Haha, thanks, Raven! Perfect timing. :)
Posts Tagged ‘Human Evolution’
A beautiful, poignant exploration from three (including Ann) brilliant thinkers and feelers of our times. Definitely worth reading Ann’s intro and clicking through to Carolyn Baker’s review of Charles Eisenstein’s book. What a constellation of inspiration and comfort.
Originally posted on Exopermaculture:
On the one hand, humanity is very likely pell mell bent on a course towards possible extinction in the near future. On the other hand, “there is a more beautiful world that our hearts know is possible.” Both statements are “true.” When we learn to hold and honor both realizations in our hearts consistently, we invite an alchemical reaction. A fire is ignited, a passion, to remake both our inner lives and our outer world; and to love and work with others who both recognize our precarious situation on this still beautiful Mother Earth and and who honor the living breathing life force within us, the internal greening that pushes up and out of every creature each year when winter gives way to spring.
We who live in the northern hemisphere: look outside. Smell the fertility in the air! Hear hear! Geese flying overhead, two by two, honking; brilliantly colored songbirds…
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I LOVE Joanna Macy! She is one of my sheroes, up there among those I most admire in this wild, crazy world. Thanks to Ann for finding this jewel filled post … like the jewel in the lotus … a delicate, wise beauty that bursts forth from mud.
Originally posted on Exopermaculture:
“Yes, it looks bleak. But you are still alive now. You are alive with all the others, in this present moment. And because the truth is speaking in the work, it unlocks the heart. And there’s such a feeling and experience of adventure. It’s like a trumpet call to a great adventure. In all great adventures there comes a time when the little band of heroes feels totally outnumbered and bleak, like Frodo in Lord of the Rings or Pilgrim in Pilgrim’s Progress. You learn to say ‘It looks bleak. Big deal, it looks bleak.’”
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In case you missed last night’s interview, you can now listen to it at your leisure by clicking here. In another fun conversation together, Lance and I discussed the Garden Tower Project, urban gardening, vermicomposting, human evolution, EMF pollution, inspirational projects around the US, GMO’s, organic farming and the globalist agenda, orgone energy, plus, my own take on the current energies in the world. We didn’t begin the interview with a plan, but we both loved how things turned out. Enjoy!
Today’s post comes from reader, Sky, who lives in Washington State. Last I had heard, the mudslides had harmed only 20 people, but Sky gives a sobering update and a reminder to cherish those we love. I’m sharing her email for background, as well as the beautiful poem she wrote in response to the lives lost and permanently altered in Washington. Thank you, Sky, for your generous, loving heart! Prayers and Reiki to all of those affected there and in other areas of natural or man-made turmoil.
There was a huge mudslide in Washington, which has taken the lives of over 125 people. Most were people who lived there, others were people driving on the highway that passes through there. They are having a very hard time finding, removing, and identifying people. Tomorrow another rainstorm is expected. They may never be able to find and remove all the people trapped in the mudslide.
I have a friend that lives only 5 miles away from the slide; she and her husband are safe. However, everyone in Darrington and Oso, Washington knows two or more people that died or are missing. Entire families are missing. I am very glad that my friend, her husband, and her daughter, who is staying with them, are safe. But I am sad for all the people in Arlington, Oso, and Darrington, Washington, who have lost family and friends.
Perhaps you can blog something about or in relation to this event? Or share my poem below? In the blink of an eye, so many people’s lives were ended and others were forever changed.
In the Blink of an Eye
In the blink of an eye,
so many people’s lives were ended
and others forever changed.
In the blink of an eye,
some were taken
and others left behind.
In the blink of an eye,
today became forever.
In the blink of an eye,
it was both too soon
and too late.
In the blink of an eye,
tell those you love
that you love them.
In the blink of an eye,
today can become forever.
In the blink of an eye.
~ by Sky Dancer (copyright 2014)
I see this pattern a lot during sessions, but having recently experienced the empowering and liberating results in my own life, I wanted to explain a bit here. Many people assume that if they feel instant aversion when meeting someone new that it indicates some unresolved past life issues or a huge warning that the person in question is really a no good meanie out to get them. “Always trust your gut!” In general, this is good advice, but not always. The more reactive our first impression, the more it indicates complex interplay. Inexplicable aversion does not validate a black and white world. It does, however, beg for our attention.
While the body provides us with visceral feedback, our interpretation of such information is not infallible, especially when we throw in complicating factors like past lives. Sometimes an instant aversion does indicate that someone really screwed us over in a previous lifetime, and our body sounds the alarm bell. Just as often, though, a strong instant aversion to someone could indicate that we attacked or betrayed them and don’t want to face our own Shadow.
The most devastating occurrence of this situation happens when a parent feels complete and inexplicable aversion to a newborn child. I have received many guilt ridden calls from parents who can’t understand why they wouldn’t feel natural empathy and love for such an innocent little being. I’ve also helped countless adults untangle fallout from a lifetime with a parent or parents who seemed strangely focused on denigrating their very existence. This sort of past life bleedthrough causes enormous pain on both sides, and there’s not always a simple, neat explanation for the behavior. People may have spent multiple lifetimes together in a variety of roles, and now this lifetime amplifies all those energies.
In other instances, one soul (usually the child) really doesn’t take issue with the other soul, except that that person seems so hell bent on initiating unprovoked hell in their lives. I often hear from the person who feels attacked, because with no current lifetime justification for the behavior, they’ve come to wonder if maybe they murdered or betrayed the other person in a previous lifetime. They call me wanting to learn how to make amends so that they can stop the seemingly senseless torment. Sometimes the person requesting past life information really has done something to provoke the current lifetime’s abuse, but just as often, the person with the instant aversion was the abuser or betrayer before, as well.
Past lives usually exist in the non-conscious realm, a vast part of us that also includes the dreaded Shadow. In this lifetime, signs of a non-integrated Shadow include extreme judgments of right or wrong, black or white, and a tendency to view oneself always as the victim, always the “good” one, always “right.” When we’ve carried guilt or shame around for many lifetimes, we stick those uncomfortable memories and awareness into our Shadow, where we’ll never find them without diligent courage and effort.
Because the non-conscious realm can still be triggered, though, especially by encountering the very souls we feel guilty about harming, the Shadow frequently casts itself upon our lives. Most of us try to run and hide from it, so that we can maintain the carefully controlled image of ourselves as always nice, always right, always good. People who’ve dealt at least to some extent with their Shadow will wonder, “Is it really me? What have I done to deserve this?” or “Why do I feel such aversion? (Contrast such questions to: “I wonder how evil that person really is. I don’t even want to look at such evil. Best to recognize it and avoid” or “Why does that person warrant such aversion?”) People who refuse to look at their own Shadow assume their own reactive aversions must be correct assessments of the other person’s guilt and/or that they themselves are victims of persecution for being too perfect or wise. The Shadow Workers ask the difficult, soul searching questions with sincerity, not as rhetorical means of shoring up fragile illusions.
Rarely does life (or a collection of many lifetimes) wrap everything into a crystal clear tally of all good on one side and all bad on the other. If you’ve found yourself on either end of immediate, strong aversion, then you might want to try the Blue Room Meditation, as taught to me by astrologer and friend, Timothy Glenn. This soul-to-soul exchange acknowledges the possibility of previous connections and seeks to rebalance the energies between souls. In times of extreme trauma, betrayal, fear or disappointment, sometimes we leave pieces of ourselves in “care” of another soul. Those pieces might be Shadow parts that we fear, but they can just as easily be gifts, soul “gold” and a sense of childlike wonder. Rebalancing the energies between souls frees each soul to carry its own energies without feeling burdened by carrying someone else’s “stuff.”
People who project the strongest aversion and attacks onto someone else will often resist being brought into the Blue Room. I find that interesting, but since we really don’t know how things will balance out until we’ve done the meditation, I never assume. It always takes courage to approach the Blue Room, because we might discover that we are, in fact, the energy thieves who will now need to return those energies and gifts to their rightful keeper. Even in that instance, a certain sense of relief occurs. Just as the thief in this life can never fully relax with a stolen possession, borrowed or stolen energies never feel comfortably secure. They don’t quite fit, and on some level, we know it. In the event that we are the ones receiving a return of missing energy, then spontaneous healing and understanding can occur. Parts of ourselves that felt empty or broken can finally fill up — at least as pertains to this particular relationship.
Some people receive dramatic visions and past life downloads during a Blue Room Meditation. Others cry, shake or feel energy swirling. Some people feel nothing in the actual meditation, but then a dramatic shift happens in the “real” world relationship. Again, the unpredictability of the Blue Room requires courage, but potentially profound results reward the risk. Sometimes the past life “story” helps us let go of a particularly nagging relationship or explains why a “random” encounter continues to haunt us. In the event that you try the Blue Room and still feel bothered by strong aversions, a past life reading or past life regression might help with the release. You can find out more about the differences and similarities of those here. In the meantime, I encourage you to try the Blue Room. It’s a free method of inviting peace and relief into your life and relationships.
Blessed Be …
and be the blessing!
People keep asking me if some kind of shift happened sometime last week, so I thought I’d respond here. Yes, in my experience, another shift occurred in the late afternoon (East Coast US time) on March 17, 2014. Though subtle, I felt it as a distinct “click,” after which long stuck things suddenly started to move in surprising ways. Others I’ve heard from began to notice the effects as last week progressed: greater fluidity of “time,” exceptionally high levels of synchronicity, a new-found sense of purpose on a much clearer life path. I realize not everyone noticed this shift, but enough people have asked me about it that a shift does seem to have occurred.
In my own life, this shift has played out in a few interesting ways. The moment of the “click,” I was sitting near a wood stove at a Starhawk’s Fifth Sacred Thing book discussion group. We went around the circle each sharing a practical inspiration from the chapters we’d read for that meeting. I mentioned finding alternative ways to reuse human “waste” so that we’re not flushing them down the toilet with pure drinking water:
“I buy manure, and yet I know David and I eat more cleanly than most of the animals whose poop we purchase to fertilize our garden. Meanwhile, Obama is selling our Great Lakes to foreign countries and corporations, and they’re trying to sell Mt. Shasta water to a corporation instead of farmers at a time of severe California drought. There may come a time in the not so distant future that we don’t want to flush drinking water down the toilet! Water is sacred.
“I think of this every single day, and I don’t even know how to bring it up in a public policy discussion. No one wants to talk about poop. In terms of preparedness, it makes good sense, too, because raw sewage is what causes cholera outbreaks after disasters. Our cities ought to have action plans even if they don’t plan to implement them until necessary, but again, how do you go to a city meeting and start talking about humanure?”
People giggled, but then the strangest thing happened. A new book group attendee revealed that she works as an engineer for the nearby City of Elkhart. She deals daily with people in charge of water and sewage. She asked for book references so that she and others could read about healthier, more Earth-friendly ways of dealing with human “waste” — preserving water, removing the need for caustic chemicals, and finding safe ways to recycle nutrients. She committed to learning about current codes and how people might go about addressing them. Although everyone had snickered a bit when I mentioned my concerns, we now all looked at each other with a Twilight Zone-esque awareness. Well, then! One of the Five Sacred Things just earned extra respect and consideration.
Other long held concerns found attention in the past week, too. We have our final Comprehensive Plan public meeting tonight, and as many as six aware people have told me they plan to attend the usually tightly managed meetings. Prior to this, I’ve been beating a lone drum that we would be wise to make certain that “sustainable development” means what we say it means rather than accepting a non-disclosed default definition from the big corporations who sponsor sustainable development, Monsanto included. (Monsanto has even gone so far as to win a “2014 sustainability award.”) Finally, some people have begun to pay a little more attention to “our” “local” “plan.”
Since last Monday, I’ve felt a sort of puffy cloud of protection around me, which has coincided with the inability of chemtrails to stick in the skies above us. I see the trails go out, but within minutes, the Sylphs fight them into wisps and tendrils.
Our evenings reveal unusually bright stars, and our air smells so much fresher than it did last March, when every day smelled (to me) like soot and chemicals.
In addition to the protected sky, I’ve felt and experienced physical protection around me. The most dramatic example happened on Saturday. I had frozen some soup in a Ball jar, which cracked in the freezer. I took it out and let it defrost in a bowl to catch the leaks. On Saturday, the liquid had all left, with just some chopped carrots, onion and celery inside the jar. For some reason, I decided to compost it and unscrewed the lid. The jar promptly exploded in my hand, as the lid seemed to be the only thing holding the pieces together. These were sharp glass shards and one hit the soft flesh between my left thumb and forefinger.
By all probabilities, I should have received a huge, possibly tendon slicing gash near the base of my thumb. Instead, I have a thin red line of unbroken skin, as if to say, “There but by the grace of God, Goddess, angels, faeries, orgonite and El Mundo Bueno, go I.” No skin broke, and on Sunday, even when I made the mistake of reaching (without looking) into the bin where I had put the broken glass, my hand survived contact with the sharp pieces. No broken skin. After the second encounter, I carefully disposed on the pieces, but both times, I felt this bubble of physical protection.
For whatever it’s worth, I’ve sensed that same protection around the world since early last week. Yes, we’ve got mudslides in Washington State, earthquakes and wars in other places, but compared to the energies that could be thrashing us right now, everything feels muted, dulled, and fizzled. I don’t know how universal this shift was, but enough people have asked me … and my own experiences have been dramatic enough … that I felt called to share.
Lee’s back, sharing many observations I’ve also noticed of late, especially about these intense times. His comments on Facebook and the speed of life are quite synchronous to today’s earlier post. I also just yesterday felt led to learn about facial acupressure, which focuses on the energy points of the head, face, shoulders and neck. Lee, too, expresses the importance of physical touch bringing our neurological systems back into alignment.
I always enjoy Lee’s calm, centered and grounded videos. He gives some comfort for people whose intuitive and psychic abilities allow them to catch glimpses of future timelines, reminding us that whenever we do arrive even in “the worst case scenario” that we will have had all that linear time in between to prepare for it. We have more strength than we realize when we continue to return to the present moment. Lee reminds us to envision peace in places like the Ukraine and other areas challenged by war. By keeping our own center and then radiating that peace outwards, we can influence things far beyond our own understanding. Please do take some time for yourself in these turbulent times!
Published on Mar 5, 2014
Lee’s March 2014 Energy Forecast – Finding the Present in Every Moment….
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Pick a headline, any headline: WW3, worldwide famine, corporations poisoning all waters, Civil War, global financial collapse, global warming, global Ice Age, “mutually assured destruction” … you name it, we’ve got it. The question is, what do we intend to do with it?
I recently posted at the end of a gardening article: I truly believe all the challenges facing our world today offer opportunities to return to our Divine connection, spiritual tools and natural abilities. Faery tales — great repositories of truth — describe so many situations in which people with pure hearts receive even the most impossible gifts. People say with scorn, “Oh, that’s just a fairy tale, a myth,” in order to dismiss something as ridiculous. I could not disagree more. Our weakness, disconnection and “need” to struggle are the biggest lies ever told. Faery tales, folklore, ballads, and myths — real ones, not Disney — give us clues and wisdom for a return to more magical lives.
If you want to fill your imagination and creative capacity with disastrous details, symbols and images, then plenty of websites, newspapers and media options will help you do just that. If you want to distract yourself while remaining unconsciously committed to the slaughterhouse path, plenty of “reality” TV shows, smart phone app’s, fashion catalogs and gossip rags will help you do just that.
But what if you want to transmute the negativity into something positive? What if you want to imagine something preferable and supercharge your imaginings into form? I wrote an email to a friend this morning with the title “globally curious.” That email included the following excerpt:
I keep seeing this since 2013, but much more so in the past month — service to self and defiantly ignorant or defiantly abusive people are being given a chance to recognize what they’re doing and to choose to correct the mistake in this moment, with no consequences so long as they truly shift. It’s like the universe is saying, “It’s decision time. Are you SURE you want to go down that path? Are you SURE, because this decision really matters.” As in, the decision creates matter.
It always reminds me of the Hopi Prophecy that every living being will be given a choice before the Red Star Kachina, the purifier, comes. Of all the prophecies, that one seems most to be playing out right now. Those who return to the old ways will find Gaia magically transformed through great chaos, but they will be untouched by the chaos themselves. I just feel this happening, and I see it with clients, stories about their relationships, observe online at [various] sites, and even my David has witnessed some absurdly obvious versions of this at work. El Mundo Malo or El Mundo Bueno.
Which do you choose?
Here in Goshen, while we face an uncharacteristically brutal winter, we’ve got unexpected flowers inside. You can see them reaching towards the outside world — offering glimpses of color and beauty in an otherwise white, grey and frozen land:
Inside the curtains, we see lush green foliage and just the hint of those red flowers shining possibility to a barren world. We know the flowers exist, so those outside our faery haven receive even more brilliant flashes to remind them of what’s possible. Does anyone from the nearby apartments ever open their blinds to see those flowers? I don’t know, but for now … in the bleakest winter … those flowers will remain in that window offering an alternative:
I saw this video on Rumor Mill News the other night, and I loved the video, as well as the comments, included below. Fear or Flowers? Love in the Time of Transmutation. All is possible when we remember who we are and allow love to empower our creations:
“With all the talk of war now, this post is very appropriate. Let’s remember who we are folks, we are all one.
Strangers Are Just Friends Who Haven’t Met Yet
“Touching Strangers, it’s the monograph taken by photographer Richard Renaldi (renaldi.com) that is slated to be released by the Aperture Foundation in Spring of 2014. In creating this work of art, Richard roamed the streets of New York City in search of random strangers that he would publicly bring together for intimate photos. As odd as this may sound, some of the end results revealed in this news story may truly amaze you… “
“Many of you may have been already familiar with this news story or the work of Richard Renaldi as the video has been circulating the internet for over half a year now. I wanted to quickly share it now to share what parts of it truly stood out for me.
“In this world, especially I find in North America, so many of us have become so accustomed to becoming lost in our own world. We walk the streets of busy downtown cores or suburban shopping malls and we choose to isolate ourselves to our electronic devices or even more prominently the perpetual rush – the walk where any form of eye contact with a stranger is unwanted and desperately avoided. What I loved the most about the work of Richard Renaldi was that with each set of strangers that he brought together he directly challenged what so many of us define as comfortable. Even though many verbal and body cues initially showed a level of discomfort and/or nervousness for many involved, this not only quickly faded but never seemed to impact the genuineness of the captured picture.
“For me, this reminded me of the incredible interconnectedness that we all share with one another on the planet. I truly believe that as different as we may be, we all carry within us the ability to connect and be comfortable with even the most intimidating of “strangers.” Be sure to check out and stay posted to Richard’s website for more information on Touching Strangers once it is released. In the meantime be sure to share the video, which the news reporter summed up perfectly when he said,
“…He shows us humanity as it could be, as most of us wish it would be, and as it was at least for this one fleeting moment in time. [Source]“
Another reader submitted this comment, with subject line, “This is so cool!”
“Hi, everyone, this is where we are actually going. I’ve been living in a neighborhood for over 3 years and have only met three people in the neighborhood. My next door neighbor and I share lawn mowing and snow duties. My other next door neighbor is rarely seen and even though I have cleared snow from his walk, in three years he has never done mine.
“This is the America most of experience in these times. If the SHTF tomorrow, we will either turn to each other or run the risk of perishing alone in our homes when the guy next door has a hydroponic farm in his basement that would feed everyone on the block. Get my drift?
“We have to travel in this direction (of making new friends often) even while recognizing that we are living the way the cabal have designed for us. And that should make us angry. Angry enough to shake hands with a stranger?
“Best regards, everyone
I know this world looks bleak to the logical mind, but what about to the human heart? What about to the artist’s inner eye? What about the potential for love and beauty? I had a dream the other week, and at the very end of the dream, someone handed me a lotus blossoming from the mud. As I accepted this lotus into my own hands the alarm beeped, anchoring that vision in my imagination. When I opened my eyes, I saw a pink rectangle of light hovering above my crystals — with no external source of that light. It lasted only a moment, but again, that rosy rectangle has anchored itself in my imagination as a window into a rosier world.
“Many wonderful things can be done with logic. Don’t leave home without it. Don’t analyze information without it.
“But art and imagination are of another universe(s). They can deploy logic, but they can also invent in any direction without limit, and they can embrace contradiction. They can build worlds in which space and time and energy are quite different.
“Magic is nothing more and nothing less than imagination superseding this universe. Magic occurs when imagination takes this reality for a ride.”