Autumn is, at last, coming to a close in southern Arizona. I recently picked up some ash tree leaves from my friends Sistine and Silvine and glued them onto some watercolor tissue paper. Here’s a picture of the orginal and then, using software, I posterized one, then recolored it in another version. Collaging is so much fun and I love that they’ve made software to make these wonderful changes. I love art! It keeps me from going crazy. Almost.
This video shows the perception people have about wealth distribution in this country. They believe the richest 20 percent has more than their share of the wealth, but their perceptions are nowhere close to the reality.
ORIGINAL: By Politizane. You can see all the sources for his data in the description below the video (click "show more"). Submitted by
“Today there are a lot of people in this world who are working for the establishment of the Kingdom of Heaven. Few among them enjoy the fame and glory of being considered among ‘the great men and women of history’. However, those who work tirelessly, and their motivation does not lie in their being accepted by the masses, achieve great spiritual progress for themselves. Those who live the Will of the Father are contributing to the creation of the realities that His will desires to create.
“Some of you believe that you need to be in a position of greater influence in order to be able to guide others towards better goals. Let me tell you that the best way to appeal to the human soul is through the presence of the Thought Adjuster. Focus your intent directly on the hearts of those you wish to influence. Let your Thought Adjuster be the one that establishes contact with the divine presence in others, expressing your wishes with the highest measure of truth, beauty, and goodness. Every effort you make in this fashion will never be wasted.
Remember the power of prayer, because through the circuit of the Father you can reach any creature in the universe, even if this connection may not be direct, or even conscious, for any of the parties involved. God is present inside you – in each and every one of you – and through His presence in you, you can reach any other personal being in existence.
“How do you think our Father works in this world? Does He show up at United Nations meetings to tell you what you need to do? The Father speaks directly to the hearts and the minds of His creatures. Then, it is up to them to decide what path they will take. In this world, you can likewise work in this fashion, with your love for your peers, and your desire to create a better world through prayer.
“All of you who work in your respective communities, and circles of influence, know that you are not impotent when the time comes to promote the changes you want to see in this world. Live the very change you wish to see, and project your love and your positive energy to those who lead you – the ones you have elected to express your collective decisions. Work with your hands, but remember that your prayers and your love can reach all the way to Paradise itself, and know that you have the support and the power of the Creator Father of all beings and things.”
© The 11:11 Progress Group.
We are each other at our spiritual Root Source – ABC-22, January 1972.
I dreamt this morning of people from my past, trying to pry into family matters, looking for stuff they could gossip about while pretending to want to help. (I feel like I just took a paragraph from a Jane Austen novel.) :)
Then the dream switched and a group of beautiful orange and white barn owls had clustered together in a tree. One kept turning and looking at me, trying to send me a message. So of course, when I woke up, I went to my three animal-friend books. Very interesting, indeed, in light of me feeling a need to do a home cleansing. I felt better after the recent cleansing with the much needed assistance of Raven, but my daughter still sensed she was being watched and felt something brush up against her in our kitchen a few days ago, in the same spot a pendulum I once used to check earth energy, went crazy, suddenly twirling like a helicopter propeller. More work to do—must go deeper.
Anyway, about the barn owl, from ANIMAL SPIRIT GUIDES by Steven D. Farmer: “Life is short, treat every day as precious; let your heart be open to love; do a house clearing or blessing to free up lost spirits that need to move on; take a silent retreat; you are entering into period of abundance; you need adaptability and ingenuity in all dealings; when needing help, call sincerely to the spirits of your ancestors and they will help.”
From ANIMAL SPEAK by Ted Andrews: “The owl is a symbol of the feminine, the moon, the night, the bird of magic and darkness within, of prophecy and wisdom. Owls are able to sense and hear what is not being said, what is hidden in the shadows. The barn owl is called the ghost owl and its medicine can connect you to old haunts and spirits of properties that may still be lingering about. It can help develop spirit contact and hearing of the inner voice, clairaudience. It can help extract secrets. For your own success, keep silent and go about your business.”
From MEDICINE CARDS by Jamie Sams and David Carson: “Owl medicine is associated with clairvoyance, astral projection and magic, both black and white. Owl is oftentimes associated with sorcerers and witches. Owl can see what others cannot, which is the essence of true wisdom. If you have pulled the Owl card, you are being asked to use your powers of keen, silent observation to intuit some life situation. Owl is befriending you in seeing the total truth. Owl can bring you messages through dreams and meditation. Pay attention to signals and omens.”
So, I’m left with some pondering: White magic must be based on Love. What is dark magic? Is it our angry, envious, stormy thoughts? I don’t think so, though they do add to the dark force. Dark magic must be sending dark projections toward someone on purpose, with some sort of ceremony. I am definitely not using dark magic against anyone or anything. Is dark magic being used against me? I really don’t know. My heart has grown weak in this apartment. Is there a spirit here that is related to my health? That still needs to go? Can I do the cleansing/blessing myself or do I need help? What do the people from my past in the same dream represent? Surely prying and gossip are not dark magic. But the connection was a strong one. I have some intuiting to do! Any intuitions from anyone reading this?
My thanks to my friends, the beautiful barn owls, with the heart-shaped faces, who visited me in a dream to help me see the truth.
In spite of so much sorrow and fear in the world, many of us Americans have much to be grateful for. I am grateful for my life, for the opportunity to grow, for my loving relationships with family and friends. I am grateful for Creation and for the Great Being of Light who made us and gave us these opportunities. I am grateful for my blogging-friends, so many of you writing to make a real difference in our world. Thank you!
I pray you will practice forgiveness today, if any is needed, with family members; that your hearts are swelled with love; and your tummies, not so much that you feel sick. :)
Happy Thanksgiving and God bless us all in this coming year.
By Courtney A. Walsh
Courtesy of http://soul-lit.com/poems/v4/Walsh/index.html
Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.
That is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love.
Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love.
Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.
And then to rise again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.
It doesn’t require modifiers.
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.
It only asks that you show up. And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry
and hurt and heal and fall and get back up
and play and work and live and die as YOU.
It’s enough. It’s Plenty.
When I was falling back asleep this morning, these thoughts came: What if Mother Earth is not in turmoil only because of the way we have treated her? What if she is cleansing the filth of man’s inhumanity to man? Imagine what her destruction, the depravity and our fears feel like to her. What if she is taking Home some of those who truly have no hope for a future on this Earth?
Of course, floods cover entire plains and tornadoes demolish complete towns and tsunamis wash away whole communities. Are those victims all inhumane or all compassionate people? All human, with all our imperfections, yes, but most of them likely decent people. So what is going on?
Life is not only about living on Earth right now. It is about our evolvement as a species and Earth’s evolvement as a planet. Bloodshed has ruled us for the past ten thousand years, if not longer. It is time for us to live in peace. Our job is to learn how, now.
It is obvious, however, that some people have blocked the light from themselves and have sucked the essence of Love from everywhere and everyone they can. Bewildered, I have often asked myself, “But why destroy the source of their profits?” That’s when I was thinking accumulation was their ultimate goal. But what if amassing fortunes is not it? They know they “can’t take it with them,” just like we all do.
What if they can take life essence, energy, they have turned to dark power, to a place of their own creation? What if, like in a sci fi movie, their purpose is to destroy the Earth and to make certain we humans never live in peace? What if we are all living in a story of love vs. evil and of light vs. darkness? It sure seems like darkness–war, genocide, slavery, out-of-control greed, the destruction of Earth’s eco-systems, hunger, homelessness, abuse of every imaginable kind, wages-slavery, intolerance, dominance, etc.–is overtaking our planet, far beyond what our personal materialistic desires or our problems at home or at work could do. They are working in shadows, building darkness–and we either add our thoughts and actions to this darkness, or we add them to the light.
A wave of light is also moving across the planet. Perhaps our lives will be taken in a natural disaster, or perhaps we are being asked to give ourselves, maybe even our lives, to the cause of peace. If we drop our ideologies and stand united for peace and for all our brothers and sisters, for all life, the angels and our dear Earth Mother will rejoice and help us create a miracle. Can you hear their song?
My experiences this past week have made me think about karma and Love. Did I have to be ‘pressed down’ by darkness because of accumulated karmic debts that had to be paid? The ceremonial, cleansing smudge stick I used would not burn for me, even when I set it directly in the flames of a candle. A great gift was given and Raven carried my prayers in the smoke to Father Sun and we were blessed with Light. Why? Was my karmic period over? Are there forces that oppose people who love the world and humankind and I received a divine intervention because I do? Wearing writers down is a good way to affect the flow of loving communiqués.
Are some people immune to dark forces and if so, why? Like Mother Teresa, they remain steady in the face of man’s brutal inhumanity to man, knowing they can do only small things to help, but that they can do them with great love. My mom works for a man whose daughter has been living in Namibia for two years. In its Constitution is written, ”The State shall actively promote and maintain the welfare of the people by adopting international policies aimed at the following: maintenance of ecosystems, essential ecological processes, and biological diversity of Namibia, and utilisation of living natural resources on a sustainable basis for the benefit of all Namibians, both present and future.” She’s coming home for the holidays but she’s going back because she loves the people and the country and wants to help.
The answer is Love, isn’t it? People in far away countries who are withheld shelter, food and water by soldiers of dictators or corporate marauders and their war machines cannot stand against them alone. I do understand that we are souls stationed in temporary bodies, that we are ‘playing roles’ on earth’s stage—but should you or I sit by in our comfortable homes while so many others hurt so much in so many places in the world?
And what about the people in America who struggle without hope? I joined them in these last years, unable to buy basic groceries and household goods that we need because the disability benefits I live on from 1997 are no match for today’s prices. I had always wondered what it felt like to go to bed hungry—now I know. But I’m an adult who has extra weight to burn (and I have). I’m not a young child, thin, with nothing extra to give to a body trying to grow. I’m not a parent working for $8.00 an hour ($16,640 per year, before taxes) trying to raise a family.
I keep hearing the debate that if businesses pay a ‘living wage,’ they would have to charge more for their goods and services, which would only cause the poor to suffer more. BULL SHIT. I don’t know anything about economic systems other than systems do exist where every person has access to education and gainful employment to have healthy shelter, food, water and other necessities. Where do those economic systems work? Everywhere greed is checked.
How can millions of dollars for a year of work not be enough? How high do stock dividends have to be, to be enough? Is not half a million dollars per year enough, or a million, or two or four or seven million? The top five percent of people in America have taken so much in profits, millions, billions of dollars, many average Americans are going hungry. And living in poorly built housing in dangerous neighborhoods, with no hopes and dreams for a future. They came to Earth with hopes and dreams via their souls; they just can’t do anything about them because they are ‘pressed down’ by dark circumstances.
When I saw the above picture on Facebook (courtesy of School of Thoughts), I thought, “This makes me think demons rule this world.” Maybe they do. I don’t think we can fight demons; they have accumulated lots of money and power using and hurting others. They are forces to be reckoned with. The only answer is peaceful uprising, holding hands by the millions, marching and singing, “The Grinch’s heart is two sizes too small, but when we love him, his heart will grow tall.” If we don’t stand together, I truly don’t know what is going to happen to Americans, and people all over the world, who are slaves to dark forces.
Do you know any of these slaves? If you’re out of your home, look around you. Research ‘poverty line,’ ‘the gap between the rich and middle america,’ or ‘the gap between the rich and the poor.’ Look up ‘the effects of a lack of education,’ or ‘the effects of having no hope for the future.’ You know this is going on. Will you tell the truth?
I performed a home cleansing or blessing on Saturday, to the best of my ability. The apartment was not spit shined, but I cleaned all day Friday, on and off as I could, a bit in the bathrooms, the kitchen, the dining area, mopping with ammonia. I even washed the walls in the laundry room, a dark little room with a stackable washer and dryer, that has a creepy space behind the w/d that I can’t get to. C’est la vie! I cleared clutter, dusted, and vacuumed, upstairs and down.
My Offering and Helpers
I made an offering in a pink, for Divine Love, watercolor collage, with dried carnation petals and ash leaves (from my tree-friend, Sistine). I placed a picture of a painting of Jesus by a beautiful statue of Mary and Jesus, with a smaller statue of a woman holding a toddler with two young children standing on either side of her, representing me and my children. I taped a picture of my mom when she was young to our symbolic statue so that she would be included in the blessing.
I took holy books off the shelf, the Bible, Paramahansa Yogananda’s The Second Coming of Christ, ‘A Revelatory Commentary on the Original Teachings of Jesus,’
(Eastern wisdom on awakening Christ within) and Jamie Sams’ Sacred Path Cards (which is the book I’ve used the most. She writes of deep Native Indian spirituality, in which everything boils down to walking-our-talk on a road of Truth.) I haven’t read them fully and perhaps it was hypocritical of me to put them on the table, but to me they represent records of humankind’s attempts to know God/Love/Great Mystery and what that means for us.
I also placed on the table my Jesus candle, made with the same oils used in his time; the talking stick I recently made calling on Universal Christ and the Spirit Keepers of the North, East, South and West; my paper/pictures version of a Medicine Wheel; a clear globe with an archangel, thinking of Archangel Michael; a branch from Sistine, my ash tree friend (from a recent tree-trimming); a stone from a mountain in Sedona, AZ that helps to strengthen male energy in females, a gift to me; pictures of my three children as babies; a near-baseball-sized, mostly round stone that represents to me the strength of the Earth; and some gifts from family and friends that represent their love. I have a Catholic medallion upstairs depicting St. Benedict, who is a kick-ass banisher of evil and laid a piece of paper about him on the table. I used a smudge stick made of cedar and sage, which is cleansing and purifying, which I lighted to make the smoke that carries prayers from this realm to the holy realm. I added a bell to start and end the ceremony. I knew we had some sort of problem and had never performed a ritual like this, so I wanted to call on all the help I could.
I didn’t take my sleep meds Friday night and stayed up most of the night, ready to get up, shower, and at sunrise, 6:16 a.m., begin the ceremony in the quiet of early morn. I looked up 616 in Doreen Virtue’s Angel Numbers 101 and it says: “Look only at possibilities and not at material illusions. You are powerful and can overcome any situation with a positive mindset.” I added those words to my collage offering. I opened all the windows in the house so that anything that might have been inside could leave. I asked for my helpers to be with me, expressed my gratitude, lit the Jesus candle and the sage/cedar smudging stick so that I could waft the smoke throughout the house, stating our needs and sending our prayers to Father Sky (or Father Sun, as he is called by different traditions).
There were several problems, however. I made my offering, the collage, with love and then thought it was beautiful, and in so thinking, triggered my ego. I sat to breathe quietly and meditate at around 6:00, but my heart felt like it would pound out of my chest and I felt like some force was actively opposing me. Eventually, my heart slowed, but never to its normal rate. The cedar/sage smudge stick wouldn’t stay lit. I must have gone back six or seven times to relight it. Eventually, I carried the burning candle with me, holding the dried wood and herbs into the flame almost constantly so it would smoke, which you would think would set it on fire. Even this barely kept it going. This was discouraging, but I had smudged myself to bring the cleansing smoke into my heart and mind, and walked throughout the house in this awkward relighting process, saying my prayers and speaking our needs. I gave thanks when I was finished and apologized for my inability to humbly and properly perform the ceremony.
It really hit home afterward how unable I was to ‘walk my talk.’ I reflected on this for the whole day, in a strange space, some sort of limbo. How could the ceremony have worked with me so off balance? What did it mean that the smudge stick of dried herbs and wood wouldn’t stay lighted? I was not insincere in that I needed help; just unable to so show up in a humble, balanced, peaceful space. I left the cedar/sage stick out and thought I would walk it through the next morning again, in a better space, I hoped, mentally, emotionally, spiritually.
But as the day passed, I noticed that our home felt better. Could that be? Was it the love of all the beings whose symbols/totems I had assembled at the table, in spite of me? Was our home healed because for the first time in my life I worked very hard to prepare for the ceremony? And I was given a sign. There is a man who lives in these apartments along with two other mentally disabled men, who live with a caretaker. This man loudly speaks to himself, is gangly in an unusual way, never looks me in the eye and always spits when he sees me.
I saw him walking on the other side of the pool and just did not want to be spit at, but I heard in my mind, “Too bad,” and Roxie pulled me in his direction. He walked toward us, excitedly gesturing and speaking to Roxie, then admonishing her not to jump on him, but he did not spit at me. First time in the almost 2-1/2 years we’ve lived here. Then, and I was totally blown away, he looked me in the eyes. His are green, small, hard-looking eyes, but he looked into mine, acknowledging me as a person, and then went on his way. Wow, I thought. Something really has shifted. Something really has shifted!
The more time that passed at home, the better the place felt. All of my helpers had come to my aid, even though I was unable to center myself beforehand. Angel number 616 said I was powerful and could overcome anything with a positive mindset. I was ego-centered instead and unbalanced by a strongly pounding heart that didn’t settle during the process. My hard work and intent apparently connected me to the divine and because of Love, they came through for me. I guess I won’t be taking up energy-cleansing as a profession, though. :)
Later that night, preparing some photo collages for my children, from babies to age 21, I was struck by the overwhelming sense of how blessed my life has been. I have always felt like a worm; I gave my will to people to be used however they wanted to do so; I often ignored the laws of the universe; I became chronically ill and have pouted about if for over 15 years, while stressing the whole time about how hard it is to live on disability benefits—and there I sat, awash in the blessings of my life, tears streaming down my face. I am loved and I do know, at last, what love is. It is all-encompassing and everything that happens is a gift of the soul. I could go now, cross over to the other side in peace, because of those few moments of insight. I was freed by it, able to see the bigger purpose of the conditions of my life and how blessed I truly am. I was touched by God, whatever His or Her holy name. What an offering to me! It has all been quite the experience.
Soon, I will post some notes I’ve made over the years about home blessings and protection. God bless us, every one, and touch us, please.