Wahatoya Dreaming

Every political party

has a Pied Piper.

They will ask for your

power and your loyalty.

Wear ear plugs.

If you know that everything

is happening for the highest good,

if you know all experience supports

the highest good, bringing enlightenment

into all situations, if you know that every

scene in the Play of Life gives one

the opportunity to PREFER a more

peaceful stage to play upon, a more

loving outcome as we tread more lightly

and playfully upon the bedrock of

the Earth Mother.

If we know that we are returning Home

with every step that is taken by this

collective we call Humanity,

we need not pray.

The Heart of Source God is

the Un-prayer.

The Heart of Source breathed us,

prayed us into being and began to beat.

We Are the Prayer,

the Heart-beat of Source

so even as we stumble,

on purpose or by accident,

We Are the Prayer,

all of us, bar none.

Think about it.

Hope and Faith

require a belief that

without them we

cannot return to

Homeaven.

We are already there. 

We never left.

We thought we did but

that was illusion. 

Remember. 

We Are the Prayer.

No need to pray,

to be heard,

to plead on one’s knees,

to have hope,

to have faith.

We are the Prayer.

Stand up then and fly.

We are free.

Religions ask us to pray.

To be heard and saved

by their god.

There is nothing and no one

to save. 

We Are The Prayer.

“I don’t believe; I know.”  ~Carl Jung~

The Un-Prayer,

the pulse of Source

in the Silence that sees

Love in everyone

and everything

So in the quiet

Our Hand reaches out

to hold yours

Our clasp tingles

the Universe

into being

and you become

The Prayer

No thoughts

No words

invoking faith

or hope

Just the hug of inner light

illuminating your path

True Knowing

True Love

The Un-Prayer

(By Yen, Sydney’s Oversoul)

Profound Peace Meditation: (stay with this a few minutes until you are filled with Peace)

Breathe in Peace

Breathe out anything that is not Peace

Now, watch this:

“Everything that has happened and everything that will happen is exactly how it is supposed to be”  ~Laura Lillicotch~

As a child I was really shaped by the idea that I had to be “special” in order to “be” someone, to be worth something. That is the hardest story for me to shed. My mom groomed my sister and me to be dancers, to be mini me’s of herself. Both of us excelled at ballet, modern dance and jazz and I ended up dancing in the Paul Sanasardo Dance Company. I was able to let Spirit dance through me. When you do that you are no longer a body dancing. The energy transforms you and dazzles and electrifies the movement. One night while I was dancing at the ANTA Theatre on Broadway in 1972, after the show, Robert Joffrey walked up to me and told me he liked my dancing. He was the director of the highly acclaimed Joffrey Ballet Company. I didn’t know who he was at the time but my sister standing next to me knew him as she took classes there on 6th Avenue from his studios. After he left, she said to me: ” Do you know who that was? That was Robert Joffrey. He never tells dancers that.” Her mouth dropped open and stayed like that for awhile. I was still in a coma from a grueling night of transforming into an “energy werewolf” and tearing up the stage.

Later, I said to myself, “Oh my, I’m really in my element as a dancer.” I did find my Spirit Core as a dancer. Long story short, I was only 17 and 18 when I danced professionally and didn’t get a lot of support from the other dancers. One day, on summer tour, a fellow dancer and director of the company raked me over the coals for being late to help her teach a class. It was a brutal experience probably because most of my young life was brutal due to child abuse fueled by alcoholism. I went home, gained a hundred pounds and never returned to the professional stage.

The Story that still is so hard for me to shed is that of being “Special”. My wounded self tells me to this day that I am no-one if I do not make myself special in some way. This story is hideously heavy.

I don’t want this story anymore. My mind tells me that all people are special in their own way. The wisdom of higher mind tells me we are all equal. But my wounded child comes to me with blood for tears telling me she is a zero. I hold her in my heart and she finally relaxes. (The weeks in the hospital when she was only 6, blind from an eye operation with no family, in Switzerland where nurses spoke French above the bandages speaks volumes.)

As a child I knew the freedom of flying through the air over the earth, up in the clouds when I dreamt. I want that when I’m awake.

Can you live without stories?

After I left the professional dance world, I wrote a poem called, “The Light Filled”. I then tore it up and don’t remember the contents.

But I know this. I want to fill with light and I want to see that in the World. I want to see the Light fill everyone.

Can we do that without making stories out of experience?

Just all of us living life without a story line. No winners, no losers, no heroines, no villains. Or maybe we can just ride above the story line, not making anyone wrong or right, good or bad. I have to laugh. I think that’s because stories here on Earth bounce you off the good, the bad and the ugly for a reason. When we suffer our hearts open with a higher form of feeling called Compassion for self and therefore for others. We are no longer just a lone wolf. We are a pack, a tribe, a We-ness. A We-Ness, not a lonely zero within the vastness of existence. We are the We-ness within the Oneness. One for All and All for One. Here we can begin to prefer a level of detachment from the drama, to respond with love and light rather than the knee jerk reactions of emotional responses we have been implanted with since birth. Can we begin to treat each other the way we wish to be treated? Can we see past the pain of a traumatized humanity to relinquish those thoughts, beliefs and fears that lead to a deep unkindness?

If we can detach from the ingrained programming of control from governments, institutions and religions hell-bent on subjugating the human life force we can begin to evolve into a safer and happier world.

I’m beginning to feel a cool breeze on my face as my legs disappear into the flying bullet of my body, a streak of light, a bursting of joy as I fly through loving thoughts posing as clouds.

Sometimes it’s good to be unhealed.

Sometimes the only way to heal someone is to have some unhealed issues yourself.  This universe really has thought this one out.  

I think we are perfectly juxtaposed to each other in our relationships purposely with deliberate intention by a Force beyond our human understanding.  We are set up to evolve.  Ok, let me get to the point. I live with my daughter who has a partner who is an Ex-Con with ADD. (Lucky me) 

One afternoon recently he started to invite his friend in the house to play video games without a mask.  Yes, I’m probably immune due to my Thanksgiving Dance with Covid but I was driven to make the guy go to his car to don his mask. My daughter’s boyfriend told the guy he didn’t have to get the mask after I asked him to do so just to make sure because we don’t know much about the virus.  He was pissed that I was standing up for myself.  Knowing some of his belief systems and his macho tendencies regarding women, I got triggered after he strutted around like a rooster getting in my face, asking me why I was making a big deal out of it.  (Christ Consciousness…not in this lifetime!)  I drew my bow and arrow, aimed and hit all the wounds I knew still festered.  Later I felt bad that I had attacked him verbally. (When the Ascension Train comes in, will the door  close on me?) 

Ultimately, I met him at a level he could understand and he figured it’s too messy to mess with me.  Afterwards, he treated me deferentially and lo and behold got a job to contribute to the Tribe. 

So, while I  bite my nails and fret about attaining Christ Consciousness, my meltdown served a purpose.  My daughter’s boyfriend evolved a bit, healed a bit then what about me?

I have to get to a point where I can stand up for myself in non-reactionary mode. (I can hear Jesus of Nazareth’s soft, gentle laughter in the background.)  He, Himself, showed anger, spilling the coins of the money-changers in the Temples.

Sometimes it takes being a little unhealed in order to catalyze healing in others and vice-versa. This Macho Man with a “record” tested my ability to respond peacefully yet firmly in a positive way and boy did I fail or did I?

Nobody fails at life.

Where-ever we are in our journey home, we are perfectly placed in our unhealed brilliance to assist others and accept assistance on our walk home together.

A friend of mine once said that “Our Higher Selves are already Ascended.”  I feel that this might be right.  Is there a part of our Self that already sits in a flowery meadow with Jesus sharing “the Wisdom of the Christ” within our embrace? 

There is no time, ultimately.  Does that mean we can be both healed and unhealed simultaneously. 

Doesn’t the Wound lead to the Healing?

Maybe there isn’t anyone or anything to forgive in the first place.

Do viruses upgrade us spiritually?  When I got the Epstein-Barr Virus at the age of 39, my life was changed forever.  The natural strength of youth went kaput.  Muscle pain, migraines, brain fog became an everyday thing but something else changed.  I began to earnestly ask questions about the wisdom that always tried to sprout and grow inside of me.  I was too tired to decapitate the spiritual sprouts that would spring from me and there you go, through the maze of fog and pain, I started to again re-connect with my Soul and other Souls. I started to feel REAL COMPASSION for others through my own suffering.  I read a lot of books from different spiritual sources.  I took what resonated with me and left the rest.  I outgrew a lot of stuff and adopted new stuff.

Then along came Covid.  This is a bit different.  Epstein-Barr usually doesn’t kill a lot of people.  It gives you Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and Fibromyalgia for years and decades but it doesn’t kill you except for a few exceptions. So when I got Covid a day after Thanksgiving here in the States I said to myself, “Really?”  Don’t you think I’ve been tampered with enough?” I guess I needed another upgrade?

Would death be a part of it. No, I don’t think that’s in my cards but ya never know. It’s almost been a month now and now I have new neurological symptoms: vertigo, dizziness, nausea and some vomiting so the Doc said he hopes the Post-viral Covid Syndrome doesn’t last a…..long time.  Deep in my Soul I know that death is a natural upgrade for the human life.  And viruses are natural upgrades to the Soul during the human life. Do they affect DNA and if they do, is this an upgrade? I believe so. I believe that Love wills Life to upgrade. A pandemic can affect all of humanity showing that rich and poor, abled and disabled are equally affected, brought to our knees in humility.  Showing us that we are all affected.  No one gets an “out of jail free” card.

We are equal.  We are One. So here I am typing away on the Winter Solstice and tonight is certainly setting up to be stellar.  The conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter is upon us soon after sunset.  It will be bright and big.  Apparently both Saturn and Jupiter entered Aquarius this last week so I believe we might be in for a showdown. There are some that say this conjunction is the Star of Bethlehem or the Christmas Star.  And since Christmas is just a few days away I can’t argue with them.  Here we have an upgrading virus that makes it so that there is no NORMAL to return to after all is said and done.  And so what is ahead of us in the skies of Aquarius?  Peace and Understanding?  Sympathy, trust abounding…

Treat others the way you wish to be treated.  Love thy enemies…

The time is Now.  If not now, when?

On November 30th I got tested and yesterday I found out I was positive. We are a multi-generational household and everyone came down with Covid. One member is a front line healthcare worker so it makes sense that this could happen even under the best of conditions. Living in Los Angeles where the the cases are exploding puts so many at risk.

So far, so good.

I have significant fatigue, tremendous body aches, loss of taste and smell, runny nose, sneezing, no fever, chills, diarrhea, confusion, sinus congestion, sore throat, some upper respiratory congestion. It’s been 6 days since symptoms started and I just try to keep on moving through the day and sit down or lie down when I can’t stand.

I’m 66 with no underlying health conditions except for hypo-thyroidism and fibromyalgia so that’s promising. I’m getting a little sick of talking about myself so I will move on.

There is a greater reason for the presence of this virus. It is a tool to bring out the best in us. This virus tends to break up all the chunks of negativity we’ve acquired over our lifetimes. It gives us the time and place to be quiet, meditate and ask ourselves very important questions about who we are and the nature of life itself.

This virus may have been instigated by climate change and small groups of humans who think only their kind are indispensable. But everything that happens occurs to grow the Greater Good. And that is never seen by small minded humans.

I see compassion flooding the world now. It’s roaring through the streets and towns of every community. This virus brings us to our knees in humility. It uncovers all the hidden agendas much to the relief of just about everyone even the ones who have benefitted through oppression on this planet because even being elite hurts and degrades after awhile.

As we put our heads on our pillows at night, we will dissolve into Universal Love Consciousness and float in the peace and when we awaken we will be just a tad lighter, less judgmental, able to see even the smallest of lights in those we can barely stand to be around.

I do have to say one of the symptoms of Covid is a big dose of compassion. For self and others. We might feel extreme indignation and anger at getting infected but that soon just drops away because it’s hard to take a swing at another when your arms don’t work anymore and the energy is gone.

Even if you don’t get Covid, you might be caring for someone you love with Covid or you are an open-hearted healthcare worker or essential worker putting your life on the line for others. These are huge heart openings happening now.

As my nose flings droplets onto this laptop’s keys, I can say this like a little toddler, “I forgive you, I forgive everyone. I love you. And I love everyone.” It feels so GOOD TO FORGIVE!

I am still having some problems forgiving myself for the times I’ve been stupid and an asshole. Now, that’s a hard one for me. But I KNOW that the stupid asshole has a holy role to play in our awakening as a species.

Source honors the Asshole and the Angel.

We work for Source and it ain’t easy, man.

From me in Los Angeles, to you all over this mighty globe, thank you for being here during this amazing time in our history.

Whether we end up back in our spiritual homes or we stay here on Mother Earth, WE WILL BE OK.