Opening the Window

A metaphor for "life"?

A metaphor for “life”?

My friend Debbie opened the champagne; a bottle left over from her birthday. We were going to eat out, but I had all the makings of dinner. Around her dining room table, and over my simple grilled steak and sweet tomato salad, we seemed to naturally float into the world of “no time”. Our conversation spawn over many topics, all substantially of depth: divorce, death, kids, love life, and mysteries of the universe that included questions surrounding astrology, soul relationships and Akashic records.
She drew a book from her library. Write about this she proclaimed and read aloud: ” Two common misconceptions are that peace is a calm, placid state with little feeling and that intense feelings are not spiritual.” Debbie continued, “these misconceptions have nearly succeeded in killing us. . . Intense emotions are a natural part of life and the emotional body must vibrate to live. Strong emotions, both good and bad, create the vibration which allows us to connect with Source of energy, love and salvation. Fervent anger can be a powerful motivator for social change. Jealousy is a secret message, exposing unworthiness. Hurt feelings are the unacceptable parts of us, calling for love and illumination.”*

I nodded. I had spent a lot of time reflecting and questioning the ok-ness and appropriateness of just such topics and reactions both in the world of personal transformation and spirituality. The topic seemed even more important as we have moved into the new energy and new paradigm model.

Authenticity for me meant dropping the old that no longer serves and truly heal those parts of us that have been stuffed and stored down deep within our psyche; the illusion that they have been locked safely away in some vast storage unit. Not realizing that they are triggered when the monthly, quarterly or annual statement arrives and we are forced to write a check triggering off a cascade of feelings and emotions that have nothing to do with our current circumstance or event that sends us off crying, mad, hurt or in anger. On the extreme end, I see it as road rage, domestic violence and abuse–on the other end I see it as unhealthy relationships, passionless careers, addictions or self-defeating behaviors reflected in things like our food choices and eating patterns. All somehow related?

My childhood home was oftentimes filled with such confusion. The unspoken undercurrent and unhappiness loomed. We were not allowed to voice our displeasure or disagreement. There was no healthy way to communicate verbally. My Mother would often run to her room and slam the door. The harder the slam, the angrier she was. My Father never said a word or raised his voice. Only years later did I find poetry was his escape; unconsciously drawn to deal with this own pain–finding some relief as he wrote words on a yellow legal pads, paper napkins or crinkled envelopes. These learned dysfunctional behaviors, habits and beliefs I notice perpetuate in our family today among my siblings; sighting the elephant in the room is easy. Can we talk? I see it woven in the tapestry–on the other side, my ex-husband’s Jewish roots brought hot-blooded exchanges. That didn’t work so well either!

So, how do we learn to love ourselves and gain courage to move through the hurts and beliefs to neutrality where we are no longer so affected and able to face the fears directly? I suppose that is the million dollar question. I know that pretending these feelings do not exist does not work. It is not authentic or loving, and leads to our dis-ease and depression–heart attacks and cancer. Just pick up a copy of Louise Hay’s book, “You can heal your life” notice each label.
I know there are no magic bullets or wizard’s wands. It takes real work. Accept what isn’t working. Make a commitment to yourself. Ask for help. The answer lies within. Are we willing and open for the answer? Find a safe place or trusted friend. Remember, we always have choice. We always have the power and freedom to write a new story. The very appropriate metaphor of placing our mask over our nose first, before we can help others is important. By living our truth our way, we begin depositing rather than withdrawing from our emotional bank account. Once we examine our beliefs and take responsibility for our actions, and thoughts does it become possible to live in joy, peace, happiness and love. It is ours for the asking and willingness to walk through another doorway. Then old triggers become less and less like hurricanes; rather like breezes through your open window. Our new higher vibration will guide us closer to our true nature. What will we chose today? Each moment is a new opportunity!
“Not until the pain of the same is greater than the pain of change will you embrace change.”

-Dave Ramsey

The journey is the reward!

Be well–in love and light,

Cathy

Sources for transformation:

Wellness and Nutrition: http://www.cathysilverhealth.com

Grief Recovery: (www.hollywoodhealingcenter.org)

Personal transformation: http://www.gratitudetraining.com

*Angel Blessing, by Kimberly Marooney

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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Morning Mediation

Bright green parrots screaming, flying wildly over head
Jet plane passes on , familiar loud reverberation
Fish tail palms , rustling leaves–brushing, swaying, summer breeze
Quietly, sitting, breathing, noticing
And life goes on

Orange and white cat meows
Another plane zooms on
Morning coffee ritual waits
Motorcycle passing on the street
Leaves falling silently to the ground.
Quietly, sitting, breathing, noticing
And life goes on.

Another plane passing overhead
Orange cat meows again–meow–meow–meow, relentless–meow.
Flowers swaying from the breeze; welcome glorious summer’s end.
Silence comes briefly, and is gone; broken, distinct, conflicting;
The throaty Harley ambles on.
Quietly, sitting, breathing, noticing
And life goes on.

Little birds chirp their cheerful tune
Car drives on
In the distance I hear the siren racing frantically to its call–echo–echo–echo.
Cars passing, kids playing, baby crying, A/C back on
Quietly, sitting, breathing, noticing
And life goes on

Silently I breathe
Gentle wind blows
Warming Sun, reaching rays, invisibly touching, laughing, adorning my skin
Meow, cat rubbing against my leg.
Birds are back, cackling, calling, singing out
Squirrels warns, sentinel alert, A/C unit on, plane thunders, racing, rushing far above-destination unknown.

Meow, Meow, Meow

Here I am to meditate,
Quietly, sitting, breathing, noticing
And life goes on

White noise in my mind, always turning, always working, always thinking
Another plane above

Dog barking, doors shutting, starlings squawking, more planes flying on
Silently I breathe quieting my mind–ah finally, quietness a reflection of my soul.
Oops, another plane, another horn, a/c cycles once again, noisy parrots back, green.
Blending, expanding, growing, witnessing, feeling, . . . The Question . . . The Moment.
Quietly, sitting, breathing, noticing
And life goes on.

Cathy Silver
9.3.2012

“That’s why so many of us teach meditation. Because when you stop thought, you stop resistant thought. When you stop resistant thought, then you let it in. That’s why we teach appreciation, because when you’re in appreciation, you are not in the mode of resistance, and you are letting it in. ”
— Abraham

www.energiesofhealing.com