Hair

“Hair is the physical manifestation of our thoughts 

and an extension of ourselves.”

“Your strength is in your hair.” I was in the middle of basketball practice at the University of Washington; Hec Ed pavilion. (The building where we held practice) when I “heard” that statement.

This announcement confused me when I heard it back in the middle-late 70’s.  As long ago as it was, I still remember it from time to time and really never gave it much thought until a few weeks ago.  I assumed it was a metaphor for my abilities as a basketball player.  I believe now, it has a deeper, more spiritual meaning.

Fast forward ahead four decades.  Again, the thought of hair surfaces to my conscious awareness; but not as the topic du jour—there was no conversation with myself or with another.   This time, the thought that wafted or I should say landed into my conscious awareness was grander. Could it actually be that my hair, your hair—ones’ hair was more like an antenna bringing information and direction to our intuitive, creative abilities?  Was it our connection or lack of connection and belief to the creative source, All That Is or God that influenced the thickness and luster of our hair?  Could that really be so?  Einstein certainly had hair!

Hair is such a big deal in our society today; perhaps it has been throughout history too?  But because as a modern society we have been so disconnected with Mother Earth and Nature for the most part, we have lost some of this meaning? After all, the Native Americans have strong beliefs about hair as my friend Laura mentioned when I broached my theory with her; Dr. Todd was unsure.

We all know, however,  some have it; some don’t.  We dye it.  Grow it. Cut it. Shave it. Twist it. Style it. And, blow it. Hair is intimately connected to part of our personality; it is us. And, it is an immense expression of who we are and tells everyone something about us.  It tells others that we are free.  Controlled.  Connected.  Unconnected. Stifled.  Rebellious. And, so much more.  Hair makes a non-verbal statement at some level about us.

Therefore, when we change our hair style, does it signal to ourselves and others around us that our life is changing as well?  I can remember several significant transitions in my own life, where changing my hair length and style signaled a shift, although, at the time, I was generally unaware of what lay ahead on my path; I felt the need for different. Was that purposeful direction or synchronic coincidence?

I checked a few references and found that the hair “is a mirror of a certain inner strength and of “my” roots. Samson (from the Old Testament) lost his strength when his hair was cut.” Hair represents the link between the physical and the spiritual, which links us to the cosmos and spiritual energy. I was on track.

I googled the internet. Native peoples belief lies more in line with our connection to source; this message really resonated too.  According to J.L.W. Johnstone, the Native Americans feel that our hair is the physical extension of our thoughts—and sanctions our direction or path in life. Johnstone notes, “As Children are raised up, so too is the spiritual level of teaching raised, to elevate their Spirits. In youth and innocence (in-knowing-sense = freedom from guilt, sin or pain), Mankind is blessed with a bounty of beautiful hair. The more pure and sacred your thoughts, the longer, healthier, and vibrant, your hair. As Humans age and loose their innocence, falling off the Path of Light, harboring dark thoughts, losing the light of pure thought, Humans loose their hair and the shine (aureole) it once had.”

I found this last statement interesting—especially for some,  as we get older and beaten down by years of life—our cynic, inner critic and doubt seems to increase or rise to the surface.   Our inner child has long since departed, just when we seem to need the connection the most; the signal has been turned off by us. More importantly, we must ask, can I free myself from what has imprisoned me?

So, what is the point of this musing?  Hair seems to be an important receiving device or antenna for internal guidance in our external world and for our direction.  Everything swings full circle. Is it time to be open to things we have discounted as unimportant or ridiculous?  Primitive? Or forgotten? Does loss of hair mean that I have moved away from the divine in me?

I attended a workshop this past weekend, and there were some interesting studies presented taking place in Mexico (Non-GMO) involving corn—and supplementing this crop with simply, laser treated nutrients.  One of the more interesting points was the corn receiving the supplement, had very hairy stocks—apparently—able to pick up more nutrients from the air.  This was evident by the pictures which accompanied the information in the lecture. Is it this way for us too?

Attitude drives all things; whatever we believe, we are 100% right.   Do you have thick hair?  Or is your hair thinning?  Do you only rely on your intellect and rational brain for analysis—the left side for most things?  What about your “gut” feeling?

Do you allow your intuitive side to participate in the decision making? Are you open to new ways of thinking and believing?  Will our science and ancient spiritual beliefs find a balance and discover they “know” the same thing?  Are the left and right sides melding where one side will not dominate the other?  Or am I one that concerns myself with the  3D materialistic side of  life and have very little spiritual practice?  Have I lost contact with my divine inner power?

One thing that seems important, and that is maintaining the health of ones hair is as important as maintaining all physical and spiritual health and wholeness, and that all starts with your pure intent; you at the one sitting at command central!

“I trust in life and 

in my inner being 

and see the solutions everywhere because they do exist.  

The world is there to help me.  What else do I need.”

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Buyer Beware: FAKE FOOD at a store Near You!

As I wandered through the produce section of the grocery stores lately, I have noticed that there seems to be some devious marketing at play.  Even the stores like Whole Foods, or Lucky’s which I thought had a certainly integrity, have taken on a whole new attitude it seems.  Imitation food available for you on every stand or aisle?  Now, in the world of precise technology and beautiful people we have been programed to believe that fruits and vegetables are “perfect” too.  Therein, lies a great tool for marketing and purchasing—beautiful to look at—and picture perfect for our eyes—but at what cost to our biology, our Innate ‘smart body” and our long-term physical well-being?  Who are these modified foods good for, if not for us and our families? Have the concepts of old fashioned nutrition and good tasting natural flavors gone out of style?

I thought that the produce code beginning with the number “3” alerts the buyer that it has been genetically modified, but I wanted to make sure: was I remembering correctly.  After all, I was in Whole Foods.  It had been some time since I had shopped there.  Lately, I had been so busy, with my practice, I was stopping at the closest Publix on my way home from the gym—and was running in and out—picking up only what I needed for dinner that evening; or the next.

I approached an employee in the Produce department, pulling vegetables off his cart and restocking the empty shelves.  I had a big ripe tomato in my hand, and I wanted to confirm if the 3 was the genetically modified produce code, and so I asked him.  His reply was not a simple yes or no, and that’s what surprised me. Instead, he replied that you couldn’t believe everything you read on the Internet.  Yes, I was well aware of that, but IIN’s (Institute for Integrative Nutrition) text book was at home and it had been a few years since I had pulled it off the shelf to confirm my question. I usually just looked for the sign that said “ORGANIC”.  (I knew a “9” was organic—and thought I remembered a “4” was conventional.) And, since the handwritten sign in front of the display of tomatoes announced “Local Fresh Florida Tomatoes” I decided to ask—since—it seemed a contradiction.  I needed to know what I was really buying.

So, “Bob” from Produce answered me this way: Looking me straight in the eyes, he said, “You can’t believe everything you read on the internet”. My reply, as I stared him right back, and being as polite as I could, challenged him: “Do you believe the Internet is correct when they say a “9” is organic produce?”  He didn’t answer.  I continued, “so you’re telling me you don’t believe what the Internet says about the “3” but you do believe it when the Internet declares the “9” means organic?  It seems you can’t have it both ways.”  The discussion then moved another direction.  Bob continued, “You know we’re not in California”—I must have looked confused. “This is not mandated by law like it is in California.  Florida law does not require us to disclose whether something is genetically modified”—“for all to see what their buying”—I interrupted. The bottom line is, he didn’t know, and his defensive attitude took me back.

“Where is the integrity of Whole Foods?”, I asked.  What the heck is this all about?  Greed, I supposed.  He couldn’t say any more, and I knew it.  Probably instructed to tell his customers exactly what he had said, so it wouldn’t jeopardize his job.  I knew that story well—I had been told at my short stint at Lowes, that my customer service was too good—and I needed to give customer service like people were in the drive-through; sure when they are considering $10,000 worth of flooring? It wasn’t an Egg-McMuffin after all.

So, after I walked away—I decided to refresh my memory.  As it turns out, the “3” or “4” indicate conventional—and the “8” indicate GMO—the “9” Organic.  But, here’s the catch, the labels are really only for the employees who man the check-out stands—and don’t convey much more than the right produce code and for the inventory “elves”.

Jeffery Smith, Consumer Advocate and Author, ‘Seeds of Deception’ tells us that “those that run PLU-universe figured that someday some retailer might want to distinguish between a GMO and a non-GMO for price or inventory purposes. So, they created a convention of 5 digits starting with an 8, just in case it catches on. But, it has not. No one uses that number 8 as far as we can tell. And why would they? Most Americans say they would avoid GMOs if they were labeled.”

So, where does that leave us?  What about those of us, who Jeffery Smith calls finicky eaters  because we value our immune and reproductive systems, and don’t want our kids to “end up with the organ damage common among GMO-fed lab animals?”  Keep reading.

Many foods contain GMO ingredients.  As example, many packaged breads and bakery items contain GMO ingredients such as corn syrup, soy flour, and sugar from sugar beets.  You must look for the Non-GMO project seal on packaging to ensure that the product you are purchasing is non-GMO project verified.  You can also go to: www.NonGMOShoppingGuide.com and peruse the long lists of non-GMO and GMO brands by category. They provide a Download and a two-page version, or order the pocket guide, or even equip your iPhone with the new app “ShopNoGMO”.

If you’re not sure if GMOs are bad for you, visit www.HealthierEating.org, and read, listen, or watch, and find out why more and more doctors and medical organizations are prescribing non-GMO diets to all patients. Another enlightening tool that the whole family can watch is the movie, Genetic Roulette, the gamble of our lives.  I have watched it and highly recommend this award-winning film on the dangers of GMO’s.

In these days of dark and light, we all need to do our part—vote with our dollars, our intuition and our discernment.  True non-GMO Whole Foods are part of the circle of well-being and health.  It’s always the relationship between our parts that is needed to create balance in who we are and in everything we do!

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, BA, HC, AADP

About Cathy Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Certified Holistic Health Coach in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease, relationships, spirituality, and loss. Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling. She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero

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What is success?

th-23I have been asked to write a chapter for an upcoming book—an autobiography of sorts—the who’s who of my accomplishments.  Yet, I stop and ponder the directions: “Modesty is not allowed”. It is a “Springboard” for a professional group of women.  The “Springboard” I embrace; however, I wonder where the fine line is crossed beyond the quiet unpretentiousness and unassuming humility which I believe is a strength of self-balancing mastery and the arrogance, conceit and ego of narcissism which seem to dominate the air-waves, tweets and social media posts. I know there is a balance somewhere in between.

Perhaps, even more important is that the world of honors, awards and recognition are all fleeting and temporary, seemingly to feed the false-self of ego and pride—which are like fools gold, and tarnish the real trophy of our deep and inner core goal of self-love.  I don’t think many care or ask about that; external gratification surrounds us daily.

True success, wealth and happiness are not about our external trappings we collect, but the confidence, contentment, and joy with which we move about our day.  Is our true success our ability to be the quiet way-showers of the future?  Is it more important to ask, are we living our authentic truth?  Do we have a passion for our careers—our service to others and respect for one another?  What about acts of kindness? And, are we able to move about with compassionate action towards everyone we encounter? I believe when we don’t have to bulldoze over others, and control them in the way some do, we have truly begun to succeed.  Is this really the invisible message telegraphing fear, doubt and insecurity within, disguised behind such a mask?

There is a greater, grander relationship between the parts of who we are—which shows up as balance and well-being; there is entanglement between the seen and unseen that exists within the Universe to which we belong and to each other.   In that, there is a joy that comes deep from within, if we allow it. That is truly our divine nature.  But so many of us continue to exist in the willful struggle and win-lose belief.  Perhaps, it is time to begin following our inner-guidance and not what the masses, or mainstream drift deem important, but what is right for us.

When we begin to live with these simple principles, our health begins to improve and along with other areas that our consciousness has no idea about in our lives.   When we can address those emotions and feelings that we’re afraid to see—we can make positive changes in our well-being.  When we start to have awareness that certain diseases are linked to our feelings of inner sadness or that we “don’t deserve any better”—or we have a “conflicted situation” involving ourselves or another in our vital space, and have the courage to make the necessary changes, we are allowing ourselves to step into a place of true empowerment.  Our compassion and beauty—is worthiness and power.  This power brings the ability for us to create compassion and light everywhere we go.  Now, that is true success!

As we enter this year of 2018, there are many things that will come to light—and we are always at choice point to choose ourselves first.  When we can shift our perspective from one view to another, we give ourselves the opportunity to have a different experience.  When we can create experience to let our inner-light shine and our authentic beauty out, we have truly experienced success; something that is permanent and forever!

Happy New Year!

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP

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“Time Machine”

They say time is a circle—not a straight line.  It’s just that we don’t live long enough life cycles to remember from one life to another and to tie our expressions to our bigger, grander purpose; or who we really are. My Mother used to say, if you wait long enough it will be back in style.  Everything that is old becomes new again—and when I see things that are “new” it reminds me of my Grandmothers era or another place “in time.”  We know styles come and go in cycles.  What about the illusion of “time and space”?

This past summer I returned to Texas to pick up my car—a 1970 MGB that I bought in college—on a 5,000 mile road trip that took me through Washington, Oregon, California, New Mexico, into Texas and through El Paso, Austin and on east to Nacdogches and then back west through Utah to my childhood stomping grounds.  Our voyage across the country was a circle.  But if we had kept going?  Is the road in back of me the same one as the road in front of me or us? A huge cosmic circle?

Later, while cleaning the car I came across all sorts of little reminders which transported me back in time.  (Familiarity or déjà vu?) I found several U of W parking gate tickets, non-digital and an old map.  I found a rusted can of WD-40.  I found a favorite ceramic coffee mug—and a few pens.  All the little trinkets which propelled me back almost four decades when the car was first placed in storage. Time Machine . . . I thought.  The past had come back, into the NOW. It was the past. It was about the present too.  And, was it about the future as well?  A metaphor for our lives?

Our minds are vast and complicated with little understanding of the bigger system in which we live.  Sure, our 3D world was acknowledged and important, but like memories and feelings and consciousness—what lay outside of our physical world that could transport us to places unknown—likes dreams—and visions—and psychic knowing—or even astral travel?  Were we connected like the computer to an invisible human wifi?  What lays outside our physical world today, that is unaccepted—or not yet understood?  And, if we really are interdimensional beings, what insights and potentials do we create for ourselves based on our choices or our thoughts?  Unlike our paper geographical maps like I found in the car, was ours more of a personal individual energy map guided by our intuition and light language magnetic codes and intentions?

If we listen to our invisible guidance, are we able to jump timelines?  And, based on our choices, can our future be rewritten?  What about our past? I know when I stand at the center of my life in stillness, I realize that I create everything.  I can and do create “what’s next.”  But, just like the car—I must clean out and rid my being of unresolved things, and beliefs and be willing to move the needle from the old groove to make room for what is coming. Just like the location of the car—towed to its new locale which I was able to move physically creating new options—I choose the same for my life.  I believe that we are multidimensional with one foot in this dimension and another bigger part in a world I cannot see, but influences me everyday. If in fact, we have multidimensional DNA—then at some point, we have all been down this road before.  Influenced by this unknown, but “remembered past” called wisdom stored in our akashic lineage, living today in the now—and moving forward like the road circled before us.

I, for one, move forward with excitement with this unlimited possibility as I co-create and manifest my personal world and help with the global unfolding— which I choose to live in joy and happiness, without fear.

With the holiday season upon us—I extend this wish for you to.  To drop and heal what doesn’t serve you or me anymore—creating the road ahead of us and allowing the unfolding with integrity, and truth and love, full of compassion for everyone.  It is the time machine in us all—ready to be written or re-written and given as a starting point to shine our light of what is to come.

Happy Holidays—and Happy Travels!

“Realize that there are many things in the world for which no cause shall be found; not because it does not exist, but because we know too little to find it.”                                     ~Diana Gabaldon, Voyager

 

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Earth Angel

The green light turned—and the car’s break lights ahead of me released and although a clear sunny day—there were tears in my eyes as my foot eased onto the gas petal moving my car forward making my left turn on to University Ave; two souls had just connected on a profound level and I was trying to wrap my head around the intense heartfelt exchange.  I was shaken and my tears were confirmation to me that this had been no ordinary experience.

Minutes before, I had exited off I-595 as I headed west on my way to volunteer for a few hours at a golf tournament.  It wasn’t unusual for the homeless or just the downtrodden to be walking the intersection begging for money.  I had gotten used to this sight in El Paso, thirty years before—the only thing missing was the baby on the woman’s shoulder.  I wasn’t being cynical, it was just that it broke my heart every time I had to sit and watch these poor Mexican woman begging for money; sometimes I “donated” to the cause—sometimes—not.

Today, waiting for the light, I was struck by the ragged baggy grey-colored sweat pants and torn shirt this woman wore.  She carried the handwritten cardboard sign requesting money; I sighed.  I had not been to the bank—and only had a dollar and change—as the light held it’s red.  I pulled my backpack forward over the seat and pulled out my wallet.  She stopped, watching, as I maneuvered inside the car.  I rolled down the window.  “I only have a dollar and change,” I shouted, getting ready to hand her the single while unzipping the change compartment inside my wallet and pitching out whatever change I could between my fingers, knowing I was racing the clock of the ticking red light countdown.

As I reached out and held my hand toward hers, I looked closely—her left eye sagged in an unusual way, and I wondered silently what had happened.  Was it a birth defect or some accident that had left her somewhat deformed?  I smiled at her, and she smiled radiantly back. I could feel her gratitude.  Her teeth were unkept—and it looked like several were missing from where I sat in my car.  She reached out her hand and I reached out as well—and I cupped her fingers for a moment; fingertip to fingertip as if to say, it was okay.  What else could I do?  Our eyes met and I knew who she was.  In a nano second, I felt all her divinity—and she mine.  In that moment we exchanged more than I could ever imagine; it was beyond words. It was beyond conscious thought and logic.

I saw her, in that moment, Earth Angel—dressed in “costume”—as I was dressed in mine.  Each of us with different purposes.  Each playing our part.  Each no different than the other and for that split second—time stopped, stillness rained.  And, then it was over—and I was forever changed. I cannot speculate her experience—and won’t.   I had viewed that piece and part of myself in another; persecuted and pathetic, joyous and giving.  Was there a piece of her in us all and vice-versa?

This woman was not anyone you would consciously choose to emulate—but held a innocence of such love—playing her part—in this vast test of our cosmic intelligence and lesson; bringing forward the simple lesson of compassion and love—to whoever would listen for a moment; a cosmic wink? Was this the quantum wind which blew with intent and ignited our multi-dimensionality for those who had eyes to see that we were so much bigger than we ever believed? And, this angelic presence was in us all—not just some of us—but how quickly we had forgotten when consumed with so much extraneous redirection everyday; who were we really?

I looked back in my mirror as the light changed to green, wiping my eyes—watching her walk the asphalt gathering change and sliding it in her pocket.  Her job—a beggar in the streets—changing hearts—making us think—and giving us the opportunity for compassion action.  No judgment.  Just Love.

 

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About Cathy Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Certified Holistic Health Coach in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease, relationships, spirituality, and loss. Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling. She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

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Do Storms Such as Hurricanes and Tornados have Divine Intelligence? (And, Can We Affect Them?)

A Tornado touched down in the small east Texas town of Nacogdoches. Without warning, it plummeted through one of the grandest old neighborhood streets, snapping multiple old-mature trees like toothpicks.  It made its way toward Burrows Street, lifting and tossing several of my large terra-cotta clay pots and their contents onto the backyard lawn, (amazingly, not even broken?). Next it jumped over the apartment building next to our rental house, leaving both unharmed and tore the roof off a house next door to the apartments north-side; then it seemed to evaporate and disappear. That was 1996.  I never gave it another thought until I was cleaning up after Hurricane Irma a few days ago.

Florida, September 2017: My old white board fence needed a few more repairs.  I knew there were a few weak spots but discovered a few more after Irma. Oops. Several unnamed bushes on the east side had grown like weeds. I did not plant them but tried to respect their presence. I considered Mother nature an ally.  They had been planted by an “unstable” housemate a few years ago.  No one could identify them, but I shrugged my shoulders and tended to them as best I could.  All three of them, in different locations along the fence, were torn up by the storm and are now waiting pick up on the street.

“Was this an overdue cleansing 

or reboot of the energy 

that surrounded us?”

I raked leaves, picked up small branches and carried armfuls that had been strewn about to my growing pile of branches.  What a mess I mused. Not only the poor ravaged wind-burned vegetation that survived this battering, as I looked around, but the interruption with everything in our lives; a mandatory break from normalcy called by the Universe.  I was thankful and had much gratitude for the minor repairs as I hauled more broken limbs “to the curb.”

Later that afternoon, with the hot sun beating down, I retrieved the pool net from its home in the back yard and began the task of removing the leaves that had found their way to the bottom of my pool. While methodically scooping out the leaves from the water, the oddest thought struck me . . . and I realized in that moment, that my three beach balls were still in the pool. Really, they could have easily ended up in Miami or Palm Beach, thirty miles or more in either direction, with Irma’s winds that had swept so brutally across the state and beyond.  I looked across the pool and my 3 hanging crystals and wind chimes were also still fine. I looked up and the small line of lights around and across the pool were untouched! I wondered:

“Do storms have consciousness 

or divine intelligence that has escaped 

our awareness thus far?”

Even though most will remember that, a few years ago, it was predicated by most major scientists and geological experts that it was only a matter of time before California would fall into the ocean from the San Andreas fault that ran pretty much the length of the state.  It hasn’t.  And, we don’t hear very much about that these days.  Did consciousness shift that as well?

We are connected and are dependent on our earth for survival.  Maybe that’s why we call her “Mother?” The air we breathe.  The water we drink.  The food we grow.  The energy we receive and feel from our connection while outdoors.  Those, of course, are tangible things we see and can easily acknowledge.  But what if our ongoing shift and change has deeper threads than we have not yet fully acknowledged? Has our shift in consciousness connected us, in part, to our changing reality, road to higher compassion for one another and is somehow tied to this cycle and our severe weather? Are we one with Gaia? And what we do to her, we do to ourselves?  I understand that we are not separate from this spinning mass we call earth, but are inextricably connected.  We must begin to wake up to this connection.

In a crisis, everything is thrown for a loop, and in this case, one’s true nature is on exhibit for all to see.  Take the example of Joel Osteen and Mattress Matt.  Where did the compassionate action surface?  We witness the external and note the internal shifts within ourselves.  Phyllis, an astrologer simply says it this way, “Whew. Hurricanes, fires, earthquakes, and BIG personal shifts: ALL are Effects of the Eclipses!”  More invisible threads which show up in our external worlds created by the quiet storm and changing reality within ourselves. Are you the same today as you were last year?  Five years ago?

Author Pamela Eakins writes, “wind is the realm of conscious self-awareness. Throughout the world of wind, swirling wings of illumination continually arise from the subconscious mind.  That which is contained in the matrix of our being begins to make itself known. Thought comes alive and becomes focused as potential begins to realize itself on the mental plane. . . . We increase our emotional energy through affirming our openness of Love. . .  The veil of darkness is pierced by sudden comprehension.”

I highly suspect this is more reality than metaphor; however, it needs to be cognized. As long as we can be open to the seemly impossible and magic of our world, all things are possible. An open mind is one that can receive new insights and discard old beliefs which no longer serve us or humanity. We must ask ourselves, not why?  But, Why not? After all, I believe, we are the powerful co-creators of our world and Universes.   It is our light—not our fear that must guide us.  I believe we can help to change many things—including the path of strong winds.  We must embrace the wind as divine intelligence within us, cleansing and clearing and being in the question—because it is a part of who we are.  When we do— limitless possibility of Love awaits—no matter how it looks!

Now, help me to visualize the next alignment for the highest good for all and the most benevolent outcome as we send loving energy to “our Mother.”

“If you believe, 

we are pieces of the divine creator—

we have the power to move and change energy—even hurricanes like Irma!”

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“More Stars in the Sky Than Grains of Sand on Earth.”

I have read that there are more stars in the sky than grains of sand on the Earth, and it certainly seemed to be true the night Brad and I camped at Whiskeytown Shasta – Trinity National Recreation Area in northern California. The vastness of the Universe has held humanity’s attention for eons—and tonight was no exception for me. It was a rather spontaneous stop garnered by a quick internet search earlier that afternoon.  Yes, we were able to reserve a camp spot—and even pay the nominal fee over the phone with a credit card.  That was the easy part. As was our greeting by the National Park security who checked our name off the list and gave us verbal instructions and a cryptic map which designated our “C-16” spot that would be our “home” and rest spot for the night. However, by the time we reached the parking lot—complete darkness had set in—and in spite to producing two small flashlights—the layout—the paths—the markings and the darkness made the discovery of our campsite a bit of a challenge.  Was this a metaphor for us, for humanity as well?

Our persistence paid off and after about 45 minutes, our 3-4 minute walk downhill to the water and our camp site numerous times had us somewhat settled in—tent, sleeping bags and even two folding chairs—which provided the scenic views to the heavens.  We literally tailgated on the back of the pickup truck on the asphalt parking lot finishing cold chicken and fruit and by 11:00 P.M. found ourselves back down sitting in our observation chairs—sipping a glass of wine and relaxing in the fairly quiet wilderness.  (The “neighbors” kids finally began to get quiet and the dog was at last peaceful—lol—woof-woof.) So much as a break from suburbia!

As I stared out into the heavens, I wondered, what lay beyond the boundaries of our human existence?  Who were we really, behind the cloaked veil that our daily lives consumed?  And, where did we come from?  There are many who believe that we are seeded from the stars—that philosophy, when I thought about it, felt right.  Were we seeded from the Pleadians two hundred thousand years ago?  Were these light beings our divine parents from a lineage billions of years old?   Were we the “new kids” on the block? There were many indigenous and ancient peoples whose creation story linked us to the stars—and each story to each other, even though there was no means of communication between them.  These stories were etched and painted upon the caves and artifacts over the millennium.  There were sightings of lights where no electricity existed—Mt. Shasta was certainly one—Hawaii and Uluru were other places of magic. Our knowledge so limited, and our technology still primitive—gave us little understanding of the vastness and infinite makings of the multiverses and galaxies beyond our closest frontiers.

And, so it was, as I drifted off to sleep—thinking about my adventure to east Texas to reclaim my old MGB with my friend Brad and the stars that filled my imagination and my fascination.  It had been a long hot day and we had already crossed many miles when my tired body laid upon the air mattress. What did we really know?

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