You'll be reading this the day before the election October 7th 2016
Today I'm going to write about a theme that I've encountered. That theme is reclaiming Hope. I could go through the entire process where I've seen this over and over again...but that trail doesn't matter. There is a pattern where we bring ourselves to the bring over and over again almost to stare down our mortality...and how that it is possible for us to overcome this self-destructive narrative we have created. The Spiritual Google All of us have a concept of how Karma works...these days it's part of our every day vernacular...strangely it wasn't prior to the 1930's. There was this whole Eastern meets Western Philosophy Spiritual movement that changed how we approach the world...but you can look up those details on your own. The energy we put out into the world is what we get back. What we think becomes our reality. I've explained how this is reflected in the Psychological concept of the Self-Fulfilling Prophecy. Our subconscious works to makes sure that the reality we perceive reflects our beliefs and feelings that we hold in our mind. I have another way to explain this and it's like a Spiritual Google. We are constantly sending out energy with our thoughts and it's like a google search. If we are dreading something happening we sit there and dwell on it but then we are surprised when it does happen. Yet, the energy we are adrift within can't distinguish what we do or do not want to happen. That's why when we resist something it persists. This is like going home and googling every day about the candidate you like least for this presidential election. You dig up all of this dirt on them and you can feel the fear coalescing inside about what might happen if that candidate wins. What you don't do is convey to google the reason you keep looking up this information. That you don't want this to happen. The service then starts suggesting ads and links to websites that only cause your anxiety to grow because politics excites you (which on a basic level it does but it's an undesirable excitement). That's a little how the universe works. Too often we focus on what we don't want to happen. We dwell on the negative things that have happened, perhaps hoping to prevent them, and we inevitably get what we are thinking about. Then we see that as proof that how we were thinking was right and it reinforces a negative cycle of lessons. The important thing is to bring this to the forefront of our conscious. To start to work with this idea and send different signals to the universe. Instead of constantly searching for our greatest fears we start to dream again about our greatest Hope. The Hope of the 1980's There was a lot of Optimism in the 1980's. Back then if you went into Tomorrow Land at Disneyland you could go on a space mission to Mars, or Star Tours, or experience Tron. You would even go on a circular ride called America sings that depicted different groups and time periods singing together in unity. Watch an episode of the Jefferson's you will see that there was an idea of positivism. Our homes would be in the sky, we would have flying cars and robot maids that would make our life a little bit easier by doing all of the chores we don't want to do. When did that Hope fade? The eighties also produced movies like Terminator (which came out in the eighties as well) where creating artificial intelligence triggers the Apocalypse but it was rare back then. Now there are numerous movies and shows out now where people describe humanity as a plague that needs to be washed away...whether through a robotic apocalypse, a virus or some other means that we create ore unleash. Where did we lose Hope? When did a post-apocalyptic future of gloom capture the imagination of humanity? Finding Hope Again Overwhelmingly, it is clear that humanity goes through cycles. The cycles have been acknowledged in Fashion but not so much in history or other areas of human experience. Although, as I pointed out they have been talked about a lot in Spiritual Teachings and many of them have that cycle ending now. Many attributed it to a certain year, 2012, but that's not how humanity works. If everything interesting happened in a year it wouldn't be much of a process. We have been led, consciously or unconsciously, by people to give into these dooms day scenarios. By focusing on the very small fragment of humanity that is vile...we don't feel safe. This leads to people giving up their freedom in exchange for promised security by people with negative selfish agendas. Yet, there are far more people who are honest and good working in the light then those who bow to darkness. I have met a small handful of people who were entirely evil and dark...but I've met several hundreds who are amazingly awesome wonderful people. I cannot help but believe based on my personal experience in my small pocket of reality...that we, the positive ones, overwhelmingly out number the negative. We just have to remember that and how this works. We need to stop focusing on the "Bad Guys" paraded across our television screens. We need to focus on all of the people who are blessings in our lives, they might disappoint from time to time, but they do have good intentions in their hearts. If you were to place four people against a hundred in a fighting ring...I'd say you're safe to say the hundred would win...as long as they tried and were not pacifists. Avoid Group Labels Whenever we give ourselves a label we dehumanize ourselves. When we label someone else we also dehumanize those people. Categorization helps us to comprehend the world but it doesn't capture the diversity and unique nature of each and every person on this planet. No one is more valuable then another. All of us have to work together with our individual truths to create a better world. That means not trying to force a universal truth and vision on everyone. Truth My truth is different then your truth. The set of situations I have overcome and achieved are different from yours. Truth is not necessarily universal in nature and nor should it be. As individual expressions of All-That-IS it is our duty to be unique...to distinguish ourselves from the masses to be greater more interesting companions. Our truths might change and evolve, that's an aspect of this impermeable world...but as we reach each new level of experience we need to give voice to it. We need to start working with those ideas and sharing them with others even if they are in error. Too often in our society we think someone is an "expert" and, consequently, our truth does not matter. We are too afraid to voice opinion for fear of someone tearing it down. That someone might know more than we do and because we don't have a certain education our opinion is not valuable. We need to learn to respect each others truths even if they are different from our own. Accepting that is a very important lesson. Too often in school we were taught that the teachers ideas were the only ones that were valid. Teachers and parents too often set themselves up as these all knowing perfect beings...but when we become adults we learn that they were not. We are taught that our world is one dimensional. Everything has been discovered, experienced, that life is black and white, that there are solid rules that cannot be broken and everything is known. No amount of education makes someone smarter than anyone else. Sure, a surgeon might understand how to do a heart transplant better than me. Yet I bet he would have no clue how to make a Medicine Ball Tea. We all learn about our chosen fields of interests in an evolving manner throughout the course of our lives. We can't give all of our power over to our doctors, our leaders or even our mechanics. Rules are constantly being broken. Boundaries are constantly being pushed. Yet, the common citizen is told that they cannot do this...that only certain groups, that only certain organizations and people are allowed to push those boundaries. Everything we know as rules of society, of how people should act, of how groups are expected to act...have been taught to us. They are not solid, they are not tangible...I can't pick up these social rules and ideas as I can a rock...they are abstract constructs of boxes that we choose to create and remain within. They are infinitely mutable. Our society is built on the skeleton of ideas that worked for past societies. The purpose has always been to create a network that makes it possible for everyone to achieve their desires if they do not harm others. Yet, there are people who have divorced themselves from their compassionate human nature. They think our society consists of predator and prey. They see no issue with snuffing out a life to gain their agenda. They want to "work the system" to benefit them and take from someone else. As an adult you must question everyone's motives. You cannot believe what they say, but must judge others based on their actions. When it comes to ourselves, we are the only expert that exists that truly understands us. Not our spouse, not our doctors, and certainly not some remote president is an expert on us or can provide for us. We can only trust ourselves to know what is best for us on an individual level and work to achieve what we want for ourselves. We cannot expect others to give it to us somehow because that is the definition of powerless. That is an insult to our very nature. We have vast knowledge at our finger tips, yes a little bit of knowledge can be dangerous, but we have the option of educating ourselves very easily these days. Degrees are not the only way to learn and there are plenty of people who are wise beyond their years that have never stepped foot in a college.The human mind can achieve amazing things. People in ages before could never comprehend the power and knowledge that we can access through the internet. Rejoice that you live in an age that we have such possibility. Self-Perception Epiphany Once you realize that you are an immortal multi-dimensional being having a human experience and that a part of you cannot be hurt by what happens here...it's very hard to be scared. The world becomes your playground when you realize that you are drawing to yourself all that you need to fulfill your dreams simply by positive thinking. Of course, to truly manifest what you want you have to take action. That's why I voted for a candidate that is unlikely to win my state...as a prayer request for a better system to be created. Circular logic dictates that it will not matter, I have been told that by so many...but that's a self-perpetuating act of self-defeat. Nor do I believe that the system will have to be changed by Bloody Revolution. I completely reject that in this time where we can so easily organize. Sure, they might not take us seriously at first but if it is the overwhelming percentage of the population it will not be stopped. That's why it doesn't scare me that the Republican Party from this moment will not be able to go forward the same. That's why the idea of a Nuclear War with Russia doesn't frighten me either... The Power of Action I have faith and I know that if a million people out of the billions on this planet are acting on positive hopes and goals it will have a ripple effect. If Chaos Theory is true and a butterfly flapping it's wings can cause a Hurricane in Florida....then think the affect of a million people thinking and acting positively with one another...the harmony that it will create. If each of us gives off an invisible signal and we could perceive it as a musical note...imagine the symphony that would create from a million people working to achieve positive harmony. That will easily be picked out of a discordant symphony. I believe that this critical mass of people who are aware of this has been reached. As long as they work to better the world in whatever method they can...whether it is to do the best at sweeping...or cutting wood and carrying water...the intention is what is not important and not the act. When all of us do what we can in the spirit of Hope miracles can happen....despite all of the curses in the world (Congrats Cubs!). Conclusion I have Hope. The Doom and Gloom people look like nothing but empty ineffective wraiths when you find that little spark within yourself. There are far more people working for a positive world then a negative one. Just one example is the Thousands of Starbucks Barristas who get the Unity Cup that Starbucks put out. They won't be paraded on the news unless they have some sort of disability...but each and every 'normal' person is just as important and their journey as unlikely as anyone that is labeled abnormal. We work within a nexus of energy that seeks to buttress what we want....and once we realize we are the architects of our own world...at a very deep soul level...it becomes clear we have the power to create the future that we want. I know, and I have faith, in my common fellow human beings. That's Hope and I know it can change the world.
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I am writing this partly out of curiosity myself. Listening to Peter Woodbury who does past life regressions for Edgar Cacye's A.R.E. there might be a pattern to my past lives. That I may look at the past and see how the choice than might affect the choice I have made in this life.
Some call it working out Karma, that is the traditional belief of the Hindu and Buddhist traditions. We are stuck in Samsara because something keeps ups here and that is usually Karma. The way that they describe it the experience of living int he flesh is almost detestable to our immortal spirits. I do not intend to insult any religion and I will say here that I absolutely have a deep and profound respect for the Hindu and Buddhist traditions. Their dedication may well be examples of preserving an ancient way of thinking that dates back to the time of Atlantis. I take this interpretation of the experiment of Spirits experiencing the Human Sojurn being a negative thing and that we are 'trapped' in the material experience as being a negative point of view. Also, it is a limited point of view that came about from the period of humanity where we took all of the things that were spiritual as a literal. Humanity as a whole, when they took things literally as to be completely immersed in the experience of Separation. This illusion of Separation, as I have argued in my blogs about the Shift is something that exists in our consciousness. This is what we are coming out of as we remember that we are Spiritual Beings on A Sojurn of Being Human. My Earliest Life This past life recall was from a video regression by Brian Weiss. From what I can tell my earliest life was as a Egyptian in Jerusalem during the time of Yeshua. This is the shortest one that I can remember and it was as though I was actually there. I did not get full details about this life but it was like a direct snippet where I stepped out of this life and into that one. I didn't receive any information about my parents in that life or what type of position that I held. I looked down and I was amazed at how red my skin was! My skin was a very distinct red in a way that I haven't really seen anyone's skin be in real life. I've seen red tones but not this deep red color. I think I was a girl but I'm not certain. I was staring at my hands at amazement. I stood in a small alley way with what looked like walls of sun baked bricks on either side. I was small, I couldn't have been older than ten though I did not know exactly. I looked up to where two men were standing against the wall of a building across from this very narrow ally way I was in. One wore a white strange outfit that looked more like an over sized shirt and the other wore a blue one with what looked a bit like a large scarf around his neck that was also blue. The one in blue had come up to the one in white and was saying something in hushed tones. I think he was asking the man in white a question. The man in blue seemed antsy and uncertain as though checking with the other for direction. The man in white stopped the conversation with the man in blue abruptly as I looked up at him. He had striking bluish green eyes and very white skin for the region. I found myself thinking he must have a lot of Greek blood. I was struck with the realization this man was Yeshua. Then he locked eyes with me, and he seemed to see the me in this time and place that was looking through the Egyptian girls eyes. He silenced his questioning companion and moved as though to approach me. I pulled my consciousness out of that moment as swiftly as I could. Mostly, because I utterly did not want to see a vision of Yeshua. I did know a few other things, as though they were conveyed to me as I pulled back. One was that I had given this man a small doll, that was my most precious and worldly possession. The other thing that I remember is the way I died. I was stoned to death, I leaped off a cliff and broke my neck, because I had been disagreeing with people about what Yeshua had said and what he meant. I got the impression that as soon as he died there was a lot of misinformation and people who were exploiting him for their own benefit. I have not experienced a past life since this one. I was concerned that I had done too many, almost like an addiction, and the 'memories' or past lives were contaminated with my own consciousness in this life. However, I will admit that I never ever imagined Yeshua as being primarily of Greek descent. So, that was a concept very foreign to me and subsequent research has proven that there was a very large Greek presence in that area. Also, I don't think of Greeks as having blue eyes but brown so this was a complete surprise to me. Second Past Life I am not sure when this one takes place. I experienced this one in a dream at a turning point in my life. I was sitting in a tent of some sort with great swaths of fabric draping downward from the top of it. My father was training me to be a caravan leader. Leadership of the caravan had always passed from father to son (I was male in this life). I didn't want to be saddled with the obligations of being stuck with the caravan. The work was dirty and required a lot of monotonous work. I was smoking something from a hookah that I imagine must have been hallucinogenic. (At the time I didn't know what the name of smoking contraption was as it was not popular in 1999 when I had this dream and I have never been part of the drug scene so I have very little understanding of drugs or their history in the Middle East). Contemplating all of this I looked up and into a standing mirror across from me. I was horrified to see that my face was that of a male with dark brown skin, dark curly hair and dark brown eyes. I knew that I was somewhere in the sands of the Sahara. In that dream I gave into my carnal desires and the easy way. I went to the 'northern cities' where I engaged in prostitution and didn't really have any spiritual development. I was entirely immersed in the physical world. I was asked at the end of this dream by no specific entity, "Do you really want to do this again?" At the time I knew this was a past life. I recorded it in my journal but I didn't realize the relevance to my life. At that point I rebelled against my parents and moved out of their house which took me on a very bumpy road where I was distracted by materialism (video games) and ended up with an unpleasent wake up call. Third Past Life There was another one that I was shown when I was talking to my spirit guide at one point. I don't know where I was but I was practicing meditation and was a recluse. More or less like a Buddhist or Hindu monk. I achieved a lot of spiritual knowledge in that life but very little was shown to me. That was the life that I had shared with her and that was the reason I was shown images of that life. I don't think I'm working on anything from that life. Fourth Past Life Now this one was an in person regression with Kim Trottman. I am not certain if this came before or after my dream as the son of a caravan leader. I was a child in a an ally way filled with makeshift homes of homeless children. I had no memory of my parents only the reality of being an orphan. I saw the Crusaders at the end of the ally way. The sunlight glinted off their rounded helmets that had a piece of metal extending down to cover their noses. They wore chain mail with white tunics over them belted at the waste. I'm note sure what city it was but I was in Israel. They terrified me and I watched in horror as they cut down my friends. They were murdering orphan children without hesitating. I pressed back as far into the shadows of the ally way as I could to get away from them fearing that their swords would come down upon me and stayed as still as I could. Fast forward, I am no a part of some sort of group of women that is 'like the Catholic nun's but not nun's." They abstain from relationships with men. I baked the bread which seemed to have some sort of significance. I was a portly woman, with sagging cheeks and I wore a scarf over my hair. I was one of the 'sisters' of this covenant that appeared to be Christian. I was in what appeared to be a circular hut with a fire pit at the center. I smelled of smoke from the fire. I held a child as I stood in the doorway of this hut. The child was a little boy with blond haired and blue eyed. The child was not mine but an orphan, born of rape by a crusader to a woman of the city that was not far from where this little sect lived. The child had been abandoned by the mother who did not want anything to do with it. There was a famine and I knew that I could not feed the child. I knew the child would die and it broke my heart because there was nothing I could do. Fast forward again, I am dying. I lay on a table, I am eighty years old and very frail. Few people lived to that age and the woman, my sisters of this religious sect, surround me. They are giving me the equivalent of a sponge bath with deep reverence. I choose this moment to leave my body. Upon leaving my body Kim asks me if anyone meets me. I tell her no, I know the way home. Fifth Past Life This was from a Brian Weiss video regression. This one starts with me being married. I'm creating a top hat which will go on my husband in his casket. I am crying as I make the hat and contemplate that I will be a single mother. He has been killed in an accident between a motor car and a trolley. I'm in London England. I work at a place that makes fancy hats and I am a hat maker. My husband had worked at a printing press (Ross, my current husband in this life was in that life as well) and had been walking by foot on his way to work when he was pinned between the two machines and died. My impression was that the 'automobile' was rare and that the drive had lost control of an unruly machine (I get the impression that this is in the 1800's later I look up London and find they did indeed have automobiles in the 1890's, in fact early prototypes were being worked on as early as the 1860's which I did not know at the time and there might have been rare unique cars driving around London prior to that). Fast forward, I am dying alone in great pain and I am not very old. I think of my ungrateful daughter, who I have sacrificed much for and who is not even taking care of me on my death bed. She is too concerned with her young children and husband to care about me and I know she holds a great deal of resentment for me because I was a very authoritarian mother. I feel a great deal of regret and loneliness as it seems that while I have been materially successful I died alone of a fever in bed. My Sixth Life This one was an in person past life Regression. I am a child sitting at a table that holds some sort of gambling game. The table is of green felt. The men around me are smoking cigars. I'm in a pretty little dress and sitting on my fathers knee. He adores me. Then men around me are 'uncles' and they are talking about 'business' that I know somehow is not official...more like the mob. My name is Anna. I see my mother as a weak woman that I detest who is always wringing her hands in worry. She worries about me and my fathers 'business' dealings. I am very much a daddy's girl. Flash forward, I am at a warehouse and no more than thirteen. There is a group of men and they are discussing intercepting a shipment at the dock. Obviously, they are a group of young men who are stealing something. They are going over plans. Among them is my pseudo boyfriend. We spend time in 'closets drinking liquor.' I am a teenager and this must be during prohibition. I know that I have been forbidden by my father from being with this men that the other people call "Peacock" because he likes to dress in a white suit which stands out in what is otherwise a middle class neighborhood and he's a 'pretty boy.' Other people resent him and look at him as powerful figure in the neighborhood were from. Flash forward again, now I'm on the docks. The boys are getting the shipment of whatever it is that they are stealing. I am in a different part of the docks, told to stay back so that if anything does happen and they are caught I am safe. Yet, there is a young street urchin. I am aware of his feelings an motivations as he stabs me. He stabs me multiple times in the abdomen. He's doing this because it's a way to strike out at the Peacock indirectly, to put his ego in check, because this younger kid feels helpless and powerless. When I'm found by the group of boys I am bleeding out. They don't want to call the police in case they ask questions and connect them with the loot they stole. They choose the loot over my life. They hope they can get up and walk or that they can get me away from the dock and somewhere else but I pass out. Deciding that I am dead they throw me in the ocean. I wake up when I hit the water but I am too weak to swim. I drown. My spirit stays around the body that has washed up into the shallow part of water knocking into the dock upon which I died. The body is found. Photos are taken and evidence is collected. I have very pale white skin and short brunette hair. I stay around for my big lavish funeral. Conclusion There are a couple of conclusions or patterns I can see in these lives. First, I have a tendency towards rebellion. In both the caravan son's life and the prohibition life I rebelled against my parents (as I did in this life) and chose a life of what lawlessness and indulging in physical pleasures (drinking, drugs and apparent prostitution). I lead two lives of sacrifice with two very different results. In the one when I was in service to others I died surrounded by people who cared for me and in the other my own daughter was not there. The obvious difference is that in the life as a spiritual person I was giving to others while in the other I seemed to care only about meeting monetary needs in order to take care of myself and my daughter. Also, the death of a person in two lives (the baby in the life during the Crusades in Israel and the death of a husband in London) served as a catalyst. In one it made me realize the sacrifice I had made in choosing not to have a family when the baby died. In the other, it was the realization that I had to do things alone which lead to me being very bitter. I can see why Spirit would choose the contrast of the life as a woman that belonged to a Christian sect with the life of a rebellions teenager involved in crime. Obviously, there are two extremes here. The first is choosing to live a life of self-indulgence and obtaining material success. The other is a life of service to others which turned out to be more rewarding. The direct impression I get (as with these memories it is a series of impressions, feelings and generally simply 'knowing' how my soul felt about these experiences as opposed to no exposition) is that from my souls perspective the lives where I gave into self-indulgence and material wealth were disappointing. Very little spiritual growth were obtained in those lives, indeed in the London life my soul was very sad because there was so much focus on material survival that there was very little soul growth. So in three of the five lives I can recall (the first one I cannot recall much besides seeing Yeshua which shocked me back into the here and now) I did not do so well. The life that my soul was the most proud of his the least attractive of the lives from a person's stand point in the physical world. That was the life of the "Nun who was not a nun." In that one, I had dedicated my life to service to others and had very little possessions. However, I had recovered from what was a horrific childhood and instead of being bitter I was very giving. Another staggering aspect of these readings is that, at least in the last two lives, there was very little time in between them. I do not know when I died in the London life. Clearly, to be in my teens by the time of prohibition (1920-1933) there was not much time in between these lives. Usually, there is quite a bit of time between the lives of the soul. I can't remember where I got the information but at the start of incarnating there was usually about 50-100 years before a soul would incarnate again. However, according to this source I can't recall, in recent years, at least since the middle of the 1800's there have been souls reincarnating faster with very little time between lives. Sometimes just a span of a couple of years! Looking at these past lives I am humbled. I clearly chose challenging assignments in those lives. I had intentions as a soul for those lives (in the prohibition life I came out saying, "That wasn't supposed to happen!" when I was murdered as though my soul was completely taken by surprise and confused. In the Caravan's Son life I knew that my soul had hoped that I would choose to stay and become the leader of the Caravan as my father in that life wanted). I also have a sense for what the Soul considers valuable experiences as opposed to what here, in this plane of existence, we say is important. The soul doesn't really care about material possessions and the lives of service- either as the Israel Crusade life or that of a Caravan leader had I chosen the route my soul had hoped to take in that life- were of more value. The implications are vast. Maybe we are rebellious souls that decided to go a tough route in order to temper ourselves in the fire of human experience for our spiritual evolution. The emphasis that keeping to the laws, of service to others and honoring our elders, in particular seems to be behavior we want to portray when incarnated. For me, the experience is fascinating because in the 'mind set' of the soul which I glimpsed when surveying these past lives is so much more vast than that little bit of conscious energy that we put into our physical bodies. In fact, it seems surprised by the choices made while in physical form as though it has no idea that those choices would even be considered. Also, I received the definite impression that each life is planned but because of free will in the human form and that sense of separation even from our higher self those lives don't always go according to the plan that the soul made prior to incarnating. |
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