Finding and USING the Key

big-print-small-details-wwwIn recent days, friends have written wondering about my thoughts and feelings after the US elections given that my choice was to remain silent about it on social media. Like you, I’m all too aware of the agendas and issues facing humanity, but the fact is that nothing in my life has changed since the moment three 3-decades ago when I agreed ‘To be a catalyst for change, for Love’. Despite high internal and external odds, and ‘costs’ that defy most people’s imagination, I continue to live my Purpose on purpose.

Don’t make the error of thinking this image suggests that I’m feeling stopped or at a ‘dead end’!  Au contraire.

My path is shared with Re-Members of a Consciousness cabal, an audacious tribe of intrepid travellers and trailblazers, each uniquely committed to bringing new light wherever this incarnational Journey leads us. When this Path brings us such a notice, it’s a source of information, not a sign to quit or turn back.  Look closely at this picture, and it’s clear that whoever built the sign on the invisible fence is a member of my tribe. Why? Because the builder, clearly ‘a-dues-paid-in-full’ soul, knew that it’s the travellers job to open their way, and there, in plain sight, blocking the ‘C’, they left five keys.

They provided more than what was necessary to open the way, they safeguarded their property, made sure seekers would become finders, as well as to help insure the safety of those who don’t pay attention to small stuff and are unlikely to be prepared for the journey ahead.

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Learning: Stardust Stirring for Sustainability

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We need your help. We mere mortals hold the essence of life in our hands; water, light and the Children who will soon inherit this responsibility. Tragically, too many are opting out, abdicating rather than accepting a legacy they see no possible way of dealing with.

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Wisdom Catalysing a Cascade of Thought

5This morning there was a notice in my email inbox of a piece of writing shared by someone I’m connected with through InterNations, a great social connection for expats and people who spend significant time in cities around the world. While I’m awaiting his permission to share this powerful and beautiful poem, the following thoughts immediately flew from my heart to move my fingers:

It’s tragic that so many people are seeking for what they yearn for outside their own skin, heart, head and spirit, utterly unaware that the desire to belong, to be known and know, to be loved and love, is an internal quest. It’s time to call an end to the Fool’s Errand  that so many supposed ‘guides’ get us to pay for, sending others out to find the Fountain of You, blindfolded by neediness and greed so the Fountain of You remains undiscovered, it’s potential unoptimised. To harness the passion that flows from the Field of Loving Compassion is the purpose of the gift we call life.

Permission granted! Here’s J. Sam Barr’s poem. Thank you Sam for such a lovely gift from your heart.

Daybreak and it’s dawn of a new day;
as flora and fauna rejoice afresh
In the designs of creation and life’s way;
like the confusion of bonded mesh

A new day starts for many souls;
some in normalcy, some astray
It’s merely a place of flesh and ghouls;
still some are in complete disarray

In one place life accords abundance;
while in another it robs and plunders
In one place it’s sunny with no reluctance;
then over the horizon rain and thunder

In one home the cries of a newborn;
while in another death and sorrow
In one abode a bounty of grain and corn;
but in another destitution and no tomorrow

Many are blessed with security and shelter;
they reap plentifully and waste thoughtlessly
No far away rule poverty and helter skelter;
hunger, butchery, war and sheer misery

The weak and minute run from the mighty;
lest they become fodder and harshly trodden
No matter, for there’re always those more weighty;
they peck at will and devour with blood sodden

Single men are worth a million others;
no tether they are overwhelmed by avarice
Their meals worth a thousand portions of others;
strangely they still espouse injury and malice

Some preach selfless love, charity and devotion;
some promulgate war, destruction and obliteration
Some born frail, no limbs and need contraption;
some powerful, agile and speedy in mobilization

Those whose power wields such supremacy;
a single cruel word worth thousands of lives
But many whose shouts unheard, is normalcy;
some slaughtered yet somewhere a baby survives

There are those seeking cures for longevity;
still some slumber meekly awaiting death’s call
Others may exist in oblivion and marginal sanity;
but seeking eternal life here is the irony of it all.

Homeward Bound

Diversity is the only product of unity.
Peace is the dynamic by-product of U
nity’s ultimate expression, Love.
Compassion in action is the pulse of
experiences
that flow from genuine understanding.
heading home“Non-violence is not a garment to be put on and off at will. Its seat is in the heart, and it must be an inseparable part of our being.” –Mahatma Gandhi

Eight days in the Deep South and seeing a post on Martin Luther King that had the Gandhi quote on non-violence shared above, it seems worth taking a few minutes to share a couple of events and my overall experience here. In a few hours I’ll be checking out of the lovely Hilton Double Tree that our corporate travel agent booked me into for the final days of a great trip.

First, Southern Hospitality is far more than a concept; it’s a true experience! Everything I’ve ever heard or read about it has been demonstrated from the first person to the last. The first understanding of this came several hours after I arrived, hit with the realisation that I was thoroughly lost, the consequence of driving far longer and later than I should have. Going inside a petrol station to get directions, I asked the young man behind the counter if he could please help, and let me tell you, if we could bottle the “Yes ma’am”’s and use it for fuel, we’d end the fossil fuel crisis right now. Putting the map on the counter in front of us, he asked me to find ‘White Horse’. Not sure what was happening, I said “Let’s see if I can get my eyes to focus. I’m a bit too tired.” Looking at the small map out, he apologized and my heart broke when he said “I only learnt to read numbers.” From deep down came the words, “You know what, I love numbers. I work in mathematics and numbers are the universal language. Tell you what, you’re a lot smarter than you think you are.” The smile on his face and the light in his eyes lit the entire room, and my heart as he then wrote down every road number I needed to turn on to get to where I was going! Two bikers, obviously friends of his, opened both doors for me as I left, saying “Thank you ‘ma’am..”

The experience remains a clear reminder why education –the BeLonging Projects– is the soul reason that focuses my heart and brain, the BeLonging Projects the true purpose behind the ‘why’ of this trip.

Now, for those who need some food for thought, and a laugh…

Returning to Atlanta on Friday, Saturday was spent running a few errands, and I have to say that I’m still processing these few hours. While my hotel is lovely, it soon became clear that I’m the visible minority in the neighbourhood. In the two hours that I was alone and on the loose, I was the only white person I saw. My first stop, to fill the gas tank, required me to walk past a dishevelled man who was sitting on the curb at the entrance to the shop. When he asked for a dollar, I said “No, but I’ll take you over to Chick-a-filet and have lunch with you if you’re hungry on the condition that you tell me your story.” He immediately agreed. Oh my goodness… His story will take days to process, and tragically, it’s genesis was also in the failure of the education system.

The next stop was to a nearby Macy’s where the intent was to buy two new bras. Finding the lingerie department, I asked the woman for my brand, and after looking me up and down she asked, “Honey, do you know where you be?”

Laughing I said, “Well, when the plane landed the pilot said “Welcomed to Atlanta.”

She laughed and said “Sister, you are the first colour blind white girl I ever did meet. You ain’t gonna find nothing to fit you in this store, so here’s what I want you to do; get in yer car and get back to yer hotel and be safe. You can find underwear wherever you live. And remember, Jesus love you sweetie.”

His Mother asked the Question

dave pellOkay… I wasn’t going to post today, however, this morning while eating mangoes and fresh raspberries while reading my email, a post dropped into my ‘inbox’ from the blogosphere called ‘Medium’. The opening was so compelling that I had to read on, and more importantly, respond. This was due only in part given the fact that I am only two weeks home after spending most of the last five months in Israel. It was posted by a man named Dave Pell, who entitled his post, “My Mother has a question”.

The only memory more vivid than my six pointed hours weeping and ‘remembering’ while walking through the Holocaust in DC, is the haunting silence of Dachau. I understand why his parents had no need or desire to go past the front door.

On a recent trip to the US, I was horrified at the media’s anti-Israeli rant. To my heart, the sheet music for their notes of distain was anti-Semitism. Horrified to hear this cacophony audible once again, I realised how ‘anti-sentiments’, regardless of the ilk, run ad nauseam, viruses, highly contagious attitudes, that need only the fertile loam of an empty heart or brain to take root and grow.

I long ago gave up being a follower, a sheep. What I discovered is that leading from authenticity is a far more empowering place than the falsity of leadership that too often turns to ‘leadershit’, especially when entwined with the title “politician’. It’s for free people to claim their freedom, knowing that only when we exit the box of fear can we turn around, no longer being a follower who’s again led to the cliff where we’re easily pushed over the edge. This means learning to lead; it requires having clarity that fosters the courage, wellness and willingness to live noble values that arise in what we know to be ethically true and moral. It’s about realising that unity is simple but it’s the consequence of complex diversity. Understanding is the only thing that will take the razor sharp teeth out of projections, false shame and blame that is anchored in antiquated ethnic, religious, and political biases. All are tied to the repulsive nastiness of bigotry that takes root in narrow-minded attitudes which is covertly linked to like-mindedness, a closed system tied to a belief that they are ‘right’ and have the right to control.

Take a look at the kids born from two parents who are supposedly a ‘unity’ and it’s clear that unity only has one product; diversity. At the age of 11, I was smart enough to figure this out because it was clear that the five kids my parents brought into the world were all from different planets, and sad but true, the only time all our orbits ever intersected was at our parents funerals.
It’s time for the Human Family to start hearing what the politicians are really saying, and to no longer placate, roll over and play dumb while accepting the insanity of their politics thinking that Big Brother is going to keep them safe. There is too much purging going on in the world, most of it based on immoral legislation someone has laid down who thinks G-d is on their side; those who think they are chosen, special, or have the franchise to the front door to Heaven which of course entitles them to turn Earth into hell so that they can make money. This unholy union of politics, religion and business is called fascism.

Dave Pell’s mom was correct to ask the question. The problem as I see it is that too many keep living the question rather than going inside to find their answer and then to live that. When there’s no response to the question, clearly it’s time to ask a different question!

Promise without compromiseIt is time to make new choices and realise that while most of us don’t remember making a choice to come into this lifetime, it is a gift that presents us with an opportunity to choose. Unless we want the genocide and ethnic cleansing to continue, it’s time to police our own attitudes and stop confusing prejudicial rules that maim and kill with the Law of Love that only heals. It is time to accept that the reflection of ‘me’ is ‘we’. We all matter, for each and every one of us is made of the same thing, stardust, and are enjoined with The Source of all creation.

To read Dave Pell’s blog, click here.