http://lightworkers.org/blog/130184/hopi-prophecies
If you read this post it will lead you to the other articles....
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Power, Purity, & Pastoral Care
My Dear Reading, listening friends:
Happy Spring! Can you feel the shift in the air, in the gentle breezes, in the songs of the birds? I certainly did, especially over this past weekend. Springing forth in a sense on all levels of a newness of life, I feel the Power, the Purity & the pastoral call renewed within & all about me.
This article is about the Power available to ALL of us within our very body gloves, the human form we chose to inhabit now.
Cutting to the chase, the Message a messianic figure in the form of a human man gave us over a few centuries ago...that got him ridiculed, dragged through the streets, spat on, then murdered in the most gruesome & public of ways is that the Kingdom of Godd is within. He was simply, & unassumingly pointing within...the Light within that actually animates us.
All these poetic similes & metaphors are contained in a library of books bound together in the Bible. A lamp on hill, the flocking of folks...simple, pure, & actually filled with physics. Modern day physics.
Metaphysics. Change always being initiated within first in order to manifest change on the outside.
So that is the Power part. We ALL have it. That is what He came to say & to demonstrate. Period.
Our point of view matters. It is a physical, a metaphysical truth.
Reading the cutting edge work of scientists around the globe, the emerging truth, the deeper layers of truth, are that the Observer actually affects the observed. You may have found this to be true in your own experiences if you stop to ponder this for a moment.
Children & parents interact in this fashion all the time, with or without awareness. Spend even a few hours watching these interactions on a playground or a park & you can see this in action. Mommy! Watch me! Watch me now! And then the fabulous leap, the mastery of the jump, the cartwheel, the courage conjured to make a smooth swan dive from a high place.
The triumphs & tragedies of life in motion are so much more dynamic when someone is witnessing them. More growth producing. Less stagnant.
Likewise, emotions that are stirred in these interactions have their own magnetism. And this seems odd, but if you live long enough you also can be more acutely tuned & aware to these too, & how they have an actual electromagnetic field or charge about them. A Universal scale, not at all special but truly a Universal law for all; the lower vibrational emotions; that makes us feel: sad, depressed, fearful, they have a lower charge...literally & figuratively.
So many common expressions in folk talk/lore indicate this as well. Feeling "under the weather", gloomy, dark feelings often can coincide with actual weather conditions outside, have you ever noticed this?
Well let us look a little deeper at the lower vibrational range & see something which may help now.
I credit my counselor in the early days of recovery from major trauma to help me see this, once she pointed it out to me. I did have that "lightbulb" experience when she did. That "ah hah!" moment that teachers & counselors get their charge out of. The pure LOVE of the chosen work in the chosen field; let us look at the relationship between fear & anger for just a moment. Once you SEE the pattern, I hope you too can use the knowledge to shift into mastery where all is much more satisfying, speaking as one who has grappled with it. Trust me. practice makes perfect.
My dear counselor Claudia Zayfert exemplified this, She had exercises to help me FEEL my way through the truth of the matter; the matter being that some emotions are like a smog or fog. They occlude clarity, they soften light coming through windows.
Claudia helped me tame my rage.
Here is what she pointed out. Fear is not a place we LIKE to be. Engulfed by it. It is terrifying. It makes us feel without power of any kind & at the mercy of forces far more powerful than ourselves. In times since my meetings with her this was born out repeatedly as world events showed us in aftermaths of cataclysmic Earth changes; hurricanes, quakes, tsunamis. Terrifying forces of nature bearing down on small vulnerable bodies containing spirit...
Researchers discovered most of the deaths after the hurricanes that ravaged New Orleans died; not of the natural events themselves, but of the panic & fear that overwhelmed those spirits in bodies. Floods of cortisol & other biochemicals overwhelmed the Observer, the calm, rational state of the persons who floated up as corpses...it truly was FEAR that killed.
So, again a truth rings out, a world leader, said "we have nothing to fear but fear itself."
Not just a catchy political statement. A FACT. Born out by our ever increasing analytical technologies that brought us this metaphysical truth home again. And again & again.
Those police who panicked & drew guns too quickly, mistaking a move on the part of a prey & shot prematurely, shot from fear, ...& death, needless death arising again, & again & again....
Metaphysical truth.
Because here is the pearl she polished & held up to the light for me; the fastest way to get out of fearful states is to convert them into ANGER.
Now there is power! Anger motivates, anger is like gasoline, it can ignite so quickly.
Anger is the fuel the natural body NEEDS sometimes to catalyze us out of danger, an adrenaline rush, so quicksilver we hardly believe it has caught us upward & out of the situation we can not STAND for!
Yes, ANGER can liberate. And yes, anger needs to be handled with as much care as gasoline whether propane or liquid. This is the Pearl I shall forever cherish this dear sister for handing me, in the aftermath of surviving a near death experience in my own journey.
I pass it along to you dear ones as well. Anger needs an outlet. A safe one. When I asked her about how to discharge this safely & why she did not react when I spoke loudly & forcefully to her in our sessions she replied with this metaphor;
Anger does not lessen in intensity when it is mirrored back.
For me (she, the counselor) to react to you with anger will do neither of us any good. It is like throwing gas on a fire. It only flares up & is very unstable.
"So what do you do then?" I asked her. Her work was to help me revisit, over & over again the most fear-ridden aspects of my trauma experience to really zone in on the most fear provoking of them, & to desensitize to those moments by the sheer repetition of the hearing of my own voice telling about those peak fearful moments again & again until the emotional intensity of them reduced, by my own self-examination from near 100 percent down to near zero. We made tapes so I could listen to me & the telling of it, over & over again.
Getting to zero point. That was the key. This method worked at that point in time for me. So I offer it to you as a freebie. With an invitation to experiment with the method. There are others. But the process is a sure one...Noticing, observing with real honesty within your own safe place, whatever that may look like for you, is worth the risk of the experiment. It will do no harm, it may help you master the lower vibrational spectrum of emotions...which, incidently appear universally to correspond with colors too, ever notice that?
"Seeing red"...Notice, acknowledge...take a deep breath...& then, just maybe, you may feel better moving yourself, your own emotions into a higher vibration...from red, into orange, into yellow (power), into green, into teal, into blues, into purple...their is your rainbow of emotions to master...the Light within is your own...to turn up the heat or turn it down, just like the oil lamps of old...this is where the purity comes in. As we each turn the keys to our own lamps we co create a more Light-filled, peaceful, calm place wherever our lamps are still lit. Sitting still...sometime pecking away as a tiny newbirthing bird out of the shell of old, outmoded belief, tapes of childhood abuse, terrifying movie-like ,moments with huge forces seemingly without our own "windows" our own eyes to the outside world...
Being a pastoral sort, means being gentle. Gentle with ourselves first, by noticing these metaphysical movements within & then playing with the keys. A shepherd is gentle but highly Observant. Watches for predators at night to guard against wolves & foxes who would break past the shepherd's vigilance to steal the eggs, or grab the hens or bite the jugulars of the sheep. Sheep have a herd mentality. The Shepherd knows this.
Being like that Man of a couple thousand years ago is to BE the shepherd. Not write lectures about Him or long dissertations that satisfy the intellect alone. The Shepherd has the heart & head working in synergistic fashion together at all times. How about you?
May be seen also at AmericanChronicle.com:
Here is the link to the article...
http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/231808
Happy Spring! Can you feel the shift in the air, in the gentle breezes, in the songs of the birds? I certainly did, especially over this past weekend. Springing forth in a sense on all levels of a newness of life, I feel the Power, the Purity & the pastoral call renewed within & all about me.
This article is about the Power available to ALL of us within our very body gloves, the human form we chose to inhabit now.
Cutting to the chase, the Message a messianic figure in the form of a human man gave us over a few centuries ago...that got him ridiculed, dragged through the streets, spat on, then murdered in the most gruesome & public of ways is that the Kingdom of Godd is within. He was simply, & unassumingly pointing within...the Light within that actually animates us.
All these poetic similes & metaphors are contained in a library of books bound together in the Bible. A lamp on hill, the flocking of folks...simple, pure, & actually filled with physics. Modern day physics.
Metaphysics. Change always being initiated within first in order to manifest change on the outside.
So that is the Power part. We ALL have it. That is what He came to say & to demonstrate. Period.
Our point of view matters. It is a physical, a metaphysical truth.
Reading the cutting edge work of scientists around the globe, the emerging truth, the deeper layers of truth, are that the Observer actually affects the observed. You may have found this to be true in your own experiences if you stop to ponder this for a moment.
Children & parents interact in this fashion all the time, with or without awareness. Spend even a few hours watching these interactions on a playground or a park & you can see this in action. Mommy! Watch me! Watch me now! And then the fabulous leap, the mastery of the jump, the cartwheel, the courage conjured to make a smooth swan dive from a high place.
The triumphs & tragedies of life in motion are so much more dynamic when someone is witnessing them. More growth producing. Less stagnant.
Likewise, emotions that are stirred in these interactions have their own magnetism. And this seems odd, but if you live long enough you also can be more acutely tuned & aware to these too, & how they have an actual electromagnetic field or charge about them. A Universal scale, not at all special but truly a Universal law for all; the lower vibrational emotions; that makes us feel: sad, depressed, fearful, they have a lower charge...literally & figuratively.
So many common expressions in folk talk/lore indicate this as well. Feeling "under the weather", gloomy, dark feelings often can coincide with actual weather conditions outside, have you ever noticed this?
Well let us look a little deeper at the lower vibrational range & see something which may help now.
I credit my counselor in the early days of recovery from major trauma to help me see this, once she pointed it out to me. I did have that "lightbulb" experience when she did. That "ah hah!" moment that teachers & counselors get their charge out of. The pure LOVE of the chosen work in the chosen field; let us look at the relationship between fear & anger for just a moment. Once you SEE the pattern, I hope you too can use the knowledge to shift into mastery where all is much more satisfying, speaking as one who has grappled with it. Trust me. practice makes perfect.
My dear counselor Claudia Zayfert exemplified this, She had exercises to help me FEEL my way through the truth of the matter; the matter being that some emotions are like a smog or fog. They occlude clarity, they soften light coming through windows.
Claudia helped me tame my rage.
Here is what she pointed out. Fear is not a place we LIKE to be. Engulfed by it. It is terrifying. It makes us feel without power of any kind & at the mercy of forces far more powerful than ourselves. In times since my meetings with her this was born out repeatedly as world events showed us in aftermaths of cataclysmic Earth changes; hurricanes, quakes, tsunamis. Terrifying forces of nature bearing down on small vulnerable bodies containing spirit...
Researchers discovered most of the deaths after the hurricanes that ravaged New Orleans died; not of the natural events themselves, but of the panic & fear that overwhelmed those spirits in bodies. Floods of cortisol & other biochemicals overwhelmed the Observer, the calm, rational state of the persons who floated up as corpses...it truly was FEAR that killed.
So, again a truth rings out, a world leader, said "we have nothing to fear but fear itself."
Not just a catchy political statement. A FACT. Born out by our ever increasing analytical technologies that brought us this metaphysical truth home again. And again & again.
Those police who panicked & drew guns too quickly, mistaking a move on the part of a prey & shot prematurely, shot from fear, ...& death, needless death arising again, & again & again....
Metaphysical truth.
Because here is the pearl she polished & held up to the light for me; the fastest way to get out of fearful states is to convert them into ANGER.
Now there is power! Anger motivates, anger is like gasoline, it can ignite so quickly.
Anger is the fuel the natural body NEEDS sometimes to catalyze us out of danger, an adrenaline rush, so quicksilver we hardly believe it has caught us upward & out of the situation we can not STAND for!
Yes, ANGER can liberate. And yes, anger needs to be handled with as much care as gasoline whether propane or liquid. This is the Pearl I shall forever cherish this dear sister for handing me, in the aftermath of surviving a near death experience in my own journey.
I pass it along to you dear ones as well. Anger needs an outlet. A safe one. When I asked her about how to discharge this safely & why she did not react when I spoke loudly & forcefully to her in our sessions she replied with this metaphor;
Anger does not lessen in intensity when it is mirrored back.
For me (she, the counselor) to react to you with anger will do neither of us any good. It is like throwing gas on a fire. It only flares up & is very unstable.
"So what do you do then?" I asked her. Her work was to help me revisit, over & over again the most fear-ridden aspects of my trauma experience to really zone in on the most fear provoking of them, & to desensitize to those moments by the sheer repetition of the hearing of my own voice telling about those peak fearful moments again & again until the emotional intensity of them reduced, by my own self-examination from near 100 percent down to near zero. We made tapes so I could listen to me & the telling of it, over & over again.
Getting to zero point. That was the key. This method worked at that point in time for me. So I offer it to you as a freebie. With an invitation to experiment with the method. There are others. But the process is a sure one...Noticing, observing with real honesty within your own safe place, whatever that may look like for you, is worth the risk of the experiment. It will do no harm, it may help you master the lower vibrational spectrum of emotions...which, incidently appear universally to correspond with colors too, ever notice that?
"Seeing red"...Notice, acknowledge...take a deep breath...& then, just maybe, you may feel better moving yourself, your own emotions into a higher vibration...from red, into orange, into yellow (power), into green, into teal, into blues, into purple...their is your rainbow of emotions to master...the Light within is your own...to turn up the heat or turn it down, just like the oil lamps of old...this is where the purity comes in. As we each turn the keys to our own lamps we co create a more Light-filled, peaceful, calm place wherever our lamps are still lit. Sitting still...sometime pecking away as a tiny newbirthing bird out of the shell of old, outmoded belief, tapes of childhood abuse, terrifying movie-like ,moments with huge forces seemingly without our own "windows" our own eyes to the outside world...
Being a pastoral sort, means being gentle. Gentle with ourselves first, by noticing these metaphysical movements within & then playing with the keys. A shepherd is gentle but highly Observant. Watches for predators at night to guard against wolves & foxes who would break past the shepherd's vigilance to steal the eggs, or grab the hens or bite the jugulars of the sheep. Sheep have a herd mentality. The Shepherd knows this.
Being like that Man of a couple thousand years ago is to BE the shepherd. Not write lectures about Him or long dissertations that satisfy the intellect alone. The Shepherd has the heart & head working in synergistic fashion together at all times. How about you?
May be seen also at AmericanChronicle.com:
Here is the link to the article...
http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/231808
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Visualization to Heal the Planet
Dear Brave Soul Friends Everywhere:
My, my but what a group of talents we have here collected in so very a short time!
I myself AM what I AM. I do not "channel" per se, however for YEARS I have accessed Community Access T.V. within the U.S. when necessary to nudge a community issue forward & to take a public stand on nonpartisan issues that affect us all; within mainly my calling as a nurse & healer on the planet.
I urge you to do so also. Use a Search engine in your region of the globe & get more of your videos out into the mainstream now.
With the growth of a bunch of garbage channels, there remains this FREE access to our communities to use in blessed intent for the highest good of ALL, & so here is a template for how I have approached this new way of diffusing Light amongst us everywhere cable channels have been installed:
What I do is use my Drafts section of a Google account which I bought from Google for the small price of 10.00 us per year to maintain.
(If anyone here would like a FREE webineda.com email address just ask me! I will gladly send you one.)
Address your request to helpdesk@webineda.com
Anyhow I keep my generic letter as a draft:
"I am an independent video producer, making videos mainly now for publication on YouTube. These formats are, I would think, compatible with your formatting of local cable or community access television.
Please have a look. I wrote all the material & made the production myself. I own the copyrights. Could you use them in your rotation? I am very interested in working them into the night time formats especially of what you broad cast.
Many thanks in advance for taking time to look them over!
Blessings, Monica King
The first is a wedding song:
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/a/u/2/rRgHEfu_RGs
The second is for relaxing at home...
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/a/u/1/2pylP2R3Sys
The third is called the Daughter of Captains & Kings:
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/a/u/0/PGt1UtEogmE
I also have a night time meditation I formatted in a video format as well, & I have had some really great feedback on these...perhaps they too could be used for night time hours...?
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/u/6/jKWkL97rlMw
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/u/5/AEAKLug-XSQ
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/u/4/TK_TbmS7cOQ
ALL are intended to help people deal with issues that often arise as we lay restlessly trying to fall asleep.
Please let me know if these can be used in your Night time rotations...
Blessings, Monica King
--
Join us in healing the Gulf;
Google:
INEDA Healing Places on the Web
Sending you Love & Light, Monica King"
(It stays there in the account labeled generic letter so I know what it is at a glance. Then I copy it into a new Compose frame, paste it...& then in same fashion, I keep email addresses already formatted for particular groups also in the Drafts section...eg. California community access tv addresses...)
Maybe this is just the way my brain organizes in the female fashion but it works for me.
ANYHOW, I have been persistently using a Visualization a few times a day now that has come to me in the wake of the Japan crises, & I INVITE you who are so talented in video productions to maybe make a video to make it real for everyone else...
This is what I do:
I envision the Earth spinning on her axis as she is, tilted in the multiverse, amongst the planets & stars as I know them to be configured now, & I see the planet from a great distance in my mind's eye, as I do this I envision two pyramids of a crystalline nature OVER & SURROUNDING our precious mama planet, encapsulated shall we say....
There is one at the top of the pole, the northern part of the equator, & one at the bottom. Fitting over the half like a lamp shade so to speak...
They are HUGE: way larger than Earth & the one at the top is slowly but surely rotating counterclockwise, while the one on the bottom is moving clockwise, with a core of LIGHT shooting through the Earth herself from north to south poles. This core is mainly deep violet, but is shot through with platinum, golden & other lights colors in its core....
The pyramids are large enough to encompas ALL of our fixed orbit satellites for telecommunications, along with the orbital satellites that orbit the earth & periodically download info as their pathways cross computer receivers at any given spot on the planet.
Think of it as a LARGE, large sanctuary space that has been set-up to hold the WHOLE of our advanced civilization, both airborn & on the ground & within the core.
I limit the amount of time I spend listening to news & use a simple radio at home where my meditative sanctuary is...I connect to the WHOLE of the crystallized gyrating rotating pyramids with a deep purple flame of Light that moves through my crown chakra into my feet, & down into my core crystal within the Earth's center in the Cave of Creation where we all have a Record keeping crystal just for us. Each one of us.
This sets of a Light circuit that I can, with my mind's eye again, manipulate & modulate at will. As I hear of struggles in Japan I send out bubbles of purple to contain the nuclear reactors still being attended & a larger bubble for all of Japan.
I send a flood of purple, like the inky purple octopi shoot out, is how I see it, to Bahrain, to Libya, to Tunisia, Cairo, all the places conflict has heated up, & spots where military confrontations are most likely to occur.
To do so , moves me out of my smaller ego-based natural mind into my Higher Mind or Higher Powered Spirit-filled Etheric Mind, & all is so much better...I FEEL calmer in the maintaining of such a vigil when I am actually at a distance from those on the front lines of addressing the catastrophes.
It would be so lovely if one of you graphic designer video artists could render this as a moving video for others to see & link into spiritually.
In the meantime, see if you can exercise your own power of imagination to join in the visualization.
Peace. momking aka Monica King, aka Medicine Woman Who Flies Far
Here is where I crotchet my stuff online...
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/ineda/links.html
My, my but what a group of talents we have here collected in so very a short time!
I myself AM what I AM. I do not "channel" per se, however for YEARS I have accessed Community Access T.V. within the U.S. when necessary to nudge a community issue forward & to take a public stand on nonpartisan issues that affect us all; within mainly my calling as a nurse & healer on the planet.
I urge you to do so also. Use a Search engine in your region of the globe & get more of your videos out into the mainstream now.
With the growth of a bunch of garbage channels, there remains this FREE access to our communities to use in blessed intent for the highest good of ALL, & so here is a template for how I have approached this new way of diffusing Light amongst us everywhere cable channels have been installed:
What I do is use my Drafts section of a Google account which I bought from Google for the small price of 10.00 us per year to maintain.
(If anyone here would like a FREE webineda.com email address just ask me! I will gladly send you one.)
Address your request to helpdesk@webineda.com
Anyhow I keep my generic letter as a draft:
"I am an independent video producer, making videos mainly now for publication on YouTube. These formats are, I would think, compatible with your formatting of local cable or community access television.
Please have a look. I wrote all the material & made the production myself. I own the copyrights. Could you use them in your rotation? I am very interested in working them into the night time formats especially of what you broad cast.
Many thanks in advance for taking time to look them over!
Blessings, Monica King
The first is a wedding song:
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/a/u/2/rRgHEfu_RGs
The second is for relaxing at home...
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/a/u/1/2pylP2R3Sys
The third is called the Daughter of Captains & Kings:
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/a/u/0/PGt1UtEogmE
I also have a night time meditation I formatted in a video format as well, & I have had some really great feedback on these...perhaps they too could be used for night time hours...?
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/u/6/jKWkL97rlMw
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/u/5/AEAKLug-XSQ
http://www.youtube.com/user/1momking#p/u/4/TK_TbmS7cOQ
ALL are intended to help people deal with issues that often arise as we lay restlessly trying to fall asleep.
Please let me know if these can be used in your Night time rotations...
Blessings, Monica King
--
Join us in healing the Gulf;
Google:
INEDA Healing Places on the Web
Sending you Love & Light, Monica King"
(It stays there in the account labeled generic letter so I know what it is at a glance. Then I copy it into a new Compose frame, paste it...& then in same fashion, I keep email addresses already formatted for particular groups also in the Drafts section...eg. California community access tv addresses...)
Maybe this is just the way my brain organizes in the female fashion but it works for me.
ANYHOW, I have been persistently using a Visualization a few times a day now that has come to me in the wake of the Japan crises, & I INVITE you who are so talented in video productions to maybe make a video to make it real for everyone else...
This is what I do:
I envision the Earth spinning on her axis as she is, tilted in the multiverse, amongst the planets & stars as I know them to be configured now, & I see the planet from a great distance in my mind's eye, as I do this I envision two pyramids of a crystalline nature OVER & SURROUNDING our precious mama planet, encapsulated shall we say....
There is one at the top of the pole, the northern part of the equator, & one at the bottom. Fitting over the half like a lamp shade so to speak...
They are HUGE: way larger than Earth & the one at the top is slowly but surely rotating counterclockwise, while the one on the bottom is moving clockwise, with a core of LIGHT shooting through the Earth herself from north to south poles. This core is mainly deep violet, but is shot through with platinum, golden & other lights colors in its core....
The pyramids are large enough to encompas ALL of our fixed orbit satellites for telecommunications, along with the orbital satellites that orbit the earth & periodically download info as their pathways cross computer receivers at any given spot on the planet.
Think of it as a LARGE, large sanctuary space that has been set-up to hold the WHOLE of our advanced civilization, both airborn & on the ground & within the core.
I limit the amount of time I spend listening to news & use a simple radio at home where my meditative sanctuary is...I connect to the WHOLE of the crystallized gyrating rotating pyramids with a deep purple flame of Light that moves through my crown chakra into my feet, & down into my core crystal within the Earth's center in the Cave of Creation where we all have a Record keeping crystal just for us. Each one of us.
This sets of a Light circuit that I can, with my mind's eye again, manipulate & modulate at will. As I hear of struggles in Japan I send out bubbles of purple to contain the nuclear reactors still being attended & a larger bubble for all of Japan.
I send a flood of purple, like the inky purple octopi shoot out, is how I see it, to Bahrain, to Libya, to Tunisia, Cairo, all the places conflict has heated up, & spots where military confrontations are most likely to occur.
To do so , moves me out of my smaller ego-based natural mind into my Higher Mind or Higher Powered Spirit-filled Etheric Mind, & all is so much better...I FEEL calmer in the maintaining of such a vigil when I am actually at a distance from those on the front lines of addressing the catastrophes.
It would be so lovely if one of you graphic designer video artists could render this as a moving video for others to see & link into spiritually.
In the meantime, see if you can exercise your own power of imagination to join in the visualization.
Peace. momking aka Monica King, aka Medicine Woman Who Flies Far
Here is where I crotchet my stuff online...
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/ineda/links.html
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
New Music
This is actually a new version of some old original tunes I have carried with me for many a moon now...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRgHEfu_RGs&feature=player_embedded
If you can not get it this way, go to YouTube & look up 1momking
You Give Me Joy is the tune on this post but there are three new ones on there now.
Blessings, Monica
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRgHEfu_RGs&feature=player_embedded
If you can not get it this way, go to YouTube & look up 1momking
You Give Me Joy is the tune on this post but there are three new ones on there now.
Blessings, Monica
Monday, March 21, 2011
Transparency in Government for Lent 2011
My latest at AmericanChronicle.com:
http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/225471
http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/225471
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Ceremony
Monday, March 14, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Medicine Woman Who Flies Far
Here is the most recent article at AmericanChronicle.com.
It is my joy & happiness to present another portal to these writings... December 04, 2010 This morning I am revealing a little more of what I have learned in over 20 years of friendship with a Sister & dearly beloved of mine, Karen; married to one man her whole fruitful life- to an honorable man & friend of mine, Emanuel. I am their adopted friend, & have lived, moved, & been with them since 1988 when we first met in church in Enfield, NH. Karen & I are as close to each other as a handful of other Sister/friends I have known since I was 5 years old: two Sara(h)s, Peggy, Mandy, Meg, Suzanne & Toby, Ginny. I have made many other women friends, & met thousands of others, but the rare jewel of deeply held comeradery for the past quarter century: the crown jewel is Karen. And through this shared journey we have been guided together through her Grandmother; to "get on the same page" now, so here we are. I am the Woman Who Runs With Wolves. This is the beginning of a series of stories. Sacred stories shared with Earthwalkers from all tribes, as this is the greater Mission of Love the Great Spirit & Ma-oon-a, Earthmaker or Creator, with the Spirit of the Great White Buffalo unfolded for us in Lebanon, New Hampshire, U.S.A. as we lived together while I matriculated into the Dartmouth M.A.L.S. program in 1990. This is the first lesson: Karen is a royal & Sovereign Matriarch & now Great Grandmother, holding the esteemed & powerful Elder position within an ancient order of the tribe of the Great Plains Native Americans; the Winnebagos, sitting in the powerful Medicine Lodge, with the Wolf being the Sun clan's totem. Karen Sun is a matriarch & a queen. Together we have shared & interpreted visions & dreams concerning our Sacred Soul group & associated Companions, & Grandmother Sun has taught us the most important aspects of our divinely destined journeys together. Karen has incredible spiritual gifts inherited through her royal blood lines & her entire Earthwalk has been a series of increasingly challenging initiations in learning both the art & science of healing & divination, as befits her Elder, reigning Medicine Woman shamaness status today. She has, with great humor, care, & wisdom, initiated me as well. She is a Sovereign head of State, Territory, & time in the heart of Turtle Island. Medicine, by Indian way of thinking, means more than it does to us white folk in America. Medicine can either be good or bad, & illness brought on by germs, environment, poor nutrition, accidents, terrific traumas, & spiritual entities. As a tribal Elder, it is a matter of sacred duty & Honor to put the welfare of her People first & foremost, & to live a brave & honest & prayerful life as an example to her 3 sons, their mates, children, & children's children on to the 7th generation. Every resource gathered from Mother Earth is to be hunted, gathered, & used in gratitude to the myriad spirits: divas, elementals, Above Beings, & Ma-oon-a Herself with love & gratitude & no waste. When illness, accident, or attack occurs, there are rituals & prayers to be said to call forth protection & guidance. So today this is what I am doing; as I have been guided: Ma-oon-a, Creator, Great Spirit; I call to you- hear me! I ask for the protection & guidance of the Great White Buffalo Spirit. I bow to the sacred 4 directions: the North, the West, the South, the East. I bow to the Above & to the Below. I walk in Beauty. Hey Ya! I have seen & discovered evil spirits; witches, wizards, sorcerers who have hidden themselves within every branch of Turtle Island's Federal, State, & Local/village governments feeding off our our Sovereign Peoples' good & honest labors like vampires in the night. Our People suffer, as they perform their labors faithfully, & because they, the black hearts, continue to run & hide; in electronic pathways arching into the heavens & back to Earth again it is necessary to call upon the totems of our People that are the Guardians of the Skies; the Thunderbirds, the Cloud People, the Eagles, Vultures, all winged predators to hunt these black-hearted or double hearted, forked-tongued two leggeds down. Give us a successful hunt I pray! I call upon the four leggeds; the Wolf, the Panther, the Lynx, the Cougar, the Leopard; all the wild cat night stalkers: catch the evil two leggeds in their caves, dwellings, buildings, where they seek to hide their evil deeds & corrupt practices. Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya ho! From the rising of Sunfather in the East, to the rosy caress of His setting over the sunset Ocean, hunt them! From the rising of Moonmother to her setting, stalk them. And may these Great, Sovereign Spirits of the Hunt watch over, guide, & protect ALL of your worthy two legged men & women employed Lawfully in local, State Police & Detective forces, the FBI, & Interpol. I have spoken. And it is so. Blessed Be. Medicine Woman Who Flies Far. It is finished in beauty. It is finished in beauty. In the house of morning light, on the trail of morning light, it is finished in beauty! Join us in the healing effort: Google: INEDA Healing Places on the Web
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Escape to Malibu: serial modern day parable...Part 1
Author's Note: This story is one I wrote nearly twenty years ago now. It apparently was simply exploring territory that few had expressed anywhere before at that time. Now notable writers including Lynn Andrews, Shirley MacLean, & a host of New Age writers have made the unmapped, unarticulated world of Spirit & therefore metaphysics more accessible to us all. I stand in humility & with great gratitude today to say THANK YOU to all those whose work laid the foundation for understanding these areas. These courageous Shining Ones have served as my hope, solace & comfort through the dark, murky waters of lower vibrational thought forms. They continually reached out, touched, & saved me, & now have helped me realize all of who I am & can be.
I dedicate this parable to Diana, Princess of Wales & her beloved sons, William & Harry.
Part 1
My name is Charity & this is the tale of my early maternity. I was born in an academic town in the beautiful verdant State of Vermont on Inauguration Day, January 20, 1950 something. I always knew, as the knowledge whispered in my blood, that I was born of royal lineage, that I am indeed a princess. But living in the United States, a supposed democracy made that knowledge incongruent somehow. For how is an American princess to conduct herself in the context of democracy? My story will unfold & you shall know how I struggled with the dilemma.
I am now thirty-three as I lay pen to paper, & am compelled to set down this story in the heat of summer as the constant, soothing sound of waves crashing on the Malibu shore accompany my thoughts. As befits a princess, I now reside in Malibu colony among the more stellar & creative members of the entertainment capital of the world.
My lodging is modest but most pleasingly simple & rustic to the eye. I shun the elaborate life-style of the Bel Air citizen in favor of a more Thoreauian existence. My greatest joy is found in the life of the creative intellect & body.
I am, in fact, a musician, song-writer, poet, performing artist, & skater. I have determined, in my coming of age, to rule my land through artistic media solely, to make my thought & wishes known through song & play & choreographed, free-style skating.
I have determined through years of education & worldly experience that I may most effectively lead others to awareness, artistic sensitivity & cultural advance by living an exemplary life rather than talking about it. I am also solidly rooted in the knowledge that I was born into this world during this meridian of time because I volunteered to do so in order to accomplish a great mission; to be a princess of peace.
As I write today the world is a war-torn, divided earth. Extreme disparities exist even in my own land between rich & poor economically, green, lush land versus arid, parched draught areas in the middle of the continent. Educational access & levels are also uneven & the level of competence in high school graduating classes is plummeting. Many of our youth graduate semi-literate & even at the University freshmen are taking remedial English classes.
Families are being torn by many disparate forces including the economic need for both parents to work leaving children alone & untended at earlier & earlier ages, getting steady diets of junk food & junk T.V. At younger & younger ages they are drawn into drug-addicted existence which alienates them from often drug-addicted or alcohol-addicted parents & so the cycle of deterioration goes.
All of this is fueled by a "democracy" which is overrun by millionaires representing less than 1% of the total population & who have taken over the seats of power in Congress, Senate, & Justice Departments, & of course, the White House.
They "represent" the 99% of the people who labor upwards of 80 hours a week to "get ahead" while being raped by the government of up to 48% of their taxable income. So in fact this "democracy" we live in has been superseded by a feudalistic aristocracy who have the halls & seats of power. Once there they have no difficulty or resistance within their ranks of voting in more tax-free pay raises every year as they all dip their hands with glee into the vast coffers of the U.S. Treasury.
This is the backdrop, politically, of my tale. A most discouraging one for a princess raised & inspired by the stories of Abraham Lincoln & Susan B. Anthony, Louisa May Alcott, & Thoreau.
Here is the direct page to the series...
http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/19341
I dedicate this parable to Diana, Princess of Wales & her beloved sons, William & Harry.
Part 1
My name is Charity & this is the tale of my early maternity. I was born in an academic town in the beautiful verdant State of Vermont on Inauguration Day, January 20, 1950 something. I always knew, as the knowledge whispered in my blood, that I was born of royal lineage, that I am indeed a princess. But living in the United States, a supposed democracy made that knowledge incongruent somehow. For how is an American princess to conduct herself in the context of democracy? My story will unfold & you shall know how I struggled with the dilemma.
I am now thirty-three as I lay pen to paper, & am compelled to set down this story in the heat of summer as the constant, soothing sound of waves crashing on the Malibu shore accompany my thoughts. As befits a princess, I now reside in Malibu colony among the more stellar & creative members of the entertainment capital of the world.
My lodging is modest but most pleasingly simple & rustic to the eye. I shun the elaborate life-style of the Bel Air citizen in favor of a more Thoreauian existence. My greatest joy is found in the life of the creative intellect & body.
I am, in fact, a musician, song-writer, poet, performing artist, & skater. I have determined, in my coming of age, to rule my land through artistic media solely, to make my thought & wishes known through song & play & choreographed, free-style skating.
I have determined through years of education & worldly experience that I may most effectively lead others to awareness, artistic sensitivity & cultural advance by living an exemplary life rather than talking about it. I am also solidly rooted in the knowledge that I was born into this world during this meridian of time because I volunteered to do so in order to accomplish a great mission; to be a princess of peace.
As I write today the world is a war-torn, divided earth. Extreme disparities exist even in my own land between rich & poor economically, green, lush land versus arid, parched draught areas in the middle of the continent. Educational access & levels are also uneven & the level of competence in high school graduating classes is plummeting. Many of our youth graduate semi-literate & even at the University freshmen are taking remedial English classes.
Families are being torn by many disparate forces including the economic need for both parents to work leaving children alone & untended at earlier & earlier ages, getting steady diets of junk food & junk T.V. At younger & younger ages they are drawn into drug-addicted existence which alienates them from often drug-addicted or alcohol-addicted parents & so the cycle of deterioration goes.
All of this is fueled by a "democracy" which is overrun by millionaires representing less than 1% of the total population & who have taken over the seats of power in Congress, Senate, & Justice Departments, & of course, the White House.
They "represent" the 99% of the people who labor upwards of 80 hours a week to "get ahead" while being raped by the government of up to 48% of their taxable income. So in fact this "democracy" we live in has been superseded by a feudalistic aristocracy who have the halls & seats of power. Once there they have no difficulty or resistance within their ranks of voting in more tax-free pay raises every year as they all dip their hands with glee into the vast coffers of the U.S. Treasury.
This is the backdrop, politically, of my tale. A most discouraging one for a princess raised & inspired by the stories of Abraham Lincoln & Susan B. Anthony, Louisa May Alcott, & Thoreau.
Here is the direct page to the series...
http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/19341
The Second Shot Heard Around the World- Part 1
At the end of the month it will have been exactly two years ago I heard, as clear as a bell in my mind, as I was gaining speed, walking, then striding, then running out of the place we had named Fools' Paradise,
?This will be the second shot heard around the world?.
Survival is only the first step.
It is only the first phase of a recovery process one goes through to pass from death to life again.
It is the thing you do. When you decide to fight for life.
It is the natural outcome the instinctive intelligence, the primal force a woman discovers when cornered, trapped & lured by an intimate betrayer, a spouse, who has taken the marital vow "until death do us part" literally.
When the sense of entitlement that goes with that vow hearkens back to old testament times. A man "takes a woman" to be his lawful wedded wife.
And from that moment on, believes that this means she is his property. He is the exclusive owner of his property. To be owned, to be manipulated into doing whatever he pleases, like an "I Dream of Jeanie" genie, who comes at his bidding & does magically whatever he wants her to.
This story is a victory story. It is at last, the gift I give myself & all other women & men who cherish life, to commemorate the titanic struggle I underwent on a quiet, wilderness tract of land my husband & I had named, ironically several years ago "Angels' Landing".
While the drama on the California coast was unfolding surrounding the disappearance of Lacey Peterson, 3000 miles away in New England another insidious tale was uncurling itself around my own feet. A power struggle was building a head. A titanic struggle, a clash of wills was about to reach an apex in New Hampshire.
It was the spring of 2003. Another year?s cycle had brought Daniel & I through a season of sadness & grief. The year before we had lost an adult daughter. His first born by a previous marriage. On the heels of two previous deaths that year, it devastated him. So much so, that caring for him, ministering to him, became my full time job. He had lost his brother suddenly to a heart attack. They had not been terribly close, but as is often the case, Daniel had believed there was still more time for that relationship to grow warm again. The mother of this cherished daughter, this vibrant, fiery, little Italian woman who sold security systems all over the central Florida region also had passed away in the winter of that year. First the mother of his two adult children. Then his brother. But the final stroke, the devastating blow that threw his world spinning out of orbit, was the horrible news we were called to hear from a detective in that Florida county. We were enjoying the retreat & quiet of our cherished Angels? Landing, working as we had been in our spare moments at clearing it & envisioning where we would build a main lodge for our retreat center, when the closest neighbor to the wilderness clearing where we had situated our first camp, ?Fools? Paradise?, came hurrying down the path to get us. A detective from Orlando is on the phone. Needing to talk to Daniel.
Marilyn had been discovered lifeless in her home.
Previous to this fateful chapter in our marriage, nearly a year before, I had been employed at the local community hospital working in geropsyche. I am a nurse. I worked the evening & night shift in a small locked unit, receiving the most difficult & perplexing of patients who were aging & behaviorally had trouble living with others; in homes or extended care institutions, they were not people others could live with. So they were delivered to us.
As a team, we worked with combinations of therapies & medications to assist the transition back out again. Sometimes extremely tough, exhausting work, sapping every ounce of reserve we might have to keep all of us safe & intact. Yet rewarding too, as the amazing creativity of the group who dedicated themselves to this area of healing often gave new inspiration & a sense of gratitude for the blessings we enjoyed in our freedom & sanity when we were able to walk out, knowing the combination to press on the numeric pad that released the lock on the door at the end of the night, as dawn broke into the rooms, spilling rosy light in, & bringing more help, smiling, courageous day staff who would take over the watch of our precious charges.
When I reported three times a week to stay with my flock from 7pm until 7am, Marilyn & Daniel would keep the phones sizzling with conversation. That?s Italian!
But on the fateful day just short of her 33rd birthday, Marilyn gave up. The shining spark plug attempted to drive herself into heaven in the seat of a car that had been the bane of her existence the month before, the car that was the vital link to her success as an independent broker of security systems. The weather had turned foul too. Sales were down, & she was floundering. Too proud to come home for a time, to regroup, in over her head financially.
Rejecting the counsel to seek a group, a counselor, the helps we offered she rejected. She did it her way instead. She carefully selected music, & holding a picture of herself & her brother sitting on her mother?s lap, she sat in her lemon of a car in a closed garage & left the engine running. Listening to Christian rock music. She had struggled all of her life with asthma, with having a body with no spleen. The feminist fire was not enough to sustain her longer. She was going home.
Our lives plunged into the surreal nightmare that ensued after that call. Daniel had thrown himself on the living room floor, writhing in agony, deep sobs, anguish as he absorbed the news.
From that point on we were never the same.
I walked through those days with the imperative to hold it all together. To navigate 900 miles of investigating all of her friends & haunts, of identifying her body in the morgue, of seeing the pictures of her as she was found. Poignantly, it was apparent that she had at the last moment, changed her mind. The car door was opened, she had thrown one leg out. But it was too late. She had died from not having enough viable air to breath.
All of this happened just one month short of being at my post in geropsych a year. So I lost that post, without the protection of the Family Medical Leave Act that would have, by law, compelled my employer to hold my position until I could return to work.
I became Daniel?s everything; nurse, social worker, wife, friend, driver, travel agent. Coordinated the trip down for the final rites & rounds, packing a household of furniture & belongings into a U-Haul to make the long journey home. The heavy-hearted arrangements, the negotiation that no parent ever wants to go through.
My husband too distraught to drive, I drove the 17 foot truck, dealing with a tire blow-out at the perimeter of the Orlando area at 65 miles per hour, & later,just 45 minutes from home, the assault of a drunk driver who hit us broadside at dawn as we were just over the border at last in New Hampshire. We returned with her belongings, & received her ashes via the postal service. We organized a memorial for her at home in our little town too.
I negotiated with insurance companies, with local emergency assistance workers in the town welfare department. We found a grief counselor to work with who was not affiliated with the professionals I worked with at the hospital. We went to a group once or twice of other survivors of traumatic & unexpected death of loved ones.
He needed sinus surgery, procedures to check his own heart & other vital systems. He was a full time patient. I was a full time wife & nurse. At home which was a farm house we had been renovating together. Tending a small flock of farm animals we had in town, while working on Angels? Landing where we eventually hoped to build a larger homestead model of self-sufficiency, several miles down the road, up a hill, far away from the small area we lived in of the town proper, the center of a town which boasted nothing more than a local pizza joint, a Cumby?s, and a few local businesses. Not even a bank or a grocery store. We commuted to the next town over for that.
This was how my life shifted for the year before the spring of 2003.
My spouse changed too. Over the course of our 7 years together a power struggle had been an undercurrent. There was love but it bordered at times on obsession & possessiveness. We shared a common passion for a lay ministry, a missionary calling we both responded to; to serve.
People ?got used to seeing us both together? as the James Taylor song goes, all over the southern seacoast of New Hampshire & Maine, where we visited churches & delivered practical help in the form of household items, food, & necessary health care to those without insurance. We looked after the elderly & the newly separated. We each had our own talents which we combined together to help; he could build handicapped access ramps, I could play piano at a small church gathering, he labored over cars & trucks, I negotiated with care providers for glasses, for dental care for other basic needs of food & shelter for women & children escaping abusive situations.
We settled in our town after convincing my father to help buy an older farmhouse we would rent to own from him as we improved it. While still working in psych nursing at night, before arriving in Milton, we had purchased the land, the 5 acres of wilderness I had discovered in a tiny print ad in the Fosters Daily Democrat while working one night a couple winters before the turn of the millenium. My parents, both thankfully alive & healthy, lived closer to the seacoast, & this was a comfortable 40 minute drive from them. I am their oldest of three siblings. It appeared it was a good arrangement all the way around.
But there was an undercurrent, a shadow stalking & lurking behind all the good works, & the public displays of coupledom. Both of us had sprung from families dominated by fathers trained in the military. Both fathers had been strong, traditional patriarchs. Daniel the first had passed on, my own father however is still very much alive & well.
When we first got together, two cultural living icons circled & tested one another. My father was born in Sweden. His was from Sicely. We had parents who revered education. His Dad was a trained Green Beret Marine. Both inherited the tradition of heavy drinking from the military training. Both of us as adult children were haunted with memories of many a dinner becoming a battleground between mother & father, increasingly contentious with each drink.
It is what bonded us.
We understood we had been affected. We were struggling to create a different reality. Being adopted into my family is a baptism of fire when it comes to the men who loved us daughters. But once you were in, you were in. And after the fireworks, Daniel was IN, solidly with my Dad.
They say a daughter is attracted to men who have traits like their father. Certainly this had been my experience in a series of relationships with significant others who each had some character traits that I both admired & loathed in my own father. I hero-worshipped him as a little girl, as he could walk out our door & fly away, leaving for days at a time, then to return for days at a time too.
Much concentrated togetherness alternating with a great deal of independence when he was not there to ?rule the roost?. I loved his love of animals, nature, exploring in the woods, & eventually farming. I simply could not stand his unending need to control & dominate us all.
And so it was with Daniel. The struggle was open with us. We were often like that old Reunite wine ad, ?I love you, I hate you? struggle, loud, angry confrontations, followed by equally passionate make-up sessions. The creative tension which is the stuff of the dance of life, whether it is a wild tango or choreographed opera, or a quiet, bear hug, circling slowly in the privacy of our own kitchen depended on the seasons, the phases of the sun & moon, & the circumstances we were challenged with year by year.
But this final year together was heading south. He could not pull out of his grief. Misery loves company & he was bound & determined to engulf me in it with him. He could not allow me to have any life of my own anymore. He crept up the stairs & listened in on my phone calls. He turned to alcohol not occasionally but every night. No, it began earlier & earlier in the day, starting at lunch. His need to dominate & control intensified, out of his fears & loneliness, which was not touchable, even when I was practically joined at the hip with him.
I had no room for me there anymore. No space to grieve myself for this first child I had ever lost in all my years in nursing. It was not as amplified as his own, but there was nobody , no place for me to turn to for the necessary process I too would go through in losing Marilyn.
The arguments became more frequent, the creeping intuitive chills up the spine signaling danger were coming more regularly each night I remained in the same house with him. What had perhaps been possible to work out in counseling or in peace prior to these deaths with issues of domestic abuse were no longer tenable after these shocking losses. A certain knowing grew in the early spring, that in order for us both to live, I would have to separate from him, at least for a time. As difficult a situation as this is, as heart & gut wrenching, I could read the signs. They were ominous.
Daniel was drowning in his sorrow. He was determined to take me down with him. Having given him all the best of me, of what I could offer or suggest, support him in, & drive him to, there came a juncture where he would only find healing by reaching out himself to grab the life-preserver. Otherwise his iron grip around my neck, desperately clinging to me, would submerge us both.
I had done it before. I had left another abusive man by waiting & planning the escape. I had left HIM before. Twice. Hoping with the separations he would develop more insight, more skills in being a life partner, instead of insisting on being the little emperor. Each time for a summer. Like summer camp. Not times when it is hard to get through the season, but when the weather itself does not demand as much of New Englanders. We are less isolated & in the season where ?it is never too late to have a happy childhood?. As before, it was under the cover of ?going to do laundry?.
When I had dirty clothes piled in a hamper, hiding more clothes in duffel bags & vital documents needed to live elsewhere, to pick up an independent life again, as a traveling nurse. As before I had said clearly, in a no nonsense tone of voice usually reserved for rowdy boys pond-side, that if he did not cease & desist with the verbal abuses, & the stalking, the invasions of natural privacy & the confidences that nurses keep regarding our work, I would be leaving.
Not once, but several times. He knew it was coming. He know it was inevitable with his own effort to get help for his issues, but when he stomped his feet, & insisted the situation bend toward his will, I no longer engaged in any struggle at all for equality. I was already gone in my mind.
I remained aware & up-to-date on the statistics concerning domestic violence, the signs, the cycle of abuse, the danger I was in as I prepared to leave. It is when, statistically, attacks & violence escalate. A woman leaving an abusive man is risking her life & she knows it.
It is a pandemic. Women have been open season hunted & haunted with alarming increase these last years of this past century & into to this new era. A paradigm shift is underway, the final battles being waged in the guerilla home front. It requires wisdom & stealth to make a clean getaway. But I did. I moved out in May of 2003. Just over a 2 hour drive away, Just into the border of a contiguous State.
I was fortunate. I had a profession which was portable. Friends I had made. Another agency to pick up work with. A car. Many other women are not as blessed.
I made the break. I got back into my own natural rhythms again. I ate when I wanted to, shook off the echoes in my head of incessant reminders to wipe my feet at the door, the obsessive comments & directives which had become the living home incarceration my home life had become. I set clear boundaries, & began to crack & deprogram some of the lies & twisted spins of tales he had been spinning with my extended family to divide & isolate me from them.
I made it clear I would not speak to him on the telephone. I would dialogue with him via email. Or regular mail. I resumed work, now in demand in this, my other community, that which I had returned to, as an evening/night RN supervisor.
Eventually I began to go fishing & spending time with another younger man. I was moving on, getting healthy again, regaining my center & balance. And anticipating the most joyous event of the coming fall a mother nearly fifty looks forward to; the wedding celebration of my first born son & his beautiful & beloved bride. At our family farm on the seacoast. On the Columbus day weekend holiday.
Home from the army on leave, they had earlier eloped, & planned the marriage party & feast for this quintessential fall weekend. The first official holiday of the academic year.
check back soon for part 2....
The original link to these articles...
http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/2922
?This will be the second shot heard around the world?.
Survival is only the first step.
It is only the first phase of a recovery process one goes through to pass from death to life again.
It is the thing you do. When you decide to fight for life.
It is the natural outcome the instinctive intelligence, the primal force a woman discovers when cornered, trapped & lured by an intimate betrayer, a spouse, who has taken the marital vow "until death do us part" literally.
When the sense of entitlement that goes with that vow hearkens back to old testament times. A man "takes a woman" to be his lawful wedded wife.
And from that moment on, believes that this means she is his property. He is the exclusive owner of his property. To be owned, to be manipulated into doing whatever he pleases, like an "I Dream of Jeanie" genie, who comes at his bidding & does magically whatever he wants her to.
This story is a victory story. It is at last, the gift I give myself & all other women & men who cherish life, to commemorate the titanic struggle I underwent on a quiet, wilderness tract of land my husband & I had named, ironically several years ago "Angels' Landing".
While the drama on the California coast was unfolding surrounding the disappearance of Lacey Peterson, 3000 miles away in New England another insidious tale was uncurling itself around my own feet. A power struggle was building a head. A titanic struggle, a clash of wills was about to reach an apex in New Hampshire.
It was the spring of 2003. Another year?s cycle had brought Daniel & I through a season of sadness & grief. The year before we had lost an adult daughter. His first born by a previous marriage. On the heels of two previous deaths that year, it devastated him. So much so, that caring for him, ministering to him, became my full time job. He had lost his brother suddenly to a heart attack. They had not been terribly close, but as is often the case, Daniel had believed there was still more time for that relationship to grow warm again. The mother of this cherished daughter, this vibrant, fiery, little Italian woman who sold security systems all over the central Florida region also had passed away in the winter of that year. First the mother of his two adult children. Then his brother. But the final stroke, the devastating blow that threw his world spinning out of orbit, was the horrible news we were called to hear from a detective in that Florida county. We were enjoying the retreat & quiet of our cherished Angels? Landing, working as we had been in our spare moments at clearing it & envisioning where we would build a main lodge for our retreat center, when the closest neighbor to the wilderness clearing where we had situated our first camp, ?Fools? Paradise?, came hurrying down the path to get us. A detective from Orlando is on the phone. Needing to talk to Daniel.
Marilyn had been discovered lifeless in her home.
Previous to this fateful chapter in our marriage, nearly a year before, I had been employed at the local community hospital working in geropsyche. I am a nurse. I worked the evening & night shift in a small locked unit, receiving the most difficult & perplexing of patients who were aging & behaviorally had trouble living with others; in homes or extended care institutions, they were not people others could live with. So they were delivered to us.
As a team, we worked with combinations of therapies & medications to assist the transition back out again. Sometimes extremely tough, exhausting work, sapping every ounce of reserve we might have to keep all of us safe & intact. Yet rewarding too, as the amazing creativity of the group who dedicated themselves to this area of healing often gave new inspiration & a sense of gratitude for the blessings we enjoyed in our freedom & sanity when we were able to walk out, knowing the combination to press on the numeric pad that released the lock on the door at the end of the night, as dawn broke into the rooms, spilling rosy light in, & bringing more help, smiling, courageous day staff who would take over the watch of our precious charges.
When I reported three times a week to stay with my flock from 7pm until 7am, Marilyn & Daniel would keep the phones sizzling with conversation. That?s Italian!
But on the fateful day just short of her 33rd birthday, Marilyn gave up. The shining spark plug attempted to drive herself into heaven in the seat of a car that had been the bane of her existence the month before, the car that was the vital link to her success as an independent broker of security systems. The weather had turned foul too. Sales were down, & she was floundering. Too proud to come home for a time, to regroup, in over her head financially.
Rejecting the counsel to seek a group, a counselor, the helps we offered she rejected. She did it her way instead. She carefully selected music, & holding a picture of herself & her brother sitting on her mother?s lap, she sat in her lemon of a car in a closed garage & left the engine running. Listening to Christian rock music. She had struggled all of her life with asthma, with having a body with no spleen. The feminist fire was not enough to sustain her longer. She was going home.
Our lives plunged into the surreal nightmare that ensued after that call. Daniel had thrown himself on the living room floor, writhing in agony, deep sobs, anguish as he absorbed the news.
From that point on we were never the same.
I walked through those days with the imperative to hold it all together. To navigate 900 miles of investigating all of her friends & haunts, of identifying her body in the morgue, of seeing the pictures of her as she was found. Poignantly, it was apparent that she had at the last moment, changed her mind. The car door was opened, she had thrown one leg out. But it was too late. She had died from not having enough viable air to breath.
All of this happened just one month short of being at my post in geropsych a year. So I lost that post, without the protection of the Family Medical Leave Act that would have, by law, compelled my employer to hold my position until I could return to work.
I became Daniel?s everything; nurse, social worker, wife, friend, driver, travel agent. Coordinated the trip down for the final rites & rounds, packing a household of furniture & belongings into a U-Haul to make the long journey home. The heavy-hearted arrangements, the negotiation that no parent ever wants to go through.
My husband too distraught to drive, I drove the 17 foot truck, dealing with a tire blow-out at the perimeter of the Orlando area at 65 miles per hour, & later,just 45 minutes from home, the assault of a drunk driver who hit us broadside at dawn as we were just over the border at last in New Hampshire. We returned with her belongings, & received her ashes via the postal service. We organized a memorial for her at home in our little town too.
I negotiated with insurance companies, with local emergency assistance workers in the town welfare department. We found a grief counselor to work with who was not affiliated with the professionals I worked with at the hospital. We went to a group once or twice of other survivors of traumatic & unexpected death of loved ones.
He needed sinus surgery, procedures to check his own heart & other vital systems. He was a full time patient. I was a full time wife & nurse. At home which was a farm house we had been renovating together. Tending a small flock of farm animals we had in town, while working on Angels? Landing where we eventually hoped to build a larger homestead model of self-sufficiency, several miles down the road, up a hill, far away from the small area we lived in of the town proper, the center of a town which boasted nothing more than a local pizza joint, a Cumby?s, and a few local businesses. Not even a bank or a grocery store. We commuted to the next town over for that.
This was how my life shifted for the year before the spring of 2003.
My spouse changed too. Over the course of our 7 years together a power struggle had been an undercurrent. There was love but it bordered at times on obsession & possessiveness. We shared a common passion for a lay ministry, a missionary calling we both responded to; to serve.
People ?got used to seeing us both together? as the James Taylor song goes, all over the southern seacoast of New Hampshire & Maine, where we visited churches & delivered practical help in the form of household items, food, & necessary health care to those without insurance. We looked after the elderly & the newly separated. We each had our own talents which we combined together to help; he could build handicapped access ramps, I could play piano at a small church gathering, he labored over cars & trucks, I negotiated with care providers for glasses, for dental care for other basic needs of food & shelter for women & children escaping abusive situations.
We settled in our town after convincing my father to help buy an older farmhouse we would rent to own from him as we improved it. While still working in psych nursing at night, before arriving in Milton, we had purchased the land, the 5 acres of wilderness I had discovered in a tiny print ad in the Fosters Daily Democrat while working one night a couple winters before the turn of the millenium. My parents, both thankfully alive & healthy, lived closer to the seacoast, & this was a comfortable 40 minute drive from them. I am their oldest of three siblings. It appeared it was a good arrangement all the way around.
But there was an undercurrent, a shadow stalking & lurking behind all the good works, & the public displays of coupledom. Both of us had sprung from families dominated by fathers trained in the military. Both fathers had been strong, traditional patriarchs. Daniel the first had passed on, my own father however is still very much alive & well.
When we first got together, two cultural living icons circled & tested one another. My father was born in Sweden. His was from Sicely. We had parents who revered education. His Dad was a trained Green Beret Marine. Both inherited the tradition of heavy drinking from the military training. Both of us as adult children were haunted with memories of many a dinner becoming a battleground between mother & father, increasingly contentious with each drink.
It is what bonded us.
We understood we had been affected. We were struggling to create a different reality. Being adopted into my family is a baptism of fire when it comes to the men who loved us daughters. But once you were in, you were in. And after the fireworks, Daniel was IN, solidly with my Dad.
They say a daughter is attracted to men who have traits like their father. Certainly this had been my experience in a series of relationships with significant others who each had some character traits that I both admired & loathed in my own father. I hero-worshipped him as a little girl, as he could walk out our door & fly away, leaving for days at a time, then to return for days at a time too.
Much concentrated togetherness alternating with a great deal of independence when he was not there to ?rule the roost?. I loved his love of animals, nature, exploring in the woods, & eventually farming. I simply could not stand his unending need to control & dominate us all.
And so it was with Daniel. The struggle was open with us. We were often like that old Reunite wine ad, ?I love you, I hate you? struggle, loud, angry confrontations, followed by equally passionate make-up sessions. The creative tension which is the stuff of the dance of life, whether it is a wild tango or choreographed opera, or a quiet, bear hug, circling slowly in the privacy of our own kitchen depended on the seasons, the phases of the sun & moon, & the circumstances we were challenged with year by year.
But this final year together was heading south. He could not pull out of his grief. Misery loves company & he was bound & determined to engulf me in it with him. He could not allow me to have any life of my own anymore. He crept up the stairs & listened in on my phone calls. He turned to alcohol not occasionally but every night. No, it began earlier & earlier in the day, starting at lunch. His need to dominate & control intensified, out of his fears & loneliness, which was not touchable, even when I was practically joined at the hip with him.
I had no room for me there anymore. No space to grieve myself for this first child I had ever lost in all my years in nursing. It was not as amplified as his own, but there was nobody , no place for me to turn to for the necessary process I too would go through in losing Marilyn.
The arguments became more frequent, the creeping intuitive chills up the spine signaling danger were coming more regularly each night I remained in the same house with him. What had perhaps been possible to work out in counseling or in peace prior to these deaths with issues of domestic abuse were no longer tenable after these shocking losses. A certain knowing grew in the early spring, that in order for us both to live, I would have to separate from him, at least for a time. As difficult a situation as this is, as heart & gut wrenching, I could read the signs. They were ominous.
Daniel was drowning in his sorrow. He was determined to take me down with him. Having given him all the best of me, of what I could offer or suggest, support him in, & drive him to, there came a juncture where he would only find healing by reaching out himself to grab the life-preserver. Otherwise his iron grip around my neck, desperately clinging to me, would submerge us both.
I had done it before. I had left another abusive man by waiting & planning the escape. I had left HIM before. Twice. Hoping with the separations he would develop more insight, more skills in being a life partner, instead of insisting on being the little emperor. Each time for a summer. Like summer camp. Not times when it is hard to get through the season, but when the weather itself does not demand as much of New Englanders. We are less isolated & in the season where ?it is never too late to have a happy childhood?. As before, it was under the cover of ?going to do laundry?.
When I had dirty clothes piled in a hamper, hiding more clothes in duffel bags & vital documents needed to live elsewhere, to pick up an independent life again, as a traveling nurse. As before I had said clearly, in a no nonsense tone of voice usually reserved for rowdy boys pond-side, that if he did not cease & desist with the verbal abuses, & the stalking, the invasions of natural privacy & the confidences that nurses keep regarding our work, I would be leaving.
Not once, but several times. He knew it was coming. He know it was inevitable with his own effort to get help for his issues, but when he stomped his feet, & insisted the situation bend toward his will, I no longer engaged in any struggle at all for equality. I was already gone in my mind.
I remained aware & up-to-date on the statistics concerning domestic violence, the signs, the cycle of abuse, the danger I was in as I prepared to leave. It is when, statistically, attacks & violence escalate. A woman leaving an abusive man is risking her life & she knows it.
It is a pandemic. Women have been open season hunted & haunted with alarming increase these last years of this past century & into to this new era. A paradigm shift is underway, the final battles being waged in the guerilla home front. It requires wisdom & stealth to make a clean getaway. But I did. I moved out in May of 2003. Just over a 2 hour drive away, Just into the border of a contiguous State.
I was fortunate. I had a profession which was portable. Friends I had made. Another agency to pick up work with. A car. Many other women are not as blessed.
I made the break. I got back into my own natural rhythms again. I ate when I wanted to, shook off the echoes in my head of incessant reminders to wipe my feet at the door, the obsessive comments & directives which had become the living home incarceration my home life had become. I set clear boundaries, & began to crack & deprogram some of the lies & twisted spins of tales he had been spinning with my extended family to divide & isolate me from them.
I made it clear I would not speak to him on the telephone. I would dialogue with him via email. Or regular mail. I resumed work, now in demand in this, my other community, that which I had returned to, as an evening/night RN supervisor.
Eventually I began to go fishing & spending time with another younger man. I was moving on, getting healthy again, regaining my center & balance. And anticipating the most joyous event of the coming fall a mother nearly fifty looks forward to; the wedding celebration of my first born son & his beautiful & beloved bride. At our family farm on the seacoast. On the Columbus day weekend holiday.
Home from the army on leave, they had earlier eloped, & planned the marriage party & feast for this quintessential fall weekend. The first official holiday of the academic year.
check back soon for part 2....
The original link to these articles...
http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/2922
The Constitution of the Cosmos- Real Help for the Dazed & Confused
Here is an alleged conversation sent over the ethers via these miraculous waves of air technology which I received today from a friend in Texas.
An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, the Almighty.
He asks one of his new Christian students to stand and.....
Professor: You are a Christian, aren't you, son?
Student : Yes, sir.
Prof: So you believe in God?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Prof: Is God good?
Student : Sure.
Prof: Is God all-powerful?
Student : Yes.
Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God
didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?
(Student is silent.)
Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella.
Is God good?
Student :Yes.
Prof: Is Satan good?
Student : No.
Prof: Where does Satan come from?
Student : From...God..
Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything.Correct?
Student : Yes.
Prof: So who created evil?
(Student does not answer.)
Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?
Student :Yes, sir.
Prof: So, who created them?
(Student has no answer.)
Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?
Student: No, sir.
Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?
Student : No , sir.
Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.
Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.
Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Prof: Yes.
Student : No sir. There isn't.
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?
Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light.... But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?
Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class is in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?
(The class breaks out into laughter.)
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.
With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.
Student : That is it sir.. The link between man & God is FAITH.
That is all that keeps things moving & alive.
***********************************
I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...
you'll probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same...won't you?... Forward them to increase their knowledge...
And now for some immediate NOW help with the changes...
The first gift below I STRONGLY URGE the reader to link to & download. It may seem counterintuitive to be concentrating on a manual written in 1910, but read it for yourself & see what a difference thought patterns can make!
For those in my reading audience who are atheists, if the reference to God, or the Father jars, simply attempt to read the manual substituting the words universal intelligence or Universal Intelligence.
Scientist & theist alike can agree on this; there is an order, a highly intelligent, evolving order to the increasing complexity of LIFE. LIFE FORCE would do too.
Try comparing it to the new physics being revealed now in the area of quantum mechanics. Like math, colors, & musical tones, there is a precise & beautifully elegant language, ALL in ALL...
*************
I am also sending along as gifts an online FREE manual for creating wealth:
http://www.scienceofgettingrich.net/gifts/freegift4u.html
**********************************
a version of the Merck Manual,
2nd Home edition,as I have found it a handy reference to have on my
Favorites list.
http://www.merck.com/mmhe/index.html
**************************************
Here is a page for you to look at some time.... a message from an angel....
http://www.ronnastar.com/latest.html
**********************************
ALSO
http://www.emofree.com/
THIS ONE IS SO IMPORTANT: IT CAN REDUCE SUFFERING & TREATMENTS FOR SUFFERING DRAMATICALLY FOR ALL FORMS OF PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL/MENTAL/SPIRITUAL DIS-EASE
& IT IS A FREE OFFERING
**************************************
Peace. May it prevail upon the earth.
Sincerely, Monica King, CEO INEDA
An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, the Almighty.
He asks one of his new Christian students to stand and.....
Professor: You are a Christian, aren't you, son?
Student : Yes, sir.
Prof: So you believe in God?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Prof: Is God good?
Student : Sure.
Prof: Is God all-powerful?
Student : Yes.
Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God
didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?
(Student is silent.)
Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella.
Is God good?
Student :Yes.
Prof: Is Satan good?
Student : No.
Prof: Where does Satan come from?
Student : From...God..
Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything.Correct?
Student : Yes.
Prof: So who created evil?
(Student does not answer.)
Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?
Student :Yes, sir.
Prof: So, who created them?
(Student has no answer.)
Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?
Student: No, sir.
Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?
Student : No , sir.
Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.
Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.
Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Prof: Yes.
Student : No sir. There isn't.
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?
Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light.... But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?
Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class is in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?
(The class breaks out into laughter.)
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.
With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.
Student : That is it sir.. The link between man & God is FAITH.
That is all that keeps things moving & alive.
***********************************
I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...
you'll probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same...won't you?... Forward them to increase their knowledge...
And now for some immediate NOW help with the changes...
The first gift below I STRONGLY URGE the reader to link to & download. It may seem counterintuitive to be concentrating on a manual written in 1910, but read it for yourself & see what a difference thought patterns can make!
For those in my reading audience who are atheists, if the reference to God, or the Father jars, simply attempt to read the manual substituting the words universal intelligence or Universal Intelligence.
Scientist & theist alike can agree on this; there is an order, a highly intelligent, evolving order to the increasing complexity of LIFE. LIFE FORCE would do too.
Try comparing it to the new physics being revealed now in the area of quantum mechanics. Like math, colors, & musical tones, there is a precise & beautifully elegant language, ALL in ALL...
*************
I am also sending along as gifts an online FREE manual for creating wealth:
http://www.scienceofgettingrich.net/gifts/freegift4u.html
**********************************
a version of the Merck Manual,
2nd Home edition,as I have found it a handy reference to have on my
Favorites list.
http://www.merck.com/mmhe/index.html
**************************************
Here is a page for you to look at some time.... a message from an angel....
http://www.ronnastar.com/latest.html
**********************************
ALSO
http://www.emofree.com/
THIS ONE IS SO IMPORTANT: IT CAN REDUCE SUFFERING & TREATMENTS FOR SUFFERING DRAMATICALLY FOR ALL FORMS OF PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL/MENTAL/SPIRITUAL DIS-EASE
& IT IS A FREE OFFERING
**************************************
Peace. May it prevail upon the earth.
Sincerely, Monica King, CEO INEDA
Your Divine Destiny
Hello All,
I am in receipt of a message, actually a series of them from the Chief of the Angels, Michael.
All religions of the world do acknowledge the reality & missionary nature of angelic help.
My website helps you to integrate both human & angelic help in creating & cocreating a paradisiacal new earth.
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/ineda/
All Christians who have made a study of the Bible realize these truths; that we are living in a time of prophetic fulfillment, & that one of the many prophecies we are seeing fulfilled & HELPING TO FULFILL is that most cherished one of heaven coming to reign for eternity upon the earth.
It is the basic prayer for "Thy will to be done on earth as in heaven" which is, as I write & you read, being fulfilled right NOW>>>
The mighty messenger Michael, has this important message for the body of believers today. Please note; TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE.
Please DO YOUR PART. Spread the word & the message. Send others to this thread.
People let's MOVE! This is about your sacred destiny & OUR sacred destiny together.
Here is the message:
Message from Archangel Michael
October 2005 * LM-10-2005
"THESE ARE THE TIMES OF ACCOUNTABILITY"
Transmitted Through Ronna Herman
Beloved masters, indeed, it is a time of accountability, a time when nothing can stay hidden, a time when all are seeking to return to balance and harmony. A time when the energies of cause and effect are returning to each of you very quickly, as you face the consequences of your thoughts, deeds and actions. But we ask you to be the observer, beloveds, and radiate love to those who seem the least deserving, the victimizers, as well as the victims. Radiate love to their inner Essence, not condoning their actions, but seeing the highest outcome for all, this will avoid adding more negative energy to any situation. Move to a level whereby you are observing all that transpires from the objective viewpoint of a master, knowing that out of every adversity there is the potential for a greater good to emerge. Become aware that everything that is being destroyed or torn down, is making way for something more appropriate, refined, and en-LIGHTEN-ed to take its place.
Many beautiful souls have agreed to play out the dramas in which all Earth residents are involved, at one level or another. They agreed at a soul level to bring to the attention of all humanity, the imbalances and inequities that need to be corrected and addressed. There is no need to name these negative traits again, you all know what they are. Many are so quick to pass judgment and express their self-righteous indignation. We tell you that none of you is blameless. You all have played the same game or role to some degree, or been involved in a similar scenario at one time or another, whether you remember it or not. So you see, you are only judging yourselves
During the coming years many prophecies, both positive and negative, will come forth and it is important how you perceive and accept what is being said. Yes, each and every thought, expression and action has an energetic signature and adds to or detracts from the overall radiance of the Earth. The Earth is being monitored carefully as well, beloveds, to see when your planet will be ready to move forward to the next level of illumination. As you all are aware, there has been much devastation and cleansing on the Earth over the past decades and, yes, it will continue as a necessary part of the overall plan for the greatest good of all. We know it is difficult for you to not focus on the negativity and destruction occurring in the world, but we ask you to also be aware that all of those who have experienced these cataclysmic events agreed at a soul level to make the supreme sacrifice so that you and the Earth can move forward. Those who have made their transition from the Earth via the cataclysms are watching with great joy from the higher realms, knowing that they have made an important contribution to the whole and that their evolutionary journey will be made easier because of the role they agreed to play.
Your test is to be the loving, compassionate observer, helping those you can, knowing that there is a grand plan being played out on Earth, while projecting your contribution of radiant energy out from your heart center into and around the Earth and to the whole of humanity. The Earth is not being destroyed, nor are you being punished, but the emotional and mental bodies of the Earth must be brought into balance and harmony so she can move into her proper place within the solar system and galaxy. All of you, and that means each and everyone on Earth, agreed at a soul level to the roles you have been asked to play in the drama now unfolding. Most are fulfilling their promises unconsciously, many have abdicated and fallen by the wayside, but many more of you are endeavoring to fulfill your contracts in its highest form with full awareness of what it entails. We know who you are and we commend you, our radiant Warriors of Light.
It is crucial that you understand how essential you are and that time is of the essence. Know that this is the most important lifetime you will ever experience on planet Earth and that your active participation is vital to the successful outcome of the plan. That is why we ask you to change your perception as to why you are here, what life on Earth is about and what is truly important. We ask you turn your focus to the temple of your heart and begin to build your paradise within, filling it with love, beauty and harmony, and then projecting that perfection outward so that it begins to unfold around you. Your refined, energetic signature will gradually radiate out into the world, affecting and changing everything it touches. See each moment as precious and perfect, as a gift from our Father/Mother God allotted to you, its caretakers, to use as you so desire. Know that if you will integrate these concepts into your reality and if you will see yourselves as a radiating force capable of magnetizing all the wonders of Creation to you, that you can transform your world and create the world of peace, abundance and harmony you desire within six months of your time.
You are much more powerful than you realize, especially when you join together in a unified effort to create the highest good for all. You are a creation of the God Mind and you are encoded and designed with a deep-seated desire to create. During these most important times of evolution and transformation, each of you has been drawn (or will be drawn) to the place in which you can be of the most service. Either by serving those around you, sharing your unique talents and gifts, or because you have specific energies encoded within your Divine Blueprint that are critical to the evolution of that area, or you may have Light packets or frequencies within your brain structure that will help to activate the crystalline energies that have lain dormant within the Earth for many thousands of years. These great structures are waiting for you and for those who are in harmony with you, so that, once again, they may project their radiant Light out into the solar system and also receive the refined frequencies now being beamed down upon the Earth. These frequencies will also circle the globe as the golden web of Light is reestablished, which is a critical factor in the reunification process. Much has been accomplished, but there is still much to be done and each of you is a key player.
As you join together and allow yourselves to be the transformers for this energy, you will draw it through your physical vessels so that it can pick up your unique frequency patterns before the combined frequencies are transmitted deep within the Earth’s crystalline core. Know that within your physical vessels and with your loving intent, you hold the keys which will help to bring these magnificent Light structures to life once more. And in this way, you will render great service to humanity and the Earth, for this important process will help to ease the stress and strain of releasing the constraints and imperfections as you move through the fourth dimension toward the freedom and harmony of the fifth dimension.
Many of you are healing the ancient wounds and memories of Atlantis and Lemuria, while many others are activating the wondrous memories and energies of some of the great Light centers of the past. Then you will all use these energies to help create the perfection of the future. You are being called to take brave and bold action as you go forward on your assigned missions. Remember, beloveds, you agreed.
The drama and great transformation that are taking place on Earth have never been experienced before in all creation. You will be seen as Divine architects who have braved the unknown in the farthest outpost in your universe, assuming cloaks of flesh and submerging yourselves in the quagmire of third-dimensional illusion. Now it is time to shrug off the shackles that bind you. Now is the time for you to reclaim your Divine Birthright and your heritage. Oh, beloveds, if only you knew how you are cherished and how we honor you. If only you could remember yourselves as you were and are in the higher dimensions, you would not be anxious or sad, you would know that you have all the power, wisdom and the tools to recreate paradise on Earth, and when the task is finished, how easily you will return to your home among the stars. We wish to give you assurance that we are waiting to welcome you with open arms and that there will be a grand celebration.
As all the deep-core, negative patterns emerge from deep within your memory and DNA to be cleared and dissolved once and for all, we sense your frustration, your confusion and your fears of being punished, or of having done something wrong. Let me assure you, precious ones, this is happening because you are doing something RIGHT, not wrong. We will not minimize your pain or your discomfort; however, we will give you encouragement and direction. A purification process is underway on Earth and within every sentient Being. As you allow the cleansing energies of Light to infiltrate throughout your body, you will release and refine everything of a lesser vibration. Can you accept the fleeting discomfort as an opportunity to release that which does not serve your highest good? Then please use all the means at hand to relieve the symptoms or condition, knowing that at its completion you will be ready to accept even greater infusions of Light.
We have tried to assist you in understanding the Universal Laws of Creation and the seven Rays of Beingness, or the virtues and attributes of the Creator for your solar system. The prisms of the Seven Cosmic Rays are growing stronger as they are projected via magnified Solar Light into your bodies in order to empower you and bring you into wholeness. You are coming of age as you take on your spiritual responsibility and gain the wisdom of a master, but there is still much to be done and discernment is more important than ever. You are moving out of the harmonics of seven into the galactic harmonics of 12. This is why it is so important that you bring your physical chakra system into balance as you access the ever-increasing strength and power of the higher Rays’ vibrations. Anchor your feet firmly on Earth, beloveds, as you reach for the stars, for if you do not, your physical vessel will not be able to withstand the magnified influx of cosmic energy, and you will not be able to serve yourself or anyone else. You depend on the Earth to support and sustain you, now it is time for you to assist your mother planet, for you are inexorably joined together as you and the Earth spiral into the next level of illumination.
As with every great change, the pendulum of popular belief or mass consciousness swings widely before it settles down to a sensible norm. There are many teachings and claims being circulated, many to empower and assist you, and many to frighten you and take away your power. Also, there are many products being touted to speed up your enlightenment and “do the work for you.” There are many legitimate tools and products which will help you on your path, but remember, beloveds, you must do the inner work—you must tread the path to en-LIGHTEN-ment—no one else can do that for you.
You are in the midst of an ongoing dream that is fast-forwarding at an accelerated speed. If you allow the fixations of the past and those antiquated energies to emerge, to be transmuted or dissolved, if you do not try to hang on to the old patterns, thought forms or structures, you will not feel so distressed, so out of control. You must admit that this is not a time of boredom or stagnation, indeed, it is a what you have yearned for since that time long ago when you merged your magnificent Spirit Self into the limiting confines of a physical structure.
Awaken each day in joyful anticipation, with great expectancy, allow the day to unfold in its perfectness, gifting you with new delights, releasing you from shackles of the past. As we have stressed, over and over, stay in the event of the NOW or in the Still Point of perfection, and in doing so, you are focusing on what is occurring in the moment. Each moment, each thought, each event is of vast importance, for the treasures of new wisdom, new insights, new powers of reasoning, new gifts are pouring forth at an astonishing rate and you must be open to receive them. With each new impulse of a higher vibration, a portion of your existing reality begins to dissolve as the pattern repeats time and time again, as all that is not in balance and harmony gradually melts away. Reach inward and upward beloveds, as always, we are here to guide, protect and inspire you, and to radiate the loving energy of our Father/Mother God through our hearts to you.
I AM Archangel Michael.
Here is the direct link....
http://www.ronnastar.com/latest.html
Peace. Monica King
I am in receipt of a message, actually a series of them from the Chief of the Angels, Michael.
All religions of the world do acknowledge the reality & missionary nature of angelic help.
My website helps you to integrate both human & angelic help in creating & cocreating a paradisiacal new earth.
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/ineda/
All Christians who have made a study of the Bible realize these truths; that we are living in a time of prophetic fulfillment, & that one of the many prophecies we are seeing fulfilled & HELPING TO FULFILL is that most cherished one of heaven coming to reign for eternity upon the earth.
It is the basic prayer for "Thy will to be done on earth as in heaven" which is, as I write & you read, being fulfilled right NOW>>>
The mighty messenger Michael, has this important message for the body of believers today. Please note; TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE.
Please DO YOUR PART. Spread the word & the message. Send others to this thread.
People let's MOVE! This is about your sacred destiny & OUR sacred destiny together.
Here is the message:
Message from Archangel Michael
October 2005 * LM-10-2005
"THESE ARE THE TIMES OF ACCOUNTABILITY"
Transmitted Through Ronna Herman
Beloved masters, indeed, it is a time of accountability, a time when nothing can stay hidden, a time when all are seeking to return to balance and harmony. A time when the energies of cause and effect are returning to each of you very quickly, as you face the consequences of your thoughts, deeds and actions. But we ask you to be the observer, beloveds, and radiate love to those who seem the least deserving, the victimizers, as well as the victims. Radiate love to their inner Essence, not condoning their actions, but seeing the highest outcome for all, this will avoid adding more negative energy to any situation. Move to a level whereby you are observing all that transpires from the objective viewpoint of a master, knowing that out of every adversity there is the potential for a greater good to emerge. Become aware that everything that is being destroyed or torn down, is making way for something more appropriate, refined, and en-LIGHTEN-ed to take its place.
Many beautiful souls have agreed to play out the dramas in which all Earth residents are involved, at one level or another. They agreed at a soul level to bring to the attention of all humanity, the imbalances and inequities that need to be corrected and addressed. There is no need to name these negative traits again, you all know what they are. Many are so quick to pass judgment and express their self-righteous indignation. We tell you that none of you is blameless. You all have played the same game or role to some degree, or been involved in a similar scenario at one time or another, whether you remember it or not. So you see, you are only judging yourselves
During the coming years many prophecies, both positive and negative, will come forth and it is important how you perceive and accept what is being said. Yes, each and every thought, expression and action has an energetic signature and adds to or detracts from the overall radiance of the Earth. The Earth is being monitored carefully as well, beloveds, to see when your planet will be ready to move forward to the next level of illumination. As you all are aware, there has been much devastation and cleansing on the Earth over the past decades and, yes, it will continue as a necessary part of the overall plan for the greatest good of all. We know it is difficult for you to not focus on the negativity and destruction occurring in the world, but we ask you to also be aware that all of those who have experienced these cataclysmic events agreed at a soul level to make the supreme sacrifice so that you and the Earth can move forward. Those who have made their transition from the Earth via the cataclysms are watching with great joy from the higher realms, knowing that they have made an important contribution to the whole and that their evolutionary journey will be made easier because of the role they agreed to play.
Your test is to be the loving, compassionate observer, helping those you can, knowing that there is a grand plan being played out on Earth, while projecting your contribution of radiant energy out from your heart center into and around the Earth and to the whole of humanity. The Earth is not being destroyed, nor are you being punished, but the emotional and mental bodies of the Earth must be brought into balance and harmony so she can move into her proper place within the solar system and galaxy. All of you, and that means each and everyone on Earth, agreed at a soul level to the roles you have been asked to play in the drama now unfolding. Most are fulfilling their promises unconsciously, many have abdicated and fallen by the wayside, but many more of you are endeavoring to fulfill your contracts in its highest form with full awareness of what it entails. We know who you are and we commend you, our radiant Warriors of Light.
It is crucial that you understand how essential you are and that time is of the essence. Know that this is the most important lifetime you will ever experience on planet Earth and that your active participation is vital to the successful outcome of the plan. That is why we ask you to change your perception as to why you are here, what life on Earth is about and what is truly important. We ask you turn your focus to the temple of your heart and begin to build your paradise within, filling it with love, beauty and harmony, and then projecting that perfection outward so that it begins to unfold around you. Your refined, energetic signature will gradually radiate out into the world, affecting and changing everything it touches. See each moment as precious and perfect, as a gift from our Father/Mother God allotted to you, its caretakers, to use as you so desire. Know that if you will integrate these concepts into your reality and if you will see yourselves as a radiating force capable of magnetizing all the wonders of Creation to you, that you can transform your world and create the world of peace, abundance and harmony you desire within six months of your time.
You are much more powerful than you realize, especially when you join together in a unified effort to create the highest good for all. You are a creation of the God Mind and you are encoded and designed with a deep-seated desire to create. During these most important times of evolution and transformation, each of you has been drawn (or will be drawn) to the place in which you can be of the most service. Either by serving those around you, sharing your unique talents and gifts, or because you have specific energies encoded within your Divine Blueprint that are critical to the evolution of that area, or you may have Light packets or frequencies within your brain structure that will help to activate the crystalline energies that have lain dormant within the Earth for many thousands of years. These great structures are waiting for you and for those who are in harmony with you, so that, once again, they may project their radiant Light out into the solar system and also receive the refined frequencies now being beamed down upon the Earth. These frequencies will also circle the globe as the golden web of Light is reestablished, which is a critical factor in the reunification process. Much has been accomplished, but there is still much to be done and each of you is a key player.
As you join together and allow yourselves to be the transformers for this energy, you will draw it through your physical vessels so that it can pick up your unique frequency patterns before the combined frequencies are transmitted deep within the Earth’s crystalline core. Know that within your physical vessels and with your loving intent, you hold the keys which will help to bring these magnificent Light structures to life once more. And in this way, you will render great service to humanity and the Earth, for this important process will help to ease the stress and strain of releasing the constraints and imperfections as you move through the fourth dimension toward the freedom and harmony of the fifth dimension.
Many of you are healing the ancient wounds and memories of Atlantis and Lemuria, while many others are activating the wondrous memories and energies of some of the great Light centers of the past. Then you will all use these energies to help create the perfection of the future. You are being called to take brave and bold action as you go forward on your assigned missions. Remember, beloveds, you agreed.
The drama and great transformation that are taking place on Earth have never been experienced before in all creation. You will be seen as Divine architects who have braved the unknown in the farthest outpost in your universe, assuming cloaks of flesh and submerging yourselves in the quagmire of third-dimensional illusion. Now it is time to shrug off the shackles that bind you. Now is the time for you to reclaim your Divine Birthright and your heritage. Oh, beloveds, if only you knew how you are cherished and how we honor you. If only you could remember yourselves as you were and are in the higher dimensions, you would not be anxious or sad, you would know that you have all the power, wisdom and the tools to recreate paradise on Earth, and when the task is finished, how easily you will return to your home among the stars. We wish to give you assurance that we are waiting to welcome you with open arms and that there will be a grand celebration.
As all the deep-core, negative patterns emerge from deep within your memory and DNA to be cleared and dissolved once and for all, we sense your frustration, your confusion and your fears of being punished, or of having done something wrong. Let me assure you, precious ones, this is happening because you are doing something RIGHT, not wrong. We will not minimize your pain or your discomfort; however, we will give you encouragement and direction. A purification process is underway on Earth and within every sentient Being. As you allow the cleansing energies of Light to infiltrate throughout your body, you will release and refine everything of a lesser vibration. Can you accept the fleeting discomfort as an opportunity to release that which does not serve your highest good? Then please use all the means at hand to relieve the symptoms or condition, knowing that at its completion you will be ready to accept even greater infusions of Light.
We have tried to assist you in understanding the Universal Laws of Creation and the seven Rays of Beingness, or the virtues and attributes of the Creator for your solar system. The prisms of the Seven Cosmic Rays are growing stronger as they are projected via magnified Solar Light into your bodies in order to empower you and bring you into wholeness. You are coming of age as you take on your spiritual responsibility and gain the wisdom of a master, but there is still much to be done and discernment is more important than ever. You are moving out of the harmonics of seven into the galactic harmonics of 12. This is why it is so important that you bring your physical chakra system into balance as you access the ever-increasing strength and power of the higher Rays’ vibrations. Anchor your feet firmly on Earth, beloveds, as you reach for the stars, for if you do not, your physical vessel will not be able to withstand the magnified influx of cosmic energy, and you will not be able to serve yourself or anyone else. You depend on the Earth to support and sustain you, now it is time for you to assist your mother planet, for you are inexorably joined together as you and the Earth spiral into the next level of illumination.
As with every great change, the pendulum of popular belief or mass consciousness swings widely before it settles down to a sensible norm. There are many teachings and claims being circulated, many to empower and assist you, and many to frighten you and take away your power. Also, there are many products being touted to speed up your enlightenment and “do the work for you.” There are many legitimate tools and products which will help you on your path, but remember, beloveds, you must do the inner work—you must tread the path to en-LIGHTEN-ment—no one else can do that for you.
You are in the midst of an ongoing dream that is fast-forwarding at an accelerated speed. If you allow the fixations of the past and those antiquated energies to emerge, to be transmuted or dissolved, if you do not try to hang on to the old patterns, thought forms or structures, you will not feel so distressed, so out of control. You must admit that this is not a time of boredom or stagnation, indeed, it is a what you have yearned for since that time long ago when you merged your magnificent Spirit Self into the limiting confines of a physical structure.
Awaken each day in joyful anticipation, with great expectancy, allow the day to unfold in its perfectness, gifting you with new delights, releasing you from shackles of the past. As we have stressed, over and over, stay in the event of the NOW or in the Still Point of perfection, and in doing so, you are focusing on what is occurring in the moment. Each moment, each thought, each event is of vast importance, for the treasures of new wisdom, new insights, new powers of reasoning, new gifts are pouring forth at an astonishing rate and you must be open to receive them. With each new impulse of a higher vibration, a portion of your existing reality begins to dissolve as the pattern repeats time and time again, as all that is not in balance and harmony gradually melts away. Reach inward and upward beloveds, as always, we are here to guide, protect and inspire you, and to radiate the loving energy of our Father/Mother God through our hearts to you.
I AM Archangel Michael.
Here is the direct link....
http://www.ronnastar.com/latest.html
Peace. Monica King
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