You can have all of the problems that you want to have. You can have all that you want and you can import them in from other people too if you feel like you don't have enough of your own, they will let you.
If you have done this well already, stocked up on your own problems and brought in a large number of other peoples problems, you have done a great job. You have run this import business very well.
Now is the time to change jobs.
Go into the export business today.
8/14 @ 3:23
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Morning 13 - The 3:15 Experiment
What really matters?
What are you doing for others that you aren't doing for yourself?
What can you change in someone else?
What would you do differently?
What is the most important thing that you do?
What matters in the end?
The answer to all of these questions is LOVE.
It's always important. Good or not good love yourself (first). Let that person be ... be ... be yourself. All problems in the past are related to loving enough or yourself not enough. Starting with yourself love yourself enough and in the end the heart may stop but the love continues to grow.
What are you doing for others that you aren't doing for yourself?
What can you change in someone else?
What would you do differently?
What is the most important thing that you do?
What matters in the end?
The answer to all of these questions is LOVE.
It's always important. Good or not good love yourself (first). Let that person be ... be ... be yourself. All problems in the past are related to loving enough or yourself not enough. Starting with yourself love yourself enough and in the end the heart may stop but the love continues to grow.
Morning 12 - The 3:15 Experiment
(((ah that's a great dream ))) ... ((( thinking I would perhaps write about it, it vanished while finding my pen, paper ... POOF!!!)
Being a dream lover I will believe that my dream set me up for this. Was my subconscious mind protecting that dream, pulled from my memory at the instant of waking to write about it?
Our dreams ... awakening ... our awakening.
Are most people forgetting their dreams when they wake?
Get a dream journal, place it by your bed. Write down what you do remember. Well it didn't do me any good this morning. So live your dreams that you do remember.
Now, where is that little dream hiding? I am going back to sleep to see if I can find it. Am I living it now while I am sleeping or awake?
Day dreams and night dreams. All dreams are really one giant dream. Live with passion from the heart and all your dreams are dreamed awake.
8/12 @ 3:43
Being a dream lover I will believe that my dream set me up for this. Was my subconscious mind protecting that dream, pulled from my memory at the instant of waking to write about it?
Our dreams ... awakening ... our awakening.
Are most people forgetting their dreams when they wake?
Get a dream journal, place it by your bed. Write down what you do remember. Well it didn't do me any good this morning. So live your dreams that you do remember.
Now, where is that little dream hiding? I am going back to sleep to see if I can find it. Am I living it now while I am sleeping or awake?
Day dreams and night dreams. All dreams are really one giant dream. Live with passion from the heart and all your dreams are dreamed awake.
8/12 @ 3:43
Monday, August 10, 2009
Morning 9 - The 3:15 Experiment
Housework it is never done
it gets in the way of so much fun
There’s often a dish in the sink
if my son needs to clean it, it causes a kink
I can get the work done
it’s a matter of time
Holding my son responsible
is like accusing him of a crime
Just a simple task, a sweeping
to clear up what’s on the floor
Becomes a deep, mean insult
and he’ll even up the score
Couldn’t it be that he’s 14
and he’s going thru puberty
Or is he destined here for slacking
past the year of thirty-three
Is it conjured in pure malice
the fact that he won’t clean a spoon
He completes a job so rarely
I think once on the last blue moon
So we battle and we scuffle
and we bout and I give in
He is growing in such a hurry
He’s almost growing out of his skin
To carry any anger
Or an animosity in anyway
Is like wasting the too short moments
already running faster everyday
I’ll be looking at a man soon
living his life the way he will be
He’ll make choices on his own then
without a word being said by me
Day’s end the chores are finished
it wasn’t easy but this is true
The boy that I have bickered with
everything about him grew
I love my son ... 8/9 @ 3:38
it gets in the way of so much fun
There’s often a dish in the sink
if my son needs to clean it, it causes a kink
I can get the work done
it’s a matter of time
Holding my son responsible
is like accusing him of a crime
Just a simple task, a sweeping
to clear up what’s on the floor
Becomes a deep, mean insult
and he’ll even up the score
Couldn’t it be that he’s 14
and he’s going thru puberty
Or is he destined here for slacking
past the year of thirty-three
Is it conjured in pure malice
the fact that he won’t clean a spoon
He completes a job so rarely
I think once on the last blue moon
So we battle and we scuffle
and we bout and I give in
He is growing in such a hurry
He’s almost growing out of his skin
To carry any anger
Or an animosity in anyway
Is like wasting the too short moments
already running faster everyday
I’ll be looking at a man soon
living his life the way he will be
He’ll make choices on his own then
without a word being said by me
Day’s end the chores are finished
it wasn’t easy but this is true
The boy that I have bickered with
everything about him grew
I love my son ... 8/9 @ 3:38
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Morning 8 - The 3:15 Experiment
I collect the feathers that lay scattered beneath the tall trees - sacred medicine or just feathers ... I love them. I gather the information for teaching to gain more knowledge. Sacred wisdom or just information ... I love it. I gather the artistry and intuitive ways for the laying on of hands. Whether it is sacred healing or just touching ... I love it. I gather the dreams and visions from my days and nights. Whether or not is is just my imagination ... I love it.
The knowledge and the wisdom and the nudges and the insights I don't question. When it all comes together in my heart in the time when it is right it is magic. It is sacred. It is what makes me a gifted one. Gifted with medicine from the animals, gifted with knowledge organized by Spirit, gifted with skills guided by my ancestors and images designed and shared by Source.
Putting them all together from the heart I am a Medicine Woman.
As the coyotes cry on the hills above me I will watch out for that one (Coyote) that I have loved.
The knowledge and the wisdom and the nudges and the insights I don't question. When it all comes together in my heart in the time when it is right it is magic. It is sacred. It is what makes me a gifted one. Gifted with medicine from the animals, gifted with knowledge organized by Spirit, gifted with skills guided by my ancestors and images designed and shared by Source.
Putting them all together from the heart I am a Medicine Woman.
As the coyotes cry on the hills above me I will watch out for that one (Coyote) that I have loved.
Morning 7 - The 3:15 Experiment
giving me my freedom
(8 minutes has passed and nothing is coming in)
OK
I feel asleep while waiting for the idea of what to write and checking in there is nothing to write but this.
water ... get a drink and go back to sleep
8/7 @ 3:26
(8 minutes has passed and nothing is coming in)
OK
I feel asleep while waiting for the idea of what to write and checking in there is nothing to write but this.
water ... get a drink and go back to sleep
8/7 @ 3:26
Morning 6 - The 3:15 Experiment
It was on the morning of August 6th ... FULL MOON energy and having just left the lunar eclipse from the night before. I had spent the evening before in Moon love and moon lore with a dear friend, doing sacred healing work under the Moon.
I did not want to wake up when the alarm went off @ 3:15. I did not want to wake up because I was sleeping like a baby on its belly, sprawled out on the surface of Mother Moon.
I could feel the cool energy of Mother Moon vibrate into my body ... yes it was cool like the ascension chills that you get when the truth comes in free. Mother was chanting me a lull-a-bye while I rested on her heart. It was the greatest tranquility that I have ever felt. To answer an alarm seemed silly and disrespectful so I didn't get up to write.
the next morning I woke to find this ...
Luna bella luna Moon, you are coming into your fullness soon.
Grow grounded to Earth, gaze up to the sky.
Live love and in peace. Take in Spirit's HIGH.
Luna bella luna Moon, you'll be in your balance soon.
You'll see the world and all its delights
While laying on my surface of silver, cream and white.
Luna bella luna Moon, you'll have to wake for your day soon.
I promise you as you move and go.
I'll continue to hold you, I love you so.
I did not want to wake up when the alarm went off @ 3:15. I did not want to wake up because I was sleeping like a baby on its belly, sprawled out on the surface of Mother Moon.
I could feel the cool energy of Mother Moon vibrate into my body ... yes it was cool like the ascension chills that you get when the truth comes in free. Mother was chanting me a lull-a-bye while I rested on her heart. It was the greatest tranquility that I have ever felt. To answer an alarm seemed silly and disrespectful so I didn't get up to write.
the next morning I woke to find this ...
Luna bella luna Moon, you are coming into your fullness soon.
Grow grounded to Earth, gaze up to the sky.
Live love and in peace. Take in Spirit's HIGH.
Luna bella luna Moon, you'll be in your balance soon.
You'll see the world and all its delights
While laying on my surface of silver, cream and white.
Luna bella luna Moon, you'll have to wake for your day soon.
I promise you as you move and go.
I'll continue to hold you, I love you so.
Morning 5 - The 3:15 Experiment
Ever present, always calm, you watch over me ... you are my Mom.
You have cared for me on the darkest night, always keeping on a sweet night light.
Your love is full, your grace is right, you bring me through each and every night.
You want me to rest and you encourage me to play. You aren't even gone in the light of day.
You have always been, you're not leaving soon. You share love with me, you are my Mother Moon.
inspired by the Full Moon shining in my bedroom window @ 3:29 a.m.
You have cared for me on the darkest night, always keeping on a sweet night light.
Your love is full, your grace is right, you bring me through each and every night.
You want me to rest and you encourage me to play. You aren't even gone in the light of day.
You have always been, you're not leaving soon. You share love with me, you are my Mother Moon.
inspired by the Full Moon shining in my bedroom window @ 3:29 a.m.
Morning 4 - The 3:15 Experiment
Balancing fear ...
The first half of my life was spent living in it.
The second half of my life is about walking away from it.
Everything finds its natural balance line. That is the mastery of life.
I am so grateful really to be growing old, as it brings with it the importance of letting go.
The first half of my life was spent living in it.
The second half of my life is about walking away from it.
Everything finds its natural balance line. That is the mastery of life.
I am so grateful really to be growing old, as it brings with it the importance of letting go.
Morning 3 - The 3:15 Experiment
Whether just one step ahead or just one step behind the love that I seek seem to be stepping out of time. I seek him out and I want him. I wonder who he is an more. He just isn't rushing to go knocking on my door.
I'm alone, but I'm not lonely. I am wanting, I'm not weak. The love that I look clearly for appears nowhere, not a peek. So I move on, traveling forward. I happily go on with my day. It's been such a long time since I've been coupled in a special way.
Searching but not stranded. Wanting a love that's more. Sharing and caring, I'm remaining open for a love that's more. Surely he is waiting and longing just like me, with desires of companionship, soul sharing and letting it be.
If he's out there then where is he? Is he somewhere, will I soon see? This man I will give love to, is he ever going to be?
8/2 @ 3:30
writing again ... found on the next page
I'm keeping myself busy, doing things that are good and true. Trying to heal the planet, creating sweet space for me and you. Don't you want to know my laughter, my scent, my laugh, my song? Don't you want to know my passion for dividing right from wrong?
I wake each day with courage and a soul centered and a heart that's strong. I wait for you undauntedly. I'm wondering what's taking so long.
I'm alone, but I'm not lonely. I am wanting, I'm not weak. The love that I look clearly for appears nowhere, not a peek. So I move on, traveling forward. I happily go on with my day. It's been such a long time since I've been coupled in a special way.
Searching but not stranded. Wanting a love that's more. Sharing and caring, I'm remaining open for a love that's more. Surely he is waiting and longing just like me, with desires of companionship, soul sharing and letting it be.
If he's out there then where is he? Is he somewhere, will I soon see? This man I will give love to, is he ever going to be?
8/2 @ 3:30
writing again ... found on the next page
I'm keeping myself busy, doing things that are good and true. Trying to heal the planet, creating sweet space for me and you. Don't you want to know my laughter, my scent, my laugh, my song? Don't you want to know my passion for dividing right from wrong?
I wake each day with courage and a soul centered and a heart that's strong. I wait for you undauntedly. I'm wondering what's taking so long.
Morning 2 - The 3:15 Experiment
Society is at the dawning of man/human. More than the sun, everything is rising. Rising tides, rising emotions. The ebb and flow seems imbalanced but it is fine. All things balance. It is inevitable.
This balance is however, swinging us in the extremes. Greater contrast, further reach, wider berths and greater risks.
As we reach further we can extend beyond our old ideals.
A wider berth can give us a greater view of the horizon.
Greater risk always equates to increased value.
These times that we are in are what they are to be. They are what we have co-created as our manifested destiny.
What power!
What great opportunity to grow!
The greatest outcome is always present during the greatest challenges.
8/1 @ 3:27
This balance is however, swinging us in the extremes. Greater contrast, further reach, wider berths and greater risks.
As we reach further we can extend beyond our old ideals.
A wider berth can give us a greater view of the horizon.
Greater risk always equates to increased value.
These times that we are in are what they are to be. They are what we have co-created as our manifested destiny.
What power!
What great opportunity to grow!
The greatest outcome is always present during the greatest challenges.
8/1 @ 3:27
Morning 1 - the 3:15 Experiment
I was so excited that I started early ... July 31 @ 3:15
The planned path of exodus while escaping from the dark will never leave our physical being without a tattoo, placed upon our spiritual flesh, inside of us for none to see.
The artist is our heart.
This tattoo can be intricate artistry.
We will not be free of it. The marks are our map, our course of life in stepping from the dark and traveling into light. It is marked deep within our soul, mapping our journey to full insight.
Should we ever find ourselves in darkness again we can remap our vision by looking within.
The planned path of exodus while escaping from the dark will never leave our physical being without a tattoo, placed upon our spiritual flesh, inside of us for none to see.
The artist is our heart.
This tattoo can be intricate artistry.
We will not be free of it. The marks are our map, our course of life in stepping from the dark and traveling into light. It is marked deep within our soul, mapping our journey to full insight.
Should we ever find ourselves in darkness again we can remap our vision by looking within.
it is interesting ...
I worked with a dear friend last night, helping her detail and organized her information and course of intentions to mentor the Munay-Ki. I mentored her through the rites recently and she has taken on the responsibility of an Earth Keeper in the Heroes Journey and she is carrying the rites to others now. The evening was a blessed reward of all the she and I are doing.
In working with her I was granted several epiphanies throughout the evening. The grand catagory that the epiphanies fell into is that I am doing the work, walking the walk and talking the talk that Spirit intended for me to do. I live in a magical world of love and light, of love and service, of love and brilliant visions and dreams (both day and night) of a better world. It is happening ... one person at a time begining with me.
When my dear friend left last night my emotions flowed and tears rained down my face. Some of the tears were of appreciation for my Father. The essense of my Father has been present lately. He is a much sweeter soul now than he was before he left this earth walk. I am a much sweeter soul now than I was before he left this earth walk too. I thanked my Father for his essence that kept me "real" in a situation that came before me this past week.
From that thought I spiraled into the thoughts of a beautiful man that I met two years ago. We shared contact again yesterday and it was as sweet as usual. This man came into my life at a most, perhap the most significant pivot point of my entire life. This man held space for me and this transition point at a very high level of respect. We had just met at the time that my friend Gayle was passing. He was there for me in amazing ways.
That series of thoughts brought me back around, full circle to walking the walk, talking the talk and doing the work that Spirit intended for me to do. Spirit lines us up so well when we allow it. The work ... learning, growing, teaching, knowing ... receiving support, healing, supporting others while they heal, being in and of loving service for our individual and tribal awakening ... the work showed its course last night.
This has been a life long journey. I had been walking towards this path most of my life. It was two years ago that I realized I could no longer live vicariously through my higher self any longer. It was the time that I be my higher self. Two years ago ... this coming August 15th ... my dear friend Gayle left her earth walk. Gayle was my catalyst, she lit the fire under me. Gayle was the volunteer, placed here by brilliant organizers to motivate me into action.
I have written a lot about Gayle so some of you know the story.
As more tears stream down my face today ... as I come towards the mark on the calender when I will sit with Gayle's essence in gratitude, I wonder will she bring the rain again or will she just send a nudge on the wind that activates me further and deeper into the knowing of who I am. Whatever happens I am so grateful.
In working with her I was granted several epiphanies throughout the evening. The grand catagory that the epiphanies fell into is that I am doing the work, walking the walk and talking the talk that Spirit intended for me to do. I live in a magical world of love and light, of love and service, of love and brilliant visions and dreams (both day and night) of a better world. It is happening ... one person at a time begining with me.
When my dear friend left last night my emotions flowed and tears rained down my face. Some of the tears were of appreciation for my Father. The essense of my Father has been present lately. He is a much sweeter soul now than he was before he left this earth walk. I am a much sweeter soul now than I was before he left this earth walk too. I thanked my Father for his essence that kept me "real" in a situation that came before me this past week.
From that thought I spiraled into the thoughts of a beautiful man that I met two years ago. We shared contact again yesterday and it was as sweet as usual. This man came into my life at a most, perhap the most significant pivot point of my entire life. This man held space for me and this transition point at a very high level of respect. We had just met at the time that my friend Gayle was passing. He was there for me in amazing ways.
That series of thoughts brought me back around, full circle to walking the walk, talking the talk and doing the work that Spirit intended for me to do. Spirit lines us up so well when we allow it. The work ... learning, growing, teaching, knowing ... receiving support, healing, supporting others while they heal, being in and of loving service for our individual and tribal awakening ... the work showed its course last night.
This has been a life long journey. I had been walking towards this path most of my life. It was two years ago that I realized I could no longer live vicariously through my higher self any longer. It was the time that I be my higher self. Two years ago ... this coming August 15th ... my dear friend Gayle left her earth walk. Gayle was my catalyst, she lit the fire under me. Gayle was the volunteer, placed here by brilliant organizers to motivate me into action.
I have written a lot about Gayle so some of you know the story.
As more tears stream down my face today ... as I come towards the mark on the calender when I will sit with Gayle's essence in gratitude, I wonder will she bring the rain again or will she just send a nudge on the wind that activates me further and deeper into the knowing of who I am. Whatever happens I am so grateful.
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