Tis the Season

Tis the season

So here we go again. Avoiding the crowds, trying to remember addresses, sizes, likes and dislikes of those you love. Wondering if you sent out the cards, hoping you didn’t forget anyone, cursing the traffic, the inflated prices, that idiot that just took your parking space. Hmmm so this is Christmas?

What happens to us this time of year? We are so stressed and panicked, so not in the loving spirit this time of year portrays. We blame other emotions and stress on our unbalanced feelings. But is it really?

See I don’t think so. I think the stress; the imbalance is purely our own doing. We look to outside sources first this time of year because quite frankly there are many of them. But we are adept at keeping the unwanted energies out. We know how to shield, block, hide from those things we don’t like. But there is one thing you can’t hide from try as you may.

The end of the year is coming, and it’s a time of reflection. We can look outwardly at what others have done, or missed, but to look inside often times isn’t as easy. We see a homeless man standing on a corner with a sign, doesn’t matter what it says, your first thought is fear actually. That could be you if life had treated you differently, what if you didn’t get that lucky break, what if that government assistance wasn’t available, what if you weren’t whole, strong and hearty. So we give, we look back at that time when your life was on the edge, and someone lent you a hand OR we grimace, no one helped me, get over it buddy and we move on.

We are the sum total of our experiences and that is all we know. We learn and grow at our own pace, but now, the year is ending, and we didn’t get done what we think we should have. What about that relative that passed on, we should have been kinder, more available, more loving. Or that birthday we missed, the hurt that much have caused. Or that love we didn’t appreciate, took for granted, dismissed.

We are human and it seems we tend to focus on our short comings this time of year, not the smiles we shared, the love we offered. And there is a whole group of folks doing the same thing. That hurried frenzy is not the stress of the holidays; it’s the knowing we could have done better. It’s the inability to allow ourselves the right to be wrong, to make mistakes. How else can you learn?

So if you do choose to look back this time of year, look for the kindness you offered, the joy you shared, the accomplishments you made. Look at the love that has been spread around, the joke that made a sad person smile, the hand you held, the helping hand you lent. Nothing is too small, or too big. Every act of kindness or understanding helped another.

May you find peace and joy not just this time of year, but every day. It’s out there, you have but to look. Thank your Creator for every new day, every chance to start anew. Enjoy this moment right now, for what it is. Oh look that moment is gone, hoped you liked it.

~peace~
Rev. Wonder

The Season is upon us

The season is upon us. That time so magical as children, so uncomfortable as adults. When you cast away the magic, take away the joy, it becomes a time of “have toos” and stress. There no longer is a reason for the season. A beautiful sentiment of joy at what has come your way becomes a sinister political upheaval for some. So in the name of political correctness all words must be measured and doled out in proper order. We cannot praise our Lord because it may offend another. What if there is just ONE God, but many names, would this God approve of the turmoil a simple name can cause? Would it be to His/Her liking to see such stress over something that should bring light and joy to the masses? And for those that don’t believe, is it so bad to allow someone their faith if it brings them a smile and warmth now and again? I am so sick of it all. I will give thanks this Thursday, thanks for health, love, family and friends. Thanks for God, the earth, the sun and the stars. Thanks for trials and foes, thanks for strength and joy. Thanks for my time here in this life, thanks for those that have touched my life and for who’s lives I have touched. Thanks for confusion and pain, understanding and gain. This Christmas I will honor my faith. God the Father, Jesus the Son, the Holy Spirit that connects us to it all. I will not tell another how to believe, I will not force my thoughts on another soul. But I will let the light of the love of God to move through me. And to all who join in, the light in me honors the light in you. And to all who don’t join in, I say the same. Can we pray for Peace on Earth, and Good will towards man?

Happy Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving blessings
The table is set

The dinner is done

The kids are out playing

Having some fun

But there is something missing

A thought I can’t catch

It’s driving me crazy

Like an itch I can’t scratch

It’s from those that have left us

It’s them that I miss

The memories are fleeting

Like a soft gentle kiss

I see you up there

On a cloud in the sky

A smile on your face

The twinkle in your eye

And I see from you face

In your heart you’re elated

Looking down at the family

That you have created

They are bright and strong

And so full of life

They take good and the bad

Pleasure and strife

I see you and others

All whole and all strong

It’s hard to believe

You have been gone this long

I see more in the back

Folks I don’t know

They smile and watch out

For us down below

For they are the ones

Who have come to bear

They passed on their essence

Their traits we do share

Will you do me a favor

Some time when you’re able

Thank God for our friends

And the food on our table.

Wild Empath Chronicles - Lessons

Wild Empath Chronicles – Lessons

There are many people that believe we make a plan before we get to this life. We have things to teach and thing to learn. We have a host of helpers as guides and soul family we reconnect with here on earth. It is a strange concept, but one that makes great sense to me.

Last night I had a dream, it was about a guy that came to get a tarot reading and requested one with tarot and indian medicine cards.  I was doing a 10 card spread kind of a north as a connection to the Divine, south as a connection to the earth, east as a connection to your logical self, west as a connection to your intuition, and the middle was of things to come, or look out for, depending.  The two cards he drew for the north were the Hierophant and the Badger reversed.  I read these cards as a struggle to maintain a love of God, while at the same time being very angry at him.

He agreed that it was true, and it was because he had lost his sister, and to him it was a senseless death. At this point I woke up. Wondering why such things do happen. I thought about what I see on the news, innocents harmed for no apparent reason.

I was reminded of the concept that we make out our plan before we get here. I pondered over the thought that some come to teach. And in order for that lesson to be fully learned, there must be sacrifice. That got me wondering why in many faiths a sacrifice was offered up to the Divine.   Could be like a preemptive move to hopefully not have to pay that sacrifice in life?

The concept of sacrifice is not new. We know we have to give up something to get something else. We give up time at a job for a paycheck. We give up our innocence to become an adult. We sacrifice our family unit when we divorce.  And we mourn all these things when it happens. These are small compared to loss of life, the ultimate sacrifice.  But we don’t see the whole picture.

There is a story of a child sitting at his grandmother’s feet, and she is working on a needlepoint. The part the child saw was all loose strings and strange stitches on the bottom, but when he looked at the top, it was a beautiful picture. To me that is how it is with God. We see the weird pieces, but we can’t see the beautiful picture.

Sometimes the lessons of sacrifice have to do with making us better people. We get complacent, we forget to honor those around us. When one is sacrificed the lesson is learned and we really look and appreciate what is truly important.

In this country we live in a world where no one wants to sacrifice anything and yet achieve their goals.  Everyone gets a trophy, taking advantage of others to better your standing; there seems to be no consequences.  But the consequences are huge! People fear making a mistake. If you don’t make a mistake you aren’t trying hard enough to be the best you can.  There is no moral code, because living that way it was never learned. The basic tools of how to cope are not taught, because there has been no sacrifice to learn them.

When it comes to lessons sometimes we are the example, sometimes we are the teacher and sometimes the student. There is no one that is just one of those things.

Just sharing thoughts I had this morning.  Hope you easily learn your lessons for the day.

On this day, the day of the anniversary of the deadly attack on the towers, we remember the loss, the fear, the knowledge that everything had changed and someone attacked our wonderful country out of hate and madness.

But what did we learn? After the attack the pendulum swung far to the hate filled side, wanting justice for the thousands of people killed. Hatred of a group that harms others for their own benefit. We wanted justice, understanding, a reason for it all.

As time went on we realized there was no reason, and there will be no justice. How do we reconcile that? The pendulum keeps swinging, now to frustration and still fear. Sadly people were hurt because of the color of their skin or their religion.
Hateful fools jumped on the bandwagon, wanting to hurt someone, anyone to stop the madness in their soul. But that doesn't cleanse you of the pain and fear either.

Then we must focus on the bravery that showed up that day. Not just those trained and hired to keep other's safe, but the people in the building helping each other through the rubble, taking a hand, sharing a word of encouragement. I am sure there are some that pushed and shoved their way through to get to the exit as fast as they can. But there were some that took responsibility for those unable to help themselves. This is a true hero. The might not have made it out that day, and tear may have been shed for them, but to those they helped they will never be forgotten.

So this year, instead of getting angry all over again, especially those who actually watched this on the news that morning, that rubbed their eyes because what they are watching seemed so unreal. This year say a prayer for the heroes, and the families torn apart that day. Remember what you saw, the resilience of the American People. Let the pendulum swing to the center again, let us remember this is the best country on the planet, with so much to offer. Never take that for granted.
~Peace~

Wild Empath Chronicles WTF

She was looking from above, an observer to an odd set of circumstances. There were people milling around in an older building. There was one big room, the carpet was worn, and there were cheap metal chairs here and there for the people to sit it.

As she watched a woman entered the room. She stood at the front of the room and was drawn to three men standing in the same area, none of them acknowledge the other. The stood a respectful distance from each other aware of each other, but never getting or giving eye contact.

The woman walked across the room. She was hard to describe. She was dressed in slacks and blouse in soft earth tones and a simple sweeter. She moved very fluid, almost like a feline. Easy gentle stride that didn’t match the gentle look she appeared to have. As she strode across the room, people parted to let her through. She never made eye contact until the gentlemen noticed her moving across the crowded room.

As the woman approached the first man, she didn’t say a word. She took in his strength, he was tall, easy smile in his face. He was standing with his feet shoulder width apart, arms loose at his sides. Although he appeared relaxed, he seemed coiled up inside, like a snake ready to strike at any moment. As she glided to him she noticed she had his full attention. She wasn’t his type, but he felt her two sides, she appeared as a modern school marm, but her movement and gestures belied that feeling. As they locked eyes she strode right into his personal space. He held his stance, even though protocol suggested he back up a step to be polite.

The woman raised her right hand palm out and cocked her head as she started to put it on his chest. His easy smile stayed but concerned showed on his brow. He gave the slightest of nods as she but her hand to his chest. She clinched the fist of her left and stood before him with her right palm firmly on his chest for a couple of minutes. She breathed deep, and appeared to be straining a bit, and then she sighed heavily and removed her hand. She opened her left hand and in it was a small kidney bean. She gently took his left hand and placed the bean in it and closed the hand to a fist around the bean. He looked at her questioningly, but she just smiled a small gentle smile and walked to the next man.

The next man was in a slouching stance, his leather jacket, boots and long hair gave him the look of modern day hippy. His whole demeanor appeared relaxed and nonchalant. He was actually taking in the whole room at all times, no movement was unnoticed. She made eye contact and he changed his stance to a willing attitude. He had no fear of this lady, and welcomed the woman’s advances. He noticed what had gone on before and wasn’t surprised when she raised her right hand to him. He grinned and puffed up his chest just a bit, in a “bring it on” type of attitude. The woman placed her palm on his chest and the strain in her was noticeable. She stood the next few minutes and was trembling when she finished. Again she took the man’s hand and handed him the bean as well. He was puzzled as well, but put it in is pants pocket and watched her move onto the last man.

As she strode to the final man they were eye to eye, his bulky muscles visible under his button up shirt. He had no smile or smirk, just a strain continence that showed the pain of his life. Her stride wasn’t as sleek at this point, she was tiring. She cocked her head, and he did the smallest of nods, and she did the same to him as the other two gentlemen. Her trembling was more pronounced and there was a small bead of sweat on her brow. Concern etched on her face as she pulled her hand off his chest. She staggered back a step, and he put his arm around her to hold her in place. She smiled her thank you, and handed him the bean. He held it between is thumb and forefinger, and looked at it up close. It was just a bean from what he could see, and he looked at her questioningly.

The woman gentle stepped out of the kind mans arm and stood in the middle of the three men. She took a couple of deep breaths and started to speak.

“I have come to you because of who you are. You are all very different but still have similar pasts. All of you are of military origin; you are of warrior fathers and are warriors yourselves. You have suffered the sadness and horrors of the day, but by word or deed you have shown your strength and courage. Your price has been heavy and the pain and suffering immense. I have without your permission relieved you of your pain and sadness. It is removed from your body and soul, and placed in the bean I gave you. It is still in your memory but only as a reminder of past mistakes as to not make the same ones again. If you feel you are not worth of this gift just swallow the bean and you will once again be as your were. The choice is yours. This is my gift to you for the sacrifices you have made and the honor that is yours to bear.“

The three men looked at each other and as the moments passed an awareness was apparent, a feeling of a lighter soul. The sludge they have been using to hold down their life was gone. The constant stress of the unhappiness had been lifted. All three men felt oddly empowered, no longer weighed down but the energy sapping emotion that had been as a weight around their neck.

The first man looked at the bean and without hesitation popped it in his mouth and swallowed it like a pill. The second man looked at the bean, and smiled, but put back in his pocket. The third man looked sideways at the woman, and stated his disbelief.

“How do I know this is true”, He said.

She started with a sly grin,” emotions have energy do they not?” He nodded and she went on, “so let’s go see if your bean has energy, but be warned if we do this you will not be able to take back the pain and sorrow that has been removed, but you will have another problem instead.”

“I have no need to retake that pain again, so prove to me woman how this can be so.”

The woman smiled and picked up a metal trash can, “ follow me” she said and lead the men up to the roof of the building.

She took the bean from the third man and placed it under the upside down trash can, and motioned for the men to stand back. She focused on the trash can and hummed a note, steady and even, and as time went on the humming got more intense. All at once the trash can popped off the ground about four feet and nearly blew apart.
The men stood amazed at the energy they had been carrying, and though the first man chose to keep his pain, he was still impressed.

The third man was in shock, and turned to the woman. “you said there was a new problem now in my life”

She looked at the ground, and then brought her gaze to his eyes, “now my friend, you will fear death again.”

Instinct vs Intuition

Humans have instincts. These instincts can be discerned in various ways:

1. Infants use instinctive behavior -- in their sucking, crying, smiling, and other activities.
2. We have drives -- biological and psychological -- which are identical to the instincts of animals. The most easily observable are our "survival instinct," our "sex drive," and our "territorial instinct."
3. Biologists are replacing the term "instinct" with the term "genetic endowment" -- suggesting that the instincts are biologically based within the genes themselves. (The archetypes, too, might be stationed in the genes.)
4. The universality of instincts suggests that they are founded on archetypes. (Indeed, Jung said that instincts are a "subspecies" of archetypes; I would say that instincts are constellations within the fields of archetypes.) Humans and animals base their behaviors upon the same archetypes; for example, there is not an animal "survival instinct" and a separate human "survival instinct." The "behaviors" of inanimateobjects, too, are based upon archetypes (although we do not use the word "instinct" with regard to inanimate objects, nor do we explain the objects' behavior in terms of psychological dynamics); for example, if a piece of metal is able to bend without breaking, it is displaying what we might call the "Survival" constellation.  
5. We display the type of "automatic" behavior which is characteristic of instincts; this automatism can be seen in our habits (particularly the ones which perform without thinking about them).

Intuition is receiving input and ideas without knowing exactly how and where you got them from. You simply know it is not from yourself. Like creativity, intuitive inspiration often happens when someone virtually «fuses» in an activity, when one is highly focused on the respective activity in a state of joy and fulfilment. Intuition can be trained and in its highest level leads into a conscious contact with non-incarnated beings, a process usually called channelling.

Most of us are used to making intuitive decisions in our daily life: As soon as subjective judgement is involved, rational reasoning is very difficult to apply. Typical examples where intuition can play an important role in making decisions are: Choosing your life partner, selecting the right car to buy, evaluation of a job, decision about an education, selecting a meal when eating out, selecting the next book to read, decide how to dress for today, and so on.

Intuitive decision making is far more than using common sense because it involves additional sensors to perceive and get aware of the information from outside. Sometimes it is referred to as gut feeling, sixth sense, inner sense, instinct, inner voice, spiritual guide, etc.  People who can't accept the existence of such sensors may instead call it tapping into „collective intelligence" or „collective unconscious".

Self Healing

Healing the mind, body and spirit is a power that we all hold inside. As soon as we get a cut, experience a trauma, or even do something as simple as lose our keys, all of our defenses go to remedy the situation and make it whole. Self-healing techniques assist the natural process of returning to wholeness in various ways through attending to specific life aspects of an individual. This article highlights a few of the many areas of focus for self healing.

1. Physical

2. People are usually drawn to self healing because of a physical ailment. Improving your diet through increasing fruit, vegetable and water consumption along with foods believed to offset whatever illness you are experiencing can prove to be healing. 
   Some techniques for healing on the physical level include: incorporating daily excersize and relaxation, self massage for pain relief and mobility, and raw food and other natural diets based in whole foods.

   Mental

3. The power of the mind, positive thinking, visualization and how we relate to our thoughts are some areas of self healing on the mental level. The mind-body connection points to a link between how we think and feel about ourselves and what manifests in our lives, including illness. In healing your mental state, various tools can be used to clear negative thinking patterns, increase positive and honest self talk, focus on what is wanted in life, and take appropriate and forward moving action based on sound thinking. 
   Affirmations are positive statements a person can say or write to himself to affirm attributes, characteristics and desired qualities. The statements retrain the mind to produce a positive outlook while anchoring into the true sense of reality without judgment. In self healing, a person may affirm he is healed and whole to affirm a base belief that this is true and bring it about through the power of belief.
   
   Meditation is a technique that is used for healing to provide space and clarity about a person's core essence and who she thinks she is. The space created allows a person to see flawed thinking, to release it and to affirm personal worth and well being. Meditation and visualization are often used together to use the power of the imagination to bring about a healing experience.

   Emotional

4. Releasing and transforming negative emotion while relating to feelings in a way that allows you to feel a sense of personal choice is a form of self healing. 
   Various techniques for healing on the emotional level include: the emotional freedom technique, a combination of energy therapy and affirmative statements; focusing, a technique to invite feelings and receive signals those feelings are trying to convey to make changes; and conscious breathing to experience feelings fully.

   Spiritual

5. Connection with your spirit or the Source of Life brings about a feeling of faith in healing that can be considered a technique in itself. For some, spiritual self-healing is about transcending consciousness and for others it is about placing trust in the hands of their Creator. The many forms of spiritual healing include, but are not limited to: prayer, Reiki, energy work, Theta healing, shamanic journeying, chakra healing and unconditional love. Spiritual healing techniques generally aim to reconnect a person with wholeness through enhancing awareness of spirituality on many levels.

   Tips and Warnings

6. The information provided in this article is not intended to substitute for appropriate medical or mental health care. 
   If you are receiving health care it is recommended that you continue while using self-healing techniques.
   
   If you are new to self healing, you may consider consulting with a minister or other healing facilitator to assist you in establishing a self-healing routine.

Miracles

There are some that don’t believe in miracles. The logic behind them just won’t let some acknowledge that magical special things happen by chance. But I think it depends on what you feel a miracle is.

For some it’s a convenient parking place, for others it’s finding a twenty dollar bill when you are broke and hungry.  I don’t think it matters how you define miracles, just as long as you remember to show gratitude for them.

I do believe in miracles, I believe every now and then the universe, God or whatever you want to call it, comes together to remind you that we are all connected and we can depend on that connection. Things just fall into place from time to time.  Your car won’t start, and you are late for work, but five minutes before you were on the road a wreck happened and if you were there you would be in it. Chance? Luck? Or is there a force out there looking out for you.

There are times when we wonder what the heck is going on. We work, strive and plan to the best of our ability and things just don’t go how we thought they should. A short time later something bigger and better happens, and I just hope we remember to be thankful the other thing didn’t work out.

Every day I walk my dog, and at the top of the little hill, I stop and look out at the pines and oaks in the little valley, usually a hawk or some bird seems to fly by at the perfect moment to complete the scene. I stand there and thank God for the day, the promise of fulfillment, joy or even a lesson out of a hardship.

To me putting a seed in the ground and have it become food is a miracle. I mean who would have thought a little seed, some dirt and water could grow something so big, nourishing with just 3 little things. I believe that life, a baby is a miracle. I mean think about it. Chromosomes, chemical reactions, all things lining up in perfect order to create a mouse, a horse, a person happens every day, without fail. So many thing things have to be in perfect order.

Don’t overlook the miracles that happen every day. Be thankful, show gratitude. Find joy in the simple. Sometimes that alone is the miracle.

The paradox is humiliating

Sitting alone in a dark room. No light, no sound, nothing to smell or feel. You open a window and see the fight over politics, the yelling, the righteous indignation. You hear the words and feel the anger, hope and futility of it all. People slanting the narrative so you believe what they are saying, vying for power and perceived importance. You close that window and open another one, feed the hungry is the plan of the day, and nations come together to get food to those that have none, only for it to be taken away by gangs and ugly people of power to use as leverage to get the hungry to do their bidding. You close that window and open one that shows the Vatican. The hiding of secrets and treasures, to maintain power over people seeking faith, reason for wars and unkindness. All things controlled by bullies, it seems. People wanting power and control over other people. How do you stop the bullies, by being a bigger one? The paradox is humiliating.

Close the windows, welcome back the darkness, the quiet, the ease of no emotions. No sadness, no fear, no joy, no happiness. Just numb. Is that painless? Is it enough? Can you have joy without sadness, happiness without fear?  The paradox is humiliating.

Look inside at all you are. Are you controlled by others? Or do you do the controlling? Do you find yourself spending all your time not letting others control or bully you, in turn giving you no time to grow and thrive? Do you allow others to decide your fate, giving you more time to think about things you wish for, knowing you can’t have them?  Do you let the past control your future or do you learn from it and let it go? Have you figured out how to control yourself? Or did you let someone tell you how.  The paradox is humiliating.

Human beings are not simple creatures. Faith teaches us to be humble, to love one another. Yet people that are in power behind the guise of faith want you to help them buy a jet, feed the coffers, give to their current cause.  Standing alone helps no one, but can be freeing. There is a Buddhist monk that can water ski on his feet. He has mastered something so irrelevant to the naked eye, it helps no one, yet these people are revered.  Yogis master the art of meditation, purely a selfish thing, yet people strive to find the nirvana within. The paradox is humiliating.

I thought we were here to help each other. People in horrible places want to join those in the perceived good places. But because of gangs and other hateful people that got there first, they are unwanted. We are too civilized to get rid of the hateful people, we put them in jails that are full, we feed and house them away from the rest of the world. We don’t help, because they just keep on coming, looking to overcome neighborhoods, cities, states, countries. Wanting to spread their fear and control. But we don’t stop them. The paradox is humiliating.

We battle ourselves with kinds of things I’ve been talking about, every day. We make decisions that will change our world every time we have a thought. We don’t know the answers and fear failure. The balance is so hard to achieve. We listen to others, we weigh and measure, guess at outcomes, if we are right well then, we are right. If we are wrong we learn something and grow. The paradox is humilitating.

And finally we get older, we worked hard, saved money, and finally can slow down a bit. While we are growing we find we either had time or the money to do the things we wanted to do but seldom both. We worked so hard to achieve this state, the knowledge, the time, a little extra cash we finally have all the things to complete that goal.  And because of that hard work, the body fails us. The paradox is humiliating.

From Hero to Zero

Have you ever read articles about empaths. Some make empaths sound like they have super powers, others make it sound like empath can barely handle daily life.

Have you ever wondered what the difference is?

I know I have vacillated between the two at any given time. There is no problem with being open all the time as long as you don't forget to forgive. People are so different from each other and from one day to the next. Someone can be a rock for you, and other times a puddle of need. We have to remember that many times people don't know that you know. Folks go about their day, smiling when they are sad, acting appreciative when they really don't even care,  even portraying love when it doesn't exist. Walking through a room of people and picking up on these things can really upset your balance. We want to scream out, "can't you see this?"  But not all people can. We watch while those with good hearts are helping because they want to, and those with dark hearts harming those that care about them.

But we really don't know the whole story. We don't know what drove people to act the way they do. We don't know what the past did to bring them to the light or dark. We don't know what happened 10 minutes before you saw what you saw.

So in order to handle what you see, remember to forgive. We tend to judge, because we don't know the path that brought them to the point you just experienced.  We see the hurt or help of an action, and only know of those few moments in time we witnessed. Even if it is a person you are around all the time, we at times don't know what drives them.

Forgiveness is very hard when it feels personal. But what a great way to ground yourself, remember why you are here and share your light. No one even needs to know!

There are the toxic that we really should stay away from, they are like empath kryponite.  We feel we can help, and sadly you can't help anyone that doesn't want it. So instead we can forgive them and go on our way. Forgiveness cuts the cord, think about that! No super secret herbs, stones or magic. Just forgive and the cord is broken. Does it get any easier?

Wild Empath Chronicles A chat with the Big Guy

I rode to the creek again, tied my horse to a tree. I have roamed away from my faith a bit and spent the last two days talking to God. My confusion is mainly making sure I stay in the light as I am being introduced so many different ways of thinking. So there I sat in the dirt listening to the rolling water in the stream pass me by.

As I am sitting and draw myself inward, deeper and deeper I go till I see her, my other self. The sounds of the water are gone now, there are only my thoughts. She wanders to the faint glow off in the distance and calls out to The Lord. “I need information and have questions”, she says. As she gets closer to the light there is a feeling of great power and knowledge. She knows she can not get too close it will overwhelm her senses, she stops a comfortable ways away and is engulfed in white light.

She tells Him of a fascinating group of people she has met. They are from all walks of life, all areas of the globe, all different beliefs and gifts. And yet we all share a common bond. There is great love there, great understanding. In this world we feel like the odd ones, and seen as the dreamers and schemers. But here in this safe place friendships are made, love is shared; ideas are discussed all without judgment. “Why she asks are we all brought to this place”.

She can hear the smile in His voice, “see their souls and you will get your answer”. She was shown the people as certain types in her mind, the warriors, the healers and the seers. All with unique gifts and all that cannot be properly described. She thought of the people she knew and could see the logic in this. Logic is a human concept she was told, not always infallible in every world, but this is the way you see, so this is they way you well be shown. This answer was confusing, but she didn’t question it.

The Warriors are defenders. They hold great strength of will and have the ability to protect. They are of noble and honorable spirit, and will defend the herd, protect the pack, rescue the taken, defend the weak, how ever you see it in your mind. They appeared as flame, powerful, warm, yet controlled, a beacon to those in need of help, and warm enough to be drawn to them. She could see how many she knew would fit this feeling and felt she understood. It was then she realized that there was no physical substance to what she saw, but energy, an emotion instead.

The Healers were different. They were a open spirit, open to feeling, pain, confusion. They helped, in all ways someone could be helped. To mend the spirit, ease the heart, gentle the mind and heal the body. They appeared as green mist, a natural source and gentle being that called to those in need, connected to the soul to find the way and sooth the pain. She saw that this could be by energy or knowledge or a caring ear. But to ease the suffering was their only goal. A great task with great risk of self dissemination, but necessary all the same.

The Seers where confusing. They had the gift of sight. To see what others could not. But not the future He warned, as there is only One that can see such a thing. They see the past, the paths ahead and the knowing of who has and will travel these paths, not always where they lead and why, but the choice to be made, the chances to be taken. They appeared as the sky, a vast area of blue, for the open realm of their gift and flight of the mind.


As she thought of these beautiful beings it was apparent that some she knew were more than one, or had the traits of one the temperament of the other. As will all things logical it never really seems perfect or absolute when dealing with beings.

As she sat in the glowing light and mulled over what she had been shown she thought of the people in her life. Those in that place where the misunderstood were accepted, and those outside that place that she also loved. She asked for love to be sent to them all. As she sat the light increased and began to flow out of her in all directions. She wondered idly if they would really feel it or if just her knowing she loved them was enough.

She got turned to leave and realized she really didn’t get an answer to her question, “but why were we all brought together in that place”. He smiled, “that isn’t the first time you met, and that isn’t the only place you are”. After hearing those words the light faded and she was drawn away, and soon she heard the water in the creek tumbling over the stones.

The horse whinnied and I rose out of the dirt to see to him. I was still in that place between, when I got on and started riding home. Everything looked so much clearer, colors brighter, and here and there a slight shimmer in the air. It was like seeing it for the first time. The texture of the bark of the trees, the veins in the leaves, the golden carpet of the dead leaves on the ground, and the red packed earth of the trail. I saw a couple of does looking at us through the brush, but they didn’t run, they just watched us go by. It was a very surreal time until I was back completely.

As I meandered home I realized yet again, for every question I have been answered, multitudes more came to mind.

Independence Day

Today is July 4th, Independence day.  This means so many things to so many people. I think of the freedoms we have to choose our faith, our fate, our jobs, our lives, our knowledge.  We get to choose. Thinking along these lines I think of the choices I made.  Seems today is a day of reflection.  As usual these never turn our terribly well. 

We focus on the negative. We just can’t seem to help it. I think I have figure out why.

I look back at “mistakes” that I now call learning experiences. I have passed these experiences down when applicable. Not because I am kind or loving, but because there has to be some kind of meaning behind the lesson. Some were easy, some were not so easy.  The harder they were the more likely I would share. After all, why would we be put through such things if there wasn’t a reason, any reason!

I look back at the differences that I now see in myself and throughout my life.  Some people call them flaws, but we are all flawed and that word just seems a bit brutal. So to me they are differences. I was thinking today I didn’t keep track of my old friends, nor do they contact me.  I have new friends, and they are wonderful people, but I lost touch with those I grew up with. I wonder how much of that is me, time and/or convenience.  I wonder sometimes if I am too much, or not enough. Either way it is not my call. But I still wonder.

I thought about all the things I have learned the last 10 years. Off the wall things, interesting things, all things that can help myself and others. Reiki, aroma therapy, tarot, palm reading, I Ching, Critical Incidence Stress Management, Chaplaincy, things all over the board. Seems I want to help people. But do I want to because I am loving and kind? No.  I want to because I feel it is my duty.  I feel the human race is off the rails. I feel the varying moral code, the inability to keep things simple, the need we have to expand, explain, justify has lead us down a slippery slope. We are confused, we don’t know the rules anymore and this brings on insecurity. It has made us ugly towards each other. We can be happy in our world and have one person tell us we are missing out, or confused, or doing it wrong and it can bring doubt. We want to fit in after all. So we let others, movie stars, “professionals” tell us what we need to be complete. Because we are all “different” no one person knows what it takes to make us whole. But we listen to them anyway and get off our own track.  Do you have any idea how simple it is to turn someone’s day around? One complement, one sentence of kind words. That is it! Do we do it for them? Not really. Do we do it for us? No. We do it for the collective, the humans on this planet that are fighting for understanding, to be seen.  Yep, something as simple as just to be noticed. 

I am not young anymore. I have noticed the older I get, the more invisible I become. I forget I am older. I act like I always have, and have become that creepy old lady that doesn’t know her place. I say inappropriate things, tell off color jokes.  No one wants to hear the wisdom of the older people. After all, things are different now, it’s all changed, how could my knowledge be of any value? But people haven’t changed. We are still driven the same way, we still need the same things, and we still act out when depleted. They say the world has changed.  I am here to tell you it hasn’t. There has always been in-crowds, cool kids, smart kids, lucky kids, struggling kids. These all turn into adults that either learn how to accept and overcome or they don’t.  

The reason we focus on the negative is because that is what we need to overcome. We don’t need to put energy into the positive, it is fine just how it is. But the negative, that takes some work, some energy, some understanding.  But when you learn the lesson, you feel yourself becoming more complete and most times vow never to make that mistake again. So we remember, we mull it over, we let it define our growth. But never should a “lesson” define who we are. We are a sum total of all our lessons, the good and the bad.

So what does this rambling mess have to do with Independence Day?  Plenty. We have the right to make our choices, this is call Freedom. And we should humbly thank those that fought and died for us to be able to make our mistakes, enjoy our differences and revel in our joys.  We take these things for granted, and today is a great reminder of how fortunate we truly are. 

Balance

They were safe for now. The large room had many arched windows letting in the light from the setting sun. The room was empty of all furnishings and the glare from the windows let the light dance on the dust motes in the air. The silence was complete as neither being spoke. Words were not necessary. Both beings had been brought to this plane without their knowledge. They knew not how to survive in this world. They were to observe, but not interfere.

The pair stood in the middle of the room. The male was tall, over 7 feet; his wavy hair was pulled back in a leather thong, a small pony tail at the nape of his neck. From the back every muscle was defined, not large and bulky but the long lean muscle that shows strength and power. He appeared like a “Boris” painting from the seventies. He was unadorned as his kind had no need of cover, for protection or personal security. He felt no fear of death or pain. He was evil incarnate. His eyes were heavily hooded, a striking brow ridge above, and prominent cheek bones on either side of a nose that looked like a child threw a blob of clay at a wall hard enough to make it stick. A strong jaw bone gave a feeling of control and power. But the smile, the lips were full, teeth even and white. A smile to beguile the foolish into thinking just for a moment they were not doomed to death and mercy was at hand. His hands were large and powerful, long large knuckled fingers with yellow ridged pointed nails that resembled claws. His feet here quite long and at a run he stood on his toes, using that extra leverage for speed for extreme jumping height.

She was a child of the earth, unable to harm another, a bringer of joy and hope. A slender woman, of above average height with long honey blond hair, the sun shine showing dancing light amongst her curls that fell to below her waist. Her unlined brow, was relaxed, her eyes liquid pools of green and held the innocence of a gentler time. Her smile was tentative, and although her features were fine, she was plain to view, but the beauty was shining through from the light within. Her fine bone structure showed no physical strength, but a weak continence, dressed in a simple blouse and flowing long skirt, her feet bare. She was a good being, not prone to ugliness or the unkindness of the age. Her expression showed confusion but no fear.

For every evil he committed she had offered another solace from the pain. For every lie he told she showed a pleasing truth. For every pain he expressed to another, she shared a joy. They were exact opposites, for every weakness she had he was pure strength, and for every short coming he possessed she was blessed.

They stood facing each other. He knew he needed her to survive in this world. His being would implode in this plane; the evil would destroy this body. He needed to continue to exist and he needed her to do this.

She had the same problem. She was so innocent that this world would destroy her and would not be able to protect herself. She needed his strength to survive.

They stepped to each other; he gently placed his palm to the back of her head and drew her to him. He placed her head to his chest and drew his other arm around her in a protective embrace. She placed her hand on his chest and held a tentative arm around his waist.

He thought he was protecting her, and she was afraid he would leave her. He was here to give here strength and she there to accept his power. But truly his was a need for her love to temper his evil and she to share of herself freely to keep him alive.

They had found what was necessary to maintain life; they surrender fully to each other and found the perfect balance.

Wild Empath Chronicles Shielding

Wild Empath Chronicles Shielding.

In my youth during a self destruct phase, I met a kind lady in school. She invited me t her home for dinner as she lived just a short way from where I did. I was (and still am) a cowgirl, buckle and all. I drove my truck to her house and saw a line of chopped Harleys in her front yard. I had no idea she was a biker, you would never know to look at her.

She was so sweet, a little shy. I pulled in the drive, got out, headed to the door. As I walked by the motorcycles I had a change of heart, and turned to run back to my truck. She ran out and grabbed my arm. She was laughing, dragging me in the house. There was a bit of good natured teasing, but all in all these were truly wonderful people.

I will say they looked pretty dang frightening, long hair, beards, tattoos, big, bold and a little growly. Oh my gosh could these dudes party. There was great sharing of food and drink, they got loud and bit reckless, but never unkind towards each other. There were children there as well. They were watched over by all, disciplined but loved by the whole group.

I was between lives at that time and joined these folks. I went on rides, to parties, and after a bit of a downturn in my finances I rented a room and lived the life.

There is a code with these folks, an honor that was quite noble in many ways. They tended their own. Fiercely. If code was ever broken, it was dealt with internally. The rules were pretty simple, you don’t take from your own, you honor relationships, and you back your brother. They had little problem breaking the law of the outside world, but the honor among themselves was thick.

There was a horrible wreck, the man lived, his wife died. They had a son. The group tended to them all, she was honored by them all for weeks. The love they had for each other was intense. For all the harshness these were hard but very loving people.

I was through this hardness I learned to shield. As I got to know these people I found that they were no different than anyone else. But the persona they oozed terrified folks. So I watched and learned.

There was an aura of hardness, a daring of anyone to mess with them. It wasn’t just the looks. The women had this too. It was almost animal like. They were aware of everything around them, they didn’t hide from anything. You looked them in the eye, they returned the stare. They were courteous and polite. Not bulling at all. They stood up straight, confident, and assured. But the dare was there, the feeling like they were ready for anything. It was a feeling, a knowing. Dang I can’t quite get this to words.

I don’t know the terms empaths use, I never learned them. But it’s a way of pulling from inside yourself a knowing of your strong self. No insecurities show, no fear, just your strength what ever it may be.

I am perhaps the most non threatening person you will ever meet. I am long boned, weak looking. Easy to talk to and approach, unless I shield with this. I don’t know what people see, as I am not unkind, and I am polite, but still unapproachable. My strengths are few, but its all I need to use this type of shield.

I use it very seldom, but if in a large group or an area where I am uncomfortable, it comes in very handy. There are days I can’t take on more than what I am dealing with at the time. This will stop added stress.

Usually people I don’t know will walk up to me and start conversations, tell me their troubles, unload. Usually I am good with it, I feel I am helping, but when I am weak or overloaded I just can’t handle it. I will block with this shield until I am strong again.

This probably makes little sense, but I am new to the terms and using light and all that stuff. This is how I learned. It is strong, and effective.

This was written in the beginning of my journey. And I still use it today :)

Wild Empath Chronicles - Evil

Wild Empath Chronicles – Evil

I woke up at 3:30 this morning thinking about Christ’s crucifixion.  It was the wonder of how someone even came up with the idea of driving spikes into a person’s body to hang them on a cross. Then I thought back to Hitler’s gas chambers, and so many other ways evil people found ways to make people suffer. The whole concept of good and evil was on my mind. How did leaders get underlings to do such things, how did it be okay to have a job where you harm others. These actions were rewarded and the work sought after. How was this even possible?

Then I thought of the good people, those that told us to love each other, Martin Luther King who was shot, Nelson Mandela who was imprisoned, and Christ who was crucified.  People sending the message of hope and love all killed or harmed to make them stop. Holy men that start with the best of intentions, only to become corrupt, harming other’s because they had power to do so.

How did we get so backwards? How did power become a weapon to harm others? What happened to morals?

Our world is a battle ground. There are people that want to harm others because they don’t believe in the same god, there are people that want to harm others for the color of their skin. We blithely go on our way, struggling to survive; working, building, raising kids and trying to do the best we can with what we have to work with.

Good people aren’t newsworthy, so the news is full of death and destruction. We don’t hear about those that quietly give, help and heal others just because it’s the right thing to do. On the outside it appears that unkindness is rampant on our planet and in some places it is. We have been bombarded with so many hateful visuals that many think that is all there is.  The attitude is one of I’m going to get them, before they get me.

It is to a point that everything is okay, if you just take the time to justify it. It’s okay to murder your unborn child, it’s okay to put your parents in a home and forget about them, it’s okay to sue someone because it’s legal, who cares who you harm doing it.  The world if full of people that only think of their personal outcome, not a thought of how your actions trickle down to others. One unkindness spreads like a ripple on the water. But so does one kindness.

When you walk down a street no one makes eye contact. No one shares a smile. No one sees you. No one cares. We need to change this. When I was young and you entered another person’s space you acknowledged them, with a tilt of the head, a smile or a hello. Something to say, I see you.

People feel so invisible now they act out in horrific ways to be seen. School shootings, robbery, rape, violence on every scale. People blame parents, schools, the news, video games, everything but what it really is. We have lost our humanity. We are robots trying to fit everything into a nice little box. We strive to be like others because we think they are doing it “right”. Well what if they aren’t? What if the only way to do it “right” is YOUR way.

The masses have become like lemmings. They all follow the path of least resistance. Just like the people that killed millions in the name of some ruler or a god. People who stop thinking for themselves are easy targets. All you have to do is start a trend, and everyone will follow, just like lemmings, right off the cliff.

Think for yourself!  Look at your life, are you morally happy with what you are doing, and what you have done? Can you make it better for yourself and others? What happens when you step away from the crowd? First you lose people you thought were your friends, but real friendship isn’t built that way. People who love you, will do so if you agree with everything they believe or not.

Social media has made it all about quantity, not quality. No one looks for substance and can’t figure out where the drama is coming from. Look deep into people, find what makes them tick, understand why they do the things they do. Take the time. It’s important, it’s vital, it’s being human.