is no more than
words put together to ease my discomfort during times of melancholy. Time no
more real than the imaginations of crazy thought bought by those still in their
dormancy and willingly scuffed off to those too fraught with confusion to do anything
more than follow.
It matters not. The morning will come on a chariot sending
forth hues of pink and powdered blue to set the stage, an asseveration of a
night that will step aside and ring on the golden disc that is our sun.
Morning, it seems, can not be restrained. Some will greet it
dancing, rested on toes bursting with anticipation of a song yet to be heard. Poised
for a choreography not yet written, but filled with curiosity and excitement, while
others will offer no more recognition to it’s statement than that of their
discarded thoughts.
And I?
The birds have awakened from their slumber, nattering on
about things I can only imagine. The sky has opened and the sun smiles on all
that my eyes can feast and beyond. Nothing is certain, and yet, though in the
distance there are clouds willing to obscure the light now billowing onto my
face, I feel content. Content for now to simply witness the nondiscrimination
that the winter capped mountains hold as their faces glow with plumes of pink,
orange and gold to hold there until at last their frozen tops lends way to
white.
Relaxed to know that regardless of their seeming frivolity
flitting about the landscape of prairie and tree, the birds will continue to
sing a song I may never understand, but my heart cherishes it just the same.
Peace. Peace to know that this moment is unlike any moment
preceding it, or that will come again. Knowing that in this moment I have
captured it as a picture, imprinted on the pages of my soul and that each
moment proceeding has the purview to extend to such heights and impermanent
nature as this one.
One Earth.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Gratitude
Gratitude starts with ourselves. A simple acknowledgement of life. Like everything on this journey, it is an inside job and it starts with each one of us.
Gratitude is more than a word. It is a feeling, a knowing.
Knowing I could have been anyone, anywhere, with any combination of souls to travel with is awe inspiring! But I got to be me!
I had the blessing to have the parents and childhood that gave me the lessons and experiences that helped me evolve to the person I am today. Each moment, each circumstance and every choice I made led me here. Right now, this moment. Though there are moments in which I can honestly I was not proud, gracious, or even understanding, each moment was merely a lesson of grace. Through the rivers of time I have been learning and evolving in the gift of life with gratitude.
Gratitude starts with me.
Grateful for this body that I inhabit. Though there are times I have felt less than gracious for this life vessel, the more I have learned to appreciate it, the more symbiotic we become.
Indebtedness for this Heart. A Heart with its own voice and wisdom. My beautiful Heart that has shown me, that although I may not like a person, place, situation or even myself, even though it aches and gives me a sense of emptiness, my Heart still loves. Loves each person, place, situation and me. Unconditional.
Gratitude for my mind. A mind that has shown me a different view. A different perspective. Though it hasn't always been easy to hear a different set of drums it has afforded me a uniquely beautiful view of life. It is a gift and the more I see it that way the more my centers work together. Each one slowly vibrating at the same frequency forming an unshakable whole.
In the end there is always benediction for Spirit/Creator. For I carry with me always, the knowledge I am but a seed of the Universe from which all this is possible.
My path is often hidden from view, but if there is one single purpose I should choose to acknowledge, it would be to be able to show each and every being that they too deserve to feel gratitude for themselves. That each should know that they too are so much more than they think. That against all that we have been told to believe, Gratitude is not for a select few, for the more deserving. It is our right. It is the front door to our 'home'. May we all know that we are more courageous, infinitely wiser and wildly more gifted than we 'choose' to see.
Should Gratitude of ourselves be our top priority, then what a brighter world we will have gifted ourselves.
One Earth.
Gratitude is more than a word. It is a feeling, a knowing.
Knowing I could have been anyone, anywhere, with any combination of souls to travel with is awe inspiring! But I got to be me!
I had the blessing to have the parents and childhood that gave me the lessons and experiences that helped me evolve to the person I am today. Each moment, each circumstance and every choice I made led me here. Right now, this moment. Though there are moments in which I can honestly I was not proud, gracious, or even understanding, each moment was merely a lesson of grace. Through the rivers of time I have been learning and evolving in the gift of life with gratitude.
Gratitude starts with me.
Grateful for this body that I inhabit. Though there are times I have felt less than gracious for this life vessel, the more I have learned to appreciate it, the more symbiotic we become.
Indebtedness for this Heart. A Heart with its own voice and wisdom. My beautiful Heart that has shown me, that although I may not like a person, place, situation or even myself, even though it aches and gives me a sense of emptiness, my Heart still loves. Loves each person, place, situation and me. Unconditional.
Gratitude for my mind. A mind that has shown me a different view. A different perspective. Though it hasn't always been easy to hear a different set of drums it has afforded me a uniquely beautiful view of life. It is a gift and the more I see it that way the more my centers work together. Each one slowly vibrating at the same frequency forming an unshakable whole.
In the end there is always benediction for Spirit/Creator. For I carry with me always, the knowledge I am but a seed of the Universe from which all this is possible.
My path is often hidden from view, but if there is one single purpose I should choose to acknowledge, it would be to be able to show each and every being that they too deserve to feel gratitude for themselves. That each should know that they too are so much more than they think. That against all that we have been told to believe, Gratitude is not for a select few, for the more deserving. It is our right. It is the front door to our 'home'. May we all know that we are more courageous, infinitely wiser and wildly more gifted than we 'choose' to see.
Should Gratitude of ourselves be our top priority, then what a brighter world we will have gifted ourselves.
One Earth.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
You are not Too much
What a beautiful gift of life we have been given. Each moment we have the freedom of choice, thoughts, emotions and knowledge. No matter where we are in the world we have the ability to live in our own unique energetic way.
It is our uniqueness that brings such a richness to this plane of existence and so it baffles me that many of us are searching for ways to dim that light with monotone. Even worse we have this knee jerk reaction to always belittle ourselves. I can not believe how many people I see that are so convinced that their 'energy' is so bad! Let's clear up this misconception!
I completely understand when we are in a funk, we feel out of balance, or even crusty, that within ourselves it is uncomfortable and sometimes even unbearable. We are not 'bad', we may not feel good, but in the grand scope of things there is not good or bad. We are simply 'where we are'. Yes others can tell that you may not be vibrationally matched with them, you may even give them the willies energetically speaking, but that does not make you bad or too much to handle. Noticing this unbalance in yourself simply means you are ready to grow and expand from your box.....if you want to, on your terms, by your choice and at your speed.
Life wasn't designed for sameness anywhere and we are no different. It is a learning expedition full of twists and turns, colours and magic. Our frequencies are wonderfully different and full of knowledge and potential! We crave balance in an environment that is prone to extremism, but to think that it will all look the same is preposterous.
What works for one usually won't be the secret recipe for another. Find what speaks to you, and adapt it to work for YOU. Free yourself from self judgment and understand that you are perfect as you are in this moment and should you FEEL like some help and support is needed, then seek it on your terms. The fear that you are too much to handle and your going to 'blow up' your energy worker is a fabrication of the mind.
As every energy worker I have had the pleasure of sharing space with knows, we all have our own unique blend and technique that we work with and through, and non of it is better than, less than, good, bad or indifferent. It simply is and we embrace our unique styles.
We are where we are. Rainbows of experience blessing this plane with our idiosyncrasies.
One Earth.
It is our uniqueness that brings such a richness to this plane of existence and so it baffles me that many of us are searching for ways to dim that light with monotone. Even worse we have this knee jerk reaction to always belittle ourselves. I can not believe how many people I see that are so convinced that their 'energy' is so bad! Let's clear up this misconception!
I completely understand when we are in a funk, we feel out of balance, or even crusty, that within ourselves it is uncomfortable and sometimes even unbearable. We are not 'bad', we may not feel good, but in the grand scope of things there is not good or bad. We are simply 'where we are'. Yes others can tell that you may not be vibrationally matched with them, you may even give them the willies energetically speaking, but that does not make you bad or too much to handle. Noticing this unbalance in yourself simply means you are ready to grow and expand from your box.....if you want to, on your terms, by your choice and at your speed.
Life wasn't designed for sameness anywhere and we are no different. It is a learning expedition full of twists and turns, colours and magic. Our frequencies are wonderfully different and full of knowledge and potential! We crave balance in an environment that is prone to extremism, but to think that it will all look the same is preposterous.
What works for one usually won't be the secret recipe for another. Find what speaks to you, and adapt it to work for YOU. Free yourself from self judgment and understand that you are perfect as you are in this moment and should you FEEL like some help and support is needed, then seek it on your terms. The fear that you are too much to handle and your going to 'blow up' your energy worker is a fabrication of the mind.
As every energy worker I have had the pleasure of sharing space with knows, we all have our own unique blend and technique that we work with and through, and non of it is better than, less than, good, bad or indifferent. It simply is and we embrace our unique styles.
We are where we are. Rainbows of experience blessing this plane with our idiosyncrasies.
One Earth.
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Being an Empath is a gift
Now more than ever it feels as though the number of Empaths are on the rise, that or more of us are becoming aware of our empathetic connections. Either way, here we are and though it may not feel like it, it truly is a blessing!
How do you know if you are an Empath? I believe we all are in some way, but here are some great indicators!
Most people feel that that is just part of being an Empath and there is nothing we can do about it. For many this means they withdraw socially and build themselves into a cocoon. Most have decided that they 'hate' people. Others will turn to controlling everything and everyone around them just so they have a sense of control. Many will become 'people pleasers' because they sense that that is what is expected of them. All are ways of coping with feelings that are not their own, but they don't know how to deal with it and it can reek havoc on our lives!
As an Empath I have struggled with all of these and more! Though it felt like a burden at first, I have learned to use it to my benefit! As an Energy worker I deal with all kinds of energy and being an Empath enables me to receive guidance more easily, I can judge the air in a room better, and know whether an idea will be well received or if I should keep it to myself!LOL
I have found that through intention I can limit how much I take on. So while in sessions I make it clear that I hang on to nothing, but receive just enough to guide me for the betterment of my client.
My next big step is I take that which is within myself, and radiate that out. What do I mean by that? Well it is simple, energy runs in both directions (all directions really). Like a highway running north and south, you can travel in either direction just turn the car around!
We all have a gift that is true to us. That one thing within us that is always trying to greet everyone!
For me it is Joy. Now I wasn't impressed by this gift at first. My ego wanted for something 'more', but everywhere I went I had always been told how everyone could feel my Joy, even when I couldn't! Our gifts always show themselves! In time I realized what a gift it truly is and I am so grateful that it is my gift!
So not only can I take on and feel those around me, but the opposite is also true. I simply reverse the flow of energy. I allow the energy within myself to now emanate from myself, sending out waves of love, compassion and Joy!! It takes some practise, but it took practise to keep yourself submerged in the onslaught of emotional poo too. It didn't happen overnight for me. I had to become aware of it first, trust myself to know what was mine and what wasn't, be willing to let all that wasn't mine go, and then practise. It is a practise, but such a rewarding one. When I started I began to feel lighter, I felt like I was able to flow through life better. It has truly impacted every part of my life for the better.
So you don't need to be the emotional sponge soaking up every ones poo, unless you want to, you can be, and deserve to be, the fresh air in your own life!!
We are all more powerful than we realize!
One Earth.
How do you know if you are an Empath? I believe we all are in some way, but here are some great indicators!
- Crowded spaces make you uncomfortable
- You've always been told you are too sensitive
- You feel what others feel even before they tell you
- Negativity overwhelms you
- You have digestive and fatigue issues
- Being in public overwhelms you
- Narcissists bother you
- You get bored easily
Most people feel that that is just part of being an Empath and there is nothing we can do about it. For many this means they withdraw socially and build themselves into a cocoon. Most have decided that they 'hate' people. Others will turn to controlling everything and everyone around them just so they have a sense of control. Many will become 'people pleasers' because they sense that that is what is expected of them. All are ways of coping with feelings that are not their own, but they don't know how to deal with it and it can reek havoc on our lives!
As an Empath I have struggled with all of these and more! Though it felt like a burden at first, I have learned to use it to my benefit! As an Energy worker I deal with all kinds of energy and being an Empath enables me to receive guidance more easily, I can judge the air in a room better, and know whether an idea will be well received or if I should keep it to myself!LOL
I have found that through intention I can limit how much I take on. So while in sessions I make it clear that I hang on to nothing, but receive just enough to guide me for the betterment of my client.
My next big step is I take that which is within myself, and radiate that out. What do I mean by that? Well it is simple, energy runs in both directions (all directions really). Like a highway running north and south, you can travel in either direction just turn the car around!
We all have a gift that is true to us. That one thing within us that is always trying to greet everyone!
For me it is Joy. Now I wasn't impressed by this gift at first. My ego wanted for something 'more', but everywhere I went I had always been told how everyone could feel my Joy, even when I couldn't! Our gifts always show themselves! In time I realized what a gift it truly is and I am so grateful that it is my gift!
So not only can I take on and feel those around me, but the opposite is also true. I simply reverse the flow of energy. I allow the energy within myself to now emanate from myself, sending out waves of love, compassion and Joy!! It takes some practise, but it took practise to keep yourself submerged in the onslaught of emotional poo too. It didn't happen overnight for me. I had to become aware of it first, trust myself to know what was mine and what wasn't, be willing to let all that wasn't mine go, and then practise. It is a practise, but such a rewarding one. When I started I began to feel lighter, I felt like I was able to flow through life better. It has truly impacted every part of my life for the better.
So you don't need to be the emotional sponge soaking up every ones poo, unless you want to, you can be, and deserve to be, the fresh air in your own life!!
We are all more powerful than we realize!
One Earth.
Monday, September 12, 2016
Healer
What does it mean to be a healer?
A healer to me is someone that allows themselves to momentarily 'feel' the being before them. To 'see' them with utter and complete compassion.
A healer is more than a piece of paper on the wall. More that a told story of 'years' of education. More than a list of successes that seemingly go on and on. That is ego and none of that matters.
Regardless of the modality one chooses, healing itself goes far beyond. Healing is participatory, as becoming ill is also participatory. The recipient is the ultimate healer. The Healer is merely the facilitator in the process. A simple conduit to aid in the recipients own healing ability.
When the recipient is resistant to the aid they have sought, then the facilitator seems ineffective. In reality one will only accept what one is willing to accept. If one is blinded by disbelief, feels unworthy, or beyond help, then so it is.
One must also do the work. In a society that is continually looking for the magic pill, or are of the mind that all must be a difficult arduous process, this can be difficult to transcend ingrained beliefs. This does not have to be, but it is a practice as it was a practice to believe the negatory in the first place. A practice to allow oneself to think and feel for oneself. The ultimate art of listening to ones own inner voice and tune out the other voices, if only for a moment. It is simply being in the moment and surrendering. To see that not everything needs to be offered a reaction, but that it all deserves our compassion.....we are all deserving of our own self compassion.
It is only then that a Healer can then aid in the release. A Healer is no more that a tool for the universe to use. We simply surrender ourselves and allow the universe to work through us for you. If we are resistant to surrendering then we are also ineffective. As only when we can offer ourselves compassion does our own self healing take place. To truly heal one must be willing to let go of perceived control, and surrender.
So at the core, for a Healer to be a healer, one must have compassion, be willing to allow the universe to flow unobstructed, and have a recipient willing to be participatory in their own healing.
Together we become an exquisitely sacred threesome united with the love that we are.
One Earth.
A healer to me is someone that allows themselves to momentarily 'feel' the being before them. To 'see' them with utter and complete compassion.
A healer is more than a piece of paper on the wall. More that a told story of 'years' of education. More than a list of successes that seemingly go on and on. That is ego and none of that matters.
Regardless of the modality one chooses, healing itself goes far beyond. Healing is participatory, as becoming ill is also participatory. The recipient is the ultimate healer. The Healer is merely the facilitator in the process. A simple conduit to aid in the recipients own healing ability.
When the recipient is resistant to the aid they have sought, then the facilitator seems ineffective. In reality one will only accept what one is willing to accept. If one is blinded by disbelief, feels unworthy, or beyond help, then so it is.
One must also do the work. In a society that is continually looking for the magic pill, or are of the mind that all must be a difficult arduous process, this can be difficult to transcend ingrained beliefs. This does not have to be, but it is a practice as it was a practice to believe the negatory in the first place. A practice to allow oneself to think and feel for oneself. The ultimate art of listening to ones own inner voice and tune out the other voices, if only for a moment. It is simply being in the moment and surrendering. To see that not everything needs to be offered a reaction, but that it all deserves our compassion.....we are all deserving of our own self compassion.
It is only then that a Healer can then aid in the release. A Healer is no more that a tool for the universe to use. We simply surrender ourselves and allow the universe to work through us for you. If we are resistant to surrendering then we are also ineffective. As only when we can offer ourselves compassion does our own self healing take place. To truly heal one must be willing to let go of perceived control, and surrender.
So at the core, for a Healer to be a healer, one must have compassion, be willing to allow the universe to flow unobstructed, and have a recipient willing to be participatory in their own healing.
Together we become an exquisitely sacred threesome united with the love that we are.
One Earth.
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