I stepped out of the shower today to hear the phone ringing. It was Fleur and she left a message saying that Geoff had died at about 9:30 this morning. I had slept through the whole thing without an inkling. I guess I didn't need to know.
While I was doing yoga this afternoon, before the phone call, my mind was wandering all over the place and I had to keep yanking it back again. By the time I got to my final Om, I wanted to crawl out of my own skin. Standing in the shower I had the sudden thought that it probably wasn't my emotion, and that probably the fear I was feeling earlier this week, in fact on the day I went to see Geoff, wasn't all mine either. No wonder it felt so over the top! You'd think I'd have learned this stuff by now.
When I got upstairs this afternoon I could feel that the sensations of my yoga session were Susan's and not Fleur's. Fleur was actually quite peaceful and was making the phone calls she had decided to make today. When Aidan came home from his friend's house just before dinner, he was batting a purple balloon around the living room. He had all of us batting it back to him amidst a lot of giggling. It think that was the joyful energy of Geoff's spirit (purple) being freed.
I could feel Geoff hovering around by the front door and on the front porch so I mentally suggested that he come into the living room. I could feel his relief and his joy as soon as I felt him come into the room, and I told Fleur and Susan what I was sensing. Then he dipped his head towards me and said, "I beg your pardon," - a reference to my having told him that it's fine on the other side and his not believing me.
I've been sitting in my suite this evening thinking about him. I lit a candle and placed it beside a card he made for me and a vase that he had chosen for me as a birthday gift a few years ago. The energy feels so much more peaceful now. Since Geoff was on my mind, I asked the ethers if he was down here with me. I thought that he might not be because all his loved ones are upstairs.
To my surprise, he came through clearly. He thanked me for all that I have done for him and for Fleur and Aidan. Then he told me that he would make sure I was taken care of, to which I replied that I thought there were quite a few beings who are taking care of me. He showed me how he and others are lifting the gridwork of fear and pain off the house and that the energy would improve right away.
He feels like a different person now that he has passed to the other side. I don't know how long he will stay around, or if he has anything left to do, but he has lost all the tightness of fear and worry that he used to carry around on his person, like a scarab carries it's shell for armour, or a hockey-player his protective gear. He has lightened up and it brings to mind how he behaved at the first one of Aidan's birthday parties when he dressed up like a fool and played magician with all the little kids. He now carries the joy and delight of that kind of silliness. Thank God!
God bless you Geoffrey. Bonne chance.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
A convergence of understanding
(It's a long one today so hang on to your hat!)
Dr. Richard Tarnas wrote a book in 2006 called Cosmos and Psyche. Tonight he was speaking about the book at the Vancouver Public Library and I went with my friend Spencer to hear him. I didn't know anything about him except that Spencer's friend had thought he might be interesting. The title of the book and the blurb on the web site sounded intriguing and I had vaguely heard his name before - so we went.
The turnout was more than they had anticipated and the talk was delayed while they set up more chairs across the back of the room. Even with the extra chairs, there were people standing along the wall on the back and sides. Clearly other people knew more about him than I did.
I read an interview about the book on beliefnet when I got home and they quoted Richard regarding the value of astrology as it relates to our cosmology. He explained tonight that the book is somewhat revolutionary in academic, scientific and philosophical circles because it is giving credence to astrology, a subject which has almost universally been ridiculed in those circles in the past:
When I named my public blog 'Is there anybody out there?', I wasn't expecting the answer to my question to come so fast nor so graphically. Not only is 'someone out there', but one of those someones is publishing his thoughts in a well-researched and clear fashion.
At the end of his talk this evening he concluded that he thinks that humankind is involved in a giant experiment. It is as well, in his opinion, that we disregarded the value of astrology when we did, at least in mainstream society, because it allowed human beings to discard the restrictive ideas of predestiny and consider ourselves masters of our own destinies. Now that we've had a go at that perception, and seen the pitfalls (hopefully), we can come back to the overarching, mythical aspects of astrology again, in order to appreciate what being individuated means within the context of an intelligent, caring cosmology that gives meaning to our choices.
He explained how he sees our western culture as being without intentional initiatory experiences for our young. I'll quote him again from another article on the same site:
Tonight gives me hope again because if people are uninitiated, I think they are unlikely to be interested in introspection. The uninitiated psyche might be so busy sorting out how to enter the adult world and determining who they are in it - initiatory issues - that they are too busy to have time for introspection. Perhaps the desire for introspection comes with having enough maturity to see a reason to reflect.
I don't think we can be so categorical as to say that everyone is uninitiated. Conscious initiatory rites are rare but there are some people who have been initiated by crisis, although I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Of these, some get stuck in crisis without any redeeming initiation as the by-product. They are the walking wounded and therapists deal with them daily. Crisis-as-initiation seems to me to be a fairly hit-and-miss approach to what should be one of the building blocks for creating mature adults. Far from using our elders as the guides for initiating our young men and women, we have been marginalizing them and making everyone in society afraid of their impending elder years of wisdom.
As we were walking out of the library at the end, Spencer's friend who had suggested the talk shook her head and said to us that Rudolph Steiner had been saying many of the same things at the beginning of the last century. I'm sure he isn't the only one and we could all add to the list. I'm choosing to see the glass as half-full though and I think that perhaps there is a convergence of understanding coming from many different disciplines. When a perspective's time has come it seems to sprout up everywhere, and many people claim ownership. I'm just relieved to see that the time has come.
I shall come back with more comments when I've found the time to read the book and not just respond to what he talked about tonight which is, after all, a brief review of a much deeper topic.
Dr. Richard Tarnas wrote a book in 2006 called Cosmos and Psyche. Tonight he was speaking about the book at the Vancouver Public Library and I went with my friend Spencer to hear him. I didn't know anything about him except that Spencer's friend had thought he might be interesting. The title of the book and the blurb on the web site sounded intriguing and I had vaguely heard his name before - so we went.
The turnout was more than they had anticipated and the talk was delayed while they set up more chairs across the back of the room. Even with the extra chairs, there were people standing along the wall on the back and sides. Clearly other people knew more about him than I did.
I read an interview about the book on beliefnet when I got home and they quoted Richard regarding the value of astrology as it relates to our cosmology. He explained tonight that the book is somewhat revolutionary in academic, scientific and philosophical circles because it is giving credence to astrology, a subject which has almost universally been ridiculed in those circles in the past:
You can check out the web site if you'd like to read more. It was affirming for me to listen to what he had to say this evening. At the end, I said so to Spencer and he said that he would have thought that there wasn't too much in what he said that I didn't already know. Overall, I think he's right about that - at least about the conclusions, not the details specific to his areas of academic expertise. What was affirming was that it was coming out of his mouth and not mine.
The existence of correlations between the planetary cycles and human life makes it possible for both individuals and societies to understand better what archetypal energies are at work and at what time. This can help us be more skillful and aware as we engage in the activities of life. It's like knowing the weather report before going out into the ocean to sail or surf. It helps to know where the winds and waves will be coming from.
But there is also a deeper advantage: Modern civilization pays a high price for living in a universe that it believes is random and spiritually meaningless. Nature is not honored but is instead exploited for short-term benefit. And a purposeless universe creates a sense of deep spiritual emptiness inside, which people try to fill with endless consumer products, so that the industrial technology producing those products is cannibalizing the planet. But as we know, you can never get enough of what you don't really need. A new vision of nature and the universe as ensouled, as spiritually significant, would give a better ground for both moral responsibility and a sense of spiritual belonging.
When I named my public blog 'Is there anybody out there?', I wasn't expecting the answer to my question to come so fast nor so graphically. Not only is 'someone out there', but one of those someones is publishing his thoughts in a well-researched and clear fashion.
At the end of his talk this evening he concluded that he thinks that humankind is involved in a giant experiment. It is as well, in his opinion, that we disregarded the value of astrology when we did, at least in mainstream society, because it allowed human beings to discard the restrictive ideas of predestiny and consider ourselves masters of our own destinies. Now that we've had a go at that perception, and seen the pitfalls (hopefully), we can come back to the overarching, mythical aspects of astrology again, in order to appreciate what being individuated means within the context of an intelligent, caring cosmology that gives meaning to our choices.
He explained how he sees our western culture as being without intentional initiatory experiences for our young. I'll quote him again from another article on the same site:
If all our youth are uninitiated, then of course all our adults are uninitiated too. When one turns on the television, virtually everything one sees is designed for the adolescent mind, of all ages: Pow! Zap! Boom!, explosions, aggression, superficial sex, incessant change, shiny surfaces, ceaseless growth, the new, the fast, the ever youthful, the momentarily exciting. There is no sense of the deeper meanings, the profundity of life, and that our actions today have enduring consequences.I hadn't looked at it as a transpersonal experience before and it was worth going to hear him tonight for that thought alone. I have been casting about for a long time now trying to figure out what is going on with the people around me whom I believe could be potential clients, but I can't engage them in the process of introspection. It has felt to me as though this is not specific to any individual but rather generally true of the mainstream of our society.
The reason our culture does not provide such an initiation, however, may not just be that it has somehow simply been forgotten, or foolishly abandoned its traditional wisdom, and myopically asserted a mechanistic material world with no deeper spiritual purpose or significance. While true as far as it goes, this explanation does not do justice to a possibly deeper process that seems to be unfolding. For the very absence of initiatory rites of passage in our culture appears to have effectively created a kind of closed container, a psychic pressure cooker, an alchemical vessel that is intensifying the archetypal energies into a collective morphic field of explosive power. Perhaps the fact that our culture does not provide rituals of initiation is not simply a massive cultural error, but rather reflects and even impels the immersion of the entire culture in its own massive collective initiation.
I believe that humankind has entered into the most critical stages of a death-rebirth mystery. In retrospect it seems that the entire path of Western civilization has taken humankind and the planet on a trajectory of initiatory transformation, into a state of spiritual alienation, into an encounter with mortality on a global scale—from world wars and holocausts to the nuclear crisis and now the planetary ecological crisis—an encounter with mortality that is no longer individual and personal but rather transpersonal, collective, planetary. It is a collective dark night of the soul, a deep separation from the community of being, from the cosmos itself. We are undergoing this rite of passage with virtually no guidance from wise elders because the wise elders are caught up in the same crisis. This initiation is too epochal for such confident guidance, too global, too unprecedented, too all-encompassing; it is larger than all of us. It seems that we are all entering into something new, a new development, a crisis of accelerated maturation, a birth, an entrance into a profoundly different way of being in the cosmos.
Tonight gives me hope again because if people are uninitiated, I think they are unlikely to be interested in introspection. The uninitiated psyche might be so busy sorting out how to enter the adult world and determining who they are in it - initiatory issues - that they are too busy to have time for introspection. Perhaps the desire for introspection comes with having enough maturity to see a reason to reflect.
I don't think we can be so categorical as to say that everyone is uninitiated. Conscious initiatory rites are rare but there are some people who have been initiated by crisis, although I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Of these, some get stuck in crisis without any redeeming initiation as the by-product. They are the walking wounded and therapists deal with them daily. Crisis-as-initiation seems to me to be a fairly hit-and-miss approach to what should be one of the building blocks for creating mature adults. Far from using our elders as the guides for initiating our young men and women, we have been marginalizing them and making everyone in society afraid of their impending elder years of wisdom.
As we were walking out of the library at the end, Spencer's friend who had suggested the talk shook her head and said to us that Rudolph Steiner had been saying many of the same things at the beginning of the last century. I'm sure he isn't the only one and we could all add to the list. I'm choosing to see the glass as half-full though and I think that perhaps there is a convergence of understanding coming from many different disciplines. When a perspective's time has come it seems to sprout up everywhere, and many people claim ownership. I'm just relieved to see that the time has come.
I shall come back with more comments when I've found the time to read the book and not just respond to what he talked about tonight which is, after all, a brief review of a much deeper topic.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Send-off
I missed blogging yesterday as I was catching up on sleep from the night before when I was up late 'firing the grid'. I can't say as I experienced anything that made me feel connected to all the other people who were doing the same thing, as I had thought I might. I meditated, or at least thought about, things which have given me joy in my life and for which I am grateful. Several of them made me smile so, as the birds started to sing, I went off to sleep feeling quite happy.
This afternoon I went with Fleur to see Geoff. He is completely out of it now and was lying on his back snoring peacefully with the teddy bear that Aidan gave him in the crook of his elbow. I suppose one of the nurses put it there when they turned him over just before we arrived. Fleur sat beside him on the edge of the bed and I stood at his feet. I could hear the teaming rain outside the slightly opened window and a radio softly playing music in another room down the corridor. It was dimly lit except for the light from the door and the room felt slightly damp. After Fleur told Geoff that we were both there for a visit, neither of us said anything more.
As I closed my eyes and tuned in to Geoff's energy, I found him hanging out near the ceiling in the corner above his bed. I had the feeling that he's up there most of the time now and is pleased that he can get out of his body and remain out for lengths of time. He was standing with his arms folded over his chest and he looked as he used to before the cancer, with a full head of hair and healthy colouring.
I stood with my hands held out from my sides at about hip-height and angled towards his body on the bed. My palms prickled as they do when there is movement of energy and I sensed many beings with us in the room, as though they were sitting theatre-style in an oval around us. I didn't recognize them and it didn't seem important that I do so. It seemed that they were there to hold the space for Geoff as he prepares to cross over. Periodically a little jolt of energy travelled through my body and my feet felt heavy and solidly planted on the floor.
Over my left shoulder, behind me, I knew there was a doorway of bright light. Geoff looked that way and it seemed that he could see it. In my head, not out loud, I told him that he could go through it when he was ready and that it was safe. He moved towards it and then backed off again. I sensed that he is engaged in a back and forth dance, indicating to me that he wanted to go towards it but he wasn't sure of it yet, like a swimmer standing on the end of a diving board but afraid to jump. I told him he would find what he wanted to find on the other side of the light.
I wasn't quite sure if I was meant to do or say anything else so I asked my guides if I was finished. They said no and that I should stay right where I was. My arms floated up higher and I asked Geoff if there was anything he wanted to say to Fleur, to which he replied that he had already said what he needed to.
It suddenly occurred to me that he might want to say something to me, so I asked him. His immediate reply was to tell me that I (me, not him) am doing what I am supposed to be doing, right then in the room. I took this to be in response to the conversation that Fleur and I had been having in the car on the way to see him, about whether I was doing the right work in the world, rather than about what I was doing at that moment. A huge amount of energy tingled through me from my toes to my head and tears streamed down my cheeks.
The last thing Geoff did was come behind Fleur and put his arms around her in a big hug. Then he gave her a kiss and let her go. I closed off my energy and sat down with a sigh. Once we were back in the car, I reported what I had heard to Fleur because none of this conversation had gone on out loud.
I don't know when he's going to leave us but it wasn't today.
This afternoon I went with Fleur to see Geoff. He is completely out of it now and was lying on his back snoring peacefully with the teddy bear that Aidan gave him in the crook of his elbow. I suppose one of the nurses put it there when they turned him over just before we arrived. Fleur sat beside him on the edge of the bed and I stood at his feet. I could hear the teaming rain outside the slightly opened window and a radio softly playing music in another room down the corridor. It was dimly lit except for the light from the door and the room felt slightly damp. After Fleur told Geoff that we were both there for a visit, neither of us said anything more.
As I closed my eyes and tuned in to Geoff's energy, I found him hanging out near the ceiling in the corner above his bed. I had the feeling that he's up there most of the time now and is pleased that he can get out of his body and remain out for lengths of time. He was standing with his arms folded over his chest and he looked as he used to before the cancer, with a full head of hair and healthy colouring.
I stood with my hands held out from my sides at about hip-height and angled towards his body on the bed. My palms prickled as they do when there is movement of energy and I sensed many beings with us in the room, as though they were sitting theatre-style in an oval around us. I didn't recognize them and it didn't seem important that I do so. It seemed that they were there to hold the space for Geoff as he prepares to cross over. Periodically a little jolt of energy travelled through my body and my feet felt heavy and solidly planted on the floor.
Over my left shoulder, behind me, I knew there was a doorway of bright light. Geoff looked that way and it seemed that he could see it. In my head, not out loud, I told him that he could go through it when he was ready and that it was safe. He moved towards it and then backed off again. I sensed that he is engaged in a back and forth dance, indicating to me that he wanted to go towards it but he wasn't sure of it yet, like a swimmer standing on the end of a diving board but afraid to jump. I told him he would find what he wanted to find on the other side of the light.
I wasn't quite sure if I was meant to do or say anything else so I asked my guides if I was finished. They said no and that I should stay right where I was. My arms floated up higher and I asked Geoff if there was anything he wanted to say to Fleur, to which he replied that he had already said what he needed to.
It suddenly occurred to me that he might want to say something to me, so I asked him. His immediate reply was to tell me that I (me, not him) am doing what I am supposed to be doing, right then in the room. I took this to be in response to the conversation that Fleur and I had been having in the car on the way to see him, about whether I was doing the right work in the world, rather than about what I was doing at that moment. A huge amount of energy tingled through me from my toes to my head and tears streamed down my cheeks.
The last thing Geoff did was come behind Fleur and put his arms around her in a big hug. Then he gave her a kiss and let her go. I closed off my energy and sat down with a sigh. Once we were back in the car, I reported what I had heard to Fleur because none of this conversation had gone on out loud.
I don't know when he's going to leave us but it wasn't today.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Joy and gratitude
I inspired myself yesterday when I watched Shelly's video on You Tube. Tonight, this morning, I'm ready to stay up from four until after five so that I can 'fire the grid'. Hell, it's only a little later than I would have been up anyway. I'm hoping that I don't completely get my second wind and have trouble getting to sleep afterwards. But then if I'm 'firing the grid', I should be able to sleep like a baby!
What Shelly said is that we should think of and/or do things that give us joy, and feel the gratitude we have for them. I'm getting a little head start here because I love writing. I thought writing this would get me in the right frame of mind.
At the end of my yoga practice each week, there is a moment for me to think of just one thing for which I feel grateful. I love that part of my practice. Sometimes it's people for whom I feel grateful and sometimes it's something as simple as the rain. Most of the time it brings tears to my eyes. I guess that's because gratitude comes from the heart and when my heart is touched I cry.
There was a documentary on the television this evening about an informal group of people who were squatting on a piece of the coast on the west side of Vancouver Island. Some of them had been there for close to twenty years because the owners of the land lived in Seattle and never came to visit. The interviewer went to talk to them and find out why they were there. They were a varied group and were there for many different reasons but all of them had rejected what they saw as the frenetic, materialistic and often avaricious life of the urban communities they had experienced, in favour of a simpler life that didn't rely so much on money and things.
They didn't have much but they were incredibly grateful for what they did have. They loved their work even though, in most cases, they didn't get paid for it. It gave them great joy to work outdoors, to watch the ocean and the weather and the nature around them. Their work was their life. It was precarious and physically hard to be sure but it was devoid of traffic, government forms, media, pollution and bills.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not pining after that sort of life. I like it where I am. Well, let me modify that; I mostly like it where I am. There are a few things I could do without but that is probably true of most of us. What does inspire me is the simplicity of having pared back to the basics. It's not as basic as their lives but it's simpler than how I used to live. One of the outcomes of simplifying is that I feel more grateful for everything I do have than I think I did when I had more.
I'm very clear about what I find optimal for my life:
The list is longer than I had thought it would be - for a simple life! I thought it was a simple life but maybe it isn't so simple. But clearly I don't need shopping malls.
I get joy from most of the things on my list but a list doesn't capture things like the sound of children playing, or the noon horn in the city park, or the smell of coffee, or being able to read out loud, to myself, something I've just finished writing. There really aren't words for the eureka feeling I get when a client has a breakthrough. And how do you describe a smell that brings back memories? My mother used to have a tin in which my grandmother had kept her hankies when she was alive. For many years after she died, I used to open the tin to take a deep sniff before I clapped the lid back on so as not to lose it. I still have the tin but the smell, and the joy of our relationship is in my memory.
When I focus on joy, there is so much of it. I could go on listing things all night. Isn't that a wonderful thought. On that note ... off I go to 'fire the grid'.
What Shelly said is that we should think of and/or do things that give us joy, and feel the gratitude we have for them. I'm getting a little head start here because I love writing. I thought writing this would get me in the right frame of mind.
At the end of my yoga practice each week, there is a moment for me to think of just one thing for which I feel grateful. I love that part of my practice. Sometimes it's people for whom I feel grateful and sometimes it's something as simple as the rain. Most of the time it brings tears to my eyes. I guess that's because gratitude comes from the heart and when my heart is touched I cry.
There was a documentary on the television this evening about an informal group of people who were squatting on a piece of the coast on the west side of Vancouver Island. Some of them had been there for close to twenty years because the owners of the land lived in Seattle and never came to visit. The interviewer went to talk to them and find out why they were there. They were a varied group and were there for many different reasons but all of them had rejected what they saw as the frenetic, materialistic and often avaricious life of the urban communities they had experienced, in favour of a simpler life that didn't rely so much on money and things.
They didn't have much but they were incredibly grateful for what they did have. They loved their work even though, in most cases, they didn't get paid for it. It gave them great joy to work outdoors, to watch the ocean and the weather and the nature around them. Their work was their life. It was precarious and physically hard to be sure but it was devoid of traffic, government forms, media, pollution and bills.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not pining after that sort of life. I like it where I am. Well, let me modify that; I mostly like it where I am. There are a few things I could do without but that is probably true of most of us. What does inspire me is the simplicity of having pared back to the basics. It's not as basic as their lives but it's simpler than how I used to live. One of the outcomes of simplifying is that I feel more grateful for everything I do have than I think I did when I had more.
I'm very clear about what I find optimal for my life:
- deep, loving relationships - close by or accessible by phone
- books & ideas - preferably including a good library
- sustainable food
- communication tools ... a computer to write on, an Internet connection so I can get on the web and send/receive emails, a phone
- water - rain, sea, lakes, rivers
- parks, trees, plants, flowers, green, up-and-down terrain, and birdsong
- peaceful, caring, creative, open-minded community with a variety of ages, races, skills and cultures
- my health and affordable, equitable, comprehensive health care
- time to think - every day
- regular conversation to stimulate thought
- a secure home - may it be ever so humble
- a temperate climate
- colour
- the ability to work at what I do best
The list is longer than I had thought it would be - for a simple life! I thought it was a simple life but maybe it isn't so simple. But clearly I don't need shopping malls.
I get joy from most of the things on my list but a list doesn't capture things like the sound of children playing, or the noon horn in the city park, or the smell of coffee, or being able to read out loud, to myself, something I've just finished writing. There really aren't words for the eureka feeling I get when a client has a breakthrough. And how do you describe a smell that brings back memories? My mother used to have a tin in which my grandmother had kept her hankies when she was alive. For many years after she died, I used to open the tin to take a deep sniff before I clapped the lid back on so as not to lose it. I still have the tin but the smell, and the joy of our relationship is in my memory.
When I focus on joy, there is so much of it. I could go on listing things all night. Isn't that a wonderful thought. On that note ... off I go to 'fire the grid'.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Keeping positive by Firing the Grid
I was talking to my friend Ruth in Scotland today and, among other things, she reminded me of how important my thoughts are. I have had this reminder frequently over the last few months. It must be a theme! Talking with Ruth is such a lovely way to be reminded. I always feel better when I get off the phone, even when she is feeling burdened herself. Somehow, we manage to lift one another. And isn't that what friendship is all about? I have several friends like that and I feel very fortunate.
Before I began blogging today, I went back and re-read my piece about listening for the 'whoosh'. (June 17, 2007) I needed to remind myself that all is well on our little blue planet, third from the sun. It seems to have been my day for talking to friends, although one of them wasn't home. The one who was home when I called was talking about knowing that change is just around the corner. He suggested that we have to sit still and be patient and not give up. He reminded me about the movement afoot to 'Fire the Grid'. It is a global commitment to fire the grid together on Tuesday, the 17th of July at 11:10(a.m.) GMT. For us on the Pacific Coast of NA, that will be 4:10 in the morning. I think I'll just have to stay up even later than usual.
I've just been to the You Tube site (linked above) and listened to the whole talk by the originator of the 'Fire the Grid' idea, Shelley Yates. It was easy to listen to and a good reminder, as I was already aware of her and her story. I can't remember now who first sent it to me but I read it on her web site. It wasn't in video format at that point. July 17th was a long way off and I put it on a back burner. For those of you who aren't meditators, or new age types, or religious, she's just suggesting that you do something for an hour that brings you joy, and that you express your gratitude for it. The joy and the gratitude are about raising your vibration level at the same time as loads of other people around the world. It makes sense to me. It isn't even 'woo-woo'!
In the meantime I am committing myself, RE-committing myself, to being positive, looking for the positive, and appreciating it and being grateful for it when I find it.
Before I began blogging today, I went back and re-read my piece about listening for the 'whoosh'. (June 17, 2007) I needed to remind myself that all is well on our little blue planet, third from the sun. It seems to have been my day for talking to friends, although one of them wasn't home. The one who was home when I called was talking about knowing that change is just around the corner. He suggested that we have to sit still and be patient and not give up. He reminded me about the movement afoot to 'Fire the Grid'. It is a global commitment to fire the grid together on Tuesday, the 17th of July at 11:10(a.m.) GMT. For us on the Pacific Coast of NA, that will be 4:10 in the morning. I think I'll just have to stay up even later than usual.
I've just been to the You Tube site (linked above) and listened to the whole talk by the originator of the 'Fire the Grid' idea, Shelley Yates. It was easy to listen to and a good reminder, as I was already aware of her and her story. I can't remember now who first sent it to me but I read it on her web site. It wasn't in video format at that point. July 17th was a long way off and I put it on a back burner. For those of you who aren't meditators, or new age types, or religious, she's just suggesting that you do something for an hour that brings you joy, and that you express your gratitude for it. The joy and the gratitude are about raising your vibration level at the same time as loads of other people around the world. It makes sense to me. It isn't even 'woo-woo'!
In the meantime I am committing myself, RE-committing myself, to being positive, looking for the positive, and appreciating it and being grateful for it when I find it.
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