It's all over the news: Robin Williams, aka "Mork," "Mrs. Doubtfire," "Patch Adams," and a host of other roles he was known for, has passed over to the Other Side.
Cause of death? Suicide, it seems. Not surprising since the man battled alcohol addiction most of his life. And that, my friends, is part of what makes the whole thing tearjerking.
Because Robin Williams was one of those truly unique people who do what it takes to not "sell out" and be a carbon copy of everyone else, just for the sake of money.
No, Robin made his living doing what he did best: just being himself. And he did a lot of good for the world. Despite his long inner struggle, his brilliant wit and charm touched a lot of hearts as well as gave us pains in our sides from laughing so. Damn. HARD!!!!
He's been the inspiration for a lot of people in show biz, to say nothing of his warmth and compassion endearing him to movie-and-TV-watchers the world over.
So to find out he ended his own life just tears at the collective inner being of everyone who's watched at least one of his movies or standup routines. And it makes me a little bit angry.
Why? Because I feel something should be done about things like this for ALL people, not just the actors and singers in the public eye. Sure, there's the suicide prevention hotline, and that's great. I am *not* dismissing that, at all. But what about improving our mental health system to where depressed folks aren't just medicated and enrolled in talk therapy? We need to get at the root of what brings on the depression, the addictions.
Some might say it's past life issues clouding things, and it is likely that that is a big part of the problem. Some say it's one's environment growing up, and that, too, plays a role in the way we think about ourselves and the world around us. To be truthful, there are so many strands of possibilities that it is very challenging, if not impossible, to nail down one single root cause for each individual. Psychology is still technically in toddlerhood-to-early-elementary-age. We still don't know enough about the brain, let alone the human SOUL to really get a good grip on why things like addictions manifest, let alone thoughts of suicide, or actions taken to end one's own life.
Which is why I am becoming a strong advocate for alternative healing modalities such as Reiki and Matrix Energetics (Google them both--they're amazing sources of healing that I personally have experienced--and they WORK!).
I strongly feel allopathic medicine and psychiatry and Big Pharma are very, very misguided in their thinking that medicating everyone for this or that mental or emotional problem is the cure-all for everyone's inner issues. Yes, some people respond well to things like SSRI's (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors) and other medications that reduce depression and anxiety. But I do not think this should be the only answer. And yes, professional therapy should be part of all of this.
But I am also going to say that maybe, just maybe, people's issues are more deep-seated than what's going on in this lifetime. And I have this strong feeling that this was likely the case with Robin Williams, as it might be with a lot of people.
Of course, all this begs the question: Why are so many CREATIVE people beset by mental and emotional issues? Big Medicine says "Who cares? If they have problems, let's just medicate them." I'm sorry, but that's no real answer. Medicating creative people like that can dull the edge of otherwise very sharp, incisive wits and talent. We need to start doing some honest-to-God studies of brains that belong to the most creative people out there, just to see if we can find out any correlations we have not thought of in neuroscience and psychology. It's not enough to say "this world is too harsh for them." Granted, there are a LOT of cruel people and a LOT of crappy situations. And some folks, creative though they may be, just might not have the tools in their self-healing belt to cope with the cruelty or injustice. That's the key--learning to adapt, learning how to deal with the onslaught of negative vibes in the world. As an empath and creative person myself, that has been a big issue. But for the sake of my calling, learning to balance and adapt is an absolute necessity.
Indeed, many creative people are very emotionally sensitive. It's what makes an Oscar or Tony-winning actor worthy of the awards they get for dramatic roles. It's what makes a class-act musician reap serious glory and praise from their fans. They dig down deep, they let their emotions flow, they pour their heart and soul into their respective crafts, whatever their creative calling might be.
And if life deals them a harsh blow, or several, and they have no real tools to cope properly, that's when the implosion can happen, whether slowly or quickly.
Yet it is the creative, emotionally sensitive people who are likely called to bring light and healing to the world, just as Robin Williams did with his beautifully over-the-top, sidesplitting humor. They say laughing is good for you. Why, then, do people like Robin end up feeling such inner torment despite their ability to uplift and entertain?
Humanity needs answers. Humanity deserves answers that go beyond the next prescription of anti-anxiety or anti-depressant drugs. We need and deserve solutions that go beyond the suicide hotline, helpful as it obviously has been over the years. People like Robin Williams need deep healing--healing that can help balance, but not dim the emotionally sensitive, empathic lights that bring so much joy to this world that seems to get crazier by the minute.
Rest in Peace, Robin Williams. I, and the whole world, will miss you terribly. You are now in the angels' care, though...so, safe travels, Star-Brother.
Peace To All Beings,
Kat ^.^
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Saturday, August 9, 2014
WWFRD? Or What Would Fred Rogers Do?
"It's a Beautiful Day In the Neighborhood!"...
Anyone who is older than perhaps 15 or so remembers Fred Rogers, aka "Mister Rogers," and remembers those immortal beginning words to the theme song of his world-renowned show. Well, known, at least, to the Western world. I don't know how well-known he is in Japan or China or anything, but one never knows. They know about Western artists, so why not a gentle, dapper Presbyterian minister from Pittsburgh?
Many of us watched him every morning before school or afternoon after school, depending on the local PBS station programming schedule.
Those of us who really needed his guiding, loving words feel this immeasurable poignant ache realizing over and over again he's no longer on this physical plane. He was the embodiment of the prayer of St. Francis: "Let me be the channel of Your peace."
It's been eleven years since his passing, still his memory reverberates because the spirit of Love reverberated through all the lives he touched. It is likely he became a surrogate father to those whose own biological fathers were either absent physically or so wounded themselves they could not be good fathers, emotionally. He was an ordained Presbyterian minister, yet he knew that Love goes beyond denominational dogma. He showed the love of God to all who came within his presence.
He was as close to being Christlike as any human can possibly manage while still having human foibles. Such an appellation he would shun, I am pretty sure, his humble nature disallowing him to be equated with such an Ascended Master as Jesus. Yet, when you've been embraced by such Love, even through a television screen, and then you grow up with that memory of Love in your heart, you begin to wonder about how Mr. Rogers would react, or what he would say in response to what's going on in your life...sort of a paraphrase of the 1990s phenomenon of "WWJD?," or What Would Jesus Do?"
Instead, because Fred Rogers is a little more recent figure, but no less loving, it seems, you could easily rephrase it as "What Would Fred Rogers Do?"
And honestly, such unconditional love coming from such a human source makes you wonder just how old his soul is...he is likely quite ancient, and he's off doing the work of Love in other regions of the Otherworld, perhaps being an avatar for Love on some other planet, in some other Universe. And such love as came forth from Mr. Rogers makes one wonder just how the cruel people in the world can possibly live with themselves.
Why am I writing all this? Well, I came across a book in Goodwill today called "I'm Proud of You: My Friendship With Fred Rogers." It was written by Fort Worth, TX newspaper columnist Tim Madigan, who began a very beautiful and healing friendship with Fred Rogers back in 1995, thanks to an interview he did with the children's program star.
It's not a large book by any means. It's one of those delightful two-hour reads you find under the Christmas tree because it's such a lovely, spiritual book that reflects the love shown at Christmas and other special times of one's life. I say spiritual because much of the message was about Love, rather than obeying this or that human idea that is often touted as "spiritual," but really isn't. Usually those human laws are more about draconian, fearful control, but Fred Rogers was NEVER like that. He talked about loving each other and respecting each other because everyone is worth loving and respecting, no matter the mistakes they make, no matter their wounds, no matter their flaws.
Knowing this about Mr. Rogers, I really wonder why there is this streak of perfectionism in so many people that seeks to judge so harshly. I wonder about it also because I have that streak myself. I see it and feel it, especially against myself, let alone other people. Am I proud of that judgmental streak? No. Not in the least. Do I experience exasperation when it comes to other people and their not-so-healthy ways of being, of treating others and the planet? Oh, heavens, yes! I experience it to the point of getting quite angry, I'm afraid.
And what makes me angrier is the feeling of not being heard, not being listened to. It makes me both angry and sad because I feel like there's stuff that people need to know--stuff that I feel is coming from deep in my God-self.
So here is where I come back to the question: What Would Fred Rogers Do?
The real, down-to-Earth answer is that I don't know. I never had the great fortune of meeting the guy. So I have to go within to think about my next best guess. And the only thing I can think of is the word "pray." Yeah, he would probably have prayed about what to say and how to say it so people will understand and hear with their hearts and not just their minds. How would he have dealt with any feelings of not being heard? Prayer.
In truth, I sense when people are listening intently and paying attention, because action is often taken on what's being said, no matter who is doing the speaking. Even if that action manifests a little at a time, they're still attempting to follow-up on what was said. If no action ensues, I either wonder if they're still trying to digest it, or they don't give a fig about anything other than themselves. Or they're so darn wounded that they don't have the confidence to take any action at all. And that's where one has to start from absolute square one--which is what Fred Rogers did a lot, I have a feeling. Sometimes absolute square one is the best place to start for a lot of healing things, emotionally speaking.
He would say things to that wounded person like, "I'm proud of you, and I like you, even if other people seem to do the opposite." To paraphrase the old Wild West movie phrase, "Them's healin' words!" Is it any wonder this man continues to be revered by so many, even eleven years after his passing?
There's an inner drive, an inner push to help people heal, that bubbles within every time I see someone upset. Of course, there are people just so far gone--they have no real will to help themselves get past their own "Furies," as Mr. Rogers would call them--that I cannot do much of anything. So all I can do is pray, pray and pray...give it all over to Great Spirit and the angels, because they have ways of handling things that one sole human cannot quite do on their own.
Because, yeah, that's what I think Fred Rogers would do.
Peace In The Neighborhood To You,
Kat ^.^
P.S....I just came up with a fab way to create a gratitude journal!
Anyone who is older than perhaps 15 or so remembers Fred Rogers, aka "Mister Rogers," and remembers those immortal beginning words to the theme song of his world-renowned show. Well, known, at least, to the Western world. I don't know how well-known he is in Japan or China or anything, but one never knows. They know about Western artists, so why not a gentle, dapper Presbyterian minister from Pittsburgh?
Many of us watched him every morning before school or afternoon after school, depending on the local PBS station programming schedule.
Those of us who really needed his guiding, loving words feel this immeasurable poignant ache realizing over and over again he's no longer on this physical plane. He was the embodiment of the prayer of St. Francis: "Let me be the channel of Your peace."
It's been eleven years since his passing, still his memory reverberates because the spirit of Love reverberated through all the lives he touched. It is likely he became a surrogate father to those whose own biological fathers were either absent physically or so wounded themselves they could not be good fathers, emotionally. He was an ordained Presbyterian minister, yet he knew that Love goes beyond denominational dogma. He showed the love of God to all who came within his presence.
He was as close to being Christlike as any human can possibly manage while still having human foibles. Such an appellation he would shun, I am pretty sure, his humble nature disallowing him to be equated with such an Ascended Master as Jesus. Yet, when you've been embraced by such Love, even through a television screen, and then you grow up with that memory of Love in your heart, you begin to wonder about how Mr. Rogers would react, or what he would say in response to what's going on in your life...sort of a paraphrase of the 1990s phenomenon of "WWJD?," or What Would Jesus Do?"
Instead, because Fred Rogers is a little more recent figure, but no less loving, it seems, you could easily rephrase it as "What Would Fred Rogers Do?"
And honestly, such unconditional love coming from such a human source makes you wonder just how old his soul is...he is likely quite ancient, and he's off doing the work of Love in other regions of the Otherworld, perhaps being an avatar for Love on some other planet, in some other Universe. And such love as came forth from Mr. Rogers makes one wonder just how the cruel people in the world can possibly live with themselves.
Why am I writing all this? Well, I came across a book in Goodwill today called "I'm Proud of You: My Friendship With Fred Rogers." It was written by Fort Worth, TX newspaper columnist Tim Madigan, who began a very beautiful and healing friendship with Fred Rogers back in 1995, thanks to an interview he did with the children's program star.
It's not a large book by any means. It's one of those delightful two-hour reads you find under the Christmas tree because it's such a lovely, spiritual book that reflects the love shown at Christmas and other special times of one's life. I say spiritual because much of the message was about Love, rather than obeying this or that human idea that is often touted as "spiritual," but really isn't. Usually those human laws are more about draconian, fearful control, but Fred Rogers was NEVER like that. He talked about loving each other and respecting each other because everyone is worth loving and respecting, no matter the mistakes they make, no matter their wounds, no matter their flaws.
Knowing this about Mr. Rogers, I really wonder why there is this streak of perfectionism in so many people that seeks to judge so harshly. I wonder about it also because I have that streak myself. I see it and feel it, especially against myself, let alone other people. Am I proud of that judgmental streak? No. Not in the least. Do I experience exasperation when it comes to other people and their not-so-healthy ways of being, of treating others and the planet? Oh, heavens, yes! I experience it to the point of getting quite angry, I'm afraid.
And what makes me angrier is the feeling of not being heard, not being listened to. It makes me both angry and sad because I feel like there's stuff that people need to know--stuff that I feel is coming from deep in my God-self.
So here is where I come back to the question: What Would Fred Rogers Do?
The real, down-to-Earth answer is that I don't know. I never had the great fortune of meeting the guy. So I have to go within to think about my next best guess. And the only thing I can think of is the word "pray." Yeah, he would probably have prayed about what to say and how to say it so people will understand and hear with their hearts and not just their minds. How would he have dealt with any feelings of not being heard? Prayer.
In truth, I sense when people are listening intently and paying attention, because action is often taken on what's being said, no matter who is doing the speaking. Even if that action manifests a little at a time, they're still attempting to follow-up on what was said. If no action ensues, I either wonder if they're still trying to digest it, or they don't give a fig about anything other than themselves. Or they're so darn wounded that they don't have the confidence to take any action at all. And that's where one has to start from absolute square one--which is what Fred Rogers did a lot, I have a feeling. Sometimes absolute square one is the best place to start for a lot of healing things, emotionally speaking.
He would say things to that wounded person like, "I'm proud of you, and I like you, even if other people seem to do the opposite." To paraphrase the old Wild West movie phrase, "Them's healin' words!" Is it any wonder this man continues to be revered by so many, even eleven years after his passing?
There's an inner drive, an inner push to help people heal, that bubbles within every time I see someone upset. Of course, there are people just so far gone--they have no real will to help themselves get past their own "Furies," as Mr. Rogers would call them--that I cannot do much of anything. So all I can do is pray, pray and pray...give it all over to Great Spirit and the angels, because they have ways of handling things that one sole human cannot quite do on their own.
Because, yeah, that's what I think Fred Rogers would do.
Peace In The Neighborhood To You,
Kat ^.^
P.S....I just came up with a fab way to create a gratitude journal!
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Musings...
I'm honestly too tired right now to write a fuller-length article, but I came home from work wanting to watch a documentary. There's a specific documentary series on Hulu that's captured my attention, and one of those documentary episodes I watched tonight. It was about who *really* wrote the New Testament. There were some things I knew, some things I didn't.
Pop interrupted my watching TV to talk to me about possibly coming to church to hear this one guy give a sermon on the book of Romans, chapter 8. This guy I sorta know well; he's the lawyer who, about ten or so years ago, helped my parents and me deal with this one collection agency who kept calling and harassing us for money when we just didn't have the money they wanted. By that reckoning, I am interested in hearing what he has to say, just because he IS a lawyer, and by virtue of that schooling, clearly has more than enough experience in logic and reason. So it's not like I'd be having to listen to someone like a certain conservative Christian from Canada who has oft-times ignored the rules of respectful epistemological debate and just rudely pressed for his own world view. I refuse to write said Canadian's name, simply because he is the conservative Christian version of Voldemort (downright evil and thinking he's always in the right), but those of you who have watched the recent debates between atheists and conservative Christians likely know to whom I am reluctantly referring.
No, the guy that's going to give a sermon tomorrow would be far more interesting to me, for the sake of pure intellectual exercise, than listening to the likes of He-Who-Should-Not-Debate-At-All. I just wish the sermon didn't have to be part of the worship service--simply because most Sunday services are in the morning--EARLY morning, AND because I feel if I went, I would be giving my dad mixed messages.
I have NO interest in going back to Christianity as it is practiced by most people. My experiences and what I know about myself cannot be stuffed back into the box of un-knowing, just because others might prefer I remain a dumb sheep who follows dogma blindly. What I know about myself cannot be revealed to most people in mainstream religion. As much as I honor Jesus as an Ascended Master, I don't necessarily view Jesus in the same light as other people. I feel more comfortable having conversations with the Divine either in a park, or here in my room, typing on my computer.
I don't know how to express my wider view and spiritual path to most religious types except to place it within the box of Unitarian Universalism, to make it more understandable by others who may not share my path, have the same kind of knowledge I do, etc.
Yet despite my strong distaste for the idea of "returning to church" (an idea that I have a feeling my dad still holds as a possibility that might manifest), that wider view calls me to re-examine the ideas that come from the Bible and think deeper on what some of that stuff applies to how I see the world, etc. I am, for all intents and purposes, a Druid. And a Druid is called to explore and learn from other faith paths, among other things. That sounds a lot like me, really. I am also something of a Buddhist, something of a Taoist, something of a Hindu, and to a greater degree, a New Age hippie type person. My path is very, very eclectic.
And you know something? I like being that way. No, I love being that way. I love having ideas and being curious. I love chewing on food-for-thought, sipping on the philosophical wines on offer, sloshing them around in the mouth of my psyche, detecting this or that set of nuances and then just sitting and contemplating all of it.
I am honestly more interested in sitting in my own inner temple while sitting by a stream, rather than perching my tail-feathers in a church pew. If I choose to be around people in a ritual-type setting, I'd rather be in a circle of fellow Druids and Wiccans honoring BOTH the Divine Feminine as well as the Divine Masculine.
Well, it looks like I wrote a somewhat long article anyhow. It seems once I get going, I get going...I must not have been TOO tired...or the words just needed to get out or else I was going to lay in bed for hours with this stuff swirling around my mind. In any case, it is not likely I will go hear this lawyer guy speak. As good as he is, his sermon is only going to be part and parcel of the whole church thing, and again, I really don't want to send my dad mixed messages or encourage whatever falsely conjured hope he has swirling around in his brain just because he and I have had some fairly constructive conversations about some things in recent months. Whatever epistemological and theological explorations I am undertaking, I am doing so because of the philosophical desire for thought-food and the desire for deeper spiritual understanding about myself, which can be acquired without regular church attendance, I feel.
Anyway...it's off to bed with me. Lots to do!!!!
Peace,
Kat ^.^
Pop interrupted my watching TV to talk to me about possibly coming to church to hear this one guy give a sermon on the book of Romans, chapter 8. This guy I sorta know well; he's the lawyer who, about ten or so years ago, helped my parents and me deal with this one collection agency who kept calling and harassing us for money when we just didn't have the money they wanted. By that reckoning, I am interested in hearing what he has to say, just because he IS a lawyer, and by virtue of that schooling, clearly has more than enough experience in logic and reason. So it's not like I'd be having to listen to someone like a certain conservative Christian from Canada who has oft-times ignored the rules of respectful epistemological debate and just rudely pressed for his own world view. I refuse to write said Canadian's name, simply because he is the conservative Christian version of Voldemort (downright evil and thinking he's always in the right), but those of you who have watched the recent debates between atheists and conservative Christians likely know to whom I am reluctantly referring.
No, the guy that's going to give a sermon tomorrow would be far more interesting to me, for the sake of pure intellectual exercise, than listening to the likes of He-Who-Should-Not-Debate-At-All. I just wish the sermon didn't have to be part of the worship service--simply because most Sunday services are in the morning--EARLY morning, AND because I feel if I went, I would be giving my dad mixed messages.
I have NO interest in going back to Christianity as it is practiced by most people. My experiences and what I know about myself cannot be stuffed back into the box of un-knowing, just because others might prefer I remain a dumb sheep who follows dogma blindly. What I know about myself cannot be revealed to most people in mainstream religion. As much as I honor Jesus as an Ascended Master, I don't necessarily view Jesus in the same light as other people. I feel more comfortable having conversations with the Divine either in a park, or here in my room, typing on my computer.
I don't know how to express my wider view and spiritual path to most religious types except to place it within the box of Unitarian Universalism, to make it more understandable by others who may not share my path, have the same kind of knowledge I do, etc.
Yet despite my strong distaste for the idea of "returning to church" (an idea that I have a feeling my dad still holds as a possibility that might manifest), that wider view calls me to re-examine the ideas that come from the Bible and think deeper on what some of that stuff applies to how I see the world, etc. I am, for all intents and purposes, a Druid. And a Druid is called to explore and learn from other faith paths, among other things. That sounds a lot like me, really. I am also something of a Buddhist, something of a Taoist, something of a Hindu, and to a greater degree, a New Age hippie type person. My path is very, very eclectic.
And you know something? I like being that way. No, I love being that way. I love having ideas and being curious. I love chewing on food-for-thought, sipping on the philosophical wines on offer, sloshing them around in the mouth of my psyche, detecting this or that set of nuances and then just sitting and contemplating all of it.
I am honestly more interested in sitting in my own inner temple while sitting by a stream, rather than perching my tail-feathers in a church pew. If I choose to be around people in a ritual-type setting, I'd rather be in a circle of fellow Druids and Wiccans honoring BOTH the Divine Feminine as well as the Divine Masculine.
Well, it looks like I wrote a somewhat long article anyhow. It seems once I get going, I get going...I must not have been TOO tired...or the words just needed to get out or else I was going to lay in bed for hours with this stuff swirling around my mind. In any case, it is not likely I will go hear this lawyer guy speak. As good as he is, his sermon is only going to be part and parcel of the whole church thing, and again, I really don't want to send my dad mixed messages or encourage whatever falsely conjured hope he has swirling around in his brain just because he and I have had some fairly constructive conversations about some things in recent months. Whatever epistemological and theological explorations I am undertaking, I am doing so because of the philosophical desire for thought-food and the desire for deeper spiritual understanding about myself, which can be acquired without regular church attendance, I feel.
Anyway...it's off to bed with me. Lots to do!!!!
Peace,
Kat ^.^
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
"Heaven Is For Real." My Thoughts On the Book & Movie.
It is said that each person takes away from a piece of artwork--be it a book, a film, a painting, whatever--whatever they put into it from their own personal experiences, their own gut reactions.
I know that I am no different. I have my thoughts, my opinions, be they informed or uninformed. I have my gut reactions, my experiences.
I also have my deep and abiding interest in NDE's, or Near-Death Experiences, which is what led me to stand in Wal-Mart some time ago and read "Heaven Is For Real" cover to cover, without buying the darn thing. Yes, that is how lost I get in the world of words.
Especially when it pertains to spirituality and every other person's experience of it. I was especially curious about Colton Burpo's experience, as related to his father, Todd, who authored the book. Maybe someday Colton himself will write about his experience first hand, in his words. In the meantime, there's the current book--and now a movie.
I just watched the movie, and my ultimate reaction to it is thus:
It never fails.
You're going along in your life and something happens to upend your whole existence. Either you are told something or you experience an event--or series of them--and what you thought you knew about life, about the afterlife, even, is changed. and invariably, the words and the experience both challenge what you've believed up to this current point in time. Even if you are already quite spiritual in your daily life, regardless of what form that spirituality takes.
Such is the power of an NDE. And such, therefore, is the power of the story of the experience to change the lives of the people who did not have the experience, but find their own notions of life challenged nevertheless.
So what opinion do I have of the movie itself as compared to the book?
Well, I really wished they would have found a way to portray more of Colton's visions. That was the meat of the book, in my view. But they juxtaposed his matter-of-fact words with the reactions of the people around him, including his own father and mother. And a child's matter-of-factness is often quite jarring for an adult. Especially an adult who has been taught to think and believe a certain way, or has had experiences that have caused them grief and have not found resolution. So seeing that dose of reality portrayed was refreshing. Because yes, it is more or less a feel-good movie, but it was not overly saccharine in the way many Christianity-oriented films tend to be.
I also felt anxious for the Burpos when the media circus comes knocking at their door, wanting interviews. On top of this, the couple are struggling, financially. All this really puts a strain on Sonja, Colton's mother, whose own faith is being challenged. And until Colton told her of the sister he never met because the baby died in utero, she was having trouble coming to terms with the notion that Colton was telling the truth instead of being inventive. I would also imagine that, as a pastor's wife, the struggle of her faith being challenged was not the easiest road to walk. It's not like pastor's wives can hide from everyone else and their oft-times ridiculous and unreasonable expectations. They're expected to be just as public as their partners. Of course, that's assuming the minister is a man.
And I'm digressing.
In the section of the movie where the church board is thinking about looking for another minister, my thought was this: Why not ask Colton to get up there and tell the congregation, in his words, what he experienced? I mean, whatever happened to "And a little child shall lead them?" Whatever happened to "Enter the kingdom of heaven as a little child?" Why is an adult's ideas considered more credible than a child's as far as getting up in church and saying stuff that's important to people's growth as human beings? Is it because when an adult says those important things, they're backed up by years of so-called education and a piece of paper that says "you have arrived here"?
Why do we adults end up feeling so mortified when a child corrects US on behavior that we have told them is wrong? It's because the kid has called us out on our own bullcrap. And we know it. I know because while I don't have kids, my own inner child reminds me of my own hypocrisies. I hear my eight-year-old self loud and clear. I think maybe I should enlist her help more often. Because while my adult self has learned to rationalize stuff away and wave her hand at stuff she wants to ignore, my eight-year-old Inner Little Kat, like the Maiden of Wands she is--purely intuitive, honest and forthright--gives me her best "Don't-give-me-that-crap" look.
As adults, we often lose our way. We think Heaven or whatever word you want to give to the realms beyond this one is "up there somewhere." It is, and it isn't. It's within us. It's within our Inner Child, or the eyes of the child you're looking at right now. The sleeping infant, the toddler with her thumb in her mouth, the precocious budding scientist exploring an anthill or looking through a telescope to discover the delights of the moon's craters.
This wasn't exactly a review, was it? But I figure this post was going to take the form it was going to take and nothing else. I spent some time trying to shape it into a classic review form, and like a child, it did not want to bend to my ego-desires. It wanted to take the form of a more honest, flowing discussion, which comes more naturally to me than trying to force words into an agreed-upon way of writing or speaking. Even my inner Little Kat says, "Oh, come on Big Kat, quit TRYING to say something and just say something."
And speaking from the heart, speaking honestly--which means engaging my inner Little Kat often--is a weight off my soul, to tell you the truth. No pretenses, no masks, just me being me digging in the dirt of my soul and finding all kinds of good stuff to play with.
Until later, neighbors...
Peace,
Kat ^.^
I know that I am no different. I have my thoughts, my opinions, be they informed or uninformed. I have my gut reactions, my experiences.
I also have my deep and abiding interest in NDE's, or Near-Death Experiences, which is what led me to stand in Wal-Mart some time ago and read "Heaven Is For Real" cover to cover, without buying the darn thing. Yes, that is how lost I get in the world of words.
Especially when it pertains to spirituality and every other person's experience of it. I was especially curious about Colton Burpo's experience, as related to his father, Todd, who authored the book. Maybe someday Colton himself will write about his experience first hand, in his words. In the meantime, there's the current book--and now a movie.
I just watched the movie, and my ultimate reaction to it is thus:
It never fails.
You're going along in your life and something happens to upend your whole existence. Either you are told something or you experience an event--or series of them--and what you thought you knew about life, about the afterlife, even, is changed. and invariably, the words and the experience both challenge what you've believed up to this current point in time. Even if you are already quite spiritual in your daily life, regardless of what form that spirituality takes.
Such is the power of an NDE. And such, therefore, is the power of the story of the experience to change the lives of the people who did not have the experience, but find their own notions of life challenged nevertheless.
So what opinion do I have of the movie itself as compared to the book?
Well, I really wished they would have found a way to portray more of Colton's visions. That was the meat of the book, in my view. But they juxtaposed his matter-of-fact words with the reactions of the people around him, including his own father and mother. And a child's matter-of-factness is often quite jarring for an adult. Especially an adult who has been taught to think and believe a certain way, or has had experiences that have caused them grief and have not found resolution. So seeing that dose of reality portrayed was refreshing. Because yes, it is more or less a feel-good movie, but it was not overly saccharine in the way many Christianity-oriented films tend to be.
I also felt anxious for the Burpos when the media circus comes knocking at their door, wanting interviews. On top of this, the couple are struggling, financially. All this really puts a strain on Sonja, Colton's mother, whose own faith is being challenged. And until Colton told her of the sister he never met because the baby died in utero, she was having trouble coming to terms with the notion that Colton was telling the truth instead of being inventive. I would also imagine that, as a pastor's wife, the struggle of her faith being challenged was not the easiest road to walk. It's not like pastor's wives can hide from everyone else and their oft-times ridiculous and unreasonable expectations. They're expected to be just as public as their partners. Of course, that's assuming the minister is a man.
And I'm digressing.
In the section of the movie where the church board is thinking about looking for another minister, my thought was this: Why not ask Colton to get up there and tell the congregation, in his words, what he experienced? I mean, whatever happened to "And a little child shall lead them?" Whatever happened to "Enter the kingdom of heaven as a little child?" Why is an adult's ideas considered more credible than a child's as far as getting up in church and saying stuff that's important to people's growth as human beings? Is it because when an adult says those important things, they're backed up by years of so-called education and a piece of paper that says "you have arrived here"?
Why do we adults end up feeling so mortified when a child corrects US on behavior that we have told them is wrong? It's because the kid has called us out on our own bullcrap. And we know it. I know because while I don't have kids, my own inner child reminds me of my own hypocrisies. I hear my eight-year-old self loud and clear. I think maybe I should enlist her help more often. Because while my adult self has learned to rationalize stuff away and wave her hand at stuff she wants to ignore, my eight-year-old Inner Little Kat, like the Maiden of Wands she is--purely intuitive, honest and forthright--gives me her best "Don't-give-me-that-crap" look.
As adults, we often lose our way. We think Heaven or whatever word you want to give to the realms beyond this one is "up there somewhere." It is, and it isn't. It's within us. It's within our Inner Child, or the eyes of the child you're looking at right now. The sleeping infant, the toddler with her thumb in her mouth, the precocious budding scientist exploring an anthill or looking through a telescope to discover the delights of the moon's craters.
This wasn't exactly a review, was it? But I figure this post was going to take the form it was going to take and nothing else. I spent some time trying to shape it into a classic review form, and like a child, it did not want to bend to my ego-desires. It wanted to take the form of a more honest, flowing discussion, which comes more naturally to me than trying to force words into an agreed-upon way of writing or speaking. Even my inner Little Kat says, "Oh, come on Big Kat, quit TRYING to say something and just say something."
And speaking from the heart, speaking honestly--which means engaging my inner Little Kat often--is a weight off my soul, to tell you the truth. No pretenses, no masks, just me being me digging in the dirt of my soul and finding all kinds of good stuff to play with.
Until later, neighbors...
Peace,
Kat ^.^
Friday, July 11, 2014
eBay Store!
Just to let everyone know, I have now started an eBay store called "OwlLynxMagick."
I have been wanting to run a metaphysical shop for quite some time now, and it is easier to do it via eBay than try and get the funding for a brick-n-mortar place.
It looks pretty bare now, but that's because I've not had a chance to really work on sprucing it up and making it look awesome, not to mention populating it with the stuff I have to list--both the items I've already taken pics of as well as stuff I've yet to photograph. Oh, yeah, and there's my Amazon and Storenvy stores, plus my blogs!
All this and applying for a new day job! Whew!
But it's all good...and with Divine help I can get this entire creative calling off the ground!
Looks like I am going to be crazy-busy for the next few weeks for sure, just setting everything up...
I need to make schedules and such just to balance out my time and energy...which will be a topic just by itself later on...
Watch out, peeps, school's in session!
Blessings,
Kat ^.^
I have been wanting to run a metaphysical shop for quite some time now, and it is easier to do it via eBay than try and get the funding for a brick-n-mortar place.
It looks pretty bare now, but that's because I've not had a chance to really work on sprucing it up and making it look awesome, not to mention populating it with the stuff I have to list--both the items I've already taken pics of as well as stuff I've yet to photograph. Oh, yeah, and there's my Amazon and Storenvy stores, plus my blogs!
All this and applying for a new day job! Whew!
But it's all good...and with Divine help I can get this entire creative calling off the ground!
Looks like I am going to be crazy-busy for the next few weeks for sure, just setting everything up...
I need to make schedules and such just to balance out my time and energy...which will be a topic just by itself later on...
Watch out, peeps, school's in session!
Blessings,
Kat ^.^
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Gratitude
Gratitude. It's a big word these days among the spiritual circles, at least since 2006, courtesy of Rhonda Byrne's "The Secret" DVD and book.
And it is an important subject that hits a few sore spots for me.
When I started learning about the Law of Attraction and so on via "The Secret" DVD and book (which is a simpler, more general-audience-friendly philosophical way of talking about magick, when you get right down to it), they really hit the whole concept of gratitude really hard because of how positive feelings of gratitude usually are supposed to be. And being grateful for what you already have brings more abundance to you because of the positive vibes it generates.
Okay, I get that. Not a problem.
But the concept of the gratitude journal really stuck in my philosophical craw.
I really have had to work at doing something like this because of past experiences with the words "grateful" and "gratitude."
It took a near-four hour session with my text editor in talking to my Higher Goddess-Self to hammer out what made me so hypersensitive about gratitude and how it gets expressed.
Okay, I have feelings of Love-Gratitude-and-Namaste towards Jon Anderson because of how his music has helped me through so much family drama and inner turmoil. (If you don't know who he is, Google him! He's AMAZING!)
But those are the kinds of unspeakable feelings that bubble up from the depths of my very being, my very cells.
I also have experienced many feelings of that same level of gratitude to the many creators of Japanese anime for writing in so many encouraging, "go-get-'em" concepts into their stories. You would not believe how those anime series have helped me face what I need to face within myself. Hey, Spirit works in whatever ways are necessary to get someone to wake the heck up. At least that has been my experience--and I am grateful for that, indeed. But again, that's a feeling that often leaves me utterly speechless, and it makes me really want to be a better person: more loving, more courageous, confident, etc.
The problems I have had in the past with the words "gratitude" and "grateful" were related to shaming tactics, or at least a shaming tone of voice, from someone who was making the assumption that I, or someone else, was not "properly grateful" for something. I do not appreciate that kind of guilt tripping and I refuse to buy into that way of being.
And usually, that kind of guilt tripping was often from, sadly enough, women old enough to be my grandmother, if not my actual grandmother herself. And anyone who is a generation or two after that who has learned to talk in a shaming manner with respect to gratitude has simply not understood that you cannot force people to feel gratitude just because you think they should feel it.
I also admit that I have had reticent feelings about the mere notion of a gratitude journal not just because of the shaming bit, but because it kind of reminds me of my days in youth lock-ins where the religious talk got all hot-n-heavy about prayer journals, everyone had Bible covers, and info was being passed around about going to this or that youth retreat. All that made me uncomfortable because my dad was never one to push that kind of stuff that one tends to associate with the super-evangelical, super-sentimental, praise-band, "take Jesus as savior" vibe that often sets progressive spiritual people's teeth on edge.
I think I expressed my feelings better when I was just typing like crazy nearly 12 hours ago, so I am going to copy and paste the biggest feelings I was trying to express from the text file I created--and yes, I am going to include what my Higher Goddess-Self was saying, because Her comments and observations flowing with my human feelings will lend context to the entire post:
HS: "A gratitude journal will help you also get clear about other experiences you want to attract. I know you have had fits and starts with it. Mostly because your ego keeps telling you it's silly--that it smacks too much of conservative Christianity, ironically. That whole "count your blessings" thing."
ME: Well, not so much "conservative" Christianity as overly sentimental and maudlin. Yeah, conservative vibes tended to come with it. But my main issue is that whole vibe of going into older folks' homes and seeing those plastic canvas or linen calendar jobs with that treacly "precious moments" vibe oozing from every fiber. It was often enough to give me psychic diabetes, if you get my drift. If I am going to have a gratitude journal, can I pick a word that doesn't carry that guilting vibe of "be grateful?"
HS: "Yes, that shaming vibe does nobody any good, does it? It only serves to make them feel even more UN-grateful. How about 'appreciation?'"
ME: Not quite so bad, even though my grandmother had that whole "hope you appreciate this" thing going on. That also was not helpful. For me, the feeling goes deeper than just a surface gratitude. It's gotta be from down deep, in the "lake of the heart" as Philip Carr-Gomm* calls it.
HS: "Well, didn't you call your feelings for Jon an all-in-one "Love-Gratitude-Namaste" sensation that you couldn't expand on because it was this overwhelming feeling that could only be expressed in lyrics or something? Is that the kind of gratitude you are thinking of?"
ME: Yeah, kinda like that. A gratitude from deep within that nobody told me I had to have because of social or religious niceties. It blossomed on its own, like a big golden rose or lotus or something like that. More like a rose. A red rose with gold and silver streaks and edges, shimmering gold and silver and just too darn beautiful to speak of in words. I feel it all over, but especially in my solar plexus and heart chakras. I have come to the conclusion that gratitude from that deep a rooted place is TRUE gratitude, and not the surface claptrap espoused by people who really don't walk their talk that much.
In addition, I was doing a self-reading with Doreen Virtue's "Healing With the Angels" app on my phone, and the last card to come up had the word "Gratitude" in its more detailed meaning/description. The sentence that had this word in it really made me pause and ask myself how I felt about it. It kinda triggered those old feelings, so...I continued the conversation with my Higher Self:
ME: "Gratitude." Of all words! :-D "Now is the time to fill your heart with a warm feeling of gratitude." I am not sure how I feel about this sentence. I kinda prefer to let the gratitude fill up on its own, or else it will feel forced. To let the blossom of gratitude unfold, open up on its own just by virtue of knowing that the angels helped me. That unspeakable feeling that has its roots in the lake of the heart. Oh, my! Now that would be a marvelous image to paint! An open heart with a lake in it, with a flowering plant with its roots in the water. Even better...the heart is sitting in a great big golden chalice.
HS: "Wouldn't that make a splendid image for a gratitude journal?"
Then came the total gem that sparked the inspiration for this blog post, that sums up, in crazy-poetic fashion, precisely how I feel about this WHOLE thing:
ME: "Let not gratitude be the false, superficial treacle that tops the dried out gruel of the puritanical fervor of recent ancestors. Let gratitude instead be the rich, sensuous, Spirit-filled rose that blooms on its own in the lake of the heart, by virtue of knowing your deepest prayers and wishes have been answered by Spirit."
I swear on all that is holy I was not attempting to be "poetically quotable." It just came out that way.
So there it is, my friends: my feelings on this whole gratitude and being grateful thing. I will eventually get a journal started for this purpose because I do want to test out the connection between gratitude and the Law of Attraction.
Oh, and there's another reason I will likely do the gratitude journal thing: I have another notion in mind concerning this concept and I want to put it to the test also, and I will report on that notion and the whole shebang at some future point. I might even make a blog series around the concept of gratitude, gratitude journaling and its connection to the Law of Attraction.
Blessings,
Kat ^.^
P.S. *Philip Carr-Gomm is probably one of the most well-known Druids writing and speaking on Druidic stuff, especially concerning our planet, obviously enough. ;-) The DruidCraft Tarot he created with his wife Stephanie is just phenomenal as is the Druid Animal Oracle they created. :-) He is also the creator of the correspondence course from the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids.
And it is an important subject that hits a few sore spots for me.
When I started learning about the Law of Attraction and so on via "The Secret" DVD and book (which is a simpler, more general-audience-friendly philosophical way of talking about magick, when you get right down to it), they really hit the whole concept of gratitude really hard because of how positive feelings of gratitude usually are supposed to be. And being grateful for what you already have brings more abundance to you because of the positive vibes it generates.
Okay, I get that. Not a problem.
But the concept of the gratitude journal really stuck in my philosophical craw.
I really have had to work at doing something like this because of past experiences with the words "grateful" and "gratitude."
It took a near-four hour session with my text editor in talking to my Higher Goddess-Self to hammer out what made me so hypersensitive about gratitude and how it gets expressed.
Okay, I have feelings of Love-Gratitude-and-Namaste towards Jon Anderson because of how his music has helped me through so much family drama and inner turmoil. (If you don't know who he is, Google him! He's AMAZING!)
But those are the kinds of unspeakable feelings that bubble up from the depths of my very being, my very cells.
I also have experienced many feelings of that same level of gratitude to the many creators of Japanese anime for writing in so many encouraging, "go-get-'em" concepts into their stories. You would not believe how those anime series have helped me face what I need to face within myself. Hey, Spirit works in whatever ways are necessary to get someone to wake the heck up. At least that has been my experience--and I am grateful for that, indeed. But again, that's a feeling that often leaves me utterly speechless, and it makes me really want to be a better person: more loving, more courageous, confident, etc.
The problems I have had in the past with the words "gratitude" and "grateful" were related to shaming tactics, or at least a shaming tone of voice, from someone who was making the assumption that I, or someone else, was not "properly grateful" for something. I do not appreciate that kind of guilt tripping and I refuse to buy into that way of being.
And usually, that kind of guilt tripping was often from, sadly enough, women old enough to be my grandmother, if not my actual grandmother herself. And anyone who is a generation or two after that who has learned to talk in a shaming manner with respect to gratitude has simply not understood that you cannot force people to feel gratitude just because you think they should feel it.
I also admit that I have had reticent feelings about the mere notion of a gratitude journal not just because of the shaming bit, but because it kind of reminds me of my days in youth lock-ins where the religious talk got all hot-n-heavy about prayer journals, everyone had Bible covers, and info was being passed around about going to this or that youth retreat. All that made me uncomfortable because my dad was never one to push that kind of stuff that one tends to associate with the super-evangelical, super-sentimental, praise-band, "take Jesus as savior" vibe that often sets progressive spiritual people's teeth on edge.
I think I expressed my feelings better when I was just typing like crazy nearly 12 hours ago, so I am going to copy and paste the biggest feelings I was trying to express from the text file I created--and yes, I am going to include what my Higher Goddess-Self was saying, because Her comments and observations flowing with my human feelings will lend context to the entire post:
HS: "A gratitude journal will help you also get clear about other experiences you want to attract. I know you have had fits and starts with it. Mostly because your ego keeps telling you it's silly--that it smacks too much of conservative Christianity, ironically. That whole "count your blessings" thing."
ME: Well, not so much "conservative" Christianity as overly sentimental and maudlin. Yeah, conservative vibes tended to come with it. But my main issue is that whole vibe of going into older folks' homes and seeing those plastic canvas or linen calendar jobs with that treacly "precious moments" vibe oozing from every fiber. It was often enough to give me psychic diabetes, if you get my drift. If I am going to have a gratitude journal, can I pick a word that doesn't carry that guilting vibe of "be grateful?"
HS: "Yes, that shaming vibe does nobody any good, does it? It only serves to make them feel even more UN-grateful. How about 'appreciation?'"
ME: Not quite so bad, even though my grandmother had that whole "hope you appreciate this" thing going on. That also was not helpful. For me, the feeling goes deeper than just a surface gratitude. It's gotta be from down deep, in the "lake of the heart" as Philip Carr-Gomm* calls it.
HS: "Well, didn't you call your feelings for Jon an all-in-one "Love-Gratitude-Namaste" sensation that you couldn't expand on because it was this overwhelming feeling that could only be expressed in lyrics or something? Is that the kind of gratitude you are thinking of?"
ME: Yeah, kinda like that. A gratitude from deep within that nobody told me I had to have because of social or religious niceties. It blossomed on its own, like a big golden rose or lotus or something like that. More like a rose. A red rose with gold and silver streaks and edges, shimmering gold and silver and just too darn beautiful to speak of in words. I feel it all over, but especially in my solar plexus and heart chakras. I have come to the conclusion that gratitude from that deep a rooted place is TRUE gratitude, and not the surface claptrap espoused by people who really don't walk their talk that much.
In addition, I was doing a self-reading with Doreen Virtue's "Healing With the Angels" app on my phone, and the last card to come up had the word "Gratitude" in its more detailed meaning/description. The sentence that had this word in it really made me pause and ask myself how I felt about it. It kinda triggered those old feelings, so...I continued the conversation with my Higher Self:
ME: "Gratitude." Of all words! :-D "Now is the time to fill your heart with a warm feeling of gratitude." I am not sure how I feel about this sentence. I kinda prefer to let the gratitude fill up on its own, or else it will feel forced. To let the blossom of gratitude unfold, open up on its own just by virtue of knowing that the angels helped me. That unspeakable feeling that has its roots in the lake of the heart. Oh, my! Now that would be a marvelous image to paint! An open heart with a lake in it, with a flowering plant with its roots in the water. Even better...the heart is sitting in a great big golden chalice.
HS: "Wouldn't that make a splendid image for a gratitude journal?"
Then came the total gem that sparked the inspiration for this blog post, that sums up, in crazy-poetic fashion, precisely how I feel about this WHOLE thing:
ME: "Let not gratitude be the false, superficial treacle that tops the dried out gruel of the puritanical fervor of recent ancestors. Let gratitude instead be the rich, sensuous, Spirit-filled rose that blooms on its own in the lake of the heart, by virtue of knowing your deepest prayers and wishes have been answered by Spirit."
I swear on all that is holy I was not attempting to be "poetically quotable." It just came out that way.
So there it is, my friends: my feelings on this whole gratitude and being grateful thing. I will eventually get a journal started for this purpose because I do want to test out the connection between gratitude and the Law of Attraction.
Oh, and there's another reason I will likely do the gratitude journal thing: I have another notion in mind concerning this concept and I want to put it to the test also, and I will report on that notion and the whole shebang at some future point. I might even make a blog series around the concept of gratitude, gratitude journaling and its connection to the Law of Attraction.
Blessings,
Kat ^.^
P.S. *Philip Carr-Gomm is probably one of the most well-known Druids writing and speaking on Druidic stuff, especially concerning our planet, obviously enough. ;-) The DruidCraft Tarot he created with his wife Stephanie is just phenomenal as is the Druid Animal Oracle they created. :-) He is also the creator of the correspondence course from the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Seen Repeatedly...
There's a short but pointed statement about spirituality on Facebook I've seen recently, and very repeatedly.
Ponder on this, if you will:
"Religion is for those who fear going to hell.
Spirituality is for those who have already been there."
And to that I say "AMEN!!!!"
Till later,
Kat ^.^
Ponder on this, if you will:
"Religion is for those who fear going to hell.
Spirituality is for those who have already been there."
And to that I say "AMEN!!!!"
Till later,
Kat ^.^
Overwhelming Clarity
Archangel Michael has been showing up quite a bit in my cards--even the decks I have in digital form on my smartphone. ESPECIALLY the decks I have on my smartphone! o_O
So after a particularly stressful night at work last night, knowing I just couldn't hack Casey's for too much longer, I decided I'd pull some cards from both the Archangel Michael and Angel Therapy decks by Doreen Virtue.
I figured Michael had something definitely big to say to me, and I really needed some positive vibes, some uplifting words to let me know what's going on, what I might want to consider doing and so on.
I won't reveal the messages he gave me, but I will say this much: if you struggle to trust Divine Timing, let alone Divine Wisdom, you are most definitely NOT ALONE!
Just because I have fully chosen to step into the path that the angels have been showing me since last month doesn't mean I've managed to throw away all doubt, disbelief, fear of what others think, and I've especially struggled with the question "when's all this going to happen?"
I wonder about it because it has become increasingly challenging to work in a position where higher-ups expect something of their workers that is often unrealistic or unfair, especially when those higher-ups often don't know what it's like "in the trenches," when they haven't rolled up their sleeves and done a busy weekend shift. When this happens, you KNOW the company's gotten too big for the higher-ups to be in compassionate, understanding frames of mind, communicating face to face with their subordinates.
And they wonder why they have high turnover rates! Companies such as the one I'm working for who expect robotic function and perfection from non-robotic beings are not in alignment with higher thinking, higher heart-resonance. They're strictly "bottom line" thinkers, and that ends up with them pulling rules and regulations out their arses with no real thought to how those rules affect the lives and psyches of others. What's worse is, companies like the one I work for often become dogmatic about those rules, if they weren't that way already. I put enough pressure on myself. I'm dogmatic towards myself all on my lonesome. I don't need help with that, f*** you very much!
And I feel like I have learned all I can possibly learn from food service, let alone the convenience store company I work for. If I go to another food service job it's gonna be the same ol' same ol' bullcrap: crappy job for crappy wages serving people who often act like toddlers in high chairs. And likely being punished via my schedule for teensy-weensy mistakes that anyone could likely make.
As a Sensitive, I just can't hack that crap anymore.
Sooo...Food Service, I'm sorry, but I'm breaking up with you for good. We had a good run, you and I, you had your lessons for me, but I'm done! Plus the energy was just not what it could have been toward the end. The angels have shown me what I need to be doing and I'm off to find out what's what with that. And it promises to be a very exciting part of my life journey. A very healing part of my journey. Thank you for the lessons, and no I am not heartbroken about leaving, and I am sure you're not too sad to see me go, either. I'm too high-vibe for you, man. And this high-vibe chick needs a different environment. One where I can really communicate with people, show them things and not just take orders like a soldier who doesn't question stuff or get to learn much of anything new.
Sayonara, sandwich-land. Hola to The Healing Way!
So after a particularly stressful night at work last night, knowing I just couldn't hack Casey's for too much longer, I decided I'd pull some cards from both the Archangel Michael and Angel Therapy decks by Doreen Virtue.
I figured Michael had something definitely big to say to me, and I really needed some positive vibes, some uplifting words to let me know what's going on, what I might want to consider doing and so on.
I won't reveal the messages he gave me, but I will say this much: if you struggle to trust Divine Timing, let alone Divine Wisdom, you are most definitely NOT ALONE!
Just because I have fully chosen to step into the path that the angels have been showing me since last month doesn't mean I've managed to throw away all doubt, disbelief, fear of what others think, and I've especially struggled with the question "when's all this going to happen?"
I wonder about it because it has become increasingly challenging to work in a position where higher-ups expect something of their workers that is often unrealistic or unfair, especially when those higher-ups often don't know what it's like "in the trenches," when they haven't rolled up their sleeves and done a busy weekend shift. When this happens, you KNOW the company's gotten too big for the higher-ups to be in compassionate, understanding frames of mind, communicating face to face with their subordinates.
And they wonder why they have high turnover rates! Companies such as the one I'm working for who expect robotic function and perfection from non-robotic beings are not in alignment with higher thinking, higher heart-resonance. They're strictly "bottom line" thinkers, and that ends up with them pulling rules and regulations out their arses with no real thought to how those rules affect the lives and psyches of others. What's worse is, companies like the one I work for often become dogmatic about those rules, if they weren't that way already. I put enough pressure on myself. I'm dogmatic towards myself all on my lonesome. I don't need help with that, f*** you very much!
And I feel like I have learned all I can possibly learn from food service, let alone the convenience store company I work for. If I go to another food service job it's gonna be the same ol' same ol' bullcrap: crappy job for crappy wages serving people who often act like toddlers in high chairs. And likely being punished via my schedule for teensy-weensy mistakes that anyone could likely make.
As a Sensitive, I just can't hack that crap anymore.
Sooo...Food Service, I'm sorry, but I'm breaking up with you for good. We had a good run, you and I, you had your lessons for me, but I'm done! Plus the energy was just not what it could have been toward the end. The angels have shown me what I need to be doing and I'm off to find out what's what with that. And it promises to be a very exciting part of my life journey. A very healing part of my journey. Thank you for the lessons, and no I am not heartbroken about leaving, and I am sure you're not too sad to see me go, either. I'm too high-vibe for you, man. And this high-vibe chick needs a different environment. One where I can really communicate with people, show them things and not just take orders like a soldier who doesn't question stuff or get to learn much of anything new.
Sayonara, sandwich-land. Hola to The Healing Way!
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Spirituality--Serious Business...Or...Not?
I started this post in an attempt to talk about just how serious--or not--one should be in their spiritual journey. And by serious I mean "don't laugh, don't smile, don't do or say anything that might offend anyone here on Earth, let alone God, and definitely do not deviate from the set rituals, ceremonies, words, of your chosen path because (insert Divine Denizen of Choice) won't like it."
To sum up what I want to say about the topic is challenging. I've got stories of my experiences that could fill a small hardcover book.
Maybe I should let it rest a while and come back when I've had sleep.
Maybe I should make a "top ten" list or something--to make it easier for me to write and easier for others to digest.
And above all, I want to make people laugh.
Humor is one of those things that breaks ANY kind of barrier to understanding one another and helps lighten the mood if people are getting frustrated with something.
Yet I sometimes become afraid that with humor, I'm not going to be "serious enough" for some folks, who might otherwise want a dry-as-overheated-turkey discourse, and who walk a super-straight-n-narrow path as if their very souls depended on it.
And just by writing all this down, I've got an idea, which will be written later. I've got to get some shuteye.
Until then...ponder all the dogmatic approaches to spiritual living that you've encountered--you might be surprised at how many of them sound like stuff you've unconsciously parroted, either by word or action.
Peace,
Kat ^.^
To sum up what I want to say about the topic is challenging. I've got stories of my experiences that could fill a small hardcover book.
Maybe I should let it rest a while and come back when I've had sleep.
Maybe I should make a "top ten" list or something--to make it easier for me to write and easier for others to digest.
And above all, I want to make people laugh.
Humor is one of those things that breaks ANY kind of barrier to understanding one another and helps lighten the mood if people are getting frustrated with something.
Yet I sometimes become afraid that with humor, I'm not going to be "serious enough" for some folks, who might otherwise want a dry-as-overheated-turkey discourse, and who walk a super-straight-n-narrow path as if their very souls depended on it.
And just by writing all this down, I've got an idea, which will be written later. I've got to get some shuteye.
Until then...ponder all the dogmatic approaches to spiritual living that you've encountered--you might be surprised at how many of them sound like stuff you've unconsciously parroted, either by word or action.
Peace,
Kat ^.^
Russell Brand...my Indigo Brother!
If you don't know who Russell Brand is, you are either Amish or hiding under a rock on purpose. But of course, those who are Amish won't be reading this, but you get my drift. And it is likely their less conservative cousins, the Mennonites won't have heard of him either just because he is quite the liberal thinker and definitely has a wider perception of Divine Consciousness than is taught in the more conservative sectors of religion. And they would likely take every offense at his outrageously sexual way of being, let alone his strong dislike of the current "authority" structure.
Why am I writing about Russell Brand in this particular blog?
Because I realized just how much of an Indigo Soul he really is. He's one of the early Indigos, born in 1975 (interestingly enough, the same year Jon Anderson & Vangelis recorded the song "So Long Ago, So Clear" for Vangelis' "Heaven & Hell" album).
"But the Indigos didn't start coming in full-strength till 1978," you say.
Well, he's one of the earlier ones, for sure. All the hallmarks are there: the intense dislike of "Because-I-Said-So" type authority, the desire to dismantle the current structures in place and replace them with higher expressions. And he definitely "thinks outside of the box" when it comes to communicating his ideas.
And modern media is the form that he is using to get his message of Oneness across--however crazily he does it. Little wonder, as he's a Gemini. He just had a birthday, in fact. Hard to believe he's 39 because he damn well doesn't look it.
I'm personally impressed with him because he's gone from being a former sex and drug addict to communicating some of the highest spiritual ideas and philosophies one can ever come across on this planet.
Indigos, being old souls, will pick apart, piece by piece, what needs to be changed and then find some way of changing it, however quietly or loudly. Russell Brand is no exception. He has taken an honest look at what might precipitate addictions of any kind, can make fun of his own checkered past (that seems to be one cardinal rule of standup--you have to be willing to poke fun at yourself!) and he's taken apart the system-at-large--is still doing so--and has clearly communicated what's wrong with it and how we might best fix it. He also promotes a "let's fix it together" way of thinking, an idea whose time is long overdue.
The reason I'm writing about Russell and his beautifully colorful, rebellious, "don't-care-what-they-think-of-me" attitude is I just finished watching his "Messiah Complex" standup routine on YouTube. It runs about an hour and 39 minutes...and he manages to cram so. Much. MATERIAL in that precious hour and 39 minutes. And he is so outrageously hilarious in addition to being insanely erudite and intelligent, both spiritually and intellectually.
The way he mixed in his philosophy, his spiritual outlook, and his humor felt like an alchemical mixture of stand-up, a TED Talk and slam poetry (especially there at the very end when he waxes VERY hilariously poetic about Divine Feminine Sexuality). It is likely that folks would label him ADD/ADHD in that very clinical, pathologizing, even behavior-shaming way that's been done the last ten or so years.
This is where I'm with Doreen Virtue. Such energy, high vibration and colorful being is NOT deserving of being pathologized and shamed. He's not "Attention Deficit." He's got his Attention Dialed into a Higher Dimension. He's calling OUR attention to a different way of seeing the world. If anything, I think many "ordinary" humans are the ones who are "attention deficient."
Ordinary humans pay attention to nothing but what's put in front of them, and they accept that reality because they're told they cannot change that reality. And they pay no attention to higher ways of being and thinking and doing. Higher ways that seek to change the desultory path that many humans take--the proverbial "hamster wheel" of life.
Like Russell Brand, I call "bullsh*t" on that kind of life. That is not the way I want to live. Like Don Juan Matus from the Carlos Castaneda books, I want to live my life in the Second Attention. That can be challenging to do. But it is worth doing.
Some may say that Russell Brand would be a poor role model for younger people because he talks about sex, and he talks about it in so-called "crude" ways, and he used to be a drug junkie. Such finger-waggers ignore his choice to see life and live life in a spiritual way. I think it's because they're so put off by his lack of fear.
Can you just imagine it?...all those finger-waggers saying the following stuff to their kids, if they were REALLY honest about what they're trying to teach...
(Assumes a look-down-the-nose, posh-sounding accent)
"Now, then, my dear! Living in fear is ever so much better a way of life because it makes you appear all proper and civilized and you should never once act crazy and eccentric--especially in MY household because, well, that sort of behavior just won't do at all. Not if you want to be seen as an upstanding citizen--and not if you don't want to embarrass me, your poor dear mother, in front of my friends. For if you do, I shall enter into a state of severe shock and affront from which only smelling salts can wake me!"
Know what I--and Russell Brand, my Indigo Brother would say to that kind of shaming attitude? "F*** off!" (I know, not the sort of thing you'd expect me to write in a spirituality blog...but as an Indigo myself, I never claimed to be super-pious and stuffed-shirt when it comes to my spirituality--which gives me an idea for another blog post!!!!)
For those of you who don't know what smelling salts are, they are as follows, as taken from Wikipedia:
Smelling salts are often an ammonia solution used for after someone has fainted, or if someone is on the verge of fainting. So where does the "spirit of hartshorn" come in? It used to be that the solution of smelling salts--the ammonia--was derived from shavings of harts' (male deer) antlers and hooves. Modern day solutions often add eucalyptus or lavender oil, likely to offset or act in conjunction with the strong smell of ammonia.
Who knew a spirituality post would end up with a small chemistry lesson, eh? ;-)
No, this post wasn't all that deep. BUT--I do hope the words made you laugh at least a little bit.
But if you want a REALLY big laugh, go watch Russell Brand's "Messiah Complex" show on YouTube--and then go visit his own channel, to which I promptly subscribed. I LOVE the way he thinks and if I had to pick a modern day comedian (other than Robin Williams) to hang out with, it'd be Russell. I know, some 'spiritual' types would look sideways at me for wanting to hang out with someone who doesn't "act" spiritual.
But like my Indigo Brother, I'm gonna challenge that notion of what "being spiritual" should "look like." I guess if you think being spiritual means being all stuffed-shirt, chaste language 24/7, never once cracking a joke about sex at ALL, then by all means live that way, but don't judge those of us with an actual sense of humor. To me, half of spirituality is the ways you can make fun of one's own tendencies to be overly serious. And to define certain kinds of humor as "coarse" or "crude" just tells me one thing: you haven't the ability to look at certain things, see them in a different perspective and laugh at the whole business!
Russell Brand could easily change out the words: "Milk, it does the body good," to: "Humor and sex BOTH do the body good!" ;-)
Speaking for myself, I like to think Russell Brand and I would get on just fine!
Peace and Laughter,
Kat ^.^
Why am I writing about Russell Brand in this particular blog?
Because I realized just how much of an Indigo Soul he really is. He's one of the early Indigos, born in 1975 (interestingly enough, the same year Jon Anderson & Vangelis recorded the song "So Long Ago, So Clear" for Vangelis' "Heaven & Hell" album).
"But the Indigos didn't start coming in full-strength till 1978," you say.
Well, he's one of the earlier ones, for sure. All the hallmarks are there: the intense dislike of "Because-I-Said-So" type authority, the desire to dismantle the current structures in place and replace them with higher expressions. And he definitely "thinks outside of the box" when it comes to communicating his ideas.
And modern media is the form that he is using to get his message of Oneness across--however crazily he does it. Little wonder, as he's a Gemini. He just had a birthday, in fact. Hard to believe he's 39 because he damn well doesn't look it.
I'm personally impressed with him because he's gone from being a former sex and drug addict to communicating some of the highest spiritual ideas and philosophies one can ever come across on this planet.
Indigos, being old souls, will pick apart, piece by piece, what needs to be changed and then find some way of changing it, however quietly or loudly. Russell Brand is no exception. He has taken an honest look at what might precipitate addictions of any kind, can make fun of his own checkered past (that seems to be one cardinal rule of standup--you have to be willing to poke fun at yourself!) and he's taken apart the system-at-large--is still doing so--and has clearly communicated what's wrong with it and how we might best fix it. He also promotes a "let's fix it together" way of thinking, an idea whose time is long overdue.
The reason I'm writing about Russell and his beautifully colorful, rebellious, "don't-care-what-they-think-of-me" attitude is I just finished watching his "Messiah Complex" standup routine on YouTube. It runs about an hour and 39 minutes...and he manages to cram so. Much. MATERIAL in that precious hour and 39 minutes. And he is so outrageously hilarious in addition to being insanely erudite and intelligent, both spiritually and intellectually.
The way he mixed in his philosophy, his spiritual outlook, and his humor felt like an alchemical mixture of stand-up, a TED Talk and slam poetry (especially there at the very end when he waxes VERY hilariously poetic about Divine Feminine Sexuality). It is likely that folks would label him ADD/ADHD in that very clinical, pathologizing, even behavior-shaming way that's been done the last ten or so years.
This is where I'm with Doreen Virtue. Such energy, high vibration and colorful being is NOT deserving of being pathologized and shamed. He's not "Attention Deficit." He's got his Attention Dialed into a Higher Dimension. He's calling OUR attention to a different way of seeing the world. If anything, I think many "ordinary" humans are the ones who are "attention deficient."
Ordinary humans pay attention to nothing but what's put in front of them, and they accept that reality because they're told they cannot change that reality. And they pay no attention to higher ways of being and thinking and doing. Higher ways that seek to change the desultory path that many humans take--the proverbial "hamster wheel" of life.
Like Russell Brand, I call "bullsh*t" on that kind of life. That is not the way I want to live. Like Don Juan Matus from the Carlos Castaneda books, I want to live my life in the Second Attention. That can be challenging to do. But it is worth doing.
Some may say that Russell Brand would be a poor role model for younger people because he talks about sex, and he talks about it in so-called "crude" ways, and he used to be a drug junkie. Such finger-waggers ignore his choice to see life and live life in a spiritual way. I think it's because they're so put off by his lack of fear.
Can you just imagine it?...all those finger-waggers saying the following stuff to their kids, if they were REALLY honest about what they're trying to teach...
(Assumes a look-down-the-nose, posh-sounding accent)
"Now, then, my dear! Living in fear is ever so much better a way of life because it makes you appear all proper and civilized and you should never once act crazy and eccentric--especially in MY household because, well, that sort of behavior just won't do at all. Not if you want to be seen as an upstanding citizen--and not if you don't want to embarrass me, your poor dear mother, in front of my friends. For if you do, I shall enter into a state of severe shock and affront from which only smelling salts can wake me!"
Know what I--and Russell Brand, my Indigo Brother would say to that kind of shaming attitude? "F*** off!" (I know, not the sort of thing you'd expect me to write in a spirituality blog...but as an Indigo myself, I never claimed to be super-pious and stuffed-shirt when it comes to my spirituality--which gives me an idea for another blog post!!!!)
For those of you who don't know what smelling salts are, they are as follows, as taken from Wikipedia:
"Smelling salts, also known as spirit of hartshorn or sal volatile, are chemical compounds used for arousing consciousness."
Smelling salts are often an ammonia solution used for after someone has fainted, or if someone is on the verge of fainting. So where does the "spirit of hartshorn" come in? It used to be that the solution of smelling salts--the ammonia--was derived from shavings of harts' (male deer) antlers and hooves. Modern day solutions often add eucalyptus or lavender oil, likely to offset or act in conjunction with the strong smell of ammonia.
Who knew a spirituality post would end up with a small chemistry lesson, eh? ;-)
No, this post wasn't all that deep. BUT--I do hope the words made you laugh at least a little bit.
But if you want a REALLY big laugh, go watch Russell Brand's "Messiah Complex" show on YouTube--and then go visit his own channel, to which I promptly subscribed. I LOVE the way he thinks and if I had to pick a modern day comedian (other than Robin Williams) to hang out with, it'd be Russell. I know, some 'spiritual' types would look sideways at me for wanting to hang out with someone who doesn't "act" spiritual.
But like my Indigo Brother, I'm gonna challenge that notion of what "being spiritual" should "look like." I guess if you think being spiritual means being all stuffed-shirt, chaste language 24/7, never once cracking a joke about sex at ALL, then by all means live that way, but don't judge those of us with an actual sense of humor. To me, half of spirituality is the ways you can make fun of one's own tendencies to be overly serious. And to define certain kinds of humor as "coarse" or "crude" just tells me one thing: you haven't the ability to look at certain things, see them in a different perspective and laugh at the whole business!
Russell Brand could easily change out the words: "Milk, it does the body good," to: "Humor and sex BOTH do the body good!" ;-)
Speaking for myself, I like to think Russell Brand and I would get on just fine!
Peace and Laughter,
Kat ^.^
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
One more thing...
One more thing...before I say "Allons-y!" and go off to bed...
If anyone tells you that you cannot grow spiritually from watching "Doctor Who," ask 'em what they're smoking.
I'll write more in detail about this later, but that's just food for thought.
Off to adventures in the wibbly-wobbly-ness of the Dreamtime!
Allons-y!
If anyone tells you that you cannot grow spiritually from watching "Doctor Who," ask 'em what they're smoking.
I'll write more in detail about this later, but that's just food for thought.
Off to adventures in the wibbly-wobbly-ness of the Dreamtime!
Allons-y!
Speaking from the Heart...
Before I created this spirituality blog, I kept thinking I ought to create it. No, forget "ought to." It was like a compulsion. Something I couldn't avoid even if I tried.
It has been my experience that if you have a repeated thought that you felt come from out of nowhere, you might as well follow it, because it's not coming from your ego. The ego wants to be praised, stroked, lauded for achievements. The Spirit within does things because it would be for one's growth as well as the growth of other people. So you follow Spirit's directives. And all the while, the ego who wants to be praised, stroked and lauded stabs you in the back saying, "but who are you to speak to others and pass on your knowledge? You don't have a degree--you didn't even graduate college."
It is then you turn to your ego and say, "No, I didn't. But Spirit has a tendency to call those of us who are not already praised and adored by others to speak truth. No, I don't have a degree. Society has a longstanding attachment to such things. Which is kind of funny because many people follow many spiritual avatars who never attended any sort of traditional school, save for the ones in their own religious cultures."
"Are you then saying," replies the ego, "that you are an avatar?"
"Oh, heck no. Whatever gave you that idea? I'm just an Indigo Starseed, here on assignment, to wake people up--to wake other Starseeds and help Earth get past its current state of being."
"And just what makes you so special, that you'd call yourself this 'Indigo Starseed' business?"
I have heard this question, over and over, from various secular versions of Pharisees and Sadducees, directed at other Indigo Starseeds like myself. And I have wondered how I am so qualified to help Earth when I look at my life and see where it has NOT gone. I haven't succeeded in business (yet) like other people. I have not graduated from college, and likely never will, my student loans being still partially unpaid. I still live with my parents, just because of economic issues. I am partly responsible for those issues, and partly not.
Yet I keep getting this feeling deep inside that I am called to be of service to humanity on a high energetic level. A healer friend with whom I have consulted has confirmed this calling several times already. And lately, I keep getting Archangel Michael in the oracle readings I do for myself. Archangel Michael oversees people's life purposes, and he is clearly pushing me to fulfill mine.
So, here I stand: Indigo Starseed, clairsentient, budding Tarot/oracle reader, budding Reiki practitioner...and who knows what else Spirit has called me to do. The message I keep getting in my cards is "go for it, do it! Go! You're a spiritual teacher! Go on!"
They say "fake it till you make it." I can't fake being clairsentient. Unless you've already experienced what that's like, it is tough to repeat the words of someone who experiences it day to day and have it sound real to others' ears. I also have some clairvoyant tendencies, but they're still in development. You know how hard it is to wake up a sleeping child for school? Yeah, that's what developing an intuitive gift can be like, especially after many lifetimes of having to shut it off or away because of being punished or killed just for having that gift! Now is the time for gifts like this to be awakened, and I am apparently no different, it seems.
And I also cannot fake the feeling of wanting to pass along what I know to other people because I DO want to help. Earth needs help. Humanity needs help. And apparently I was asked--and I accepted the mission. Because I serve the Light. And I don't want to see humanity continue its walk down the path of self-destruction, especially by destroying the very planet that was created for human soul growth.
Humans destroying Earth like we have been is akin to 6th graders wanting to burn down the elementary school because they don't want to grow up. They don't want to listen to the teachers and their wisdoms.
Madeleine L'Engle used a word to describe not just growing up, but growing wiser. She called it "Deepening." I first encountered the word in her book "A Wind in the Door." She was--is--one of my most favorite authors. She has passed to the Other Side, back where we all originate. She even capitalized the word "Teacher," in reference to one of her "Wind" characters being in a higher way of Teaching, of having a Greater Spiritual Work. And I remember resonating with the way she wrote that, and I remember wondering if I, too, had a Greater Spiritual Work like that.
Well...it appears that I do. I've known this since the last several weeks. And I am still gobsmacked by the idea. In fact, I am crying as I write this, because it's so mindblowing. I wonder what my old mentor Nancy Nichols, a Methodist minister while here on Earth, is seeing, if her soul has inquired after mine at all once she passed over. Not that I'm about to go back to the church. I left that scene because I was tired of the hypocrisy and I needed to do my own seeking.
BUT...online ordination is not out of the question, so I will likely be exploring that again.
Something tells me that my journey is just beginning. Just knowing at least part of what I am here to do has me thrown for a loop. But I ask myself: What would I rather be doing? Gaining spiritual knowledge, growing from that, and passing it on to others, or mucking about in the same old crappy job with crappy pay, only helping people stuff their faces with pizza that hardens the arteries and makes them sick in other ways?
No...I see the hand of my primary teacher, my favorite musician, Jon Anderson, reaching his hand towards me, beckoning me to fulfill my greatest potential. That is a LOT more appealing than the other option. And what's more--this man has helped me heal in so many ways...how could I not follow in his footsteps and help others heal, too--even if my path is not precisely the same as his?
And all this definitely beats the old "You want fries with that?" spiel. ;-)
Till next time, my friends. :-)
Peace,
Kat ^.^
It has been my experience that if you have a repeated thought that you felt come from out of nowhere, you might as well follow it, because it's not coming from your ego. The ego wants to be praised, stroked, lauded for achievements. The Spirit within does things because it would be for one's growth as well as the growth of other people. So you follow Spirit's directives. And all the while, the ego who wants to be praised, stroked and lauded stabs you in the back saying, "but who are you to speak to others and pass on your knowledge? You don't have a degree--you didn't even graduate college."
It is then you turn to your ego and say, "No, I didn't. But Spirit has a tendency to call those of us who are not already praised and adored by others to speak truth. No, I don't have a degree. Society has a longstanding attachment to such things. Which is kind of funny because many people follow many spiritual avatars who never attended any sort of traditional school, save for the ones in their own religious cultures."
"Are you then saying," replies the ego, "that you are an avatar?"
"Oh, heck no. Whatever gave you that idea? I'm just an Indigo Starseed, here on assignment, to wake people up--to wake other Starseeds and help Earth get past its current state of being."
"And just what makes you so special, that you'd call yourself this 'Indigo Starseed' business?"
I have heard this question, over and over, from various secular versions of Pharisees and Sadducees, directed at other Indigo Starseeds like myself. And I have wondered how I am so qualified to help Earth when I look at my life and see where it has NOT gone. I haven't succeeded in business (yet) like other people. I have not graduated from college, and likely never will, my student loans being still partially unpaid. I still live with my parents, just because of economic issues. I am partly responsible for those issues, and partly not.
Yet I keep getting this feeling deep inside that I am called to be of service to humanity on a high energetic level. A healer friend with whom I have consulted has confirmed this calling several times already. And lately, I keep getting Archangel Michael in the oracle readings I do for myself. Archangel Michael oversees people's life purposes, and he is clearly pushing me to fulfill mine.
So, here I stand: Indigo Starseed, clairsentient, budding Tarot/oracle reader, budding Reiki practitioner...and who knows what else Spirit has called me to do. The message I keep getting in my cards is "go for it, do it! Go! You're a spiritual teacher! Go on!"
They say "fake it till you make it." I can't fake being clairsentient. Unless you've already experienced what that's like, it is tough to repeat the words of someone who experiences it day to day and have it sound real to others' ears. I also have some clairvoyant tendencies, but they're still in development. You know how hard it is to wake up a sleeping child for school? Yeah, that's what developing an intuitive gift can be like, especially after many lifetimes of having to shut it off or away because of being punished or killed just for having that gift! Now is the time for gifts like this to be awakened, and I am apparently no different, it seems.
And I also cannot fake the feeling of wanting to pass along what I know to other people because I DO want to help. Earth needs help. Humanity needs help. And apparently I was asked--and I accepted the mission. Because I serve the Light. And I don't want to see humanity continue its walk down the path of self-destruction, especially by destroying the very planet that was created for human soul growth.
Humans destroying Earth like we have been is akin to 6th graders wanting to burn down the elementary school because they don't want to grow up. They don't want to listen to the teachers and their wisdoms.
Madeleine L'Engle used a word to describe not just growing up, but growing wiser. She called it "Deepening." I first encountered the word in her book "A Wind in the Door." She was--is--one of my most favorite authors. She has passed to the Other Side, back where we all originate. She even capitalized the word "Teacher," in reference to one of her "Wind" characters being in a higher way of Teaching, of having a Greater Spiritual Work. And I remember resonating with the way she wrote that, and I remember wondering if I, too, had a Greater Spiritual Work like that.
Well...it appears that I do. I've known this since the last several weeks. And I am still gobsmacked by the idea. In fact, I am crying as I write this, because it's so mindblowing. I wonder what my old mentor Nancy Nichols, a Methodist minister while here on Earth, is seeing, if her soul has inquired after mine at all once she passed over. Not that I'm about to go back to the church. I left that scene because I was tired of the hypocrisy and I needed to do my own seeking.
BUT...online ordination is not out of the question, so I will likely be exploring that again.
Something tells me that my journey is just beginning. Just knowing at least part of what I am here to do has me thrown for a loop. But I ask myself: What would I rather be doing? Gaining spiritual knowledge, growing from that, and passing it on to others, or mucking about in the same old crappy job with crappy pay, only helping people stuff their faces with pizza that hardens the arteries and makes them sick in other ways?
No...I see the hand of my primary teacher, my favorite musician, Jon Anderson, reaching his hand towards me, beckoning me to fulfill my greatest potential. That is a LOT more appealing than the other option. And what's more--this man has helped me heal in so many ways...how could I not follow in his footsteps and help others heal, too--even if my path is not precisely the same as his?
And all this definitely beats the old "You want fries with that?" spiel. ;-)
Till next time, my friends. :-)
Peace,
Kat ^.^
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