Timo, I love your poem. Thank you for posting it! And thank you all for posting in this thread. What an amazingly wonderful group of people have been posting on this forum. We have a beautiful community!
Lately, I've stopped reading any news about Donald Trump. I did some meditations while walking my dog in the woods where I asked spirit to raise my vibration to a higher level. The next thing I knew, I couldn't stomach reading any n news that involved DT any more. I found that the ups and downs of the North Korea summit, for example, were making me tired and depleting my energy. Past presidents had enough diplomacy expertise to know how to minimize the drama with foreign powers, but not DT. I just don't want to be on his manic depressive authoritative, racist, malignant narcism rollercoaster. Now when a story about him gets emailed to me, my eyes instantly jerk away. The information gets to me anyway via osmosis, if I need to know it. I get the picture.
While I have of course read all the predictions we get (I compiled and posted them today) and many included stories about Trump, including my own visions, I prefer to focus more on the positive predictions we have gotten.
The positive predictions are the direction we are going. They are the long term future. They are the seeds of change that are being sown now. They are not fluff, we spotted women rising, for example, long before the me-too movement hit full swing.
I notice also since doing those vibration-raising exercises that I do while walking in the woods, that I am addicted right now to my vegetable garden. I can't wait to get there and put my hands in the soil. If it gets too hot, I take the garden hose and shower myself with the sweet water. Such a great feeling. I'm still there at night when the moon rises and the owls start in.
I believe that family gardens and community gardens and small farms are the wave of the future. I love learning how seeds grow. They are just like raising infants - you have to give them a LOT of daily feedings and treat them like, well, babies.
I also set up all my appointments by email now so that I don't have to answer the phone and deal with all the tele-marketers who disguise their phone numbers to make themselves look like someone I might know. My days are getting more peaceful. My readings are becoming more soulful and more channeled. There are so many spirits now trying to help us.
I decided to launch a set of mindfulness, positive psychology and intuition classes locally for the fall, and am developing an online version which I'll post soon. The classes enable me (and anyone who takes them) to get fully into a more peaceful state of well-being while keeping up our intuition.
The wave of the future is not crazy roller coaster news and oligarch-funded government. I see now that it is what I'd been shown by spirit in a meditation many years ago. The wave of the future is peace, and love of the land, and families, and community, and interconnectivity with all things. This is very good news. After the shock of DT's election, and the need to take it in, I think my own need to focus on inner peace may also reflect the Collective's needs to do the same.
And I am so grateful for all of you and for our beautiful community.
OMG you are all so amazing! We all feel the sorrow, sadness and love and laughter of life. Thank God! Light and love to all of you. We all rise together!
Sorry for posting so much here guys, but for the last week my son and his sweet smile and laugh has made my heart flutter and brought my spirits up. He knows no stranger no matter where we go, he brightens up the room with his innocent love for people and nature. He has been making me think of all the things I'm grateful in life and how lucky I am to have him in it. It takes away all the negative for a while. I just wanted to say that ^^ love and peace to all of you amazing people.
I frequently read this missive stream from a computer that doesn't store my login information; the posts always touch my heart and lead to me reflect, pray, and share light. They give me strength. This has been one of the most challenging years of my life in terms of self-examination … don't know if the external chaos I've been so anxious about just took a rapid, rabid dive into self, festered, swelled, and turned kaleidoscope or what, but I feel like different parts of myself have been fighting each other really hard, and it hasn't been pretty. I stand outside of it, and there's this deformed ego mentally projecting vile stuff hither and yon. I reign it in; regroup. Then, there's this horrifying insecurity wobbling around and bouncing off the insides, like a dryer full of old shoes. I reflect a lot about the fear and wisdom people share here. Bluebelle's words about not surrendering to despair led me to thinking a lot about surrendering … not to despair but at some point … in despair to something so much greater than myself that sometimes seems so real and dear and comforting. I think these inner characters are ready to surrender. I know I can't package them up … they're just lying there in a bloody mess. Maybe it's just that I needed to see them and how they're not working and that the only way out is to just toss them over to that something so real and dear and comforting that can do a much better job than I can and then just trust It. I've had to do that this surrender thing big time twice before--as a young adult and as a mom, and it worked. Just seems like time to do it again. Cheers to It … and hoping like mad this all rolls out okay again … hear that third time's a charm. Best to all.
Thinking of you, Gracesinger, my friend. I spent some time yesterday reading quotes from Anne Lamott and reading your post reminded me of this: https://www.ted.com/talks/anne_lamott_12_truths_i_learned_from_life_and_writing/transcript?language=en#t-943024
It’s been a tough year. Set yourself free and be at peace again.
My favorite line from Anne Lamott's talk: "Laughter really is carbonated holiness." Thank you BlueBelle.
Thank you, BlueBelle. I had forgotten how relatable I found Anne Lamott and truly need to dig her out again. I often recognize the language of 12-step two-steppers on this site. It's how I learned to walk and talk, when I was about 23 and bottomed out. I have become pretty indignant about the fact that the Far Right gets to claim God, when Anne Lamott's profane, on your knees and elbows in the middle of all of your crap, declarations seem to totally encapsulate my experience: "God just means goodness. It's really not all that scary. It means the divine or a loving, animating intelligence, or, as we learned from the great "Deteriorata," "the cosmic muffin." A good name for God is: "Not me." Emerson said that the happiest person on Earth is the one who learns from nature the lessons of worship. So go outside a lot and look up. My pastor said you can trap bees on the bottom of mason jars without lids because they don't look up, so they just walk around bitterly bumping into the glass walls. Go outside. Look up. Secret of life. " Sometimes when I close my eyes, I sense images ... last night a loving green essence of light just comforted me and then this image of a pair of scissors came to mind and snipped. I had been in the middle of spinning out again and fretting about a difficult person in my life. I get so OCD about things/people ... I turn them over and then pull them back again to look at again and again. Since I've been delivered of a pair of shears, I've been monitoring my self-think and every time I return to the stuff I threw over, I've been snipping. Snip, snip, snip. That's why I love gardening … I just go into hyperfocus and zone out in the garden. It's the best way to truly let go and Let God do His, Her, Its major thing. Thank you!
Lately all I have been able to think about is my future, and honestly it frightens me not knowing what's going to come of me. Im definitely good at worrying. I'd love to follow my all time dream of becoming a Veterinarian, but I'm having doubt from everything going on in the world right now. So right now I'm a young, stay at home mom with an over active mind and imagination. ?
This is kind of long. I'm 74, and I lost my husband nearly four years ago. I have brothers 85, 86, and a sister 87. She has dementia. I didn't get to know her until her husband retired from the army. He was born in 1929. He joined the merchant marines first, but since he was under age, his mom got him out of it. He then joined the army. He served in occupied Japan, Korea, Johnson Island , and three tours in Vietnam. He got a Bronze Star in 1969. Anyway, for the past two years, I've spent 7-8 hours a day with her, making sure she ate, etc. Recently though, her daughters took her to Tulsa to stay with them until they find a nursing home. I'm suppose to clean up. So I was going through one of her many scrap books to see what I could throw away, and I came across an unsigned valentine card that made me teary. I was like my husband talking to me. Hi, sweetheart. It's just a little Valentine, but loving as can be. Because your name is on it, and because it comes from me!