I am a medium, channeler, healer and spiritual researcher. Our lives on Earth are precious and esteemed. We grow God with every experience. Our ability to FEEL is the ambrosia we bring to Spirit. Our feeling of experience grows God. I was led by Spirit to live near the Spanish Peaks (Wahatoya: Breasts of the Earth - South Central Colorado) from 2005 to 2013. The Native Americans of the region would drop their weapons, calling temporary truce when traversing these sacred Lands. Its message to me is to nurture self and others, without enabling them and giving my power away to any person, thought, belief, religion, political affiliation, spiritual practice, science, technology or institution. Resonating with any of these can be guided by Spirit and be beneficial. But beware anyone or anything that dismisses or diminishes your divine connection to Source, your personal sovereignty or asks for your Power. Love won't ask for it.
I have been toasted with pink champagne. What more can the two of us gain?
We both have spoken, more or less, and now with this morning’s soft caress, you touch me to my very core –largesse greater than ever before.
All through the seasons and gifted years, you’ve made me laugh, and brought me tears. We’ve found a place that speaks our worth dwelling on this, our Gaia Earth.
East Peak this morning I can see the Taoist flow in you and me. More than amity, our connection; Sweet and intimate is our affection.
I toast you back with pink champagne. What more can the two of us possibly gain?
Fifty years ago, a 16 year old girl was encouraged by a Creative Writing/English teacher to put together a collection of poetry and submit it for publication. She did. It was published and a small number were sold. The girl grew older, life happened, poetry was put on a shelf and only once in a while did it beckon her. She sought to “live” poetry and not just write it. Of course, that girl was me. (Janice Walters) Today, I still live my poetry, but perhaps having a few more years than the girl I used to be, I dared to pick up my pen and write once more. I have been sharing poetry inspired by the Twin Peaks of Southern Colorado. My intention is to follow them through the seasons, take some drives with my husband, Ben and snap more photos. And of course, write more poetry. Thank you to all the Huerfano Community friends and those personal family and friends who have been so positive in their comments, likes and loves. I am anticipating a collection being put together and perhaps sent off to some poetry contests that will publish the work, if I can win. Otherwise, I just may self-publish. No one knows the future, but because of such a generous response from Huerfano County, my (new) family, and friends, I’m going to try…After all, isn’t trying the best part of this journey called life?
Gillian is a seven-year-old girl who cannot sit in school. She continually gets up, gets distracted, flies with thoughts, and doesn’t follow lessons. Her teachers worry about her, punish her, scold her, reward the few times that she is attentive, but nothing. Gillian does not know how to sit and cannot be attentive.
When she comes home, her mother punishes her too. So not only does Gillian have bad grades and punishment at school, but she also suffers from them at home.
One day, Gillian’s mother is called to school. The lady, sad as someone waiting for bad news, takes her hand and goes to the interview room. The teachers speak of illness, of an obvious disorder. Maybe it’s hyperactivity or maybe she needs a medication.
During the interview an old teacher arrives who knows the little girl. He asks all the adults, mother and colleagues, to follow him into an adjoining room from where she can still be seen. As he leaves, he tells Gillian that they will be back soon and turns on an old radio with music.
As the girl is alone in the room, she immediately gets up and begins to move up and down chasing the music in the air with her feet and her heart. The teacher smiles as the colleagues and the mother look at him between confusion and compassion, as is often done with the old. So he says:
“See? Gillian is not sick, Gillian is a dancer!”
He recommends that her mother take her to a dance class and that her colleagues make her dance from time to time. She attends her first lesson and when she gets home she tells her mother:
“Everyone is like me, no one can sit there.”
In 1981, after a career as a dancer, opening her own dance academy and receiving international recognition for her art, Gillian Lynne became the choreographer of the musical “Cats,” both in London and Broadway. She also directed and choreographed the Vienna production.
Hopefully all “different” children find adults capable of welcoming them for who they are and not for what they lack.
Long live the differences, the little black sheep and the misunderstood. They are the ones who create beauty in this world.
“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
please stop me from worshipping at the Altar of the Past.
“You’re seeing a bit of the Truth, now, aren’t you?”
Uh huh.
“What else are you seeing?”
I am seeing that I like to worship at The Altar of Trauma too.
“Why is that?”
Because Mom and Dad loved me that way?
“In the past?”
Uh huh.
“Well now, in the forever now, here in my Land, they love you with gentle kisses and hugs. Can you forgive them for their mistakes on Earth? Can you begin to see that mistakes were written into the plan for life on Earth so that the unconditional loving act of forgiving could also be part of the plan?”
It’s hard to wrap my head around that. I think my brain cells are dying.
“I hope so. Only your heart, our Heart, can understand and forgive.”
I don’t think my heart is beating anymore.
“But you talk about My Heart on your website. It’s why your website exists.”
Gee, your right.
“Take your pulse, now.”
Oh, ok….I do have a pulse…my heart is beating.
“Every time you find yourself worshipping at the altar of the past, put your fingers on your wrist and count out the morse code of my Love. Even if the your heart skips a beat, it doesn’t matter. Your heart beats our Heart even now and it never misses a beat.
Wow. Wow. I’m feeling better. I don’t talk with you very often. I like it.
“Put your fingers on your pulse and we’ll talk more often, ok?
Ok. Love you, God.
“I love you too. And remember, everyone loves you too as you love them. And everyone lives in you as you live in them as you all live in me.”
It takes courage to listen to someone as they share their joy, fear, anger and pain. To be soft and receptive as you listen. To be aware of your own defenses – your impulses and urges to attack or withdraw, to suppress yourself or suppress the other – and just stay present, and receive ‘what is’. To hear another’s truth, without trying to fix them or advise them, without trying to change their experience in any way. To hear their joy and their pain, their disappointment and their anger too. To hear the effect something you said or did had on them, even if that triggers a big discomfort in you, even if it makes you feel ashamed, or guilty, or afraid. To be aware of your triggers, to honour them, to breathe into them, to let them into the light, to bless them with awareness, but to keep listening. To make it safe for your friend or partner to be vulnerable, to step into their own courage, to tell their truth, the truth that hurts, the truth that frees, the truth that heals. To give them as much space as they need to share. To hold them as they break, as they burn, as they confess, as they tremble with fear or joy. To give them that gift. The gift of relational safety. The gift of active listening.
And it takes courage to speak up, too! To be clear and assertive and direct, yet remain open and delicate. To listen as you speak. To say “no” when you mean no, and “yes” when you mean yes. To tell your raw truth. To let your friend, family member or partner know what is okay for you and what is not, what hurts and what brings joy, what angers you and what makes you feel loved. To let them know if they’ve crossed an invisible line with you, violated a boundary of yours. Maybe they just didn’t know. We are not each other’s mind-readers. To speak your raw honest vulnerability, without blaming them or shaming them, without name-calling, without attack, but without protecting them from your vision either. It is a fine line for sure, and it requires presence, and slowness, and great humility, and a willingness to drop the need to be ‘right’.
It takes courage to break a life-long addiction to people-pleasing, to putting the feelings and needs of others before your own, to “protecting” the other from your truth, to silencing or shaming yourself in order to avoid conflict or rejection.
It takes courage to a break a life-long addiction to narcissistic self-absorption, to putting your own feelings and needs before someone else’s, to silencing or trying to change someone in order to avoid your own pain, rejection and fear of abandonment.
It takes courage to be fully present with another and fully present with yourself.
This is the highest possibility of relationship: To weave together a co-created nest of presence, where we both feel safe to share our authentic selves. Where we break codependent bonds, stop trying to control or save or each other, or protect each other from the pain and loss and ecstasy of living, and speak our messy truths, taking fierce ownership of our own pain and joy, our own thoughts and feelings, our own urges and desires, our own values and passions.
In a nest like this, true love can surely blossom.
Deep knowing and presence do not happen with our thinking minds. To truly know something, our whole being must be open, awake, and present. —Richard Rohr
When Christianity is in any way anti-body, it is not authentic Christianity. The incarnation tells us that body and spirit must fully operate and be respected as one. —Richard Rohr of Center for Action and Contemplation
Ours is a God who sneezed and rubbed His eyes when He was sleepy. Ours is a God who knew longing, heartbreak, excitement, frustration—the full range of what it means to be human. A God who knows what it means to live in a body. —Kate Bowler
The soul is not simply within the body, hidden somewhere within its recesses. The truth is rather the converse. Your body is in the soul, and the soul suffuses you completely. —John O’Donohue
The chasm between the spiritual and the physical is no greater than that between a thought and a word. They cannot be disconnected. And it is difficult to tell where one ends and the other begins, perhaps because there is no such place. —Cole Arthur Riley
In terms of the spiritual journey, trying to find faith with the intellectual center is something like trying to play a violin with a saw: it’s simply the wrong tool for the job. This is one reason why all religious traditions have universally insisted that religious life cannot be done with the mind alone; that is the biggest single impediment to spiritual becoming. —Cynthia Bourgeault
From two dancer, choreographers who live in Spirit and not Religion:
When you dance, you can’t hide who you really are. ~ Paul Sanasardo of the Paul Sanasardo Modern Dance Company
Imperfectly we grow God in every living step we take. Heaven and Earth is about Love not perfection. Living is Love realizing itself. Living is Prayer. ~ Sydney Lynn Haupert-Noble-Lok who danced for Paul Sanasardo from 1971-1972.
Me and Dominique Petit at the Anta Theater, NYC 1972
Put on some relaxing flute music:
Sit comfortably in a chair or in lotus position or modified version of it. Sway from side to side and notice how your shoulders, torso, neck and head follow a Source Meridian movement, well known by your body. Every time you walk your hips sway this figure eight, this Golden Bow which balances all opposites. Sway from side to side noticing how you witness these golden loopings with your breath. Breathe in the voluptuous air molecules, in through your nose and out through your mouth. Release any mis-ease as it comes up from within your body. Relax into these gentle loopings noticing how you loop through Source Heart then loop into Creation as you sway from side to side. As you breathe, notice how you are the unifying factor. You are God’s Unifier, aligning Creation with Source Love. Feel your muscles stretch and lengthen. Feel how your breath becomes supple as your lungs expand and contract. The gentle flute music opens your lungs, opens your heart and opens your mind to the ambrosia of your breath which holds all mystery.
Do you hear chirping birds in the flute music? Are they singing to you of sinking into your hips as you exhale, then rising up into your chest, neck and head on the inhale. Follow this vertical figure eight, exhaling as you sink into your hips, releasing all negativity lodged in your body and mind into the recycling arms of Earth Mother, then inhaling the song of your soul as it lifts you into your chest, neck and head. Repeat for as long as it moves you to. When you are ready move the horizontal figure eight, followed by the vertical figure eight, alternating these movements for as long as it moves you to. You are etching the Cross of the Cosmic Christ. These two movements anchor and activate your Higher Self or Oversoul within the Big Heart Chakra which encapsulates the Sacral, Womb Chakra, the Soular Plexus Chakra and the Heart Chakra. Feel your Higher Self nestle into your body finally able to offer guidance that you can absorb easily.
Now, breathing in, sink into the cave of your kundalini spine. Etch the backwards loop of the infinite figure-eight. Breathing out, push your torso forward into the forwards loop of the infinite figure-eight. Repeat this undulating backwards/forwards looping of the torso as long as it moves you to. Hear Source whisper, “As it is in Spirit, so it is in Flesh, Flesh without Fear”.
Now, alternate all three movements consecutively flowing seamlessly from one direction to the next. Relax, flowing slowly, allowing each figure-eight movement to slide and glide into the next. The Golden Bow Movement Meditations open the door to 369 degree Consciousness, the reality where Spirit is realized fully in flesh: Heaven on Earth.
***I can be reached at sydneylynnlok@gmail.com for any questions you may have.
Now, center yourself in stillness. You sit on the still fulcrum of the Teeter-Totter of Duality. Breathing gently, know that you hold within you Source God, Source Love. Know also, that Source Love holds you gently nestled within Itself like a Russian nesting doll. Let your breath bring together your Heart, Your Mind, and your body as One.
Namaste.
Wahatoya, Breasts of the World
Do you see the Golden Bow pulsing from within the twin peaks of Wahatoya?
Note: An ancient culture that embraced the Golden Bow lived along the Eastern Coast of what is known today as China. One of the monks of that time I met in his parallel life as a dancer for Paul Sanasardo and choreographer for his own company, The Manuel Alum Dance Company. He was a man of few words so when he did speak, each phrase formed a simple yet profound concept. He taught me that life energy was most potent and powerful when movement was offered in subtle doses. The Pulse of Life Energy is gentle yet nothing is as powerful. Manuel bid farewell to his incarnation in his 50’s from Aids.
WE GROW GOD 