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When I was very little…

When I was a very little girl, I sometimes went grocery shopping with my mother. This consisted of going to a small general store where she stood at a counter and told the man behind the counter which items to get from the shelves behind him. Sometimes he had to get on a ladder to reach something, but when everything was on the counter, he weighed things, added it all up, we paid him, and left.

Then we went to the butcher shop where my mother would ask, “Whose beef (ham, bacon, lamb, chicken) do you have today?” She knew the habits, farming, and husbandry skills of those who raised meat, and this was critical information in deciding what to buy.

From there we went to the local mill to pick up bags of flour and other grains. The bags were made of brightly colored cotton fabric, and we didn’t pick our wheat they way we did our beef. No…we were more interested in the fabric bags and what sort of aprons, quilts, or other items might be made from them once the flour was gone.

Depending on the season, we would drive to this or that farm to buy strawberries, raspberries, or cherries, later blueberries or peaches, and still later apples, pumpkins, or cider.

Milk was delivered twice a week in glass bottles with small cardboard plugs as caps, and we carefully separated the 3 or 4 inches of cream at the top of each quart so we could make butter, have cream for my father’s coffee, or whip it to make whipped cream for cherry compote or apple crisp.

Vegetables were grown in the garden, and if we didn’t grow it, we didn’t eat it. Buying other people’s vegetables was considered somewhere between silly and stupid. Everything had to be made from scratch – bread, cakes, cookies, casseroles, candy – and we carefully gathered then canned a few select items, froze a lot of things, or dried what we thought we might need over the winter. This included things that might be needed for healing, because going to the doctor was reserved mostly for those who were dying.

I was somewhere between 8 and 10 years old when the first Kroger Store opened in our area. People flocked to it. It was a marvel of food-at-your-fingertips. We went there for a few things but could not afford the prices there so continued our established way of life for quite some time.

I remember the first time I smelled pizza baking in an oven. I was about 12 years old at the time and became so nauseated that I had to leave and go outside. When it was time to eat, I could not eat it because I couldn’t stand the smell. I had a similar reaction to McDonald’s hamburgers, which arrived on the scene when I was about fifteen.

I left home at eighteen and moved to the big city – Detroit, where I got my first job in a computer/keypunch office. I was in love with Detroit, and although my path has taken me to many unusual places in these United States, I still love Detroit in the way we all remember a first love and its impact on us.

When I think about my earliest years and the way life used to be, I wonder…are we ready to roll with the changes coming our way? In the few years of my own brief life I have gone from the self-sufficiency of growing and gathering much of the food we ate, making most of our clothing and household items, building the house we lived in, doing all of our own healing, and repairing whatever equipment we owned… to a lifestyle in the city that I sometimes look back on as my own period of “calico cosmopolitan”…to a lifestyle that is becoming more and more reliant on digital everything.

I absolutely LOVE computers! This includes printers, cell phones, the internet, and all the amazing possibilities that arise from digital technology. The digital era is the one in which we will learn some of the basic lessons of advanced consciousness, specifically…

  • that we can be wildly creative with technology, which is highly feminine (the nature of consciousness is to create emotion and feeling)
  • that there is constant communication going on via the Internet (the nature of intelligence is to communicate and cooperate)
  • that there is not really any such thing as privacy (how can you have telepathy without an open field of communication?)
  • that there is a tendency for groups of similar intelligence to self-organize into functioning units (groups of particles that behave as if they were all one are known as plasma, and plasma responds directly to consciousness, a fact that makes us responsible for the effects we have on ourselves)
  • that trying to maintain an attitude of hero-worship or a hierarchical stance of, “I’m better/more important/smarter/richer/more famous/more deserving than you does not work over the long-term (because open recognition is necessary for existence and if all recognition is focused on the hero or the guy at the top of the pyramid, the base will collapse due to self-neglect.) In general, we humans simply do not yet have a strong enough sense of self to recognize and constantly regenerate the Self without recognition coming in from others.

There are other aspects of the digital world that will drag us forward in consciousness, not the least of which is that anything not based on the self-regenerating power of love will simply not sustain.

If the entire digital world of the internet went down tomorrow, would we be able to continue developing the skills of advanced consciousness that the digital symbolizes? Maybe. Some would revert to the past and lose whatever gains in consciousness they made, but some of us will never go back.

If things hold together enough that we all keep moving forward, we could be on the threshold of realizing some of our most exciting visions. We might find ourselves living in a world where everything is new and different, from money and government to food, education, transport, and community. We might find ourselves communicating with and even visiting beings from other places, other dimensions, other times.

And if we can’t make those kinds of gains right away and must back up a bit, there is no reason that a return to the local food gathering practices of the past would not go perfectly with the communication of the digital age…along with finding handmade items to wear, coming up with people who have the gift of repair (they can fix everything from bodies to houses to plumbing and lawnmowers), local artisans and musicians who can make us laugh or swoon, and spiritual leaders who help us renew ‘The Everyday’ with meaning and perspective of a whole new kind…the kind that recognizes each of us while nurturing us toward a more expansive consciousness.

Something Very Interesting to Watch

While teaching Intuition classes last week the subject of the future came up and I was reminded of a lecture I watched last year about Paul Amadeus Dienach. Dienach lived in the early 1900s and experienced a 365-day spell of narcolepsy during which he went into the future to the year 3906. While there, he was schooled about the history of where civilization had been and what had happened between the early 1900s and the 3900s. It is an amazing story with some VERY interesting information! The lecture is called Memories From the Future: The Valley of the Roses and is 2 hours long. It was a lecture given at the A.R.E. in Virginia around 2013. There’s a book titled Chronicles From the Future available on Amazon that contains the entire story. If you haven’t already seen it, you might enjoy watching it on a Sunday afternoon orevening. Here is the link:

Thinking About the Future

We have problems. Serious problems. Problems like poverty, hunger, homelessness, wars, immigration, financial systems, corruption, and many more. Something is wrong.

A worldview is a way of organizing ourselves, it’s a system, a collection of beliefs about how the world should be. Do most of the people you know believe that we should be hungry? Homeless? Killing one another? Poverty-stricken? I don’t know anyone who believes that that’s the way we should live. So why do we put up with such conditions? Is it because we have never stopped to examine the roots of such a system?

Well, it’s time. And what do we find when we get right down to those roots? We find two things.

One is the distortion of ownership. Ownership is not bad, in itself. However, it is not good to allow the idea of ownership to pave the way for the bullies, corporations, or nations to take over everything – to claim that the land is theirs, the water is theirs, the money is theirs, and all the power belongs to them.

The second thing is the concept that some people are better and more deserving than others. Healthy competition helps to nurture our growth, but not when it results in the belief that some people are more important than others. This paves the way for gross imbalance in a system. We are all valuable in different ways.

What if the person who was the best gardener was obliged to feed the most people? What if the group that made the best cellphones had the job of supplying the most people? What if the best artist, writer, or singer was expected to present visionary material to the widest slice of the public? What if the best leader was expected to negotiate only peace and service to others?

And what if 6.9 billion people woke up one day to realize they were cold, hungry, thirsty, homeless, cut off from what they needed to survive because of money, and being encouraged to slaughter one another? Would they continue to go along with such a system? Or would they begin to notice that there was something ass-backwards about that system?

We are right there!

This is the end of an age…the age of industrialism, of coal, oil, and chemistry, of nation states and capitalism, of religion. Industrialism has gone as far as it can go without totally destroying the Earth. Coal, oil, and chemistry have gone as far as they can go in covering up the discovery of free energy. Nations states and capitalism have gone as far as they can go without completely destroying civilization. And religion has gone as far as it can go without completely arresting all human development.

What is beyond the end of our age? It’s time to think creatively about the future.

 

12 Wishes for Christmas – #3

#3 – May we demonstrate to the young ones who are growing up and coming of age what courage looks like, what integrity sounds like, what humility feels like, and what wisdom does in the world so that they can make good decisions when it is their turn to run things. 

The U.S. is on “The Hero’s Journey”

When the U.S. faced the recent election, most people saw it as just an election. I saw it as the start of The Hero’s Journey. I was on pins and needles as I waited for the outcome of the election! The hero’s journey is a journey that involves: 1. Making a choice – either knowingly or inadvertently; 2. Being confronted with a critical problem that must be resolved; 3. A demand to clean and reorganize the house; 4. Going through a sorting process; 5. Having to align oneself with one’s true nature; 6. Carrying some form of light, whether candle or glowing coals, to a destination; and 7. Holding oneself in the place of a humble but grateful, even joyous, witness as the problem resolves itself.

The Hero’s Journey is a mythical journey of awakening and transformation. It is a journey into the heart of consciousness that results in a changed individual full of wisdom, grace, and power. It is usually undertaken by an individual, but it can also be undertaken by a family or a country. It is a journey into the heart of the self that results in becoming wise, graceful, and powerful. It involves challenges that change you at the core. It involves becoming who you really are. To fail to embark on the journey or to fail to complete it results in death.

In the election campaign, people saw Hillary Clinton all polished and pretty and politically correct, running for president. Running against her was Donald Trump who was brash and bold and breaking all the rules of polite politics. She represented the queen, the one with all the power. She represented the status quo, more of what we already had. He represented the clown, the one who distracts us from the status quo and because he is a clown, is not taken seriously.

Difficulty is always a factor in making the choice. If the choice was obvious, it would be easy. There are always an overwhelming number of frightening or threatening unknowns. It’s like getting a divorce. We can’t stand the marriage any longer, but we don’t want the financial or emotional hit that a divorce would bring. We don’t want the queen and her status quo, but to choose the clown and the unknown??

This election was the setup for that choice – a choice that asked us, “Do we want to evolve our consciousness and move to a place of wisdom, joy, grace, and peace of mind? Or do we want to go down in ignominious self-destruction?” The choice is symbolic of life and death, of evolution to a more expanded consciousness, of taking a step toward becoming who we really are – or a refusal to look at truth and continuing to live with spirit-deadening lies.

As we drew closer to the election, a flood of information began to flow out of the FBI, the New York police department, the CIA, and other intelligence agencies. They knew what was going on behind the scenes with Clinton and were sending their intelligence reports to WikiLeaks. The information contained emails, photos, and other evidence about the millions of dollars being laundered by the Clinton Foundation, the sale of U.S. state secrets to other countries, the murder of anyone who got in their way, and the abduction of children and teens to Jeffery Epstein’s island home in the Virgin Islands where they were made “available” to various people in powerful places for sexual purposes. Those who took advantage of these young ones were secretly videotaped and then blackmailed to go along with the wishes of the Bush-Clinton cabal…a group responsible for much more dishonesty and corruption than is listed here…and all of this corruption becomes the critical problem that must be resolved.

In many of the ancient journeys of awakening, once the choice is made, the hero or heroine is made to clean up in some way. In the myth of Hercules, he must shovel out a thousand years’ worth of manure from the king’s stables in one day. In another, the young and beautiful Vasalisa must clean and re-organize the witch’s house every day. This symbolizes the need to clean house and reorganize ourselves as a nation. Representatives of the old system cannot clean up the system because it is working for them! Thus the need for the hero to do the cleanup…and in this case, we the people are the heroes.

The next challenge is that of sorting. In the story of Vasalisa, she is confronted with a mountain of dirt mixed with poppy seeds and is told she must sort the seeds from the dirt by the next morning. Complicating the problem of sorting is that the seeds are tiny, black, and hard to identify, it is dark, and there is great pressure to accomplish the task. She is hopeless and feels it is impossible to complete, and when she gets tired, she goes to sleep believing she has failed, but in the morning, she finds the job finished! The angels and helpful spirits have completed the job while she slept.

The sorting symbolizes the need to sort out good from bad, as well as that which can be used to start new life. The seeds of truth and reality can be planted and used to nurture and feed the souls of the people. The fact that the task is completed while Vasalisa sleeps symbolizes the ancient truth that even though we may become hopeless and are not awake yet, there are hidden forces and factors working in our favor. Even though we are working in the dark (dark night of the soul) the task will be accomplished and the dawn will come.

Once the sorting is complete, the hero often faces a decision. The decision is some form of acceptance of one’s true nature and an alignment with this relatively unfamiliar…but seemingly very natural…self. It is a coming home to who we really are…warts, gifts, faults, crazy sense of humor and all! Once the decision is made to align with the true self, there follows a deep recognition of all nature and of what is real in the world. This is the crux of the journey. We cannot live fake lives. It will destroy us.

The last task is that of carrying a lighted candle or glowing coals that will restart our fires. Sometimes the hero must carry the flame through the forest and not let it go out despite wind and rain. If he lets the candle go out, he will lose his way and die. If he reaches his destination with the light still burning, the light burns away the darkness and evil that once lived there.

In the same way that every plant, animal, and human has a natural life-cycle, every civilization has a life-cycle in which its people must develop and evolve to a place of power, wisdom, and grace. There have been lots of civilizations before us. Some have evolved to become wholly transformed and have gone on to other dimensions of greater power and creativity. Many have collapsed in self-destructive cataclysms. Choosing the path of war, greed, and other forms of selfishness leads to self-destruction. “The Universe” gives us total freedom to do as we wish with Life because it knows there is only one choice – the choice to evolve and grow.  That’s why she can be so generous with free will…it’s because She knows that those who are foolish enough to choose anything other than Life will eventually self-destruct, thus taking care of the problem they created!

The U.S. recently reached the point where a choice had to be made…either continue to look the other way and ignore the ugliness that would eventually destroy us – or make a new choice. That choice has been made and we must now begin the task of cleaning house and sorting things out. These are always messy, painful tasks that take at least several years for an individual, even longer for a nation or civilization, yet doing so will lead to the realization that we must align with our true nature if we want to survive. We will then have to carry the light and protect it from going out.

Ch. 1, America—Breeding Ground for Psychopaths?

“It is 10:30 a.m. in central Florida. Beads of sweat drip from the foreheads of tourists waiting in long, winding lines at Disneyworld for an exciting ride on the Submarine Nautilus. Less than 10 miles away, 9-year-old Jeffery Bailey Jr. is also waiting. He is waiting for his young companion to die. After making sure that no one else is around, Jeffery has pushed 3-year-old Ricardo “Nicki” Brown into the deep end of a motel pool. He knows the younger child cannot swim and is afraid of the water.

“It is taking Nicki a long time to die. Jeffery gets tired of standing, so he pulls up a lawn chair to the edge of the pool. He wants a better view of how someone drowns. Jeffery stays by the pool until Nicki sinks to the bottom, lifeless. Then he puts on his shoes and shirt and saunters toward home.

“A short time later he asks another neighborhood child what the “icky white stuff” is that comes out of someone’s nose when they’re drowning. He doesn’t mention that Nicki is at this moment lying at the bottom of a pool.

“Nicki’s body is recovered from the pool at 6:40 p.m. by the police. Later, after neighborhood children have told Jeffery’s mother about the drowning, the youngster tells his mother about the “accident.” (Kissimmee Police Department, June 3, 1986)

Police officer Beth Peturka who investigated the case says she found Jeffery “kind of nonchalant, like he was enjoying all the attention.” On June 3, 1986, the State of Florida charges 9-year-old Jeffery with murder.”   —from  High Risk – Children Without a Conscience by Dr. Ken Magid and Carole A. McKelvey

I knew there was corruption, but I didn’t know how ugly, and I can’t help thinking about those lost children. How many parents and families put out photos of their missing babies, searching, hoping, but never seeing them again? What sort of agony must they be going through as they wonder, ‘Was it my little one among those who fell into the hands of the Clintons?’

I did not get much sleep last night. I would wake, weep, and then go back into a very restless state of half asleep, half awake. Few things get to me the way the corruption of Hillary Clinton and her team of psychopaths has. When something upsets me, I usually go inside to work on myself until I arrive at a new balance point and in the process, I learn something useful about life.  It is not often that I allow myself to get vividly angry.

The definition of a psychopath is one who is not bonded to anyone else, and is superficially very charming then suddenly explosively enraged. Someone with psychopathic characteristics is cruel, controlling, remorseless, tends to be impulsive without relying on common sense, and is given to primary process lying (which is continuing to lie even when it is blatantly obvious that they are not telling the truth). They are often very smooth and manage to project exactly what they are doing onto others, thus shifting the blame and responsibility to everyone but themselves. We have a government of pathological control-freaks and psychopaths.

I’m sure that I will be able to find that elusive balance point eventually, maybe when I am done grieving, but for right now… in spite of the fact that I keep trying to tell myself that maybe the reports coming out about the Clintons are not true…I’m so angry, so sad… for us, for those who have been raped, murdered, or defrauded…for the people of our country…for the people of Iraq, Libya, Syria, Ukraine, and other countries invaded and destroyed by our crazies…for our future…and for the way the Clinton/Bush/Rockefeller/Soros machine just keeps marching ahead, media in hand, as if nothing has happened…as if we are going to fall in line as we usually do. How pathetic and stupid of them. I’m so ashamed of what passes for “government” here in the U.S. and for the way the rest of the world must be looking at us.

I worry, if I am so deeply angry about this, what are other people feeling? Three hundred million angry people would be a lot of anger. What are we going to do with all that anger? Anger is change energy that has not been allowed to go anywhere. How do we channel that energy into something better than what we’ve had for the last few decades?