Where do I begin if I were to update right now? Hurricanes, Fires, A Klansman is president, Nobody in line after him for President is any less horrifying, and yet, and still, I am hopeful beyond all reason or measure. Sometimes we think we have seen the darkest dark before the Light and the Universe laughs at us maniacally and shows us even darker, even more horrifying.
Yet and still, you know the collective shadow of humanity had to rear its ugly head or heads at some point. I say that with confidence, we cannot think we are free from the reckoning, the deepest reflections of our imbalances, our sicknesses, our negativity, our perversions, our unwillingness to give honor and name the sacred, and so on and so forth. This is not some accident. These atrocities are not accidents.
They are called forth by parts of ourselves that wish badly to see themselves reflected in our dimensions of the world, in our human dimensions of consciousness, not out of pettiness but out of necessity. On a microcosmic level, if bad behavior and violence and perversions of many kinds show up in human children, they must be seen, treated, dealt with, understood. That can be painful. Now just imagine for a moment if you have massive parts of the population that never got seen, helped, treated and never integrated themselves within the systems of Gaia.
They never admit they are part of Earth, her eco-systems, her fundamental power to shrug us off anytime she feels like it, sort of like a shawl she is wearing, and she feels too warm now, so she needs to shed a layer. That layer is US, it is the whole human race and maybe other species that live here too.
In order to co-exist successfully on Gaia, the pain cannot be suppressed. This clearly makes her furious. Whether the deity who wants her children healed is Jesus, Mary, God, a different God, many Gods, Mother Earth, we do not have a definitive way to come to agreement and consensus among us. So we turn to what feels true to each of us, we pray about it in the way that feels true and these actions are felt between, within and through the veils of consciousness. So do just that and we can swing ourselves and this world back into balance. I will keep reminding all of us.
Thursday, October 12, 2017
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Reality Time
Part 1
Writer Coach Connection is a real volunteer organization I worked for, and I had a badge and everything. I went back to my old high school, which has been remodeled, and sat down with students to help them with writing. I had no other job and was counting on a testimonial for my resume.
My badge said my name, and that I was a "Contractor" This sounds better than "Volunteer".
By the time I was about to move on, I asked the Director, let's call her Eileen Mickson, for a few helpful words on my resume or testimonial.
She refused to give me a referral or a good word and refused to tell me why, only to allude at it being some thing I did wrong with students.
She never stopped me while I was working with students, so she exploited my time and services, and then let me go without telling me why or the equivalent of severance pay, which would be a few good words about my work.
She has no reason to deny me the acknowledgement for my good work, I still have handwritten notes from 9th graders who really liked working with me. Eileen will have a chance now to right her wrong. Obviously, she has been wrong all these years. She must want redemption.
I ran into her today and it triggered me. I wanted to let her have it, but instead I gave her my business card, which I feel was the Great Spirit intervening and guiding me.
Writer Coach Connection is a real volunteer organization I worked for, and I had a badge and everything. I went back to my old high school, which has been remodeled, and sat down with students to help them with writing. I had no other job and was counting on a testimonial for my resume.
My badge said my name, and that I was a "Contractor" This sounds better than "Volunteer".
By the time I was about to move on, I asked the Director, let's call her Eileen Mickson, for a few helpful words on my resume or testimonial.
She refused to give me a referral or a good word and refused to tell me why, only to allude at it being some thing I did wrong with students.
She never stopped me while I was working with students, so she exploited my time and services, and then let me go without telling me why or the equivalent of severance pay, which would be a few good words about my work.
She has no reason to deny me the acknowledgement for my good work, I still have handwritten notes from 9th graders who really liked working with me. Eileen will have a chance now to right her wrong. Obviously, she has been wrong all these years. She must want redemption.
I ran into her today and it triggered me. I wanted to let her have it, but instead I gave her my business card, which I feel was the Great Spirit intervening and guiding me.
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