Are you sensing changes you can't quite put your finger on? Do old issues marked 'resolved' recycle back into awareness or new insights emerge from out of 'nowhere'? Is your body revealing new symptoms- and remedies- for whatever ails you? Can you push your limits into limitless potential with an unexpected ease? Welcome to The Shift.
In South Florida, winter is race season: our mild temps allow runners from all over to enjoy balmy (and sometimes too warm) conditions, and Sunday's Miami marathon was no different. Last year, running the half, I fought fatigue and inclement conditions just to participate in the 10th anniversary of the race. This year, I did not enter, but decided to 'run my own race' in homage.
Scheduling gave me an opening to run Saturday morning, which turned out to be a longer 8+ miler, determined to take full advantage of the beautiful weather and stay out on the roads. Cruising through the quiet back streets, it felt at times like I'd found my 'cats paws', that lightness in gait great runners boast about; a rhythm that gives a lift to every footfall and feels as if I am skimming the earth, buoyant and synced between molecules inside my body as they resonate with those outside...
If I do a long Beach Run I am running a half-marathon more or less; so Sunday I headed east into the clear morning to be in solidarity with Miami. Nodding to the other runners, making way for the bikers, walkers, catching the sun on my shoulders, on the ocean, reflecting off my eyes....
...and again, finding those cats paws and the lightness embedded in the rhythm of what feels like the endless rotation of my steps, ditching the main drag for back alleys, side streets, watching the sleepy neighborhoods come awake. Finding Beauty around every corner....
I don't miss the crush of traffic, crowds in the starting lines, or pressure to succeed. I have had to change my relationship to running to encompass other factors, and I'm proud to say I am consistent- and healthy!- even if the 'uber-runner' in my head has not yet materialized. YET.
We are all running the Human Race. We strive to 'keep up' with the crowd, jockeying for position, scoping out our way forward, trying to handle the aches, pains and fatigue that comes with staying on our feet. Many of us succumb to problems along the way, sidelined by injury, accident, exhaustion, so many circumstances beyond our control. Sometimes, we lose heart, or purpose. We wander off course into side trails which become brambles or rock-walls, or stumble into beautiful gardens where we distract ourselves, hidden from view. We become lazy. Why do we run to begin with? Whats the point? All that effort just to get...where? Soon we have talked ourselves out of our own lives.
It is human nature to find ourselves deep in the labyrinth of the psyche. Good intentions get lost in the process of our own 'entrainment', where we forget the purpose of the journey to begin with, while a part of us more wise and resilient aligns itself within, and works to heal the cuts, bruises and other wounds we acquire along the way. The Path is never lost, no matter how far we (seem to) wander from it.
Every time I felt tired yesterday, I had years of running to rely on now, to tap my inner reserves. With clients and work I notice the same thing: the body of knowledge in me is 'available', and the clarity I need to bring awareness to light feels ready at my call. As we run our human race, we gain the precious experience which serves us with each new mile marker, benchmark, achievement and challenge. We house talents and abilities we barely recognize, and these are coming in for us now- see for yourself how your Wise Mind answers when you need that push, the inspiration to show you the way.
And keep it moving.....!
Welcome to my blog! If you are a seeker, healer, runner, artist, writer, thinker....you might enjoy what I have to share. Feel free to take a trip into YOUR right mind! And enjoy the ride.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Settling into The Shift
There is so much different about these days, and yet I keep having this 'deja vu' all over again feeling too....pulling words into my experience seems, for once, to be a 'forced' exercise. Impressions, emotions and my general sense of my Self in the World feels set apart from my usual facility with the left brain, and leaves me with a curious Void of making it all palpable for my left brain mind.
Somewhere over my last 4 day break for the holiday weekend, I saw an interview on Stroke of Insight author Dr. Jill Taylor. She beautifully expressed this feeling of 'knowing' herself and the world deeply while the stroke she had in her left hemisphere deleted her ability to make words and communicate with others in her usual way. After my mother had her stroke, I remember how difficult it was to connect with her except to sit, touch, look at each other; words did not always work, and she developed a block about speaking after a while....When I am a apart from people I do not speak much either. And the chatter in my head is easier to spot as so much effluence from my emotional mind. Before long, I can find myself comfortably reaching 'test pattern'....or that release from 'making sense' of it all, from left brain labels of all kinds.
I ran the last 2 of my 4 days, giving myself the first few days to just recover, as once again I work with the pain and blocks in my right hip etc. Both runs put me in right brain experience so immediately: time loses it's boundaries, and most often now I can't tell how long I've been out- sometimes, like yesterday, my out and back felt endless as I took the stretch down Park, practicing how to keep my gait even when tired.
While MLK and BHO joined in real time to keep moving the world a little closer to our shared awakening, I drew the mandala (above). We are incubating in this first step off the platform of 12-21, and drawing together our forces and energies for whatever lies ahead. When I head down the road, I realize there are still and always choices; do I see myself gaining strength, endurance, ready to reach for those long distances again, or do I morph into a 'walker' (no disrespect), an old lady with 'disabled' limits....? As I draw, I move through the space on the paper in a similar way. Choices are constantly being made as I choose form, line and color; what emerges is a truer window into my inner state than any explanation I might offer.
In the end I am still in love with clouds, as they match my desire to feel the essence of things without naming them.
If we all lifted ourselves from our Planetary vantage point long enough to feel what the Big Picture might be all about, imagine how naturally all the constructs of Mind would just fall away.....is it our fear of wondering "who am I then"? which keeps us married to our identities? We have so many ways of finding our Selves; we have art-making and poetry, music and sound. We have the ancient chants of our ancestors and Visions given in the night. Most of all we have Mother Nature who freely offers Her Self at any time: from our ever-changing landscape, weather and temperatures to the infinite array of her Life forms, including us!- if we 'see' Her, we become Her. For we ARE Her, as She becomes Her own True Self. Whatever that may be, and however you experience it, have faith it is one more step on your long road Home.
Somewhere over my last 4 day break for the holiday weekend, I saw an interview on Stroke of Insight author Dr. Jill Taylor. She beautifully expressed this feeling of 'knowing' herself and the world deeply while the stroke she had in her left hemisphere deleted her ability to make words and communicate with others in her usual way. After my mother had her stroke, I remember how difficult it was to connect with her except to sit, touch, look at each other; words did not always work, and she developed a block about speaking after a while....When I am a apart from people I do not speak much either. And the chatter in my head is easier to spot as so much effluence from my emotional mind. Before long, I can find myself comfortably reaching 'test pattern'....or that release from 'making sense' of it all, from left brain labels of all kinds.
I ran the last 2 of my 4 days, giving myself the first few days to just recover, as once again I work with the pain and blocks in my right hip etc. Both runs put me in right brain experience so immediately: time loses it's boundaries, and most often now I can't tell how long I've been out- sometimes, like yesterday, my out and back felt endless as I took the stretch down Park, practicing how to keep my gait even when tired.
While MLK and BHO joined in real time to keep moving the world a little closer to our shared awakening, I drew the mandala (above). We are incubating in this first step off the platform of 12-21, and drawing together our forces and energies for whatever lies ahead. When I head down the road, I realize there are still and always choices; do I see myself gaining strength, endurance, ready to reach for those long distances again, or do I morph into a 'walker' (no disrespect), an old lady with 'disabled' limits....? As I draw, I move through the space on the paper in a similar way. Choices are constantly being made as I choose form, line and color; what emerges is a truer window into my inner state than any explanation I might offer.
In the end I am still in love with clouds, as they match my desire to feel the essence of things without naming them.
If we all lifted ourselves from our Planetary vantage point long enough to feel what the Big Picture might be all about, imagine how naturally all the constructs of Mind would just fall away.....is it our fear of wondering "who am I then"? which keeps us married to our identities? We have so many ways of finding our Selves; we have art-making and poetry, music and sound. We have the ancient chants of our ancestors and Visions given in the night. Most of all we have Mother Nature who freely offers Her Self at any time: from our ever-changing landscape, weather and temperatures to the infinite array of her Life forms, including us!- if we 'see' Her, we become Her. For we ARE Her, as She becomes Her own True Self. Whatever that may be, and however you experience it, have faith it is one more step on your long road Home.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
What would Dean do? Fabulous Long Run back on the Big Griffin loop
I have my favorite runners....the marathoners, the women, the crazy ultra folks. Some years ago when I first read Dean Karnazes's book Ultramarathon Man I was still relatively new to running, and hugely inspired by all the running talent out there. Dean's book held key themes for me: running as a response to life challenges (in his case the death of his sister), finding the passion of running long, and the changes which manifest as a result.
Dean has a talent for creative running enterprises; last year it was his "50/50"...running 50 daily consecutive marathons in all 50 states. Yesterday, at his guest appearance at Runner's Depot he announced his next one: a year to run a marathon in all 204 countries of the world!
Shout out to running pal Jim who passed along the info that Dean was coming into town....
I was at the store way early, and after chatting it up with Dennis (great sales-guy) and of course buying shoes, I was standing right there when Dean walks in the door! Dennis and I look at each other "he's smaller than I thought" he says. There is a buzz of energy around him- it is the vibrancy of his smile, his ultra-health and vitality...I find myself walking right up to him and saying "I am a huge fan" while he gives me a cozy hug and the pix above gets made on the spot! He was led to his spot in the store to give his talk, and the running folks who gathered were, like me, a little star struck....he took questions, he encouraged...his advice was very simple: it just takes a lot of dedication and of course attention to diet and good cross-training (check, check and check). I asked him what made him different (come on, Dean you know you are....) and again a simple (though frustrating answer for the rest of us!): great biomechanics, and an unusual ability to take up lactic acid, making normal running fatigue virtually unknown for him. Dean just goes...and goes...and goes.
...As those legs show. When the Dalai Lama is asked about his own unique spiritual qualities he always says "I am not special, I am just a humble monk." Dean had a similar vibe: we're all runners here, we all love to run. Through happy circumstance he finds himself able to model a master's level 'practice' which leads him to inspire many many of us (including Bill Clinton he said!) to get up off their asses. The real gurus are 'direct representatives'...they don't need to be the rock stars, what they do speaks for itself.
So today, despite relative sleeplessness and doubts about pulling out a long run, I took those new Brooks Ghosts and an extra plastic pouch for the scuttling cloud cover, and headed out into a windy morning. The lack of direct sun gave a chill to the skin until my first few miles were behind me, the Ghosts giving that beautiful feel of hugging and supporting my feet as I made my way down Ravenswood heading for my first Publix pit-stop. Usually by this point I begin to 'feel it'...as unlike Dean (and many other runners) my biomechanics suck and my 'burn' begins pretty much after putting my shoes on! I tuned into the subtle conversation going on in my head sounding something like "yea you're tired, just do the regular loop, take a walk break, don't push it..." and its opposite position: "wow these shoes really do feel great, I feel pretty good too- why not get back on the BIG Griffin loop today?" As they went back and forth, I could almost feel the draw of backing down....I've been ratcheting running down for a few years now, despite my base. Lowering my expectations seems par with an aging body which requires a bit more 'maintenance' these days.
"What would Dean do?" I found myself asking...after all, I'm doing alright, let's get up to Publix and go from there. As I came out of the bathroom, the store filled with bike triathletes....swarms of helmeted roadsters seeking replenishment...outside more of them stacking their beautiful road bikes as they milled around taking their break. This Tri club rides out every Sunday- I just 'happened' to be there as they stopped today....giving me a chance to chat up a few riders about bikes, cross-training (searching for a bike: any suggestions, please comment!!!!). "How many miles you doing?" a guy asks. "Oh, about 10 or 12" I say which is the BIG loop. And as I head out I feel Dean nodding "that's it, girl, you go for it."
As I passed the usual cut-down at 35th I smile to myself. I cruise on down to 40th feeling tired, and take the stretch down to Stirling, skirting a loose dog, taking the number of a house for sale (wanted: property with mother-in-laws quarters or similar....), rounding out on Emerald Hills with a second wind. The feel of that wind on my skin had a sensual quality; intermittent sun kept the chill down and gave me buffers of resistance along with stretches of magical support. I pushed, I ran. I would scan my body and ask it, what can we do to straighten up, lighten up the gait, make it easier? And it would respond with a resettling of limbs, the rhythm falling into place for another block, round the corner, down past the park to home.
This is what I look like after those miles....alive and well. Dean and the other runners are doing Vista View ultra today....and I know they're having a blast. In solidarity with them, and all runners everywhere, I did my part too. Dean would be proud; I know I am. Run long, everyone, run long!
Dean has a talent for creative running enterprises; last year it was his "50/50"...running 50 daily consecutive marathons in all 50 states. Yesterday, at his guest appearance at Runner's Depot he announced his next one: a year to run a marathon in all 204 countries of the world!
Shout out to running pal Jim who passed along the info that Dean was coming into town....
I was at the store way early, and after chatting it up with Dennis (great sales-guy) and of course buying shoes, I was standing right there when Dean walks in the door! Dennis and I look at each other "he's smaller than I thought" he says. There is a buzz of energy around him- it is the vibrancy of his smile, his ultra-health and vitality...I find myself walking right up to him and saying "I am a huge fan" while he gives me a cozy hug and the pix above gets made on the spot! He was led to his spot in the store to give his talk, and the running folks who gathered were, like me, a little star struck....he took questions, he encouraged...his advice was very simple: it just takes a lot of dedication and of course attention to diet and good cross-training (check, check and check). I asked him what made him different (come on, Dean you know you are....) and again a simple (though frustrating answer for the rest of us!): great biomechanics, and an unusual ability to take up lactic acid, making normal running fatigue virtually unknown for him. Dean just goes...and goes...and goes.
...As those legs show. When the Dalai Lama is asked about his own unique spiritual qualities he always says "I am not special, I am just a humble monk." Dean had a similar vibe: we're all runners here, we all love to run. Through happy circumstance he finds himself able to model a master's level 'practice' which leads him to inspire many many of us (including Bill Clinton he said!) to get up off their asses. The real gurus are 'direct representatives'...they don't need to be the rock stars, what they do speaks for itself.
So today, despite relative sleeplessness and doubts about pulling out a long run, I took those new Brooks Ghosts and an extra plastic pouch for the scuttling cloud cover, and headed out into a windy morning. The lack of direct sun gave a chill to the skin until my first few miles were behind me, the Ghosts giving that beautiful feel of hugging and supporting my feet as I made my way down Ravenswood heading for my first Publix pit-stop. Usually by this point I begin to 'feel it'...as unlike Dean (and many other runners) my biomechanics suck and my 'burn' begins pretty much after putting my shoes on! I tuned into the subtle conversation going on in my head sounding something like "yea you're tired, just do the regular loop, take a walk break, don't push it..." and its opposite position: "wow these shoes really do feel great, I feel pretty good too- why not get back on the BIG Griffin loop today?" As they went back and forth, I could almost feel the draw of backing down....I've been ratcheting running down for a few years now, despite my base. Lowering my expectations seems par with an aging body which requires a bit more 'maintenance' these days.
"What would Dean do?" I found myself asking...after all, I'm doing alright, let's get up to Publix and go from there. As I came out of the bathroom, the store filled with bike triathletes....swarms of helmeted roadsters seeking replenishment...outside more of them stacking their beautiful road bikes as they milled around taking their break. This Tri club rides out every Sunday- I just 'happened' to be there as they stopped today....giving me a chance to chat up a few riders about bikes, cross-training (searching for a bike: any suggestions, please comment!!!!). "How many miles you doing?" a guy asks. "Oh, about 10 or 12" I say which is the BIG loop. And as I head out I feel Dean nodding "that's it, girl, you go for it."
As I passed the usual cut-down at 35th I smile to myself. I cruise on down to 40th feeling tired, and take the stretch down to Stirling, skirting a loose dog, taking the number of a house for sale (wanted: property with mother-in-laws quarters or similar....), rounding out on Emerald Hills with a second wind. The feel of that wind on my skin had a sensual quality; intermittent sun kept the chill down and gave me buffers of resistance along with stretches of magical support. I pushed, I ran. I would scan my body and ask it, what can we do to straighten up, lighten up the gait, make it easier? And it would respond with a resettling of limbs, the rhythm falling into place for another block, round the corner, down past the park to home.
This is what I look like after those miles....alive and well. Dean and the other runners are doing Vista View ultra today....and I know they're having a blast. In solidarity with them, and all runners everywhere, I did my part too. Dean would be proud; I know I am. Run long, everyone, run long!
Monday, January 7, 2013
Griffin loop and other runs in the New Year
Dream-life is the norm for me: in my mind, all images are great Stand-Ins for Experience. And at times, I've had trouble navigating the limitations of the left-brain world. No doubt this is partly why I felt compelled to 'master the marketplace' all those years ago, and provide enough economic structure to my life to lower the stress from artistic poverty. Running came late in the game (now almost 10 years ago...wow) and added the regulation of training. And whether I used to prepare for big races or just work at keeping a decent base, as I am now, I am grateful for the fundamental shift in my life which brought me a platform to develop my skills as a therapist in all my various means of connecting with others.
Yesterday I cruised back up on the Griffin loop via Ravenswood, and some of my favorite local stretches of long, quiet streets without time constraints....and today a quick out and back just to mobilize the stiffness from yesterday. I wake from dreams which seem just transparent enough to layer over the morning, but not enough to give me access; frustrating flirtations from the higher realms- I keep telling myself when 'they' need me to know, I will know.
I am struck by the disorientation I feel by the shift of the year, age, millennium....the metaphor that Life can be wants to take me off into layers of meaning and implication which confound my usual understandings. What seemed immovable now moves....and what appears now as the opening of doors, light at the end of tunnels is a revealing. After all, where did I go? No where really. "I" am still here. But the Me who travels all those unconscious roads has seemingly met up with physical me. As I run down these roads we merge into our expanded Self, seeped into skies, trees, sunlight...the pat-pat of my footfalls, the flight of birds....
The bridge which takes us from Old to New is deceptively humble: it is a simple few steps, a mere nod of a distance. It will not take marathons to begin healing anymore. We are in this together, my high heart and I, my feet, my hands which yearn to create big again...
eyes which long to see the lover looking back with understanding....while we hover in the very beginnings of things, take the opportunity to absorb all that Mother Gaia has to offer in the many-layered manifestation of Her love, and stay on your feet. The gait will get into rhythm by and by if you just keep moving along.
Yesterday I cruised back up on the Griffin loop via Ravenswood, and some of my favorite local stretches of long, quiet streets without time constraints....and today a quick out and back just to mobilize the stiffness from yesterday. I wake from dreams which seem just transparent enough to layer over the morning, but not enough to give me access; frustrating flirtations from the higher realms- I keep telling myself when 'they' need me to know, I will know.
I am struck by the disorientation I feel by the shift of the year, age, millennium....the metaphor that Life can be wants to take me off into layers of meaning and implication which confound my usual understandings. What seemed immovable now moves....and what appears now as the opening of doors, light at the end of tunnels is a revealing. After all, where did I go? No where really. "I" am still here. But the Me who travels all those unconscious roads has seemingly met up with physical me. As I run down these roads we merge into our expanded Self, seeped into skies, trees, sunlight...the pat-pat of my footfalls, the flight of birds....
The bridge which takes us from Old to New is deceptively humble: it is a simple few steps, a mere nod of a distance. It will not take marathons to begin healing anymore. We are in this together, my high heart and I, my feet, my hands which yearn to create big again...
eyes which long to see the lover looking back with understanding....while we hover in the very beginnings of things, take the opportunity to absorb all that Mother Gaia has to offer in the many-layered manifestation of Her love, and stay on your feet. The gait will get into rhythm by and by if you just keep moving along.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Running into My Own Zero Point: New Year's run
It took miles of roads, beaches and trails, buckets of favorite little secluded spots, lots of lazy evenings, endless lists of chores, cleansing the crap....watching as the detritus of 2012 gave way through the Tsunami of change and cleared the way for a Void which gave birth to some kind of starting point at last....a place of sad surprises and tentative introductions to whoever I am, a part from 'the job'.... it took 11 days to disappear myself. And like everything else in 2012, unmet expectations dog me. My missing S.O., remembrance of Mom... all the pointless, endless speculations of 'how' and 'why'....melting into deep detachment, my 'so what'? to dissociate from disappointments of all kinds.
Zero Point is not a happy place. And yet it's not that old crutch Depression either. I am not fighting the tears, and feeling all the pain of separation is a celebration on the flip-side to finally OPEN the way - I move forward...onward....upward.
It was easy to wake up this morning and slip into the sleeping streets for a New Year's run, busting through the haze of staying up late through (amazing, impressive) neighborhood fireworks, CNN banter, and the cold absence of my lover, my 'friend'... sliding off an 'us' into the bittersweet anniversary moment where Mom took one last look at me 2 years ago at Holy Cross and herself slid off the face of Life before I even realized it....taking the reason for me being here, just as he now takes that reason as well- until the full flower of my Own Life becomes visible....
I felt stiff and tired the first few miles and realized, without my supermarket pit-stops, that today's loop would need to be continuous....when you are a slow runner like me, setting up a steady gait is the conduit for everything happening in my head, as I found that pace between fatigue and sturdiness which kept me on a beat, to the music, until arms, shoes, hips, feet felt just right as I 'lifted' into the movement and the immense Freedom unfurled like a flag I held tightly to my heart....filled with a love for this loop, on this run, THIS wide morning with its 365 secrets beckoning down the road....
I can't take any more head beating. The heart will go where it will...As you lifted me this morning I pray, Beneficent Ones, to Lift us ALL in one Breath of Love, like a whisper on the wind, which confirms....everything I feel and everything I AM.
Zero Point is not a happy place. And yet it's not that old crutch Depression either. I am not fighting the tears, and feeling all the pain of separation is a celebration on the flip-side to finally OPEN the way - I move forward...onward....upward.
It was easy to wake up this morning and slip into the sleeping streets for a New Year's run, busting through the haze of staying up late through (amazing, impressive) neighborhood fireworks, CNN banter, and the cold absence of my lover, my 'friend'... sliding off an 'us' into the bittersweet anniversary moment where Mom took one last look at me 2 years ago at Holy Cross and herself slid off the face of Life before I even realized it....taking the reason for me being here, just as he now takes that reason as well- until the full flower of my Own Life becomes visible....
I felt stiff and tired the first few miles and realized, without my supermarket pit-stops, that today's loop would need to be continuous....when you are a slow runner like me, setting up a steady gait is the conduit for everything happening in my head, as I found that pace between fatigue and sturdiness which kept me on a beat, to the music, until arms, shoes, hips, feet felt just right as I 'lifted' into the movement and the immense Freedom unfurled like a flag I held tightly to my heart....filled with a love for this loop, on this run, THIS wide morning with its 365 secrets beckoning down the road....
I can't take any more head beating. The heart will go where it will...As you lifted me this morning I pray, Beneficent Ones, to Lift us ALL in one Breath of Love, like a whisper on the wind, which confirms....everything I feel and everything I AM.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Day After, and Welcome, Age of Aquarius!
When I poked my head out of the covers, I wasn't planning to run. Rolled over and tried to get back into my dreams, but something about the early light propelled me up and out the door, puffed into my many layers, gloves and hood...
The Great Turn of the Solstice light -coming back from the longest night, appears amplified beyond my imagination! (Does anyone else notice the strength of the sun??) It felt as if the muscles and molecules of my body took on a life of their own as I cruised down my western loop in mostly empty streets, breathing in that clear, cold crystalline air that filled my lungs like buoys coming up from the bottom of my feet. The World conspired to give me this stretch of 3 days (formerly known as the '3 days of darkness'....;-)) to relax, absorb and give my presence over to the unfolding of the Era....not just another Solstice, but the turn of a Wheel of such proportions I can't quite grasp all the implications of this doorway.
...Which appeared to us here at the south Florida beachfront as a parting, a slice of Heaven between La Mer, turning turquoise at sunrise, and the weather mounting like a grey dome above us (which was the advent of our current cold front!). This strange and powerful sight was witnessed by an assortment of folks strung up and down the beach like small bangles of light adorning the sand. It came at the end of our ceremony and stopped us in our tracks as it looked like we wouldn't see the sun rise at all.
The sand mandala, complete with Celeste's magic stones, remains....the entrance to the spiral to the east....where the magnificent energies were invited to enter!
And finally an homage to The Great Mother via Celeste and beautiful Naomi who at 2 and 1/2 seemed right at home. It seemed absolutely right to have our 3 generations present: me, now the old grandmother Crone facilitating, Celeste the new Mother coming into her own as priestess and Naomi the new little Maid...is there any doubt the new children are born 'knowing'??
Just before the sun rose, Celeste and I watched the busy sky. Between portals and eyes and bridges and sparkling rainbow colors, The Galactic Center had much to show us. Towards the end we both spied the Being of Light (no photo sorry) walking on that cosmic causeway that linked the portal with Mother Earth, before disappearing back into the void, as if to say "Namaste! We are Here!" Look at all of this from the point of view of that Ascended being, who as aspect of ourselves, chose to 'show up' and participate in a Grand Awakening. Feel your own impressions of what IS a moment of unity with what lies before you on a timeline of remembering. It is a taste of what's to come in planetary history, but a window into an infinite well of multiplicity. All creation lies within. Choose now, the words, deeds and emotions to grace a New World and give it your Artistic All!!
(by Celeste)....
December 21, 2012
Welcoming and embracing the new light
The morning of December 21, 2012, the day the world was supposed to end, the day new energy was coming in, the day that hopefully will change this world. I didnt know what to expect this dark and early morning. I awoke about 4:45 to start this endeavor. With my little girl by my side we both set out for our early morning adventure. It was still dark outside, the sun was still sleeping and so we set out with our flashlights in hand.
The days before I picked out a set number of crystals I wanted to incorporate in this ritual, each represeting thier own uniqueness and carrying with them vibrations of energy needed for this time. They were to contribute thier energy to this welcoming/embracing ritual. At the last moment,the night before, my intuition led me to add 2 more. Once charged and prepared for the journey, I put them in my little black bag, we were ready to go.
As I drove through the streets there was a quiet but active energy about this morning. There was a sense that lightworkers were up and already starting their work for the day, and powerful work indeed. In a trance-like state, I drove, taking time to explain the lights and sounds to my little one. There were days, even years leading up to this morning and I felt the need to be prepared spiritually.
When I pulled up into Dania Beach, at first, I proceeded to go the wrong way on the road, I guess they have changed it over here. Pretty typical of me in a new situation where I dont know what to expect. I usually start off going the wrong way, almost as a means to "get a feel for" my surroundings. This beach, this pier, this place is my home and still my solitude and place of peace when I'm distraught. Remembering a few years ago when I used to spend alot of time on the beach in my early recovery, I was walking down the beach and a man stopped me and said, "you look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders". I smiled and walked on. For isn't it true for lightworkers, healers, artists, free spirits to often times feel this way; it is a calling, a knowing, there is something inside that tells you something important has to be done by you, through you, around you. What that is, I've learned, only your path and destinations will show.
Finally I drive up to 'the spot' and Ricci's car is parked there. I have no idea where she is or if she's wandering but somehow spirit will guide me where to go. So I proceed to get my little girl out of her carseat, she is excited to see what awaits as well!
We walk onto the sand, making sure I have the flashlight for my little girl, I turn it on, it illuminates her world. Walking over to where Ricci is seated the first thing I notice are two lights in the sky, off in the distance. They glow an orange color and are pretty close, that is to say, not a star. They are spaced perfectly above the ocean, almost like an entrance to somewhere unseen. It seems we have "our facilitators".Initially I want to follow those lights and align us in the center but after realizing that's a really far walk, settling near a tiki hut will work just fine. As Ricci begins to set up, I can't help but think of what she will construct in the sand. I have thought about shapes and symbols and have come up with one in particular and am curious to see what she has in mind. She starts to draw the circle in the sand to begin our mandala and help welcome this new wave of energy entering at 6:11am. Finally I have to ask Ricci if she has any specific shape in mind. She says "I was thinking a spiral" I cannot even begin to tell you how astonding it was to hear her say that specific shape/design, its the one I had chosen to do myself. Already things are aligning perfectly. Even my daughter helps to find rocks and shells to put into our organic mandala. The spiral represents all of life, its in nature, weather, flowers, animals, it is a symbol of everything past and present. It was really the only shape to use in my mind.
After creating our mandala out of sand, seashells and rocks we check the time. 5:57am, its getting close to that window of time when the energy will make its entrance into our world. Ricci proceeds to set up the alter, some sage and a white candle on a piece of dark wood. She finally gets the candle lit after a few times of it being blown out. The nature spirits got this under control. To be honest I'm amazed we get the candle lit at all. The smoke smells wonderful coming from the burning sage and at the same time is purifying my soul and our environment. Into the portal we go. I am overcome by a feeling of safety and power, allowing it to move through me, I am at peace. Once our spiral is created I grab my crystals and begin to place them throughout the spiral. Desert Rose for protection of mother earth in the center, it also carries the properites of selenite, an amazing new vibration stone to help access angelic realms. Second, I place turquoise to help with connecting to our native american spirit, it helps connect the earth plane with the ethereal plane as well and is known for good luck. Third I place Celestite, this stone is also a high vibration stone used to create a harmonious atomsphere and connect with celestial bodies. Fourth is Sunstone, this carries with it the power of the sun within and is a great stone for creativity and energy. The fifth crystal I use is Rose Quartz, known for its unconditional love, this is an offering to mother earth. And lastly I place salt, known for its ancient properites of reconnecting with our ancestors and the ocean with the land, it is also an offering to our mother earth. That seals the spiral. Of course it was a perfect size to accomidate my crystals, exactly what I had hoped for.
To the east is a beautiful star or something that resembles a star, it is very bright and just seems to be watching us. There is a loving, feminie vibration to it. We both notice it and begin to discuss its possible origins. Out in the distant ocean, the clouds are beginning to lighten up, there is a light blue starting to show itself. Pure beauty. Pure magic.
Nature, mother earth, the feminine begins to speak to us through shapes and symbols in the clouds. We spot what looks like eyes peering down at us, they have a sort of asian or maybe native american look about them and I can't help but think this must be an ancestor of ours acknowledging our work. There is a sense of seriousness in these eyes and I instinctively know, this is a sign that the road to enlightenment might not be easy. Ricci points out some wings in the clouds, which to me represents freedom at its finest. Wings represnt the air element and is a symbol of accessing both the earth and ethereal planes. This is beautiful to see in the clouds as it says to me, freedom of movement between worlds.
The next occurance to take place is when I notice a bridge or passageway of some sort in the clouds. It is leading from the 'portal' and across the sky into our world. It is a stone-like looking bridge and it stretches over towards the earth. Spirit will be passing in and out of our world/dimension and this is the perfect road to take. I start to sense movement behind the clouds, very swift movement following the bridgeway into our world and I wonder if this is spirit moving in, it was quite exceptional. A loving pink cloud, in a rocket shape, shooting towards the bridgeway and our world appeared, as if out of nowhere. In its vibrant pink, it was as if spirit was shooting a blast of unconditional love our way. As movement continued I found it hard to explain what I was sensing/seeing but I did my best. There were moments of quiet reflection and contemplation for me and moments of me explaining what the racoon was doing in the garbage can behind us. My daughter really embraced this, she is only two and a half years old and she seemed to "get" that we were doing something special.
The most unforgettable event that took place I feel was the being of light I believe we saw. I thought it was an airplane sky marking but soon discovered it wasn't because it was moving, walking swiftly towards our world and then it vanished into the clouds. There was a human like movement to it. Ricci saw it too and I'm glad because I may of questioned what it is I just witness had she not. There was a feeling of excitement and anxiety at the same time when I saw this being walking in the clouds. It was the most incredible thing I've ever witnessed spirit do and I have experienced quite a few amazing things. I had never seen spirit manifest itself in such a way to actually become visible! This to me was amazing! Magnificent! Pure magic! I am so overwhelmed with love and gratitude that I was there to witness it. I was quite shocked to be honest, I did not expect that!
The entire time we spent out there we were surrounded by dark clouds with the exception of the portal or entrance to the spirit world. Ricci grabbed some rose petals she had stashed in her bag and burned them. I proceeded to spread them through the spiral from the center out. Another representation of unconditional love being offered.
We sat and talked some more about the things we were sensing/seeing and soon decided we probably should pack up before it rains. There were a few drops here and there and we were in acceptance that we might not see the sun rise up because of the clouds. We packed up our stuff and began to leave the beach. Wishing farewell to our mandala and thanks to the spirit world for their presence. Before we could get off the sand we noticed a beautiful orange glow rising behind the horizon. It was the sun!! It was coming up and visible!! We all stopped and sat down to honor its arrival and as I watched, there was a movement I noticed in the sun. It was as if someone shook it lightly left to right, left to right. I asked if Ricci saw it, she didn't but it was definetly a shifting movement I noticed. We continued to gaze a while longer and just before we got up to leave this magnificent sight, my daughter leans back into my arms and says "the man wants peace."
The Great Turn of the Solstice light -coming back from the longest night, appears amplified beyond my imagination! (Does anyone else notice the strength of the sun??) It felt as if the muscles and molecules of my body took on a life of their own as I cruised down my western loop in mostly empty streets, breathing in that clear, cold crystalline air that filled my lungs like buoys coming up from the bottom of my feet. The World conspired to give me this stretch of 3 days (formerly known as the '3 days of darkness'....;-)) to relax, absorb and give my presence over to the unfolding of the Era....not just another Solstice, but the turn of a Wheel of such proportions I can't quite grasp all the implications of this doorway.
...Which appeared to us here at the south Florida beachfront as a parting, a slice of Heaven between La Mer, turning turquoise at sunrise, and the weather mounting like a grey dome above us (which was the advent of our current cold front!). This strange and powerful sight was witnessed by an assortment of folks strung up and down the beach like small bangles of light adorning the sand. It came at the end of our ceremony and stopped us in our tracks as it looked like we wouldn't see the sun rise at all.
And finally an homage to The Great Mother via Celeste and beautiful Naomi who at 2 and 1/2 seemed right at home. It seemed absolutely right to have our 3 generations present: me, now the old grandmother Crone facilitating, Celeste the new Mother coming into her own as priestess and Naomi the new little Maid...is there any doubt the new children are born 'knowing'??
Just before the sun rose, Celeste and I watched the busy sky. Between portals and eyes and bridges and sparkling rainbow colors, The Galactic Center had much to show us. Towards the end we both spied the Being of Light (no photo sorry) walking on that cosmic causeway that linked the portal with Mother Earth, before disappearing back into the void, as if to say "Namaste! We are Here!" Look at all of this from the point of view of that Ascended being, who as aspect of ourselves, chose to 'show up' and participate in a Grand Awakening. Feel your own impressions of what IS a moment of unity with what lies before you on a timeline of remembering. It is a taste of what's to come in planetary history, but a window into an infinite well of multiplicity. All creation lies within. Choose now, the words, deeds and emotions to grace a New World and give it your Artistic All!!
(by Celeste)....
December 21, 2012
Welcoming and embracing the new light
The morning of December 21, 2012, the day the world was supposed to end, the day new energy was coming in, the day that hopefully will change this world. I didnt know what to expect this dark and early morning. I awoke about 4:45 to start this endeavor. With my little girl by my side we both set out for our early morning adventure. It was still dark outside, the sun was still sleeping and so we set out with our flashlights in hand.
The days before I picked out a set number of crystals I wanted to incorporate in this ritual, each represeting thier own uniqueness and carrying with them vibrations of energy needed for this time. They were to contribute thier energy to this welcoming/embracing ritual. At the last moment,the night before, my intuition led me to add 2 more. Once charged and prepared for the journey, I put them in my little black bag, we were ready to go.
As I drove through the streets there was a quiet but active energy about this morning. There was a sense that lightworkers were up and already starting their work for the day, and powerful work indeed. In a trance-like state, I drove, taking time to explain the lights and sounds to my little one. There were days, even years leading up to this morning and I felt the need to be prepared spiritually.
When I pulled up into Dania Beach, at first, I proceeded to go the wrong way on the road, I guess they have changed it over here. Pretty typical of me in a new situation where I dont know what to expect. I usually start off going the wrong way, almost as a means to "get a feel for" my surroundings. This beach, this pier, this place is my home and still my solitude and place of peace when I'm distraught. Remembering a few years ago when I used to spend alot of time on the beach in my early recovery, I was walking down the beach and a man stopped me and said, "you look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders". I smiled and walked on. For isn't it true for lightworkers, healers, artists, free spirits to often times feel this way; it is a calling, a knowing, there is something inside that tells you something important has to be done by you, through you, around you. What that is, I've learned, only your path and destinations will show.
Finally I drive up to 'the spot' and Ricci's car is parked there. I have no idea where she is or if she's wandering but somehow spirit will guide me where to go. So I proceed to get my little girl out of her carseat, she is excited to see what awaits as well!
We walk onto the sand, making sure I have the flashlight for my little girl, I turn it on, it illuminates her world. Walking over to where Ricci is seated the first thing I notice are two lights in the sky, off in the distance. They glow an orange color and are pretty close, that is to say, not a star. They are spaced perfectly above the ocean, almost like an entrance to somewhere unseen. It seems we have "our facilitators".Initially I want to follow those lights and align us in the center but after realizing that's a really far walk, settling near a tiki hut will work just fine. As Ricci begins to set up, I can't help but think of what she will construct in the sand. I have thought about shapes and symbols and have come up with one in particular and am curious to see what she has in mind. She starts to draw the circle in the sand to begin our mandala and help welcome this new wave of energy entering at 6:11am. Finally I have to ask Ricci if she has any specific shape in mind. She says "I was thinking a spiral" I cannot even begin to tell you how astonding it was to hear her say that specific shape/design, its the one I had chosen to do myself. Already things are aligning perfectly. Even my daughter helps to find rocks and shells to put into our organic mandala. The spiral represents all of life, its in nature, weather, flowers, animals, it is a symbol of everything past and present. It was really the only shape to use in my mind.
After creating our mandala out of sand, seashells and rocks we check the time. 5:57am, its getting close to that window of time when the energy will make its entrance into our world. Ricci proceeds to set up the alter, some sage and a white candle on a piece of dark wood. She finally gets the candle lit after a few times of it being blown out. The nature spirits got this under control. To be honest I'm amazed we get the candle lit at all. The smoke smells wonderful coming from the burning sage and at the same time is purifying my soul and our environment. Into the portal we go. I am overcome by a feeling of safety and power, allowing it to move through me, I am at peace. Once our spiral is created I grab my crystals and begin to place them throughout the spiral. Desert Rose for protection of mother earth in the center, it also carries the properites of selenite, an amazing new vibration stone to help access angelic realms. Second, I place turquoise to help with connecting to our native american spirit, it helps connect the earth plane with the ethereal plane as well and is known for good luck. Third I place Celestite, this stone is also a high vibration stone used to create a harmonious atomsphere and connect with celestial bodies. Fourth is Sunstone, this carries with it the power of the sun within and is a great stone for creativity and energy. The fifth crystal I use is Rose Quartz, known for its unconditional love, this is an offering to mother earth. And lastly I place salt, known for its ancient properites of reconnecting with our ancestors and the ocean with the land, it is also an offering to our mother earth. That seals the spiral. Of course it was a perfect size to accomidate my crystals, exactly what I had hoped for.
To the east is a beautiful star or something that resembles a star, it is very bright and just seems to be watching us. There is a loving, feminie vibration to it. We both notice it and begin to discuss its possible origins. Out in the distant ocean, the clouds are beginning to lighten up, there is a light blue starting to show itself. Pure beauty. Pure magic.
Nature, mother earth, the feminine begins to speak to us through shapes and symbols in the clouds. We spot what looks like eyes peering down at us, they have a sort of asian or maybe native american look about them and I can't help but think this must be an ancestor of ours acknowledging our work. There is a sense of seriousness in these eyes and I instinctively know, this is a sign that the road to enlightenment might not be easy. Ricci points out some wings in the clouds, which to me represents freedom at its finest. Wings represnt the air element and is a symbol of accessing both the earth and ethereal planes. This is beautiful to see in the clouds as it says to me, freedom of movement between worlds.
The next occurance to take place is when I notice a bridge or passageway of some sort in the clouds. It is leading from the 'portal' and across the sky into our world. It is a stone-like looking bridge and it stretches over towards the earth. Spirit will be passing in and out of our world/dimension and this is the perfect road to take. I start to sense movement behind the clouds, very swift movement following the bridgeway into our world and I wonder if this is spirit moving in, it was quite exceptional. A loving pink cloud, in a rocket shape, shooting towards the bridgeway and our world appeared, as if out of nowhere. In its vibrant pink, it was as if spirit was shooting a blast of unconditional love our way. As movement continued I found it hard to explain what I was sensing/seeing but I did my best. There were moments of quiet reflection and contemplation for me and moments of me explaining what the racoon was doing in the garbage can behind us. My daughter really embraced this, she is only two and a half years old and she seemed to "get" that we were doing something special.
The most unforgettable event that took place I feel was the being of light I believe we saw. I thought it was an airplane sky marking but soon discovered it wasn't because it was moving, walking swiftly towards our world and then it vanished into the clouds. There was a human like movement to it. Ricci saw it too and I'm glad because I may of questioned what it is I just witness had she not. There was a feeling of excitement and anxiety at the same time when I saw this being walking in the clouds. It was the most incredible thing I've ever witnessed spirit do and I have experienced quite a few amazing things. I had never seen spirit manifest itself in such a way to actually become visible! This to me was amazing! Magnificent! Pure magic! I am so overwhelmed with love and gratitude that I was there to witness it. I was quite shocked to be honest, I did not expect that!
The entire time we spent out there we were surrounded by dark clouds with the exception of the portal or entrance to the spirit world. Ricci grabbed some rose petals she had stashed in her bag and burned them. I proceeded to spread them through the spiral from the center out. Another representation of unconditional love being offered.
We sat and talked some more about the things we were sensing/seeing and soon decided we probably should pack up before it rains. There were a few drops here and there and we were in acceptance that we might not see the sun rise up because of the clouds. We packed up our stuff and began to leave the beach. Wishing farewell to our mandala and thanks to the spirit world for their presence. Before we could get off the sand we noticed a beautiful orange glow rising behind the horizon. It was the sun!! It was coming up and visible!! We all stopped and sat down to honor its arrival and as I watched, there was a movement I noticed in the sun. It was as if someone shook it lightly left to right, left to right. I asked if Ricci saw it, she didn't but it was definetly a shifting movement I noticed. We continued to gaze a while longer and just before we got up to leave this magnificent sight, my daughter leans back into my arms and says "the man wants peace."
Monday, December 17, 2012
Back to the Beach Run: The Light Reveals 12-16-12
Like many others this weekend, I felt myself sunk deep into contemplation in the aftermath of the Connecticut shooting and the lead up to the 12-21 Solstice Portal. I had difficulty processing what was going on, even as much as I 'see' and expect the violence. Let's not forget that children all around the world are subject to unconscionable violence, abuse, exploitation and death, including right here in the so-called 'advanced' western world. Now we know. We are linked in this tragedy.
As Great Mother Gaia prepares Her moment of birth into a New Era us 'local representatives' can feel Her anticipation, relief and joy! To deliver Oneself from this level of existence where She has been persecuted and denied Life for so long.....is it any wonder the Elders have no precedent for this....?! We have endured other changes in eras, civilizations, attainments...and many times Earth has come close to exiting this universe for good....But here is what I see.
The Timelines are clearly dividing themselves out. Live peace, strive for peace, for harmony with Self and Spirit, with Gaia, with universal forces of Life, and peace you shall have. Live within the 'death cult', bringing harm to self/spirit, to the earth, to others...and so you shall have this too. The masculine energies have become so far removed from their original purpose to Serve, honor and protect the Divine Feminine. It has become a Power Over, a subjugation to Will, an escape from true responsibility to the Light and Life. The feminine energies have been subjugated for so long, it is hard to find our voice....but we know it is embedded within Mother Earth, as it is within each of us. And so we can 'go there' to fill the well of HOPE, of GOOD OUTCOMES, of HEALING, to share our stories of fortitude and victory and walk through this portal into our SHARED FUTURE ANEW!
There is no time so filled with mythical proportions which asks us all to make a simple choice: are you crossing into peace, love and harmony? Or are you married to your old way of life, to blame, criticism, limitations...to the destructive emotions and actions which hurt and harm, your self, your spirit, your loved ones....
I think I was getting all this before the early morning run on Sunday, but there is something about that spot at the beach that 'brings it to me' and made it clear. We are not in competition with anyone to get to this finish line. It's not going anywhere, and neither are we. One foot in front of the other, with the spirit of democratic encouragement and upliftment - this is how we run this race...and at the end, when we cross that line, something wonderful is waiting for us, ready to embrace us...a revision of old ways into New. Mother Gaia needs you, She's been waiting for you. Men, awake and arise! We need you! Women, awake and arise! Carry yourself as we carry each other across the threshold.... Those cries we hear is the call in our hearts. Get out there on the 21st, sit with Mother Nature, and welcome the New You.
Namaste, all. See you on the Other Side.
As Great Mother Gaia prepares Her moment of birth into a New Era us 'local representatives' can feel Her anticipation, relief and joy! To deliver Oneself from this level of existence where She has been persecuted and denied Life for so long.....is it any wonder the Elders have no precedent for this....?! We have endured other changes in eras, civilizations, attainments...and many times Earth has come close to exiting this universe for good....But here is what I see.
The Timelines are clearly dividing themselves out. Live peace, strive for peace, for harmony with Self and Spirit, with Gaia, with universal forces of Life, and peace you shall have. Live within the 'death cult', bringing harm to self/spirit, to the earth, to others...and so you shall have this too. The masculine energies have become so far removed from their original purpose to Serve, honor and protect the Divine Feminine. It has become a Power Over, a subjugation to Will, an escape from true responsibility to the Light and Life. The feminine energies have been subjugated for so long, it is hard to find our voice....but we know it is embedded within Mother Earth, as it is within each of us. And so we can 'go there' to fill the well of HOPE, of GOOD OUTCOMES, of HEALING, to share our stories of fortitude and victory and walk through this portal into our SHARED FUTURE ANEW!
There is no time so filled with mythical proportions which asks us all to make a simple choice: are you crossing into peace, love and harmony? Or are you married to your old way of life, to blame, criticism, limitations...to the destructive emotions and actions which hurt and harm, your self, your spirit, your loved ones....
I think I was getting all this before the early morning run on Sunday, but there is something about that spot at the beach that 'brings it to me' and made it clear. We are not in competition with anyone to get to this finish line. It's not going anywhere, and neither are we. One foot in front of the other, with the spirit of democratic encouragement and upliftment - this is how we run this race...and at the end, when we cross that line, something wonderful is waiting for us, ready to embrace us...a revision of old ways into New. Mother Gaia needs you, She's been waiting for you. Men, awake and arise! We need you! Women, awake and arise! Carry yourself as we carry each other across the threshold.... Those cries we hear is the call in our hearts. Get out there on the 21st, sit with Mother Nature, and welcome the New You.
Namaste, all. See you on the Other Side.
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