Waging a War Against Fear

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Fear is a little scary, have you noticed?  Teddy Roosevelt was right when he said, “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.”  Fear is scary.  So today, I want to talk about fear, just as way of trying to talk myself out of it.  We teach what we need to learn.

A few weeks ago, I tentatively tiptoed into a brand new world of spiritual activism. (here)  I’m not sure which was scarier—doing it, or thinking about doing it.  Either way, I gathered the courage to stick my toe in the water, and happily, it is still attached to the end of my foot.  Somewhere between then and now, I morphed into full-blown advocate of stamping out fear, my own included.

It feels to me as if we are living in apocalyptic times, but in my version of the apocalypse, there is total destruction, a final ending from which there is no return, no redemption.  My view may be flawed, of course, but like all others, I see my reality through the mirror of my own perception.

We are simultaneously living through a pandemic and an experience that seems apocalyptic.  There are no guideposts to help us find our way safely through to the other side.  If we are be victorious, we must build an army of strong warriors to forge the way and fight the fight, because we are facing the challenge of a lifetime in a fierce battle between good and evil.

Therein lies my mission, folks.  I’m on a crusade to recruit fellow warriors who are united in a common purpose to stamp out fear.  We need your help in winning the war between good and evil.  That’s it, plain and simple.  “Simple,” you may ask?  “A pandemic, an apocalypse, the challenge of a lifetime?’  Really?   Yes, really.  Is just a matter of choice.

Regardless of one’s personal belief or nonbelief, faith, or spiritual tradition, we are a family of one and we are all in this together.  In a world of one, every life matters.  Every thought, feeling, and emotion is written in the family album and makes its mark upon future generations.  The legacy that we leave to those who come after us will be determined by the decisions that we make today.

Think about it.  Light workers talk a lot about the power love and light, but often fail to mention the power of fear, of how it undermines the best of intentions.  Through ignorance and a lack of awareness of the power of fear, we will lose the battle.

It is up to each and every one to decide whether we will allow the impact of the news to swallow us in a sea of despair, or decide instead to seek the safety, security, and strength that lives deep within us.  We must do what we must to prevent fear from overpowering our lives.

Regardless of one’s personal belief or nonbelief, faith, or spiritual tradition, we are a family of one and we are all in this together.  In a world of one, every life matters.  Every thought, feeling, and emotion is written in the family album and will make its mark upon future generations.  The legacy that we leave to those who come after us will be determined by the decisions that we make today.

Spiritual warriors fight on the side of right, light, and love.  When just one family member makes a conscious decision to join forces against fear, evil and darkness, the world changes for the better.  I invite you—implore you—to become a force to win the war.

Where to begin?  Stop watching the news.  Go on social media and join groups focused on all things positive, uplifting, spiritual.  Pray for guidance.  Meditate.  Listen with your heart rather than with your head.  Find like-minded friends and support one another in staying positive.  Stand strong against fear.  Reach out.  Uplift others.  Find the light.  BE the light.

We are warriors of light and we will win.  Are you with us?

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

 

Glitz, Glamor, and Humility

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Have you ever wondered what it might be like to take a temporary tour of someone else’s brain to see what it’s like to live in there?  I do.  This notion came to me as the result of once writing a list of people that I admired and noting the specific qualities about them that I would like to develop within myself.  There were many names listed, but the only one that I remember is Grace Kelly, the lovely screen star turned real-life American princess of Monaco, the icon of perfection.  I admired her grace, elegance, and beauty.

Today’s list has only two names, and when put together in the same sentence, seem absolutely ludicrous because on the surface they appear to be the pinnacle of contrast: Dolly Parton and the Dalai Lama.  Dolly Parton, the worldly, glitzy glamorous entertainer, and His Holiness, the Dalai Lama, humble spiritual leader of Buddhism and political leader of Tibet.  The very thought that there is any commonality between them makes me want to giggle.

Dally has been quoted as saying, “It takes a lot of money to look this cheap.”  Who doesn’t love Dolly?   She’s smart, talented, unbelievably generous, utterly adorable, and has a heart of gold.  The Dalai Lama is—well, he’s the Dalai Lama.  I have never met him, but I know those who have and they report that His Holiness has an impish sense of humor and is quick to laugh at himself.  There is something totally lovable about those who have the ability to poke fun at themselves.

Dolly is full of sparkles and spangles, big hair, eyelashes, and bedazzled fingernails.  The Dalai Lama is a simple monk who wears only robes of saffron and maroon.  Somewhere between the sparkle and spirituality lies a commonality that cannot be denied.  Beneath the external appearance, there is a profound inner beauty, wisdom, strength, courage, intelligence, kindness, compassion, generosity of spirit, and a concern for the health and well-being of humanity.

Both offer a life of service simply by their presence in the world, by the very state of their being—Dolly by entertaining us with her considerable gifts and talents, and the Dalai Lama by his dedicated life of spiritual leadership and service to his country and to humanity.  And yet at the same time, both are still human.  Like them, we must find a balance between our persona and our soul, and deal with all aspects of our humanness.  Both present us with a portrait of possibilities about who we are and how we present ourselves in the world, and how we walk around in our heads.

These icons inspire me to strive to embody the qualities in them that I admire the most.   They make me want to recognize and acknowledge the best within myself and let go of all that is not.  For me, it’s humility, compassion, kindness, generosity of spirit, self-acceptance, fearlessness, and humor to add a bit of lightheartedness to the mix.   Which reminds me—my own unbedazzled fingernails were part of the inspiration for this blog, but that’s a story for another day.

Today, I would like to invite you to think about the people you admire, and what qualities they embody that you might like to add to your personal storehouse of ideals.  The power of imagination is miraculous—if you can dream it, you can be it.  If there are any qualities that you would like to adopt as a model to shape a new behavior for yourself, start dreaming!

I also invite and challenge you to inspire others by sharing your comments in the section below.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

I Dream of Spaceships

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This morning I dreamed that a spaceship landed in the center square of my small town.  Small town, gigantic square.  The thing was a humungous round white disc the size of a small city that glowed a brilliant luminous light as it came in for a landing.  Once down, it just sat there in a silent ethereal midst, beaming light in all directions throughout the entire town.  Then I woke up.  Darn.  I wanted more.

I love dreams like that.  They get my brain in gear thinking about the great never-ending mystery of life that has intrigued humankind since forever.  Who are we?  Where did we come from?  Is there life on other planets?  Are we alone in the universe?  Have I been here before?  Where are we going, and where do I fit into the equation?  So many questions, so few answers.

Though I am not a big student of the Bible, the great ship-landing event of my dreams triggered memories from my early Christian training of the rapture, and I started to wonder about the evacuation of the faithful to realms unknown and the return  of the Christ.  Now, there’s a mystery, if ever there was one.

Imagination runs rampant and I wonder about the return of the Christ.  When will He appear, and how?  I am intrigued by a merry round of possibility—will the Coming One return via spaceship?  Will He come alone, or with a cadre of disciples who will go before Him to make smooth His way?  Will He be physical or etheric?  Will he appear as the Christ to me, or as Mohammed or Buddha to others?  Will he speak every language?  Appear on worldwide television?  Might He make a personal appearance in my living room?  If he did, would I stand in delight or collapse in fright?

Ah ha!  Suddenly, I get it!  Clearly, I realize that all questions pale in comparison to the last one, the most important of all.  My dream is a wake-up call to remind me that when there comes a day when I meet face to face with The Coming One, I want to know that I have done everything humanly possible to be ready, to be worthy of the great honor of being in His presence.

Suddenly, a life review of my behavior during the pandemic seems appropriate.  It is a mini reflection of my life as a whole.  How am I doing?  Have there been any changes in my behavior?  Any improvements or backsliding, or stuck points?  Can I congratulate myself for chugging on with my daily blog-writing mission and forgive myself for lack of exercise and mindless eating??  Can I observe myself without judgment?  Can I resolve to take whatever steps I must to improve, however tiny those steps may be?  Bring it on!  Whatever it is, I want to see it, and I want to correct it while I still have the time.  I want a seat on the spaceship.

Those of us who are on a mission to get reservations on the ship are the warriors of light.  We are the ones who are fighting the good fight against the dark forces.  Our light is excavating evil hiding in the dark, and we are winning.  We know this with absolute certainty because what has been lurking beneath the surface for eons has now been ferreted out by the brilliance of our light for all to see, and it is ugly.  This is good news. 

Every single person on the planet who seeks to discover and embody the best within carries a bright light, and that light, when joined with others becomes the torch that blazes the path to a new world, a new age, a new era.  Every light makes a difference, and the most important one of all is yours.

Keep your eye upon the donut and not upon the hole, keep the faith, and watch for signs of The Coming One, however He may appear.  What a wondrous mystery.

 

Life in the Learning Lane

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This morning, I started the coffee, nuked the creamer, zipped out to do a few quick errands around the building, and when I returned, the house was filled with the sweet aroma of charred caramel macchiato.  Oops—that’s what adding an extra zero to the timer will do for you.  Absentmindedness has found a new home in my head.  I trust that it is merely a temporary condition that will vacate when the corona virus does.  Where has my  mind gone?

Phone calls go unreturned for a day or so, unanswered emails clog up my inbox, daily walks are put off until the tomorrow that never seems to come, birthdays are acknowledged late or not at all–well, you get the idea.  Maybe it’s just a matter of keeping my own company for too long, or a lack of outside mental stimulation.  Whatever it is, it needs a bit of remediation.

What is wrong with this picture?  Have I put the emPHAsis on the wrong syllable?

I know that I have committed myself to writing a daily blog for a reason.  Why?  Apparently, there are still things that I must learn, and this experience is a powerful teacher, a mirror reflection of my inner state of being.  Can I keep up?  Is there life outside of the classroom?  Can I balance my studies with life, juggle responsibilities, and still get a little down time and enough sleep?   Clearly, I’m a beginner in a graduate course.

It is safe to say that the care and feeding of my baby blog has become almost a full- time job.  Like a child, it requires time, energy, sleepless nights, and a lot of nurturing.  There are bloggers who have hundreds, or thousands of followers and I wonder how they manage when I struggle to look after my one small infant.  Do they have any other life, these successful bloggers?  They must have found the balance that I have lost.

Writing my early occasional blogs was like having a pet.  Write it, walk away for a while, come back, feed it, give it a little attentionLif, and return at my leisure.  A daily blog, on the other hand, is like having twins.  The pressure is on, the days never end, and nothing much ever gets done.  It’s like taking on a double major.

I wonder—when I learn whatever it is that I enrolled for, will I be allowed to downsize back to occasional?  I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.  Meanwhile, maybe I’ll start thinking about why I enrolled in the first place and just get on with it.

Today, writing is the easy part.  Next, I face an added challenge in the mix, Facebook and WordPress are both forcing me to learn anew thanks to technology changes.  Really?  Do I have to?  Is this in the curriculum?  No wonder my poor addled brain is tangling with forgetfulness and absentmindedness.  Well, I guess that dealing with technology is a lot easier than having to write by candlelight with a quill pen like poor Jane Austin.  All those revisions and rewrites?  Heaven help her!

If this is the worst problem that I ever have to face, aren’t I beyond blessed?   We all show up in our classroom with a personalized agenda.  Our lessons come in a myriad of forms, with an equal plethora of forms available to help us.  Some lessons seem a whole lot harder than others, but we never get more than we can handle.  If we will just ask for it, recognize it when it shows up, and reach out a hand, we will be given all the help we need to move up to the next grade.  The first step is to wake up and realize that we are all students enrolled in the same school, instructed by the same wise teacher who knows what is best for us—the soul.  The greater the love and support that we give to one another along the way, the faster we will earn our masters degree.  Godspeed to all.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us

In Search of Good News

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I’m on a serious quest to find good news.  What with the horrendous death of George Floyd and the ensuing circumstances, plus the pandemic, the depressing politic scene, scary economics to name but a few, we need all the good news that we can get.

I admit to having a full-blown Pollyanna mentality.  I admit that I really do not want to see anything that hurts my heart.  I also admit that there is plenty of news out there that I really, really do not want to acknowledge.  I readily confess to employing the head-in-the-sand trick when something ugly rears its head.  Yes, I know it’s there.  Just don’t show it to me.  They don’t call me the rainbow unicorn for nothing.  So no.  Don’t show me.

Somehow, the news always manages to find a way to seek me out in spite of the fact that my head is stuck in the sand.  This morning it was my iPad that bore the news of protesters spreading social unrest across our nation in reaction to George Floyd’s death.  This unavoidable troubling news shows up in our lives even without benefit of a TV, and like it or not, it floods the consciousness of every single being on the planet whether we realize it or not.  It’s in the noosphere.  But enough said about that because bad news is not good for us.  The less focus on it, the better.

Today on Facebook, I found a heartwarming little tidbit of light shining through the darkness, a bit that perhaps in some tiny measure may remind us that in spite of the overwhelming focus on negativity, there is goodness still alive and well within the heart and soul of humanity.

This morning my quest for good news led me to a photo from Facebook of a Tarrant police officer, William Stacy.  The caption brought a tear to my eye.

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This woman stole 5 eggs to feed her children.  Instead of arresting her, Officer Stacy bought her a truckload of groceries.

Ahh.  Finally, some good news to add a bit of balance to the ugly.  I wish there were a scale on which we could weigh the balance  of good news and bad.  I wish that we could have proof positive and know for certain that good is winning.

When I look at the photo of the man responsible for the death of George Floyd, I see the face of a troubled, haunted man and it makes me wonder what would drive a person to be capable of such behavior.  I cannot imagine what that possibly might be, yet I find myself overwhelmed with a sense of compassion.  There but for the grace of God go I.

There are things that we cannot know, save what drives our own behavior, and even that sometimes remains a mystery.

I know that if I do not like what I see, I can choose another way to look at it.  I know that I can decide how I feel about something, and that my decision will have an impact not just on myself, but also others as well.  I know that I am responsible for my own thoughts and actions.  I know that I am the one who makes the choice about what I want and what I don’t.  And I am the one who recognizes the profound impact of every choice and decision that I make.

The heart of humanity embraces the individual heart of every person on the planet.  Within that heart beats kindness, love, and compassion, ever present if we will but seek to find it.  Individually and collectively, we hold the power to tip the balance in favor of light and goodness.  Seek and ye shall find.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

Come Fly With Me

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Well lucky me—today is another day of practicing the art of loving what I hate.  Yep—I’m off to the dentist again. (here)  This time it’s the periodontist, where receiving a very expensive and painful diagnosis is a real possibility.  Off into the fearful unknown I go again.  I’ve promised myself that I’ll put the anticipatory hand-wringing ritual off until I get in the car.  Oh wait—I think I promised myself that I wouldn’t do that anymore.  Did I lie?

Yesterday I freaked out over being late for a doctors appointment and stressed myself into an attack of atrial fibrillation.  A minor personal issue, and yet fear strikes again, and stress has an impact on my health.  If a minor incident like being late can produce enough stress to cause a health glitch, just imagine what a major issue might churn out.

Big pharma and the media are heavily invested in hypnotizing us into watching the news. First, the media scares us to death with bad news, then the drug companies swoop in to sell us the drugs we need to fix the problems that the media has produced by filling our heads with so much fear.  For the media and big pharma, it’s a winning combination.  For you and me?  Not so much.  It pays to sell bad news.

Why are we so attracted to bad news?  Why do we glue ourselves to a TV screen and allow ourselves to be bombarded day after day with hideous negativity?  Why have we turned our power over to the media?  Why are we not like a firefly that is attracted to the light instead?

What will it take to wake us up and get us to change the channel?

Fear is fear, no matter the size, shape or scope.  Regardless of form, whether it is a personal issue like going to the dentist, or an issue that presents itself on the world stage, or a vague, unsettling fear of the unknown, it is still fear.  Regardless of cause, it has an impact.  I can wring my hands over dental visits or thoughts of the world as I know it coming to an end, but truly, what good will it do?  What benefit do I bring to myself or to my world if I allow fear to take over and run my life?  What drugs will I need that will fix me?

That’s quite enough fear for one day, I think.  Or for one lifetime, for that matter.  It’s time to change to the good news channel of hope.  If I were a member of the media, here is the first bit of good news that I would report: we are not broken.  We do not need to be fixed.  We need only allow ourselves the luxury of a change of mind.

If I had the power to give just one gift to you, my brothers and sisters of humanity, it would be the gift of the ability to replace fear with the faith that would fill you with the knowledge that beyond what appears dark and hopeless, there lies a world of truth, beauty, and goodness.

In the very depths of my being, I believe that this is so.  There are millions more like me in the world who are standing strong in the storm, holding a safe space for others to follow with hands outstretched to help those who seek their way into the light.  Have faith my friends.  Together, we can weather this storm and overcome the darkness.  If faith is too difficult for you to muster on your own, grab a hand, hold on tight, and be lifted into a New Heaven and New Earth on wings of love and light.

The Temple of the Soul

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How many times have you found yourself hanging out in your closet wondering what to wear?  How often have you risked catching a cold with in your head stuck in the fridge wondering what’s for dinner?  Since my daily blogging adventure began, a new what question has been added to my list.  What shall I write today?  Have pity on me.

Uh oh—it looks as if today might be shaping up to be one of those soul-searching kind of days, so if you’re not into that sort of thing, now might be a good time to bail out before it’s too late.  But if you have the stomach for it, read on.  You never know what’s coming, but we’ll find out together.

My morning writing routine usually begins with a paragraph that just shows up all by itself, then leaves me wondering where to go next.  I fidget for a while, doing my best to fend off the inevitable distractions—pitchers that fall off of bookshelves, (here) fingernails that need attention, self-questioning that leads to the search for purpose and meaning.  Why am I doing this?  Is anyone listening?  How long must I continue?  Is this a spirit-directed thing or is it ego driven?  Or both?

Sometimes while in the midst of all of this mental fidgeting, the really heavy-duty questions typical of a serious, spiritually-oriented soul searcher pop up.  Who am I?  Why am I here?  What is my purpose?

Uh oh.  Now I’m stuck.  Writer’s block strikes again.  Today is high up on the where-to-go-next list.  Perhaps it’s time for a little chat with myself.  My Self.

Have I choked off the flow?

No, you are just not open to it.  You have momentarily decided that there is no flow, or that if there is, you are not privy to tit.

Or right.  Silly me.  Cut myself off again.  I need a haircut.  Me and the rest of the world.  There I go again with the distractions.  Typical.

The problem today is that you have momentarily lost sight of your purpose for writing a daily blog.  In addition to that, you have not taken enough time to go within yourself to be still, and thus you have also lost touch with the source of your creativity.

Yes, I have.  Lost it.

There is a difference between writing daily and writing a blogDaily assumes that you are writing for yourself, in a personal journal, for example.  A blog will be seen by other eyes which then begs the question, who are you writing for and why are you writing?  What is the purpose?

You are writing for you.  It helps you to see clearly, sort through personal issues, find solutions, reconnect with your source, be refueled, rejuvenated, restored.  It returns you to the stability of the soul and rescues you from the clutches of the ego.  You need only become proficient in distinguishing between your writings that are private and personal for your eyes only, and those which are for other eyes.

If there is benefit to you, there will be benefit for others as well, so in that sense, you are writing both for yourself and for others.  Again we remind you that your task is simply to write, to be a messenger.  What happens from there should be of no concern.

Ahh.  Thank you for reminding me.  It is through writing that I am returned home to the temple of the soul.  What a blessed relief.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

Light Up the Dark Corners

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Some days it’s hard not to become disheartened by bad news.  I may have stopped watching TV, but still, it’s hard to avoid the stories about customers who verbally and physically attack retail employees, or protesters with oozies out to protect their selfish rights, or governmental corruption, lies, political dirty tricks, and round and round we go where she stops, God only knows.  So much ugliness in the world coming at us from so many different directions.  Heaven help us.

If I were to allow myself to focus on all of this distressing news, surely I would be caught up in a frenzy of hopelessness unable to see a way out, or worse, be sucked into the fray by the unbridled fear-mongering heaped upon us daily by the media.   It’s why I turned off the TV.

We need to see the light.

My mother used to say, “Light up the dark corners.”  When she said it, she meant the room.

When I say it, I mean the world.

Before he died in 1991 at age 40, Lee Atwater, chairman of the Republican National Committee and manager of George Bush’s 1988 successful presidential campaign, took responsibility for his actions of “naked cruelty” by setting out upon a mission of making amends to those who had been hurt by his underhanded political tactics.  “I did not invent negative politics,” he said, “but I am one of its most ardent practitioners.”

His deathbed confessions and apologies, according to some who knew him well, were fueled by his fear that he would go to hell for his actions.  Perhaps this could be considered as an unlikely side benefit that fear provides for motivation for a change of heart.

Whatever the cause of his desire for repentance, it pales in comparison to the implication that change is not an impossible dream, even under the very worst of conditions.  In fact, it may even seem miraculous that a man capable of such incredible manipulation and control might suddenly turn into the poster child for political good behavior and seek forgiveness for his self-serving actions.

It gives me hope.  It gives me the hope that if Lee Atwater saw the light and could change, perhaps others will as well.  It is not an impossible dream.  Minds are changed one at a time.  Perhaps the light might dawn upon one angry customer, or one armed protester, or one corrupt politician and bring about a change of heart.

If one person lights one match in a darkened room, all will be able to see.  If one person turns on one light in one corner of a dark room, the room will be illuminated.  Each one of us who sees and focuses on the light helps to dispel the darkness.  Each one of us can help to change the world, one mind at a time.

When enough of us participate in lending light to the darkness, when the world is well enough lit, we will all enjoy the beauty, harmony, and bounty of a glorious new life on our beloved earth.

So please help in the effort of transformation and turn on your light.  Light the match.  Light the light.  See the light.

Light up the dark corners.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

The Wealth of Poverty

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When I was a little kid, I yearned for piano and ballet lessons.  Apparently, my mother always wanted to be a Girl Scout, so I got sucked into being a Brownie instead.  It was the beginning of the harsh realization that life didn’t always produce the results to which I would like to have been accustomed.  No lemonade for me.  Oh to be young and have no control.

To be fair, I will admit that the cost of piano and ballet lessons was out of the question for my dear widowed mother whose sole focus was on feeding her three children and keeping a roof over our heads.   But of course, my small child self didn’t see it that way.  I only saw that I didn’t get what I wanted.  I vividly remember fretting over how one moves from a $0.25 per week allowance to acquiring an entire house plus contents and everything else that goes with being a grown-up.  I also freaked out over the thought of being put in jail because I couldn’t afford the overdue fee of a library book   Hence, at a tender young age, I developed a healthy sense of poverty consciousness that I wrestled with throughout my adult years.  It wasn’t really a very good start to life.

Around age six, I poked a small finger at my own body and then at the body of a friend and wondered, “who” is in there, and why is she in “there” and why am I in “here”?  Why does she live in her family, and why do I live in mine?  Who decides?    It was this same young friend who said to me, “Did you ever think that none of this is real?”  Hmmm.  Heady questions for a couple of little ones, wouldn’t you say?

Hence began my lifelong spiritual quest, and what an exciting, amazing, baffling, mystifying experience it has been.  I’ve heard people say they’re not interested in finding inner peace because it would be boring.  Boring?  Ask anyone committed to a personal spiritual quest they will say that it is anything but.

Why was I born into a financially-challenged family?  Why am I “in here” and why are you “in there”?   Why are there as many life situations and circumstances as there are people on the planet?  The only thing that I know for sure is that there is always a reason.  For everything.

I believe that every life circumstance is a divinely orchestrated opportunity to provide us with the lessons necessary for our soul’s evolution.  There are so many rich blessings and lessons to be gained from each one, if we can see past the blind spots that cloud the vision of what appears to be real, but in truth is only the illusion that we make up in our own heads.

My lifetime as a spiritual seeker has taught me that my work is just to grow where I’m planted.  Certainly life hasn’t all been fun and games, but my willingness to travel down this road has led me to a place where I am content, happy, and at peace with myself.  And by the way—it has never been boring.

Circumstances may appear to be immutable, but minds are not.  They can be changed.  A change of mind brings a change of life, both on a personal level and on the world stage.  Every mind makes a difference. And it’s up to each one of us how we choose to think.

I began my life poor in mind, body, and spirit, but poverty has been replaced  by a wealth of spirit.  Now I can afford the overdue library book fee, and the house and its contents thanks to the realization that everything I need is readily available if I look within myself.  There are miracles hiding inside waiting to happen.  Seek and ye shall find.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).

The Gateway to a New World

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Troubled times of crisis bring changes that can affect us mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually—changes that can jostle us out of our comfort zones.  Yesterday a friend reminded me about a life-altering dream that I wrote about years ago and I think that it might be an appropriate time to share it again.  Fair warning though . . . it is about 400 words longer than my usual blog size.  And it begins . . .

Today I am reminded of a dream that I had many years ago, a dream so powerful that it provided me with the courage and energy that I needed in order to make a gigantic leap from one chapter of my life into the next. I feel moved to tell this story today in honor of those who are struggling with life circumstances that they wish to change, and who may benefit by being reminded that there is light at the end of the tunnel.

In my dream, I am walking toward a bridge, and want to cross, but there is a closed gate. I use this as an excuse to tell myself that I cannot cross because the gate is locked and is blocking my way. Instinctively I know that this bridge will take me to my future, but I am afraid to leave my past and move on. I am afraid of what I might find, that my future may be worse than my past.

Feeling a great sense of relief, I turn to walk away.  As I do, I hear a voice that says, “Oh, but it is not locked. All you need to do is open the gate and walk through.” My excuse has vanished and fear clutches my heart. I do not want to go. I do not want to risk what I might find on the other side of the gate, on the other end of the bridge.

I am at a painful transition point in my life, in the midst of wondering how I will ever manage to find the courage I need to leave my husband of many years, and move from the West Coast back to the comfort of my roots in the east. I want to leave, but I can’t. I’m stuck. I lack the courage to move on with my life. I’m in the sunset years of middle age without the resources to sustain myself for tomorrow and forever. It is a frightening scenario. I am paralyzed with fear.

The persistent voice urges me to open the gate and step onto the bridge. With trembling hand, I lift the latch and walk through the opening. The gate closes behind me, and I look ahead at the vast expanse of space that separates me from the certain present to the uncertain future. I want to turn back but somehow, it no longer seems to be an option.

With great reluctance, I swallow my fear and put one foot ahead of the other as I start my journey across the bridge to greet my future. At the halfway point, I stop and realize again that I am again paralyzed by fear, unable to move one way or the other. I imagine myself living the rest of my life firmly rooted in the middle of that bridge, somewhere between the worlds of the past and the future.

Mentally, I review my options. The gate has closed behind me and I am not ready to face what awaits me. I can stand stuck on the bridge forever with one foot in the past and the other in the future. Or I can jump.

No, tempting though it is, jumping is not an option. It is not a viable means of escape. I turn toward the closed gate and much to my surprise, it is now open. Behind it stand a group of my friends, all smiling and waving to me, as if to wish me well and send me off with Godspeed and good wishes. I feel a lump in my throat as I realize that I must once and for all say goodbye to a piece of my past that had served as my painful comfort zone for so many years.

I turn toward the future at the other end of the bridge, and there is no gate. Another group of my dear friends await me, beckoning to me, encouraging me, anxious to welcome me home with open arms. With a mixture of sadness and joy, with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, I place one foot in front of the other and move forward into my future.

I reach the end of the bridge, the beginning of my new present, and joy begins to slowly seep through the sadness to fill the hole in my heart that was left behind in the past.

Today I look back with gratitude because my painful past is behind me, and I have moved on into an optimistic and brighter future, one that had been hidden from me behind a door that I did not want to open.

Crossing takes courage, commitment, and profound willingness. It isn’t always easy, but it is always worth it. All of the goodness and sweetness in life thrives in the happy atmosphere of a satisfied self. It is always waiting to be claimed, right there in front of eyes willing to see.

I guess that sometimes we just have to be willing to go through the brambles in order to enjoy the sweet nectar of life.  And so to all those who struggle, to all those who wish to open the gate and cross the bridge, Godspeed and good wishes. Amazing gifts await you on the other side. Focus fiercely on the light at the end of the tunnel, and joy will be the ultimate reward.