The universe wanted to know more. So it moved and coalesced, then made a line, then a circle - all follows from the interplay of those two. In the descent from the infinite to the finite, the all became divided and duality was born. The divided parts, seeing themselves as separate, descended through density through eons and many became trapped, cycling through incarnations. Progress became more and more difficult, as the precession went into the dark cycle. Then the planetary body on which the divided parts incarnated cycled into more and more light. The descent was slowed and some began to ascend in consciousness as light filtered in. (You are here)
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If you have not yet watched how sound/frequency can change materials into more and more complex patterns, there are many videos on the web to watch. I will include one below. Mateus and I experimented with it a couple of weeks ago in preparation for his upcoming workshop the Yoga of Sound. He had not seen the video before or even heard of it, yet from his experience in Tibet, sound is a key element in healing. We know of course theoretically that all things are moving, albeit some very slowly. We often forget that even visible light is a frequency, a vibration. Each colour can be separated out by its separate frequency. We also know, thanks to Kirlian photography, that we can photography the energy which emanates from our own bodies. That we have energy around our bodies is a fact. It has long been contended that that energy or aura, around the body has colours. Whether or not this can be photographed exactly, I do not know, however, that it is plausible is definite. Why would different people have different colours to their energy? It would seem that it would have to do with the frequency on which that energy most often was sent out. The higher frequencies have more intricate patterns to them. They are more complex. The lower frequencies are more simple and there is a definite progression as the frequency increases. We often speak about emotions, the darker ones - depression, sadness, melancholy, as being heavy. We know how we feel 'light-hearted' when we are happy. Are these not also examples of different frequencies? If so would not illness, where the body feels weighted and heavy, be an example of a lower frequency? We talk about good health as being 'vibrant'. Keeping ourselves cognizant of our words and emotions - both of which we have control over may be key to our own health and happiness. Watch the two videos below and challenge your paradigm: Gregg Braden speaks of the vibratory change that the earth is going through. The Institute of Heart Math is measuring this change - it is not fiction but fact. This changes what we had previously thought. If both thought and emotion are vibration, we need to consciously manipulate these vibrations for our benefit. We can not afford to ignore this information.
"Life is daring adventure or nothing" Helen Keller These words were spoken by someone who never heard herself or anyone else hear them. Helen Keller's life was a fascination for me. I saw the movie with Anne Sullivan and Patty Duke many years ago. The idea of overcoming that kind of adversity was a great influence on my life and helped give me hope. If Helen could overcome being deaf and blind and go to university and travel the world - what was I waiting for? Live is not meant to be a straight line linear progression. Life is a sine wave - there are ups and downs, sometimes dramatic ones - which take all our force to navigate. It is a question of understanding how to enjoy the up and use the knowledge that that upward motion can not be long in coming to get through any down turn that may present itself. It is all a matter of perspective after all. The key is to keep your eye on the goal and see it as already won. Troubles come and go and we learn by our mistakes, yet we all ultimately overcome obstacles through vision, hope, love, gratitude, and persistence. It is all too easy to give up when life becomes difficult. Yet nothing is impossible if you believe that you have a way out. The tragedy of suicide is that the person does not believe that things will ever get better - they have forgotten the sine wave. We live in a binary reality at present. If there is a down, there must be an up. This is something every one needs to keep somewhere close at hand in case of emergency. Perhaps there should be a "Despair Kit". Vulnerable individuals need to make sure that they stock some container with some of the "Thank You" notes, letters of appreciation (or e-mails), awards or other such meaningful items so that in times of great sadness, they can be reassured that they matter, that their loss would be a great tragedy. Everyone has had those kind of times during their lifetime. If you haven't yet, you will. A time where there seemed to be no way out. I remember reading about Robin Williams, one of the finest natural comedians, whose work I have long enjoyed. The article said that Robin has suffered from depression. At the time, it amazed me. Yet, thinking back over some of the low points in my life, I can easily understand how difficult life can become. When in one of those great low valleys of life, it is impossible to see one's way out. It feels like this: He found the pill bottle in the medicine cabinet. His head was pounding. He looked at his face in the mirror, his eyes were slightly swollen from crying. He looked awful. He had never really thought he was that attractive. No wonder Alison hadn't wanted him! He thought. He felt like he was being pulled down, like water down a drain, swirling, his will to go on disappearing. He wondered who would miss him, if he weren't around. His parents had called for the first month, once a week, but he hadn't heard from them this month. Egan was rooming with him, but he was out most of the time, and had found new friends. He was out with them now and Lee felt alone, so alone. But worse, he felt empty inside, like he had lost himself, like he had taken a wrong turn and didn't know where he was or how to get back to where he should be. He had a sudden vision and saw himself back at the end of August, driving his car through her neighbourhood. Would things be different now if he had stopped at Alison’s house? He somehow thought they might be. It had felt wrong not to do it. How stupid he had been! Now he couldn't get a hold of her. Maybe she wouldn't talk to him anyway. He uncapped the bottle and shook the tablets into his left hand. Several spilled out and he looked at them. What if I didn't just take two? What if I took them all? Would I die? Would that be better? He chose two with his right hand and threw them back into his throat, then grabbed the water glass and flushed them on their way. He put the others back into the bottle and recapped it. He sat down, his back against the wall. He thought of all the things that had gone wrong in his life lately. He knew he had done some things right but that seemed so far away. All the mistakes were piling up in his mind. They built a tower, a fortress and he seemed locked somewhere inside. He felt hopeless, he didn't know how to go forward and he couldn't go back. He felt like he was in a small box, suffocating, with no way out and no help. He looked at the tablets in the bottle and dropped several into his left hand. The bottle was brand new. He lifted his left hand and threw the tablets into his throat and washed them down with water. Then he shook more tablets into his hand and repeated the process. He kept doing it until there were no tablets left in the bottle. Then he lay down on the floor and sobbed. The character, Lee, is found by Egan and gets help. But it is a scene that some among us can easily relate too. We need to be sure to cultivate gratitude for the good things that come our way on a daily basis as a sort of tool kit, an element of one's armour against despair. Unaware of the ebb and flow of life, Lee is caught unprepared to deal with his difficulties. We need to be prepared for those down times . Who can we reach out to for help?, How will we manage when things don't go right? What are the hopes and dreams that sustain us? As Lee recovers, he gains more insight into himself and takes a risk (calling Alison) which he could not take before. This act of courage allows Lee to ultimately connect with his own strength, talents, and purpose in life. (excerpt from the unreleased book Clepsydra) While studying German, I was enthralled with the work of Franz Kafka. Especially in German it has a simplicity and a truth that is wholly compelling. Kafka was an office worker by day and wrote all night. I wondered at his compulsion to write then. Now I fully understand it. I thought I would share one of the many (many) stories I am working on for a new e-book this summer.
Five Cryptic Messages And there were five sitting there, always five. She thought it odd. Why would that be? Every time she came home from work there were five smooth white stones right in front of her door. She would sweep them away, sometimes puzzled, sometimes irritated. But like clockwork, they would be there again when she returned. It was becoming troubling. Every day for the last week, it had happened. Stones wouldn’t be moving themselves, so who was doing this? She could have blamed the event on neighbourhood children but her neighbourhood didn’t have children. At first she thought one of her friends might be playing a prank yet no one had confessed to it. Who on earth would have the time and the ability to do such a small thing with such persistance? She couldn’t see old Mr. Hendricks from across the street being the culprit. He had been confined to a wheelchair since his car accident two years ago. She would see him being wheeled about by his live-in nurse, a woman in her forties with greying brown hair always done up in a bun. Hardly someone who would bother to leave rocks at a neighbour's door, Justine thought. There was the neighbour to the right, Rayna Makepeace. Justine had not always gotten on well with Rayna, truth be told. Lately they had mended the rift between them and had even had some pleasant conversations over the hedge that had caused so many problems five years ago when Justine’s then live-in wanted to cut it down. It was Rayna’s pride and joy. The rose hedge needed a lot of upkeep, which Justine’s lifestyle was simply not equipped to provide. Once Justine had admitted that to Rayna, her neighbour had offered to caretake the hedge, if Justine would allow it to remain. The issue settled, the two women found many things they had in common. No, Rayna was not a likely suspect either. On the left was Judge Barker’s house, which he let out to his daughter, while he and his wife were away on their extended vacation. His daughter was doing an advanced degree in bio-chemistry and being quite a studious young woman was not given to pranks and partying. She was quiet and spent most of her time indoors, working on her thesis. With the most immediate neighbours unlikely suspects, who then could it be? Justine wondered as she drove home if they would be there today. She had actually thought of using a black marker to put a spot on the rocks so that she could see if they were exactly the same rocks as before. Although on reflection she supposed that it would not matter at all if they were. The question was not what, but who and more importantly, why? She turned right at the traffic light and drove the speed limit down the avenue, which would turn onto her street. The “welcome to my garage” houses that had been built after her street had stood as the lone street in the now growing subdivision, were not her style. A large red ball bounced onto the street fifteen feet ahead of her and she slowed down, watching for children. Two boys raced out into the street then and Justine was glad she had slowed. She waited but no more children came. Her street had no children at all, something she was glad of. She resumed her speed and turned right at the next intersection. Dundsten Street, the sign read. She proceeded to the fourth house on the left, waving to Rayna as she turned into her own driveway. She collected her briefcase and walked up to the porch. She saw them then: five stones in a circle directly in front of her door. She sighed. What will happen if I leave them there? She stepped carefully over them and opened the door with the key. The next morning she stepped over them and left for work. She was intrigued to know whether they would remain alone or whether there would be ten stones upon her return. The day was incredibly busy and she could hardly believe it when she looked up to see the clock say five-thirty. No wonder it was so quiet! Everyone else was gone! She laughed at herself, gathered up her briefcase and skipped down the steps to the parking lot. On the way home, she enjoyed the sunshine and some quiet soulful jazz music. It was only when she pulled into the driveway that she remembered her interest in seeing how many stones would greet her today. She peered up the steps and stopped, shocked. There was a pattern of stones extending the length of her porch. She walked carefully around the stones at first perceiving nothing but the multitude of white stones arranged oddly on the grey porch boards. Then letters were recognizable and from the letters, words. “ O, I thought you would never join in the dance!” It read clearly. Justine felt a chill run up her spine. Who was doing this? Maybe if she went along with it… would she be able to find out? Dear person,
I am your body. I’d like your attention for a minute because I have a something to tell you. Okay, here goes… I have a job to do. Just so we are clear on this. I have a job to do and you are making it hard for me to do my job, sometimes. I know that some things taste good. But that doesn’t mean that they are good. If they taste good but don’t give me what I need to do my job – I can’t do my job! What is my job? To make new cells. I make new cells every day (or rather every night while you sleep) I make blood cells, hair cells, skin cells, cells inside your organs, all kinds of cells. I help you to grow. And I make repairs every night. If you fall and bruise or cut yourself – I fix that a bit each day, until it is as good as new. When you have soft drinks, eat candy, chips, cookies, or other “empty” calories, I can’t do my job well. Especially if you eat those things instead of healthy food. Now I want you to take your copy of that stupid food guide that you have somewhere and shred it - it won't explain what I really need. That thing was written to promote the food industry, that is why it has categories like dairy on it. You really don't need all the items the food industry keeps pushing on you. It's better to think in terms of vitamins and minerals. I definitely need proteins and carbohydrates too, but you already know that. I need Vitamin A for your eyes, skin, and hair – so eat carrots for snacks. I need Vitamin C and E to help repair cells and keep you healthy – so eat oranges and fish. I need Vitamin D to help keep you healthy too – that is sunshine. So get outside and get some sunshine and fresh air, whenever you can! Vitamin K is from fresh green leafy veggies and I need that to keep your blood working well. Iron is in spinach, that is important for red blood cells. I need Vitamin B for so many things:
One more thing: Due to some of the things happening in the food industry that should not be happening, there are many toxins in your food. Buy organic! Or better, get off your growing assets and plant a garden – then you will know exactly what is in your food. Food should give you energy, an energy that lasts, and fill you up. When there are no nutrients in your food, your food makes you hungrier and you eat too much! When there are toxins in your food, I have to store those things in fat and it isn't good. What I really don’t need is exactly what you keep feeding me! So stop it! Please and thank you, Signed, Your Body |
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