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.
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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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