Flying Lessons

When I was little, I was fascinated by things that could fly. I completely believed in fairies (still do!), loved Peter Pan, and got a thrill from riding my bike downhill. There's a thrill of freedom that arises with the wind in my hair.

When I was in college, I was determined to learn to fly. I was either going to hang-glide off a mountain or become a barnstormer. I loved Richard Bach's Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah and his other books but only got so far as a pilot's permit.

Later, my dream turned to one of performing the role of Peter Pan in the musical. I would have only been flying from a wire, but it would have been an amazing experience. I came within a hair's breath of that one, but didn't get the part in the end.

The week after that let down, I started a Toltec apprenticeship with Spiritweavers during which we made power sticks. When my guide handed me back my stick, he laughed and said, "I don't know what this means, but use this to become Peter Pan." We then walked up a hill to a medicine wheel to perform a ceremony with our sticks. The wind started to kick up something fierce as we held our sticks to the setting sun. I really did feel like I was flying in that moment, leaning into the wind with my arms stretched like wings. It was an unforgettable moment.

The things is, I still have that feeling of flying. In fact, the more I sing, and the more I use the voice for my own healing and that of others, the more I realize that singing is really a type of flying. I have always wanted a pair of wings. I didn't know I've always had them and that they were called "vocal chords!"

I feel like I've been in flight school my whole life and didn't even know it. But I've always been licensed to fly. If you can sing, you can fly. No one should be denied nor deny themselves this role!

I'll conclude with a poem by Sri Chinmoy from The Source of Music: Music and Mantra for Self Realization:

“Let us not try to understand music with our mind. Let us not even try to feel it with our heart. Let us simply and spontaneously allow the music-bird to fly in our heart-sky. While flying, it will unconditionally reveal to us what it has and what it is. What it has is Immortality’s message. And what it is is Eternity’s passage.”

Singing is Good for Your Health!!!

There is more research out there than I realized that supports singing is great for our health, both physiological and psychological. I already knew that, of course, because I experience it directly and see clients experience it too. But it is nice to know that science is adding credence to our experiences. Research shows that:

Singing boosts our immune system with antibodies and anti-stress hormones.
Singing reduces pain and relieves stress through the release of endorphins.
Singing is therefore also a natural mood lifter with no negative side-effects.
It improves our breathing and, therefore, our oxygen intake.
It tones facial and abdominal muscles.
It stimulates our circulation.
Singing brightens our expressiveness and voice quality.
Singing keeps us young in body, mind and heart!

Best of all, singing is accessible to anyone with a voice and highly economical.

So Tra La La the next time you want to feel good fast!

God is a Rubix Cube: My Mythology of the Day

Here is my silly mythology of the day. Remember the Rubix Cube, that funky multi-colored puzzle popular in the 80's? I woke up last night at 12:30AM with a perfect Rubix Cube being dropped into my consciousness. It drifted in like a feather surrounded by light and came with a feeling of Divine grace.

Last night, I held a gathering at my house. We discussed the question, "What is next?" in terms of spirituality. More importantly though, we stopped discussing at one point and just sat still. I believe that collective stillness is what delivered an opening that would then infuse my night with the message of the Rubix Cube...an answer (not the answer, but an answer) to our question.

Might the Rubix be a symbol of spirituality, of what our oneness really means, of where we are headed? Right now, humanity is a jumbled puzzle, the Divine Rubix spun out of whack by our self-importance and thought-driven decisions. It isn't that we're wrong, just that we're capable of something much more amazing, though we might not see our own potential. Yet changes are happening that we can liken to a cosmic turn of the cube. Strangers are being brought together. New questions are being asked. Challenges are bringing in new energeies and new directions. Rows of color are aligning.

Just as we get one side together though, when we turn the cube, we realize the rest of it is a mess. Some of us quickly flip back to the neat side ignoring the jumble beneath. Others of us think WE have to DO something. So we start thinking again. Turn here. Move there. This is right. That's not. We work on this new side only to realize we no longer have the first side complete. Or we dig in our heels and refuse be turned...that one stubborn red block on the yellow side. This is a metaphor not only for the collective, but for each individual as well. Cubes upon dizzying cubes.

But there is a greater benevolent force at work. There's something mysterious going on in the center of that cube! What's next is to trust it. As we allow ourselves to be turned, surrendering to a greater intelligence and broader plan than our ego can conceive, we begin to align. As we trust and allow, we begin to witness a "lighting up" of the grid of colors on the cube until that pivotal moment when that last turn is made and all six sides align, and like a key unlocking a gateway, we ascend. (By the way, I have no idea what ascension might mean or look like; I'm using that word to point to the mysterious passage for which we are headed.)

As we love and respect those different sides of ourselves, those people who think nothing like we do, those people who are so close to being "acceptable" if only they would change one thing, and those we keep close because they reflect us so perfectly...if we loved and respected all, we would align those sides of ourselves and begin to see the perfection of the whole. Maybe. I guess it depends on one's idea of "love and respect."

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A Question of Control

I've been considering the topic of manifestation quite a bit lately. I really dislike that word for some reason. And I wonder, if we have any control, how much do we have? Surely we can't use "the secret" to bring people back from the dead. Or can we? We don't have to co-create with God for our hearts to beat and our lungs to fill. It just happens. But how often do we use the idea of manifesting to abuse ourselves and be angry with God because things aren't the way we desire?

There is the camp that says we create everything with our thoughts. I believe our thoughts color our world at the very least.

There is the camp that says we are God's puppet. Certainly, there is a greater force than what I think is me plotting out the course of the world.

I decided to check in with the Christ energy and asked for a soul message on the subject, this is what I got:

You are wasting your time to reason these mysteries. All you need to do is love. Love and you are closer to God. Love unconditionally and you are one with God, and these questions no longer hold relevance.

Oh.

Summoning

Too much effort in manifesting,
As if I must toil and make it all happen.
Rather, may I but summon all I desire.
For as a Queen summons her servants,
So are they there before her on bended knees
awaiting her command; and it is done.
My heart open and loving
is the key to the storehouse of spontaneous arising.
I am the point of miracles, The Empress.

What's Next?

I am about to enter a paradox. Will you join me? I am going to write about life beyond point of view...but it's just my point of view.

As we evolve and grow ever more spiritually conscious, I see a new obstacle forming...a potentially sticky one. These days, there are just so many different paths available. There are so many spiritual masters coming forward with their teachings and blessings. It is wonderful, truly, because so many people are being attracted and opening up. There is something for everyone. But someone explain to me how more pieces of the whole are ultimately going to unite us?

Look at what is going on out there on one level as different paths vie for attention. They purposely discount one another. People feel "special" and "spiritually superior" for the guru they follow or the blessing they are "ordained" to give. Everyone is trying to one up everyone else. We attach to "a way" because we find value in it, but at what point is it keeping us from acknowledging our own authority and power? At what point does it separate us rather than unite us?

At what point will we realize there is only Love. It isn't love and healing from Atlantis, love and healing from Christ, love and healing from Deeksha, love and healing from Divine Souls, love and healing from the Toltec...and on ad infinitum. Sure the different paths are necessary now in order to attract more and more people, but now is as good a time as any for some of us to rise up and say "Enough! Let us transcend what has brought us here! Let us enter the abyss that lies outside of form and see what we discover."

This is the next step. We have the awareness. We have the concepts. Let's move now into experience. Let every voice be the voice of a master. Let every hand offer a healing blessing. Let wisdom pour out of every being. Let's create from that place!!!

Love

Love is all you need.
Love is the answer.
Live and Love.

"I love you." "If you loved me, you would..." "I love chocolate." "I don't know how to love." "Do you love me?" "I'll never love this way again." "Love your neighbor as yourself." "Love me forever and ever."

Love. A tiny word with a lot of muck covering up its power. I am so happy that I don't understand Love, for if I did, I'm sure I would have nothing but a sorry fragment of "it" that I convinced myself was "it". Love is so much more than anything and everything. It is everywhere, in everyone, and in everything. But when we insist on defining it, Love naturally gets a bad wrap. It becomes corny, pithy, overused, false, or too serious. But our ability to salvage Love, to mine it from the pile of poo it is buried in, to shine it up and share it, that is our salvation. What if we became boundless vessels of Love, unafraid in every moment to be it...not just feel it? What if our Love was so great that nothing but Love could exist in our presence? What if we stopped defining Love and instead, we let it be?

Lisssssten!