How we choose to live works like how we breathe; we inhale, utilize what we take in, and then we exhale. The quality of every choice we make has a direct impact on the quality of our lives. Conscious decisions take us forward even though the destination remains unknown, so too those we take unconsciously, as well as choices that are utterly devoid of conscience, as well as the that opportunities that we abdicate.
When Love is the substance that we consciously inhale, what we are likely to experience is the intrinsic quality of joy, the element essential to foster inner peace. This leads to the capacity to exhale the understanding and compassion that alone generates peace.
Think about the last time you had an emotional reaction of the ‘nuclear’ variety; when our attitudes turn toxic, we inhale fear, this leading to depression and experiences of self-doubt, which in turn erode trust and cause us to exhale terror.
Take care on what you decide today, understanding that what you take in and take through will lead to how you say and do whatever you do.
In recent days, friends have written wondering about my thoughts and feelings after the US elections given that my choice was to remain silent about it on social media. Like you, I’m all too aware of the agendas and issues facing humanity, but the fact is that nothing in my life has changed since the moment three 3-decades ago when I agreed ‘To be a catalyst for change, for Love’. Despite high internal and external odds, and ‘costs’ that defy most people’s imagination, I continue to live my Purpose on purpose.
Don’t make the error of thinking this image suggests that I’m feeling stopped or at a ‘dead end’! Au contraire.
My path is shared with Re-Members of a Consciousness cabal, an audacious tribe of intrepid travellers and trailblazers, each uniquely committed to bringing new light wherever this incarnational Journey leads us. When this Path brings us such a notice, it’s a source of information, not a sign to quit or turn back. Look closely at this picture, and it’s clear that whoever built the sign on the invisible fence is a member of my tribe. Why? Because the builder, clearly ‘a-dues-paid-in-full’ soul, knew that it’s the travellers job to open their way, and there, in plain sight, blocking the ‘C’, they left five keys.
They provided more than what was necessary to open the way, they safeguarded their property, made sure seekers would become finders, as well as to help insure the safety of those who don’t pay attention to small stuff and are unlikely to be prepared for the journey ahead.
This morning there was a notice in my email inbox of a piece of writing shared by someone I’m connected with through InterNations, a great social connection for expats and people who spend significant time in cities around the world. While I’m awaiting his permission to share this powerful and beautiful poem, the following thoughts immediately flew from my heart to move my fingers:
It’s tragic that so many people are seeking for what they yearn for outside their own skin, heart, head and spirit, utterly unaware that the desire to belong, to be known and know, to be loved and love, is an internal quest. It’s time to call an end to the Fool’s Errand that so many supposed ‘guides’ get us to pay for, sending others out to find the Fountain of You, blindfolded by neediness and greed so the Fountain of You remains undiscovered, it’s potential unoptimised. To harness the passion that flows from the Field of Loving Compassion is the purpose of the gift we call life.
Permission granted! Here’s J. Sam Barr’s poem. Thank you Sam for such a lovely gift from your heart.
Daybreak and it’s dawn of a new day;
as flora and fauna rejoice afresh
In the designs of creation and life’s way;
like the confusion of bonded mesh
A new day starts for many souls;
some in normalcy, some astray
It’s merely a place of flesh and ghouls;
still some are in complete disarray
In one place life accords abundance;
while in another it robs and plunders
In one place it’s sunny with no reluctance;
then over the horizon rain and thunder
In one home the cries of a newborn;
while in another death and sorrow
In one abode a bounty of grain and corn;
but in another destitution and no tomorrow
Many are blessed with security and shelter;
they reap plentifully and waste thoughtlessly
No far away rule poverty and helter skelter;
hunger, butchery, war and sheer misery
The weak and minute run from the mighty;
lest they become fodder and harshly trodden
No matter, for there’re always those more weighty;
they peck at will and devour with blood sodden
Single men are worth a million others;
no tether they are overwhelmed by avarice
Their meals worth a thousand portions of others;
strangely they still espouse injury and malice
Some preach selfless love, charity and devotion;
some promulgate war, destruction and obliteration
Some born frail, no limbs and need contraption;
some powerful, agile and speedy in mobilization
Those whose power wields such supremacy;
a single cruel word worth thousands of lives
But many whose shouts unheard, is normalcy;
some slaughtered yet somewhere a baby survives
There are those seeking cures for longevity;
still some slumber meekly awaiting death’s call
Others may exist in oblivion and marginal sanity;
but seeking eternal life here is the irony of it all.
Several months ago my priorities had to be rearranged, and writing disappeared from my daily ‘get-to-do’ list. Finally, it’s time to ‘speak’ once again, and share what’s happening in the world I am privileged to share with so many amazing people.
The last few months have been catalytic, with many changes inside and out. This picture captures the essence of the joy that awaits me each morning during my daily hour swim in the sea, the waves I swim through spinning all of us around to once again greet the morning sun.
Everyday I’m reminded that rising to meet the Sun and watching from the sea as Mother Earth spins us into her life, and spirals us away from its influence 12 hours later, is a gift to be opened and appreciated, never taken for granted.
While the old saying “Don’t sweat the small stuff, and remember that everything is small stuff.” is true, what’s far truer for me is how important it is to appreciate the small stuff, realising so often how it is that what seems small and insignificant is often essential to our lives, and the quality of our lives.
Who or what do you appreciate today?
09 September 2016, Marbella, Spain
January 15, 2016 was the 29th anniversary of my first dance with the arching angles of Death. This initial experience of dying did far more than change my ideas about living; gone was the fear of death hammered into me by family, preachers and supposed teachers; in an instant my terror of being misunderstood, judged and a verdict rendered “Unworthy”, evaporated. In its place was the engulfing presence of unconditional compassion whose veracity catalysed the unassailable realisation that the life I had erroneously thought I was living was pure fiction. My absolute reluctance to return was only slightly weaker than the intent of one who was determined to pull me back.
Three weeks later, my heart stopped again, this time for no discernible reason. Au contraire. In an experience many consider a ‘dream’ I was presented with a choice; that I could live or go home, die. It was not an easy decision then, and today thinking about that moment causes tears to overflow… Eternity, no time and timelessness….. So it is that this weekend brings me to what is perhaps the most important anniversary in my life. 07 February, its 29-years since that cold night in Chicago when I said ‘Yes’, agreeing to stay. Simply put, dying gave me my reason for living.
Those who know me best know that keeping my commitment has come at a high cost, a price most would be unwilling to pay.
The video you will see here may help you understand why I have never wavered. Dr. Christopher Kerr is one of my new ‘heroes’, spending day after day nurturing those who are dying, and in their progress he has been embraced by pure grace. I share his message and stories with more than a modicum of hope that hearing his words might help some of those I love understand why doing what I do has never been an option. Many espouse the belief that God is the single most important factor in their lives; consulted in every decision they make. Tragically, examination of the evidence leaves me wondering what happened to Love? even though their lives present evidence to the contrary.
Thankfully, my NDEs are no longer anecdotal, and what I experienced —the Mereon Matrix— was retrieved and is daily being further recalled and constructed. It continues to provide evidence that we are walking a living continuum, knowledge that supports the growing realisation that life continues beyond what we think of as ‘dying’. This video was a powerful reminder of why I am able to keep on keeping on despite many emotional ‘deaths’, pain, personal loss and ongoing grief caused by emotional paper-cuts. Choosing to live and speak what is true for me, mapping what is to date the simplest known ligature, connection of Love, has led to my being severed from former friends and dearly loved relatives. While I am the first to admit that there are that the sorrow feels never-ending, thankfully, being free to express my sadness, and powerful reminders such as this video carry me through, living a life filled with breakthroughs rather than the breakdown some might ‘wish’.
Sadly, love is too often conditional, relative to what we say or do. Perhaps if our relatives and those we love understood relativity, that the laws of physics, how things, including loving relationships work, are the same everywhere, our lives might change as well as how we live every breath on the edge of death whether we like it or not.
I’m not the only one who knows too many people who inhabit their lives wearing blindfolds, or live with their ‘head in the sand’ attitudes in the state of ‘wishing’, the county of ‘regretting’, self-locked in the prison of ‘shame’ and ‘blame’.
It is time to abandon these places, and willingly look at what is in order to plan accordingly and accept responsiblity for what may be. Yes, catastrophic loss can happen without warning, but so often there is advance notice of potential challenges like the one I’m addressing here.
How might our lives change if we responded appropriately when presented with knowledge of such potential?