I skipped out of the house today, while my older daughter was having her 15th birthday celebration with her friends. I decided to treat myself to a movie. I made a bad choice.
I Am Legend with Will Smith– another dreary depiction of a possible future here on earth. "God has a plan." "There is no God!" an angry Will Smith yells. A deadly virus resulting from a supposed cure for cancer killed 95% of earth's population and only a lucky few are holding up in the beautiful hills of Vermont.
I walked out into the parking lot, snow gracefully drifting to the pavement and I felt grateful. Grateful that my family was at home celebrating another year of my daughter's life, grateful that I have a different vision of what our collective future holds, and grateful that I know the universal life force that created this planet, by whatever name you call it, has given us free agency to do what our true nature of love can only do and that is to expand, become more and create only beauty.
I Am, which we each are, is legend. Now it is time to be it!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Blowing Bubbles
The heat is being turned up. Or should I say the Love is being turned up. Just a couple of weeks ago Cynthia was in a facilitator training session where the topic of discussion was around the metaphor of Moses and the parting of the Red Sea. Now James Twyman's and Drew Heriot's, the Moses Code, is hitting the internet airwaves.
The cosmic message is clear. The divine power within and around each of us is chomping at the bit, so to speak, to work through us, but like Moses, we get to believe in our selves so much that we stand before any obstacle and say, "thou shall not stand in my way!" (not that that's what Moses said, but you get the point)
In Cynthia's training, "blowing bubbles" was the mantra for the evening. Not until the water is over our heads, not until we are 101% committed to turning our life ship around in an empowering direction and taking the necessary action will the sea of obstacles part, and a clear path of where our hearts are guiding us to travel will reveal itself.
The time of becoming masters is here. But doing it alone is impossible. Books, coaches, supportive friends and of course your divinity is there to accompany you on the journey. Embrace yourself, stand before any challenge or limitation that is before you and start blowing bubbles. An oxygen tank will be nearby!
The cosmic message is clear. The divine power within and around each of us is chomping at the bit, so to speak, to work through us, but like Moses, we get to believe in our selves so much that we stand before any obstacle and say, "thou shall not stand in my way!" (not that that's what Moses said, but you get the point)
In Cynthia's training, "blowing bubbles" was the mantra for the evening. Not until the water is over our heads, not until we are 101% committed to turning our life ship around in an empowering direction and taking the necessary action will the sea of obstacles part, and a clear path of where our hearts are guiding us to travel will reveal itself.
The time of becoming masters is here. But doing it alone is impossible. Books, coaches, supportive friends and of course your divinity is there to accompany you on the journey. Embrace yourself, stand before any challenge or limitation that is before you and start blowing bubbles. An oxygen tank will be nearby!
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Celebrating Death
Funerals are not high on my list of things to attend. After my father's funeral, when I was eleven, I think I decided they were something to be avoided.
Recently however, I couldn't avoid one. I wanted to support a friend in need. Her husband, after two of their three children had ended their own lives, decided he couldn't stand the pain any longer and ended his life.
The mortuary was packed to capacity. Speakers spoke of this man's "deamons" and hardships primarily and added a few stories of a lighter note. I left the service feeling less than inspired. I felt cheated in truth. I felt once again, a gathering of a couple of hundred souls disbanded, leaving no more connected than when they entered the dreary building cloaked in pain and suffering.
Had I been asked to speak (and would have the composure to get through a talk) I would have involved the audience. I would have asked them what this man's life, however he lived it, taught them about their life. "What are your addictions?" I would have asked. "When do you want to check out of the game of life?" "How are you accountable for this soul's decision to leave?" If we can't learn about how we are living our life from another's passing then we miss a valuable opportunity. I would have then had the audience stand, hug their neighbor and reach up to the heavens and sing something like Led Zepplin's "Stairway to Heaven" or "The Sound of Music" or something to connect us at the heart!
Whether we choose to exit this third dimensional reality on our own accord, or let disease or degeneration be the more acceptable cause, death is but another event in a day that we have a choice in how we respond to it. Is it something to mourn or is it something to celebrate. Death is primarily mourned because we don't live each day as whole, responsible, loving beings able to move into the next day undaunted by a loved one's passing. Death is usually mourned because of how low our expectations of ourselves have been. How little we loved. How little we grew our light with the soul who made their exit.
My funeral will be fun. My funeral will be a celebration of all my screwups, successes, friends, family and journey to the next grade in The School of Cosmic Enlightenment. My funeral will be filled with love and light because I will have made an effort to require myself and those in my world to live from that higher place, not from disconnection, fear and scarcity. So if you want to come to a fun funeral come into my world and let me come into yours.
Oh and one other thing...if you die before me, don't expect me to come unless it's a party!
Recently however, I couldn't avoid one. I wanted to support a friend in need. Her husband, after two of their three children had ended their own lives, decided he couldn't stand the pain any longer and ended his life.
The mortuary was packed to capacity. Speakers spoke of this man's "deamons" and hardships primarily and added a few stories of a lighter note. I left the service feeling less than inspired. I felt cheated in truth. I felt once again, a gathering of a couple of hundred souls disbanded, leaving no more connected than when they entered the dreary building cloaked in pain and suffering.
Had I been asked to speak (and would have the composure to get through a talk) I would have involved the audience. I would have asked them what this man's life, however he lived it, taught them about their life. "What are your addictions?" I would have asked. "When do you want to check out of the game of life?" "How are you accountable for this soul's decision to leave?" If we can't learn about how we are living our life from another's passing then we miss a valuable opportunity. I would have then had the audience stand, hug their neighbor and reach up to the heavens and sing something like Led Zepplin's "Stairway to Heaven" or "The Sound of Music" or something to connect us at the heart!
Whether we choose to exit this third dimensional reality on our own accord, or let disease or degeneration be the more acceptable cause, death is but another event in a day that we have a choice in how we respond to it. Is it something to mourn or is it something to celebrate. Death is primarily mourned because we don't live each day as whole, responsible, loving beings able to move into the next day undaunted by a loved one's passing. Death is usually mourned because of how low our expectations of ourselves have been. How little we loved. How little we grew our light with the soul who made their exit.
My funeral will be fun. My funeral will be a celebration of all my screwups, successes, friends, family and journey to the next grade in The School of Cosmic Enlightenment. My funeral will be filled with love and light because I will have made an effort to require myself and those in my world to live from that higher place, not from disconnection, fear and scarcity. So if you want to come to a fun funeral come into my world and let me come into yours.
Oh and one other thing...if you die before me, don't expect me to come unless it's a party!
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