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Predisposed to Love, Oneness, and Peace

“A life without judgment or restraint, and so without violence and law, can unfold only from a life without fear… The extent or depth of our fear is largely a conditioned response, not a natural one… An irony of history is that a child conceived, birthed, and brought up without restraint of any conceivable kind would never need restraining, not as a child, adolescent, or adult… [O]ur natural state is one of unbroken relationship with our creator, in which everything works together for good as proposed, and … the natural instinct of the child is to maintain that state of relationship at all costs.”**

 

Near the end of my chiropractic visit yesterday, I asked Angela, my great doc, to muscle test me to find out if the use of sound (via her tuning forks) would be helpful for the discomfort of the tissues in my “seater” – my gluteus region, so often painful. The answer was no, but “journaling” would be helpful. “Journal about what?” I asked. The answer was that I should  start with the current problem and that the rest would simply unfold from thereSo I invite my “seater” to talk to me and help me to perhaps gain new knowledge or additional wisdom about this life shared together. So here’s my opening statement to my seater:

Because you now carry so much physical pain, I know that it’s difficult for you, as it is for the rest of my structure and tissues, to hold yourself in your original structure and inherent state. I am so sorry; and as I write this, tears come to my eyes. Beloved body of my Spirit, I feel that I have failed you. I know that the pain is your adaptation to wounds born of an early misunderstanding by me of who I AM.

You have done nothing “wrong” and there is no failure, only a resultant pain, the source of which you identified above, one that has manifested in and through us, meaning your body and its intelligence. There is only a forgetting, so you are invited, as always, to forgive your forgetfulness. We wish to take the opportunity through this forum to share more of what you already know and live. In doing so, it is our hope that others will be invited to awaken more to themselves.

The most important thing for you to remember is that you are made in the image and likeness of something grand and that you are not meant to be sick and ailng. By “you” is meant all of humanity. Over aeons of your having “lost your collective Mind” and having lost your connection to Heart and its memory of Truth, the MindBodySpirit has adapted in ways that led to a very unhappy world. Seeing death and destruction all ’round and watching your species continually pitted against each other has only solidified the mistaken sense of separation from each other and from the Great Force that created you and all that is. No more can you remember the magnificence of your own Great Force, your Great Self/Selves.

However, more of you are beginning to wake up to the Real, which is that you are a literal Oneness. This waking has taken a long, long time (as you perceive time). The the waking is in its toddler-to-youngster stage. And it will continue to evolve, generating momentum until there comes a time when your planet, and you as living extensions of Her, will exist in peace and harmony. This is not “pie in the sky” Sunday School rap-(ture), but the normal and expected evolutionary result of your very own re-membering – coming back into the memory and membership of – your right mind.

Continue doing your bit for the unfolding of the ultimate reality and truth, just as you teach others to do the same, by holding the vision of yourself as Love; soothing each other’s hearts back into remembering and seeing the so-called other as yourself in Oneness; replacing chaos and destruction with Peace. You are fond of saying, “There is only one of us here.” Hold the truth of that in your heart, no matter where you are, no matter by whom or what you are confronted.

Your demonized human characters, such as Osama Bin Laden, are out-picturings of yourself, projections of your ages-old personal and collective pain. Though ancient, it is reinforced in each current incarnation by the commonly held perceptions of your enculturation. What this means is that you are simply not allowed to fully be who you are.

Little Ramazan, Afghan baby given second chance

You become unconscious to that pain and, unacknowledged and unclaimed, it both goes underground and is sent outward as energy into the world. It is up to those of you who have re-called (called back from the unconscious) your true identity to then project that image, which is Divinity Itself, into the world. At the same time, you are asked to call back and transmute your formerly unconscious projections onto others, and you are responsible for doing this with full and humble ownership.

If you are (and you are) aspects-in-form of a Loving Force that you call God (a rather difficult, and somewhat useless word these days, given all you have mistakenly attributed to It), then act that way! Grow up! Cease making God in your image. There is no punishing God; that belief – wrong as it is – is your fearful creation designed as a way of keeping you in your “place.” As if you are not inherently loving, sharing, generous, welcoming, and oh so warm-blooded. You see, children of a greater God, what you are waking up to is your predisposition to Love, Oneness, and Peace.

Understand that it is a deep self-hatred, not inherent to who you really are, that permits you to act in any way unkindly and unlovingly, whether your stage be that of the wide world for all to see or the inner stage of your secret heart. One and the same when all is said and done. ‘Til each of you faces and heals “the holdings of the heart” (as you, Amy, are so fond of saying), your personal and collective peace, health, well-being, partnership, benevolence, and right-mindedness will not come. You will, instead, continue to create global disasters to invite your hearts to open. Yes, by your unconscious will, you do this in partnership with Mother Earth.

By allowing the split mind to dictate via its belief in separation, you de-throne, or overthrow, the Sovereign Heart. When you come back into alignment, however, with the truth of who you are as One Nation (i.e., Being), not under, but within {God}, the real “polar shift” occurs: the Mind, now in its healed and rightful place, serves the Heart in the divine dance of partnership. With proper discernment in place, you are able to know and choose what needs to be kept and nurtured, and what needs to be pruned away. You plant seeds, ideas nourished by trust in yourself and in the Great Force of Love, that turn into grand gifts of creation and bear fruit for the sake of all Life, your Family, rather than “gifts” that lead to destruction and an ever-increasing sense of despair in the heart of your Home.

Amy, you sat down upon your body’s seat to write with us, your body, about physical pain. You did not know what to expect, nor did you know whether you would receive any answers about that pain. No enduring physical pain manifests without a corresponding pain in the spirit. When children are not permitted to be who they intrinsically are, a rupture in development occurs in the brain. Furthermore, when children are more deeply and more violently abused, the rupture repeats and deepens. They eventually no longer experience an innate freedom of spirit (God-given because they are One within/with God) and they shut down to their inalienable right to “having life, and having it more abundantly,” the inexhaustible potentials and possibilities that are the hallmark of being children of the Divine. Each one of you is encoded with these possibilities. No matter your circumstances, with few exceptions and the right encouragement, all of you can come Home to your Greater Self.

Before we end this message, we wish to amplify your recent experience with a book* that helps untangle the puzzle of what has come to be the human condition, that of the ongoing pain dance so obvious to see on your world. As you realize, this book and the research that underlies it, both personal to the author and general to the world, is of tremendous importance, as it assuredly reflects truths and, as you have noted, integrates all the realms of teaching and wisdom that so move you. You know, as the book confirms, that humanity is indeed “programmed” for transcendence. Fulfill part of your mission on your dear Earth by disseminating as you can the revelations of this book. You have already begun thinking of ways to do this, including starting a Meetup group, Facebook page, and group book study…

One last word concerning your relationship with us, your body:  Sleep more. Walk more when you can. And continue opening your heart to your “seater” and to other painful areas. Your love for yourself, already in place, could be actualized a bit more. Thank you for allowing us to share this time with you and to communicate so directly.

*The Biology of Transcendence – A Blueprint of the Human Spirit, by Joseph Chilton Pearce

**From the above book’s epilogue, p. 261

Image of book from amazon.com

Click in this text for photo and story of little Ramazan

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Soul Notes, Straight on Till Morning…

If you are a regular reader of this blog, you know that I sometimes open my mind to words of wisdom/guidance/teaching from my Higher Self. The following is one of these posts.

Just as the sky reveals its billions of stars and planets every night, all for your enjoyment and wonder (and as a reminder of where you come from), in the stillness of the Heart are multitudes of greater and greater possibilities of your own design once you awaken to who you really are.

Sometimes you feel that you cannot hear “me” – that aspect of “you” that is most evolved. Your hearing is much sharper than you realize. But knowing how much you love to write, to feel the pen glide across your journal’s silky, gridline paper, and appreciating your appreciation as you watch shapes turn into letters turn into words on pages waiting to come to life under your hand, I am delighted to communicate with you in this tactile and visual way.

You hesitate to write what it is you wonder if you are hearing, that your financial health is improving. And yes, you are correct about the tenuousness of the times in which you and others on your planet are currently living. Much is breaking down so that greater possibilities can be actualized. In the decades to come, your experience of this earth will be much more to your heart’s design.

Peter and Wendy

The more you wholeheartedly remain in your “gratitude for all things” practice, the more easily you will move through the changes now and to come on your home away from Home. Your “I’m grateful for… ” mantra is indeed bringing you more into alignment with your High Heart, the chakra between the physical heart and throat that is associated with higher consciousness and referred to as the “soul seat.” All possibilities reside in the “emptiness” of the aligned Heart. As you teach others to, as you say, “heal the holdings of the heart,” you are actually teaching them to find their own alignment with the High Heart.

It is the Realized High Heart that permits the creation of openings instead of closings, possibilities instead of failings, partnerships instead of oppositional relationships. And it is your gratitude practice in combination with your deepened willingness to “judge not by appearances” that has opened both the door of your Heart and the door of your office. These energy shifts ride the tail of the comet that became visible in the night sky of your world when you said “Yes” to the reality that it is time for you to receive what others are ready to give.

You well remember the afternoon that you and your dear Ginger kitty spent time in the closet as tornadoes were ravaging the region. You felt no fear, except once. And at that moment, to bring yourself back to your sense of safety you began to sing, making up songs for Ginger, who was, of course, fast asleep under the yoga pad. That afternoon, the songs brought peace and trust back to your heart, even in the midst of survivor guilt.

There has always been music in your heart; now, with your recent practices more firmly in place, there’s music in your world. And your heart will continue creating melodies of greater and greater possibility for your life, for your experience of your world. Remember, there are billions of worlds on this world you call Earth, each one of them unique to the individual who has created it. Even though all of you share many collective thought forms and perceptions, each of you has his or her own world. And each of you has the power within you to create it anew every morning, every night, every moment in between the inhale and the exhale.

"You just think lovely, wonderful thoughts and up you'll go."

The lyric you wrote in your twenties – “The stars are all singing and the well’s never dry, and dreams live in treetops that paint on the sky” – is true. You are limitless once you are willing to claim that truth. Perhaps there is one recommendation I could make at this juncture in your world: Rather than permit yourself to fall back down a rabbit hole of  ”Neverland” as possible for everyone but you, you might let yourself just sing your song a bit louder. By this is meant, trust what you have created; trust that it is you who has brought this new energy you are now living. You and no one else. Rather than fall into the old familiar fear of losing what you’ve gained, just sing a bit louder and hitch a ride on the first star you see tonight. Better yet, take the “second star to the right, then straight on till morning.”*

“I’m flying.

(Flying, flying, flying)

Nothing will stop me now

Higher still, look at how

I can zoom around,

Way up off the ground

I’m flying.”**

I’m Flying, sung by Mary Martin

Neverland, sung by Mary Martin

*From Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up, 1904, by James M. Barrie (“star” added by Disney, 1954)

**I’m Flying and Neverland, from Peter Pan, the Musical, music and lyrics by Charlap, Styne, Leigh, Comden, and Green

Illustrations by Mable Lucie Attwell

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I have arisen this day. This day unlike any other, yet a day just like any other. For this day, as all days, brings to me the choice to look upon myself as inherently good and worthy. And to look upon my brother and sister as myself.

What makes this day unlike, yet like, any other is the choice I make anew to lift the veil of illusion and separation I have created between you and me for purposes led by fear of Truth. You see, heaven is entered into two by two* – and entered because of my choice to see you as the Holy One, to look upon you no longer as a threat to my specialness.* Rather, to now see you as a reflection of my perfection in truth. Our deep-seated self hatred vanishes in such a Holy Instant.* And in that instant this world, also holy, is seen with new eyes.

Easter is the time for lilies, not thorns;* the time for genuine humility (the full knowing of Who we are), not specialness; the time for the heavy stone of burdensome guilt to be rolled away so that the purest light of our true Being may shine in all its beauty and power. Without guilt, we are free to look upon each other, and upon our hearts, our beacons in love, and call all of it Good.

On this Good Sunday, lift the bushel under which you have hidden your Light. In doing so, you illumine All and permit our seeing the path home to our own healed hearts.

On this Good Sunday, permit the day to be a day unlike any other as you give forth a simple acknowledgment: “I forgive my forgetfulness* of the truth of my eternal identity as the universal child of Consciousness Itself, the Mother-Father “God” of EverLove that sees not this world my fear hath made, but looks upon me and upon each of us as Itself, forever shining forth the Light of pure Love.”

Blessed Be.

*concepts from A Course In Miracles


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Your Own Great Central Sun: I will Meet You There

Your own Great Central Sun is the Light within you, the Holy Essence that fills you. It is also that which moves you toward service to the hearts of your brothers and sisters in this hungry world. It also prompts your service to the healing of your own misperceptions of who you are. This Light, according to the Great Masters, is “wisdom, knowledge, power, and above all, love.”

 

Let go the belief that to serve is to sacrifice. No matter what you have been taught, this is not so. The desire to serve is what ensues when one’s love for life takes root and then rises to bloom in one’s consciousness. The desire to serve is also our responsibility. Once awakened, the mantle of responsibility, or the ability to respond, is worn easily and effortlessly; it is never a burden because it, too, ensues out of our love for life.

It is time now – right now – to be the Light that you are. No more dallying or flitting around. For never before in the history of our human existence has such a moment as this been available to us. We are being flooded with the Light and Love of a million suns, and this unprecedented infusion is opening pathways and portals for YOU, the person reading this, to walk upon and to move through. No, not to leave the world behind, but to be here now, to declare the greatness of the creation of the world you most wish to see and be a part of. Now is the time for us to say “Yes” to the grand invitation for the sake of the All, the One we all are, and for our blessed Mother Earth as well. Out of her Elements are we made. She, along with the Great Central Sun of the Heart of God, sustains our being and offers the invitation. Today, in the midst of the appearance of drama, tragedy, and great suffering, just say “Yes!” in your heart to your own Light, your own Great Central Sun.

I am reminded of Rumi, who wrote, “Out Beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.” Say “Yes!” my brother. Say “Yes!” my sister. I will meet you there.

I love you with all my heart.

 

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Raising a Glass

A first for me . . .

In a guided meditation tonight, one in which connection with the Divine Mother was intended, I had a vision accompanied by sound. I can’t recall exactly “where” in the meditative journey I was, but I suddenly saw six or seven people seated at one end of a dining table. From my vantage point, only a portion of the table and the group was visible to. Suddenly, and as one, the group raised their glasses. As they did so I also heard the sound of their arms being lifted, loudly enough that I knew there were many more people at the table than what I could see. In that fleeting moment, though I was not part of the group, and though I had no reason to think this, I had the feeling that they just might be raising their glasses to me.

Breath - Gaia, painting by Josephine Wall (from chopra.com)

And then I “heard” the words, “You have the ability to perceive these sorts of things.” Alright, then; I’ll raise a glass to that.

 

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Mary Elizabeth Mountford Dickens, “Mame” to her friends and Grandmother Betty to my brothers and me, had a green thumb. She dearly loved flowers and raised and sold them to the public. I can see her now in her straw hat tending those big yellow-gold chrysanthemums. See, in the ’40s and ’50s, women wore mums to football games, so Mame supplied all of Roanoke Rapids with the favored flowers from her greenhouse in the backyard at 2009 Halifax Road. This would be the same backyard in which Benjamin Perkins Dickens, Grandaddy Dutch to us, taught Jimmy and me to dig to China, a path he started us on as a way to distract and entertain us the September weekend baby brother Don was being born.

Dutch and Mame in the greenhouse, circa 1953

We were staying with our grandparents while Mama was in the hospital, and I can remember missing my mother so much that weekend and asking, “Which way is the hospital, Grandmama?” I’d stand and stare out the north-facing window, knowing Mama was somewhere up that road. So I reckon Grandaddy had to come up with something else for my little four-year-old self to focus on, and something for my three-year-old brother to do. So off we went to the backyard, the first of our many efforts over the years to dig to China.

Truth is, we never got to China, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. According to Grandaddy, the preferred method of getting to the other side of the world was to pound a stob (a sorta clylindrical piece of wood) into the ground underneath the grapevine that was off to the right of Grandmama’s greenhouse. Jimmy and I pounded away that weekend, taking turns with the heavy hammer, both of us getting multiple chances to be the one to reach China first. Over time, the top of that old stob, so well-pounded by our carpenter-grandfather’s hammer, became flattened and flared at the top.

However, as I said, we just couldn’t get there. Oh, we were sure we were meant to arrive, but we had to keep stopping periodically to put a hand on top of the stob. See, that stob would get really hot on top after awhile, which was apparently the signal that we weren’t gonna get to China, not that day. “The devils’s got holt to it, chil’ren, better let ‘er go!” Dutch would exclaim. And boy howdy, we’d let go, dropping the hammer and squealing and screaming, running as far away as we could to another part of the yard. We waited. And we waited some more. It seemed an interminable amount of time waiting for the stob to cool down so we could have our second chance at it, but it was Grandaddy who was in charge of knowing when it was cool enough, not us. Finally, he’d tell us he was pretty sure the devil had let go our stob and had his hand somewhere else.

Grandaddy’s delight was in giving us those second chances, and in making us wait for them, even though Gradmama Betty would say, “Dutch, you’re gon’ give those babies nightmares.” He’d just grin his toothless grin. See, Grandaddy didn’t have any teeth, something that made him quite fascinating. I imagine we wondered when his baby teeth were gonna come in, especially since we’d had ours for awhile already. Or maybe he’d had them and was waiting for a second chance to grow some more. It was a mystery.

Second chances. Promises of getting something right; options for renewal and revival; greater possibilities. I’ve thought about all the above the past couple of weeks, even though I’d decided to not offer a second chance this winter, at least not consciously. What am I talking about? A Christmas cactus that my mother, Dutch and Mame’s little girl, gave to her little girl twenty or more years ago. See, the cactus quit being happy a long time ago. Shoot, it hasn’t bloomed in fifteen or more years. Last year its leaves got so wrinkled it may as well have been the elephant in the living room, albeit a pale green one. After online research, and finding a really nice man who told me what to do, I felt like all that work was more than I wanted to mess with and decided to put it on the compost pile. But then I figured I’d just stick it in the laundry room (well, “room” is a lie; it’s more of a closet with a window). “At least for now,” I told myself, “it’ll be more or less out of sight and I won’t feel so embarrassed by it when people are in the living room.” (What? You mean you don’t take care of your houseplants???) I water ‘em, but I’ve never claimed to have Grandmama’s green thumb.

But once in the closet it was still on my mind. Sorta like Mama up the road giving birth to my new brother, I kept thinking about it. Sadly. And guiltily. Even though I hadn’t stopped giving it a little drink once a week, it was still gonna end up on the compost pile. Then, about two weeks ago, one afternoon late I went in the closet and something caught my eye. I turned on the light and found . . . Ta Da! Buds on leaftips and even some new leaves, all prettified, plumped up and screaming green. Dang. I mean, really! I could hardly believe my eyes. It was like I could hear that cactus talking to me. “Don’t give up on me yet! Please don’t throw me on that compost pile!”

Mr. Charlie Revival

Needless to say, Mr. Charlie Revival is now happily sitting in my office, the star of the show (in spite of some pale leaves), partaking of the same good light it had in the closet and raking in compliments from clients. In having his story told again and again, he’s exclaimed over, made an example of, and just plain welcomed. And he’s teaching us all about second chances. We need them; we all deserve them. And I’m thinking that with this one as a reminder, maybe, just maybe, I could head out to the backyard and make it all the way to China this time. And . . . if Mr. Charlie ends up on the compost pile, well, then you and I will know he went out in a really big way.

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Goodnight, Moon

Essays: Goodnight, Moon  20 March 2011

When I was a teenager with my first car, a 1965 VW Beetle convertible, I’d sometimes drive home with no lights on late at night after being with friends. I’d start out legally enough to get across the bridges spanning the White Oak River between Swansboro and Cedar Point, but then I’d turn off the lights, gladly risking getting pulled and trusting the full moon to assuredly light my way home. I never got caught. I enjoyed the risk, and I relished the thrill of being one with the moon in the brilliant, shining darkness.

Yesterday and today mark a highly significant moment, both astrologically and seasonally, in our planet’s (and our own) evolution in consciousness. Last night’s moon reached full within one hour of its reaching perigee, the moment when it’s elliptical orbit brings it closest to Earth, and so she appeared to be nearly fifteen percent bigger than usual and about thirty percent brighter. The last time a so-called “super moon” like this one occurred was in 1993. I like to think she almost came home last night. It would have been a great time to ride down the road with the lights off. (The photo of the Super Moon to the right was taken in Turkey by Rasid Tugral.)

At 7:21 p.m. EDT today, March 20 (I just glanced at the clock on my computer, which happens to read 7:21 PM), the Spring Equinox occurs in the northern hemisphere. Its advent brings to the entire planet an amplification of cosmic energy unlike any our Earth has experienced in 35,000 years. Last night’s Super Moon has helped to usher in this exceptional energy that I will call the Energy of Enablement and what others are calling the Cosmic Trigger. It is a deepening of the era of “clearing” that we have been in for some time and is meant to enable an even deeper releasing of limiting beliefs, judgments, and behaviors, along with amplifying the refining of our deepest hopes, intentions, and highest longed-for outcomes within the emerging Consciousness of Unity. Some are referring to this time of the Equinox as a crucible of sacred purification to move us beyond duality. So if you find yourself coming face to face with yourself, that’s a good thing. Look into your heart and hold nothing back from yourself; give what you no longer wish to claim to the fire of transmutation, then claim the highest good for all that you can imagine.

In the words of Bobby Dylan, “the times, they are a changin’.” Indeed. A polar shift is occurring: a shift from duality to plurality; from our being carbon-based to silicon- (crystalline) based; from expressing fear to living Love. And the energy of the Divine Feminine, so long suppressed, this Creative Principle of God/Goddess/All That Is is returning to balance and align the poles of Mind and Heart. Mind is meant to be in service to the Heart, and it is these poles shifting that will restore balance to both Earth and humanity.

Last night I sat on the porch in the swing and watched the moon through the shimmering screen. Held in her luminous bathlight, tears of connection falling, I meditated on all the above while once again giving myself over to That Which Cannot Be Named.  And when I awoke this morning at 6:23 EDT, I pulled sweatpants and a jacket over my ‘jammies and drove a mile to the farm so that I could say “Goodnight, Moon” as I witnessed her slow setting behind a small bank of grey-blue, mountain-like clouds. I calculated the years till her next appearance as Super Moon and realized that in 2029 I’ll be seventy-seven. I hope I’ll still be here then. If so, I’ll do what I did this morning – stand in a field and join the birds as they sing with the dawn and put the moon to bed. I sang the song I wrote a couple of years ago for my consciousness evolution students and I to sing at the end of our gatherings. The music has an Irish tune and lilt and is a hymn to both the reality of Oneness and the illusion of Separateness:

 

When All’s Said and Done

I will sing with the dawn at the rising of sun

I will put moon to bed when the deep night is done

For the sun and the moon are the two sides of me

And when all’s said and done we’ll be back home and free.

Till time is forgotten I’ll tend us with care

I will bathe in the moonlight and swim in the air

Knowing bluebells and wrens are but others of me

And that when all’s said and done we’ll be back home and free.

When my burdens are heavy and peace won’t be found

When the road seems too long and I keep falling down

I’ll return as I can to the Truth that doth free

And know the Home that I’m seeking is inside of me.

And while homeless and hopeless are easy to find

In the hell and the heaven of two-fisted mind

I will let sun and moon simply do what they do

Knowing Bluebell and Wren be the One, not the two.

So I’ll sing with the dawn at the rising of sun

I will put moon to bed when the deep night is done

For the moon and the sun are the two sides of me

And when all’s said and done I’ll be back home and free.

Yes, when all’s said and done we’ll be back home and free.

©2009, Amy Pierce

Last night’s moon over Manhattan (unknown photographer)

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