Thank You, Divine Child, for Coming to Earth

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I’ve been thinking of Jesus Christ, a true being of peace—regardless of our inability to understand His heart, or our non-acceptance of His message of Loving without judgment or conditions, or the contention among the one-God faiths, or our fault-finding with religious practices different from our own. Nothing separates us humans from each other like the death-grip we have on our religious and political ideologies!

Many of us are now celebrating the birth of a baby who was born 2000 years ago, to show us how much we are loved by our Creator and how to love Him in return. Christ taught that to make peace, we have to get off our high horses and love and respect each other because—no matter our country of birth, our culture or color, or gender or social status—we all come with divine souls on missions of Love: to honor the Divine first, then our world and each other, and even our enemies. Especially our enemies, for as long as we see others as ‘enemies,’ there will be no peace.

Care and connect, Jesus said. Make peace. Listen with your Higher Self. War begets war. Forgive. You are a light of God. Act like it. The divine map is within all of us, but we can and we do ignore it. We can’t arm-twist someone else into a loving, forgiving, peaceful state of being, but we can lead them there through our example. “You go first,” doesn’t work in this case.

Every year at this time, something magical ‘is in the air.’ The image of a divine child born in a barn, over whom angels hover and before whom kings bow, causes us to remember that there is something truly beautiful beyond this mundane, racing, world of angry madness we live in. We are so much more than a species of worker bees, goers, takers, warriors, hoarders, genders, or even bodies.

We are beings of light who drop into a material world to attend school. We are here to learn and grow, to love and share, to care and heal. We are here to forgive and show others how to do the same. We are meant to evolve together, to turn and make sure that every hand is held, that we’re moving together as one, into a remembered awareness of Who made us, of our heritage, of the Home we come from and will return to, should we so desire—and live like we mean it.

It’s not easy to remember we are divine children. Some among us would like us not to remember and are working really hard at suppressing this conversation. But we will remember. It’s like throwing off an old, wet, moldy, smelly wool blanket. We may not want to touch it and it may be kind of heavy, but not so heavy that we can’t throw it off—and throw it off we will. It is our destiny, no matter how long it takes.

Friends Worth Fighting For

To live a life with meaning, there must be love and forgiveness. Not the kind of love that appears say, with sexual attraction or possessiveness, nor the ‘instant’ kind of forgiveness we see on TV by family members of public figures who have strayed. Love and forgiveness live deeply within our hearts and must be deeply felt to be truly expressed.

For Love to have staying power it must be committed and as close to unconditional as we can make it. Only as we age do we realize how far from perfect we ourselves are, and how full of judgments we once were and most likely still are. This is where forgiveness comes in: To forgive ourselves for the hurts we laid down, and to forgive those who hurt us, is inspired behavior. You could even call forgiveness selfish in a way, for without it, it is very difficult to maintain relationships, and what meaning is there in living a life without dearly beloved others?

There are no perfect-behaving humans, not our children, not our parents, not our boyfriends, or wives, nor our close friends. Most of us are so caught up in our own thoughts, opinions, and emotions, it is astounding that we have any friends at all. That we do is a striking sign of hope that Love is at work within us, and that in addition to seeing what a pain-in-the-rear our family members and friends are, we can also see what is good in them, and that is definitely worth fighting for, with forgiveness.

Welcome to Earth. What is Your Mission?

There must be a thousand ways to not be present in this moment, or any other moment for that matter. The demands of work, taking care of our children, our homes and our cars; shopping, the Internet, recreation and hobbies; worrying about the future; dwelling on the past, especially past mistakes and betrayals. In my pre-illness state I was a darn good multi-tasker and proud of it. Eventually, I was like a car shifted into Park, with the accelerator pressed all the way to the floor. Just for the record: That causes breakdowns, physical, mental, and spiritual.

We come to Earth to learn about ourselves and our soul-connections with our Creator. The physical world provides us with concrete growth-opportunities not available in the unseen world from which we come. A lot of this personal and spiritual growth centers around our relationships with other people, for we truly are mirrors for each other. Unless we pause for reflection, though, we are caught up in our zoom-zoom lives and we never bring our attention to right now.

Living in the now is an alternate way to be human. It is the opposite of the madness of deadlines and rushing to the next responsibility, which drains our creative energy. It is also the only way we can work our personal missions that we chose before birth. It is the path of joy and peace and compassion because, in seeing everyone and everything in the light, we shed the dark worries of the world. It is the way of joining with our higher selves (our God-selves) and with others to make a difference in the lives of those who are hurting. It brings out the best in us, such as the response of those people who are in Haiti now to serve the survivors and help rebuild. We don’t need a disaster to live in this present moment, but emergencies do tend to snap us into the now.

It is our longing for something real, deep and meaningful that causes us ultimately to stop and take up some form of quiet prayer or meditation. In this way, we learn that we are no less than a son or daughter of God and that we came here to serve and to grow. Practicing kindness and purposeful-forgiveness are good places to start.

Living a Life of Meaning

What makes life worth living? On the surface it appears to be financial savvy and success, gaining and wielding power, owning exclusive homes and cars and shoes ‘to die for’–living, in essence, above the masses. We might now suspect that what looked so good before is actually diseased. Nobody with a heart could do to the American people what these finance people have done.

What goes on inside those walls of ‘success’? Are values such as honesty and compassion practiced? Is there a loving, happy marriage? Are the parents connected through their hearts to their children? Have the children been raised to serve others, to make a positive difference in the world? Are company employees valued, encouraged to be creative, and respected? In many cases, the answer is no.

It is all about the foundation. We are not born to cheat people, to ruin lives, to claw and shred others’ souls on our way to the top–we are born to live with ‘heart,’ with love and forgiveness, courage and empathy. We are born to find the high road, the way to that which is beyond our little selves. We are born to expand our consciousness in such a way that we become beings of light, illuminating the path so that all may see.

Trust Your Journey

art Trust the JourneyWe see a book cover that says, Trust Your Journey, or maybe it is on a poster in a store. In my twenties and thirties, I’d see it and think, ‘Riiight.’ I did not begin to understand what it meant applied to myself until I had passed the big 5-oh. After fifty years of life, we are in the beginning stages of seeing the broader picture, and have acquired more understanding of ourselves, of human nature and the world.

Though we haven’t seen-it-all, at fifty we are more aware of how much we humans are alike. We tend to make the same or similar judgments and mistakes, and we have to deal with the same or similar temptations that, if succumbed to, may destroy us or our families’ lives. We’ve seen how polarized people can be, how easily frightened we are, and how beautiful things like love and family, and meaningful work, are not experienced by everyone.

Though I had questions about the cause and purpose of everything all my life, around fifty, I began to truly need to find the answers to life’s deepest questions. I wanted to understand more than I wanted to defend my own convictions, and I was willing to see my beliefs and actions stripped of all my ‘fluff and puff.’ What a surprise I found!

I was human. I made mistakes. I learned from them–sometimes very, very slowly–but I learned from them. And it was okay. I was okay. I was God’s daughter. God loved me. From there, like when my young daughter found me filling Easter baskets and asked me a couple days later about Santa, I realized that if God loved me wholly, He/She must love us all wholly, no matter what. God understood us and our human natures.

Holy moly. What did this mean? I didn’t have to feel guilty? Guilt kept me trapped in the past, away from God, for no reason? I hate confessing this, but I think guilt was also a part of my pretend-humility. It is more complicated than that, but I am peeling back the layers, peeking under them first to see what might be there, and drumming up the courage to lift the layers to see the truth.

Mistakes and bad decisions are a part of the human journey, and we are loved by our Maker.

I Am Woman, Hear Me Snore

It is interesting now looking back on my life. I can clearly see what turned out to be important and what didn’t. I do wish I had been a better partner/companion. One night I dreamed I was a woman like Wild Horse Annie, out horseracing and shooting with the boys. I remember sitting on a bench, patting the seat and calling the men over, “Now, you men come over here and tell me all about it.” I loved their company but was not the settling kind. There may be a part of her still in me. So far, in this life, my dream of a true, long-lasting, spiritual relationship with a man has not happened, probably because I was not truly on a spiritual path myself.

Surely, however, I have been blessed as a mother. All the minutes and hours and days spent growing up together, while love is deepening, is about as great as it gets. I know I’ve let them all down at different times and once in a while I get a pain in my chest when I think about that, but I did the very best I could and they all know how much they are loved, and that I am here if they need me. And, thank God, they do need me on occasion. Usually just to talk, but it means a lot to me, and to them, too, I hope. It’s not easy out there in the world. It blows my mind when I think about the pace of the 1950’s until now, when it seems like everything is going thirty times faster. I want every blessing for them, but they’re going to have to be flexible and creative, faith-filled and inventive to live and build families and careers in this world. It’s okay, though. I know they picked this time to be born the same as I did.

I was blessed, also, with work of the heart through the 80’s and I know what it feels like to give of myself without conditions or expectations—to give because it is what is needed. That’s the very best kind of work, though it may not mean big bucks. To some people, that doesn’t matter: Please, God, just let my work make a difference, let my life have a purpose.

Due to my illness and overnight aging experience, I also gained first-hand knowledge at 45 of what it’s like to be older. (My, I was impatient before then!) I lost vision and hearing and my fingers went stiff, so it’s hard to grasp or hold onto many things. I’ve broken almost all of our dishes by dropping them. My mom says, “Hold onto them tighter!” and I say, “That’s my problem, mom. I don’t KNOW I’m not holding them tight enough.” My lips stiffened too, so food drips (I don’t like to call it drool) onto my chin and chest. I nap for hours every day. I’ve lost bladder control on and off and one time filled my shoes with urine while trying to make it to a public restroom. I was at a writer’s conference and had to leave mid-day because my pants smelled. I cried in the parking garage. When I told the story to my middle child, not in a comical manner–I was actually looking for sympathy–he laughed so hard, he almost fell off the chair. I had to admit then that it was pretty funny and had a good laugh, too.

Getting old can be very humiliating, but the worst part is the memory stuff. You can ask me a question and maybe by morning the answer will have worked its way through and across my misfiring neural connections, but maybe not. I’ve left frying pans on the stove top that melted into twisted metal when I forgot to turn off the burner. I’ll even think, Hmmm. What’s that smell? but not put two-and-two together. Same with running water in the sink: What’s that sound? I put the teapot on, but forget to turn the burner on–or the opposite, put it on the burner with no water. On several occasions, I’ve been in stores and suddenly looked around and didn’t know where I was. My vision was tunnel-like and my hearing made everything sound like it was coming from very far away—even my children’s voices, who were right next to me.

I was confused every month trying to find, let alone pay, my bills. Who do I owe again? I’d think. Now I use online banking and that solves most of my problems, though every now and then, I inexplicably go online and pay a bill for the second time, subsequently throwing myself into overdraft. Sometimes I look back at my check registers and it looks like a crazy person wrote in them. They don’t make sense! I could go on and on, but sure enough, lesson has been learned: I am no longer impatient with older people, (most of the time) and I feel blessed to have the capabilities I do have.

Last, but not least, is my spiritual life. I have paid dearly for my awareness of spiritual laws and not honoring them. This summer I have been left three red-tail hawk feathers, which I truly have wondered about. At Sacred Circle Mandalas, Sue O’Kieffe’s site for nature-inspired and incredibly beautiful art, I read what she wrote about hawks on her blog, quoting: Sayadha, Animal Totems:

Hawk signifies union with Great Spirit. A bird of the heavens, the hawk orchestrates the changes necessary for our spiritual growth. Having this totem can be bittersweet. If we accept its presence in our life we will be asked to surrender anything that doesn’t honor the integrity of all life, be it an idea, a feeling or an action. Although hard work is involved, the rewards the hawk offers us are great.

I couldn’t have said it better myself and, I accept. Thank you, hawk.

P.S.–I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone’s.

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