But do I actually have anything to say that will make a difference?

sri-yantra“The truth can be used to harm, or to heal” ~ my erstwhile mentor, Philip Goodman during one of our many fine talks.

I am of the belief that every one of us, in fact all living beings have at the center of their being a soul.  It’s the part of us that has a direct line to the Infinite.  It is always about good, about light, and ultimately about love, compassion and grace.  I know this in the way so many of us know things that have no empirical truth; we know.  However, are we engaged in a regular and devoted practice that helps us connect to the Source within each of us?  Is it or is it not each of our truest, highest purpose to do this?  Or is it cool to just shoot from the hip, do and say and mimic what our parents, teachers, life trauma and experience, and authorities told us was right?
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I’m really not here to judge anyone.  Ultimately, we have to meet each other exactly where we are, and go from there.  And I think we have the ability to do that.  We have a strange world political situation going on at present — and it seems to have had almost everyone digging in their heels and saying I am right, and you are wrong, and I am willing to fight about it.  I was in Miami last summer studying ashtanga yoga with Paramaguru Sharath Jois.  When he was asked about social media, he simply said ‘Everybody has comment.’  And so it is.

In my previous post, I suggested that ‘what if there was a virus that infected all of us, and it’s outward manifestation was to cause us to ‘think’ in a certain combative way?’… Wouldn’t we want to treat our illness first?  And wouldn’t we stop rampantly stating what was on our mind once we had our diagnosis?  And lastly, wouldn’t we follow a prescribed course of care to heal our self of the virus?

ahquote2In my experience, and using the metaphor / mythology of warriors and healers, we begin our early adult life as warriors.  We battle adversity.  We fight corruption.  We rail against the relative inequities in life.  We rage against the machine.  And we learn.  We gain in experience.  We become wiser.  We soften.  We learn compassion.  Grace enters.  We transition into healers.  We see how our experiences and accumulated awareness can help others.  By helping others we see first hand how lives are transformed.  We witness light entering into areas where once only darkness existed.  We are affirmed.

hands-mona-therese-pieceI was given an intuitive piece to the puzzle of my own soul’s purpose years ago.  I found myself in a position to speak publicly, becoming vulnerable in a very public way, telling the truth of me, and it was my hope to bring healing to others so that they could begin to lay down some of their own weaponry.  That piece was this;  if even one soul is reached, your purpose is served.  That soul may even be your own.  And like that all pressure to perform and be ‘somebody’ was lifted.  Simply by tuning into the inner healer, and sharing from that perspective, by being a hollow bone or conduit for that which is Universal, I could serve the highest good.  It was no longer about me.  Or about being right.

In the west, we have evolved into a largely compartmentalized tribe.  We sit in our metal boxes trying to get somewhere by a certain time so we can do a certain thing.  We use the metal box to defend our space.  We sit at our desk, and are unable to make eye contact with the outer world, and are unable to feel the subtle energy of others, and are unable to hear the intonation of a voice.  We suffer from disconnect.  And boy do we have comments.

We comment about who should or shouldn’t drive in the left lane.  We comment about patriotism, sexuality, politics, ad infinitum.  Always a comment.  But have we checked in?  Have we checked our motives?  What is our intention?  Is it on purpose?  Or are we just spreading the disease?

mahatma-gandhi-750x400I am not saying there are not battles to be fought or that our warriors are very active right now.  Many an enlightened soul has had to face immense struggle,
Gandhi comes to mind, as does the Bhagavad-Gita in which Arjuna still has to endure both the inner struggle and the outward struggle with that which he loves and has formed attachment to.  hqdefault

I am saying — what will serve all the one world — is for each of us to be responsible for having a practice devoted to finding, getting acquainted with, and more easily accessing our own soul.  In this way, we all serve the one world.

Until next time ~ peace

 

Finding Balance and Truth in a World gone “Viral”

building-better-worlds-930x350I consider myself an independent individual. I’m not a registered republican or democrat. I sometimes lean liberal, other times conservative. I’ve been on both sides of the libertarian / socialist debate. Mostly, I align with those who take a global view, are humanistic and compassionate and strong on the issue of global ecology. I favor a thriving middle class, and prefer people following their heart and soul; their bliss, over any of the preferred mythologies of our times.  In fact, I’ve dedicated this year to being clear about stating what is I DO WANT, instead of complaining.  I can not say I have been successful, because honestly there are so many things being done I do not think are good for our planet, and they are being done in such a unilateral way — the soil is ripe for complaining.  I have fallen prey to what feels like a virus, a sickness, which turns us all into zombies of a bickering nature.  Everybody is right and nobody is sorry, as the song goes.

Occasionally I get an email that gets my attention, sort of slaps me in the face and makes me say ‘Wow, these people are hurting. They’ve been traumatized. They are afraid. At some level they’re ashamed, in a toxic way, and are lashing out.’ I feel for them, and at the same time, I see great error in their conclusion and decisions.

Here’s the email below and after if you read on, you’ll find what I think is an appropriate and factual response. I wonder though, will we ever progress toward unity? I sometimes have my doubts about the human species and it’s destructive tendencies:

“The 89th showing of the Academy Awards are coming up on February 26th.  It is important that we, the deplorables, show the likes of Meryl Streep, Jennifer Lawrence, Alec Baldwin, Cher, Ashley Judd, Whoopi Goldberg, Joy Behar, and the other arrogant hypocrites, that we, the backbone and decent people of America
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, are more united than the bitter, unhappy, angry, divisive people of the entertainment industry.

These arrogant, pompous, pampered soulless individuals declare that half of Americans are racist, sexist, and bigoted for voicing our political choice through Donald Trump. Yet there can be no doubt that the entertainment industry does more to exploit, degrade, minimize, and stereotype women than Donald Trump or any other industry ever has.  From Madonna and Miley Cyrus parading on stage with little to no clothing while grabbing their crotches and allowing fans to do the same, to movies that depict women as whores, sluts, and gold-diggers dependent on their bodies for survival, to the deplorable speeches of Madonna and Ashley Judd talking about their periods in a vile manner and talking about blowing up the White House, we must send these evil hearted people a strong and distinct message that they do not speak for the women of this country and they are not the role models of our young daughters. The wearing of pink does not negate the black hearts that these people have for our country and our Constitution.  Nor does it negate the disdain and contempt they have for the American people and our political process.

In recent social media threads, the good people of this nationla-1459189029-snap-photo are calling for a full boycott of the entertainment industry for this unwarranted and outrageous display of petulant behavior. Some in the entertainment industry are mocking us saying, “Go ahead, we don’t need you trailer trash racists.”  That may be true, but these people do need our green dollars.  It is important that we send a strong and powerful message to this group telling them to stick to their make believe jobs and to leave the politics of this country to the people, just as our wise and forward thinking forefathers designed.

The good people of this country are not asking you to give up movies.  We are asking you to take two simple steps.  First, refuse to support these groups by refusing to watch the Academy Awards on February 26th.  Simply change the channel or go for a walk with your family members and tell them how much you love them.  Second, forward this request to as many friends as possible and post it on social media to get the word out.  This will only be effective if we show the same unity we exhibited during the election.  Yet how powerful will it be when the ratings for the Academy Awards fall in the toilet.  It is only for a couple of hours and requires very little effort.  When this happens, the arrogant entertainment industry will understand just how insignificant and powerless they are.

I am so proud of my fellow Americans who stood up and said, “Enough is Enough.” Michelle may have only been proud of this country once in her life, but we the patriots have never lost our love and pride in America.  The left is now up to their old tricks trying to bully the rest of us into feeling guilty.  Let them know that their selfish, vulgar, and unpatriotic behavior over this past week will not be tolerated.  Let them know that we will not be silenced and that we are no longer going to be shamed for what we believe.  We must continue the fight!  We must shut them down now!  We must show them that America will be great again no matter how filthy and disgusting they become.

Boycott the Academy Awards on February 26, 2017.

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Response:

lat-clooney-42-la0004064916-20090101George Clooney the actor and human rights campaigner criticised Trump and his supporters for taking aim at Meryl Streep after she gave a speech condemning the president earlier this year.

Trump accused her of being part of the “Hollywood elite,” but Clooney said, Trump himself is part of that “elite.”

“Trump has 22 acting credits and earns $120,000 a year from the Screen Actor’s Guild’s (SAG) pension fund. He is a Hollywood elite and Steve Bannonsteve-bannon is a failed film writer and director,” Clooney told interviewer Laurent Weil.

“That’s the truth, that’s what he’s done. He [Bannon] wrote a Shakespearean rap musical about the LA riots that he couldn’t get made. He made a lot of money off of Seinfeld. He’s elitist Hollywood, I mean, that’s the reality.”

Trump has appeared in various movies, most notably “Home Alone 2,” and is most known for playing himself on the TV show “The Apprentice.” Those various appearances make him eligible to receive a pension from the SAG. Bannon invested in the show “Seinfeld,” and is still getting payments due to syndication of the show.

Clooney was also asked whether he could draw any parallels between his movie “Good Night and Good Luck,” in which he plays a journalist during the McCarthy era, and what is happening in the US now. “We have a demagogue in the White House,” Clooney said, adding that journalists were needed to check his power.

But Clooney was also hopeful, saying that one thing he was proud of as an American was that even if “we do some pretty dumb things … we are pretty good at fixing them too.

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As we look at these 2 items side by side, we get to weigh in.  Do we want to be a part of the fight?  He said, she said, I am right you are wrong, we are good you are bad… or can we find a place that says ‘I hear you, and I understand you are frightened.’  Or what if we took it a quantum leap further and said ‘what if there actually is some sort of virus or infection… something that is effecting everyone’s thinking in a way that leads to exactly this division?’  I know that’s a radical idea, but hear me out.  The first step in this is saying ‘okay, I have become ill.  I have become ill in a way that affects the way I think and react.’  This is a most difficult tenet because if I can not trust our own my own thinking due to this virus, then instead I must focus on healing.

And that’s really what this entire situation is about.  Humankind is being given an opportunity to heal.  To heal it’s thinking, it’s speaking, it’s actions.   To define it’s own existence as either veering off of it’s path of rapid expansion and destruction, or of choosing a whole new way.  A way that says ‘Our past has lead to expansion and destruction, division and growth, irresponsible and reckless, with little respect for others, for the planet, and out of harmony with life – that is the myth we must abandon.’

There are those of us who believe that given the chance to turn inward, we discover the Universe.  We discover that inside us shines 1000 suns, and that there is a wise soul who understands.  We carry inherently the capacity to forgive, to empathize, and ultimately to love.  My recommendation is we all develop a method to establish a well worn path from the logical mind which says we are separate, to the heart, which recognizes we are all connected and part of one amazing, powerful, symbiotic God.

So, count your rosary, say your our Fathers, recite the Shemah, chant, sing, ho’oponopono… re-establish your inner life first.  Heal the spiritual sickness.

Peace.

 

When the Messenger Arrives, Listen.

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As I drove out of my driveway this morning I was treated to the sight of hundreds of blackbirds in my neighbors yard.  As I approached, they took flight and immediately began to murmurate, I, once again, couldn’t help but take notice and interpret on a spiritual level.  There are those of us who can connect to spirit in a timely and meaningful way when we experience a resonant moment with animal guides.  For those of you not open to or who do not connect with this mythology, you may stop reading now.

Intuitively, I picked up on a) that there was a message from ascended guides and masters contained within, and b) this was a time where I should ‘look up the meaning’ and my answer would quickly be revealed.  And so I pulled over and did that.  Here is what came up immediately:

Blackbirds Animal Totem Symbolism:  As a dark and mysterious creature, blackbirds are associated with lunar symbolism.   Also, the flight of the blackbird is symbolic of the quest for higher knowledge, a valiant journey that always leaves us better off than when we started. 

The reminder here for me is that a) I am a seeker of higher knowledge and b) Higher knowledge leaves us better than before.  Over the past few months I have been experiencing a very strong net negative inner condition by using Facebook.  There has been so much discord and division, largely brought about by the recent US election process, along with the boiling over of so much fear and anger from the millions of people who’ve been feeling disenfranchised.   The daily reading and interactions do not leave me ‘better than I was before’ and now I know, therefore this is not the pathway of higher knowledge.

As I sat with this information came the awareness that I used to blog as a way of refining and expressing my clarity with regard to almost anything, but that I had stopped doing this, because I too had gotten caught up in the Facebook fray.

Upon reflection I am once again aware that this venue is the perfect place for me to organize and express my views on many subjects such as politics, the Earth and ecology, energy production, birth control, race and gender equality, human sexuality, regressive politics, love, yoga, fitness, adventure, and my soul’s purpose.  Here it’s is just my ideas, away from the place where everybody is right and nobody is sorry.  Facebook has become the equivalent of a car.  Everyone ‘hides behind the wheel’ and are able to ‘rage’ without consequences.

Groups have evolved on Facebook which significantly cut down on the social media road rage, and I do participate in those.  I am grateful I have connected with many truly open minded and loving souls in these groups.  Those of us concerned with healing the global disease can connect, share ideas, and grow seeds of change.  In those I participate with my inner most thoughts, and I am met with sharing, compassion and feel grace enter.

If you are reading this, thank you for allowing me to freely express myself.

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The Sometimes Subtle Effect of ‘Not Letting Go’

imageIn the past 6 months I have allowed myself the opportunity to move through some changes.  It meant letting go of some things I was holding onto.  I was aware of a few, while with some others I was not, but as the clarity came, I truly wanted to make room for the new, the sustainable, for love, service and adventure, and the kind of abundance that goes soul deep.  “And I am fulfilled” is my affirmation.  I see this kind of housecleaning as a vibrational act of allowing.

I noticed that some other things were changing, dropping off, as well… mostly financial in the form of debts accumulated in the past few years while I was going through perhaps the deepest transition I have ever felt.  Not the sudden swift epiphany, but the waiting, trusting, occasionally doubting kind of patience that can be so humbling.

Much is written about letting go, it’s a good thing.

Let it go.

That relationship that hurts? Let it go.

imageThose words that upset you? Let them go.

Let the words go.

Let it all go, even the people if necessary…

I am all for that. Grieve as necessary, do the inner work, evaluate your role, make amends and set boundaries…

Get clear and then take your desire to Spirit.
Let.  That.  Shit.  Go.

It’s highly likely I don’t do nearly enough letting go. In fact I would like to suggest that we only let go when something is really uncomfortable, proven false without a doubt, or in emergencies.  For the greatest part, me included, don’t actually pay much attention to our attachments.  We run in a sort of ‘neutral’, used to the noise and weight of our attachments like so much white noise.  They are part of ‘normal’.  But they’re not.  Attachment, it is said, is the cause of all human suffering.

imageI would now like to tell you a story. It’s a true story and it’s about the subtlety of not letting go.   It all revolves around a matted and framed trio of photos gifted to me by a former friend. The framed pictures appeared somewhere around 1998, I think… And I still have them.

This is the back story. My 2 best friends at the time, Mike and Pete decided a nice long weekend trip to Tsali Recreation Area in North Carolina would be a fun adventure. We loaded our bikes, jumped in my giant SUV and headed up from Jensen Beach. We camped, we rode mountain bikes, we did some trail running, we ate catfish while imagelistening to live bluegrass, and we even took in a local dirt track car race. I was the photographer and documentarian, as always… lugging my big ass 35mm Canon A1 and various lenses in a backpack.

On our 3rd day of riding these 3 photos were taken. it had been a typical day on the trails; lots of fun, beautiful scenery, lung scorching climbs, flowing fast downhills and catching air on some pretty big bumps. Pretty much what a mountain bike road trip should be.

It was so great, that near the end of the ride, I asked Mike to wait at the bottom with my camera, and get some motion shots with me flying through a section of whoop-te-doos… He said yes and I trudged up to the top.

imageI made the turn, clipped in, and took off! As I landed, I knew I was in trouble immediately. I thought I had cased the landing because it felt like I hit hard on the front wheel, and it felt like my arms were being ripped off the bars. Over the bars I went, pitched high and hard, landing with all of my weight on the left side of my head and the back of my left shoulder.  In terms of yoga, the pose ‘fallen angel’ comes to mind.

When I sat up, Mike asked if I was alright. I knew immediately I was not. I couldn’t quite tell what was happening, but I did recognize within my body the need to move, and the onset of shock. I had one singular focus: get back to the campsite before I pass out… My left arm felt like it was dead it was all mushy in the shoulder area.  This was not how I pictured the end of my day and now I just was running on adrenaline.

We rode the 3 miles back to the campsite and then without hesitation I jumped into the truck. Mike drove me to the ER at Bryson City, and after xrays I was given the diagnosis of a stage 3 Acromioclavicular separation. I think because that was so obvious, they never even bothered to xray the ribs or wrist… until later in an MRI it was discovered I had twig fractures in the ribs… I opted out of the ‘bone scan’ for the wrist…the treatment seemed worse that the injury, but I had to heal up some sort of wrist injury as well.

So the next 8 weeks were a real bitch for me, physically. It hurt to laugh, sneeze, cough… My orthopedic doctor suggested I get in the pool and one day at a time begin strengthening the separated shoulder by lifting up out of the pool. Gradually it strengthened, although it has never been the same. Fortunately I had a heated saltwater pool, unfortunately even with rehab this is a permanent injury.

Getting back to the story — Mike, to his credit, had actually taken photos as we had discussed.  He had no idea I was going to become injured, he was just being a great friend.  My intention was to have some shots of me catching some air on my bike, but instead the photos would document the moments leading up to the injury. In fact the cause of the flip is evident too, a perfectly placed rock catching my front wheel on an otherwise smooth trail…

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Mike, strangely, decided to take the film from the camera, and acted very defensive about getting them developed.  I told him I wanted the film, and I would handle the developing.  But no.

Months later, I received the framed trio of pictures as a gift from Mike. They were nicely framed and matted, and it was a thoughtful gesture even if bizarre in my opinion.

I did not like them. At all. To me they were a gruesome of a serious injury and were definitely not reflective of the overall elan of the trip.  I questioned Mike as to why he would do this, and he never really answered. He isn’t a mean, nasty guy, and I am sure he wasn’t trying to teach me some lesson.  His intention was never revealed to me.

In a subtle act of not letting go, this framed series of 3 pictures which captured a moment I would rather let go of and move on from stayed. I never hung the photos.  They sat in a closet, in a box, stayed with me through several moves, in the garage… finally, the other day I spied the picture and took the question into my journeying practice; ‘Why am I holding onto this”…

Here’s what the answers were that came through that meditation:
1. Although you do not like the pictures, you do like and respect Mike. You were willing to put the idea of his feelings in high regard, above your own.
2. You place a value on framed art — whether it’s of value or not.
3. You have been forgetting to let it go. It’s one of a thousand tiny little rubber bands to your ‘story’ — like a tangible reason why you ‘can’t’ or why ‘you’re afraid’…


And so, there are the pictures of me removing the photos, and letting them go symbolically burning them… and then installing 3 new pictures that remind me of the beautiful adventure that is this life… Now, what remains to be seen, is will I still see those pictures when I see this frame, or will it blossom into something new… Who knows, maybe I will have to let go of the frame too.

I want to look at all things with some imagediscernment. Is this something I want?  Need? Is it pulling me forward, higher? Or am I using it to weigh myself down and to create a story of ‘can’t, won’t or don’t?

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How one dog I knew only from social media taught me about unconditional love and complete devotion

11139478_10206480524276318_1866949678_nThe other day as I was ‘listening’ through my soul’s eye to the words that came to me through instagram, my facebook feed, and my text and email (we can discuss this later) I came across a picture of a wonderful human, let’s call her Nicole, with her beloved (and recently departed ) pup let’s say her name was ‘Maizy’…

And I began to reminisce about how I had seen both photos and videos of this delightful spirit, Maizy, and how she humbly yet enthusiastically lived her life. In particular, this dog had a love affair for empty, but not cleaned, peanut butter jars.  And that’s where this story comes from.

11124577_10206480524316319_1237466483_nAt the time I would look at these images and smile, I mean really happily smile, and lose myself in what the feeling of being so lost in something you love can feel like.

The other day one of her pictures popped up again, and I was immediately transported to the joy of that pup, experiencing the depth of flavor of her beloved jar, while at the same time being present for the rest of her daily life. I reached out to Nicole and asked her if she minded sharing some pictures and a little history of Maizy with me. Nicole was so open to this, and immediately got back to me.

11130708_10206480530796481_260617208_n“I rescued her from Philadelphia Animal Control when she was 9 months old, so she was with me for about 10 years before she died. She was a scrawny 27 lb pound pup when I rescued her and she grew up to be 75lbs. She “worked” as a therapy dog visiting the elderly once a week and going to the library every weekend where children would practice reading to her until a health issue (she broke her tail) caused us to stop going while she recovered (and then we didn’t make it back because of time issues on my end – also, she would sleep for two days after visiting the elderly – it took a lot out of her). She had the best personality. She loved people. She was friends with everyone she ever met.”

Let me give you a little more background into who I am… Obviously I am a HSP (Highly Sensitive Person – read Elaine Aron’s website http://hsperson.com/ ) and since a young age I have had experiences with things that are a tad strange and supernatural.  Honestly life could become uncomfortable enough that I wanted them to go away, and sometimes tried to make them go away. But 11131797_10206480524356320_1704846195_nas an adult, I have learned to welcome intuitive hits, soul connections, all things of a ‘tribal’ nature, of dharma and karma, and of trying to live closer to authentically on my soul’s purpose, not an easy task for a man who spent most of his adult life trying to stifle his intuitive awareness with logic and resistance.

So what is it about this pup that compelled me to write. It’s that I can actually feel the joy she is feeling. It’s expressed in a humorous, ‘dog’ manner. Seeing the pictures ‘change’ my vibration. And I can tune into that joy, and experience it for myself. And that’s what I wanted to share with you. To be right where you are, and then possibly, to tune in, and feel the shift into the complete love and devotion this wonderful spirit exhibits.  I see her and she’s ‘all love’.  I imagine her thought bubble as something like this: “I love this walk.  I love Nicole. And I love this jar.  This is the best moment ever.  No, now is.  Wait, no now!! ”  And so on.

Yes I know it’s a dog and a peanut butter jar, but my world of the spiritual, and in my experience, this is how the ‘message’ is sent to me. An unexpected messenger appears and rings a bell, a tuning fork, that is too true to ignore.

In those moments I have learned to slow down and really listen.

11120579_10206480530716479_205912695_nI am reminded that the answers are inside us. And usually the answer is to let go more, to trust more, to move away from that or those who consistently bring us pain or sorrow.  Even now, just looking at these pictures of Maizy spending her day with jar make me smile, laugh and chuckle.  They also remind me that not only is it okay to show genuine affection, but that open heartedness is a sign of our indomitable spirit… there’s a calm warm enthusiasm and confidence about it.  It’s not cold and detached or aloof.  It’s ALL IN.  Right up until the moment we fall asleep again.

So it’s not really about who said what, whether they looked at their phone, or any of that.  It’s about being a dog.  A dog with a jar.

INTERMISSION!

wfms-usability-ehr-041_0I have been gradually writing about the events of my last year or two or three or four as I have time, interest, courage & motivation to do so. Occasionally something significant happens that causes me to ‘squirrel’ or ‘bump off’ the course I was on… And this happened to me three times in the last two weeks.

And I love it!  So I am calling “Intermission” for now to tell you about it.

Three different people wrote me to inquire, challenge, discuss the subjects I write about… These subjects have varied from Practice Management Consulting to a variety of Fitness & Health topics, to Relationships, Love, and to Spirit – Soul’s Path – Dharma…

But this year’s writings were really about what happened to me in the wake of a relationship that ended and how I tried to stay open, and live well, in spite of some really dark times and painful sad feelings ~ the likes of which I’d not experienced before.

2 of the people who wrote me are people I knew in high school. I knew both superficially… and a long time ago. One, Heidi, wrote me with the question I had been HOPING without knowing I was hoping — ‘How can you have been married for 15 years, go through a divorce, and be okay with it — then be in a relationship with someone for a couple months, and be and feel so broken?’

Fucking Brilliant. I mean it sincerely. Heidi — that question is the one my soul asks… And the answer that keeps coming up is that there are times and there are people and situations that are Life Lessons, with caps. I believe that my marriage ended because we BOTH were done with it and Knew our time together was over. It wasn’t easy, and it’s not easy… but it was necessary.

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This other relationship… this short term relationship was unlike anything I have ever experienced (it’s quite unusual to have someone call, for example, and say ‘I just sensed that you are freezing cold’ — and at that moment 600 miles away, be standing shivering in the freezing rain, soaked to the skin, after running…) (And that’s just the tip of the iceberg for the level of connection) My life ‘made sense’ with this person, in spite of many logistical issues… And made a lot less sense without her.

In fact it still doesn’t really make sense… just yet… but I did learn a great deal about what a relationship can be, other ways of connecting, and most importantly, about the spiritual truth that ‘attachment is the cause of all human suffering’… love is not attachment, love is about unlimited compassion… UNLIMITED.

And that’s what the next question was about … My other old friend wrote me to tell me that she, too, had been feeling a very strong pull away from a well insulated job in a corporate setting… and it had taken her a few years, but that recently she had completed a transition into something that beat strongly in her heart – much more in alignment with her soul’s purpose… She asked me and we discussed — what am I up to professionally, and what’s in my heart, and how do I plan upon moving from point A to point B… and we laughed because it’s really not that much about ‘determination’ but about ‘allowing’ and about ‘openness’ and about ‘aligning with that which is pulling us’… To simply let go a million times a second and see where the wave takes you. Don’t confuse this with ‘job dissatisfaction’ — we are talking about being aware that it’s wholly possible to keep doing what we are doing and being remunerated for it… the commonly held notion of success — we were talking much more along the lines of Joseph Campbell…

For her, it happened, and she’s never been happier. For me, I am about midway there in a 3-4 year event cycle… so I am told, and so I believe. I wish I could just rush it, but at least at this point I know that’s not possible.

Finally the third person, Ellen Smoak, a relationships expert I had hired as a ‘coach’ of my own… wrote an email about DISCERNMENT ( https://www.facebook.com/notes/ellen-smoak/the-real-d-in-dating/596850587051648 )… It was as timely as the other two letters I received and equally thought provoking… It resonated with me, and reminded me that I hold within me, a power to make a decision to ‘launch’ into something based upon any number of conditions — whether they be of the heart or the mind or both… Not to be confused with fear, hesitation, or confusion – discernment simply is a value, a decision, a choice about whether or not to invest time, energy, emotion into a relationship, a business idea, anything really… It is freedom in disguise!

This has been the intermission. This is the way ‘spirit’ works in my life… People ‘pop’ up at key moments with clear messages… and I am guided on. My conclusions were these –

1. Sometimes things don’t make sense or have a rational explanation… they just are.
2. If you have a strong sense of clarity, of purpose, intention, desire, then by all means follow it… even if the process unfolds slowly and requires intense remodeling of your life before…
3. Pause. Reflect. Sit with yourself. Listen to your heart. Do not allow others to rush your process. Practice Discernment – because you are intrinsically worthy of making decisions from that healthy place.

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Thank you, as always, for reading.

Bill

P.S. A 4th person wrote to ask me ‘If you could go back to your 20’s and change one thing, what would it be… and it would be ‘to pay attention to, and to follow my intuition’… Suppressing it, overriding it, intellectualizing it away, being involved in people pleasing… none of it pays off except to delay the inevitable… As my good friend Lori says — it’s like trying to hold a door closed that’s being blown open by a hurricane — eventually you get tired, you get sore, and the blows open anyway.

Sublimation and Conversion, Part 2.

Follow your bliss.

If you do follow your bliss,

you put yourself on a kind of track
that has been there all the while waiting for you,
and the life you ought to be living
is the one you are living.
When you can see that,
you begin to meet people
who are in the field of your bliss,
and they open the doors to you.
I say, follow your bliss and don’t be afraid,
and doors will open
where you didn’t know they were going to be.
If you follow your bliss,
doors will open for you that wouldn’t have opened for anyone else.

~ Joseph Campbell

(My apologies for the positioning of these pictures, I could NOT get the formatting to function properly on WordPress…)

MARCH 7 – 10 PHOENIX & SEDONA ARIZONA, AND THE GRAND CANYON

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Another cancelled trip / weekend with my erstwhile twin flame lead me once again to the idea of being open to ‘what is’… We had in the course of our getting to know each agreed that our life together would be a blend of family, career, spiritual growth, and adventure. My passions, my bliss had not changed… We had been planning to attend a Fat Tire Festival in Ocala Florida together, but that was off. The weather in Atlanta was still nasty, cold, gray and rainy and I had the weekend free… and more cancelled ticket credits to use.

Sherri at The Grand Canyon
Sherri at The Grand Canyon

I had met through social media and a shared friend, a woman named Sherri Columbus who is a healer, intuitive, and light worker.  We were discussing the subject of Twin Flame Relationships for some time.  Prior to having met my “Twin Flame” I had never heard of such a thing, much less experienced one, and the loss of it still had me reeling…  Sherri and I shared a similar need to try to come to terms with the feelings of loss. Neither of us were particularly accustomed to having issues ‘letting go’ except in our current situations.  This type of relationship and it’s intensity can create strong feelings of martyrdom and screams of codependency, but to state it as such would be a terrible misdiagnosis

Our discussions lead to the idea of me coming to Sedona and us working on some of this together.  I had never been to Arizona, never been to Sedona… but, it had always been on my list of places to go.  She said the scenery, air and history of the area was amazing and at the very least… ‘FUN’.

Sherri has a very strong and very warm personality.  It is impossible to argue with her, I mean, unless you’re stupid and can’t get out of your own way… Within moments I had found an amazing deal on a non-stop to Phoenix, and decided to stay at The Arizona Biltmore.

Arizona Biltmore
Arizona Biltmore

Arizona Biltmore Gardens (Aside:  My father had been an architect — and so my brother and I were steeped in the traditions and styles of Frank Lloyd Wright and Mies Van Der Rohe…)  I couldn’t come to Arizona and not stay there.  And just my luck there was a special rate… BONUS.   And for the rest of the weekend I would just either flop on Sherri’s futon or grab a hotel in Sedona.  (It’s worth inserting at this juncture that my erstwhile twin flame lashed out at me for this trip… sensing there was more than there is for Sherri and I, and not that it mattered anyway, in retrospect, since I was dumped… I was actually going there, to Arizona, to hep myself hold space in my heart and soul FOR the purpose of hopefully reuniting at some point, and to try to make sense of all the feelings I was still having… NOT to start another relationship… and when confronted I simply said “come with me” which was met with silence)…

On the night I arrived in Phoenix, it was warm and dry and breezy.  Desert storms loomed off in the distance.  I ran six miles along the Arizona Canal… then returned to the room and finally out for a very late meal.  The next morning I was able to find an Ashtanga class in Phoenix with an adjacent juice bar… (Metta Yoga and s.e.e.d.

Fresh Juice at S.E.E.D.
Fresh Juice at S.E.E.D.

at the Madison Improvement Club) ….

Off to Sedona I headed…  The weather really started to change as I drove north… First a light rain, then real rain.  I finally made it to Sherri’s place and it was a full on deluge.  Off we went to locate hot coffee and clothes appropriate for being out in the rain.  I found a hat and gloves at goodwill and we found a great coffee shop, then a consignment store where Sherri found a cool hoodie.  In the meantime the rain turned to snow.  Our next stop was the Amitabha Stupa.

After that we were pretty thoroughly cold wet and hungry, so we headed to Tlaquepaque for dinner and galleries.  By now it was a full on blizzard… It was amazing.  The giant white flakes…  After dinner we went back to Sherri’s as I needed a nap and she had some work to do.

Sedona Blizzard!
Sedona Blizzard!

The next day, we decided to head, because of the weather, to the Grand Canyon.  Yes that’s right.  And off we headed.  First we stopped at the snow covered Slide Rock State Park… It was a winter wonderland… SO MUCH FUN!

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Slide Rock 3
Slide Rock 2
Slide Rock 2
Slide Rock 1
Slide Rock 1

Then we headed up 89A north… the road itself felt like some sort of ‘other world’…

Finally we reached the Grand Canyon.  I am sure many of you have been here, but neither of us had.  It is a place that is beyond description.  Let  a sampling of pictures tell the story.

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Slide Rock 4

One of my favorite parts of this ‘drive’ — Sherri seeing signs, totems, gathering all sorts of ‘spiritual’ insights from our surroundings as we drove.  So, we’d be talking and suddenly she would get a sign… and interpret it to the exact context of the conversation.

On Sunday, I woke up early, as always (plus, I am notoriously on EST… ) so I went for coffee…  Then we met up at Sherri’s place and went to Red Rock State Park … It was a crystal clear blue sky, sunny perfect day… Oak Creek was surging from all of the snow and rain…

I will continue this series of writings on Sublimating lost love but as more of a celebration of what I’ve discovered, because the trips and experiences (both light and dark) of this year were so soul shifting and integrating.P1180842

Coming up next is a truly incredible adventure to Costa Rica!  Stay tuned.


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