Lately things have been appearing in threes, good things. The two most notable are one from yesterday, when I was drivign home thinking about how my Reiki practice has begun to take off, and when I looked up in the sky with my thanks, three eagles soared high, white tails flashing moment to moment. The Incas would say "Condor Blessing." It doesn't get any higher than that.
Then today, I went down to our lay-line river to say my usual prayer. I took a stone with me, placed the prayer in the stone, asked the angels to magnify and direct the energy, and placed it in the water, white and rushing now with the recent torrential rains. IMMEDIATELY, a huge fish, probably nearly two feet in length, jumped out of the water, once, twice and then three times, right in front of me! This has never happened to me before. I mean, I get a wee fingerling maybe twice a year doing this, but this creature was strong and magnificent, heavy, bristling in his flash and flop!
I shouted out my joy and surprise, tears springing up in my eyes!
Wild. WILD. Yummmmmm...........................................!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Two Kittens
It was a dream. But the kittens are real.
I found them, one at a time, out in the new yard, in the driving, cutting rain. One's about 5 weeks old, very tiny, and feisty, thinks he's big. The other's about 3 weeks old, way too small to be out there, almost too small to be seen, just a puff.
I bring them into my daughter's house, one at a time, out of the pouring rain and away from the danger of being swooped up by a hawk or freezing to death in the cold. They get fed, dried, then tussle and tumble a little before falling asleep, unaware for now of the danger they face. Whose are they? We cannot keep them, can we?
I am a visitor to this house, a house in great turmoil and pain. I'm trying to deliver some peace, some Way back to home-ness for the people who live inside. The kittens have appeared like some great responsibility not taken. The dears. The pain of abandonment. Their lives. THEIR LIVES.
I am leaving, and leaving behind my prayers for this house, these people, constant prayers that never end.
Please, you who live here: I beg you, take care of these kittens. They are yours, I have come to believe.
I found them, one at a time, out in the new yard, in the driving, cutting rain. One's about 5 weeks old, very tiny, and feisty, thinks he's big. The other's about 3 weeks old, way too small to be out there, almost too small to be seen, just a puff.
I bring them into my daughter's house, one at a time, out of the pouring rain and away from the danger of being swooped up by a hawk or freezing to death in the cold. They get fed, dried, then tussle and tumble a little before falling asleep, unaware for now of the danger they face. Whose are they? We cannot keep them, can we?
I am a visitor to this house, a house in great turmoil and pain. I'm trying to deliver some peace, some Way back to home-ness for the people who live inside. The kittens have appeared like some great responsibility not taken. The dears. The pain of abandonment. Their lives. THEIR LIVES.
I am leaving, and leaving behind my prayers for this house, these people, constant prayers that never end.
Please, you who live here: I beg you, take care of these kittens. They are yours, I have come to believe.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Reciprocity in Relationships
When my cousin and I visit, I want to know how her life has gone since I saw her last: what has excited her, what has been frustrating, what milestones have happened, how has she grown--in her own eyes? I ask questions and want to hear her answers, whether or not I am personally interested in each topic--in fact, usually, I am not. But because these things are important to my cousin, they are important to me, because she is important to me. My Dad used to call it 'developing a synthetic interest' in another's interests. This seems to me to be one of the most important ways we show that we are genuinely interested in another person, whether or not we personally get anything out of their interests or not.
Recently I have come up against the same reaction in almost all of my relationships with loved ones, be they sibling or cousin or friend. If I dare to broach the subject of what interests me, it's like ZZZZZZIP! Not one sound comes out of their mouth, certainly no words of interest, synthetic or otherwise.
I know why, to some extent. The things I am interested in are considered by many to be baloney, woo-woo, silly, impossible, delusionary. I understand why they feel this way, because it took me a few years to shift my way of thinking--American, CONCRETE, everything has to be touchable, provable, or at the very least, scientific. Well, the things I study are getting into mainstream science: I know this, but most do not. Reiki and other lightbody work is being studied at most major hospitals around the world (because they've noticed that their patients get better much more quickly if they get it). Can my relations even hear this last fact? No. Does not compute. They silently allow me to finish my (by now) brief mention of what I am studying, and then politely change the subject. Now, I know I am important to them, so why are they so disrespectful, so patronizing? "Let Sarah just finish, she's always been a little out there...." is what it feels like. I have very little interest in my loved ones' interests: race-car driving, economics, politics, Russian culture, culinary arts, computers, the modern Christian Church, metal work, skateboarding, on and on and on.....but I AM interested in each of these people, so I want to know about at least the progress each has made in their chosen areas of interest. I find race-car driving idiotic, Russian culture irrelevant, skateboarding dangerous and frivolous, economics dull, ditto with computers, etc, but I ask questions and I listen because I get to hear what makes each of these dear, amazing people TICK, get to hear their excitement, their passion, and I love that. And along the way, rarely, my interest is piqued. And the relationship is fed, with the interest coming in from my end.
Along the way, I may even learn a thing or two, or imagine this: EVOLVE a little by opening up and just listening to something I would otherwise disregard.
I wish that some of these people would at least hear what I have to say about what many consider to be cutting edge Science, would put down their walls of ignorance, and just listen. They say they are so open minded, but their thinking is as stuck in the past as a hillbilly is stuck on the mountain. Energy Medicine is real, it works, and it's free. Anyone can do it with practice, and with more practice, one can see into another's aura and even the body, to diagnose what is wrong and know how to fix it.
It took me awhile to break out of the concrete, but LO! There is Light! And wow, I wish my loved ones could see it.
Recently I have come up against the same reaction in almost all of my relationships with loved ones, be they sibling or cousin or friend. If I dare to broach the subject of what interests me, it's like ZZZZZZIP! Not one sound comes out of their mouth, certainly no words of interest, synthetic or otherwise.
I know why, to some extent. The things I am interested in are considered by many to be baloney, woo-woo, silly, impossible, delusionary. I understand why they feel this way, because it took me a few years to shift my way of thinking--American, CONCRETE, everything has to be touchable, provable, or at the very least, scientific. Well, the things I study are getting into mainstream science: I know this, but most do not. Reiki and other lightbody work is being studied at most major hospitals around the world (because they've noticed that their patients get better much more quickly if they get it). Can my relations even hear this last fact? No. Does not compute. They silently allow me to finish my (by now) brief mention of what I am studying, and then politely change the subject. Now, I know I am important to them, so why are they so disrespectful, so patronizing? "Let Sarah just finish, she's always been a little out there...." is what it feels like. I have very little interest in my loved ones' interests: race-car driving, economics, politics, Russian culture, culinary arts, computers, the modern Christian Church, metal work, skateboarding, on and on and on.....but I AM interested in each of these people, so I want to know about at least the progress each has made in their chosen areas of interest. I find race-car driving idiotic, Russian culture irrelevant, skateboarding dangerous and frivolous, economics dull, ditto with computers, etc, but I ask questions and I listen because I get to hear what makes each of these dear, amazing people TICK, get to hear their excitement, their passion, and I love that. And along the way, rarely, my interest is piqued. And the relationship is fed, with the interest coming in from my end.
Along the way, I may even learn a thing or two, or imagine this: EVOLVE a little by opening up and just listening to something I would otherwise disregard.
I wish that some of these people would at least hear what I have to say about what many consider to be cutting edge Science, would put down their walls of ignorance, and just listen. They say they are so open minded, but their thinking is as stuck in the past as a hillbilly is stuck on the mountain. Energy Medicine is real, it works, and it's free. Anyone can do it with practice, and with more practice, one can see into another's aura and even the body, to diagnose what is wrong and know how to fix it.
It took me awhile to break out of the concrete, but LO! There is Light! And wow, I wish my loved ones could see it.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Lightspeed Now
(photo by Waterwomin)
The trip is getting really exciting now. As Time speeds up, and manifestations occur almost as fast as they are spoken or imagined, it is easier to see the power one holds--being awake is the vital key. Remembering to be awake, that is. I forget constantly that I am the pilot, and falling asleep at the controls tumbles me earthward every time.
The thing is, it seems like the moment I recognize the crash, and awaken again, I find myself right back where I was when first my head nodded into unconsciousness--I don't need to wade step by step, now moment to now moment, back up to the dimension I had reached, I am just there, like a movie paused and started again.
My heart area has opened wide, and I am needing to be thoughtful about what pours in. When it is Beauty pouring in, I feel like I could die from Beauty, ecstatically. When it's anything from a lower vibration, I crash. It's like a dream when I was younger, and I was aware I was dreaming: "I CAN fly! ....Just will it." And I flew. "I CAN ride this horse at a full-on gallup, and none of those robbers bullets will hit me!" And they don't. But the moment I doubt.............I am shot, and staying on that lightspeed horse ride is so silly and dramatic. Ha! "Here's the cowgirl, writhing in pain, as her cohorts look on, wondering if she'll make it..."
WAKE UP.
Wow, that sure seemed real. What just happened? Oh, right--on to the important, what did I learn? Thought creates matter, not the other way 'round. Faith creates forward evolution. Doubt shoots me down. Got it. Again. And back I am, instantly, to life in the fast lane of the Heart, where the dimensional shift is delicious, and I am in control. Waking to the eternal reality that is the answer to this Question: "What would Love do?" The answer is where I aim to live forever, in each Now, each event. Heading for Hozoji. Heading for that major place of Love Awe. The fifth dimension.
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