Staying True to Truth

The media feeds us news of violence and bombings. This disintegration is not the only reality playing out in this dimension. Integration is happening even more rapidly...who will bear witness?

Those of us who are response-able must broadcast the other side of the news and offer nourishment to the starving masses.

I think of Hay House and that network of light workers. This is an example of a system that can negate the negative news. That network is as powerful as its parts.

If the "conscious" parts are walking their talk in honesty/purity/clarity then that collective force will penetrate and have a transforming effect on the unconscious Earth body.

I see our collective systems of light as a halo or aura around the earth bringing pressure to bear.

Let us not be fooled by illusion of disintegration...let us be true to the concave and convex mirrors that reflect Truth and Love = Life.

Concave Meets Convex

Not having a computer at the house means I have to contain my impressions until I can communicate them. It's good exercise and means I have to be more organized in my thinking and less spontaneous. My home is much more relaxing now without the computer pulls.


Dream a couple days ago: Doing an acrobatic pose where body is like an arc or bridge. In the dream I felt my arms, wrists and hands support upward movement of shoulders and head to get into the position. It was exhilerating and not something I can easily do in this realm due to lack of upper body strength. It was another symbol of that "dome" pattern of E/N/W.


Turtle. Serpent with fangs penetrating skin and earth. Black bear. All came into conscious view bearing witness to energetic contact of E/N/W and W/S/E. A unifed circle of c0-creative expression.


I saw and felt an image in my head that was like a horizontal land mass moving east to west. It was pinkish red in color and made an impression of shift deep in some recess of brain.

I woke up Thanksgiving morning thinking it was going to be a normal morning of food preparation. I was in for a surprise. I felt intense cramping in lower abdomen and ended up on the toilet with a purging of bowels...like a deep colonic. I experienced dizziness, sweats, shivers and almost passed out. It was as if I had no ground under me and no center...almost like not being able to breathe...and like being hit in the gut. I drank cold water (from a local aquafir/Mother Earth's belly) to try to find center. I closed my eyes to call to light beings and support system. This was not easy to do because of the disorientation. I saw a large football shaped eye with dark and light lines of dimension. I don't remember if the 0 in the center of the eye was white or dark. The purging passed within 10 minutes. In the intensity of release I thought about the local gang shootings and the violence in India. I let it all pass through. I was determined to be with family so I slowly prepared my dishes and drove south acouple of hours later. On the drive I noticed how light I felt at the back of my head and how this was associated with some line that goes ear to ear. It all reminded me of the kundalini "snap" I experienced many years ago. Today I see the experience not as a good case of the "flu" (as any western doc would tell me) but as a convex response to a concave placement and contact.

Concave lens causes light rays to spread apart or diverge; a curving inward.

Convex lens causes light rays to to meet or converge; a bulging outward.

A footbal shape is used to describe these two lens.

A Point of Light

Went to my friend's church....Genesis. The minister is very young and has charisma as well as being down to earth/real. Lots of music and dancing. For my birthday on Sunday I'm inviting my family to this church. Some of them just might do that with me...since it's my 60 years young celebration! I bought everyone in my family a gift from Hay House to thank them for being in my life. It's my party...I can do what I want to!

During Sunday meditation I noticed a "dome" sensation over my head. Reminds me of a "container." I am aware of several containers or nests in my life: my house, car, bed. These are safe places with boundaries and guardians. I feel a cozy gratitude in these living spaces.

I went to the Western Coalition of Alaska Natives (WeCAN) with my friend's family. One Native woman is the Senator of our state's 47th District! Lots of Native dancers, drumming, food (plenty of yummy salmon) and raffle prizes. I felt honored to offer my arm and hand to my friend's mom who is an Unangax/Aleut Elder. I asked about totem poles...and there are no trees for totem poles! The Unangax dancers are excellent performers. Their regalia, drums and stories via song were powerful and crackling loud...like brisk snow. My friend's family is very warm and welcoming. Needless to say there is pain and grief in individual stories...some choose recovery and healing as others are not there yet.

I heard this song by Randy Travis Sunday morning:

A Point of Light

Theres a point when you cannot walk away
Theres a darkness that everyone must face
There are heroes whose names we never hear

When you have to stand up
Straight and tall an mean the words you say
It wants to take whats good and fair and lay it all to waste
A dedicated army of quiet volun-teers

Theres a point you must decide just to do it cause its right
And that darkness covers everything in sight
Reaching out to feed the hungry reaching out to save the land

Thats when you be-come a point of light
Until it meets a single point of light
Reaching out to their fellow men.

All it takes is a point of light a ray of hope in the dar-kest night.
If you see whats wrong and you try to make it right

You will be a point of light.

There are dreamers who are making dreams come true
Taking time to teach the children theres nothing they cant do.
Giving shelter to the homeless giving hope to those without.
Isnt that what this lands all about.
One by one form the mountains to the sea points of light
Are calling out to you and me
All it takes is a point of light a ray of hope in the dar-kest night.
If you see whats wrong and you try to make it right

You will be a point of light.

Hitting the Ceiling

I had the most wonderful dream: I was on a wooden dance floor. I moved my knees/legs in some way so that I propelled upward in a spiral fashion. At the ceiling my skirt flew up and was like a parachute letting me know I had reached the top. This was exhilerating and fun. I did that same "dance" again. Then I suggested my son do this. He had a child with him. Then I'm dancing with two children in a circle holding hands. In the dream I considered the significance of "three." When I awoke my body was in a new state or tone. It was not energetic but more placid and yet bright. How can energy be both placid and radiant? It was such a new and whole sensation. But not like bliss of the past. I then had a dream where I was choosing pears and blueberries. Guess I'll include those items on my grocery list.

The only thing I can compare the knee/leg motion is a frog. It was some sort of propellsion.

I looked up totem pole and read that the levels relate to animals. I have salamander, serpent, turtle, dragon and dragon with wings in my journey and perhaps a totem pole is like a story board. Light beings such as angels and fairies are also part of one's story board. All matter download light. It's a gradiant order holding varied guardianship roles.

Joy to theWorld

I went for a walk at work and noticed a man in the distance standing on the sidewalk smoking. As I approached him I thought about my aura boundary and his. My approach changed and I was not as open when I said "hello" and walked past. It looks like I’m experimenting with this new awareness. Saw a beautiful shruib with purple berries and thought what a great wreathe the branches would make…but I knew the property owner would not feel the same way. I walked a little further directly into some sort of laurel bush with round fruits of yellow, red, orange, yellow – perfect for wreathes. I was so grateful and am able to cut some of them. My new native friend reminded me to offer tobacco…I am not attuned to tobacco and told him I prefer to use lavendar buds or cornmeal. Tobacco feels masculine to me whereas lavendar and cornmeal feel more feminine. I think "fairies" have something to do with this way of giving thanks.

Had a fun "date" with my new friend. He talked about his passion for water (his tribe are fishermen in Alaska) and I asked how "boundaries" apply to this type of passion. He talked about merging and oneness and we concluded boundaries don’t apply to nature. At one point as we were sitting next to each other he turned to me "square on", looked directly into my eyes and shared how something I said brought up certain feelings. This body language stirred something deep in me and seemed sexual. It must have to do with spiritual intimacy. This is new territory for me. He invited me to his CSL church and a meeting with his family and other Alaska Natives who are doing fundraising work to build a center for their people in this city. I wonder if the center will have a totem pole? Putting a totem pole in the ground is what my drumming vision was like. Grounding cords. Humans are totem poles with each chakra energy wheel representing a certain "totem."

My two women friends who I thought I would never speak with again have called and the connections remain. I was the one that needed to change. I can say "no" to their invitations and I can invite them to events that I value such as drumming circles. Boundaries have so much to teach me!

After a yummy meal at an Indian restaurant I went home with a flat and empty feeling. It’s a familiar place (I used to feel this way after services with EDL) and I have always translated it to mean that I want sugar. I don’t yet know how to respond to this inner state. I don’t know what it means. Perhaps if I stopped long enough to listen and ask I could learn. For some reason I am afraid to stay in this place of empty flat lining. Is it a depletion of energy and a need to build that reserve back up? I could choose to reach for saurkraut or dill pickles or…drum! I work to remember that I have new ground for new choices.

Crown chakra reprsents 7th level of energy in body. The crown that looks like sun and rays is a whole system and is like a rainbow totem pole that extand earth to sky/sky to earth. It's inclusive.

I start singing this song at this time of year:

Joy to the World
The Lord is Come
Let Earth Receive Her King
Let every heart
Prepare Her room
And Heaven and Nature sing
And Heaven and Nature sing

Grief Work

Shedding one's skin and old identity is intense and the grieving process deepens. I hit dark and lonely memories from childhood and see myself acting out patterns learned back then. When I get the connection I feel it in body/mind/heart and I scream...again and again and again. I will not hold on to these ghouls...they will pass through. And when I tell my old identity "no" to certain comfort food I feel a subtle blow to the "gut" as if I was kicked and the wind knocked out of me.

Boundaries are coming into play....and it's a battle! One flies high and dives low and the body is in the middle being tossed about like a ship on stormy sea. It's like an X with body at center core. Sometimes the waters both high and low are placid and other times it's rock and roll. Body works to stay on course. "Body is the cross over point between heaven and earth" is something I learned from Emissaries of Divine Light many years ago.

Today I met with a couple of men. One was very closed and grey. I was my cheerful and outgoing self and, like usual, attempted to connect with both of them. As I was saying goodbye to the closed man and outpouring my energy he made eye contact and actually opened up! -- for a second. I now wonder what he thought of that sparking connection. Did he think I was on
"the make?" I now wonder if I need to be less open and outgoing. Perhaps I need to have better boundaries for myself...and others. I'm not sure...these are new questions that come with new ground. I don't want to be drab, closed and grey. I want to color my world brightly. Perhaps I need outlets to do that...perhaps I will continue to find them. What do I do with this open heart that wants to ground in this realm? I keep moving.

November & Allies

More time now to curl up and read. I grabbed Herbal Rituals off my bookshelf last night. Author is Judith Berger.

November (Chapter 1)
As a wildcrafter, one who seeks out the plants on their home ground, respectfully gathering them for food and medicient, my very fingertips are in physical touch with November's gifts of coldness and death.

Harvesting in November brings one into conscious contact with a retreating, somewhat unyielding earth.... The hardening ground requires that I increase my labor if I am to pull roots from her body, for she has contracted, clasping with passionate force tubers, corms, and rhizomes close to her breast, where an invisible, underground heart pumps warm life into the roots of plants and trees all winter long.

According to the Celtic calendar, November is the first lunar month and belongs to the birch tree, the tree of beginnings. I find it important that the beginning time is situated at a moment when nature has ceased any outward signs of growth and has p;unged its vitality underground. From nature's rhythms I learn that beginnings exten their tethers from an invisible cord or seed that germinates best in the ground of dormancy and otherworldly visions which accompanies this month.

I had time to drum this morning. My intention is to do this more often and ask for support regarding boundaries with food issues. Last week I had an emotional day and everything collapsed. It's taken me until today to get back to center. There seems to be a threshold of some sort reminding me of a muscle that needs working in order for it to stretch further, reach further. It's also as if the old and new pattern are doing a tug-of-war. When I drum I listen and let whatever wants to come up and forward the space to do so. I've been aware of a boundary circle of protection around me. This morning white whispy beings that looked like elongated chords grounded into circle border with an O. Other beings popped in as well. I drew this on paper and once again it looks like sun rays extending around a circle.

Letting go of old relationship with food requires constant awareness and intelligent choice. My emotion and logic can work together and create harmony in this habitat called Trish. I'm like a child learning to walk in new terrain...I will run and then fly. My body gets so mad at me when I eat the wrong foods, in the wrong way, at the wrong time, for the wrong reason.... I'm grateful to have allies of Light.

A Shift

Expansion - Contraction. Exhale - Inhale. A shift.

I'll be presenting the Divine Feminine in an interractive talk during December at a local bookstore. I hope someone shows up. People seem to shut down at my stories of angels and fairies...maybe this topic will be different. The bookstore co-owner thanked me for choosing them. That was sweet.

I cancelled internet service at home. I want to spend less time on the computer. I may get out my watercolor paints again. I want to do more feminine activities with fabrics, beads, etc.

I am enjoying my Native American male friend who is like an open book. He talks about feelings and is honest. I think I may be clearing space to spend more time with him...not sure.

On Top of the World

Garrison Keillor Sitting on Top of the Worldhttp://www.truthout.org/111308MGarrison Keillor, The Chicago Tribune: "Be happy, dear hearts, and allow yourselves a few more weeks of quiet exultation. It isn't gloating, it's satisfaction at a job well done. He was a superb candidate, serious, professorial but with a flashing grin and a buoyancy that comes from working out in the gym every morning. He spoke in a genuine voice, not senatorial at all. He relished campaigning. He accepted adulation gracefully. He brandished his sword against his opponents without mocking or belittling them. He was elegant, unaffected, utterly American, and now (Wow) suddenly America is cool. Chicago is cool. Chicago!!!"

Change

My brain/body has definitley changed as I find myself tuning in to public talk radio rather than listening to music. For the first time I am enjoying digesting information and seem to want more. This new day does hold good news. I was listening to Amy Goodman (thanks to Dana for this intro) and heard Alice Walker read her open letter to President Elect Obama. She speaks of the Divine Feminine and encourages Obama to find peace and joy within and not get caught up in politics as usual. This morning I learned about Columbia and Obama's position toward the government. Perhaps now that Obama is in position there's a point around which to orientate and rally.

Wall Street - Main Street
Free Trade - Fair Trade
Corporate - Grassroots
etc...

These line-ups remind me of Marilyn Ferguson's book Aquarian Conspiracy. We can identify the old and new paradigms. The difference is the new is always inclusive (Light) and evolving. So, our lists will never end as long as we are in human body with work to do.

Not having access to a computer at home gives me more time to be Feminine! I putter, cook, wash dishes, look for craft projects, listen to CDs (McLaren has some great information on earth bound spirits), exercise -- all very relaxing abd sensual. Emailing and constant blogging at home can be a drain. If/when my computer is up and running again I want to put some boundaries around it. Today I'll try to get to the library to respond to Deepak's posts which is fertile ground for me.

A male friend and I were talking on the phone about meeting for dinner. He tells me he'll pick me up at work and states where we can go for dinner. It was so masculine...new music to my ears! I really liked having someone else make the decisions. How odd! I guess that's how it is for us single women...we get quite independent in our decision making.

I went to my former Kiwanis Club to help make sandwiches for the homeless. They do this once a month. I'm rejoining because it's affordable for the agency where Rotary was not. This club adopted our treatment center for boys years ago and I let go of the relationship when my job changed. However, if this relationship is to survive and thrive someone needs to be involved to be a link, I want to do this. It's Obama's model of community organizing.

Latitudes of Love

I last blogged here and on intent.blog to one of Deepak's post. And then...virus2009 attacks again. How can a virus be gone and then reappear? I'm thinking about getting rid of my home computer and not deal with the intrusions in my personal space.

This morning I awoke to a white circle of light in mind's eye. It held a faint orange/red corona edge. Okay. I write so that images can communicate their meaning in this fertile and creative process...over time. Scientists have opinions about time.

Went to a lively drum circle for women at a local bookstore. As soon as I entered the room images and sensations came through my body about what my Uplifting the Sacred Feminine class would entail. We danced and played a variety of instruments. Soooo fun! At break I mentioned to the co-owners that I'd like to offer a class. I have an appointment Sunday to sit down and share my thoughts. I have a proposal written. This evolved from my book project ideas. I need to talk and interract with people to feed body and soul.

Today I spoke at a United Way meeting for staff. Someone in marketing commented to me that I am a very good motivational speaker. That I'm a natural. I write this not to brag or show off...but to put a stake in the ground with a"YES" response! This is what I came here to do! This is my calling! Yes, it's natural and my Nature. Hearing such things is very humbling...especially at work. I am fulfilled with gratitude...and peace. These waters run deep...and I guess people pick up on it hearing it in my voice and seeing it in my eyes. As I write I feel the beams emitting from body portals. I have a lot of energy to give.

Which reminds me of those cords...I was thinking how they are wavelengths and each chakra cord has a specific range of color, sound, motion, of emotion. Just like organs and planets. Is it Chinese medicine that integrates all these bodies into a system?

Grief came up the other night as I was reading some scribbled stories I had written about mom and dad's early life. I has asked for these when they were both in nursing homes. Mom tells a story of the time she first heard a bird sing...she became deaf as an infant. Dad tells his stories of mischief and teasing his brothers. I felt love for them and in the upswelling of emotion both of them comforted me. I now feel emotional waves running latitudinal across my heart chakra.

Energetic Boundaries

I just got a pop-up about "horny people." I've never received this sexual material before. It looks like my computer is less protected now. Sick people in this world. Messing with computers. Such a lack of intelligence by staying stuck in lower chakras.

I created a cocoon around myself yesterday and didn't leave the house. I puttered cleaning out files, vacuuming, dusting. I listened to Karla McLaren's CDs on Energetic Boundaries -- Practical Protection and Renewal Skills for Healers, Therapists, and Sensitive People. I learn a lot from her. My aura defines me and is my energetic skin.

An idea was birthed this morning. I'm going to inquire at a couple of "New Age" bookstores what is required to offer a class. I want to share the Divine Feminine and include drumming. I see it as an open space in which to let spirit move though all the parts creating synergy. The purpose will be to listen to the Divine Feminine and let it move in the circle through bodies/minds/hearts/souls. I see people writing in a collective book their thoughts/feelings. I wonder if any of this will ground? I've thrown out so many seeds in so many directions. And I've stood observing the fields of response -- or not. I have no idea how or where seeds will sprout, take root and develop. It's a lesson in non-attachment and being in the moment. It's allowing space for Her to move.

As I learn about boundaries of my own physical body with it's layers of mind/heart/soul I see that Divine Masculine takes on more of a role in the outer world. The two work together inside out.

I sense hacker is on this computer. Karla talks about how to deal with intrusive energies.

Assumption

I asked a co-worker what "assumption" meant since she attends that church. She sent me this:

"Mary's entire life, from the moment of her Immaculate Conception, reveals the unique feminine attribute of receptivity: She received: a singular grace from the Holy Spirit which preserved her from all sin and endowed her with a fullness of grace; and she was open and receptive to the will of God in all things--in her call to be the Mother of the Redeemer, and her freely willed offering of her Son on the Cross to the Father.

Because both men and women are creatures, we all are "feminine" in relationship to God, our Creator, receiving our very existence, and any growth in holiness, from him. On the spiritual level holiness is, in essence, receptivity; and Mary is a model for us all in being receptive to God's grace and for growth in sanctity."

Grass Roots

It took my friend who is on my CT Board 4 hours to clear the virus from my computer. It was down time for me. I begin to wonder if I'm addicted to the computer. Maybe I'll set a new rhythm...or is it internal rhythm that sets me?

Saw alien face this morning reminding me of spider man. I ask questions but don't get linear answers. I listen and watch for negative space to be filled in.

Some gear of my personal being keeps cutting out. It happened at my desk a couple of times. It happened in the middle of a talk. It happened yesteday in the middle of my living room. I blank out. The circuits shut down. Why? Is it a dimensional shift? Is it because I am on overload with the doing of masculine energy? Do I need more feminine Being and non-doing in my life? Or are alien beings trying to make contact and effecting space?

My son and daugher-in-law are going to Machu Picho to do volunteer work. I was very worried about them the other night. I saw them standing in the middle of that white hole -- time tunnel. Grief came up in waves at the thought of losing these two. If this is a psychic hit what do I do? Do I try to change that loss out of selfishness? Do I send white light and love and ask for protection? Do I say "By thy will, not my will?" And maybe it's me in the time tunnel. I think about crossing over lately.

I wrote a cover letter for the $10,000 grant for Lions Club. My boss wanted our grant writer to okay it. I had to tell Tony that it was not a corporate letter but more personal. He liked the letter and said he wished he could write the way I did. His role, however, is to be a liaison for upper management. The tone and temperature (vibe) between a corporate and "grass-roots" letter is very different. Corporate to me has to do with structure of egos. Grassroots has to do with flow of heart connections/ soul. I needed my boss to approve the letter before it went out. He wanted his name on it also because he had been at the meetings. I asked him if he'd read the letter and mentioned that it was from heart. As he turned to walk away he said, "I can have heart."

Obama is proof of the power of grass-roots relationships and politics.

Music of the Spheres

My home computer has a serious virus. So I'm blogging from work. There are so many predators in this world who like to invade others' space. Cancerous cells at all levels. Light prevails in spite of some appearances!

Had dinner with a woman friend. I realize she is the only woman in my day to day life I can talk with about spiritual and metaphysical subjects. There was a very sacred vibe/sound after my time with her. A quiet hush -- maybe deeper/higher. Larter I thought how our spiritual intimacy via conversation was better than sex and chocolate cake! The throat chakra is starved for spiritual nourishment. I'd like to invite this woman and another woman to hear an author speak this spring -- Hay House has so many choices! One woman is a Jehovah Witness however. It's sad the boundaries in the name of Jehovah.

The School of the Assumption is donating holiday gifts to all our boys in residential treatment. I wonder what "assumption" means. I hope to remember to look it up.

Men like to run red/orange energy with women. I know a man who likes to get close physically and feed on me. It's an invasion of personal space. I'm learning how to protect my space with boundaries thanks to Sonia Choquette.

Had a meeting with a Lions Club President to make a grant proposal for a program for fathers. Why don't fathers get more involved in their children's lives he asks? Is it because these men didn't have fathers themselves or is it because men are not as social? Our new film shows one of our fathers saying how he knew how to be a friend to his son but not a parent. With classes at our agency he learned. He is now a representative speaker for us. This president who had seen the film reminded us about this segment -- it touched his heart. We had an incredibly creative conversation about how Lions represents "vision" and our proposal for a Fatherhood program reinforces a new vision of fathers in the lives of their families. A theme popped into the conversation called "Through the Eyes of Fathers." This president says there is a song with that theme and he was hoping to find it to share. This conversation was organic and creative because of heart connection in the room. And that's about listening in an open space and putting energy into it through intelligent conversation...that has nothing to do with mental manipulations of egos. Not only did we talk about the grant but it wove into expanded possibilities of auction dollars and volunteer hours. It was a magical meeting!

There's new music playing under feet and overhead.

Confidence and Boundaries

I woke up to body saying it wanted fresh fruit and vegies for breakfast. I appreciate that.

This morning I had the sensation of tight walls and dark tombs -- like solitary confinenement. I wondered how anyone could endure such a space. I was wondering if one could exercise and work muscles in such a space. How would one keep one's sanity? Then whisps of white floated through breaking up the confinement. The tight walls loosened and crumbled. Doing the warrior pose (my favorite yoga pose) I noticed how those wispy white threads moved through my cells. Body wants more movment and exercise! Maybe I'll go bike riding in the dark and rain or do more poses.

My confidence was lifted yesterday after two public talks. I was able to ground and mind/emotion/body worked. I did have to do a lot of positive self-talk. At one point during lunch I was feeling so light (right brain bliss) that I didn't know how I was going to find words. I kept grounding through internal dialogue. I'm getting a lot of encouragement and training from women authors. When I returned to the office I received a phone call to speak at an Optimist Club. That increases my confidence. Another gentleman who may be hiring my celebrity speaker for an Expo event invited me to attend. In our conversation we discovered that he grew up two miles from me and worked with my dad (George the plumber) when he was 18. We were both tickled.

Driving in my car yesterday afternoon Tracker shows up. It's as if he has a GPS tracking device on my car and follows me like one of his wolves. I used a technique I learned from author Sonia Choquette, PH.D. to separate from his invasive energy. About 10 minutes later I received a phone call from the Sheriff's department. A Deputy was following up on the call I made weeks ago regarding harrassing phone calls. I spoke to him about Tracker. I probably would not have mentioned this...however, I had just had that intrusive experience. Interesting timing and synchronicity. The deputy asked for this man's name and where he lives. He asked about his pattern. He didn't question...he asked for information. This is the third report. There are systems in place to protect women. I appreciate that.

It's time for men to be more conscious about the energy they put out into the world toward women. Women like myself who had fathers who didn't have boundaries and who were not available emotionally fall for these predators...until we wise up and become conscious. I continue to watch the trap that I know so well. I appreciate learning new boundaries.

Aura Speaks

Twice last week I noticed a pressing down force in my aura. A constriction weighing on me from above...maybe upper right. This inhibiting pattern has been with me a long time...maybe since childhood. Maybe it's the experience of having a hole or tear in my aura? It happens after I've been with someone or several people and I didn't connect. It may be about self judgement and self-criticism or dis-connection in this outer world or both. Last week I talked to myself about it for the first time. This inner dialogue of feedback loops has increased of late. It's like a parent talking to one's child. I am my own comforter...aligned with angelic light that sings the cosmos. That's some powerful comforting Love!

Went off course last week with food issues and I feel the effects. This is ongoing work. I am not ashamed but I am concerned about my responsibility to my body child. New parenting requires a lot of new communication including boundaries/guidelines.

From To Hear the Angels Sing, page 80:

A shrub deva talked of joy as the impetus to the direction of force, as the nature of life itself, the lifestream of Nature.

We fly on the wings of joy, for we could not manipulate forces if we were weighted down like humans. We start plants off by whirling forces into activity, and the joy in us has a constant movement which we pass on in our work. What fun it is to hold each little atom in its pattern.

To them the formative field for manifestation is astounding joy, so it is not surprising that joy is everpresent when one becomes aware of the angels. They express their joy in praise of life, as well as in the creation of it, and this is the truth behind medieval paintings of angels singing praises to the Lord.

Lorian and Dorothy Maclean

It was fun to see and chat with Dorothy Maclean last night (as well as David and Julie Spangler and Freya and Jeremy). And it was fun to dance to Celtic music with the Lorian Community. Dorothy's book To Hear the Angels Sing was the first book on angels I read after crossing paths with Archangel Michael. It's a book that needs to be reproduced and reintroduced to the world. It is "biblical" to me. Dorothy continues to emit joy and sparks of aliveness even as aging dances with her changing her physical capacities. I offered to help with their next community event. Perhaps that will ground.

Page 80 of To Hear the Angels Sing: The Landscape Angel once seemed to be juggling forces into the area with "hands", and said that the deveas work in mantras, in movements, which produce sound and make a pattern, and work up to a certain pitch. Their movements endow their areas with certain qualities of life.

Rainbow Colors

I saw a full rainbow driving home Eastward yesterday. Why are rainbow colors the same as chakra colors? That science deserves a Gates Foundation grant.

Ether Waters

Puget Sound Business Journal, October 24-30
Gates Foundation giving $10.4M for "novel" health ideas

The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation said it will give 104 grants of $100,000 each to scientists and researchers in 22 countries for "bold, untested" ideas to improve global health. The ideas range from creating a "mosquito flashlight" that would prevent malaria transmission by disrupting wavelengths, to an attempt to create nanoparticles that will soak up viruses circulating in the body.

When will the emotional body be acknowledged for Her role in health? It's time for technology to take a back seat to that which is inclusive through whole system design. It's time to stop breaking down the parts through dissection and uplifting that which inspires and serves the whole of Nature. I know this is the Gates intent. May that opportune space be filled in with Light so that systems can increasingly rise up, stand out and shine.

I woke up in the middle of the night to eruptions in some field. This happened before and it was quite unnerving...I thought there was going to be an earthquake in this realm. Perhaps there was but not under my feet. It's like a storm at sea...where the waters (pneumoplasm - an Emissary of Divine Light word) are stirred up. I have no idea what it means.

My ex-husband sat next to me at our son's auction. I'm seeing that he wants to get back together. The sad part is he doesn't know me well enought to know that is impossible. Emotional connection is a fascinating science. One can be totally wrapped up in a man and then a season is over...no more cords, bridges...no more grounding connection. Is it gravitational? Is it a pulling together when there are specific lessons to learn and work to do and then a letting go when those lessons are complete for one or the other. What is the purpose of relationship if not to evolve spiritually? Light seeks grounded matter for creative breakthrough.

I'm not working on my book project right now. I'm not sure when I'll be inspired again. It takes time and work. Right brain function is effortless...left brain book writing is not. And right brain is not attached...maybe there was a different purpose for the book project initiation. My spiritual orientation is to stay in the flow. I know that design and trust it. So, I listen as dreamtime conveys some shaking up of ethers.