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Twas Ever Thus for Humanity's Greater Good

I love radio, especially talk radio!  Stories and talks, or information that gets me interacting with it, the mythical radio spirit!  It’s a personal passion and great learning tool.  So a current great gift with my new plug in Prius is its Serius radio.  

A twirl of the radio knob there it is! A whole channel for old radio dramas. Today’s show is from 1948, a short episode with Batman and Robin in a jail cell because of an evil Mr. Jones.   Good old Clark Kent, Superman’s cover, was in the neighbourhood at Planet Radio.  Knowing his friends were in trouble, his station sent out an SOS.

Technology at the helm, they had found a threatening call by the illustrious Mr. Jones, duplicated it and aired it widely.   A $10,000.00 reward was offered for anyone who could identify his voice.  Lo and behold a senior gentleman showed up at Planet Radio.  Before he would talk he wanted to actually hold the money.  Only then, he revealed that he knew it as the voice of a “rabble rouser”, a big mouth who couldn’t tolerate foreigners and was asking for money from anyone for his cause - to stop the bleeding of US funds to poverty stricken Europe.  Chuckling, my mind fast forwarded to a certain Presidential hopeful of dubious character.   “Rabble rousing” they said was always done by selfish narcissists…are those two nouns redundant?  

Personally I am often relieved at the growing number of rabble rousing or awakening voices throughout the US and other countries, hollering about the rabid destruction of our middle class, beloved mother earth and quality of life for many on our planet.

Again I chuckled.  The themes we experience these days are the same.  Streaks of humanity, protecting its status against change.   Batman and Robin were saved in collaboration with Superman, and they all melted the walls round their stardom for humanity’s greater good!

Reaching Out and Up

Here I am, at times thinking about how to reach out, how to make contact, how to tap my own reservoirs of possibility.  It is actually quite amusing when ... Boing! There it is!  

I reach.  I program myself to have the courage to step forward.  So my mind writes and writes.  But til I get the pen in my hand or the computer begins to arrange my streaming words onto my screen, I have a kind of angst.  When I finally get myself going, there is action that simply moves through to the next phase of myself.

I wonder how long I spend proportionately, wallowing around in not knowing.  Amazing!  Too long.

I see in my mind’s eye, that wonderful little dimensional proboscis, the greater visions of my purpose, the trailing aspects of my karma and fears of other people that seem to keep my brakes on, and in front of me I see possibilities.  Sometimes they are vague and unlikely but are brighter.   I present.  I am a speaker.  I am in a relationship in which we truly honour one another’s unique creative flair.  And beyond, I thrill to the tremendous love beyond this dimension, I treasure my job of helping others and creating and outreach as they be come themselves. 

Then my visions drop back down taking their places in my smaller self, my three dimensional purposeful angst keeping bills paid and the IRS and trying to figure out who to trust on every level of society.  This is quite the little pot of chili we live in!

Regarding trust I find in myself a fascination that while I wobble round on what is possible, what is important, and on which focus I hang my thoughts, I see that the trust begins with me.  Can I trust myself to push through, to iron out the doubt wrinkles that inspire my greater integrity?  Can I find that place inside in which I can count on the real me – the me with my purpose? 

That is the place that takes me into my grandest fulfillment. 

The Flows of Consciousness Through Our Species

Colleen Mauro, formerly creator/publisher of Intuition Magazine, now has a book, entitled Spiritual Telepathy.  I am delighted at how she surfs the evolution of humanity, or really our consciousness, from our inception aeons ago.  For many years she researched ancient and modern spiritual texts – pre phone texts! - she traces our rise.  We started out etheric.  Then began the long process of we experiencing our slow unfoldment from primitive beings, and through thousands more years of refining and defining our inner selves and our appearance.  It’s been a bit like cutting and pasting the strengths or at times choosing the weaknesses of the various cultures in which we find ourselves..

Wandering  through the various stances of Christianity, Upanishads, Chinese texts, Egyptian, the Koran, the Bible and so many more, my head swims, reeling under the influences of ancient & modern challenges, from running for our lives to creating civilizations.  Are they civilizations?  How to eat, how to construct homes, agriculture, hunting for food or mates always changing style,  our minds  flitting from floor after floor of a high rise-like assembly of our cellular memories.

We change.  We grow.  We morph. We merge.  We ferment more change in bubbling reality.

We are vibrational beings first and foremost.  

Colleen’s work reveals how awakenings spiral up through our chakra system, whirling morsels of wisdom from their continuums -  aspects of your multi faceted being.   Each chakra has a full spectrum of expression.  Maybe like survival and evolution.  Learning to walk.  Learning to grow legs when we can’t just swim any more.  That hundredth monkey always employed as we integrate new frequencies which means new awakening and creative possibilities pushing the monkey in us all to share newer potentials.

Launched through aeons, today we see man, still warring but often with technical aids more powerful than our comprehension of earthy dynamics.  The white strings of I Phone ear phones hang from many round the world like an innate part of our assembly, tuning us – to what?   More information?  Is it useful information?  Or is it corralling us for security, security that can well be outmoded.   It is amazing how much technology we adapt to instead of adapting to one another.  Instead we kill each other, the trees and the earth’s surface, attacking nature on the ground or under the sea, or above, in the atmosphere. 

Good news!   Consciousness is birthing.  Vibrating upwardly through us all creating a sort of inner striving for peace and evolution that we can all share.  Even those who fight it for stability, security, a frozen status quo will awaken and flow with it beyond the old definitions of security.  It can happen soon.

Let’s raise our fields and frequencies and celebrate new and evolutionary flows of consciousness.

 To round out this experience here is my talk with Colleen.  Lie down and listen.  There is a 5 minute meditation part way through and it’s great!

To hear more of my conversation with Colleen, click here: http://veronicaentwistle.com/2016/07/06/paradigm-shifters-brings-you-spiritual-telepathy-with-colleen-mauro/

Metaphor: To Be a Climber

As I climb the stairs, the long staircases that flaunt the hilly topography of Echo Park, I suck in my tummy, in breath in, out breath, a grand bellows.  I am doing my walking meditation drawing light in with all its electricity through my spinal cord til it buzzes. 

I have been doing this for two weeks and already I am not puffing and panting when I reach the top.  When  my knees start to whine, I ask them what fears they are holding, and are they frustrated with my direction?  Their pains or what are really signs of discomfort lighten up, usually about a third of the way up the stairs.   My breath deepens into my belly and a kind of a peace takes me over. 

Up my spine, then down again.  On the up/in breath I see it.  It is like these stairs, an ascending journey of taking charge of my evolution, releasing old reactions, softening my tensions, letting ancient patterns of this life and lineage fade.  It is better than psychotherapy as it scours the deepest charges from old reactions. I can access now.  The out breath refreshes and off we go again, lifting consciousness. 

I feel closer to my true nature.  

Just Love Each Other

Looking back at my “relationship ladder” I am grateful I have grown through my expectations, or my clutching at relationship to keep my self esteem tidied under a “belonging” or “identity” label.  My Guides often say when we look back at old relationships, just love one another.  I mean we did experience love.  Does it have to go away entirely in the face of disappointment?

The rocky road of clients separating or divorcing one another, hurts as they squabble over children or material safety, some men still often getting the higher share of spoils while women boldly leave just wanting to get free.  So many women plunge into the economic despair of low-end jobs or any jobs they can find – relieved to be able to support their children even though it is hard.  I have known many to say that they just wanted to be free.  But in our world freedom still needs money.  And the children sometimes are bounced between accusations and vengeances. 

We haven't reached the evolution of a matriarchal society with the focus on raising our children as  humanity’s future.  Yet we start out in love, then getting married or having children, putting our partners in a revered position in the basic structure of our lives.

I wonder what would happen if we did honour them?  Even if they are broken and leaving is the only way to become whole.  What would happen if we looked at them and revered who they are in essence?  I wonder.   I mean, instead of trashing one another in the heart of our pain.  Most of the pain comes because we have the illusion of the picket fence, the safe haven, the forever love. Sometimes it is because we can’t unfold or become more of our true nature in the forever-after context.  The controls and competitions are too great.  Or in some cases, whether from the abuses or even the empathy, couples can be locked in limitations.  You have to leave to grow.

 

But what would happen if in the process of sorting through our pains we just loved one another?  Would it help our children grow into self reflecting people with compassion and understanding for others?  Would it help us find peace on the planet?  

She Just needs A Little Help

She just needs a little help.  She has made some mistakes.  Like calling the Physical Therapist and leaving 5 frantic messages on her phone to please NOT tell her doctor that she wet her pants that afternoon in the office bathroom.  The more nervous she became, the worse her jitters and rather skitterish speech got.  The pitch of her voice rose. 

”Just don’t tell the doctor I wet my pants!”  Her shrill demand on the 4^th call was urgent.  Unwittingly, she emphasized the possibility that her panic could render her incapable.

But it isn’t so.  The aging intuitive woman, highly successful in her past 60 years has always suffered from acute sensitivity.  Her perspicacity turned it into her service, her wisdom, her ability to help so many people extract the gold of their souls.  It’s an amazing ability to look into people, find out what blocks them, and energetically move that block.  Over and over she has given people an opportunity to become the next level of themselves, or even better, a more complete version of themselves.   Relieved from the old reactions recorded deeply within and wanting to become a permanent part of their soul, she proved over and over that they didn’t need to stay stuck.

I muse at how many of us find our gifts at the other end of the issues challenging our souls.  My brilliant friend was jittery and why?

For a few years medical people have been rather authoritarian with her, a terrifying aspect of her entire 82 years.   Now she isn’t “easy” with them.  She wants clarity and knows things they don’t know.  So she can argue.  But their dominance strips her from her dignity.  They can reject her.  “Medicare doesn’t pay!”  So many are being threatened and being dropped from the patient list.  They have to behave.  And in her case, the concept is she will have to go to a senior’s residence.  She doesn’t want that.  She wants to work, run her home, rent out her extra room, take supplements, and devote time to her art. 

The worst part of it all is that she is scared of the medical establishment and wants to be honoured, respected and heard.  The issue in this episode was that her Physical Therapist who took her urgent beseeching calls “please don’t tell my doctor I have incontinence sometimes!” and turned around and did just that. She told the doctor.  The PT suggested that she was becoming demented.

I hurt for my friend corralled and threatened, looking for support as her body and mind become more and more frail.  Surely it can be kinder.