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

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.

 

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!
Vicky

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.

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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.

Biochemistry and Consciousness and their Effect on Relationships

This week I have had several significant conversations with various groups of people in my life on topics that have come to the intersection of conscious choices and the influence of biochemistry on how we experience life. One conversation was about sexual orientation and other conversations were about physical addictions. Both sexual orientation and the dynamics of addiction have multiple influences, unique to each individual. However, the piece of the conversations that I came away lit up to write about in both of these life conditions is about awareness and appreciation for the raw power of biochemistry. Where an individual’s physiological biochemistry is in play, changing feelings and  behaviors simply by conscious choice is highly unlikely without decisive training such as yogis practice. In many individual cases would be impossible changing behaviors fueled by biochemistry as a component takes support on multiple levels to change over time.. This means, for example, that for people whose sexual hormones are stacked significantly stronger toward same-sex attraction, trying to foster organic, honest feelings of heterosexuality would be a mighty and most likely losing battle. By this same token, when a person has become physically addicted to a substance, such as nicotine or any mind-altering chemical, trying to change the behavior by consciously deciding not to engage the substance, alone, is probably not going to happen long-term, without multi-level support. Why is that?
On the face of things, for someone who has never battled with something happening in their body that is not preferable, which actually applies to long-term depression for example, as well. It can seem almost impossible to really understand. But, taking a closer look at human experiences, we do actually all know what it is like when biochemistry is driving our feelings and actions, and we are powerless to stop it. I acknowledge, there is always the rare exception. However, if you have ever had a stout bout with a stomach virus, with throwing up and/or the runs, this will be where you find your understanding for what is in play for the vast majority of people who are living influenced by biochemical components in the conditions of their lives. For someone who is addicted to nicotine, suggesting that they should “just quit” is just like asking them not to throw up when the urge is pressing. It comes from the same level of systems in the body, where we no longer have conscious control. And, this of course, is just one example. This could be plugged in to any of the conditions in which biochemistry plays a role.
It is not that these influences make change hopeless or impossible, but awareness of this and understanding is principle to that paths of productive relationships and peace with each other and how we come to our choices.
 

 

Spirit’s Sense of Humor and a Lesson in Co-Creation

Hi Everybody, 
This week, yesterday as I was preparing dinner actually, my husband and I experienced an immediate demonstration, AND it was an immediate demonstration with a twist of Spirit’s sense of humor.
Before I share the story, I want to share a pearl of wisdom from Deepak Chopra that I have been practicing that I felt was reflected in the way the immediate-ness of this unfolded. Deepak suggests that when we are setting intentions for what we are choosing that once we come to the clarity of what we want and declare, beyond that we engage the thought as though walking amid soap bubbles wit
hout breaking them–just that gently.
So, last night as I was putting together individual salads, with different dressings for each of us, my husband came up in a particularly playful mood. As I was preparing to pour one of the dressings on a salad, he was mocking different motions to cause me to jump as the dressing was pouring. I put the breaks on, setting down the bottle and saying I had the sensation of sailing over a bump in a car without shocks. I declared if I permitted it, the dressing would fly up out of the bottle and land everywhere.
We cracked up laughing together and he strutted off triumphantly.
I had momentarily turned my attention to another task, knowing if I did he would leave. With him out of the kitchen, I turned back to the dressing. I lifted the bottle by the neck and gave it a vigorous shaking. Before I knew what was happening the lid popped up and off under the pressure of dressing driving upward like volcanic lava. True to my Word spoken just moments before, the dressing was summarily a huge mess across my counter! I was simultaneously shocked, AMAZED and immediately laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
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I called Vernon to come out and share the moment with me saying he wouldn’t believe it. While it was hilarious to us, we both knew, too, that learning how quickly exactly the scenario we had just painted with our words manifested could be a powerful lesson. Certainly, it was because we were playing around that the thought was so gently and completely released. We are committing to each other to practice doing that together with our deeper intentions.