Unconditional Compassion and Opening Consciousness

I am inspired to share with you all a transcendent personal experience I had just a few days ago. It was a huge spiritual and human hands on education for me about Compassion creating a field of energy that Opens Consciousness and the senses. While I can’t go into great detail here just because of the space it would take, I will say that I have learned that actually both Compassion and Forgiveness are far more than practices in behavior and relationship / they are internal States of Being. When we actually reach an embodied State of Forgiveness and/or Compassion, the field that is generated is a phenomenon of Possibility in Consciousness that I have never experienced in any other way. It is a state of heightened awareness that definitely engages human senses globally, which is where I relate it to what Kate posted. My experience of this with Forgiveness was some years ago, now. My current experience involved pervasive, unconditional as part of some personal work that I am doing.
I managed to stay in compassion for a few hours, uninterrupted. Then I drifted off to sleep through meditation. When I woke up I had gone places and gotten insights and questions answered from a place I have never been before. It has inspired me to practice reaching for embodied Compassion and Forgiveness pervasively, regardless of appearances I do not understand from my human perspective.

A Context for Infinite Creation and Transformation

This is about how the mathematical universe / the spiritual universe / the quantum universe / the emotional universe / and the physical universe correlate and mirror each other. And how these understandings applied to conscious use of the law open up limitless potentials for co creation. All along the way, sustaining the balance of light and shadow and gain with loss is important to remember. I am coming to understand that each of these I just named as “universes” are dimensions. In addition to these dimensions, there are what we commonly

In each dimension, the law sustains reality within prescribed limits. For example, one-dimensional stick figures cannot get up and walk off a page within the limits of the dimension in which they have form. In order for the stick figure to become any more than flat on a page, the elements of the stick figure must develop the conditions which engage second and third dimension properties of the law. If the creator of the stick figure knows how to do this, either consciously or unconsciously, the stick figure can be made in Gumby or a fully three-dimensonal doll with ease.

Each time the function of law in one dimension collides with the function of law in another dimension an “event horizon” develops. This means pure potential is moving into form with ever-increasing complexity and order. (Harmon and Troward)
Examples of the collision are events like conception, or when a creature is jettisoned out of their status quo environment and thrust into an environment that operates according to a different rule of law. (the Chipmunk on the sidewalk)
When a form operating in a particular dimension is able to expand and adapt to the introduction of the new dimension, the next level of complexity and order is created and sustained. If not, the creational forces dissipate and the present opportunity is lost, only to take the next opportunity to come around again.

As a conscious co-creator, when we can recognize at what level the various aspects of a creation we desire to bring together are starting from, and we can consciously direct each aspect from the level of alignment that it will resonate with, preparing it for the expansion and greater complexity, then we can navigate the process of co-creation with awe and wonder, but less and less the bumps and bruises that can happen in any new venture along the way.

If an event horizon develops, but the entity generating the event horizon is unprepared for the loss that will occur in the process of embracing what is gained, the manifestation may fail immediately, or the manifestation may occur and then be lost again because the field for it to stabilize in was out of balance, due to the inability of the generator to integrate the loss involved.

Here is an example to remember: In the event of Masada, when the Romans initially advanced to burn down the fortress, in a moment of true spiritual manifestation of protection, the wind changed and the invaders became recipients of their own blaze. This kept Masada from being taken of a period of time, but it was not sustained. The leader of Masada knew, from both physics and spiritual knowledge, that the wind would change again, and his people must make their next best choice to prepare for that. Thus, they elected to take their own lives before God, rather than be forced into slavery by the Romans. Had the spiritual moment of the wind changing to drive the Romans down been sustained at an even greater dimension event horizon, it would not only have been that the wind had changed, but something else would have happened to drive the Romans away, permanently—in addition, the operation of law at this level would have achieved the result without need of any Romans dying, either.

Now I am at the place of taking this information and applying it to the structure and function of my brain to repair itself. It came to me long ago that the structural repair of my neurological system is at a binary level. Now I am getting that is is about revealing my original binary homeostasis, with the whole processes being directed from the spiritual dimension of the highest order, in order that the results be sustainable long-term. This would entail that all the dimensions, with their corresponding order of law, are enfolding into the total picture, encompassing everything between binary physiological and Mystical Spirit.

Yes, I totally know it is possible for this to occur without my processing it in this way. When I was ten years old I declared my choice not only to embrace healing transformation, but to know what I did to align myself with that event so that I can pass my experience of it to others seeking similar transformation. I am open to insights any of you might have

In the days immediately following the above thoughts I came into an understanding on a visceral level that within every single engagement in life, within every moment of every opportunity we are presented with choices for our continued learning and our continued crafting of quality of life. The reason world scriptures intimate “judge not and ye shall not be judged is, on a cause/effect level, because we reflect ourselves in our view of others, yes. But, at an even purer spiritual level the scripture is a dictate of Truth first because there is no judgement. There is simply the infinitely awesome experience of Being, and what we choose to make of it

Pre- and Perinatal Insights in “Coat of Many Colors”

In light of the Dolly Parton’s notoriety, and the relative fame and common awareness people have of her song for which the movie is titled, Coat of Many Colors is, in my estimation among the most potent contemporary creative expressions highlighting pre- and perinatal concerns for American culture, communities and families today. This is particularly because it is closely based on true accounts of Dolly’s life with her family, and it was produced under the watchful and discerning eye of Dolly, herself.

The influences of prenatal life, birth and the loss of a baby that are actually central to the story, especially through the characters most directly impacted by them, are; prenatal bonding and attachment of the mother, including prenatal communication, sibling attachment, postpartum depression for the mother and the devastating effects of it on the whole family, the exquisite importance of the father’s role, lost in agony and obscurity for the father, and the profound influence of these and other related challenges on our culture when seen through a wide-angle lens. It is the profound cultural influence that Coat of Many Colors captures in such raw, rare form. It is not that Dolly Parton, her childhood family or what they went through is extraordinary—it is precisely that the profound importance of prenatal life and birth that this made-for-TV movie brought into the living rooms and into the hearts of over 12 million viewers is happening to families every day all over the nation, and the world. The difference being that for millions of people, these challenges and their impacts are suffered and adapted to out of sheer psychological and physical survival, while the emotional and spiritual truths are often never accurately seen, expressed or shared for restoration and healing.

Dolly Rebecca Parton was born fourth of 12 children, in the Appalachian Mountains of Tennessee, in January, 1946. Her mother, Avie Lee Parton, was pregnant so consistently that she developed a system for her older children to help with the new babies. Dolly said, “Mama—when she was going to have another baby—she would say to the older ones, ‘Now this is going to be your baby,’ meaning you’re going to have to pay a little extra attention, you’re going to have to help a little more, you need to diaper the baby, you need to help rock it, or just take care of its needs because Mama had a house full of kids. So she assigned different babies, and my baby was to be a little boy that was born and lived just a few hours. His name was Larry, so we used that in the movie. I was just at the right age and I could not wait for that baby, and the baby died and it just absolutely killed me because death was a foreign thing to me and it was just a horrible thing, not only for my mother, but for me. So we showed, too, how that affected the family, Mama’s and Daddy’s relationship and different things during that time.” http://www.tvinsider.com/article/58681/dolly-parton-finding-feisty-mini-me-for-coat-of-many-colors/

Thus, in 1954, when Dolly was 8 years old, the seed was planted for the prenatal sibling attachment that could arguably be said to mirror her mother’s, only from a child’s perspectives. The gradual development of the pregnancy was an opportunity for strengthening connection and attachment in a triad among Avie and Dolly, and their mutually-shared love and anticipation for and with the baby, Larry They talked to, sung to and hugged and stroked the baby together consistently. Within the second or third scene of the movie, Avie recognized Dolly’s innate depth of attachment to the baby and she tells Dolly’s father, Robert, “This baby means the world to Dolly; it’s like they are heart twins.”

The symbol reflecting the importance of prenatal and birth influences on our culture, the coat, enters the picture by means that are most revealing about the hidden depths of stories and truths about the origins of emotional impacts and the events that inspire them. Dolly wanted “her baby” to have a pretty baby bed. So, she finger painted the small wooden cradle with flowers and butterflies. Avie, in turn, had recently had donated to her a hodge-podge box of rags—scraps of material perfect for the creation of a patch-work quilt for little Larry—brightness to match Dolly’s intention in painting the cradle. The making of the quilt becomes a focal point for mother and daughter in communing with the baby and planning for the birth. The transformation of the baby’s blanket into Dolly’s Coat of Many Colors, “. . . just like Joseph’s, in the Bible,” becomes the catalyst for the entire family’s journey out of the pit of postpartum depression, back to the ability to function in their lives, touch each other emotionally and spiritually, and rekindle joy. All of this, one would never know, listening to Coat of Many Colors, the song.

Dolly wrote another song, Angel Hill, expressed purely of her love for Larry and the experience of his death. To date, I have not found it released publicly, except sung as a duet by little Dolly, played by Alyvia Lind, and big Dolly, as she was known on the movie set. Adult Dolly’s singing of this song is done as a voiceover; she does not appear as an adult in the movie. The singing of the song spans the bridge between Dolly sitting on her mother’s lap, singing it to Larry in the womb, to the events of his birth and death, where adult Dolly’s adult voice interjects into the song to emphasize the lifelong import.

 Angel Hill
by Dolly Parton, for Larry Parton

I close my eyes; I can see your sweet smile;
I can count all your fingers and toes.
I can imagine the scent of your skin.
I can’t wait to see you up close.

Can’t wait to touch you, to hold you to rock you,
to know you’ll forever be mine.
Words can’t describe what I feel inside . . .
. . . .
flowers bloom on yonder hill.

You are my promise, my gift from above–
my heart runneth over from all of this love.

Oh, how can this be true?
They say that God took you; they say that He needed you more.
Said I shouldn’t question, that God is perfection.
But, me; I’m not really so sure.

My heart is broken; my hurt can’t be spoken.
Surely God cares how I feel.
I’m gonna miss you, but I’ll be here with you
on this spot they call Angel Hill.

My angel, I love you, I have and I will
for as long as the flowers bloom on Angel Hill.
Now you’ll sleep beneath them, your little heart still,
and I’ll meet you in Heaven if it be God’s will.

I’ll meet you in Heaven.
I can’t wait until . . .

Representative of the shock for everyone going through this experience, the missing stanzas of the song at the pinnacle between Larry’s life and death struggle during birth are drowned out by Dolly’s oldest sister, Willadeen keeping Dolly away from the scene. Those lyrics and their meaning lost, as if overtaken by the mental and emotional fog that shock produces.

Avie’s consuming postpartum depression, Dolly’s grief, which she said, “seemed to take up all the room I had inside,” and the malaise that overtook the whole family lasted for more than a year. Anyone in doubt of the pervasive biochemical power to thwart a woman physically and emotionally need only look at examples like this. For children of a mother in postpartum depression, the consequences are especially cruel. In Willadean’s words, “Mama ain’t cookin’, she ain’t messin’ with the kids, and she ain’t eatin. And, Dolly’s not singin’. I’m doing the best I can [to fill her mother’s shoes taking care of kids and toddlers], but I’m not Mama and I never will be! This family is fallin’ apart.” Did Avie Parton suddenly stop loving her eight beautiful children, who all needed her love and wanted her to feel their love for her? No; yet, she could not of her own accord move past still feeling her baby move inside her and, “being caught between two worlds,” in the adult Dolly’s narration, “causing her to sit very still.”

The baby’s father, Robert, was at Avie’s side through the birth and holds Larry through his last breath. Characteristic of our society, particularly for that time and not so far removed from some father’s experiences today, Robert’s backbreaking investment in providing for his family is duly appreciated, but his grief and his perspectives in grief for his little lost son are chronically missed, ignored or minimized, favoring only Avie’s needs. At one point, as Robert is expressing his sincere anger at God, Willadean admonishes him that he “ought not to joke about Mama’s faith. It hurts her,” and how he better go and do Avie’s bidding. In the next scene, Avie is yelling at Robert, “I’m the one who lost my baby!” When Robert and Avie finally find enough perspective for a conversation, Robert pleads, “What do you want from me? We’re not sleeping as man and wife; you don’t want me to discipline the kids; everything has changed . . . I can’t get my bearings.”

Ultimately, at Robert’s urging, it was Avie’s original passionate investment in Dolly’s gifted voice, which grief had silenced in her little girl that brought Avie the drive to make her way back to her family. Through transforming Larry’s blanket into a winter coat for Dolly, Avie found a slow rhythm to express her pain in a generative way. In turn, the coat-of- many-colors became the catalyst for Dolly to express the full range of emotions bottled up inside her, while at the same time growing up into new-found emotional maturity and compassion.

Throughout the film, the conversations between Dolly and both of her parents are priceless pearls offering doors and windows to some of the healing through connection our families are crying out for, often in unseen ways today. In one of the most revealing scenes of the story, when Avie and Dolly get their first opportunity to talk with each other about Larry’s death, Avie tells Dolly that during her pregnancy, she had visions that Larry was not coming to stay. Dolly reacted declaring, “Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t be hurting so bad; I wouldn’t have . . .”
“You wouldn’t have what?” Avie prompted gently, “You wouldn’t have loved him?” As Dolly sheepishly nods, her mother gently takes her face in her hands telling her never to be sorry she has loved. “Love is the greatest power there is. Love is even greater than death.”

With respect to the power and importance of prenatal and perinatal consciousness perspectives, this speaks so loudly to the need to impress upon our children—our soon-to-be parents—that conceived children deserve and need regard unconditioned by, or measured by whether or not we are prepared for them. We need not only to recognize them as conscious, but to recognize nature’s true inalienable humanity dictates bonds of love for the unborn regardless of how challenged the details of our lives may become because they are loved. How would abortion and abortion ideation rates be affected if it was instilled in people that conception equals a call to conscious connection and loving regard, with facing decisions that have to be made not excluding that.

A Message Through Our Modern-Day Gladiators

We live in an unlimited universe. So, what is the deal with financial resourcing for a plethora of needs on individual, family and societal levels being in increasingly short supply in fundamental areas like education, healthcare and clutural arts? One need only look so far as this week’s Mayweather/Paquiano boxing match or any given year’s Superbowl to see it. And, one need only be able to accept the rudimentary psychological truths reflected through them to see how very simply adds up. The good news is no one need stress themselves over grasping the king pin keys to the problem. The bad news is Americans, along with most other country’s citizens are seriously going to have to literally pull together to change it.
Am I saying that people enjoying contact sports is responsible for the ills of the world? No, I am not. I am saying that the realities of the dynamics of the world of contact sports like these two examples reveal the underlying principle driving problems generating our ills. A majority of people in my experience are beginning to see that are dramatically increasing challenges must be addresssed if we are not to become the greatest society to burn itself out since the Roman Empire. I am paining one picture of what I believe it will take to do it with sustainability. Why have I chosen this week’s fight as my opportunity to express this now? It is estimated that this one single sporting event generated in range of two hundred million dollars. The problem of financial resourcing in our society as a whole is not due to any lack of available funding; it is about what we are collectively drawn to invest our money in.
All that money has been amassed one ticket and one pay-per-view customer at a time. So, does that mean that individuals should not look forward to and pay to see the next sporting event that strikes their fancy? This is a question that can only be answered by each person. It is a matter of being aware of our priorities and especially what it is that inspires us to choose the priorities we do with the money we have to spend. It is not a matter of saying that people should not enjoy watching sports, necessarily. It is a matter of asking ourselves why we clearly collectively will pay a great deal more money a great deal faster to see humans competing against humans than we will to build pristine, well-resourced education systems to insure that our children are able to build healthy relationships and function in the world in ways that insure survival and the promise of joy in living.
Despite all the ways in which most of us would rather deny it on a daily basis, human beings most base default program is to compete rather than to cooperate. Generally, individually and collectively, there is a strong drive to “win,” to feel the gratification of winning. Why do we want to feel the sense of winning? On a primal level “winning” insures survival. On an everyday basis, this is the piece that most people I know would argue. People tend to want to think and feel that surely they personally have higher ideals, and that collectively humans are beings of ideals higher than that. Interestingly, this piece tends to be equally true in both the evolutionist and the creationist camps; either we’ve evolved past it, or we were created greater than all the other survival-wired creatures from the beginning. The black and white facts are, collectively, we are much quicker to want to prove we are on the winning team, than on the team in which our small donation to any one of a million causes, such as school-building, added up cooperatively to insure our true long-term survival today.
Does the fact that it is a natural drive to fulfill our base programming of competition first mean that we must act from that place? No. But, it is only by keeping awareness of it and consciously making other choices –according to priorities first– that we can begin to create collective human experiences dominated by success in collective cooperation, with competitive drives becoming secondary.
In closing, for now, if you want to check this out for yourself rather than deciding anything about this just because I said it, stop and notice this week places and times in your life where you have enjoyed the feeling of “winning.” Then ask yourself if the basis of the triumph was cooperative or competitive. The key is cooperation brings people together and builds; competition separates and divides. Both dynamics are progressive. Left without checks and balances, the dynamics fueling competition will escalate to destruction. There is a place and time for both of these dynamics according to priorities, checks and balances. It is critically important that each choice is made consciously, one person, one opportunity at a time.


Why Babies Are Born Helpless and the Importance of it.

I am currently interviewing people from all walks of life to discover the most potent ways to help people understand the profound importance of conceiving and birthing babies consciously, including planning for the conception and also communicating with the baby from day 1 of pregnancy.  In the process of having these rich and varied conversations with people, I have become aware that there is one aspect of these facts that people may be fascinated to know, yet, it is little known. That is the driving forces and purpose in Nature for human babies being born totally helpless for an extended period after birth.
There are two reasons for this. The first is that if a human baby’s bodily strength were given time to develop in the womb to be strong enough to even stand up right away, the brain would have outgrown the capacity to pass the mother’s pelvis in every case. This is also the purpose for and divine intelligence revealed in human babies cranium’s having soft spots. Nature knows they babies brain is still in rapid growth in structure and size. This is somewhat common knowledge, and hopefully, everyone who has an infant in their care is aware of the soft spots and being mindful of infant’s not hitting there heads, especially for this reason.
The second, little-known reason for human babies being born helpless is that it is in our nature that the structures of the brain predominantly growing after birth are those available to Optional learning patterns. And this is where it is so important that parents understand the significance of possibilities for their baby and the level of choices that are made.
Prior to birth, nature is maximizing all of the areas of the brain that will allow for good strong living that every human being needs pretty much the same. And, certainly, at every stage of brain / body development, the more secure and healthy the environment and input is the better. Prior to birth some of the structure and function of the entire brain are in place, but major maturation of what is called the forebrain and pre-frontal lobes is affected by everything after birth. It is the development of this part of the brain, which largely sets humans apart from all other life on earth. And, it is the “optional” qualities of what goes into this development that results in every person being so incredibly unique in character, how we think and what we do. Parents and primary care givers are the major players in the foundations of how all the options for the development of the forebrain turn out. By this I mean particularly how secure a person grows to feel in relationships in the world and to themselves; how fully a person’s capacity for thinking and creativity develops, etc.
Parenting is, by far, the most difficult and responsible job in the world. Especially in our world today, for these reasons, it should seriously come with a manual with this kind of information. All parents, and all people for that matter, are making the best choices they can with what they know at the time. This is not about saying that anything has been done wrong. It is about ways in which we can make the whole world a better place moving forward, by giving every baby we can the best possible start and understanding.




Walking Watch 2014/2015 Documentary

Many of you have read a great deal of this on Face Book. I am recreating it as a comprehensive diary because I am well on my way to my goal, and I need to have these details down for the benefit of sharing with others who are looking for paths in the future.
I was born with Spastic Cerebral Palsy. One day, in the summer of 1981, when I was 19, I put down two Canadian Crutches that I had used to walk all my life, and began walking independently. There is a lot that went into how and why that was possible, but that is another story. From that day, I walked independently for 19 years, until I was 38 years old. I lost my ability to walk independently because I had not realized that as we age, we very gradually lose core muscle tone, unless we are working every day to keep it. I was at work one day (a reservations agent for an airline), when I got up to go on a break and could not walk on my right foot. My right arch had completely collapsed.
Some people are born flat-footed, as I was, but that is very different than having no arch. It is essentially a severe sprain, especially with respect to the healing process. I walked with the use of a cane on my right side, while my foot was healing for several weeks, and by the time I could use my right foot completely normally, I had become cane dependent on my right side.
I began taking steps right then to return to being able to walk independently. In the course of researching what exactly had happened, I began learning about how changes in hormones with aging can decrease the body’s natural maintenance of muscle tone, especially for people who sit eight hours a day. In addition to the loss of muscle, I had just as gradually gained a predictable amount of weight — about 20 pounds. While I had at first thought that with a little focused work in these areas, I would be back to walking without a cane, persistently, that did not happen. I was not doing quite enough.
Over the past 14 years, I have made numerous runs at independent walking. With each attempt I’ve learned more about what needs to be restored in my body, and what daily routines must be in place for me to maintain what I gain back. One key piece that I have known that I really needed, even long before I lost my right arch, is a body cycle–one of those tabletop cycles you can use peddling with your arms or your legs. This is true because the whole peddling motion is huge in support of the strengths and motions needed to walk. The hips, which bridge the back and the legs are a major area that require maintenance and strength training that the body cycle serves. Over the years, I have tried several ways to make cycling readily an option, to no avail. I never found the right fit, or the right place to do it.
For my birthday this year–I’m 52 now–that changed. I now have the perfect body cycle mounted on ply board in my living room that I can use every day with both my legs and my arms. Simultaneously, my relationship to food is continuing to adjust to exactly what I need to both enjoy eating and lose weight; the beauty of the is, I am losing weight today, as we speak. I have lost 2 1/2 pounds this week, and I know how and why. I is a combination of exercising in small segments throughout my day, combined with a living affirmation, which is: I choose to Be more than I Do, and I Do more than I Eat. (More In the Next Installment)


Loosing My Loosing Beliefs and Gaining Affluence Freely

     I’m posting this because my guess is this may speak the truth for many people. If this resonates with your feelings, join me in knowing that with conscious awareness we can transform what once was into whatever we prefer today.

  In my most recent pre- and perinatal workshop, where my focus was my own healing, a most unusual dynamic happened where I caught my mentor,  William, in a moment of vulnerability. Rather than giving him space or some positive nod of acknowledgment for what he was saying, I reflected on the most graphic story in my experience to compare what he had just shared to.

In reflection that night I realized a dynamic of my shadow had risen up and “targeted” William in a moment of vulnerability. It was a projection of a behavior I used to play against my mom to get back at her for all the hurts I had related to her that I had no accepted way of expressing directly. As soon as I became aware of it that night, I began the process of owning it, and I apologized to William for the projection and for taking advantage of his openness.

When I got home from the workshop, I wrote out a full clearing to discover more definitely what was at the core of that–the word “targeted” came up multiple times. I found myself writing about how I intentionally targeted mom, and all of us siblings took rounds intentionally targeting each other, knowing each other’s vulnerabilities and setting each other up for embarrassment, or whatever the opportunity might be–all the time. Among us kids, consciously, no one was supposed to really get hurt. When the rare occasions would arise that I could target my mom, however, I did intend to hurt her feelings.

Since this processing, over the past couple weeks, “targeted” has stayed with me, rapping on my attention. Tonight doing dishes, I was musing about what an unlikely word for me to use. Then I asked myself, “Where have I used that word before?” It was working a process on getting to our core beliefs about Abundance, with John DeLemme. He was asking me what stops me from financial flows of abundance multiple times more than I am making now.
At that time, I came to the realization that all of my adult life I have had a visceral fear that if I have any more financial affluence than what meets my basic needs, I will be TARGETED by people who want what I have. Until this moment, I have never understood the underlying cause of that fear, except to say that I have known it is formidable–not something I could ever just talk myself out of.

Right here, right now, I totally understand myself about this. I took on the fear of being targeted at a visceral level because, as the youngest, littlest, and the only girl, I could never do or have anything bigger or better than my brothers –unless it was something they had zero interest in– because if I did manage to best one of them for a flash of a moment, they would naturally exert greater strength, knowledge or agility and best me at whatever it was we were doing. Very Interesting–in this moment, as I type this, flashback memories of chronically loosing when we would play Monopoly are coming up.
I always wanted to play with them so much, and I would always be the first to loose.

This is such a Key you guys–my whole body and my mind are signaling about this Right Now, like Gangbusters and Popcorn all at once.
Now I just have to figure out how to release the belief system about it not being safe to be as affluent, or more so, than my peers. Please understand, it’s not that I need to show anybody up; I just need to develop the Option inside myself that I could, and that if I did it would not spurn and immediate attempt by the world around me to literally put me back in my place on the bottom.

I was born a Champion! I choose to win!!
(Affirmation Courtesy of John Di Lemme, Strategic Business Coach)

Meditation Process an Awesome Metaphor for Life

In my experience, Spirit is reflecting back to us how Life works all around us. The principles of creation are replicated everywhere we turn when we practice knowing what to catch with our awareness. The other day, someone was giving themselves a hard time about why it seemed no matter how clearly they realize Spirit is All there is, still, she finds herself getting caught up in mundane concerns, and worried about practical details and outcomes. She said, “When I have “aha” moments, I am filled with certainty that I cannot be separated from the Source of All that Is. I don’t understand why I don’t stay there.”
As she was speaking, I felt like I heard an echo. Where have I heard this before? Then it dawned on me that I have had the same conversation countless times with people learning the practice and benefits of meditation. Almost universally, it seems, people new to meditation will get frustrated with themselves in the experience of continually finding there minds unsettled and distracted by every day details and concerns. “Why do I always do that?” they ask. Why can’t I just stay centered and focused, and stay in the peace of meditating?
Of course, part of the answer is that the whole point of meditation practices is developing the power of a trained mind; to compassionately catch our thoughts straying from the central focal point, and gently and easily bring our attention back to what we prefer. The more we do that, the stronger our option to stay centered in peacefulness gets. And, as I was considering these parallel similarities it dawned on me that experiencing our lives can be like practicing ongoing Meditation on a Grand scale: We choose what we prefer to have at the center of our internal focus each day, and when we find we’ve been drawn off that point into some stress or concern that does not serve any Good, then we take ourselves back the to intended focus of our attention. Realizing this mirror reflection between meditation and how I walk through life really has made me feel I have so much more understanding for when I get distracted, and why it need not bother me in the slightest.




Expanding Consciousness and Interconnectedness of All Things

Hi Everybody,

Over the years of my learning to be a conscious co-creator of my life, with Spirit, I have come to call the activity of Love and Law manifesting as my experiences, Grace. I often affirm that where Grace is moving, it touches everything connected to it. This morning I had an experience of Grace that purely reflects the role of expanding consciousness and the interrelatedness of ALL that is. First, I will describe two “apparently separate” sets of circumstances involved, then I will describe how they came together in fascinating Demonstration.

First, Vernon and I love our home, which is an apartment in St. Matthews, where we have lived for seven years. As winter approaches each year, we often comment on the blessing of it being well insulated. Yet, each year in the deep winter, we have found ourselves consistently cold, with a “drafty” feeling that has been hard to explain.

Over the last several months, Vernon and I have had many opportunities to go through stored family belongings. Among them we had a truly lovely hand-quilted bed spread. I knew that it is from my side of the family, but more than that I did not know, such as who created it, or what the inspiration could have been for taking such obvious time and care. There are two sets of initials in the center of the quilt, but I could only guess with confidence about one and I had no clue about the other, so the story was a mystery.

The one thing I have known for certain is that the quilt is an antique of at least 60 years, but how much more we could not tell. And, the best home I know of for an antique in our world is Rev. Carolyn and Bob’s home, Esther (For those who may not know, when Carolyn and Bob purchased the home, they along with the LCSL community, named the house, Esther)

Now, last night as the rain and wind blew through, Vernon and I not only had that “drafty” feeling, but rain was dripping in around the window and on to our bed. We assessed that the calking around the sill needed to be re-sealed, and I called a work order in for it this morning.

At about the same time I called in the work order, Carolyn and I had a delightful phone conversation finalizing the decision that the quilt goes with her, and will fit in the house perfectly. Within the conversation, talked a bit about the story the quilt has to tell. I told her what I could, and then Carolyn said, “When I look at those initials and tap into the feeling of what went into it, I think of it as perhaps a wedding gift for a young couple getting married.”

As we hung up the phone it dawned on me as if I was thinking of it for the first time, that the paired initials are “KB” for my paternal grandfather, Kit Bowker, and MK for my paternal grandmother, Martha Kakack. And, I just love that the fact that it is, indeed, the initial of grandma’s maiden name confirms that it was, in fact, their wedding gift! What an incredible dawning in consciousness.
And then . . . I called Carolyn right back to tell her, and at that instant Vernon came out of our bedroom, beaming. “I figured it out,” he said. “You’re not going to believe this, but the whole time we’ve been here not one, but two of our bedroom windows have been open just a crack at the TOP of the windows. (We never realized the are windows slide, both, from the bottom up and from the top down!) It literally feels like the “knowing” of the true richness of the story of the quilt ushered in with it the significant awareness, improving our experience of our home, and saving all the energy, to boot!

Affirmation: Today I consciously dance in conscious co-creation!

The Non-Local Presence of Spirit and Experiencing a Quantum Leap

The“Snow Day” needs a paragraph of description all its own. Weeks before current day, back in the fall, our spiritual center began talking up this one-day retreat event we planned for our community. The intended feeling in calling it “snow day” was exactly how I was feeling in wanting to go within in peaceful reflection and stillness. As the weekend of the 25th drew nearer, more and more talk about Snow Day rippled through the community.

The entire day was to be shared in a single site, large enough to support all our plans. We were launching the day with breakfast together at 8:15 am. Snow began falling heavily just as everybody was waking up for the day, about 6:30 am. Now the organizer of the event had a pivotal decision to make—whether to cancel the event.

     Later that morning, in our first round of sharing after breakfast and the opening invocation almost all of the incredible number of 16 attendees openly admitted we had initially been hoping the event would be cancelled. However, already we were all glad it had worked out that we were there by that time. All of us had a story to tell about what we had to do to get through the fresh snow at that hour. At this point, one might think that the coordinator of the event would feel bad; however, as the opportunity to speak came to her, she was chuckling with some delight. She said, “Well, you guys, about 6:30 am this morning I dropped into prayer about this. I actually wasn’t sure I wanted to get out in this myself. But, when I started to take action, I just couldn’t bring myself to cancel Snow Day due to SNOW! Of course, this was just hilarious. What a delightful experience of emotionally invested affirmation taking form. And so it was that we were gathered for a phenomenal day of sacred ceremony, fun and laughter. It is, perhaps, significant to note here that if the day had not been deemed “Snow Day,” the opportunity very likely would have been cancelled in favor of everyone simply staying home to enjoy the falling snow privately.

 The next opportunity during Snow Day, we were invited to choose a stone from a large selection of stones creating a ring around the candles lit in the center of the circle. These stones were of the quality that would be found in and around a riverbed. I selected my stone based on it being neither too light nor to black, square in shape on one end and smoothly rounded on the other, with numerous scars running all through it, clearly indicating it has been around for a long time. Only after I selected the stone did I discover, additionally, that on the squared end it has one pointed, jagged edge, representing my most significant personal challenge on a soul level right now. (The details of this are not contained here, at all.) I will write about it in a separate document.)

For all of these reasons, my stone is an excellent representation of me.

     After each person had a chance to speak about what their stone represented to them and/or their intention participating in the day, we sang a simply beautiful song written by our music director, ky. The song, “In the Silence,” says this:

In the silence I sit; in the silence I wait.

In the silence I know I am free.

In the silence I sit; in the silence I wait.

In the silence I simply just be.

In the silence.

In the silence.

In the silence.

This can be sung, and we did sing it, in a round, once we all got comfortable enough with the words and the melody. It was so powerful reverberating through the room by the time we all got harmonized with it.

     Just as we finished the final refrains of the song, two cell phones rang amid the singing, back to back. It felt like spontaneity of Spirit adding exclamation points to the energy in the room, especially since it was two cell phones ringing back to back. Then, the instant the singing stopped two separate people told me Vernon called asking that I call him as soon as possible. Chills of confirmation rolled through me; I knew Mom was gone. I knew that receiving the news in that space and time was Grace of God. It was in that moment that it dawned on me this was January 25, also the day my dad died.

     Rev. Carolyn was sitting two people over from me. I went directly to her, before going out of the room with my phone telling her I was certain Mom was gone, and this was exactly the anniversary of Dad’s transition six years earlier. In addition, we would learn over the next few hours in getting the details, that it was also almost exactly the same hour of the day; Vernon’s mom passed January 25, 2014, at 7:30 her time, in Texas. My dad died January 25, 2008 at 7:01 am, his time in Las Vegas.

 This correspondence of events carries levels and layers of confirmation for me and for us that can hardly all be put into words. But, we have known it is important for now, and for moving forward to write these details. And, there is yet some more.

 Services for Mom were held Friday, six days after her passing, in the small town of Marshall, Texas, where she was raised because the Family Plot is there. Marshall is about three hours from where Mom last lived across the street from Missy. While all of the family’s early history is in Marshall, no one in the family lives there now. This being the case, the logical thing to do was for everyone coming in for the services to stay in the same motel. Thus, the LaQuinta of Marshall became the host location where our family gathered to celebrate Mom’s life.

     One might wonder why in the world the motel really matters. Almost unbelievably, as we settled into our room, I looked up in the corner where the desk to set up our computers and there in striking black and white was a picture of two river bed stones. And, I mean the stones are the only thing in this wall-size picture. The stone in the foreground of the picture definitely representative of the stone I chose and kept from the Snow Day ceremony. It was the same color and shape as mine, only lacking the scar lines running through it. The stone in back of mine, clearly energetically Vernon’s, even though he was not physically present during the ceremony because he was meant to be at home receiving the call from his sister. I stared and stared at that picture in awe of the confirmation of Grace, thinning of veils between dimensions and the reality that Space and Time are irrelevant spiritually. I waited until the next morning, when we were rested to talk with Vernon about it. He was in awe, suggesting it felt like his parents must have pushed the images into the room at some level.


The other aspect of the appearance of the stones that feels awesome is that the Tuesday after Mom passed, the night before we drove down to Texas, I held my weekly class on SynchroDestiny. That night, we discussed specifically the aspect of quantum physics that reveals that electrons can be identified in one space and then suddenly be in another space absent any energetic path indicating how they got from one location to another. Now I am working with a strengthened feeling sense for what it means to be immersed in and a part of this universal, omnipotent unified field I call God or Spirit, and what it means to function within it consciously.