In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”
“Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”
The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”
The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.” Continue reading
I keep my writing all in one Microsoft Word document, because it’s easy to search when I need to find something in particular I’ve written. I usually hand copy from the blog into the Word doc every few days, unless it gets really busy. Today I’m updating all the entries from November 2012 and boy, I see what a ride that was! I see the ups and downs, I see the fun, I see the wounds, I see the patterns I didn’t see at the time. Reflection, retrospection can be so illuminating. I see the timeline of where my former mate and I’d had discord and gotten past it as friends, understanding each other. That is, until a set of new friends convinced him of a lesser understanding, in which case he stopped speaking to me. I can dig it. If we’re to be happy, we must go where we feel loved and appreciated. Their interest is in an area of his life I had no interest in. We are always gravitating to those we are most in harmony with. To avoid being lured with the illusive carrot that never appears, you clean up your past so it doesn’t keep that carrot out of your reach. In retrospect, everyone will see who everyone is. This is why I love keeping a blog. Things I’d completely forgotten about come back to mind and I see situations with an entirely new understanding. I see my unconsciousness in some writing, I see my mindfulness in others. I see my journey. I see what I went through as I was going through it, and where I ended up on the other side of it. My own journey inspires me since it always clearly reflects my state of mind. And I can make it good and I can make it bad, depending on my choice of thoughts in the moment. Depending on where I choose to pivot my thoughts to, to keep me focused in a happy and upbeat frame of mind. Because only then am I of any good to anyone. And since this life is a journey, I want it to be a fun one and my experience is that it can be.
The Full Moon is a time of completion and celebration, when the Sun and the Moon are opposite. The full moon completes the cycle, representing change and tying up loose ends. Full Moon is an opportune time for purging rituals to take place. Here is a link to my Full Moon Ritual For Releasing Things That No Longer Serve Us. The full moon on Thursday is also the Wesak full moon. Wesak is the first full Moon in Taurus. At the Wesak full moon every year, many celebrate Buddha’s Birthday, receiving the love of Buddha and connecting with all humanity. This year the Taurus Sun Full Moon occurs in April. However, due to religious/cultural followings and the gregorian calendar, many will be celebrating Wesak on 25 May 2013. With a large collective consciousness focusing on this May date, this will create a conscious thought-form. Thus on the 25 May 2013 connect deeply and bring the energy into your full moon ceremonies to honour the full potential of this Wesak in 2013. In North America, we will not see the lunar eclipse, but you can read about it here.
We say The Great Invocation: From the point of Light within the Mind of God, Let light stream forth into the minds of men. Let Light descend on Earth. From the point of Love within the Heart of God. Let love stream forth into the hearts of men. May Christ return to Earth. From the centre where the Will of God is known, Let purpose guide the little wills of men – The purpose which the Masters know and serve. From the centre which we call the race of men, Let the Plan of Love and Light work out, And may it seal the door where evil dwells. Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.
Sometimes I am just going along in my life and all of a sudden I start getting a real kick out of the most simple things, like skipping a party to stay home to cook a vegetable stew and clean the house. I please myself with the different ways I find to change up my garden and rearrange my furniture, and it keeps me loving the space I live in. I just opened up the living room and suddenly the space inside looks so big and spacious and clean and white. Outside it seems that everything is in bloom at once, the mulberries, the loquats coming on. All the colors, the reds and yellows, are brighter, more brilliant than ever before. It makes me want to sing a song and dance for them. And the fragrances, night blooming jasmine and honeysuckle, smell more heavenly than ever. I feel drunk on their scent. When I’m in this space, even cooking the simplest of soups becomes an orgy of sensation: sights, smells, flavors. The crunch of each green bean and red pepper; the crushing of fresh seeds with mortar and pestle, the happy chop, chop, chopping on the favorite cutting board. The high flavor of the organic veggies. Sometimes it’s all I can do to stay in my body. I am so glad I get to live this life.
… I had one just like this
This strand is like what I’d braided into the tail of my hair in California in 1996. I arrived back in Florida in time for Christmas Eve service at Unity of Melbourne. It was packed, standing room only. My friend Doug Cobb and I stood in the almost back row. When I got home, I found someone had cut my tail off. In today’s mail, I received it back, returned anonymously with a note. “You don’t know me. I cut your hair at church one night years ago. I wanted a momento. You write about clear up your past karma so here is your braid. I am sorry.” Bless them for the courage to return it to me! I don’t care who you are or why you did it, you are forgiven and I love you.
Earlier today a friend told me they’d be in town this week and I hastily invited them to stay overnight. Almost immediately I began to feel trapped even though it’d be only one day, and I know them and we get along well. I called back an hour later and they were fine with the cancellation. Sometimes I just like being alone when I have the time to myself: I have so many topics awaiting thought time, I like the silence when I can nab it. That’s what’s great about Facebook. I can read friends’ posts and keep up with them, in the silence. I am glad to have understanding friends. Even if I commit to something, as soon as it begins to feel not right, I cut the cord so I don’t leave the other party hanging. That’s how friends stay friends for a lifetime.
Being slow this morning really paid off for me in putting me at the right place at the right time. I’m not a recreational sleeper. I get my Zs, then I’m up and ready to go within 20 minutes. This morning I just could not get going. I was going to deliver the May Horizons early and swing back by about noon to take a galpal to pick up her car. As it was, she called me just as I was ‘waking’ up. Perfect timing. I’d take her in, then deliver the mag on the way back. Except by the time I dropped her off, I felt really sleepy again, so I headed home. I stopped at Publix although I knew Walmart would have my items cheaper. I figured my guidance system knew what I wanted was on sale or something, so I went in. No, nothing I wanted was on sale. I got into line behind a guy who’s talking with the cashier about child raising. Knowing zero about the topic, I jump right into their conversation. He and I continue talking as we walk out to our cars, the same white Prius, parked side by side. We talk about cars, then he mentions a business he just began and I asked if he had a website. He did not. I offered my website creation services and he hired me to build his website and one for his son. He wrote me a check on the spot. Had I not felt so sleepy, I would not have been in the perfect line at the perfect time to receive the good the Universe wanted to hand to me. Thank you. Once again, I accept your generosity.
I admit my life is a series of routines and rituals. It’s not due to superstition, it’s just that over the years I’ve developed daily practices that help keep me centered and set the tone for my day. Each day I wake up early and do my morning puja: I fill a glass of water and set on the altar as an offering, as prasad, to drink afterwards. I light a candle and incense, I say a series of prayers as I stretch into my morning yoga. Doing this creates the mindspace for me to settle into meditation time. I know meditation is done once I feel I’ve settled into the Presence and made contact. On some days, I don’t feel I’ve made contact. I just sit, breathe and release thoughts for my sitting time anyway. I’m always connected. Whether I feel it or not depends on my focus. I drink the glass of water, taking the prayers into my body. As I enter my office, I light a candle and say a prayer for the clients, callers and advertisers, sending a blessing for their success. Using incense, I smudge the office doorways, the phones, the computer, the in box, the out box and the mailtray. I pray that whatever comes in and goes out is blessed by Spirit, uplifted and healed. Including me After work, I stretch into yoga to unkink. I prepare my evening meal with Love, as though I was preparing it for the Beloved. I eat it with a prayer of gratitude. Later, I’ll do an evening review: I sit quietly either before the meditation altar or at the firepit and in my mind I go over my day. Is there anything I’d like to amp up via creative visualization and vibe with for a few moments? I do that. Is there anything to forgive? I do that. If there was anything I’d have done differently, I take note of that. I end with a prayer of gratitude for another day of life on this wonderful planet. That’s how I invite Spirit into my life each day.
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Domino isn’t sure if she should be flattered or wary as her new boyfriend proposed on their one month anniversary. It’s new love, she wants happiness, but is also careful who she involves with her kids. Infatuated as they are right now, she knows he has a wife and child he left a year ago. He has much unfinished business with them — emotional, legal, financial — before they even talk divorce. His daughter and wife read about his romance on his Facebook page and asked him to please cool it while they are still married. He doesn’t seem to care they found it hurtful. Domino doesn’t know the truth of his past, so she doesn’t judge. He left his last 3 relationships (after leaving wife) not on good terms. She’s not sure who or what to believe. All she knows is what she feels. She feels led to follow her heart, and believe him. I told her the fact they have such chemistry and rapport is the Universe’s way of letting them know they have karmic work. They will be together as long as they are in vibrational resonance. As in dancing, let the stronger one lead. Continue reading
I stopped in at Jason’s Produce today and bought 4 lemons and 2 giant red peppers. I got caught in the rain coming out of the store and let it sprinkle down on me for a few moments, then home to make chicken fajitas for lunch. My newest staple is sauteed onions and peppers, sometimes mushrooms, today with grilled chicken, piled into a warmed corn tortilla with a dab of salsa and sometimes a slice of smoked provolone flavored soy cheese. This morning, Rev. Sue’s lesson today mirrored two blog posts I’d made just before leaving for church. No surprise. I live in synchronicity!