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Immaturity Among Nations

I have to laugh. The new trend in inflammatory rhetoric is complaining about other countries that “interfere” in national policy or procedures. First, it was the U.S. blasting Russia for the alleged hacking of Clinton emails. The latest is China blasting the U.S. because we invited Taiwanese delegates to Trump’s inauguration.  This reminds me of my children as they grew up. Each one got into trouble in some way and got caught…because adults talk to one another

I will never forget the day my second daughter stood in front of me, hands on hips, and said in her strictest, most powerful voice, “You may not discuss me with anyone. I forbid you to talk to other people about me!”

Trying not to laugh out loud, I simply said, “Sorry! Parents talk, teachers talk, and neighbors talk. That’s how we make sure no one gets into serious trouble.”

“That’s not fair!” she argued loudly.

“Life is not fair, and I want you to get to adulthood in one piece!” I replied. As I walked away I added, “And I’m going to talk about you with whoever I need or want to as long as you’re under my roof.”

The nations of the world are like a bunch of siblings with no parents. The truth is, there is no way that any nation can afford to not do what it must to find out what the rest of us are up to. There is no way that one nation can forbid others to talk, visit, or trade with anyone else. We need to talk. We need to know what is going on. We need to know one another. It will keep us out of trouble.

12 Wishes for Christmas – #9

#9 – May men and women figure out the framework of the new relationships of the future that balance commitment, freedom, integrity, respect, and the need to continue developing one’s consciousness. The object of a relationship is not to preserve the relationship, it is to be mirrors for one another…and to enjoy the gift of life while you have it.

Changing The System

I have had two periods of major financial difficulty in my life. One was right after kundalini when I was pretty much unable to work or to function normally at any level. The other was after my divorce from Jim when I was taking care of my mother and her end-of-life affairs. My income dropped precipitously in both these periods because I was unable to work enough hours to produce the income I needed.

In that first period of difficulty, bill collectors were calling, sending threatening letters, even coming to the door to try to bully me into giving them money. At first, I tried to avoid or dodge them. When their persistence began to be insulting, or they acted like I was stupid, or even belligerent, I began to stand up for myself and try to talk with them. Sometimes it came to an argument; sometimes I hung up on them if they became nasty. After all, you can’t get blood out of a stone.

One day, after many months of harassment, I snapped at one of the bill collectors and demanded that they stop calling unless they had something useful, helpful, or productive to offer. Then I hung up rather abruptly. When they called back a week or so later, they had an offer. They would cut the balance due in half if I would pay something on a regular basis. They wanted $25 a week, I offered them $2. That was a stretch for me, but I felt I could honor it. They agreed, cut the balance in half, and I began to pay my measly $2 every week. With a $1500 balance, I was looking at 750 weeks or 14 years of payments. However, within several months, I was able to increase it to $3 a week, then $5, then $10, and I kept increasing the amount until it was paid, long before the 14 years was up. Lesson #1 – don’t allow financial hacks to badger you. Stand up for yourself!

In the second period of difficulty, my accounts were at Consumers’ Credit Union. I thought they would be easy to work with if I ever got into trouble again. That was an illusion. They were not. When I did not have enough for my monthly mortgage payment, they simply froze all my accounts. I was furious. They made a difficult situation much worse than it needed to be. Lesson #2 – don’t have all your eggs in one basket. Open accounts at several banks.

The situation with Consumers’ was all the more maddening because I had tried to work with them in an upfront manner. I had called them, told them I was taking care of my mother 2-3 weeks out of the month, and was having difficulty making enough money to make the mortgage payment. I wanted them to move a couple of payments to the end of the contract, or perhaps allow me to pay interest only. They held all the cards and simply froze my accounts…two business accounts, one personal, and one savings.

The day I went into their office to deposit a check and discovered the accounts could not be accessed for any kind of transaction, I was stunned. I had the bank clerk call the mortgage division and get my ‘account handler’ on the line. He turned out to be a young, arrogant kid. I demanded that they unfreeze my accounts. He demanded that I bring my mortgage up to date. Voices rose. I was standing at the counter in the bank lobby and there were a half-dozen people in line behind me. I didn’t care. I ended up shouting at him, demanding to know how old he was. He said he was 21. I accused him of being a snot-nosed kid who didn’t have any experience in real life. I accused him of betraying my efforts to work with them, and then shouted, “Your day is coming, my friend. You are gonna get into difficulty with money somewhere along the line because that is the way life works and you have to make hard choices. You’re gonna be in financial difficulty someday and I hope you remember this moment because I’m not going to abandon my mother just to make some stupid mortgage payment. In fact, you can take your payment schedule and shove it!”

I nearly threw the phone back at the clerk, gathered my purse and papers, and stalked out of the credit union. A few people were appalled, but one guy in line was clapping. I was too angry to care what anyone thought.

The next day, I hauled myself and my aging mother to the credit union corporate offices. I asked to see the head of the mortgage division. Surprisingly, he and his second in command came out to greet me. I explained that I wanted to work with them, that I wasn’t going to abandon my mother, I wasn’t going to abandon my obligation to make mortgage payments, and challenged them to come up with something that we could both live with.

They patiently explained that they had rules. I pointed out that the rules were man-made and could be adjusted at their discretion. There was quite a bit of polite argument going back and forth. In the end, they said they would not harass me if I would just not go 90 days overdue. At 90 days, their rules required that they initiate foreclosure proceedings. They said I would get one call each month to ‘remind’ me about the payment and ask if I was going to make it. They said they would appreciate a true answer from me so they would know what was happening at my end. I honored my end, even though my credit score dropped into the toilet, something that upset me tremendously. Lesson #3 – Don’t let your anger with the system run away with you and don’t back down. Do your best to work something out and then honor the agreement. That agreement can always be changed as needed. Both sides have to give a little.

The young man assigned to me started out calling as agreed. He was a little snippy at first. At my end of things, a series of miracles was happening. My ex-husband made a couple of payments. An elderly couple I knew asked me how I was doing with my farm. I said I was probably going to lose it. I explained that I was two months behind with the mortgage. They called back the next day and said they wanted to give me the money to catch up. After an excruciating debate within myself, I swallowed my pride and took it. My brother-in-law came along and gave me the payment for another two months. Then someone else offered to make a payment. Then a client who had died left me enough money for another couple of payments. Then another gift, and another… Lesson #4 Believe in miracles and the goodness of people who care about you.

Every month for 19 months, a small miracle happened. I never knew where the money was going to come from. Usually it came in at the last moment. One month when my financial handler called to ask me if I was going to make the payment, I said I didn’t know. He then launched into a high-nosed lecture about needing to honor my debts. I interrupted him loudly.

“Look, my friend, I have not been making the payments for my mortgage. Someone else has been making the payment. Every month I panic, and every month that money comes in from somewhere. I never know where it’s coming from, so don’t bug me! The monthly miracle is coming…it’s just not here yet!” After that, each month when he called, he cheerfully asked, “Have we had our monthly miracle yet?” Lesson #5 – Know that the system is made of up real people who really want things to work out.

In January of 2013 my mother died and I was free to make more money. I caught up with the mortgage and have been doing fine ever since. I have never regretted the time spent with my mother. If it had been up to me, I would have had her live for years longer than she did. Evidently, 86 years was enough for her.

There are so many issues in our face these days. There’s the election circus, of course, and then the Monsanto monster, the factory food fiction, the vaccination outrage, the chemtrail catastrophe, the pharmaceutical deceptions, the financial manipulations, the façade of democracy, the educational disaster…and many others.

You cannot expect the system to change to something you want it to be unless you take a stand regarding those issues that affect you directly and personally. This is how a system changes. You are not helpless, so don’t act as if you are. There ARE lessons to be learned on all sides, but each lesson learned benefits all of us. Corporations are not distant, impersonal, inflexible structures. Changing a corporation is painfully slow work, but it must be done…and the most powerful change does not come through the courts, it comes through one-at-a-time-face-to-face interaction. Just remember this: Corporations are characterized by intelligent people who go to work in them to make a living – the same thing you are trying to do – and who want to make things work. Act as if you are dealing with a human who is listening, whose consciousness can be raised, and who may report your input at some future meeting being held to make corporate operations smoother. You just might learn that we are all trying to make life easier and better for ourselves.

My dear uncle,

It’s been many, many years since I’ve written a love letter, but I can no longer remain quiet about how I have loved you for so many years and my grief at the recent news about you! How proud I always felt to be with you. I hold you in a special place in my heart and feel so strongly about you that I sometimes think I would put your life before mine in order that you might live forever. Thus, it pains me beyond comprehension to know that you are dying. I fear I will not be able to stand the pain of losing you. My sorrow is overwhelming and I am distraught.

Do you remember when we first met that day on the beach? I was only 7 years old. You were so much older, and I thought, so much wiser. I was listening to Love Letters in the Sand by Pat Boone and suddenly, there you were – a whole world beyond my family home and the little town we lived in.

It was a world of freedom to listen to what I wanted, spend an entire day rolling around in the sand without worry about who or what might be lurking nearby with ill intent, travel across the country unmolested, and feel at one with people from all over – north, south, east, and west.

As I grew older, how I loved the music, the dancing, the camping, the holidays, the museums, the colleges, going to the city, working in a corporation. I loved being part of a system that people from around the world looked to for inspiration. I loved watching the various passions that ebbed and flowed in various ‘movements’ of our people, each group pressing their case for change, for transformation. How I excited I would feel when the system would suddenly ‘work well’ and uphold justice for somebody. Even though it took time and persistence to get those changes, it was so reassuring to know that you were alive, breathing, and responding. You probably didn’t realize it, but you taught us with your slow, measured changes that change was possible. In fact, you were teaching with your own actions that we should think of changes as normal, necessary, and natural. The message you sent at every level was that there was a need for ongoing change, and I thank you for this.

I know that death is near, and I weep daily at the thought that you are at that fateful door. I have noticed your slow, progressive deterioration these past years. I knew that you were getting older, but saying anything to this effect would have been politically incorrect and would have caused uproar in the family. So in sorrowful silence I watched you stumble and fall again and again – with your integrity, your legal tools, your wars and inconsistent approach toward weapons, your science and education, your media and your surveillance. For a long time I made excuses for you  – you had bad parents…you weren’t healthy…you were working on yourself and didn’t have the bandwidth for  anyone else right then…you just made a few mistakes…your friends had been a bad influence on you…maybe you were on drugs…it looked like nobody taught you how to manage money…too much education and not enough common sense…it was everyone else’s fault that you had to do those things… to suddenly asking, “Oh no…is he failing?!…to finally having to face the fact that you were showing signs of terminal dementia and were no longer capable of making your own decisions or managing day-to-day affairs.

I know you have been in hospice for a while, and I don’t know how much time we have left together, but I want you to know that I have desperately loved you – those proud stars and stripes as well as your mountains, lakes, valleys and plains! I am overflowing with gratitude for having had this time with you. You have been an inspiration, and you will go with me wherever I go. I want you to know that those of us you are leaving behind will forever hold you in our hearts. We will do our best to take care of the mountains, lakes, valleys, and plains, and we will strive in every way to honor your messages of freedom and change. If it were possible, I would change you instantly, here and now, healing you of all your ills just so I could still have you in my life. But I fear that our denial has led us to avoid taking action quickly enough, and already your body is shutting down…too many systems in full decline. Another stroke and it will probably be the end. I am not ready…nevertheless, I tell you now, fare thee well on your journey, my friend. You have been loved, and you  will be greatly missed.

Love,

Your devoted daughter

Life in These Times – Gun Control or Decent Food?

Back in the 1920s, a dentist named Dr. Weston Price and many of his colleagues noticed that animals did not seem to be as healthy and resistant to disease as they had once been. They also noticed that people were losing teeth – sometimes ALL their teeth – to cavities and infection, tuberculosis was rampant, mental retardation was spreading, and crime was rising. Price and his colleagues wracked their brains and did all sorts of laboratory tests and research to identify the bacterial invader. It took them over ten years to ask the question, “Is it possible that, rather than the presence of invading bacteria, maybe something is missing?”

In an effort to answer this question, Price then did something remarkable. He searched out cultures and tribes around the globe that had never adopted the Western white man’s diet of white flour, white sugar, canned and processed foods, and alcohol. Taking a team of nurses, dental assistants, stenographers, and photographers with him, he visited these cultures, took complete medical histories, photographs, made detailed observations of lifestyles and attitudes, and researched the foods they were eating to see what was in it.

Price’s work was stunning in its methodology and conclusions. No one has done anything as seminal since then. What he showed again and again was that nutrition was as central and critical to psychology, attitude, intelligence, maturation and human development as it was to bone structure, blood and organ function, immunity, and physical health. As the nutritional quality of food fell, so did consciousness and the health of the human being.

As food became more and more depleted, inflammation, anxiety, depression, frustration, anger, and indifference skyrocketed. As these feelings spread, we lost the feeling of community within families as well as in towns and cities. Competition overtook the former attitudes of cooperation and helpfulness. People were always tired – too tired to do what needed to be done to survive…which gave rise to exactly the cultural mindset necessary for the rise of the corporation and “the job.”  All you had to do was show up regularly and you could collect money to buy things instead of making them. Self-sufficiency was lost, along with creativity and freedom.

Now here we are, 100 years later, arguing about guns and whether we need gun control laws. If you set aside the fact that the government has had a finger in almost all of the big, media-shouted shootings…and you set aside the fact that some other countries have twice as many guns and don’t have the kind of shootings or murders we have here in the U.S…you are left with one question: What is going on in our people that we have degenerated into killing one another?

Some years ago a school in Wisconsin with sky-high violence, poor graduation rates, failing test scores, and student apathy took out all of the fast food lunches and reinstalled a full kitchen with cooks making real meat, potato, vegetable, dairy, bread, and fruit meals. The violence stopped, the test scores rose dramatically along with graduation rates, and students took a real interest in learning and in what others thought or had learned.

In the school of life in these United States, the question we have to face is not whether we need gun control, it is whether we need to return to real food. Consciousness, which is the core of reality for each individual, is not maintained by passing legal rules, it is maintained by high-nutrition food with high levels of enzymes, minerals, and vitamins. Healthy people cannot be easily manipulated, do not need anti-depressants, do not avoid work, and do not easily give up self-determination. If we are going to survive as a nation or even as a people, the first thing we must do is return to real food. Without this, we will not have the clarity, will, or stamina to fix what must be fixed. And we do have some fixing up ahead.

All One?

I get this question a lot, so I asked the person who sent it if she would mind if I used her question to put the answer out there again. She wrote:

I am having a hard time understanding how our people, husbands, wives, brothers, sisters and so on who are soldiers would ever walk against the people in our own country. They are us, how do we come to grips with that?

The effort to understand how some people can go against others is a HUGE step in understanding the nature of reality. We are all here to evolve and change. It is very difficult to change if you are not in a physical system. We come to this physical system after having made all sorts of agreements and contracts with one another to teach certain things. Before we get here there is a great deal of time and energy spent planning a life and getting others to come back with you and play certain roles that will force you to change. The people who love us the most will often take on the role of the most frustrating people in our life. Why? Because only someone who cares for you a lot will have the stamina to withstand your anger and continue to teach until you get it. Of course, we usually set things up so that our favorite people are teaching one thing, and we are teaching them something they need. It’s a beautiful system for evolution and change.

As for your comment, “They are us, how do we come to grips with that?” Most people take the “we are all one” concept way too far. Yes, we are all made of Source material, which is Light, however, in a physical system, we are all separate, all different, and it bothers me a lot that people try to lump everyone together instead of celebrating our differences, exploring the mystery of another human, and making space for the collective reality to grow and evolve because of the millions of unique contributions of all of us here. We are not all one – except in terms of the Light that we are all made of – and insisting that we are defeats the entire purpose and joy of individual existence within a physical reality system.

Money and Trust

If you were an alien being standing just far enough away from Earth to watch the events going on every day, you would see billions of people trading things back and forth among themselves in order to make sure that everyone has what they need. You would see that in some places life is quite simple (say…rural Indonesia) but most have what they need, while in other places (say the U.S.), people think they need much more than they actually do, and as a result of this, those people really work hard at getting things for one another. You might notice that a few areas really don’t have what they need, but overall, most true needs are met.

From your point of view as a watcher of all this, you might marvel at the amount of collaboration going on all over the earth, especially in those places where big group projects are being worked on. You might also notice lots of people dealing with some imaginary stuff called money, and if you didn’t understand or believe in money yourself, you might wonder why they bother with money when it’s clear they are all plenty busy making sure that the participants in their world have the real things that they need.

It is fairly well-known and documented that the dollars we use to transact business among ourselves are not backed by anything “real.” In other words, the dollars are printed and distributed to everyone, and then we all pretend that they have great power. We use them to buy milk and bread, gas for our cars, shower gifts for a pregnant niece, a boat, or a house. This is the equivalent of playing the game Monopoly®, but we don’t seem to see that it’s a game. We really believe in the dollars and their power. We believe in these dollars and their power so much, that we have even moved them into abstraction as imaginary dollars inside a debit or credit card. But what is that power based on? It is based on trust.

We go to work every day trusting that at some point in the near future, someone is going to give us money for showing up. We go to the store, get our milk and bread, and hand our debit card to the clerk. She swipes the card through her machine, hands us a receipt, and we leave the store…leaving the store merchant to trust that some dollars will now be moved into his account so he can go and get what he needs. It is the same at the gas station, your local dentist office, your favorite restaurant, or your own small business.

Our financial system operates 100% on trust. If it crashed and there were no dollars available, could we continue to operate on that same trust? Could we just keep making an effort to make sure that everyone is taken care of and has what they need? Wouldn’t we be surprised to discover that if the money went away or was cut sharply, all of the trust, the resources, the cooperation, and the willingness to help one another are still there and still exquisitely real?