Author: Sydney Lynn Haupert-Lok
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.
Easter: Finding Heaven on Earth
The Rising of Humanity is the promise of Easter. But this is not some fluffy mindfulness trick that can firmly root us in the Divine Realms.
From Jeff Foster:
There’s a comforting myth about healing, isn’t there – that it means “rising above” our vulnerable human hearts.
Spiritual awakening is often seen as some kind of “shedding” of our humanity, a realm of untouchable stillness.
But this story is a lie.
And this is what I’ve discovered, the hard way:
Peace is not the absence of deep feeling.
Strength is not the absence of trembling.
In our rush to “transcend” and “rise”, we silence our anger in the name of kindness, mask our grief with spiritual smiles. We dismiss our fear as an illusion, our wounded hearts as the ego’s noise. And we call it all… love.
We follow gurus who claim to have ended suffering. Lost their egos. Transcended their pain.
“I never get angry”, they say.
“I only have loving thoughts”.
“My ego vanished in March 1964”.
In chasing enlightenment like this, we abandon the messy truth of our own aliveness.
But what we suppress does not disappear. It lodges within us, as trauma, in the ache of our chests, the tension in our shoulders, the restless beat of our hearts. The shadows we deny grow louder and darker.
The pain we avoid festers in the deep.
The body remembers what the mind tries to forget.
True healing is not an escape from this mess of earth and sweat and trembling, but the courage to step into it all.
Not a rising above, but a rooting down:
To touch the fire of grief.
To liberate the roar of anger.
To stand in the trembling truth.
From Sydney Lynn Lok:
From there we can feel the trauma. From there we can begin to understand this ancient, inherited pain. From there we can process and begin to release it and the misplaced shame that comes with it. From there we can purge it as we hug this orphan back into the wholeness of our hearts.
From there we can make amends for the mistakes we made in the throws of humanity’s amnesia.
From there we can begin the authentic process of forgiving ourselves and forgiving others.
Forgiveness was the ultimate teaching of Christ.
I personally believe that this world, this fractured world is not an illusion but if it is just a dream, it still bleeds and in so doing grows in all of us a deep, FEELING knowing that we are not alone in our suffering. And this course we decided on before we were born… to come into the world with amnesia, awaken, then climb out of the trauma of numbness, then feel our way back into Oneness with God, this is the promise of not only returning to Heaven but finding Heaven on Earth.
Rhythms of Prayer, Rhythms of Love
~in open marriage with the World~
By Sean Reagan
(By the way, I love this dude.)
One way to approach the Holy Instant, which A Course in Miracles suggests is “all of time there is” (T-15.I.9:5), is to find the rhythm of the natural world, which includes your own rhythms – your heart, your lungs, your mind, your psyche. There is a harmony, a coherence, inherent in the world and, when we give attention to it, it summons us into a stillness that is, in a real way, outside of time altogether.
At what pace do the horses move? The moon through the Heavens? What about the wind in the hemlocks? The river out back beyond the pasture? What is the rhythm of sunflowers and apple trees?
How often do you blink? Draw a breath? How often do the chickadees cry their two-note spring song? The bald eagle gliding over the far hills – how long is each slow and graceful loop through the air? Does the eagle know time the way you do? The way a blade of grass does?
When I sit quietly and attend the world in this way, I realize these questions – about rhythm, pace, tempo and time – are really just a form of asking: how long does it take the heart to open up in love for the one I have forsaken? Left unforgiven? Nailed to a cross? Kept from the fire? Banned from the table?
What is the rhythm of the mind recognizing itself in the other and remembering it is the other?
The Wholeness of God, which is His peace, cannot be appreciated except by a whole mind that recognizes the Wholeness of God’s creation . . . Exclusion and separation are synonymous, as are separation and dissociation (T-6.II.1:2-4).
To sincerely and carefully raise these questions – which is also to be open to answers we don’t already know or couldn’t have expected – is radical. By “radical” I don’t mean politically extreme (although, fair warning, Love does not tolerate the status quo – this is a dangerous spiritual practice if our goal is safety and comfort). I mean radical as in deeply rooted, having its origins in the cosmos, in a way that extends beyond the narrow range of the human frame.
These questions – and their answers – place us in opposition to constructions based on human ignorance, which is always blindly devoted to utility, efficiency, profit, et cetera. That’s the nightmare from which we are awakening. We are taught to be doers; we are taught to look at life in terms of means and ends. Don’t just sit there – do something! But if you enter, as I have, an open marriage with chickadees and violets, apple trees and crows, then you realize the instability, the lunacy, of things like weekends, overtime, vacation and credit. You realize there is another way.
The invitation is to discover what time is (or is not) before all that conditioning floods our nervous system and drives us into postures of consumption and conflict, whose fruits are always loneliness, injustice and violence.
It is helpful to ask these questions outdoors. For me it is. I love sitting quietly by the horses and listening to the river at midnight. I love trailing my fingers over luminous ferns on the north side of the house; I love putting out teacups at night so they can fill with moonlight. My heart flows New Englandly through the seasons and my mind – as Sister Emily observed – is wider than the sky, deeper than the sea and vaster than the cosmos.
When I give attention to the natural world, my sense of time as contained by or measured by clocks and calendars – and the brutal world that containment and measurement imposes on us – loses its hold and I begin to relate differently to life. I become happier and more peaceful. Hope is not an ideal but a recognition of what will be because it always has been. Dreams merge with Creation.
Giving attention is a form of prayer. The way we notice the world – from flowers to family, from friends to inner feelings – the way we hold them in awareness, the way we extend them in awareness – reflects our openness to God, Who holds us, and extends us.
This is not an intellectual inquiry! It’s bigger than the words I use to gesture at it. It’s an inquiry that transcends the mind and the body in order to observe – to make welcome, in and through attention – the world they bring forth together, which is the world in which we learn – in which we remember – that there is no separation anywhere.
Therefore, in prayer, simply be curious and, to the maximal extent possible, don’t judge. Notice when you are judging (it’s not a crime against God or nature) and then set the judgement aside. Like the clock which is its parent, judgment gets in the way of effective prayer. True prayer is a way of being vulnerable; it always involves a degree of risk. All true communication does.
Shortly before he died, Thomas Merton spoke about prayer to the community at the Redwoods Monastery in California.
In prayer, we discover what we already have. You start where you are and you deepen what you already have and you realize you are already there. We already have everything, but we don’t know it and we don’t experience it. Everything has been given to us in Christ. All we need is to experience what we already possess.
As I have been saying for the past year or so, “Christ” is not private or personal. It’s not a being, historical or otherwise. Christ is a collective. Christ is what happens when we join and commit to extending our joining to the world, welcoming others without exception. Christ is the condition of service and joy we remember and extend together, a “common state of mind where both give errors gladly to correction, that both may happily be healed as one” (T-22.III.9:7).
Prayer occurs mostly in solitude but it is fundamentally an act of solidarity. You are with me when I pray and – if you are willing – I am with you. Others, too. And our prayer goes with us, it goes in and out of us. It lights up the world and the light transforms us. Suddenly all we want to do is help each other. Catherine of Siena said that “whatever you do in word or deed for the good of your neighbor is a real prayer.” How much clearer could it be?
Part of what I am saying is that as our prayer begins to harmonize – first with our surroundings, then with the contents of our mind, and then with the cosmos, something in us slows down and opens up and this slowness, this openness, makes possible a mode of relationship in which the illusion of separation dissolves, leaving only awareness of Creation which is Creation.
Really really what I am saying is that when we attend these rhythms, we eventually perceive in them the healing presence of God, and then we learn that they are the healing presence of God and – on my honor – once you have sipped from that river, you will never get off your knees again.
And yes. The work of healing goes on. Life goes on. It’s okay. Problems and solutions come and go, empires and religions come and go. Even coming and going comes and goes. But over and above and beyond all that is God, Who is Love, Whose healing presence – here, now – creates us anew again and again and again. If I don’t tell you, how will you remember? And if you don’t remember, how can I?
Love,
Sean
Healing the Hot Mess of the World
| By Sean Reagan Like a lot of you I am worried right now. I am scared. I am also angry. Waves of destruction flow across the landscape, often hurting – often targeting – folks least able to resist it. Hatred and injustice are like airborne toxins, infecting all of us. What should we do? What can we do? Well, the only thing we can ever do, really: open our breaking hearts, clarify our distorted thinking and join with each other in the name of Christ. It’s not the only way or even the best way, but it is our way. God turns to you to ask the world be saved, for by your own salvation is it healed. And no one walks upon the earth but must depend on your decision . . . (T-30.II.5:1-2). The hot mess of the world (and the interior wasteland that is its psychological reflection) are together a call from God to cooperate and collaborate in making manifest the natural serious happiness that is God.. . . unless you take your part in the creation, [God’s] joy is not complete because yours is incomplete . . . The constant going out of His Love is blocked when His channels are closed . . . (T-4.VII.6:4, 7). We collaborate with God – we participate in healing – by opening our hearts, clarifying our thinking and emptying our hands. Together, this is the way we remember – and re-member – Christ. I know, I know. Cool and poetic, Sean! Very inspiring! But how do we actually do it? Honestly? “How” is not the problem. We aren’t confused how to open our hearts, clarify our thinking and empty our hands. That’s easy, relatively speaking. The problem is, at levels we understandably struggle to realize, we don’t want to do those things. We want to want to do those things, absolutely. We want the effects of doing those things. We’re cool with others doing them. But by and large we are content to drift away from Love and its desire to complete Itself in us. We drift and keep drifting. It’s the drift we need to address. You are much too tolerant of mind wandering, and are passively condoning your mind’s miscreations. The particular result does not matter, but the fundamental error does (T-2.VI.4:6-7). This is why ACIM’s curriculum doesn’t really bother teaching us about love or peace or justice. Those are given. Rather, it aims at “removing the blocks to the awareness of love’s presence, which is our natural inheritance” (T-in.1:7). For me, at this juncture in my study and practice, “removing the blocks” is the application. It takes the form of asking – over and over – questions like: what am I doing in each and every relationship in my life that reflects a healed heart, open mind and empty hands? Where am I falling short? What am I missing? How am I failing to cooperate? And then, seeing all that, fixing all that. For example, I am not always a great dialogue partner. I love dialogue; I love argument; I love long vulnerable talks that last the night. But sometimes I miss things. I don’t see that you’re too tired or upset to continue; I don’t see that I’m making you repeat yourself for the third or fourth time; I don’t see that I’m interrupting you or mentally rehearsing what I’m going to say to next or otherwise ignoring you. Sometimes, this seeing happens in the moment, and it is possible to correct in the moment. Sometimes I have to apologize after. Sometimes I have to seek out folks and ask for guidance. “I have a really hard time relating with this person – can you help me figure out why?” This is not about obsessive introspection or performative self-criticism. It’s not about spiraling self-criticism. It has to sugar out in application – that is, in relationships that heal in noticeable ways. And I can not be the only one noticing the healing. It has to appear and be present for both of us. Healing in A Course in Miracles is always about the relationship, be it with family, friends, co-workers, fellow students, whatever. How can I be a better partner? How can I be better collaborator – with you and, through you, with God? How can we remember Love together? For all of us? This is hard work! Sometimes it is even painful. Yet the deeper I go into it, and realize its fundamental value, the more it produces a gentle coherence that makes possible another step, another breath, another hug. There really is nothing else.Last week I wrote that there is no separation anywhere. I wrote that mind/body dualism is downstream of the self and that finding the self is what matters. “Finding the self” is not a personal accomplishment, like traveling to Boston or graduating college. It’s more like clearly seeing a process and realizing that a lot of stress, anxiety and hostility are effects of confusion, not inherent qualities of an individual.There is deep peace and contentedness in this clear seeing and realization. But also, the work goes on! Of course it goes on. Relationship goes on. Love goes on. Jesus wasn’t sending his disciples out two by two because he was the answer; he was doing it because we are the answer, and the answer must be lived, extended, offered and shared. I place the peace of God in your heart and in your hands, to hold and share. The heart is pure to hold it, and the hands are strong to give it. We cannot lose (T-5.IV.8:10-12). In some variants of Buddhism, a Bodhisattva prioritizes the awakening of all beings over their own. When I first learned of this, as a young man at the Vermont Zen Center, I was like, yeah, somebody else can do that. But now I understand a little. We are here to be here with one another, and in our shared presence, to undo (bit by bit, step by step) the blocks to love that prohibit all of us – without qualification or condition – from sharing in the relationship that brings forth the state of happiness – the stillness and coherence – that are what we are together in truth. So in this challenging moment (which is neither our first nor our last) let us be brave and cheerful together in beautiful and ordinary ways. Let us learn what makes being together so difficult. Let us lean on each other and console each other and comfort each other. Let our practice be loving each other as Christ loves and, in doing so, remember that there is no other love. I am here; I’m glad you are too. Love, Sean |
A Word About the Chaos in our World
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| From Rob: In a recent meeting of our Rise to the Path online spiritual community (https://yoursoulsplan.com/rise-to-the-path/) that Liesel and I host every month, we discussed the meaning, value, and importance of chaos as an accelerant for spiritual growth. Given the degree of political, climate, and other chaos we have in our world today and the stress, anxiety, and depression it creates for many people, I’d like to share with you what I shared with the RTTP members. In my book Your Soul’s Plan there’s a story about a soul, Tony, who plans before he’s born to experience a drug addiction, and Sharon, a member of Tony’s soul group who agrees to be the loving mother who shepherds him through this very difficult experience. In the channeling session for this story, I talk with a collective (a group consciousness) of angels about Tony and Sharon’s pre-birth plans. Here’s an excerpt from that conversation: “I understand that souls can choose to incarnate in any location at any time. Why did Sharon and Tony choose to incarnate in the United States at this time in history?” “There are many opportunities for them to experience their own limitations, as well as to expand awareness, both for themselves and others around them. This is a time for exponential growth in your realm. Many who have chosen to incarnate at this time are finishing the reincarnation cycles and becoming ready to move on to other realms.” “Why are there more opportunities to experience limitation now than at other times, either in the past or in the future?” “The planet is experiencing a systems breakdown. At those points in time when old systems break down, chaos is created. Chaos is a component—a very necessary component—of limitation and growth. It is perhaps the most fertile space in which to learn.” Notice the use of the word “the”: “it is perhaps the [my italics] most fertile space in which to learn.” We may not like the chaos. We may wish it were otherwise. But, as the ascended master Aaron (who contributed much of the channeled information in my other two books) often says, “You do not come into the incarnation for comfort or convenience.” That is most surely true. When you think about or observe the chaos in our world, hold in mind the perspective that you are temporarily immersed in what is perhaps the greatest accelerant for your evolution.To choose before birth to immerse yourself in such chaos is a bold decision made only by the most courageous souls. |
From Sydney Lynn Haupert-Lok: I don’t receive compensation for promoting YourSoulsPlan.com
Owning God
I’ll just make this short and sweet. “His Benevolence” just graced our Land of Cinders with his presence yesterday at a L.A. Firehouse. I watched it from my apartment in unscathed East L.A. A mixture of pleading for life and defiance permeated the space and yet Trump maintained his benevolent composure and spoke eloquently and with what felt like a light frosting of compassion. The Model sat beside him with a frosty dusting of approval. As I watched Trump’s conversation with Mayor Karen Bass and others and heard Trump say “I’ll give you everything you want”, my mind wrote a paragraph across my eyes:
Trump wants Cali.
Like he wants Greenland and Panama.
That’s why he’s playing nice, promising $ for fires.
He wants backup for his border plans.
After destruction Cali will be prime real estate.
Just like Gaza is prime real estate.
Just like Ukraine will be prime real estate.
He holds the Bible like a gun.
Own everything, even God.
Heaven is Prime Real Estate.
As I sit here watching Fox News, a piece of popcorn lodges painfully in my gums. The paragraph writing itself across my eyes continues:
The Donald’s Prime Directive:
Owning God
The Body of God
holds it all.
Everyone and Everything lives inside it.
Your body is a projection of the Body of God.
Examining the projection will show us the Prime Inversion from which we spring.
The Soul lives within the flesh. It breathes it into being. This soul creates a colorful wardrobe of outfits it wears to explore and experience its essence. These outfits, this wardrobe is what we call the personality.
There is a bubble around the body, personality/ego, soul complex.
This bubble is a projection of your timeless Higher Self also known as
The Oversoul.
There is a bubble around the Oversoul, also known as Prime Creator or Source.
The body, personality/ego/soul/oversoul composite creates and projects in an outward fashion the lands of Creation.
The Oversoul is seen to arch into the timeless heavens but is actually seated in the subatomic soils of our true origins.
While embodied we see our awakening and enlightenment journey as an upward spiral, a lifting off many call Ascension. Others feel it as a shifting to a higher frequency.
When not embodied we live not on “the Other Side”. We live on “the Inner Side”.
The Inner Side is perceived as dynamic and physical. Our thoughts, intentions and feelings are instantly manifested. We have form there and can change it at any moment. Intentions and thoughts cannot be hidden. Communication is a blend of instant telepathy and heartipathy. We are one with each other but still retain our Soul’s unique signature.
Here the Soul no longer needs the wardrobe of embodied life. Here the Soul sits comfortably in the embrace of its Oversoul who is comfortably couched within the embrace of God Source much like Russian Nesting Dolls. As we disembody from the physical universe we sink along a counter-clockwise golden/silver spiral, an umbilical chord that leads to the sub-atomic Inner Side. Rather than being called Ascension, we coin this re-unification with the divine Inner Side, CIRCUMSCENSION. This is the inversion of which we speak. You go within. You go microscopic to touch the Face, the Body of God.
~Uploaded from Yendys, Sydney Lynn’s Oversoul~
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For These Challenging Times
To those who are experiencing sadness or loss, or that which vibrates your body in a way that brings pain to you
As channeled from the Beings of Light Through Liesel.
We say this to all of you who are experiencing sadness or loss or that which vibrates your body in a way that brings pain to you, we say this to you, this is the surface level of experience. As intense as it may feel at times, it is the outermost shell. It must be allowed and accepted and experienced in order to penetrate beyond the shell, and it is only during this pre-penetration process, this experiencing of the pain, it is only then that it seems so very overwhelming.
However, once this layer has moved through you, the depths that are within are essentially immeasurable and contain within them joy and peace and harmony that is also equally immeasurable.
The atoms of a human body, the atoms of a physical object are some 99.999999% empty space. That which is truly physical, truly contains mass is 0.0000001%. What this means is that that which you experience at the form or vessel level is this tiny fractional percentage. If this constitutes the totality of your experience, you will indeed experience suffering. However, if you have the perseverance to perceive beyond this tiny fraction, what opens up to you is the entire universe, is God itself, which is you.
All of this quote/unquote empty space is the binding God energy that connects all, is the love that connects and intertwines all beyond time and space. When you dwell primarily in this aspect of reality, which is truly the pervasive reality you experience true safety and true peace.
If you dwell and focus and look for your safety within that tiny percentage that constitutes physical form, that truly constitutes the mass or the form identity of physical objects, then you will never find the stability that you seek, for this small portion is always shifting and changing.
However, as all forms, all vessels are threaded onto the needle of unity consciousness, if you follow this thread, you will find your connection to all.
This underlying empty space, this underlying field of potentiality is the fabric made from the fiber of love. We are all cut from this cloth, and we will only find true comfort when we allow ourselves to experience this fiber, this fabric, this blanket surrounding us, enveloping us, giving to us the sense of wellbeing and wholeness that we so often seek in the external.
“Always know Our love is truly with you, because Our love truly is you.“
Disclaimer: This information is not meant as medical advice, nor is it meant to diagnose or treat any disease or mental health disorder.
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About Liesel Fricke
Liesel helps people all over the world transform their consciousness and lives through the workshops she co-teaches with her husband, Robert Schwartz. Liesel understands firsthand the powerful mechanism of transformation that intense life challenges can be when we allow them to crack us open. In response to her own intense struggles with severe obsessive compulsive disorder and depression, Liesel opened and surrendered to the depths of her being. The spiritual opening that followed led to her capacity to connect with Unity Consciousness (Oneness) and the loving, wise beings that reside in this state of consciousness who she and Rob affectionately call The Beings of Light. It is Liesel’s highest priority to share the profound love and wisdom of these highly evolved light beings with humanity in the messages, teachings, and meditations she channels. Liesel and Rob are thrilled to be currently working on a book based on many of the channelings. They are excited to share with the world the powerful love and insight that emerges from the sacred internal and eternal space where all are One. It is in this Oneness field within that we can all find the Truth of who we are as infinite unbounded love.
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For a Fraction of a Second
It’s November 5, 2016.
The Donald’s face flashes across the screen and for a fraction of a second, I catch a rare glimpse of authenticity.
His eyes soften. Do I see some sort of fragility?
The media is chanting Hilary’s most certain ascent to the presidency.
Am I seeing Fate write across the Donald’s face and that of the entire country?
Fate has a strong signature and I see strong writing.
Hilary is projected to be the ultimate winner. Even the Donald seems to acquiesce to the Hilary mania.
But for a fraction of a second, I see Donald light up like the Sun. Bing. Bing. Bing! Winner here!
The rest is history. He became our 45th president for better or for worse because as Fate would have it there is a reason for everything.
It’s July 13, 2024.
For a fraction of a second, he turns his head suddenly, possibly dodging a fatal bullet, only to rise like a phoenix chanting, “Fight, fight, fight! Fate seems to be alive and well.
October 25, 2024
So here I am feeling the new election out.
Will the Donald become our 47th president?
What do I see? Any softness is gone.
What do I hear? Women rising up to take back their power.
What do I smell? The burning bodies of Palestinian fathers, mothers, children. I hear the wails of the families of the Israeli hostages. I smell the fear of widening war.
Do I smell the curious scent of Fate here?
No. No, I don’t. It seems curiously absent. But maybe, just maybe it’s too early to catch a whiff of it.
What I am getting is…
It’s up to us now. We decide. Will the cult of Trump win this one or will Kamala, the woman of color, champion of re-productive rights and the rights of everyday men and women triumph?
In the description of the meaning of Fate, in the tiny writing at the very end almost imperceptible to the naked eye are the words,
“At the end of the day, Life is a Surprise Party.”
Yes, I know. It is curiously uncomfortable.
We’ve turned the evolutionary page on Fate, folks.
It’s a New Day.
And at the end of the day,
We choose.
WE GROW GOD 