Seeing Clearly

             It’s been a while since we had a Mercury retrograde conversation.  There are several reasons for this.

             The first is that my Life Lessons include patience, and trying to focus on positives, rather than negatives, while still allowing my emotions the space they need to process and feel.  But it’s also about how, when we “go with the flow” and simply keep one step above the physical struggles of Life, we genuinely have a better view

             This particular planetary reverse cycle has been brutal.  In terms of technology, sooth-brain moments, and dealing with ANY and ALL communications.  I’ve been trying to wade through it, keeping my mouth shut (the better to not let anything out, as well as anything in.)

             The reminder I keep chanting silently inside my head is “it’s all temporary” on a repeating loop.  Because now I’m more aware than ever how fleeting every bit of our embodied lives truly are.

             What the Universe wants us to focus on is not the chaos, but the

Clarity.

             The point of understanding these types of challenges is to see where we can grow, what we can learn, and in how many ways we can improve.  Retrograde = review, revise, reassess, reconnect, retreat, reappear, reconsider, revisit, retrace, renegotiate, and every other re- we can find.

             To see clearly, we have to comprehend what we’re viewing.  When we look through the lens of quiet time, restful peace, and stillness (even the seemingly forced kind), we are better able to comprehend our messages.  We are better able to absorb the knowledge from within.  We are better able to hear our Team, and what they are sharing.

             While this phase is never easy, it is also not complicated.  These down-times merely show us the other side of our busy-ness.  Which is helpful.   

Image courtesy of Jessica Adams

 

 

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Party of One, Plus All

             Nearly every afternoon I come across (or am directed to) a new person/social media account/ground-breaking pioneer group who is speaking up and making a difference.

             It’s these individuals and their strength where I see the hope in our future.

             Our tomorrows depend on all of us doing our small part.  We know that one person can’t manage it alone.  But one person, plus one more person, plus another, plus more, together with many, can (and have, and will again) make an enormous difference.

             This is why the Universe wants us to remember how valuable we are

one at a time.

             Similar to how we survive when the challenges feel too heavy, when our circumstances seem overwhelming, when we struggle.  To stay afloat, we strip life down to basics, so that we are then able to face our next new day.

             One minute, we can make.  One hour, we’re alright.  One small manageable portion at a time is a way to move forward when we absolutely think everything is impossible.

             As just one person, we join with just one more person.  Eventually a group has formed.  Together, we change what does not work.  Together, we bring a new awareness.  Together, we create a better place to live.

 

 

 

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Individual Implementation

             As we travel this life, we see the sights, we gather our stories, and we (hopefully) learn some lessons.  The longer we live, wearing these bodies, the more we are able to understand about why we’re here and what we’re doing.

             At least, that’s the plan (as in, our blueprint, the one we crafted for ourselves).

              When we’re at Home on the Other Side, setting up these adventures, we have all the knowledge of the Universe at our fingertips.  We have our singular journey and our collective presence.  But when we come down here to LIVE it, the entirety of it all can feel like it’s been forgotten.

             In reality, all of that greatness and all of those answers, have merely been stored for later access.

             Access It

             is our message right now.  We are being advised to go after those squirreled away memories, teachings, and that soul-deep understanding.  We are being asked to open up our storage unit of awareness, flip open the book of records, harvest from the tree of life.

             Whether we meditate, pray, walk near the water, stare into the flames – whether we dream, drum, hum, or chant.   Whatever is our tool, our vehicle to get there, we are being directed to open that crate, hop on board.

             The scope of this wisdom is immeasurable.  Whatever is our situation, current issue, or complaint, we can find a solution.  The task is simple, but not always easy.

             But we must, we need to look within.  We need to listen.  We have to tune in, today.  Gathering this, and then sharing it, that’s our job at this very moment.

             For me, personally, as I’ve shared before, I like a YouTube guided meditation.  (Something voiced with a foreign accent is especially soothing.)  Or, sitting on a cloudy and overcast beach with my feet in the cold sand as waves roll up, crashing loudly.  Often just a view of some falling water can calm me and help me to feel the earth’s voice, hear the songs of the sky.

             Whatever it is that centers you, calls out to you, do that.  Sit with it, bathe in it, allow it to flow over and through you.  Heal from it.  And then . . . . . share the Joy, the knowledge, and the lovingkindness.

 

This is what I’m currently listening to.  It’s beautiful, and has exactly the right feel.

 

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Tune In

             We are being sent messages all the time.  From our loved ones who have already gone Home.  From our Spirit Guides.  From angels.  From Walk-Besides.  From Source.  From Nature.  From every corner of the Universe.

             They send us reassurances.  They stop in to say hello.  They connect in an infinite number of ways.  They poke us when we need it the most.

             Our job?  To notice and acknowledge.  That’s all.  Nothing more.

             I was reading cards for a woman once, she asked me why her Team never reached out.  I said, “they do!”

             She wanted to argue and claim her lonely I’ve-been-forgotten-ness, wanted to continue wearing the comfortable guise of victim. While at the same time she wanted to be an If-I-Can’t-See-It-It’s-Not-Real snob.

             That’s simply not how this process works.  They don’t need us to believe in them, they already exist.

             I’ll say it again:  our job is to notice.  And acknowledge.

             We can add gratitude, and follow-through, but they aren’t necessary, just nice.  What won’t be of any use is if we deny that the messages are arriving.

             The Universe is reminding us right now that we are here, in this place and time for a purpose. It is up to us to do our best, to be observant, to be willing to

receive.

             We’ve spoken of this before.  If we paid attention to every single message, we’d never get anything else done.  But, if we are open to allowing the most pertinent and timely ones to get through, we can better understand how they can help.

             And let me just say, those on the Other Side absolutely do want to help.  Many of them, that is their exact purpose.  We have more assistance than is comprehendable with our limited physical brains inside these unwieldy meat suits.

             Among the most common signs are music, coins, feathers, rainbows, cloud formations, colors or types of sunsets/sunrises, numbers, and “coincidences” (which are never coincidences because there is no such thing).

             All we really need to remember is, if we pay attention, if we open our minds, if we open our hearts, if we look with lovingkindness and joy, we’ll receive that which will benefit us the very most.

Image Credit:

my beloved and treasured sister-in-law Barbara.  Who sends me exactly what I need always when I need it.

On Any Other Day, By Any Other Name

             Today is my 37th wedding anniversary.  For the past five-plus years we’ve taken a little day trip or a small getaway (usually no more than an hour from the house).  These outings were so lovely, so simple.  So much more than we’d been able to give each other previously.

             When we found out that he’d have to work this afternoon, we rolled with it.  It’s how our lives were for the first 30 or so years together.  We made personal sacrifices for the greater good.

             Which is really kind of the basic theme for this life he and I have (apparently) selected, when we last left the spiritual plane and put on our current physical bodies.

             I wonder though, can it be described as “sacrifice” when it doesn’t feel like a choice?  My personal experience of the past nearly six decades has almost never given me the impression that we are the types of people who can say no to a workday in favor of a private celebration.  The heritage and ancestors we come from have forever needed those paychecks, needed those meager earnings.

             Believe me, I’m the first to say “you always have a choice!” when asked for advice.  So probably, in this situation, as in many others, the selection he and I are making is “we need the money more” and we just have to adjust.

             Our message right now is about that, that adjustment, that examination, that freedom of space and time.  If we don’t have a party, we don’t have a fancy recognition?  Well, that doesn’t mean we didn’t mark the day.  It doesn’t mean he and I don’t value and treasure this relationship.

             If we are given the opportunity to help others, to assist in the benefit of the whole, isn’t it sort of the best choice to do that?  He was needed there today; we rely on all the working hours available in order to stay housed, clothed, and fed.

             Did we give up part of our time together?  Yes.  Did we hand over this calendar date in favor of another?  Yes.  And we’re both okay with it.

             In the end, we had a nice meal, late.  We were together, eventually.  And soon, we’ll go somewhere else, a day trip, or a small getaway.  We’ll call it an anniversary present, delayed.

Our dream vacation.

 

 

 

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