Question: Can we shift from endless war to . . . not a vapid “peace,” but instead, to intense, immense creativity? Because that’s what’s required of us now.
And what would that look like, or better, what would that feel like for each of us? Well, how about this for starters: simply re-imagine the meaning of an atomic bomb blast as occurring inside each of our lives, BURSTING US INTO ALIVENESS.
Which means: once we get ourselves unstuck, we will take our rightful place as conscious vessels for the divine energy of LOVE, which fills and fuels all of creation, generously and continuously conceiving, birthing, growing, blooming, decaying, dying — ALL TEMPORARY FORMS, including our own bodies. We, however, our souls, are immortal, each a beloved, cherished aspect of the divine.
On this Memorial Day 2021, let us begin to remember exactly that.
DECEMBER 2, 1942
DECEMBER 19, 1942
From Chapter One, opening paragraph, of yet unpublished autobiography of my first 30 years, A Soul’s Journey:
Head first, intensely alive, the girl-child slips quickly through the birth canal into harsh mechanized light. Birth is a shock. She screams. It is 8:02 AM Central War Time, December 19, 19842, in Fort Sam Houston Hospital, san Antonio. Outside the sun is rising.
Sharing the same birthtime, these two events are linked. What was born during that time shares the quality of that time. No matter where it occurred. No matter how large or small. No matter. No thing matters; only the links between them do. the patterns they show. Shimmering, reverberating, light shows, E=MC square. Matter converts to energy. And energy, Blake knew, is “eternal delight.”
“This story begins with the binding of one small child’s energy into matter, a long, slow, painful process. Energy, Blake’s “eternal delight,'” was to freeze into a stiff, fearful little body, obedient.
Is this baby moose, photo captured a few days ago in her Alaska back yard by my niece Clare, “a fearful little body, stiff, obedient?” NO. This little newborn is living according to its nature, just as is its exhausted mom nonchalantly nuzzles her child while lying down with a branch across her neck.
My brother John texted us that photo. Which inspired a response from sister Paula:
Yes. Let us re-imagine our lives, beginning with a transformed manner of comprehending what happened under the Chicago bleachers. Humanity has managed to burst open the atom. That’s on the mere material plane.
Look at the same phenomenon energetically; re-imagine it as occurring inside each of us, loosening whatever is stuck in there from lifetimes of F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) that have locked into our bodies from centuries and lifetimes of abuse, control, and oppression. Let us burst our way free. FREE to be ME. Each of us, and all together. NOW.
WELCOME TO THE OCEANIC TIDES OF DIVINE LOVE THAT HOLD AND HEAL THE UNIVERSE, HARNESSING THE INTENSE UNLEASHED ALIVENESS OF WE HUMAN BEINGS AS CHANNELS.