Love before me
Love behind me Love at my left Love at my right Love above me Love below me Love onto me Love in my surroundings Love to all Love to the Universe |
Peace before me
Peace behind me Peace at my left Peace at my right Peace above me Peace below me Peace onto me Peace in my surroundings Peace to all Peace to the Universe |
Light before me
Light behind me Light at my left Light at my right Light above me Light below me Light onto me Light in my surroundings Light to all Light to the Universe
...Namaste.
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Tuesday, May 28, 2013
The Prayer of Love, Light and Peace
Ode To Risky...A Remembrance.
Ahh, Risky. You were the surprise we never saw coming.
I remember it as a cold January morning in 2002. Philip came running to awaken me. I was groggy as he excitedly exclaimed, "hurry! You've got to see this! You won't believe it!" I dragged myself outside in the crisp air to see two puppies nestled into mama Terra's belly. I dropped my mouth open in total disbelief of what I saw. "Are you kidding me? When did Terra get pregnant?? And who exactly is the father?" We only had speculations on which dog it could have been but wasn't sure. But more importantly, we had been dragging her on walks and runs, and just thought she had gained a little weight from the extra food, but had no idea that she was bearing two pups. That hit us completely sideways.
Well of course, Philip's first reaction was to say that we couldn't afford three dogs, so we tried finding homes for the fluffy furries. However, one stayed...and Kai named that one Risky, forever to be his pup.
Well time passed and the dog grew to be smarter than his mama. Lucky thing too, because we needed a guard dog. Risky grew to be the beautiful labrador-looking specimen that I had wanted ( I actually wanted a chocolate lab, but he was close enough). We ran on a number of trails, but I spent more time with Terra, while Philip ended up running Terra more often, though we took them both out a number of times. What good times...I feel bad that Risky's hip health began to decline, but it never seemed to cut into his happiness. What a happy and smiley dog. He will be missed.
I remember it as a cold January morning in 2002. Philip came running to awaken me. I was groggy as he excitedly exclaimed, "hurry! You've got to see this! You won't believe it!" I dragged myself outside in the crisp air to see two puppies nestled into mama Terra's belly. I dropped my mouth open in total disbelief of what I saw. "Are you kidding me? When did Terra get pregnant?? And who exactly is the father?" We only had speculations on which dog it could have been but wasn't sure. But more importantly, we had been dragging her on walks and runs, and just thought she had gained a little weight from the extra food, but had no idea that she was bearing two pups. That hit us completely sideways.
Well of course, Philip's first reaction was to say that we couldn't afford three dogs, so we tried finding homes for the fluffy furries. However, one stayed...and Kai named that one Risky, forever to be his pup.
Well time passed and the dog grew to be smarter than his mama. Lucky thing too, because we needed a guard dog. Risky grew to be the beautiful labrador-looking specimen that I had wanted ( I actually wanted a chocolate lab, but he was close enough). We ran on a number of trails, but I spent more time with Terra, while Philip ended up running Terra more often, though we took them both out a number of times. What good times...I feel bad that Risky's hip health began to decline, but it never seemed to cut into his happiness. What a happy and smiley dog. He will be missed.
The initiation of ownership.
It begins.
I know I could say a lot of things here as I enter into a new realm of consciousness, which is commensurate with deeply knowing ones identity within oneself, both personally, and in the world. If there is any desire to allow the ritual of entrepreneurship to enter at all, then there must be a true willingness to perform at a level whose tree bears fruit.
As I plan and prepare, it all seems so doable and as if I'm a lot farther along when suddenly...I get an email from someone on my health coaching site, asking for someone to send them their free book.
My Integrative Nutrition program generated an automatic email response to alert me of website traffic, and how to round up leads that I collect on my site. It was incredibly fascinating to hear the tapes at that point that ran in my head, the backdrop tune playing as I sang the words...where is my finished client binder? What will I give these clients to keep them? How do I prepare and utilize these materials while organizing and planning their sessions? When will I have time to plan versus orchestrate the session? How do I close a package deal that offers the client the six month program pack?
In a word, a current of FEAR ran through me. I think for a moment that I was truly scared to give anything at all, and this was probably single-handedly, the piece that was keeping me from having a stable of clients flowing thru my doors.
Also, when we first embark on an adventure, neither do we know where it will take us, nor do we always trust the signs and outcomes we do achieve. For example, I had a busy client schedule for the last two weeks and I found myself to be overwhelmed by the influx of new energies along with what still needed revisioning, and I ended up using the model to design pages and paperwork that had not even been invented...I keep saying I would find a sort of balance but was forced back into pre-production, because too much had been left undone.
And so if I want my initiation and learning phase to be complete in order to allow a pathway of clients to enter, I need to accept my fear as something that will exist in even the most comfortable moments, if I wish to achieve success with a new paradigm.
I know I could say a lot of things here as I enter into a new realm of consciousness, which is commensurate with deeply knowing ones identity within oneself, both personally, and in the world. If there is any desire to allow the ritual of entrepreneurship to enter at all, then there must be a true willingness to perform at a level whose tree bears fruit.
As I plan and prepare, it all seems so doable and as if I'm a lot farther along when suddenly...I get an email from someone on my health coaching site, asking for someone to send them their free book.
My Integrative Nutrition program generated an automatic email response to alert me of website traffic, and how to round up leads that I collect on my site. It was incredibly fascinating to hear the tapes at that point that ran in my head, the backdrop tune playing as I sang the words...where is my finished client binder? What will I give these clients to keep them? How do I prepare and utilize these materials while organizing and planning their sessions? When will I have time to plan versus orchestrate the session? How do I close a package deal that offers the client the six month program pack?
In a word, a current of FEAR ran through me. I think for a moment that I was truly scared to give anything at all, and this was probably single-handedly, the piece that was keeping me from having a stable of clients flowing thru my doors.
Also, when we first embark on an adventure, neither do we know where it will take us, nor do we always trust the signs and outcomes we do achieve. For example, I had a busy client schedule for the last two weeks and I found myself to be overwhelmed by the influx of new energies along with what still needed revisioning, and I ended up using the model to design pages and paperwork that had not even been invented...I keep saying I would find a sort of balance but was forced back into pre-production, because too much had been left undone.
And so if I want my initiation and learning phase to be complete in order to allow a pathway of clients to enter, I need to accept my fear as something that will exist in even the most comfortable moments, if I wish to achieve success with a new paradigm.
A Letter to my Culminating Son.
Dear Kai,
I hope this letter finds you in as wonderful, exhilarated and ecstatic mood as I am in. I cannot believe how far you've come, and it is all just hitting me now in this shower of Love and pride, mixed with a tinge of sadness and longing for a time I'll never get back.
You were the most beautiful baby to me, so calm and easy going. I didn't think anyone really had it this easy with a child, but here you were, sitting with me while I cooked and drank tea, listening to Mozart. Who knew you'd grow up so well and youthful, enjoying each moment and not trying to grow up faster than your age. You are still like that. You aren't into fast cars, girls or violent video games. You aren't trying to date or be in fashion. You care about important things like spirituality and animals and drawing. You're okay going to a therapist for healthy mental balance. You don't wait for a problem to manifest, you think about it ahead of time. You found a passion for multimedia design and Muy Thai, and you have a best friend you've had since preschool, which I am more than amazed and pleased with. If anything, your father and I gave you the calmest life we knew how, and I hope you feel you've benefited from it too.
Here it is, the moment we've all waited for: high school. There were moments when I doubted myself as a parent, especially being a teacher, feeling that I hadn't done all that I could do to be the best for you, and to help you academically. I felt I've always been too busy with my own life, trying to find a way to make ends meet, selfishly ending a relationship because I was worried about me and what you would grow up dealing with, instead of thinking that maybe you would have loved the chance to at least live through hearing your parents argue. Maybe the money was not as important as spending more time with you. I knew those things. But everytime I asked you if I was doing enough as a mom, you lovingly hugged me and said that you were perfectly happy, no matter whether that was the truth or not.
Your entire early years were spent with me as a teacher in training with my credentialing program. I toiled to be able to afford some kind of life for us, and I got a masters for it. I hope I've made you proud with my accomplishments. I hope it inspires you to one day pursue the highest goal possible. I wished that I could have gotten my schooling done before you were born but I hope that you can forgive me for spending so much time on this. Again, I hope I've made you proud.
So that time has come and gone. I no longer have that chance to return to that time and replay or fix any mistakes. All I have is the opportunity to be a more amazing mother who has learned from her mistakes and her own need to improve herself, while being a parent.
As high school begins, I am looking forward to experiencing all the grandest experiences with you. I am hopeful that you become my workout partner in the gym and my X2 buddy in Six Flags. I hope to walk you into your first job and visit your first college campus with you. I plan to hand you your first keys to your first car and help you into your first dorm room. I hope to see you finish a college with high honors and become the artist, multimedia designer and entrepreneur/spiritual leader you have always been meant to become. I support all that you choose to become in life... I hope to hold your firstborn in my arms and bless the child for being born as I embrace your wife. I intend to see every success with you, and be a greater mom than what I was able to accomplish in this first half of your life, though you seem to have turned out exceedingly well.
Kai Gabriel Dunn, my son and best friend, I love you and I am so so proud as a parent and as an individual who sees you in your highest Light, and I don't think I can be more grateful to have you as a son, and to be able to call you my own.
Much, much Love,
Your Mother
I hope this letter finds you in as wonderful, exhilarated and ecstatic mood as I am in. I cannot believe how far you've come, and it is all just hitting me now in this shower of Love and pride, mixed with a tinge of sadness and longing for a time I'll never get back.
You were the most beautiful baby to me, so calm and easy going. I didn't think anyone really had it this easy with a child, but here you were, sitting with me while I cooked and drank tea, listening to Mozart. Who knew you'd grow up so well and youthful, enjoying each moment and not trying to grow up faster than your age. You are still like that. You aren't into fast cars, girls or violent video games. You aren't trying to date or be in fashion. You care about important things like spirituality and animals and drawing. You're okay going to a therapist for healthy mental balance. You don't wait for a problem to manifest, you think about it ahead of time. You found a passion for multimedia design and Muy Thai, and you have a best friend you've had since preschool, which I am more than amazed and pleased with. If anything, your father and I gave you the calmest life we knew how, and I hope you feel you've benefited from it too.
Here it is, the moment we've all waited for: high school. There were moments when I doubted myself as a parent, especially being a teacher, feeling that I hadn't done all that I could do to be the best for you, and to help you academically. I felt I've always been too busy with my own life, trying to find a way to make ends meet, selfishly ending a relationship because I was worried about me and what you would grow up dealing with, instead of thinking that maybe you would have loved the chance to at least live through hearing your parents argue. Maybe the money was not as important as spending more time with you. I knew those things. But everytime I asked you if I was doing enough as a mom, you lovingly hugged me and said that you were perfectly happy, no matter whether that was the truth or not.
Your entire early years were spent with me as a teacher in training with my credentialing program. I toiled to be able to afford some kind of life for us, and I got a masters for it. I hope I've made you proud with my accomplishments. I hope it inspires you to one day pursue the highest goal possible. I wished that I could have gotten my schooling done before you were born but I hope that you can forgive me for spending so much time on this. Again, I hope I've made you proud.
So that time has come and gone. I no longer have that chance to return to that time and replay or fix any mistakes. All I have is the opportunity to be a more amazing mother who has learned from her mistakes and her own need to improve herself, while being a parent.
As high school begins, I am looking forward to experiencing all the grandest experiences with you. I am hopeful that you become my workout partner in the gym and my X2 buddy in Six Flags. I hope to walk you into your first job and visit your first college campus with you. I plan to hand you your first keys to your first car and help you into your first dorm room. I hope to see you finish a college with high honors and become the artist, multimedia designer and entrepreneur/spiritual leader you have always been meant to become. I support all that you choose to become in life... I hope to hold your firstborn in my arms and bless the child for being born as I embrace your wife. I intend to see every success with you, and be a greater mom than what I was able to accomplish in this first half of your life, though you seem to have turned out exceedingly well.
Kai Gabriel Dunn, my son and best friend, I love you and I am so so proud as a parent and as an individual who sees you in your highest Light, and I don't think I can be more grateful to have you as a son, and to be able to call you my own.
Much, much Love,
Your Mother
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Relationship of Initiation
It took courage and heart to be in a toxic relationship, as much as it did to be in one that espoused high spiritual truths. The balancing of energies that must take place regardless of the type of relationship we find ourselves in, is part of the expansion of consciousness one goes through in order to find self worth.
In my spiritual relationship, I found that it took an incredible amount of time, energy, patience and discipline to render. That was the downside. In addition to this, if ever there were a psychic imbalance or disconnection, it would take some doused discipline to heal and clear it. The plus side is that I always had someone available to ground me and hold space for me when I did clearing work for others. The one thing I needed to know about myself is whether or not I had learned the lessons with him and the work that I needed to learn. This could only be done alone.
In the toxic relationship, I was berated, attacked and treated as a punching bag. I came to the realization that, after being called names for yet the umpteenth time, that, not only did I not consider myself a victim, but that I had built up a better sense of self esteem than what I was showing the world.
The toxicity cleared only after a series of tests and trials. I knew I couldn't go to the next level if I never responded to the call for expansion. My initiation into my higher self was only catapulted by having some intense occurrences appear. This did not only occur in my personal life, but in workplace situations as well.
People say that one should just leave the toxic situation and to not expect the person or situation would change. Well so far, I've never seen a situation in my life improve by giving up.
In my spiritual relationship, I found that it took an incredible amount of time, energy, patience and discipline to render. That was the downside. In addition to this, if ever there were a psychic imbalance or disconnection, it would take some doused discipline to heal and clear it. The plus side is that I always had someone available to ground me and hold space for me when I did clearing work for others. The one thing I needed to know about myself is whether or not I had learned the lessons with him and the work that I needed to learn. This could only be done alone.
In the toxic relationship, I was berated, attacked and treated as a punching bag. I came to the realization that, after being called names for yet the umpteenth time, that, not only did I not consider myself a victim, but that I had built up a better sense of self esteem than what I was showing the world.
The toxicity cleared only after a series of tests and trials. I knew I couldn't go to the next level if I never responded to the call for expansion. My initiation into my higher self was only catapulted by having some intense occurrences appear. This did not only occur in my personal life, but in workplace situations as well.
People say that one should just leave the toxic situation and to not expect the person or situation would change. Well so far, I've never seen a situation in my life improve by giving up.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
The Magic and Miracle of Manifestation.
Rosaries and Malas are ONE.
The power of manifestation can happen with a simple prayer, meditation or intention. How focused one is, or in history, how focused a group has been, on a particular prayer or mantra has given it its power. To make something potent and rich with meaning is a tool that has been used throughout the course of humankind. Bringing this simple practice into focus is the one thing we can do to enrich our life.
Have we seen the power of an idea coming into fruition? A fervent prayer being answered? A meditation opening doors we didn't know would open? Only to knock, is to have someone answer.
I remember first truly recognizing the power of manifestation rocking my life when I became knee deep in the world of the novena. I remember struggling with money. The thought is so clear as yesterday. I needed work and fast, so I decided to do a novena. A novena is 9 rosaries either said on the hour or every day at the same hour daily, and devoted to a particular saint that governs the particular area of concern that needs addressing.
So I decide to do a 9 hour novena to St. Jude, who governs the impossible. I didn't think it possible to get exactly what I desired in such short order, but I decided to try it anyway, as I was desperate.
At the ninth hour of fervent prayer, I get a phone call to be paid for some backstage work at the theatre I sometimes worked for when there were gigs available. It wasn't a regular stream of income until the summer, and we were in the middle of November! So I learned the power of intense intention and meditation on that goal.
The thing I noticed was that my mind was deeply involved during that entire time on what my needs were. Even my partner at the time was very surprised (and wanted to rule it off on coincidence, but I didn't let him).
Most recently (yesterday), I did a series of mantras that served to expand several areas of my life, in particular, enhancement of my relationship. Today, I saw a huge improvement in how Michael spoke to me and related to each of our needs as a couple. I was not only astonished, but impressed at how quickly mantra works in my life. In addition to this, I keep myself energetically aligned with earth grid. This alone helps to speed up the process of manifestation. If Melchiezedek could see me now.
Nowadays I'm a yogini and mala girl, so I practice doing frequent mantra work to help align me with the goal of my needs and desires. It is always something of great purpose that helps not only me, but others as well, for their Best and Highest Good. If it isn't for everything, then we've missed the point of this new age of collective consciousness.
The power of manifestation can happen with a simple prayer, meditation or intention. How focused one is, or in history, how focused a group has been, on a particular prayer or mantra has given it its power. To make something potent and rich with meaning is a tool that has been used throughout the course of humankind. Bringing this simple practice into focus is the one thing we can do to enrich our life.
Have we seen the power of an idea coming into fruition? A fervent prayer being answered? A meditation opening doors we didn't know would open? Only to knock, is to have someone answer.
I remember first truly recognizing the power of manifestation rocking my life when I became knee deep in the world of the novena. I remember struggling with money. The thought is so clear as yesterday. I needed work and fast, so I decided to do a novena. A novena is 9 rosaries either said on the hour or every day at the same hour daily, and devoted to a particular saint that governs the particular area of concern that needs addressing.
So I decide to do a 9 hour novena to St. Jude, who governs the impossible. I didn't think it possible to get exactly what I desired in such short order, but I decided to try it anyway, as I was desperate.
At the ninth hour of fervent prayer, I get a phone call to be paid for some backstage work at the theatre I sometimes worked for when there were gigs available. It wasn't a regular stream of income until the summer, and we were in the middle of November! So I learned the power of intense intention and meditation on that goal.
The thing I noticed was that my mind was deeply involved during that entire time on what my needs were. Even my partner at the time was very surprised (and wanted to rule it off on coincidence, but I didn't let him).
Most recently (yesterday), I did a series of mantras that served to expand several areas of my life, in particular, enhancement of my relationship. Today, I saw a huge improvement in how Michael spoke to me and related to each of our needs as a couple. I was not only astonished, but impressed at how quickly mantra works in my life. In addition to this, I keep myself energetically aligned with earth grid. This alone helps to speed up the process of manifestation. If Melchiezedek could see me now.
Nowadays I'm a yogini and mala girl, so I practice doing frequent mantra work to help align me with the goal of my needs and desires. It is always something of great purpose that helps not only me, but others as well, for their Best and Highest Good. If it isn't for everything, then we've missed the point of this new age of collective consciousness.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Church.
Ah, the four walls of Jesus' domain for the believers are upon me.
The pastor comes in after a rousing song of sweet praise for the Lord. Pastor walks over, wiping his brow, a look of consternation on his face after a truly beautiful scripture-based lesson on Love was taught. He talked about marriage and divorce, and how the nature of Love is only real if demonstrated by acts that show that person's Love, whether they want to or not. Well, I have to say, he inspired my emotions and made me feel something I hadn't originally felt for my mate. Jubilant yelling interspersed with prayerful listening brought a vibrant ebb and flow to the congregation. Pastor Terry was masterful at getting the group to exalt with vigor and obeisance. Throughout the entire "show," I stolidly glanced around the room, probably feeling just a bit out of place, for I was not raised with Juba dancing, but instead, silent, still reflection. I must've appeared as a monk, with my posture.
After that moment passed, he came down off the pulpit from his yelling, singing and begging us to help him with praise and clapping. "I can't get any help in here!" He'd humorously exclaim. His voice became hushed, and he approached us, looking at us each in the eyes. He called us to believe, and if we wanted to invite Jesus into our life and make a testimony, the time was just then.
Complete silence.
He then asked which of us were going to Heaven, and that we could not believe in anything else but Jesus to get there. After looking around the room, it had appeared that everyone raised their hand, including me, the multi-denominational heathen who didn't have a church home, who wasn't Baptist, who wasn't even Catholic anymore by definition of the church, who was a nonbeliever under the authority of the Baptist church, who was (probably appearing to be) an other god-worshiping, Shamanic journeying (freak?) who has a hard time being told exactly what to believe...how was I going to get to Heaven?
The road to Heaven is narrow, and the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. What is the road to having compassion for all people paved with?
The pastor comes in after a rousing song of sweet praise for the Lord. Pastor walks over, wiping his brow, a look of consternation on his face after a truly beautiful scripture-based lesson on Love was taught. He talked about marriage and divorce, and how the nature of Love is only real if demonstrated by acts that show that person's Love, whether they want to or not. Well, I have to say, he inspired my emotions and made me feel something I hadn't originally felt for my mate. Jubilant yelling interspersed with prayerful listening brought a vibrant ebb and flow to the congregation. Pastor Terry was masterful at getting the group to exalt with vigor and obeisance. Throughout the entire "show," I stolidly glanced around the room, probably feeling just a bit out of place, for I was not raised with Juba dancing, but instead, silent, still reflection. I must've appeared as a monk, with my posture.
After that moment passed, he came down off the pulpit from his yelling, singing and begging us to help him with praise and clapping. "I can't get any help in here!" He'd humorously exclaim. His voice became hushed, and he approached us, looking at us each in the eyes. He called us to believe, and if we wanted to invite Jesus into our life and make a testimony, the time was just then.
Complete silence.
He then asked which of us were going to Heaven, and that we could not believe in anything else but Jesus to get there. After looking around the room, it had appeared that everyone raised their hand, including me, the multi-denominational heathen who didn't have a church home, who wasn't Baptist, who wasn't even Catholic anymore by definition of the church, who was a nonbeliever under the authority of the Baptist church, who was (probably appearing to be) an other god-worshiping, Shamanic journeying (freak?) who has a hard time being told exactly what to believe...how was I going to get to Heaven?
The road to Heaven is narrow, and the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. What is the road to having compassion for all people paved with?
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