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

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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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Old vs. New Consciousness; Happening Right Before Our Very Eyes!

Who would have thought innocent cats would have been at the center of such controversy. This 12-12-12 shift continues to be more and more visible. (It shows up in subtle ways in each of our lives.) I add and share this story to dispel the fear surrounding this consciousness shift. You decide as you read the dispute below–about the cats! Meow! Who has taken the more astute approach? Living in the harmony of love and the collective–or the life and position of hate and fear? This drama is unfolding in the city of Delray Beach, Florida, between a woman and her landlord. . . This is the darkness that is being exposed; the light is shinning bright! It was broadcast on a local TV Station . . .

“Astoundingly in the news report Tom admits he has no clue as to what Lisa does in the Tent, thou he alludes to some mythic aspect of cats being a disease vector to pregnant women…it was picked up by local TV news . . . Darkness cannot hide!

http://www.wpbf.com/news/south-florida/Palm-Beach-County-News/Businesswoman-faces-eviction-after-feeding-feral-cats/-/8815578/17684694/-/ups27s/-/index.html

Businesswoman faces eviction after feeding feral cats; Landlord claims nuisance, denies trapping cats.

Some Sample Comments:

Arin Ashlar Tiki Man • West Palm Beach, Florida

All prospective and current business owners and land owners should boycott working with Tom Worrell. The man is a heartless moron. To Lisa: trap them all yourself asap and relocate them to a safe colony before this evil jack8ss kills more innocent cats and spews more ridiculous misinformation about health hazards. Also, you should be happy to move your business somewhere where you will not be paying this guy a red cent.

Shelly Miller
The landlord is an ignorant, cold-hearted fool. It’s a crime? The cats are spreading diseases?? He really made an idiot out of himself in this video.

Sue Gibson Feral cats are found in many South Florida communities! There are humane and responsible protocols to promote public health and manage the cats, and people to help, and then there are IMHO ignorant people like the property manager in this video. What is ridiculous is that happy, safe cats were killed, personal pets could be threatened, an entrepreneur faces losing her business, and someone looks like an idiot.
Dee Martin • Graphic Artist at World Media Enterprises
How very sad. Lisa, thank you for everything you have done to help the cats. Many blessings to you…I am so sorry that you are having to go through this. The community at large needs to be educated about ferals. The vacuum effect is real and there will be another colony taking over that territory. Killing is not the answer. Education and spay/neuter is the answer. I fully support TNR. Stay strong.

A. R. Henry
Tom Worrell has a heart of ice. Anyone who works so dilligently to harm cats will get theirs. I hope Lisa Kelly is vindicated, and finds a more receptive landlord and tenancy. She is more consciencious and considerate than some people who try to help cats. Worrell is the nuisance.

Ossie Sharon • Case Western Reserve University School of Medicine
This landlord is evil, pure evil. Clearly the last thing about which he is concerned is “health”. I agree he should be charged for trapping and killing the cats, and hope Ms. Kelly finds enough supporters to sue him into a feral life on the streets.

Be Well, and in Love and Light,
Cathy

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Let’s discuss GMO’s

Let us know what we are eating!

When leaded paint was discovered in toys manufactured in China for kids here in the U.S. there was a huge public outcry about safety and the potential poison when ingested and exposure to lead toxicity. Do you remember? Or what about the controversy today surrounding mercury fillings–now–30+ years after the fact it was deemed perfectly suitable and “SAFE” to fill our teeth? Historically our country was founded on public outcry–over our inherent rights and freedom not allowed by a controlling Monarchy. But we seem to be confused and have lost our way with GMO’s. Perhaps if it was as simple as seeing 3-eyed fish in our supermarkets we would be alarmed!

Today, GMO’S are on my mind. For those unfamiliar with this term, it means “Genetically Modified
Organism”; or less common GE meaning “genetically engineered”. GMO’S are in everything we eat today. Have they contributed to and are they part of the reason we have a dramatic increase in the sickness and dis-ease we experience as a culture today? Does the microscopic universe deep within our cells feel this assault and poisoning everyday? Does it surface in cancer, auto immune and unexplained maladies which affect our brain, organs and nervous system each and everyday day?

A study published in Nature shows that pollen from B.t. Corn (genetically modified) caused high mortality rates in Monarch Butterfly caterpillars. Hum? Are we not seeing the canary? This splicing technology done by the huge evil empires of Monsanto and Dupont in the chemical/agriculture business does not and cannot occur in nature or in traditional crossbreeding. I ask, what is the indirect cost to us? our children? our spouses? and our parents when they lay dying or ill in the hospitals as they manipulate the truth in order to line their pockets with gold? According to Natural News, there is “a growing body of evidence that connects GMO’S with health problems, environmental damage and violation of farmers’ and consumer rights.” When will we wake up and realize that some things are NOT an improvement on Mother Nature’s original design? “In the U.S., the government has approved GMO’S based on studies conducted by the same corporations that create them and profit from their sale.” It seems like the fox is watching over the hen-house!

We as a Nation are appalled at the atrocities of Tiananmen Square, or Soviet Bloc policies or even the treatment of women by the Taliban. Yet are we so blind that we not notice our own sly and political corruption motivated by greed and control? Monsanto and Dupont dumped 45 million to the campaign to defeat Proposition 37 in the state of California. Believe it or not, Prop. 37 only asked for the “Right to Know“. Is that really too much to ask? I think not. Those who control the food supplies control the world. Fear rides in place of integrity among many. Isn’t it time that we know what we are eating? Why must this be held in such secrecy? If this food is safe as the developers and genetically bio-tech proponents claim –then let me chose. Don’t I have that right? I for one want to know what I am eating. Please join me in the small request to Label our food. Let me know how it was grown. Let me make my own choice. As, it stands, I must remove the poison mercury fillings from my teeth. Ridding my cells of toxic poisons is not as easy to see or something I care to do in the future. Are you with me? Sadly, the GMO battle seems like a movie plot for James Bond–Monsanto and Dupont playing contemporary villain Dr. No.

Take a stand. Get involved. Learn more. Visit:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jonathan-greenberg/lessons-from-monsanto_b_2119552.html

http://www.nongmoproject.org/learn-more/ Or make your voice heard at: http://justlabelit.org/

Also Watch the DVD–Food, Inc.

Be Well,

Cathy

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