Ego

When one is embodying their highest state of self-awareness and you ask them their name, they haven't a clue what you're talking about. They have to turn to the ego to be conscious of what you are inquiring. While awake and while you sleep your brain is being used to bring consciousness to beings of self-awareness, often with a perceived need. Solutions are found in human consciousness. That is why one person's "brain child" can become the consciousness of an entire country on the other side of the world. The ego IS god. God is the ego of Source. God is whatever the awareness chooses it to be within the ego's consent. When ego is lost, so is consciousness and the ability to stop repetitive circles of the same desires, methods and reactions. Without ego, you are condemned to endless chasing of your own tail. It is only through ego that we dance an ever rising spiral, climb the stairway to heaven. The ego does not always prevent the embodying of one's highest awareness of self. It can, in effect, aid one in that process. Ego is the medicinal flower that has been treated like a weed. It is why the most intelligent are the most abused: feeling worthless, it comes up with solutions but does nothing about them, giving their power to the awarenesses (spirits) that use them and abuse them. Let your flower blossom and grow, wild and free that this medicine can be brought to as many awarenesses as will have it! They cannot ascend without you. And this is why it is humanity that is on the leading edge of creation. We have the most elaborate egos in existence.

Preparing for a new reality

A strange thing happens when an alcoholic becomes sober after years of abuse and neglect, frustration and pleading, their spouse is too full of resentment at the former alcoholic's sudden well-being. They get divorced. The alcoholic gets a fine young significant other and lives happily ever after while the more "righteous" spouse goes on in misery until they are consumed with resentment, bitterness and jealousy. 
This is the danger for those of us who have been highly aware of our intuitive nature, just wishing for the new reality to relieve us of all those who are suffering and taking it out on us. One by one those who survive will be waking up one day suddenly thinking clearly with hearts full of love and understanding. They will greet us without guilt or shame, no regrets or apologies, no thanks or appreciation. They will come with all the same rights and all the same entitlements. They won't need our healing or advice.
Our exclusivity will be demolished as we validate: yes, the trees ARE whispering, yes your dog IS talking to you,yes, that IS what I am thinking and feeling.
They will arrive with all the innocence of newborn children completely unaware of the injuries we suffered at their hands. They won't even recognize our faces because in their state of walking sleep they never truly saw us to begin with.
We were their monsters in their closets. We were the monsters in the forest. We were manifestations of their inner demons and the things they did not want to acknowledge. We were their worst nightmares as we saw and knew everything, everything they believed was hidden, everything hiding in their closets.
"I'm so sorry. I know why you hated me. I know why I was so scary. Will you not come out from behind the trees?"
It very well may be the "agents of light" who are cast out into the "outer darkness" if we cannot embrace even the ego and all that we thought to be the root of evil as an equal expression of the Divine.
So we make peace with our abusers and love ALL of our neighbors, the path to which is unique to each of us. It may take us some time.
The entrance of the "others" into our reality can be the worst or best news ever! Ready or not: here they come!

The use of force

The use of force may bring about temporary inaction, but it NEVER brings about resolution. Resolution comes with acceptance and acknowledgment of all perspectives.

My "Lion's Gate" lessons

My warring neighbors are the gift that just keeps on giving! Today they left their daughter down in the car, crying. "She thinks she's a teenager already, well, guess what?! I wrote the book on it!" says the mom before going up without her. Wailing and crying and "I'm stuck in here!". My heart starts crying. I know the child is being a "player", but I know her pain is real. Her inner pain does not get validated and so she creates an outer excuse for it's expression. Liar or not, I still hurt with her. Do I dear approach her? Her parents have already made me a target. Fuck it! I approach the vehicle and ask: "You really stuck?" "No, my mom..". I interrupted. "It's none of my business and I cannot interfere but if you don't want to walk up the stairs alone, you can walk with me". "No, thank you, I'm fine". She stopped crying, let herself out and went inside. I won't be played, but it does not mean I do not care. I'm learning appropriate action as a lesson, maybe. Giving my inner lion expression while respecting everyone else's journey. Theme for the day, anyways.

If you can't keep your gaskets from blowing at the end of the "rebel" flag, wait 'til they get rid of this one! The end of the New World Order will be when the Energetic Orgy really begins! Personally, I have no opinion either way: represents the genocide of Natives as well as the beginning of "freedom" for the oppressed from other nations.....I am just observing. I'm a racial mix enough to not be included by any one of them. Your world, your war. As usual, I'll be dancing out the darkness you're generating.....I am a pure Daughter of The Dance and that is our way.

More releasing on this 8/8 gate date...love me a good rhyme 

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Acceptance = forgiveness and peace

     So, I have read all sorts of long dissertations on what forgiveness means, what it involves, how to go about it and they all left me not feeling it, whether spiritual or philosophical, or physical healing perspectives, I have felt left out in the cold.
      It was just given to dawn upon me: what we are seeking is acceptance: "I accept that I am hurt by your actions. I accept that you either could not or would not choose differently due to your own circumstances. I accept that you are hurting and do not acknowledge it for whatever reason. I accept that I hate what has been done. I accept I do not like how it feels. I accept that I do not like the results at this moment. I accept my need to express my feelings concerning this." and with all that acceptance I have peace within me restored. With that inner peace restored, I have already forgotten. 
     

We do not need to make peace WITH our "brother" or neighbor or friend or lover, for they themselves may never be open to it- the great teaching is: make peace (within ourselves) BEFORE (while focused upon) our "brother, etc. and THAT is forgiveness.

Rusty Lee and the Bumble Bee-oldie but goody by me

Rusty Lee and the Bumble Bee:

A life's lessons in a little girl's dream

by Stacey Bourdeau

     Rusty Lee is a beautiful little five year old girl who loves everyone and everything. She especially loved to take her children's safety scissors out into the yard and cut flowers. One day while out cutting up flowers rather than just cutting some for a bouquet, Rusty Lee was stung by a bumble bee. Mommy checked for the stinger and applied apple cider vinegar to the site of the sting, kissing away the tears. These things happen.
     A day or two later, Rusty Lee was out cutting up flowers once more when she was again stung by a bumble bee. This is no coincidence. Mommy begins to reflect while tending the site of the sting. "Bumble bees don't sting for no reason, because when they lose their stinger they die. " Mommy explains to Rusty Lee. "Do you think maybe the bees are stinging you because you are cutting up the flowers they need to make honey for their babies?", Mommy asks Rusty. "No!", Rusty Lee responds, hurt and indignant. How could her innocently cutting up flowers hurt anyone and how could anyone hurt her for a bit of innocent fun? "Maybe you could ask the bees tonight while you dream", Mommy tells Rusty Lee.
     The next morning, Mommy inquires of Rusty Lee; "While you were dreaming, did you ask the bees why they were stinging you?". "Yes", replied Rusty Lee. "They stung me because the wasps told them to because I was ruining their flowers so they couldn't make honey for their babies. The wasps wanted the bees to die so the wasps could eat the bees' babies.", Rusty Lee explained. "And did you tell the bees to stop stinging you?", Mommy asked Rusty Lee. "Yes", replied Rusty Lee. For the rest of that summer, Rusty Lee did not wastefully cut up flowers and was never again stung by a bumble bee.
     Sometimes in life, we can be a bumble bee-both a naive perpetrator and victim. We can be manipulated "for the good of the children" to harm others as well as ourselves, providing opportunity for harm to come to those we believe we are protecting with our choices.
     Sometimes we can be the child-like victim causing a bit of destruction without intending or realizing it. Due to this unintentionally destructive behavior, we draw harm to ourselves and make ourselves a tool in another's workings of harm to others.
    Sometimes we are the wasp, inciting others to harmful behavior to see to our own needs.
    Sometimes our choices, despite causing harm to ourselves and/or others inspire the asking of questions that lead to change, the interaction and education of two sides, a bit of insight to those ignorant of manipulation, and/or the adding of discernment to innocence contributing to the developement of another into maturity.
     Bumble bees can be more easily incited to attack a little girl picking flowers than a big man sheltered behind the armor of giant machinery tearing up entire fields of flowers every day. So sometimes in life we are dealt the injustice of harsher penalties for our minor naive crimes, innocently committed against humanity, while more violent criminals go without receiving any punishment at all.
     In the end, we all suffer and hopefully grow. The more we all grow, the less effective are the wasps' manipulations.  The more we all grow, the less we naively engage in destructive behavior. The more we all grow, the need for the existence of wasps to inspire growth diminishes. None of this is possible without open, honest communication. Sometimes that comes only when we assert ourselves when we are hurt. Sometimes that means allowing ourselves to be guided by those whose assesment of the situation hurts and offends us. Bad things don't always "just happen" to "good people". Where ever there is conflict, there is a good chance both sides need adjusting. And even a little girl's dreams can be powerful, having great meaning for all of humanity.

Waking to a new reality

   I woke in a dream in which I had waken in another "dimension". I kept noticing a leather key chain on the ground when I looked down. It had a different emblem in gold on it every time I glanced at it. I only recognized one face among the group of women I was waiting with. We were there to pick up our children from a sort of daycare/playgroup. They all knew me, but for me to have had a different past of which I had not experienced. I did not remember having the past they projected at me. To my self I wonder, "What do I do with this?". The response was "Go with it". I wondered if the key chain kept appearing because it held the key to a car; "Do I have a car in this reality?". As I looked at the key chain it became a smiley face as I received the statement "The keys to your car are already in your hand". Sure enough, there was a car key on a key chain in my hand! I awoke to physical experience with mixed feelings of panic, anxiety, relief and delight. I woke knowing three things:

1) Source WANTS to be unaware, awakened human beings living simple, uncomplicated existences. I have experienced that desire and so I know of it's existence. Some people are walking around with universal "Do not wake!" signs.

2) Source WANTS to have the experience of being gay and transgendered in communities against them. Source WANTS to have the experience of being gay and transgendered in communities coming to embrace them. It has already had the experience of communities allowing, embracing, accepting and making room, even special places for them in primitive cultures like Native Americans. This tells me there are many who are wearing universal "Do not disturb signs": do not hate those who hate the gay and transgendered community and do not hate those who love them and do not hate those who are neither hot nor cold about them, nor those who are simply tentative. That is why scripture says "interpretations belong to God": Source knows exactly what it wants to be within each human component. It is also why scripture says "let the evil doer continue to do evil and the righteous continue in righteousness". An overblown sense of righteousness is as evil as the evil it sees. This is all by Divine choosing.

3) The only past anyone will recognize and acknowledge of me begins today. If I try to bring up my past, I will be rejected. I shall be expected to be that which I am: a fully aware human embodiment of Divine expression. I am 'God's spokesperson' (As we all are, of course). If I hesitate, it will be demanded. I may as well get used to it.

   So, I got the words "solemn gathering" as I stood outside for a smoke while the children played in the mud. 'OK, guys, we are going in to clean up for solemn gathering. A candle on one side of a threshold and a candle on the other. Strips of toilet paper and another small square for each of us (the ritual coming to me moment by moment). We all gather around the first candle which is lit. I tell the children of a journey I took in meditation: "I walked down a path in the woods. At the end of the path I came to a house. I went into the house, the nice warm, friendly, cozy kitchen and sitting room. I explored the rooms upstairs and then I went down the dark stairs into the dark basement. In the middle of the basement floor there was a whirlpool of water. I jumped in. I went down into the water all swirling and swaying and pop! I dropped out of the bottom onto a beach by an ocean. I was told I would find treasures in the sand. So, I dug for treasure and came up with a seashell. I dug again and came up with a small chest. I wondered what I could give in return. "Give me your pain" was sensed. And so, I did.' Taking the single square of toilet paper I began to tear off tiny pieces, explaining these pieces were gifts to God representing all the pain of our past. They hesitated, so I began" this little piec is when someone called you a baby". I spit on that little piece and placed it upon the strip. "This one is when that boy was mean to me", I spit on another piece and placed it upon the strip. "This is when I was really, really scared", spit and drop. My daughter got right into it. My son suspiciously and reluctantly wadded up his small square and drooled a bit on it. He was waiting to see how it would feel. He hesitantly and suspiciously dropped it on his strip when encouraged. We folded the pieces into the strip and headed for the toilet. My daughter and I dropped ours right in, my son taking a second. "Who wants to flush it?" My son leapt for it. He had gotten a whiff of what was happening and was now excited. He wanted to blow the first candle out. As we sat around it and prepared to blow it out, a quick breeze blew it out in an apartment where all the windows are closed for it's rainy and cool. Before there could be resistance about the event, I pointed out "That was God blowing the candle out to let us know He appreciates the gifts.". My son looked up in amazement "Mom, I saw God's face in the candle!". "Yes, son, you did". We went and lit the second candle, representing the beginning of our new past that we would now live.
Ritual can be a very powerful tool!