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Regrets, Questions, and Finding a Way Forward
By Nick Esten-E5 USNavy
I had one of those reflective days where I generally kept to myself and let my mind wander to places that I’ve struggled to forget. It’s pretty easy for me to get lost in my thoughts, because at any given time, my brain remembers, forgets, learns and processes all the little electric signals that produce these words on the screen…

I hear a lot of people claim they have no regrets and sometimes I know they’re lying or they haven’t reached that point yet, but everyone at some point will do or say something that will absolutely and irrevocably shift the course of the rest of their life.

“I wouldn’t be the person I am today if not for “insert excuse here””

Most people say this because it’s the accepted answer to the age old question “What do you regret?”

I think that answer’s a lie, because deep down, most people don’t really like themselves. They hide from themselves; they make excuses for themselves as to why this and why that, and they don’t really know what they are saying. They only know what is acceptable to say.

I know these people exist because I am one of those people. I could sit here and say that in my short 24 years in existence I haven’t done one thing that I regret, but everyone would know it to be flat out bulls**t. I’ve done unfair things to good people, and it cost me everything…the girl I loved, the future I had dreamed of…everything that makes a life colorful was taken because I chose poorly.

And I regret that it took me losing everything to learn one simple lesson; that another person had to suffer because I, for some reason, didn’t have the good sense or courage to stand up for what was right and what I believed in.

You know what I learned?

Integrity is everything. It’s the foundation on which my character is built, not some garment that I can take on and off at will. You give up your integrity, you don’t have anything after that, because everything you are is a pile of s**t.

A life is nothing more than a series of small events, strung together by the fabric of time and the happiest souls are not the ones who have the least worries; they’re the ones who remain flexible. Who, no matter what may come, use a stumbling block as a stepping stone. They’re the ones who move through life like water.

I want that. I had that. Once. I know I can have it again. I’m just lost. I have no real direction, no real goal, I’m just moving through these days without any sort of enthusiasm for much of anything except art. Stories. Poems. Music. Songs. Movies. Photography. These things that move the soul…

I let so many days go. So many days that could’ve been spent better, but I chose to waste them, and now that I can hear his footsteps a little clearer, those days now seem so much more precious. I only have one life, and I want to make it mean something. I want to leave this world a better place than the one I came into. And it’s hard because I see so much of the world going wrong, and I, having so very little control over my own world, don’t know what to do.

I go to work and I come back and I watch the cars go by on the freeway below. Or the ships that sit in port out in the harbor. I wonder why I can’t be more like the wind? To roll freely like I once did.

As you can tell, I spend a lot of time falling back into the past. It’s gone. The very best days of my life are gone and that’s a pretty sad thought…but the beautiful thing about it is that I have no idea what’s yet to come. So my best days may yet be ahead of me. Maybe not, but there is still air in my lungs and if God permits my soul to return each day, then I will find the meaning in my life once again.

In and of itself, life is too big a mystery to figure out in one lifetime. But then again, maybe I’ll get lucky and become one of those happy sages found in some hidden stretch of mountains. Maybe I’ll be old and bald with a bunch of grandchildren and a wife I adore…who knows. I don’t let myself think of such things because deep down, I don’t believe in them. But just because I don’t believe, doesn’t mean it can’t happen…because there are a lot of people who believe in me…and for me.

And I try so desperately not to disappoint.

What more can be said? What would I do for one more day? What would have happened if I had been the one to die that day instead of her? What would she have become? Would she be married? Would she have kids? What would she look like? Her face is just a blur to me now…

I won’t ever be able to answer those questions…survivor’s guilt is something that stays with you all the days of your life. When someone gives their life for yours, what do you do when your life has become such a disappointment?

I wish I knew the answer.

All I know for sure is that somewhere out in the unknown mists of time, there’s an end waiting for me. A lake to which this life of mine flows. And when I get there, I will have a smile on my face because I will know that I was loved, and that I made a difference in someone’s life. That is my motivation. Not to waste a sacrifice. I will find my way through the fog and dark and cold and whatever kind of misery this life can hurl at me. And I will be the light in the dark for people as I have been…for what is to give light, must endure burning.

From this day forward, I live my life for the people who make it worth living. The friends that make me smile, the love that makes me glow, and the series of small events that will make this life of mine a damn good read someday. When I’m gone…I want people to remember one thing and one thing only.

Love.

Because that is what I remember.

“What tomorrow brings, we cannot know”

From the mouths of babes….
This is my son. My first born. It’s nice to know when some of your own teachings begin to shine through. Especially yesterday when this was written, regrets, the things we do that we wish we could change. We are not our story. We can change right now. This moment as you are reading this blog. Life is too short to waste on things that are not real, not tangible, not worthy of our love and energy. If people do not want to drink after they have been given the trough full of water and instructions on how to drink, then there is nothing to be done. Walk away. Pray for them. Live YOUR life to the fullest in truth to yourself most of all. It’s those lies we will not admit to ourselves where our sickness lies. Those are the tapes so deep that you hear them in your sleep. The ones that creep out when you least expect them. The ones that cause us to self sabotage. The ones that make you forget that love is a two way street it takes cooperation on both sides to make it work. The ones that make us feel “less than” or “not enough” or “not worthy” or “bad” because we fail to live up to another’s expectations or our own.

I was faced recently with do I want LOVE or do I want a PARTNER … the man I love, still to this day, is in no way shape or form partner material for me at this time. He is unavailable on several levels, most of all emotional. Too afraid to explore changes outside his comfort levels inside and out. A lion in business, the cowardly lion inside, searching for his courage that was always there if he believed in himself enough to not care what others thought. A true warrior knows that love is his strength not a dark spot in his life. A partner works as a team, thinks as a team, lets nothing stand in the way of the goal of the team and never leaves a man or woman behind. One too can have a partner without love. Is that better? To live a life content but not fulfilling without love in it. Because it’s always been that way, because to go outside the “story” people have of you,  may make them or yourself look bad? Why would you care what the other person thinks really? Who are you trying to impress? Would it occur to that person that perhaps misery loves company? Would it occur to that person that to dictate, “you are the one we all look up to, you are the perfect example of what life should look like” just because you do things OUR WAY or a certain way, is a form of manipulation for control over your thinking and not about duty or respect? If passive aggressive behavior is the price you pay if you do not conform to the “idea” , “the plan”, “the way it should be”, all because you did what made you happy? That we are to surpass our parents thinking so as to evolve as a species? To be real with our kids and prepare them for the real world not some fantasy “Keeping up with the Jones” or sheltering them from the pains that real life bring and being the example of how to get around that and still be true to yourself?? To exist without love is not life. You are not living in my opinion if that is the case. Existence and survival are not living!  I decided that I wanted LOVE AND A PARTNER IN ONE! When I drew that boundry, I was met with anger, rejection, cruelty, everything that was not love. I knew this person had been lying to themselves and when I made that person look at it, they reacted with chaos and coldness and chose to walk away. To walk away from love, for convenience and the comfort of what is known, to be nothing more then a provider and a gopher,  a cog in a dilapidated wheel, which as all things mechanical wear out,  to be a shell of the person they could be, even though that life is toxic to their soul? They see a duty misplaced, loyalty not earned,  a truth…perceived… that is not truth to most people’s perceptions, but to them  it is.(Hitler thought he was RIGHT! Doing what GOD AND EVERYONE EXPECTED HIM TO DO AS THE “MAN” THE “LEADER” Yet, no one else saw it that way….. did that make it right to them or the people who suffered at all costs to keep his “vision” of what was right?  They had love in the palm of their hands, lying in their arms, two hearts beating as one and peace in the closeness, the truth of love, lights appearing with each and every kiss and comfort in their soul…..except when it came time to follow through on promises and dreams created, to put action and commitment to the vision,  to pay the piper, to walk the talk, to pay the debts one creates through words and actions. Then that person became angry, saw things as an attack, as an ultimatum, as fear. Pushing it away. Stomping on it. Belittling it. Not allowing it to exist within their own mind. What we resist will persist. And sometimes it’s too late.  All because they were too weak to say enough is enough. I choose love and happiness. Truth is subjective, if the truth is a perspective. What IS just IS. This person will assuredly regret his choice when they realize, they are totally alone. When the people they trusted to have the answers, when they didn’t want to look for themselves, prove to be wrong for them even though it worked for this person who gave this advice, or the people who they try to keep happy all the time being the golden child in their eyes die or get sick and do not remember those answers and are no longer there to give them that ego affirmation, when the duty and loyalty back fires in their face with betrayal, when the world they so desperately hold onto, fought for, to save it’s existence, the dream of what they wanted so desperately in the beginning when they truly settled for less then what they originally wanted,  exists no more because it was all just illusion, when their greatest fears come to pass and they lose the respect of those who matter most because they refused to take a chance and grow. When they too can gain the insight that my children and I have gained. Love is all there is … to live your life for the sake of how it looks or for someone else’s well being, is a lie to yourself. To lie to yourself is a sad sickness that can be changed at any moment, it’s never too late. Walk your talk and act with love and integrity, accept that life is not perfect and to deal with it the best you can as long as you have love around you. Interesting to think how the brain works…. Love, makes us fill in the blanks. Like when you read a sentence and the brain will put a missing word or correct spelling on a word which is misprinted, so we still understand the sentence even though that is not what it said,  we do the same in our relationships. We fill in the blanks of what’s missing or not quite right. We fix it to make it work for awhile. We create perfection or tolerance for those we “love” by sub consciously filling in the blanks, making excuses, living a lie, or lying to ourselves being in denial about what really is in that moment. Problem is then we get surprised when the whole thing falls apart and doesn’t work. We are not being truthful to ourselves, not seeing those missing words and it didn’t work, didn’t make sense, didn’t line up the right way! Well isn’t that a big surprise! Love always finds its way back to itself. True strength, requires the courage to look beyond the pain and the loss to the power of creation and manifestation. Overcoming those obstacles through love. Through love (Creator) all things are possible, surrendering control and attachments to outcomes. It is sad when love seemingly dies on any level, through your own actions or through circumstance and time. True love never dies, wanes perhaps, changes its depth or style, HOW we love can change but REAL love never dies. It is always my hope to find the gifts within each encounter in myself and to find the good in all those who’s paths I cross. I try to be a positive influence in the world around me always. To make a positive memory instead of a negative one. To not have regrets in my life, only to walk with integrity, to make lemonade when life hands me nothing but lemons, to have as kind a heart as I possibly can, to show my fellow man compassion and understanding and tolerance in the choices they make and try to recognize that I am worth loving, I have something to say, I have something to contribute to this world around me, I am perfect as I am now in all ways, I forgive myself for those things I cannot change, but do my best to learn from those mistakes and grow from them and to not make the same mistakes over and over again. The insanity lies there. I do not want to wallow in the dark caverns of sadness and hopelessness for years and years. As my friend Stanley says, “I would rather have a near life experience” Life includes ebbs and flows, and sometimes those tides can be extreme, but it is how we deal with it, honestly or in sketchy ways, which dictates our character. If you do not like what you see when you look there, then change it. Change yourself, how you look at things. Today, right now in this moment! You can begin by changing the words “can’t” and “trying” in your own vocabulary! Those are excuse words. You can do what you put your mind to if you want it bad enough. Trying is not doing! Put up or shut up as they say! Walk your talk or you are by definition a hypocrite. It only takes one step at a time. Baby steps, one step forward two steps back. We will always slide back to what is comfortable. What we know the outcome will be. It’s way harder to take those steps through the door of the unknown to what could be better or worse from our own perspectives. Release the fear. It could be BETTER! When a door closes a window opens, that which we lose or set free return if they are meant to be…usually better then before. The worst feeling in the world is “What if?” The not knowing because we didn’t try because we were afraid to know the answer when we had the chance to know it for sure. At least when we take a chance and we fail we are living. Truly there is no failure, just what works best for us. We are no one to judge what works and doesn’t for another person. That is a form of control, judgment. Surrender, Release, Forgive, Accept, Love. Live to never regret. Follow your heart, for love is all there is. The rest is a waste of time and a foundation of more regret. Do what you love, be who YOU are, not someones version of you. Find the courage to stand up for what you believe is best for you! Stick by it. Know what you want, and do not act from fear, entrapment, manipulation, depression, hopelessness. Coming from a place of emotion instead of knowing can only bring lower vibrational lessons with them. Some of the most painful kind. Try to see the good in people even those who have done atrocious things to you, you will cut down your suffering and sadness. Turn that frown upside down and laugh. Find something to make yourself laugh. Laughter is the best medicine for a broken or wounded heart. It reminds you that you are still alive. As long as you are, all moments pass to memory and as extreme as they are the next moment could hold the difference. My friend always says to me, “Do not give up five minutes before the miracle!” hold on until the next moment comes. Look to the past and learn from it so you can know the future and what to do with it. See how you want it to change and begin with your own thinking. Be the pebble in the pond and start a ripple of love to change negative vibrations around your environment, this will spill over like the ripples in the pond.
Do not throw pearls before swine. Do not give your love to those who do not return it, cherish it and respect it. For to stay in imbalanced states can only lead to one end, a return to balance by any means necessary. That can be destructive and painful if we resist. I personally prefer to ride the waves not get totally crushed by them. Like waves, they can catch us off guard, have rip tides and under currents which pull us down and we lose our breath for a brief moment, but we swim and pull ourselves up to breath again and see the sunshine on the water and see the beauty of all that is around. The ocean like love can be nurturing or destructive depending on the influences around it. Never mess with Mother Nature! She’s got a mighty sword herself!
Life is good. Love is life. Do not throw it away when you have it. Honor it. Cherish it. For tomorrow it may not be the same.
Blessings everyone! Make it a great day! Love and Light, Kimberly.

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Greetings and Salutations! It’s been a busy week here for me, Michael Jaco was a fantastic guest! Thanks so much Michael for sharing your stories with the world! Everyone, pick up a copy of ” The Intuitive Warrior”.

Today I want to talk about something that as we awaken we all go through in life. It is part one of a series I will write in the future.

One of the most difficult things that I have found as an empathic person who is wired for healing is this. It’s hard to watch another human being in pain. To not take that on as your own and to allow them to endure it because you know that it is for their highest good.

This is true of family and friends who have addictions to things like drugs, or it can be addictions to toxic relationships, or addictions to misery and that type of thing.

People who thrive on the drama of it all, the story. There are some epic stories out there right now, my own included.

Sometimes I sit with myself and wonder, how is it that we manage to keep doing this to ourselves, allowing the pain to continue even though we know in our intellectual minds how to stop that, yet we still sit in it like a dark murky fog.

We are paralyzed by it and cannot see that we can move. Why do we allow ourselves to stay there and suffer so much??

I think, well perhaps I do this because as low as we go in duality is as high as we go the other extreme. Then I think, well, perhaps it’s so we can know that feeling of despair and understand it better. Truth is it could be both those things and many more. We have all been there, wanting to just die, to not exist, to want to escape the pain so badly wondering if it would ever end. Thinking of all the ways that you could do yourself off with the least amount of damage to those around you.

How does the human being turn that around?? What is that spark?? I believe love is a great conductor in that, but is it survival?? is love a primal?? like food, sex, survival?

What is it that makes some give up and others get tough. What is that strength stuff made of??

For myself, there seems to be a well that never dries out. Many times have I been on that edge, many times it was not my own stuff causing that feeling either.

They say that God never gives us more then we can handle, and that in that breaking point of ourselves, that slow death of our egos, we find our true character. Our grit if you will.

People have often asked me, “How do you stay so positive with all the stuff going on in your life?”

For one, faith. I have a great deal of it. Faith that all things will work out as they are supposed to. Faith that if my choice is not a good one the universe will let me know in many ways. Faith that this too shall pass.

In the darkest moments of the soul, it is when we connect with Mother/Father and our higher self to find those answers that no one else seems to have not even yourself.

Now is the only time we can create, in this moment. We can choose to be defeated, or we can choose to feel the pain but move onward to a place that is. If we do not like a circumstance, or it feels empty or painful, change it. You can do it. You just have to choose it and mean it.

Looking at ourselves, at our lives objectively is not always easy, our automatic responses want to point fingers and say things like “I wouldn’t act this way if >>>>>>fill in the blank.” “Things would be better if>>>>>fill in the blank” “I feel like there is no solution that will work!”

We are all guilty of these statements within our own minds. These statements which are self sabotaging to our ultimate goals.

It is in the moments of those dark hours and thoughts that we finally surrender! We finally give up fighting it, the change within us. The innocence is gone, the dream became some other reality, there is no turning back when your perceptions are changed whatever the subject matter.

The inner death of the old you and the phoenix that rises from the ashes and it has to be the creator within your being because it is like a life renewed a new birth within our spirit. A new hope. Often a new gift or level of insight to life and the bigger picture and how we fit into it.

If we can stop being in the emotional place and come to that place of a higher awareness, then we can begin to heal. Release. Forgive. Accept what is as it is now, in this moment. Put action to change things within our control. How we see things, how we respond to ideas, people, places, situations, can we change our situation by making a move?? Ultimately you cannot run from the problems they will follow you wherever you go until you face them, so better to walk through it and seek the messages,gifts, lessons as quickly as possible. In doing so you begin to shift the focus to the solution. Writing it out can help, talking it out even with yourself can help as well. Working things out through exercise, housecleaning, singing, dancing, reading, meditating, music, painting, woodworking, tinkering on things around the house. Changing your bedspread and curtains or moving furniture around. These are all things which can help in that wave of need for change. Natural evolution of life and person, we are always about the change. The more we focus on surrendering and allowing things to take their course, to allowing others to be who they are and make their choices for themselves, focusing on the solution being brought to us, the lessons and the bigger pictures of our life and the people involved lives, the quicker we move through the dark periods.

Then you have Stan, his friend asks, “Where did I come from?” Stan says to him, “The last place you left.” His friend says, “Where am I going?”, Stan answers, “The next place you’ll be.”

Sometimes messages come to us in the most interesting ways. Always our angels and spirit guides nudging us to clarity in the messages we receive all over the place.

The trick is to stop and listen. To stop and give thanks in the midst of it all for the things we have instead of the things we do not. To see things gained and not lost. To know that the cycles of life have beginnings and endings. Sometimes those endings are difficult and sometimes they flow like the river. To remember that life is full of ebbs and flows. To use our tools to center in the midst of the storms around us, to remember to be still when things are not clear or chaotic around us, and if a choice is still wavering within our beings that it is best to be silent and watch and wait until the way is made clear.

The issue sometimes is our own impatience with things. Our time is rarely divine time. Other times it is our own resistence to change or to acceptance of whatever may be the issues at hand.

I release the need to resist change. I release the need for struggle. Change flows through me with ease and grace, I am flexible like the gentle breezes, laughter dancing upon the streams of life. Love and I are in harmony with the divine plan and the divine flow. I am perfect as I am now. I love myself as I am now. I accept myself as I am now. I forgive myself as I am now. I am a divine being. I love my life and life supports me in all ways in perfect timing and harmony. These are some of the positive affirmations that I have used during these moments.

This concludes today’s post….love and light, xox Kimberly

Devotion

Can you imagine a country where citizens don’t own any guns.
For self protection,or sport or for fun.
Can you imagine a country where voters were not.
Can you imagine country where the citizens rights were  forgot.
Can you imagine a country where we no longer feel free
and the only hands having guns are the criminals we see.
Law breakers will be around forever,
so make sure your there to pull that lever.

Stanley Victor Paskavich
Author of Stantasyland

From The Soul of an American

Every year they put it to the test,
but, the Second Amendment stands the best.
The right to own arms in a country that’s free,
is a loyal display of our integrity.
For hunting or self protection guns can be great,
and in a last chance Militia they can help with our fate.
I’ve carried a weapon when I served my country,
and swore with an oath to keep America free.
But, freedoms and liberties are getting thinner each day,
as the Constitution’s words are slowly melting away.
This country was protected with powder and shot,
and the hearts of the Militia who won’t be forgot.
Not only did their squirrel guns put food on their plate,
they gave us this NATION WE ALL SEE AS GREAT!

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The choice not made

There’s a noise at my door who could it be?
Could it be a criminal looking for me?
Does he have intentions of giving me harm?
What will I do they’ve taken away my arms?
Should I grab a knife or a ball bat will that protect me?
What if the criminal has a gun that’s coming for me?
When I had the chance to vote and show my conviction,
Not going my has left  me in this prediction.
I thought there would be enough voters to protect my rights,
now the safety of my life has fell clean out of my sight.

**************************************************************************************

Diligence

A grandfather was talking with his grandson one day,
about the things he’s done in a land far away.
He said “Tommy I’ve done many things I didn’t like to do,
but it insured our children could live freely like you”.
Before I went to war all I had killed was that twelve point Buck.
and I tell you it was nothing but luck.
I had an old Iver Johnson twelve Gage loaded with double ought.
I don’t really know the last time it had been shot.
But that Buck showed his head out from behind some tree’s
My mind thought wow and I let out a sneeze.
Just as the buck turned and started to run,
I pulled back on the trigger and down he come.
That Buck was so big he fed our family for half of the year,
and back in my day food was something that people held dear.
Then he walked over to his bed and the night stand,
and came back holding a medal in his hand.
He said “this is my award for the sacrifices in combat I had to give”.
To insure that Americans had a free country in which to live,
but Tommy each day their trying to take our freedoms away.
I’ve been a hunter and a soldier and guns aren’t for play.
Weapons should always be in responsible hands,
whether for sport or hunting or protecting this land.

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The Crack Shot

Load ready, aim, fire!
I gotcha!
Load ready, aim, fire!
I got another one!
Victorious and glorious the little boy yelled out
as he was shooting flies on a wall with his rubber band gun.
Even with it he was still responsible enough not to shoot out an eye.

Stanley Victor Paskavich
Author of Stantasyland




Poems related to the Second  Amendment

From The Soul of an American

Every year they put it to the test,
but, the Second Amendment stands the best.
The right to own arms in a country that’s free,
is a loyal display of our integrity.
For hunting or self protection guns can be great,
and in a last chance Militia they can help with our fate.
I’ve carried a weapon when I served my country,
and swore with an oath to keep America free.
But, freedoms and liberties are getting thinner each day,
as the Constitution’s words are slowly melting away.
This country was protected with powder and shot,
and the hearts of the Militia who won’t be forgot.
Not only did their squirrel guns put food on their plate,
they gave us this NATION WE ALL SEE AS GREAT!

******************************************************************************************

The choice not made

There’s a noise at my door who could it be?
Could it be a criminal looking for me?
Does he have intentions of giving me harm?
What will I do they’ve taken away my arms?
Should I grab a knife or a ball bat will that protect me?
What if the criminal has a gun that’s coming for me?
When I had the chance to vote and show my conviction,
Not going my has left  me in this prediction.
I thought there would be enough voters to protect my rights,
now the safety of my life has fell clean out of my sight.

**************************************************************************************

Diligence

A grandfather was talking with his grandson one day,
about the things he’s done in a land far away.
He said “Tommy I’ve done many things I didn’t like to do,
but it insured our children could live freely like you”.
Before I went to war all I had killed was that twelve point Buck.
and I tell you it was nothing but luck.
I had an old Iver Johnson twelve Gage loaded with double ought.
I don’t really know the last time it had been shot.
But that Buck showed his head out from behind some tree’s
My mind thought wow and I let out a sneeze.
Just as the buck turned and started to run,
I pulled back on the trigger and down he come.
That Buck was so big he fed our family for half of the year,
and back in my day food was something that people held dear.
Then he walked over to his bed and the night stand,
and came back holding a medal in his hand.
He said “this is my award for the sacrifices in combat I had to give”.
To insure that Americans had a free country in which to live,
but Tommy each day their trying to take our freedoms away.
I’ve been a hunter and a soldier and guns aren’t for play.
Weapons should always be in responsible hands,
whether for sport or hunting or protecting this land.

*****************************************************************************************

The Crack Shot

Load ready, aim, fire!
I gotcha!
Load ready, aim, fire!
I got another one!
Victorious and glorious the little boy yelled out
as he was shooting flies on a wall with his rubber band gun.
Even with it he was still responsible enough not to shoot out an eye.

Stanley Victor Paskavich
Author of Stantasyland

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