Mindfulness, not Sexy, but…

One of the rich experiences of writing a blog is that whatever I am working on, contemplating, noticing or even exposed to – by self or others – becomes a topic for the week, calling me to explore it more deeply. And in my reflection you have told me that you enjoy your own resonances and reflections. Thank you.

This week, with a touch of irony, it is mindfulness. I write this having just returned the clinic keys, which I have absentmindedly taken home with me – twice this week!

Mindfulness…

I first learnt about mindfulness in 1996 from Chinese Medical Doctor, Andrew Lim, who was teaching me about chi and qigong and meditation. It was not the panacea in the Western world that it is today, but it was the start of my life-change – who knew paying attention to the breath could bring about such awareness.

For me, mindfulness is the foundation tool from which all self-exploration might step. Whether you’re Buddhist or not, the very act of mindfulness practice in the every day brings with it a range of beneficial flow-ons.

Mindfulness really isn’t advertised in a way that appeals to the average person. It’s certainly become the ‘fix-all’ in particular branches of the medical and natural therapies fields, but it still isn’t sexy.

Folk I talk with about mindfulness think it’s hard work, sitting still and trying not to think. But when they learn about the benefits, they’re sometimes ready to explore a little more…

  • less stress
  • understanding and decreasing anxiety
  • greater mental focus and clarity
  • increased concentration
  • increased harmony
  • better relationship with self and others
  • first steps in spiritual and psychic awareness and development
  • greater inner harmony
  • more energy, and
  • increased sense of wellbeing, among much else…

I used to run a group in Melbourne called Mindful Living. Working in community health meant that of the ten or so people attending the group each 8 weeks, most were experiencing anxiety, had been diagnosed with mental health conditions, some had been homeless, and others survived violent relationships.

Each one of the people in that group made significant life changes based on their experiences of mindfulness practice and understanding how their thoughts and feelings impacted their behaviour and choices.

From the smallest shift in one person contributing to the group, to larger ones that saw individuals able to do their own shopping or leave the house without a carer or assistant.

Mindfulness of course is not just for folk who experience anxiety. Mindfulness practice helps us to become aware of the ways our unconscious processes animate our thoughts, feelings and behaviours, as well as becoming more aware of our external world and how we interact with it.

And mindfulness is not just about meditation, and sitting still for hours in the lotus position. Mindfulness practice can occur at anytime throughout the day, during any activity – inner and outer. 

However, regular mindfulness meditation does enhance our ability to be present and to notice the flow of inner and outer experience in the moment.

Regular practice enables us to watch what is coming to us and how we are responding or reacting. By noticing in this way, we are free to make choices more suited to our wellbeing. 

In my mindfulness practice this week I realised that my needs are particular to me. My design is particular to me. And therefore, my alignment is something only I can make happen and be.

In this age of modern gurus and online social marketing, the personal development world has taken a giant step into our living rooms and everyday life.

We are bombarded by ‘opportunities’, ‘experts’, ‘fixes’, ‘the best evers’, emails, advertisements, groups, events and the like. I noticed how easily the sales pitches and invitations to participate, learn and know more, can spin me out of our trajectory and distance me from our alignment with Source and Self.

As I write this, an email pings into my Inbox with the heading ‘OMG!! Exclusive Offer! Are you in?’

During my meditation practice I noticed that the things I was reaching for were distractions. They widened the distance from my alignment – from the place I feel my authenticity and self-knowing. 

That’s not to say that all the material is harmful or distracting; there will be some that suits me just fine, and from which I will benefit. Through my mindfulness practice, I am better able to discern which they are, and not get swept up in the current of ‘must be more’ or ‘ooo, that looks interesting…’.

While I was writing this, I came upon a timely video about a London artist celebrating his black female friends by spray-painting their likeness around London*. Dreph, the artist, finished his interview by referring to the world’s current political climate and the great desire that many of us have to help in some way: 

‘I think we’re all under pressure to be other than ourselves, and that when we are feeling that pressure to be other than who we are, if we can just remember that we are enough, then that will go a long way.’

From my mindfulness meditation practice this week, my state of being shifted out of need, want and getting, to simply being…

In my state of being, I am able to respond to that which gravitates towards me. I observe it and notice whether it fits with who I am or whether it takes me away from my enoughness. And you can do the same.

Among so much else that mindfulness practice is beneficial for, the very act of observing our thoughts, feelings, sensations in the moment, can help us to know that we are enough.

And from that place of enoughness, we can take action available to us – whatever that is and however small or large – to contribute to making our beautiful planet sustainable and harmonious for all beings.

There are generally local Buddhist centres in large towns and cities offering free introductory classes to mindfulness meditation and practice. The Mindfulness Association in the UK offers paid classes, as does the Salisbury centre in Edinburgh. There are many online courses available, and I will have one up and running by the end of September. If interested, just let me know. Meantime, may you find peace in the moment…  

* Drugh Artist Interview: http://www.thefader.com/2017/08/07/dreph-artist-female-friends

Ancestors – Bridging into Authenticity

This weekend I was with companions remembering and honouring our ancestors. It was a deep and emotional experience for us, bringing the past forward, and the present back again, bridging and merging time.

It was my great-grandfather, Charles Duncan Rice, who came forward for me, and the more I moved into memory and the feel of this man, the closer we became.

From the experience of sitting quietly with his photograph and my inner vision of him, came a greater sense of knowing and understanding of his life. And from this came a profound feeling of family and belonging.

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Charles Duncan Rice 1872-1930

The more I let the feel and thoughts of great-grandfather Rice flow through me, the likenesses I detected between us and our life experiences increased. Charles Rice had beginnings that set him on a path. He received a scholarship for education, and became a teacher, philanthropist, scholar and orator. From all accounts, he was a learned, liberal, genuine man who was passionate about teaching and education for all. He lived in Peterhead, in Aberdeenshire, and was the Rector of Peterhead Academy for 3 decades. 

Sadly, he died suddenly, a heart attack, in his garden, aged 58 years. My grandma’s life took a drastic turn then and her ambitions to study medicine were curbed as the family took to surviving beyond their beloved Charles’ keep. She became a nurse instead, and put her healing efforts to much use in that capacity.

As the workshop afternoon went on, my kin drew nearer to me, such that I could feel his presence in spirit standing so close behind me. With the touch of his hand on my shoulder, the generations between us dissolved, and I knew him part of me – and myself part of him.

This weekend of ancestor connection made way for other realisations, primarily about how we distance ourselves from our Self.

It occurred to me that there is no distance between who we are and who we want to be; that the person we know deep within us, connected as we are to Source and our Soul-Self, is always available to us. Only self-alienation makes it appear not so.

The discord we feel between our inner knowing and our outer experience is a perception; a perception born of thoughts that wraps itself around feelings, convincing us that it is real. But this perception alienate us from our true Self. It creates a gap that isn’t actually there.

We are already, always united with our authentic Self.

It is only the perception of separation – of difference – that tells us otherwise.

And yes, if we are not self-alienating, then there is plenty ‘out there’ that will hold up a mirror to project difference onto us. If it’s not the media, educational or religious institutions, cultural norms, it is the people in our life – often our families, friends, work colleagues – who give us plenty of comparative material for us to self-deny, self-criticise and Self-separate.

What I realised over this weekend, is that it is up to us whether we want to accept the reflections and self-perceptions. It is up to us to decide whether we view ourselves ‘out there’ in the land of others’ ideas and perceptions of us or whether we decide to define and know ourselves ‘in here’, in the place of our true Self.

We can only be separated from our Self if our perception of ourselves does not marry up with who we feel we are. And as we know, perceptions and feelings have a long history of influence in our childhood and adolescent experiences. They are often reinforced by adult experiences that tell the same lies about us so that we lose sight of who we are. Still, there is a place deep within each of us who knows who we are. Sometimes that place reveals a quiet voice longing to be heard. Often it is a voice that has pleaded and cried out for years and years for us to listen.

Over the weekend, I learnt that one of the ways we can make our way back to that deep Soul place and live outwardly our inner truth, is by connecting with our ancestors. There, in a long, long line of people, there will be those with similar life experiences, hardships, traumas, dreams, habits, talents, skills, creative impulses, the same as you.

My idea of self-difference has served to separate me from the person I am in that I have thought no one will be interested in my ideas, my writing, my spiritual experiences. They couldn’t possibly understand or want to engage with my view of the world. And as such, I have shied away from expressing that view, that ‘me’; I have not offered her to the world as fully as I might.

Blending with my ancestor, great-grandfather Rice, gave me the experience, not just the awareness but the tangible experience of knowing that there is no separation. Now all I needed to do was blend my separated self with my internal self – the one who knows who she is.

As my ancestor moved closer to me, blended with me, I came to know and feel the I am who I am, and the distance I have created, which is quite simply a perception – a false one. I don’t need to fit into the mould of what I think the world out there expects me to be. I just need to be me. Along the way, I had allowed circumstance to be my excuse for separation and denial of my true self. My perceived difference, held in some respects as a badge of honour, in many ways served to keep me apart from my Self.

By closing the ancestral gap – in time and dimension – I was shown a roadmap to dissolve the gap between my distorted perception of my outer self, and my authentic Being.

It was an energetic experience. Just as Charles Rice had moved closer to me as I dwelled on him, I brought my self-projection to mind and went to that deep place within me – that core of Soul Self. And when I could hold the feelings of both in awareness, I gently shortened the cord of energy between us until we were very close. I then deepened my feelings of my authentic self by bringing to mind all that I love, adore, am passionate about at my core, and my faith, and I heightened those feelings. And then, I moved into the outer projection and we became one, and the projection dissolved in the energy of my Soul Self until only that beautiful truth remained.

You might be wondering why I simply didn’t cut the cord of energy connecting me to the projected, perception-self. Well, that would have been a short-term solution. Nothing would have changed in my thoughts or feelings, and new habits would have been all the harder to form. I had to raise the awareness, the feelings and emotional connection to my inner Light, so that I could irrevocably know what that Light feels like. I needed to blend with the lesser energy of the outward personality – the false perception – in order to feel it dissolve within the strength of my authenticity.

Now, that is not necessarily the end of the separated-self; like any new perception, it takes reinforcing in the face of daily counter-rhetoric. Supposedly, 90 days of repeated practice will form a new habit – and I intend to practice! Already, the Universe is sending me opportunities to fall back into my old ‘who I think I should be’ self. And I am kindly acknowledging them, passing them on, and gravitating towards other opportunities the Universe is offering me, and which invite me to be who I really am.

I’ll need to check in each time, and now I have a compass to guide me. Those heightened, authentic feelings that I reached in to find in that deep place, they will continue to show me the way best aligned with my Soul Self. I take that path because ultimately, that is why I am here, as you are, and once we begin to regularly walk it, the way becomes oh so much smoother.

So, I wonder if you have ancestors who might offer you self-acceptance and the opportunity to be your authentic self in the world. An ancestor who overcame adversity, who had particular qualities or even who had negative or unhealthy traits that highlight to you how change is possible… A long ago family member who can show you how to bridge the gap between the person you think you ought to be, and the person you know deep within you are.

Our ancestors are not simply distant memories or people who no longer exist. They are spirit, living energy that is not only part of us, but which may be touched, consulted and honoured. And they can teach us a great deal about how to live a connected, authentic life.

 

 

 

*Featured image from Becoming Ursa

 

NEW MOON ~ Soul Light Magic

Today is a new moon, the beginning of a new cycle, not yet begun, but finished. Change. 

Of course, all things change. We’ve all heard, change is the only constant of life. And how rich to notice the changing seasons, the cycles spinning, ending, beginning, returning again and again and again – only different.

The energy that is the force behind the momentum, and the momentum itself never remains the same. It too alters. So this new moon is unlike any previous or future one. The absence of our lunar orb in the night’s sky gifts us with new possibilities, options, energies and new opportunities. 

Today we plant the seeds. Today we spring clean. Today, we take out the rubbish, place the lid upon the can and turn away towards the new. We set intentions. And we consciously feel into the change that we desire. And we build the emotion of that feeling up and up and we release it into the splendour of the vibrating cycle of return. 

The new moon. 

It’s dark out there. 

You won’t see a path to guide you. There will be no celestial light to shine the way.

No. 

Today it is dark. 

And in this darkness, we sit. We rest. We ruminate. We move inward and we come to listen to our self. We connect with our spirit. We commune with the Great Spirit, with God. We let our guides and loved ones beyond the veil hold us and nurture us in our reflection.

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And we find in this stillness, in this interiority, a light akin to the lunar body. For that light is ever with us, always, born of the stars, before even the moon came to being.

Come to know that light. Come to know your light. 

What does that mean? 

Sometimes we see it. Sometimes we feel it. Sometimes we hear it or simply, we know it. 

For me, it appears as a column of pure, crystal white light, holding the spectrum of all colours and more. It moves and it pulses and it’s true in its essence. It holds the memory of all memory. It knows who you are and where you came from and why you are here, and it calls you to remember. And it radiates your truth through every fibre of your being, connected as it is to your soul, and all souls.

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It doesn’t matter that you might not see it. It only matters that you trust it.

There is a brilliant, shining light within you, timeless in its essence, and it is speaking to you always – not just when you are quiet or meditating or listening, but always. It is begging you to listen. 

Why? 

Because it is the light of Light. And it is destined to shine in the dark. By its very nature, it illuminates the way, it uplifts the field within and outside of you. It harmonises with all living matter and it makes the navigating of your world aligned with that harmony. It’s natural state is to flow with the currents and cycles of the natural world. 

And in this way, less hardship. In this way, more joy. 

How? 

Today, under cover of the new moon, in the energies of the returning cycle, take a moment to connect with that inner light, and speak to it – speak to your soul – let it know you care; let it know that you are making a commitment, right here and now, to listen, to take heed… 

What is best for me? What foods, what people, what environments, what activities, what thoughts, what work, what relationships, what media, what habits… 

And under the promise of the new moon, lovingly, adoringly, promise yourself kindness… and set in motion the intention to change one thing…. 

Let your light guide you to what that might be…

Say it out loud. Perhaps, write it down…

Something the light of your soul sings out to nurture your wellbeing with… 

And give it up to the new moon… speak it out, clap your hands, send it as a prayer… however it seems appropriate…

And do it with feeling… Do it with love…

And then give thanks…

Be grateful for the change that you imagine is already here… And see, think and feel it here…

And smile. Be joyful.

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If that which you desire resonates with the light of your soul, so too, it will come.

Yes it will.

Happy New Moon Friends.

‘Puckoon’ – A Gift of Care

Here I am at 730am on Monday morning and I’ve been awake since 230am. Why? Well, some of you will understand that the creative impulse knows no time!

Surprisingly, it’s quite a lovely part of the day; watching the changing light is so beautiful. And as I look out the window from my desk, the sun is already stretching well into the morning sky. 

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What have I been doing for the past few hours? I’ve been writing to my ideal reader… And I wonder if that person is you?

It’s such a precious process coming to write for my reader. I closed my eyes and there she was… her life unfolding before me. A character who is leading me to answer her questions, help her overcome her fears, guide her in her spiritual unfoldment, and reassure her that she is not alone.

And as the creative juices flowed, I reflected on the people who have helped me along the way; a number of whom were schoolteachers.

When I was home in Adelaide recently, I went through all my books, passing on hundreds to charity and retaining custodian of many. I brought a few back with me too. One of these you may be surprised to hear, was Spike Milligan’s ‘Puckoon’.

For those of you who have never heard of Spike, he was a British-Irish comedian, and I have to say, I would not have thought to buy one of his novels. But, this wee gem came my way in the mid-1980s from a temp English teacher who had a gentle, caring way about him, and it gave me succour in a year of teenage angst.

That blessed teacher wrote in the front of the book, and his words remained with me throughout the years:

‘Dear Karolyne, All the best for your future – remember anything you want to do you can do. This book should make you laugh – I hope so. Love… ‘

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I had thought the book was lost so imagine my delight when I found it at the bottom of a box in my parents’ garage.

Reading the teacher’s message again, I wondered about all the ways the Universe conspires to help us.

Small and large moments come along to help us navigate the oft times tricky matter of life. Sometimes the inspiration, guidance, kindness, compassion or generosity that comes to us counters dominant themes in our life that may not serve us best.

I’m sure if you had a think back, you’ll remember at least one person who gave you a precious gem to hold to at a time you needed. 

Of course, we may not have seen it as the gift it was then; hindsight can make rich something that once seemed everyday.

Considering the words, gestures, books, guidance I’ve had along the way, I’m inclined to make a scrap-book or a memory-inspiration board out of them.

We’re exposed to so many quotes, inspiring sayings or motivating words from complete strangers, given credence because of their fame and popularity. But what of the everyday person – the parent, friend, employer, shop-keeper, taxi-driver, florist, bartender, librarian, dog walker, person on the street… schoolteacher… What of the wee gems that the average person passes onto us…

Let us remember them today. Let us remember the gift they gave, and how we were brightened for it…

Social media is not the only repository of best inspiration…

We find that the Great Spirit works its magic through all beings…

Ready are you? Guides, Mentors, Friends and Fellowship – Helping hands along the way.

After a lovely weekend with a dear friend, I’m reflecting on how valuable a group of people or an individual is for the development of creative and spiritual endeavours. 

During this past week, I’ve had valuable conversations with friends. I’ve sat in conversation with another dear one who apprentices me in ways of magic and life learning. And, as I work on my chapter outline for ‘Spirit Talk’, I was gifted a weekend with a dear friend who has just published her first book. We spent the time discussing ideas, growth points, vulnerabilities, dreams and enjoyments. It was a wealth of sharing, peer-support, friendship and mutual guidance. 

When I consider the richness of company I enjoy – a fellowship, if you like – I realise how fortunate I am to have people in my life who nurture, reflect and guide me in my personal, spiritual and creative life. And I feel the gift it is for me to participate in that role for others.

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The Fellowship of the Ring – a band of companions for a significant journey.

But this connection and guidance wasn’t always there. When I first entered into magical study and the Western Mysteries in Australia, I was quite isolated in these endeavours. And as these studies opened me up to Spirit and the inner planes, I had little support in understanding my experiences.

When Spirit and those Otherworld contacts began speaking with me, communicating teachings and intentions, well, that was outright unsettling. How could I be in relationship with the unseen, devote my time, energy, interest and indeed, my foreseeable future to the visions and directions Their communications were leading me when convention said that was wrong?

Convention said I must be mad. Fear said that path is too hard. Fear said that demands too much of me. I was yearning for it all to be true and yet terrified my experiences were real – because I would be called to act; then I would have to face what that meant; I would have a responsibility, a duty to follow through and to be guided, and I knew, ultimately, I would have to make visible the invisible and known the unknown, revealing myself as one who communed with the Otherworlds.

And yes, that terrified me.

Then, I couldn’t tell you why it scared me so, but it did. I know now that a fear of persecution, of ridicule, betrayal, torture and death was the hidden force behind my reluctance to BE one who mediates the physical and non physical worlds. One who is both bridge and seer.

But that is what I am, and to deny it is to deny my Self. To shun it is to love a lie and decay in unfulfilled potential; to make mockery of the soul plan I entered this life to live.

And so here I am today… dropping the mask, revealing my truth. It is what I hope for you too. It is all I hope for you. Drop the mask, and live your truth.

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Dropping the mask, revealing your truth.

I did not come to this state of acceptance alone – this living truth overnight. Ever, always, constant and never failing me, was Spirit and those of the Otherworlds and Inner Planes. And just as the inner realm is reflected in the outer, the physical world sent me people who taught me, helped me to understand my unfolding, guided me through healing, assisted me in very practical ways, until I was able to integrate, accept and then offer what I had learnt.

What I know now is that it is difficult to navigate creative, healing, spiritual and personal development alone. There are times when a person needs to share, to seek guidance, to have an affirming word spoken, to gain direction, to see familiarity in the other, to know she is not alone – or crazy!

It is in relationship with a mentor and guide or a friend who is able to hold space for you, reflect and advise when required that you are freer to simply allow and encourage your spiritual and personal progress.

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Calypso meets the young Telemachus while Athena, disguised as his older friend, Mentor, looks on.

‘Mentor’ comes from Homer’s Odyssey, wherein the Goddess Athena takes on the guise of Mentor, the trusted friend of Telemachus. As Mentor, Athena encourages Telemachus in his pursuits and plans. It is this guidance and the journey that Telemachus subsequently undertakes that gave ‘mentor’ it’s meaning today. 

Unlike in the Odyssey, today’s mentor is not a goddess or god. They are not better than you – often revealing their own frailties and flaws along the way – but they do have experience that qualifies them as teacher and guide. In this way, your progress is directed and nurtured until your readiness to take the lead changes the need for the mentor.

Of course, this relationship is not one-way. The guide or mentor learns through the process and this often informs the ongoing development of the their interests and path.

The guide and mentor will listen to where you want to go, outline a path of training, framework or guidance in order to reach your goal, and hold you in support as you journey the ofttimes challenging adventure of your development. And when you are ready, that person will ‘let go’ the reigns of teaching, stepping aside that you may walk confident in your understanding and unfoldment, having attained the desired outcome. And perhaps you too will go on to guide others. 

These days, my ‘fellowship’ of significant friends and individual mentors helps me to know myself better, and to gain knowledge in areas I’ve little gleaned. They help me to stay on track, to create frameworks to assist in my creative pursuits, to give feedback on my ideas, to critically assess my work, to listen to my concerns, my pains, to hold me in my changing and healing, to consistently stand steadfast all the while I grow into myself and reveal that Self in the world.

Their value to me cannot be measured. 

If you want change in your life, to pursue a creative idea, work towards the realisation of your goals or dreams, heal or you simply need short-term guidance, I encourage you to seek out a mentor or peer support.

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Reach for support.

You likely already have a few support people in your life. Often, there is one among those people, someone who plays a particular role in your life and who could easily slip into being a regular mentor. Sometimes, a friend or group of friends or peers can fulfil the purpose. You’ll know what is right for you.

I am convinced that if we want to drop our masks of convention, complacency and existence to embrace the vibration of our centre and soul’s evolution, we cannot do that alone. We need to be in relationship with mentors and guides – whatever form they take, the single Yoda or the Fellowship – to advance our intentions and to unfold our spirit.

It is with much heart gratitude that I give thanks for those in my life – physical and non-physical – who guide and nurture me. 

 

Everything Is Always Working Out For Me

(Warning, some explicit language. Sensitive souls may wish to cover their eyes at paragraph 7) 

Last week the lovely Louise Minhas sent me a YouTube video on Facebook. It was a recording of Abraham through Ester Hicks. If you don’t know who I’m talking about, please do Google them. I had not heard of Abraham-Hicks prior to coming to Britain, but if I had, I would have said, that is what I want to be doing with my life. I want to be sharing the wisdom teachings of Heru, the collective consciousness of non-physical being with whom I share a relationship. I would have said that I want to be instrumental in helping facilitate the vibrational evolution of the people I meet. And of course, that is part of the unfolding of me in the world today.

Well, this particular video begins… ‘Everything is always working out for me… Everything is always working out for me’.

When I first listened to the recording, I sat there thinking ‘Aye, right. Everything is working out for me – my arse.’

Well, by the time, I’d finished listening to it, and ever since, I’m thinking ‘Too right – EVEYTHING! IS always working out for me.

Yes it is.

And, I can hear you from here… How? Because I was you.

I was thinking about all the ways those things weren’t working out for me. I was thinking of all the financial poo I was in. I was thinking about my health… hell, I was SO wound up about my finances that the wee lump in my booby I’m getting checked out, I was thinking, oh yeah, if it turns out to be terminal, I’ll get my life insurance policy – and THEN everything will be okay. Ha! As my nephew might say ‘What the Fuck?!’. I mean, What the actual Fuck!

But it’s true right? Sometimes our experience is that things are not working out the way we would like it. Between family, children, finances, health, work, friends, relationships, and countless other nuances of daily life, these ‘things’ may or may not be as harmonious as we would like.

And yet…

And yet…

Everything really is always working out for me.

And when I say that, I do truly believe it. I realise I have always believed it. 

There is a song some of you might remember, Bee Gees I think… ‘There’s a light, a certain kind of light… that’s NEVER shone on me… I want my whole life to be… ‘ .

Well, I remember opening a letter on my way to my parents’ place, where I was living at the time. I was 30 years old, just returned to Australia from Christmas Island, and that letter announced my acceptance into university – mature age student. Oh I sang my heart out. Walking along the train tracks, not a care in the world…  

‘There’s a Light, a certain kind of light, that’s ALWAYS shone on me... I want my whole life to beeeeeee….’ And truthfully, for the better part of my life, that is how it has been for me, belief in that light shining on and in me… but not just me, everyone. Only, I knew it then, as I know it now.  

Even when the challenges of life weigh me down, even when I am farthest away from my alignment, I know that everything is working out just the way it needs be.

Okay, so I may not know it at the time. In all honesty, I rarely know it when I’m in the thick of it. I may have glimpses of it – moments of ‘It’s okay, helps on the way’, as Abraham reassures us. But not consistently, when in those challenging times.

Often that feeling of knowing that everything is working out, is a retrospective thing. My learning just now is how to be in the presence of that knowing at the time. 

And it’s not for me to tell you to; it’s just for me to teach me to.

For how can I tell someone who just lost their job – it’s okay, everything is working out for you. Or someone who just lost a child? Or a partner? Or folk caught up in the various atrocities around the world? How to tell them that everything is always working out for them?

What I’ve come to appreciate is that it’s not my job to tell folk; it’s my job to tell me.

I will know when I can vibe with that affirmation. I will know when I can meet it. And I will use it when I am able to, and when I am not able to, I will be kind to myself, until I am able to.

And I guess that is my message this week:

‘Everything is always working out for me’. And I know that when I am in alignment with this statement – when I feel the excitement of it rising up, in and through me, then by goodness, the Universe responds immediately, and the momentum brings about reinforcing manifestations that aid my belief, my knowing that YES, things are really working out for me.

And when I am disconnected from my alignment – when I am out of phase with it – I am making a commitment now to be gentle, kind and loving to myself, until I am realigned.

And rather than telling, this blog is an invitation to you. I invite you to have a listen to the Abraham video, to take up the mantra, the affirmation.

And when you’re not feeling the excitement and joy of ‘Everything is always working out for me’, to be in whatever feeling you are experiencing and to sit with those feelings without judging yourself. To offer yourself kindness and compassion.

And when things are lighter, move into that affirmation space again…

Everything is always working out for me.

And when it isn’t, I am easy and gentle and kind to myself, until…

Everything is once again, always working out for me.

Let us ride that momentum for a while, and see what life brings us.

 

 

 

Jesus Take The Wheel

Before my regression training, I felt a silent, fierce impetus that pushed me forward, that got me up every day, that kept me on a trajectory, and which whispered into my ear ‘You’re on the right path – keep going’.

After more than a dozen past and current life energy clearings, that silent, fierce impetus is no more.

And what I’ve realised after it had disappeared, is that it had left little room for much else. It was a driving force that drove all else, but the energy of it, aside. 

I use to marvel at folks who would go to art classes, dance lessons, evening walks, theatre, singing groups, heck, leisurely holidays abroad. My impetus meant that I had little time for those pleasures.

Even though I would encourage others to take up hobbies, to rest and enjoy creative endeavours, to make time to experience non-work activities; even though I knew that this material incarnation is a gift to be cherished and experienced in all its many facets… still, my fierce impetus told me there wasn’t room for everyday pleasure, joyful abandon or simply having fun. My impetus had a trajectory, a forward urgency that relentlessly push, push, pushed me, on and on…

But my last set of regressions released that impetus. Cut it off from my life energy. It was linked to a few past lives as religious persons, and one in particular…

High up on a sharp mountainside, within the thick, medieval walls of a last bastion of a castle, I sat in my aged, male body, desperately attempting to complete a piece of writing that would ensure the secrets of a young boy’s ancestry, his bloodline, would be safe. Two men awaited my completion, for the parchment to go into the dark wooden chest, with all the other documents that needed safe keeping. Two poles had been fixed to the chest so the men could carry it beyond the castle walls and town. Time was of the essence. But time did not favour us. A loud commotion alerted me to the battle raging through the castle. I could hear it getting closer and closer – the sound of metal on metal, the muffled cries of men dying. And now, my room breached and the men by the chest cut down, and before the ink is dry and the parchment hidden, I am driven through by the sword of a knight among those who have stormed the castle; my work left unfinished.

The impetus that drove me came from this time. The religious fervour that was my drive, derived from that incarnation – a job unfinished.

And now that life is healed. And now that wound is healed.

And now that impetus is gone. The striving has vanished.

And I am left, a small boat upon a big ocean, no longer fevered in my drive towards spiritual truth, unanchored now, free to float towards a trajectory, unknowing what that is…

And, it’s like any change. It’s an ending. And where there is ending, there is a strange twilight receding and beginning. A time of inbetweenness, of uncertainty. A time that can be most unsettling.

That time can feel lost and wayward and as if purpose is unknown.

And, I know that I am not alone in this experience. That I am a microcosm of the macrocosmic inbetweenness that is our moving out of one eon or age into another; that is our changing evolution and vibrational state.

And this is played out on all levels, and we feel it as individuals. 

It may be the release of energy; it may be the job transition, the end of a relationship, the passing of a loved one, the changing of home or city or intention. It may be heightened emotions, unexplained illnesses, inexplicable concerns… A sudden or gradual change of a state or a way of being.

We are a species constantly experiencing inbetweenness but ever more so just now. In this global condition, we agreed to incarnate into as we cross the Bridge of Ages, we live with change and uncertainty. And though our individual experience often mirrors the global condition, our conscious awareness, our awakeness, can assist us in times of transition and inbetweenness.  

So, what to do? How do we live with the forces of uncertainty – in the inbetweenness?

Well, a couple of days ago, I was introduced to the term, ‘Jesus take the wheel’. It coincided with a piece I’d just written on letting go. 

Jesus take the wheel.

Let go and trust.

Let go and trust that all will be exactly as needs be. 

Because, I don’t know about you, but me, when I’m in that uncertainty, I tend to hold more tightly.

Jesus take the wheel… Let it go.

What happens when we hold tightly, latch on to, push against, is that our efforts usually cause us more unrest, hurt, disappointment.

Why? Because when we hold tight, attach, push, we do so from fear… Fear of loss, fear of hurt, fear of failure, fear of loneliness, fear of poverty, fear of all manner of things… And when we are sitting in uncertainty, fear can rise up in ways that it hasn’t before…  

Like when a person had an impetus that is no longer there…

When we let go, we don’t stop caring, but we do stop forcing, trying to control… When we let go, we TRUST that our very own, authentic, loving self will BE and DO exactly what is needed for our wellbeing.

Because when we let go, we surrender to the laws of the Universe, the rhythm of our planet of which we are part. We ride the wave that is the Symphony of Life within a vibration of harmony.

As Buddhist nun Pema Chodron says, that when we can let go of the fear, we come to learn how to live beautifully with uncertainty and change.

We let go.

Jesus take the wheel!

We let go into the space between, and we trust.

And rather than holding tightly, we can let go into all manner of experiences. We let go into family. We let go into friends. We let go into creativity. We let go into joy. We let go into meditation, dance, art, singing, Spirit. We let go into Love.

We let go into the Universe and its harmonious flow.

Jesus take the wheel.

For me that means living without striving, without that urgency pushing me forward; it means trusting that the unfolding of inbetweenness into knowing, clarity and newness, will have its own riches, learnings, opportunities.

Less impetus. More joy. Less striving. More play. 

That is my intention now – to live beautifully in this time of change.

What would it be like for you, if ‘Jesus’ took the wheel? If you let go and trust each moment in uncertainty, knowing, really knowing that even uncertainty has its beauty…