Woke up this 8 / Crocodile morning, it was 5:50, these thoughts wouldn’t go away, so I made a cup of coffee, and now I’m sitting here writing those thoughts down.
There’s no TV here, so I entertain myself by reading, writing and playing international backgammon on the computer, playing with nameless faceless people from all over the world, and yet, I feel I know who they are by the way they play the game.
I’ve been playing for more than 35 years, and being a numbers person seeing moves quickly, there are three levels, I play expert level. Most often another ‘expert’ will sign on. There’s also a means at which we can communicate, it is limited by what ‘they’ have posted, then you click on what you would want to say, to start with ‘Hello’, ‘Good luck’. There’s no way to ask anything personal.
The personality of
the ‘one’ that plays as quickly as I do, is exciting, we feel it, I feel it
through the ‘ethers.’ I’m receiving what I call a ‘magnetic force’ holding us
in place, there was one player I played with for three hours, feeling as
though it were ten or fifteen minutes, looking at the time, I know I’ve gone
into a zone where there wasn’t any time. One of us will click ‘sorry I have to go’. . . well, that’s perfect being its now two a.m.
Then there’s the person that thinks before every move, to entertain myself while waiting for the move to be made, I’ll take my curser and point out the move that would best suit him. {my opponent can not see this} sometimes that is ultimately the move that is made, other times not, and most of the time when it’s not, my next move will have me ‘hit’ him, then his man is off the board, and he has to start from ‘home’ base.
Choices, backgammon is a game played move by move, where chess is played with moves thought into the end result. It’s the roll of the dice, some call it luck, or the lack of luck that is being presented at each turn. Then its up to you to decide what you will do with that ‘roll’, seems to me that there are metaphors that ultimately allow one to recognize the ‘gift’ that is being presented in each moment. What is chosen dictates the outcome. Knowing at this point in my reality, that everything had been agreed upon before birth, then what ever comes is because I had agreed upon THIS experience. Well then, why in the world would I be upset? I chose it, upset would be a slap in ‘Gods’ face, saying, “Oh No God, I don’t want THIS gift, give me another.” In my past when that would occur finding that what I would receive would cause more discomfort. Now, with a clearer understanding of my choices, EVERYTHING that is given to me is accepted with an open heart, with grace, love and gratitude. God saying to me “YES LOVE” Doesn’t matter what it is that I’ve received, its all the same to God, and the answer is ALWAYS the same. “YES LOVE”. . .
Ian left his
physical body, it has taken me what it’s taken me to come to an understanding,
a place where I can stand strong, content, passionate about ‘his’ choice, ‘his’
agreement before birth to have the experiences this life time for him to
complete the karma from past lives. Doesn’t mean I don’t miss the physical part of ‘us’, I do, yet it doesn’t consume me, knowing that we ‘talk’ to one another, there have been a few times where I’ve ‘felt’ him touch me.
There’s so much magic that is being experienced at this time, the grandness of ‘this’ experience has given me so much more than I could have conjured up in my ‘conscious’ mind.
A little over a year ago my friend Leah brought me into her circle of women friends. We gather at least once a month, sometimes more often. The energy we bring into the circle feels as though we could levitate, {soon we will remember how to do this} We gathered on, 8 / Crocodile, one of the sister came in after we had gotten settled under the cotton wood tree, standing up to share a hug, she asked, “How are you?” feeling my chest expand, looking into her eyes,“GRAND.” She asked, “what makes it grand?” “By saying ‘grand’, and feeling my energy expand, I’ve created GRANDNESS, its in the creation, choosing how I speak, rather than how my body feels, {by the way, my body is in total alignment with my soul.} she smiled, “You are grand in every way!” “thank you dear sister.” Leah named our sisterhood, “The Shifters”
We have become
teachers and students for one another. There’s total truth spoken, nothing is
held back. With ‘LOVE’ as our foundation, our agreement is to rise to that
place of ‘remembering’ our purpose. We’ll correct one another’s use of words so that we empower the space.
We’re about the same age, yet, I am the elder. We speak powerfully, listening intently to what is being said. Calling a sister on her ‘stuff’ knowing what will empower all of us, being we are mirrors for one another, it’s not about ‘her’ its about all of us, and not just the sisters in the circle.
Two women were
standing in the park, they were there for some time, across from the park is a
café, the people looking out the window noticing these two just standing there,
not talking, not moving, just standing there, {this is a small town} the
people started asking one another what they were doing, they came up with all
kinds of stories, a little boy chimed in, “I know what
they’re doing!” all ears were on this little boy. “What are they doing.” “One
of them is my grandmother, she’s going to heal the world.” There was laughter,
yet, something shifted in that moment. The next day, these two women appeared once again, and about a dozen more came to stand in the park. By the 3rd day, the numbers multiplied exponentially. The mayor called the sheriff, saying he needed to have these people removed, they’re making the town look bad. As the sheriff approaches telling them they must leave, one of the women stands in front of him, “This is our park, we’re not causing a disturbance, we’re not selling anything, we will NOT leave the park.”
The sheriff knew he couldn’t force them to leave, they were in their rights.
News of this traveled to a larger town, the news media showed up, the mayors wife, the sheriffs wife, about 2500 people stood in the park to heal the world.
So, when you say, “I can’t make a difference.” Think again. And again. Once more.
Thanks to Ross Bishop for this:
The Golden Telephone
A man living in Kansas decided to write a book about churches around the country. He chose to start in San Francisco, and then work east.
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