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A Fresh New Year

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In the beginning, we started out as wide-eyed innocent babies hoping to be taken care of, because, well, to be frank, we were pretty useless. We enjoyed those days in the lap of luxury, yelling at our moms without getting in trouble, life was like a vanilla milkshake, sweet and dependable. As we grew and found our feet, we crawled and then tottered and then walked about. Eventually we discovered the joy of crayons, creating marks with wax sticks of color at first on paper, and then if unsupervised, on walls and books and table tops. Crayons then got switched out with washable markers, and then we discovered blue fingers were pretty cool too. If we were fortunate enough to have a stable home, our early years stayed pretty magical right up until we entered school. It was then, that society hit us square in the face with the blunt end of the crayon. We lost our sparkle of wonder through assimilation and sameness. The feeling of possibility was crushed by preconceived expectations of curriculum and hard and fast rules; line up little citizens, work hard but not too hard, have ideas, but not too fresh of ideas, and of course, don’t fool around. Please remember, the government and corporations are depending on you to become compliant, dead-eyed, spending above your means, tax paying citizens.

Cynical much? Yes.

Is everyone is thriving in the robot factory? Rise and shine, eat, have a big poop, go to work, eat lunch, work, come home, eat, watch TV or play video games. Oh damn, we need to replenish our supplies, buy food and toilet paper, wince at the price. Once in a while we might mindlessly buy a product we saw advertised a hundred times on TV, such as a box of super duper band-aids in the shape of a power saw. Then, while we wait in line at the till, we notice some other hogwash item we don’t need and purchase that too… unless we have filthy hogs and an oozing cuts. But who am I kidding, no one procures hogwash anymore, we purchase mammal-lather, it’s far more inclusive. Those are the little items though, perhaps the most expensive and pointless purchase is the ego investment. You know, when we buy something just because our neighbour has one. It’s a plot. We need to keep up with the Joneses, because we understand the Joneses set the bar. (Shhh, don’t tell anyone, but I heard through the grape vine that the corporations install Joneses on every block— two when sales are slow. The banks love the Joneses too, especially when it’s steak night.) The Joneses spark up their barbecue and soon the scent of barbecued beef enraptures the entire neighbourhood. Suddenly credit limits are raised all around suburbia and barbecues ignite simultaneously on every deck in the neighbourhood. Credit approval is now required upon purchase of beef.

There are times though, that we rouse enough energy from our dead-eyed corpse-like bodies to indulge in exercise, socializing or artistic endeavours. Then for a short span of time we become momentarily free from our robotic life and we feel light and energetic, in tune with our bodies and our surroundings. We fervently promise ourselves we will do this lovely soul lifting activity again. And then our well meaning promise gets obliterated through our scrolling compulsion on social media, Tic-Tok, twitter, Facebook, and then out of the blue, Tinder dings and there is a robotic request for meaningless soul sucking sex. Empty soul deflating information continuously being downloaded into our psyche. Is it any surprise that, bam! Suddenly, we are back on autopilot in a lacklustre state, dull-eyed and sniffing the neighbour’s steak from afar.

Truth? We are our own worst enemies. We get bogged down with all the well-meaning shoulds, coulds and woulds in our lives. It’s a stalling energy. I should do that. I would do that. I could do that. The trouble is when we use those words they all come with a big fat BUTT on the end. Oops I mean BUT. So, why do we hesitate? What keeps us from achieving? Is it worry or fear? Or a lack of focus? It isn’t easy to yank yourself from the daily grind. We have been expertly manipulated into compliant, dead-eyed, tax paying citizens who seldom look up from their immediate needs. First off, we need to understand how we lost the wonder of our existence? If we can answer that inquest, we will have a starting point to making better choices working towards the accomplishments we desire. Questions are the answer. Are we actively choosing the things we do or are we just choosing them because it is the way we’ve always done it? Change begins with self-reflection.

I have an idea. Let’s all buy a box of crayons, a massive box containing all the colours we can imagine. Now, let’s draw. Draw badly, draw and scratch and scribble and draw some more. Then write. Write badly, just write and write and write. Let’s keep going until we find our childlike joy and remember who we were before we were crammed into the dead-eyed tax paying citizen role. Let’s learn new things and new ways of doing things and most importantly, let’s’ be kind to one another. On that note, Happy New Year to us all! Let’s make this a year of bright eyed living and actively create the life we desire.

Rooted into All

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Tiny vibrations of communication travelled through the soil and entered my roots. Instantly, I knew a human had entered our grove—a woman ripe with child and terror. The thrumming energy in her footsteps became more and more intense until finally, I felt her latch onto my stout gray trunk. She tucked herself into my wide girth in an attempt to become invisible. The energetic connections that permeated everything enabled me to discern her condition. She pressed her forehead against my protective bark, her breath warming that spot with hot and ragged air. With our energies combined, I sensed the child inside of her, a light drumming of restlessness and distress fueled by its mother’s frenzy. The tremors of panic that radiated out from the woman were so intense that I swayed with the force of her feelings, and my leaves rustled in the stillness of the day.

I hadn’t seen a human in a long while, never-mind one who was carrying a child. Humanity’s inner blindness, greed, and authoritarian focus on everything outside of themselves had nearly led to humanity’s extinction. The forests survived and thrived. Regrettably, the majority of humans viewed nature as dumb, emotionless, and completely disconnected from them. They saw the trees as useful plunder to be killed and harvested. Humans could not see the forest for the trees. Blind to the fundamental truth that a single tree single tree is interwoven into the existence of all things through the invisible energetic field.

Long ago the entire world, including humans existed within a web of harmonious contentment and love. Oddly, the fruit of a tree broke the human connection to the All. It had been an abnormally cold spring, and the apple blossoms froze; summer delivered scant apples but one. One magnificent, shining red apple. All the people desired that apple. Day by day, as it ripened on the tree, it was clear not everyone would have a taste of apple that year. The people turned away from the abundance they had within the vibrational realm and instead focused on external things. Fear took hold—a fear of missing out, suspicion, and distrust of their kin. Who would receive the apple and who would feel diminished? An empty feeling of scarcity along with a possessive desire grew and ripened in the heart of mankind. Arguments arose over who deserved to eat the bright red apple. They judged each other. Hostility escalated into fights and threats of worse violence. The root cause was fear, the one emotion that disconnects us from each other and the infinite love of the All.

Despite the apple’s innocence, those who consumed it in the darkness of the night experienced an unfamiliar sense of guilt. It was a sad time for the forest, for nature; we missed connecting with our human kin. Now the humans were vibrationally blind, their eyes the only source of sight. Such a shrunken sight. After the people lost connection to the All, their reason for being vanished and a great hole of emptiness ached to be filled. In an attempt to heal, they accumulated things hoping to fill the void. They stopped cooperating and worked against one another, each claiming something or someone to fill the hollowness within. Ah, if only they would have sat in the quietness of our crooning grove. They might have recalled the truth encoded in the vibration of love; a never-ending circle connects us, invisible yet felt.

Ugh, and now, the sticky black emotion of fear and hate that radiated from this woman created such a heaviness within my core. The emotion began to turn the edges of my leaves brown. I reached out vibrationally to my fellow trees for aid in supporting this woman and child with an energetic realignment to ease my burden. As a team, we sent them calming frequencies. Eventually, her breath slowed, and the hate dissipated within the comfort of our silent thrum. The fear remained. Hmph, what to do with this woman who is so bulky with child and full of untethered fright? I turned my attention to my own infected state and concentrated on Mother Earth’s silent yet pattering song. I soon regained my sturdy, energetic self and sent out a question through my roots and into the soil, “Are sources of aggression near?”

Right away, the pulsating biome and water in the dirt replied. “A group of men, heavy and bristling with a craving need.”

Trees seldom moved intentionally. It required a tremendous of energy to shift our dense physical forms without the push of a wind. Yet, this situation required just that. Again I called upon the energies of my forest community for an extra boost; with that surge of power, I was able to drop a thick, sturdy branch down to the woman.

She stumbled back and yelped. The soil and biome beneath her bare feet sent waves of encouragement and implanted an image of her accepting the extended branch and then hiding within the dense leaves in my upper realm. Then the forest chimed in, draping the woman in an energetic blanket of blissful love. The woman grabbed her belly as her baby responded to the bliss, issuing forth a bubbling flow of happy kicks.

The child openly interacted with the energetic field; with the forest. It had not yet been corrupted by its human pack. The woman closed her eyes and yielded to her child’s invisible interaction and then grabbed hold of my outstretched branch. She stepped forward and clutched onto me with a tight grip. With the aid of my kin, I hoisted the woman onto a thick, sturdy limb up into the sanctuary of deepest green. Gratitude trickled forth from the woman, and the child soon napped within the tranquil nest.

In no time at all, to a tree, an eruption of hostile vibration, stomped into the shadow of my form. The men brushed past me; thick, dark energies dampened my golden light of connection. The violence emanating from them was both desperate and loud. The force of it made even the tiniest of my branches tremble, and I felt the woman stiffen.

Being the curious tree that I am, I sought to understand why these men were so intent on this woman, their bodies filled with such anger and panic. I opened to their darkness. Hmmm, it was the child. Every season brought fewer and fewer babies to their tribe, and this year, only one remained in its mother’s womb. Their treasured woman and baby had escaped, and they were desperate to capture her again.

However, the men would not find any trace of the woman in this forest; the soil had shifted away, obscuring any traces of bare feet passing this way. The men raced on, blind to the magnificent energy field all around them. And then they were gone.

My community shivered with excitement; leaves fluttered like hopeful wishes in the air. Such an eventful day. Never has there been a day like this in our woodland. The woman cautiously touched the energy field with her newly found inner senses, and her child smiled. Perhaps this would be a new beginning. Maybe the humans could be taught the ways of a tree, the ways of the earth, the ways of the All. Maybe these two humans will remember beyond the temptation of an apple into something much more.

I see you

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September 2009 to March 2010-7

The expression, may you live in interesting times, seems to be the theme of 2020. According to Wikipedia the expression is an English translation of a traditional Chinese curse. While we might consider peaceful and predictable times uninteresting, they are also free from harmful events. Interesting times implies a degree of uncertainty, and at its worst danger. These days many of us find ourselves questioning our ability to hold our lives together while the ground beneath our feet feels unreliable. So, although I am not a religious person, I do follow a spiritual path and I often pray these days. I pray for an end to the uncertainty,  I pray  for a way to heal the division between peoples hearts and minds, and I pray for a way to make a difference. It is then, in the hollowest of moments, that I contemplate,  “But who am I, but one to make a difference?” And then I look out into the crowd of many, and I see you— your vacant eyes and slumped shoulders burdened by the weight of our worlds affairs. My eyes mirror the weariness in you and the chronic state of collapsed joy.

My point is, just in case you missed the enormous needle bearing down on you, is that it’s easy to be led astray by the events we are experiencing today which make us feel incapacitated and caught. I know I often find myself descending into an emotional pit,  which either delves into the darkness of anger where I soon find myself throwing F-bombs like Rambo throws grenades, or I fall into a frozen state of fear bracing for some sort of cataclysmic conclusion, only able to breath in the barest of whispers. In either situation, I am suddenly as powerless and as ineffectual as a streetlight with its bulb blown out. At times I feel less than one and yet I still wish to help.

It is then, in the darkness of my thoughts that I ask again, “Who am I but one to make a difference?” After waiting a few minutes, I admit to feeling slightly disappointed in the Universe,  a little alien zipping down from the sky to share its bit of knowledge would have been nice, or at least the half expected booming Godly voice with an explanation to my query. But no— silence was the answer. Not one to give up so easily, I make myself comfortable, by listening to inspirational binaural beats and meditating. Eventually an answer formed in my mind, “One of anything is a whole. It is not a fraction or a half hearted effort, one is a complete structure within itself. One has the capability of becoming more.” And although that answer felt satisfying to me, I searched further yet, and came across Britannica.com stating, ‘At the most basic of religious thoughts, the most perfect number was one, for by advancing from zero to one, men believed they proceeded from non-existence to existence. Moreover, all other whole numbers were regarded multiples of one, representative of the Creator.’ From that, a simple conclusion sprang into my mind, we are one of many, and at the same time simply one. Therefore, we all represent the ability to connect, to collaborate and to bring about the change we wish to see. One is the beginning, do what you can where you stand. Shine bright.

You Are So Powerful

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Hello, you can’t see my face, but if you did you would see that I am offering you the most caring and warm-hearted smile. It’s been a tough year. People are naturally more lonely when they are separated from loved ones. The separation causes a weakening of the spirit, which is why solitary confinement is used as a form of punishment in the prison system. But, I digress, the fact of the matter is, that people have lost their sense of power, and that is no laughing matter. When peoples independence is gone and others are making major decisions for them they eventually become more child-like, more receptive to taking orders without asking questions.

I am here to remind you today, that you are far more than a mindless teddy bear that can be dragged around this way or that, for you are a powerful person. Did you know that Quantum Physics has proven without a doubt that everything is made up of energy? It’s a fact. Everything we see, taste or touch is actually energy which is vibrating at different frequencies in complex series. The very ground we stand on only appears solid, but in fact, is not. And as Nikola Tesla, an acclaimed inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer and futurist, once said, “If you want to understand the Universe, think of energy, frequency, and vibration.” But, please, don’t take my word for it, or even Nikola Tesla’s,  do your own research and look into the discoveries of Quantum Physics. Put on a hat though, because it will blow your hair back!

As energetic beings, we have the capability of influencing each other through our emotions, because even our emotions are energetic frequencies. Did you know that quite often we unwittingly mirror the emotions of others? Think of the impatient driver who slams on his horn because you didn’t jet forward on the green light fast enough to get out of his way— your initial response to his blaring is probably hostile. But what if it wasn’t your own hostility you were feeling? What if it was the other drivers? Most of us interact with other people completely unaware that there is a much deeper level of energetic interaction happening during every exchange we have. Often it goes unnoticed because we are bogged down by our learned perceptions of the physical world. Many of us live our entire lives without understanding the incredible link between the physical and nonphysical aspects of ourselves, and yet, if we know what we are looking for there are many examples of energetic connection. For instance, have you ever thought of a friend you haven’t talked to in months and then out of the blue that same day they call? That is no coincidence. Consider the idea that your thoughts are simply energy transmitted the same way radio waves operate, you broadcast a thought to your friend and then they subconsciously receive your energetic message which inspires them to call. Amazing right?

The advantage to becoming aware that we are energy at our essence instead of simply physical creatures is that we can begin to affect our lives in an intentional way by focusing our thoughts (energetic frequencies). You can improve your relationships and career by concentrating on what you want to bring into your life instead of what you do not want. By intentionally bringing high vibrational emotions to the surface like joy, hope, awe, forgiveness, amusement and love, you will change the shape of your day and eventually your whole life. On the other hand, if you get caught up in the heavier lower frequency emotions such as sadness, loneliness, jealousy, self-criticism, anger and fear, you will soon find yourself drained and depressed.

Sadly, the biggest mistake we make these days is starting out our morning with a dismal dose of news, which uses alarming headlines and awful stories to jumpstart people into an early morning state of fear. It’s no wonder we have become a society paralyzed into a permanent state of apathy. We are terrified of our own shadows and when we live in fear we cannot love, cannot connect with others. But it’s not too late to recognize we are all part of something bigger than ourselves, that we exist within an invisible energy field all around us and everything on earth is linked within this system.  We need connection to function at an optimal level. It’s time to believe we are so much more than what we were taught and we do have the power to lift ourselves up and then aid in lifting others too.

So, turn off the news and bathe every morning in a bath of warmth and bright emotions. And whether you agree with anything I have rambled on about or not, I hope we can agree to keep our hearts lifted and not fall into despair. Change for the better simply requires us to place our attention on what we want instead of what we don’t want. May your inner light lead you into a brighter future.