This is so beautiful I wanted to share it. I don't know the name of the song or songwriter. A friend translated the lyrics (Post note - See my comment following for correction and attribution):
"I am my voice that I haven't known, I am the truth inside the chaos, I am the rights of the people suffering in tyranny, I am freedom fighters that aren't afraid, I am the secrets that didn't die, I am free, my words are free!" ... Singer is Amel Mathlouthi
I start with where I am, move outward, then back to center. Lessons appear at every level.
Last week I flew from Washington to Washington, then back again. I'd almost canceled the trip because it seemed pointless. Communication with some siblings was so fractured and unresponsive. I've been conversing with my mother via thought messages delivered through higher levels, a very effective method as her physical status declines.
Since Christmas, a month ago, I processed through all the feelings raised in the course of conversations and emails with my siblings. And I let go. I let go of trying to influence the situation. I let go of hopes of that the communication patterns would change. I let go of wanting to maintain relationships with a couple of them. I let go of wishing they would recognize the value of my professional experience in law and health care and terminal illness. I let go of hopes that finances would be managed to avoid great losses to my mother's estate in this volatile economic state. I let go of hoping they would wake up. After letting go of all this, there didn't seem much point to my making the trip back to my mother's home, but I went anyway. Ticket paid for and all.
What wonderful gifts I received in response to all my letting go.
My brother picked me up at the airport, even though my connecting flight had been delayed in Kansas City and my plane didn't arrive until ten minutes of midnight. He was sitting on a bench just outside the security gate, waiting for me. Smiling. He said he'd figured I'd be hungry when I arrived and had gotten some treats to share. This never happened before. We chatted until 2:30 AM about political and world events. "I'm so glad to talk with you about all this, I've been feeling so alone with no one to talk to who would understand." Music to my ears, as they say. My brother has woken up. My sister arrived the next day. She is now wide awake too. Only two still hanging out in sleep. Then in the moments before leaving for my return flight, one dozing sister echoed my alert that we needed to shift investments out of municipal bonds before the cascade of state bankruptcies begins. Wow, what I wanted is appearing!
Sometimes I almost forget the key to manifesting...put out clearly what you want, then let go completely of the outcome. Leave wiggle room in your perspective as to what may appear. So very important to leave wiggle room so that miracles have space to emerge, when they're so inclined. Notice what changes, even if small or subtle.
Or not so subtle. Look! People are waking up all over!
Out in the whole wide world the courageous Tunisians have modeled the effectiveness of standing up. One dictator out, cabinet cohorts out. What it took was one 26 year old vegetable vendor, Mohamed Bouazizi, repeatedly harassed and humiliated by police and denied the permit to sell vegetables, setting himself a fire and igniting an overthrow. Now Egypt. I've been glued to the computer all day watching the news. This is the best first person account I've read. More than one source reports today that some Egyptian military are standing with protesters, rather than with the police. Word out is that the people of Jordan and Yemen are following right along. Global revving up. We're watching The Powers That Were's biggest fear emerge into reality, the people are waking up, standing up, and claiming their Free Will.
The US government isn't sure how to respond. How could they, without revealing their true agenda? Our tax dollars paid for the armored vehicles being used against the peacefully protesting Egyptians. Everything is interconnected. The elite have done a very good job marketing freedom and democracy throughout the world, and people have listened. As their hypocrisy continues to be unmasked, they'll have to reap what they sowed; people demanding freedom. The irony is not to be missed.
I'm sitting here at my kitchen counter, in the land of the freedom and democracy, wondering as I type whether anything I've written here could be misconstrued as inciteful. Or if following friends' posts on Facebook could draw unwanted attention? Getting first hand accounts and photos from Tunisia and Egypt as their revolutions unfold is a good thing, isn't it?
I've put out what I want: a quick, non-violent transformation of the planet into what it was meant to be, a place where we all, each and everyone, live in peace, joy, and harmony with one another and with the natural world. I've let go of the outcome. Because I really don't know what's going to happen. My perspective leaves plenty of wiggle room for possibility. Even if small, I notice the changes for the better. The act of observing changes the outcome.
We are four weeks into the year of more change than we can comprehend.
The immense changes taking place as we progress through this Great Transition play out in our individual personal lives. Last Saturday I read Les Visible's post, What if We all Just tried a Little Harder? in which he asks readers to do what they can on a daily basis to alleviate suffering in the world around them. I appreciate this request that reminds us that we can make a difference in people's lives. It came at a perfect time for me.
The day before his post, I'd discovered a rather vindictive act my brother had taken against me. The overall effect of my brother's action is not of much concern to me, however that he acted at all under the circumstances and the deceptive process he chose were very unsettling. Since he was a very small child, age two or three, my brother has been angry and defensive, and he's never liked me for reasons I've never discerned. Despite this, I've treated him with kindness and understanding, and helped at times when he needed help. Reading Les' blog post when I was still somewhat stunned, really highlighted the contrast between those who seek to alleviate suffering in the world around them and those who seek to inflict it.
It's always interesting to observe the timing of when things happen. The circumstance of my mother's declining health brings me back into some level of purposeful interactions with my siblings, as compared to sporadic casual conversation, right at the cusp of a huge expansion of consciousness. I ask why am I being brought into a position of participating in decisions and plans with family members whose perception of reality differs so vastly from mine. We view everything as if we're on different channels. Their channel no longer matches my perception of reality and they don't even recognize that my channel exists. Being involved with my family of origin gives me the opportunity to confirm that I've worked through, cleared and released most of the old issues, and raises a few remnants for examination and release. That's for all of us in the next few weeks, the last phase of clearing out the Old.
Today I realize that in the past few weeks' family dealings I've made the big step to truly owning and being comfortable with the fact that I have no control. I can put out suggestions and share my observations, but I have absolutely no control over the outcome. And most importantly, that is OK, even when the outcome I foresee based on their choices is not such a good one. It is what it is. They each have the free will to make their choices. There is nothing they do or say that changes who I am. It's a good thing to measure where I am now in relation to where I came from.
I'm keenly aware that the pace of everything continues to speed up. Around the planet, the dark forces quicken the pace of implementing their atrocious plans, as if they know that their time is soon coming to an end. Which it is. Earth too has quickened her pace of releasing the old energies of fear, hatred, violence and blood spilled upon the land. Snow storms, rains and floods washing away the old. Volcanoes and quakes releasing the energies that Earth absorbed on human's behalf, energies which have never served her. Our loving Earth. The magnetic poles are shifting and the magnetosphere growing more unstable in preparation for reversal of the poles. Earth needs to flip things around. In some instances, a literal change needs to happen in order effect the figurative change.
The New will really begin streaming in at the March Equinox, with another exponential increase of energy and pace. The Old systems that sway erratically from instability will start visibly collapsing, making way for the New. We're going to have a wild ride crossing dimensional boarders from the third to the forth dimension. I find myself growing more and more excited as I consider what's just ahead. Not that I know what's going to happen, I don't. Yet some part of me appears to remember at the cellular level making such a dimensional transition before. It's an honor to be here incarnate on Earth and join with her in Ascension to the forth dimension.
I look out at the transition occurring on a planetary level and see it's reflection occurring in my family of origin. The Mothers preparing for their imminent transition to another dimension. The children each responding from the level of understanding and growth they've attained. Releasing what was known and familiar. Letting go. As Above, so Below.
In the early hours I woke with a jolt, second guessing whether any sentence in yesterday's post could be misconstrued as a call to revolt. Not a good feeling. It's readily apparent to all who know me that I abhor violence in any form, other than necessary self-defense, so only advocate non-violence as a means to reform. At the same time injustice sets off reverberations coursing through my soul and drives me to speak out, as it should. If there ever was one, this is a time to act with great care and forethought.
I've written on more than one occasion that one of the major lessons presented in this time is for people, individually and collectively, to own and assert their Free Will. Free Will to chose for yourself is the birth-right of each incarnate on this planet. It's so important that we acknowledge our right to choose and make our choices consciously.
Each of us came into this lifetime here on Earth to take part in this Great Shift. Prior to coming in, we each made agreements as to the roles we would play in assisting humanity through this enormous and complex process of transformation. To add extra interest to this grand experiment, we came in with the veil of forgetfulness covering our memories of who we are and why we came. Fortunately from the higher level of wholeness we've been guided by synchronicity and coincidence along our chosen path, with gentile nudges and running head-long into brick walls when we stray.
One of my chosen purposes, as I'm still discovering over time, is to inspire, uplift, assist others in understanding their magnificence. This sounds grand, and it is a very honorable role. Yet in practice there are many ways of assisting, some of which, like unintentionally pushing people's buttons thereby raising their unresolved issues for them to sort through or not as they choose, aren't so pleasant an experience on my part. Having people go off at me when my conscious intent towards them is kindness and understanding is not so enjoyable. It helped when I finally understood that assisting comes in many forms and not to take everything, really anything, personally.
In the big transition plan there are those who came in to help bring down the systems, those who came to give their life for the cause, those who will offer sustenance and compassion to the injured in the fray, and those who came to create the new. Some came to be in the public eye and others to work quietly among the masses. Early on, before I really understood anything about this Great Shift, I received very clear guidance that I was not to be involved in bringing down the systems. OK, good, I like to create new things that serve the interests of All. However, I detest injustice and inflicted suffering. And I'm the daughter of an activist, so there may be a genetic and socialization component as well. It's sometimes difficult for me to keep my mouth shut and stand by patiently until we reach the rebuilding stage. Really screws up the play if the actors are so gung-ho to get on stage that enter before their cue. And doing so could threaten my ability to fulfill my chosen mission. If I allow myself to get caught up in the bringing down phase, I might not be here for the creating anew phase. (this is not to ignore that from more than one perspective creating anew has already begun.) Hence, I want to choose my words carefully and not draw attention from certain factions of society who do not appreciate the value of human freedom.
Another of my roles is to witness. I'm not at liberty to share much at this time about those who came to witness, so please excuse the cryptic nature of what I share here. Awareness is just beginning in the larger community. I see it in the increased use of a specific word in the writings and descriptions out in the world. Though the word is not yet spoken or written in full conscious awareness of it's meaning, other than by a small handful of people. Suffice it to say that the broader conscious awareness must wait until after the dark forces are vanquished. This is true for other things as well. There is much that will be revealed when it is safe to do so.
What's important for each of now is to get really clear about what our roles are. The curtain's gone up and many of the actors are already on stage. If you're supposed to be on stage now, and you're not, get out there. If your entrance cue is coming up, be ready in the wings. If you're not on till act II or III, wait backstage, prepare yourself, help others prepare, and offer encouragement to everyone about to make their entrance. Don't crowd the wings because you'll be blocking the way for those who need to make their entrances or exits and make it difficult for the stage crew to handle light cues and scene changes. It can also distract the audience to glimpse people waiting in the wings, and believe me, the audience needs to learn everything they can from this show. Most of all, remember, you came here to Earth fully prepared. You will be magnificent!
I have a small engraved sign that used to sit on my desk when I was practicing law that says, "What would you do if you knew you could not fail."
I've grown weary of reading any more articles describing the elitists and their plans and past activities to destroy economies and people. I already know this and find no additional benefit from reading another take on the subject. While I do look out for new information, like mobile prison watch towers popping up in Walmart parking lots, the bird and fish kills occurring this week, and the precipitous decline in the bee populations, I see no point in rehashing what we've already known for some time.
The rehashing is in many ways self-defeating. By restating and restating in all assorted flavors of analogies, it only serves to confirm their presence, making it all the more manifest, and increasing their power, especially if people let fear get invoked. This is not to exclude the value of educating those who are newly awakened, but isn't there enough descriptive info out there already?
I also don't mean to diminish the importance of previously hidden secret activities coming into the light of scrutiny. Exposure is hugely important. Darkness ceases to exist when exposed to Light. We saw an illustration of this in the broadly distributed information about their plan to nuke Iran, the predicted "Israeli Mistake." By exposing their plan ahead of time, it caused a retreat and hasty switch to plan B. (This article by Clif High is worth a read. He gives us a concrete example of our ability to alter reality through our attention and emotions) Let the new information come out into the Light. We also need it to keep up with the current state of what is around us, know what we're dealing with, and thwart the plans through our focused attention.
What I keep watching for and don't see enough of are the new ideas of what we can do to usher in positive change. I'm ready for the next phase. I want the implosion to come already. (This link is one of the best explanations about the financial crisis to come. Excuse the sales pitch at the end though) Tonight I'm tired of waiting. Isn't it time to start picking up the debris yet? Isn't it time to really start creating the new reality we dream of in our heart where every person is respected and appreciated, where the natural world is cherished and learned from, where we create with cognizance of our connection to All? Imminent can be interminable every once in a moment. Sometimes impatience gets the better of me, and when it does, it's best to refocus and put our energies back on preparations. I remind myself that my every act of kindness towards another person or animal, my every act of stewardship of the earth is an act of rebuilding.
Last night I went to volunteer orientation at the Red Cross. Wow, I learned a few things I didn't know like the Red Cross receives zero government funding. It allows them to keep their mission and fundamental principles intact: Humanity, Impartiality, Neutrality, Independence, Voluntary Service, Unity, and Universality. I'm liking the Red Cross more than I thought I would. In the next few weeks I'll start training for managing logistics on the Disaster Action Team. A bit daunting when the volunteer coordinator shared that in a disaster, the ceiling tiles in the classroom are removed, wires for phones and computers drop down, the room turns into the logistics management headquarters, and the pace is intense. I also learned that a former astronaut also serves on the logistics team and that she's a very dynamic woman who's gone to space three times. From time to time people have called me a space cadet, perhaps we'll get along well. But seriously, I would love to talk with someone who's traveled in space about their experiences. Very cool, unexpected prospect.
Silver prices dropped the past two days and I've added a little more to my small cache. The premium charged by the coin dealer for "junk" silver (1964 and earlier) is much smaller than for new silver Eagles, 62 cents vs. $3. The coins are more interesting too. This augmentation contained a couple of half dollars from the 1940's, some Ben Franklins, and a few John F. Kennedy's. A woman in the shop was inquiring about whether or not it was a good idea to trade in the sterling silver flatware. Easier to trade with silver coins and bullion than with forks and spoons she was advised. Might not be a bad idea to cruise through the antique markets searching out bargains on silver flatware. My guess is that in tight economic times there are people unloading the old, unused family silver to make some cash.
I've familiarized myself with the grocery and health food stores in town and joined the local coop. After years of being warned to store food, we're seeing the first glimpses in the news of how threatened our food supply is. These two facts were confirmed at the training last night. In a disaster, gasoline is all sold out in one day, food in the stores within two to three days. Again, I'm adding to my food storage. The coop gives a fifteen percent discount for bulk purchases.
Tomorrow morning, I'll review what I have in the way of gardening equipment because some things, like hoses, wheel barrow, large ceramic pots, and most of my tomato supports, never made it onto the moving truck. That tender blue kale I've discovered here turns out to be Italian kale. Ordering more seeds is a priority. Last year it was difficult to get some seeds, like heirloom onions, they were always sold out. My advice, get your seed orders in now, if you haven't already done so. With that horrendous food legislation now law, we have to move quickly. Over the past two years I've built up a good store of heirloom vegetable seeds, still I believe that adding more will not be too much. Others will need them, or the food they produce.
We do the best that we can do. It's 11:11 right now.
