Endings, Beginnings, and Something In-between

If you thought that the beginning of October felt different energy-wise than did the previous month of September, you are not alone. I felt a large energy shift in the collective energies from near-stationary stagnation to a mountainous boulder beginning boulder.jpgto roll—although it is picking up speed in extreme slow motion. I won’t say that we are fully rolling downhill yet, but we are definitely moving forward with increased speed. Once gravity kicks in, it will be full tilt toward whatever end is in sight. (And it doesn’t have to be a cataclysmic occurrence—it could be a major breakthrough—depends on the collective intention attracting the major change to all of us.)

What that means is that things are going to POP soon…. events will transpire that shake everyone off our usual ho-hum centers.  And I don’t mean to lessen the impact of all these natural disasters occurring throughout the continental United States and territories the last few months that have put everyone on notice to how fast your safe and secure life can change in an instant; but I’m referring to something even more shocking, sudden and dramatic than that, …as if what has already occurred wasn’t dramatic and life-changing enough for us.biggie.jpg

Yes, I think we are due for a biggie very soon!

What constitutes a biggie, you might ask?

I would say a biggie is an event the size of President Kennedy being killed in Dallas that sad day on November 22, 1963; or on the more pleasant side, the day the Berlin Wall was opened and then dismantled by the cheering crowd, brick by brick, and stone by stone on November 9th, 1989.

Hmmm, there seems to be a similar month in which these major things have happened: November—just a couple weeks away.

Lao tsuAnd for those of us who weren’t that happy with last November’s election results, how about Nov 8th, 2016? That was a world-shaking day, wasn’t it, likely from either political party’s vantage, not to mention our world-wide ally’s confusion.

All I know is that the collective anxiety-energies last year felt quite different to me than they feel at present. These present collective energies are powerful and feel more like rug-shaking. Like something is going to break soon and it could mean BIG changes everywhere.

Should we be excited about it?

I honestly don’t know. Big change usually comes at a large cost to someone. Ask anyone who has lost family members, or a home, or a way of life. Change isn’t always pleasant or welcome, but BIG end to begin.jpgchange is unavoidable—it simply IS. It is direction changing—like when part of the mountain slope suddenly UPLIFTS and sends the rolling boulder moving in the opposite direction, which is NOW the NEW downhill.

When these BIG collective energy shifts occur you move forward from that point on. You stop, shake your head and collect yourself.  You recognize that life has left you shaken or stunned, but you can’t stay that way long. So you gradually move forward again, inch by inch, step by step, until you realize that THIS is what your life must now be—because everything has CHANGED from what it once was. This is your NEW direction for awhile.

Change is coming soon. The energies are primed to explode. Let’s hope for a collectively-pleasant biggie!

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The Overview

What’s the overview here? Day after day I keep asking myself that question.multi

Why are so many suffering in such horrendous conditions all over the world?

It’s easy to get caught up in the disasters occurring nationally and globally, especially when they directly affect you or the friends you care about in some way, but what is the overview of what is actually happening worldwide and WHY is it happening? Is that is even discernible?

There are many distinct possibilities to consider: climate change, nuclear testing, fracking, air and water pollution, over-populations, disruption of natural eco-systems, solar flares and excess solar activity, pole wobble, electromagnetic devastationfluctuations, mankind proliferating in general and all the corresponding havoc that creates, etc..

Then there are all the subheads under “mankind in general” like: stupidity, greed, self-interest, maliciousness, vindictiveness, fearfulness, fratricide, sociopathic and psychotic behavior, to name a few easily recognizable traits.

I haven’t even touched the theology-related excuses for reasons too onerous to god disastmention all basically claiming God’s displeasure over some aspect of our existence that doesn’t adhere to the doctrine being prescribed by a believer.

I don’t even want to go there!

BUT…at the same time a part of me says that to do an accurate overview you have to be able to VIEW the entirety of the situation from a perspective distant enough to allow random chaos to form patterns of coherence. And WHO/WHAT handles that type of perspective other than an omniscient/all powerful being or force that not only understands the logic of what is occurring but INITIATES the situations that create the aforementioned chaos for a reason we are not able to discern.

catch 22.jpgIt’s a Catch-22. The (book and movie) World War II scenario think-process: You’re claiming to be mentally unstable so you can’t serve in the military, but what is more mentally unstable than to want to be in the military serving combat duty? So you use saying you’re crazy as your defense for not-serving, but the military knows you’ll use it and therefore considers that you must be sane to try not to serve, so they ignore your insanity claim.

(Defined by Wikipedia as “A situation in which a desired outcome or solution is impossible to attain because of a set of inherently contradictory rules or conditions.”)

Which means that in this situation I do believe that there is an overview reason for all the chaos, but since I’m not privy to that level of knowing to declare what it is other than my guessing at it—which is what most religions do in their own unique ways, so any answer that I offer will sound eerily close to a theological argument—just slightly skewed because of my own beliefs.

Meaning my view of the OVERVIEW is not verifiable fact, it’s just a different flavor of belief.

And with that stated disclaimer, here goes:

To me it all comes down to whether or not you believe that life is intentional or accidental. Then that distills down into whether or not you believe there is such a thing as “an accident.”voltaire accident q.jpg

If there are no accidents, then everything is intentional and everything has a purpose and a reason for its existence and function in the world we recognize. We just may not know the purpose or reason for it.

Pardon me for this tangent, but I was just rereading some old Carlos Castaneda quotes this morning about the KNOWN, the UNKNOWN, and the UNKNOWABLE, time cc.jpgwhich tries to define the limits to our human comprehension ability. This description alludes to our limited ability to know or learn things that we previously did NOT know, which are represented by the UNKNOWN. Then there is the infinitely large category called the UNKNOWABLE, which is beyond our present human-existence context and our capability to comprehend.

We can’t get our arms around the UNKNOWABLE because it exists beyond our present frame of reference and mental capacity to make any sense of it or even to conceive of it.

To make my point here with no soothing reassurances what-so-ever: I do believe thatcastenada.jpg there is a reason for all the chaos and destruction happening in the world at present, as well as a reason for all the chaos and destruction that has ever occurred at any time in the recognizable history of the earth, BUT….it is likely a reason we cannot grasp with any certainty, or catalog definitively within the material-world parameters that we know.

So does my overview help to calm our fears and anxiety over the nasty situations many are experiencing world-wide?

Not in the slightest.

gods handWhich is the very real example of WHY religions grew in popularity over thousands and thousands of years of human existence—to make sense of the UNKNOWN and to speculate on the UNKNOWABLE, because it’s a pretty scary world out there if you’re on your own and you don’t have a group structure to support you.

Shared risk is shared relief.

And the knowledge we gain over the course of our lives only matters in how we use it.

I concede that some things are knowable, and to that I would say that the overview of catastrophic destruction is that it creates opportunity for change and revision—a clearing of the palate sort of thing for the next course of action.

The key point to consider is that the next course of action is truly up to each of us. How we react to chaos and devastation is how the next phase of our lives unfolds.

At present, whatever situation in which we find ourselves, no matter how horrific, simply IS. Our only choice is in how we acknowledge that fact and move forward to a better existence for ourselves and for everyone else in the world that we know, …if we can even define what that might be.

I’m not sure that I can define it other than it will likely be a shared goal, vilsack goals.jpgrather than a self-interested one.

I’ll go with that.

JOY!

During this night of deepest darkness she heard a voice sayingjoy1.jpg: “Let there be JOY!”

“Joy?” she said to the emptiness around her, “Joy now? Joy after all of this—this loss—this sadness? This is NOT a time for JOY!”

The voice calmly said, “JOY for ALL time and ALL places.

JOY for the meek and the mild.

JOY for the downtrodden and the derelict.

JOY for the desperate and the despairing.

Let there be JOY!”

“But how?” she cried. “How can I feel JOY after all of this death and destruction?”

The voice was silent for a moment, and just when she began to question herself that she had ever heard the voice at all, it spoke again:

“JOY is the light in any darkened room. It is the rising of fallen spirits. joy3.jpgIt is the underlying laughter in each breath of life.

JOY is the music of your soul’s purest essence.

JOY is the child’s uncompromised innocence and the expectation of goodness with every new discovery.

JOY is the heart so clear and light that it bursts with happiness at the sun rising.

JOY is always there awaiting you. Open the door and let me in.”

Again she scanned the too familiar bedroom so full of memories and emotions, and again saw no one speaking. “Who are you?” she finally whispered.

“JOY!” the voice sang with exuberance. “I am JOY!   I exist!   I am here with you always. Let me in.”

By now she was certain that she’d already had too many drinks trying to kill the deepest pain and all else was hallucination, however, the tiny spark of curiosity within her disheveled mind sent her to the tarnished door handle; and she opened the bedroom door.

The darkened hallway looked the same as usual, and the long night’s silence was broken only by the ticking of her old analog clock beside the bed. After looking up and down the empty hallway, she closed the bedroom door again and turned to the window beside the bed.

She walked over to the window and parted the curtains to stare out into rising sun.jpgthe night. Beyond the barren trees of winter a distant horizon was appearing and the earliest rays of dawn were peeking through the darkness before her. She had successfully made it through the sleepless night once again. No matter how dark the moment or how difficult sleeping became, the new day was dawning before her now and she was watching it appear. As the growing light overpowered the receding night, she stood there for some time—longer than she could fathom, watching it all unfold before she heard the voice again saying:

“I am JOY! I am the beautiful sunrise after an endless night. I am the light ever-building across this land. I am here—right here—right now—waiting for you. Just open your heart and let me in.”

A tear began to slide down her cheek, and she let it run nearly to her chin before wiping it off with her sleeve.

“New day,” the voice said. “New sun on the rise.”

She nodded, “New day,” she repeated. “New sun, but….”

choose joy“I am JOY!” the voice crooned encouragingly. “I am JOY! Say it.”

Tears were streaming effortlessly now—sobs erupted from her chest, and as her knees began to buckle she sat back heavily onto the bed.

“Empty your heart of sadness to clear the space for me. Let the sun shine now into the darkness of your sorrow to light the way for your new day. …I am JOY!” it repeated with emphasis.

“I am JOY,” she mumbled unconvincingly. Then after a few more tissues and a deeper breath she said it again, “I am JOY.”

The night was fast giving way to the strength of the rising sun, and soon a golden ball of brightness appeared above the distant hills—a light so bright that eyes could not contain it, but her heart could feel it filling with a soothing warmth and a unusual sense of peace. She stood, parting the curtains again to view the new day birthing before her now.

“I am JOY,” she repeated to the window pane with greater hope than before. As the sun rose higher and higher in the sky she repeated it even louder, “I am JOY!”joy2.jpg

“I AM JOY!” she suddenly yelled and scared herself at the intensity of the lifeforce behind the statement. Where had that come from?

Again, she looked about the room void of a presence beyond her own and asked, “But what am I to do without him?”

A lilting laughter sang between her ears, and the voice said, “Just let there BE Joy!”

 

Budgets and Expendables

I usually avoid writing about government policies and politics in my blog because that’s not what this blog is about—it’s about maintaining a higher-frequency focus of living with love and compassion for everyone.

However, I guess I’m still reeling at the news that our Governor (Iowa) is planning to close two of the states remaining mental health institutions and booting out the residents to use “out-patient” mental health facilities in their original communities (if those communities even have them).

silhouette of womanThis subject of cutting the state’s budget on the backs of the most vulnerable people in our society is really bothering me because I think it will adversely affect a personal friend who has frequented one of the facilities over the last several years.

To me who has known of and shared some of her lesser challenges, I anticipate that she will face a sink-or-swim, tough-love approach to coping with her daily life. While I truly hope she can master the stroke necessary to do laps across the pool, I also know the greater likelihood of her failure to do so; and that failure can result in her quickly sinking to the bottom.

What I see as the greatest benefit to residents at a state-run mental health institution is in viewing the institution as a place of sanctuary and security—which are two of the biggest issues in anyone’s mind to establish and maintain their own wellbeing. People need to simply FEEL safe. Even being contained within a locked room provides them protection from “others” when they are in their most vulnerable states of mind and unable to make rational decisions, or to physically protect themselves (and likewise not to harm themselves)

That sanctuary and security assurance will be the first casualty when the residents are booted out onto the streets. Families and friends will be faced with impossible situations of helping/not-helping and not even knowing what “helping” really is, for someone with mental health challenges.

I’ve been trained in many different healing techniques, and I’ve seen how easily the mind can be affected and altered by devices, substances, and the ill intentions of others, besides our tendencies to adversely undermine our decision-making abilities through self-doubt, self-loathing, and self-denigratimental_health_awareness_ribbon_mousepadon.

There is so much at stake when you are messing with someone’s mental health stability. I just can’t believe that these “budget cuts” in state-run mental health facilities are wise or even conscionable for an enlightened society that claims it cares about human welfare.

Don’t take away the only safety net that some of these extremely vulnerable people have. That leaves them with even fewer options, and those options are more likely suicide or jail.

Shifting Gears for the Climb

I first noticed it early this morning around 6:30am. Then by 9am, it became more obvious, and by 9:30am I was certain that I could tell it was actually happening: We were slowing down—time-wise. Time seemed to be passing much slower this morning than it had been previously. I’ve been doing a lot of “not-doing” lately, so I know when time is passing even slower than it did yesterday.

The closbik on hillest analogy I can manage to what is likely occurring is to compare it to the mechanics of a ten-speed bicycle as the rider approaches a steep hill. He shifts to smaller gear sprockets so the speed and energy expenditure of his feet-on-the-pedals rotations remain pretty much the same, but the sprockets that best handle hills are smaller diameter, making the bike tires do fewer revolutions—meaning, less ground is covered per foot rotation but pedaling is still fairly easy on the rider.

My assessment on this perceived time slow-down is that we were likely downshifted for the incline ahead—slowed down in motion and effort for the difficulty of the slope that we are attempting—which could be associated with consciousness ascension or just the general collective shift to a higher state of being.

I might have just blown off this perceived time discrepancy as fertile imagination today had I not noticed a similar phenomenon maybe a couple years ago—one day it was like everything around me suddenly time-dropped to a slower noticeable pace and my normally accurate internal clock went haywire with the discrepancy until I adjusted to the change.

Back then as today, the clock on the wall had hardly moved 15 minutes when my mind’s timer kept saying “This can’t be. At least an hour should have passed. How can it have only been 15 minutes?”

And it wasn’t just me noticing it back then—others noticed the same thing and wrote abike gearsbout it in their blogs. So I’m expecting this “gear-down” today to be acknowledged as well. I think we’ve just been down-geared for the difficulty of the climb ahead.

I have no idea how long the path up this steep hill might be, but hopefully the scenery at the top makes the extra effort worthwhile.

Let me know if you notice time moving slower today. It should be interesting to see if others picked up on it.

Purposeful or Purposeless?

treeheadTalking to a friend yesterday, we were commiserating about our daily/weekly activities or with me, the lack thereof, and I mentioned that energetically, it seemed to be a very strange time for me—a time of considerable inactivity—of feeling like I’m sitting on the sidelines patiently waiting for something that I have no idea what I am waiting for. She belly-laughed at that statement knowing that first and foremost—I am NEVER patient!

That was the first clue that something strange was happening, not just in my life, but everywhere. I’ve suddenly developed patience? The world seems to be flushing itself down the toilet, and here I calmly sit beside it, handing it more toilet paper?

Very odd.

I then mentioned to her it was almost like I was in a near-perpetual state of meditation where I participated in the activities around me, but with total focus on the mundane actions of living—shutting out all exterior stimuli, meaning: the world does its thing and I just do mine.

But you know how the mind is, it will not let anything rest, so my mind then questioned this present mode of not-doing: is this ‘waiting on the sidelines thing’ purposeful or purposeless for me (or for anyone)? And does it have to be one or the other?

Right now for me, all I know for certain is that it simply IS. That may be the whole point of the unintentional exercise. That Just Be aspect may be one thing to talk about or even to aspire to, but quite anlife swimmersother thing if you are actually living it.

In essence that’s what I am presently doing—I’m NOT DOING, I am JUST BEING. And I have to tell you honestly—it feels very strange!

However, right now, it also feels very necessary. And I’m assuming that it isn’t just necessary for me to be not-doing. It’s something we all may need to “not do” at present.

I’ve been around long enough to know that throughout our lives we will fluctuate between periods of joy and sorrow, hopefulness and helplessness; times of feeling so alive with life gushing from our every pore, and a time of feeling despair so deep that it nearly swallows us.

To be alive in this Earth plain of existence means that we will ALL experience these emotional roller coasters during our lifetimes: riding the extremes of happiness and sadness, up and down, over and around, until one day we hit this “Just Being” zone.

If you also are feeling this right now, don’t worry. This isn’t depression. This is the ‘in-between place’ in human emotion where you feel like you’ve become the willing observer to your life—the spectator/passenger riding beside an unseen driver, while you tour an amazing, never-ending landscape of sights too beautiful to capture in words.

So you just sit back and take it all in without judgment—just riding along in awe at the grandeur and scope of everything passing befdog on a rideore you, to the right and the left; fast approaching ahead and falling away quickly behind.

There aren’t many times in my life where I’ve willingly accepted that passenger seat. But right now, I do—knowing that on this particular trip, I am just along for the ride; and wherever our vehicle is presently headed, that is where I am going as well.

Wake Up Alice! …This Rabbit-hole Trip Is Getting Old

Alice and rabbitTo say that this is a very strange time is the understatement of the age. The degree of pot-stirring in previously untouchable subject matter is both mind-boggling and jaw-dropping. It is totally cringe-worthy!

And as much as I would like all the world-wide chaos to settle down, and for the world to be a calmer, more enjoyable living environment for all of us, I also think I understand part of the necessity that it is the way it presently seems.

I wasn’t kidding earlier about the disruptive and penetrating energies coming in now being similar to lake turn-over in my post of “Upside-down and Sideways.” Energetically that’s what this really is—a time of skuzzy-bottom content rising to the surface for purification and clearing—which is neither pretty nor pleasant for anyone; especially for the fish—with which we now have a much closer association.

The Paris terrorism situation has created a reactionary back-lash that now resembles bait-the-bear. And you know what happens when you entice the bear with a juicy morsel tied to a nearby tree? Sure. The bear can’t resist the tasty temptation, and it becomes an easier target to catch/kill. I understand that part. But I have a few questions, as well.

Is this nasty situation creating over-reactions on both sides of the free-speech, “no subject is off-limits” issue? Yes.

Is this “cover-as-bait” really a calculated tactic that only time will show whether or not is effective in drawing terror cells out of hiding to “avenge” the perceived publicized insult?

Was that the Charlie Hebdo editorial staff’s main intention with the latest cover art—to draw out the terror Voltairecells that still might be hiding nearby? Hmmm…..I don’t think so.

I think they were just standing up strongly for freedom of speech, which is their right, as it is anyone’s right to decide their own beliefs and opinions. You don’t cower to a bully—you face them down at the start, or you will be constantly cowering ever afterwards. That is what I think the magazine’s staff were doing—just taking a very strong stand for their own freedom of speech. How their actions were perceived, is up to individual interpretation.

Did the Pope need to chime in with his two-cents worth on punching someone who might be insulting his mother or his religion? No. But he did. Talk about mixed messages in that little media exchange…. “violence is never acceptable—but I’d punch you if you insult my mother or religion.”

So where does that leave the rest of us who are on the sidelines, watching this mess unfold as it is likely going to unfold—violently, gruesomely, and chaotically in nations, states, and cities world-wide? Yes, we are simply shaking our heads and expecting the worst, but all hoping that this world society grows up sometime soon and stops taking itself so seriously. It’s like living through adolescence all over again.

On the other hand, that same energetic lake turn-over effect that throws everything into chaos also brings the forbidden subjects to the forefront of public attention to see whether there really is a smoldering fire within them, or just a lingering, still-smoky, half-wet pile of leaves there that hasn’t yet burned through all the combustible material.

It is loudly emphasizing the basic questions of what makes any religion the basis of a deeply-held belief; and are the religious beliefs/doctrines justifiable if they pit one group of people against other groups of people?

Red QueenI would expect these issues and subjects will become mainstream topics for the next year or so, as we will likely have more opportunities to examine their reactors’/detractors’ actions and reactions to the on-going saga.

Personally, I request for someone to PLEASE show Alice the way out of this never-ending rabbit-hole, or at least please nudge her awake. The Red Queen is getting a bit out of hand here.