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You know that moment when you either want to slap something silly or burst out laughing? Well, that’s what happened to me yesterday. I chose to laugh out loud. After all, hitting the object of my inspiration would have hurt me.

Ever wash dishes? Ever scrubbed them with a brush? Ever seen one of Screen Shot 2016-04-29 at 4.15.22 PMthese little guys, that sit on your counter by way of a teeny tiny suction cup? I have fought with these things for ever! I don’t know if Ikea is the only supplier of such beasts, but this also didn’t come with a manual. I have tried wetting the surface, drying the surface, gently pushing down on the suction cup, and downright slamming it on the counter. The crazy little gizmo would look at me and say, “Nah, not gonna let you succeed.” And it would drop into the sink with a thud. Or worse, into a sink full of water, splashing me with water and hysterical enjoyment.

Well last night I used the brush, put it on the edge of the sink and do you know what it had the audacity to do? It fell, suction cup first, and ever so simply secured itself to the bottom of the rinse sink. Just like the last tumbler of a lock gliding smoothly into place, it stood there waiting for my response. Yeah, I had no option but to laugh at the little bugger.

My Dad was curious at what I was laughing about, and I told him. He picked up the scrubby buddy and just let go again, and that thing stood to attention again, not so much mocking me now. I was getting the message.

Why does it take a human so long to really shift into something new. Well, the shift is painless and instantaneous, but the little bit before when the mind is still struggling with letting go, the battle can seem eternal. Like my fight with the scrubber brush.

Again this is all about allowing. Not trying to force things to happen. Not controlling the outcome. Simply allowing and letting go. When we trust, the natural response happens effortlessly. Things just click into place, as they say, and the struggle is gone. Actually, the struggle has never existed.

Thought of the day:
I trust and allow myself to be exactly “where” and “when” appropriate to manifest into my reality all that I already am.

That may be a little abstract, but let it be. It’s the mind that needs to understand it, but the essential part of us already does.

By the way, it really does work. Just release. My new slogan.

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Here’s another question. Would it kill high school students to be, I don’t know, POLITE and RESPECTFUL?

I pulled into a parking spot at my daughter’s high school, but it wasn’t a pretty moment. Actually it was a bit of a noisy operation as I heard my front tire squeal in objection, pulling a tad big too close to the curb as I turned in. I was not centered in my spot, but I was straight. A fact I was reminded of when I eventually pulled out of the parking stall. Straight is what mattered, and I most certainly wasn’t blocking anyone out of his or her vehicle to my right.

And still it seems I ruined some young lass’s home time. She was cursing as she walked between our two vehicles with her backpack strapped on, banging her water bottle the passenger door of my van in the process. And you bet I heard her calling me a bitch, she didn’t restrain her voice. And then she continued to complain to her friends heading to their own vehicles as she goes around to the other side of her SUV to get in from the passenger side. Ah, a wee bit of overkill? Drama queens. Gotta love ‘em.

Yes, I did get her licence plate number. Alberta registration. Wonder how long they’ve been in BC without getting new registration for this province? Should I file a complaint? To who? Would they even care? Someone might care if they have been in BC for more than three months and got caught… But not the authorities, I was sure of that. I’ve witnessed stupid road rage in high school parking lots before, and a lot worse than this. This was not of the same calibre, but I wanted to stand up for myself, and show this not-quite-a-child-any-longer but not-yet-a-grown-woman that it’s really not that cool to act in such a manner. In fact it’s quite immature. After all, one day she would need to learn to be respectful and responsible. Hell, one day she may even have kids of her own. What kind of role model will she be for them.

But it wasn’t my job to parent her. It did, however, get me thinking about this thing called “allowing”. Again. It’s been something I’ve been allowing and mentally working through for quite some time.

Allowing what? Allowing others to walk all over me? To let them have control over me? To let them take advantage of me? No. Allowing has nothing to do with another person at all!

Allowing is about one person alone. That’s the one peeking back at me when I look into the mirror. Allowing is so simple. And allowing is the most difficult thing to get a grasp on for the human. And I’m still walking “human” a lot it seems.

When one is ready to let go of controlling a situation and simply trusting, one is ready for allowing. No control. No drama. No uneasy feeling inside at all. No listening to what others say you should do. No reacting because it’s what others say is best.

It’s a tough place to be, this place of allowing. It can be very difficult because others around us will want to get their say in, their way in, dictate from their filters. That’s when the battle with the mind gets stronger, even once a decision is made to allow. Once that choice is made, suddenly all the creepy crawlies from past experiences and even self-empowerment books will come and say we’re doing it all wrong.

This itself is a journey. We choose to allow. Congratulations. We even win some battles with friends and family. Kudos. This process is one I think we should call a practice. You know, like the joke about doctors having a medical practice because they’re still learning, getting it right… Allowing is a pathway of practice. But with each time we just rest in allowing the stronger we get.

And this strength, again, is not mental or human in any way. This strength is found somewhere deeper. That’s why people on the outside see it as a weakness, perhaps, because they can’t see the blossoming occuring within us. Sure, some say they can. Even most intuitives don’t feel into the pureness of of the soul as they will sense things with their own filters. This is never about them anyway. And here is another opportune area we can practice allowing.

So how can we tell when we are truly in allowing? Let’s find another word for this to gain some insight. Freedom. Allowing and freedom are both truly attitudes. It’s where we find ourselves once we have truly forgiven ourselves for the lack that is in truth impossible, because One is our core essence. And within One there can not be any lack of any kind. It’s when we are at a place without need for controlling anything, that simple trust that it all comes to us, already and always. It’s the freedom we feel when there is nothing hanging over us, and there is no need to defend ourselves because defensive measures simply aren’t in our experience of living.

Sound like something only a yogi or monk can achieve? I can’t answer for them, but I do know that it’s really nothing to achieve at all. Allowing is who we are. That is, before we succumbed to humanity’s ways of absence and imprisonment. Or should I say, surrendered our divine freedom in order to be accepted, safe, supported, and all from the outside.

True, these things can be very important to the human trying to survive. But our priorities are all screwed up. And trying to climb up the rungs by way of carrying others and their possessions (beliefs) on our backs will only break us and bring us more struggle, something that is foreign to our very essence. That was never the way it was meant to be.

Allowing feels like you are the centre of the universe. Guess what. You ARE! I invite you to see yourself, right now, as your universe. That’s it. There is no one else. There is nothing holding your back or tethering your down. There is only you. Sense that. Let every one of your pre-determined beliefs be free for a while, just let them wonder on their own – they won’t go far I promise – and feel into your sole solidarity. Your Oneness. Feel yourself floating on a calm sea of Love, of trust, of absolute Being-ness. You lack for nothing in this state. Everything comes to you as you conceive the thought of it. Why? Because it’s already there. It is already part of you. How awesome is this Light-ness? There is only joy and bliss and peace and fullness.

Sit in this energy for as long as you want. This is yours. It’s not something I conjured up with my words. What you are feeling is what your state of allowing feels like in this moment. And it’s pretty simple.

And then enters those beliefs, and other humans. Life does continue. Challenges are relentless. Lessons are tough and memories are dug up from the ashes, at least until we are in a constant state of allowing, an endless awareness of our essence.

I won’t pretend I have it. I struggle daily. I’ve had awesome highs, and some great lows with many tears and frustrated discussions with friends that have transcended to deeper levels of allowing already. I am thankful for these people in my life for they urge me on. Those levels don’t look like anything strong or powerful to others, but then that doesn’t matter. It’s not their experiential journey. And theirs isn’t mine. And that’s a basic place to begin with your allowing. Allow yourself to just be in your free state of being, one experience at a time.

Allowing is a backbone of awakening to who we are on the flip side of this human identity. Take the plunge. Trust your Self. Trust your universe to take you deeper than you’ve ever gone before into Soul essence.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how far or how close we park from others’ vehicles, they will always play the power game until they allow themselves also. What we do in the quiet of our sacred hearts ripples out to the other souls sharing this same dimension. Yet, they are not why we are here. Not initially. So be all you are, and allow all you are.

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Like me, most if not all of you thought this blog was dead in the water. Truth is, change has and will never cease to happen. We know this all too well. Only much of the shift happening with me lately has been internal, and at times not even noticeable until later. I’m sure you’re in that same boat too.

A good friend of mine recently encouraged me to write again about the different expressions of change (thank you Marina). So I am. But this already has a different feel. It feels of mastery rather than, “Well, this crap happened to me today and this is how I see it…”. It’s coming from a different place. It’s from a point of view of arriving somewhere and looking down at how the experience now echoes the core of the journey.

Many of you know that I’ve been trained as an Adoula, working with both parent/s and incoming baby on a spiritual level, assisting in creating a soul connection before the baby is born. The purpose of this blog is not to tell you what an Adoula is or does. I wrote an article for that purpose, and have been working with an editor for major western Canadian birthing magazine published locally for months to have it published.

This week I got a phone call from my editor’s editor, explaining that the magazine has been cut in half physically (lack of funding) and that they have no space for my article at this time. She was apologizing for all the hard work I’ve put into it which truly was fun for me. But if I wanted to write a shorter general article on the spirituality of pregnancy, without the focus on the Adoula work, I was welcome to.

Okay, here I could have gone into fear and anger and resentment. But it just wasn’t there. As I was talking with this editor I understood that they still feared a non-existent competition between the Doula and Adoula worlds. They aren’t ready for this connection themselves, and it was showing up with the resistance to this article’s inclusion as the whole board thought it best if they cut my article out. And still I felt nothing but calm and compassion.

The editor was apologizing all over and I almost laughed at one point because she was trying so hard to sooth an argument that wasn’t there, a well-rehearsed reaction for an outburst of rage or even tears I suppose. That was the reason for the phone conversation rather than an email from her. And I did appreciate the maturity to talk with me personally. She was definitely surprised with my response. I could hear that in her voice. And she thanked me for being so understanding.

In hindsight, I was surprised with my response too. Let’s face it. The Jody that I grew up with was a people pleaser. She took what everyone else was telling her to do, without checking in with her own heart, and she did it. No questions asked. She was the “good girl”, not rocking the boat, not causing ripples in the water. In fact, that’s why I got married to my first husband. Not listening to ME and what I felt was best for me or what my choice was. But that’s where life’s experiences come from and how we grow from those past expressions of ourselves. No regrets, because I am a different person today.

When this editor offered the new, shorter article “job” I told her “no”. I couldn’t and wouldn’t do it. I became the Standard for my truth. And it felt great. The old Jody would have adjusted and fit into the flippers she was being asked to wear. Again, no regrets on this choice of mastery.

Then yesterday I received an email from the editor I had been working with. She hoped I wasn’t “too hurt”. Sweet really. haha She finally admitted to me that she “felt challenged by the subject matter with which (she was) so unfamiliar”, perhaps at first, perhaps still. And that’s the truth of it. The Doula world (here locally at least) isn’t yet ready to share the stage it seems. They don’t understand that we can operate together, and for the fuller experience of our clients.

This is such a clear reflection of what is happening all around us on a larger scale. Those who are awakening to the truth of who we are see it, that freedom of trust in ourselves and life in general. It scares those that want things to remain the same. But it can’t. The wave was started long ago and all will surf it. Just takes some longer to trust the waters.

I replied to my editor that there is a ravine between our two worlds, one that I hoped could one day be filled with unity and team essence. But essence of this expression of change is: I have my truth, and I stood my ground without compromising who I am. Not in an argumentative or stubborn way. I just simply said “no”. And that makes the difference.

The opportunity may be welcomed on both sides with a “Hell Yes!”

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When I was going through my “new age” experiences I experimented with rocks and crystals as all good metaphysical girls do. I used their energies for healing and even slept with them under my pillow, hoping they’d increase my dream recall. Many years later, I have now put aside that aspect of crystals, though I still own many specimens and simply love them for their beauty.

Recently my husband came home from a trip with a new crystal for his collection. He is enjoying his experiences with the rock and gem world, and occasionally asks me to read them. Surprisingly, I now have some very interesting conversations with rocks. This crystal he came home with is a simple quartz wand on a leather necklace. While I was enjoying a foot rub I closed my eyes and focused on this rock.

Immediately I saw the inside of a large library, its walls lined with shelves of books from floor to ceiling. As all romantically beautiful libraries can boast, this one had a sliding ladder for easy access to all the resident books, and I could almost imagine this crystal as an animated character hanging onto the ladder, sliding and searching for one book or another. I knew the rock was a record keeper and as such was a doorway to the Akashic Records. So I tried it out, figured I’d see if this doorway could tell me more about a lifetime I had as a Pythia at Delphi.

Sure enough the crystal lost no time in sharing with me things from my time as a Pythia in the temple of Apollo. My name was Syrna, and I was a relatively young Priestess, when the Pythia were typically aged thirty and older. While the story unfolded bringing me insight to that lifetime and beyond, my point in bringing this up isn’t to share the story.

For the reader who may not know, the Pythia were Priestesses of Apollo at Delphi, in Greece. They were the oracles who received messages from the god Apollo, influenced by intoxicating vapors coming up from a crack in the floor where she sat. Recorded history of that time is full of kings and leaders who could afford the price to bend the god’s ear, hoping to receive a favourable word of prophecy from the oracle.

So what does this history have to do with us today? Nothing and everything. We are at a breaking point, a split in our realities, where we must of necessity close the door to the need for a Pythia. We are about to step into our authentic power with all the wisdom and connection we need without going to a source outside of ourselves. In other words, we are growing up, and maturing into the divine Human Angels that we are essentially. This is a sign of our awakening.

As we step over this threshold we are confronted with many attacks on our personal authority. The first and perhaps strongest is our doubt.  We have placed our trust in others for so long that we have forgotten to listen to our own soul’s wisdom. Yes, there are channels I still listen to and enjoy as I resonate with them. But I also am fully aware that my own time of channeling brings much richness to my life. I am on a journey of learning to listen to my inner truths. My own battle with doubt plays out in this area all the time, whether I’m sitting down and channeling or receiving a word in a moment of inspiration. We habitually seek outside confirmation. The antidote to such doubt is to trust ourselves implicitly. The innate wisdom we have is in perfect alignment with who and where we are in each moment. There is no need to look elsewhere.

While the Pythia of old were influenced by the intoxicating fumes, or breath, from inside Mount Parnassus, we only need rely on our own precious breath. This is truly a gift that we take for granted time and time again. Yet it is a link for us between being grounded in our bodies and expanded into our higher essence at the same time. Without the breath we live only half the life we are capable of. And knowing it is a priceless tool in connecting with our perfect inner wisdom, why ignore that it is available for us? Take in a precious, conscious breath in this moment now, for you.

Not surprisingly, the Pythian messages came in a jumble of mixed images and words that didn’t always form coherent thoughts. However, this is where the Priest would step in and interpret the words of Apollo. That’s why he was paid the big bucks. Today, there is no need for others to interpret our words. Our wisdom is for ourselves, and allowing others to re-interpret through their filters can cause more confusion than it’s worth. Likewise, if we’re giving a message to another, it is their interpretation that is the potent piece, not ours. Trusting ourselves to release a message to another is maturity on a spiritual level as well.

One final thought on being the new Pythia is that we are God. We are Divinity. There is no God outside of ourselves that has any piece of the puzzle we are missing. Still, at times we can miss what’s right in front of our eyes. Energy is all around us willing and eager to serve. Perhaps a book, a song, or our friend across the world will have a word to share that helps open our eyes to see what’s right there. Like the Priestesses of Apollo, there was never just one. There was always a small group of Pythia at any one time, all in service to each other, especially to the one chosen by the Priest to be the oracle at any one time. The others were there to assist her in preparations and whatever she needed for the task at hand. We, too, are never alone. Though we are sovereign beings, we are supported at all times. In fact, because we are sovereign we are supported.

As we forge ahead in these new times, new energies, be reminded to trust yourself. Sometimes the oracle received no message. At times her message was filled with so much confusion the Priest couldn’t interpret it. Still, the Pythia continued to serve, and the people continued to come. It was a time of necessary depending on others to get to where the ancients were heading. Today we have surpassed their journey and are walking a new path. We are now being called to trust our own wisdom and be our own oracles. It’s a journey of learning to lean on your own wisdom without second-guessing. There will certainly be times we fall short of what we expect but that’s part of our re-learning our own truths.

Where we’re headed affords no room for doubt. There is no room for relying on others before ourselves. It’s time now to be sovereign. It’s time now to become your own Master. It’s time now to be Love and Light. As we walk into this new dimension of living, I leave you with this…  We ARE walking into a new dimension of living, one that we perhaps only hoped for when we came into this lifetime. We have done a fantastic job.

Breathe that in.

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