A Posting from Miss Petite Lion

Of course I All my life I was one of those people that zigged when I should have zagged. I was that one person that actually took that,”Wrong turn at Albuquerque
!”There were many times I almost felt like this could be a fact

that if a minute piece of meteor perhaps the size of the head of a thumbtack and at that precise moment everybody was standing ass to ass that particular piece of meteor would find me! Just me!!!

No one else.  I know it sounds like I was running my own home movie of “ Lianna’s  Pity Party“. Really It wasn’t my intention( and those of you out there …..and you know whom you are). When you seem to consistently have the weirdest bad luck no matter how pious or careful,how much time you took to think before you did things they would just seem to explode right in front of you and way  more often than what was acceptable as“ the norm“. It gives you the feeling like you were always navigating thru a heavily mined area and all of the mines were highly movement sensitive and you were in earthquake country! Even the ones that knew me the longest and were close to me (Family) .For example  my mother and my sister would say to me when they would hear about something that happened. First it would be my sister saying to me, “You have the weirdest t hings that seem to happen and a lot of them not good . I’ve watched and you could be standing minding your own business except maybe giving the person that you are next to your ear and listen to their woes while giving them your coat because they were cold and didn’t have one and that would be just about the time that person went inside and locked the door by accident  and can’t hear you knocking not to mention they forgot to give back the coat and that’s about the time a blizzard would strike!” She would then say with my mother nodding her head and then chiming in , “You always do that to yourself you always think with your heart first and your head coming in last and then something happens and it’s you that is the loser…. (they would both pause stare straight into my eyes) then in unison like synchronized swimming “If you would just do it like you are supposed to and use your head first then if necessary your heart….especially those “kind of people “ you know most of them are just taking advantage of your kindness, they know  your weakness that you think with your heart, why would they come for your help ? They must be not people you could trust because if they could be they would have better people like family or closer friends unless they are doing or have done something wrong and even their family etc. won’t  help them .!” Or the one my brother would say , “Why do you have be so nice and helping those kind of people you know the ones that have PROBLEMS! One of these days you are going to think with that heart of yours and something is going to happen to you bad like hospital or jail or something and I don’t want to be the one to have to tell mom and dad that something happened to you . If you would use your head do something for some charity then you know that the ones you are helping are okay to help, and if you do it that way then you don’t take a < /FONT>risk by being around them.  That’s the smart way! That’s using your head!! “. I know they sound like a bunch of heartless wonders but they really aren’t. They just didn’t know what to say or do for me because really their actions in life did not reflect that shallowness they couldn’t give me any answers and they couldn’t reconcile blaming me for some evil I had done was the reason for my “bad luck”.  I was like the guy on the Flintstone’s “Bad luck Schlep rock” I had some sort of black cloud hanging over just me and the reason was my heart!!  I can see why they saw that as a weakness or maybe it should be categorized as a disability or a birth defect. I admit they did have somewhat of a point in a way. I am guilty of taking people that had “problems or issues” I am guilty as sin of that! I even used to joke and say that my house was the “last way station“ for kids, animals and down on the luck adults , strays of all kinds. Yes, I was a sap for a hard luck story. Guilty as charged ! A soft touch? Yes guilty! I  Weak? No not because I was a sap for a hard luck story a soft touch or that I always seem to go for the underdog the only weakness I was guilty of was being weak and believing that their was something wrong with thinking with my heart first.  But I also want t o make something clear before I go on I cannot tell a lie some of those “bad luck ” things  that happened were because  it just the way things turned out no blame and others it was my poor decision for one reason or another. Ratio wise though, screw up were 25% as opposed to heart which was about 70%. Although the peanut gallery always blamed it all on me thinking with my heart first!  Due to the constant prodding from family etc. I tried very hard to change my decision making process. I would get close but no cigar! I would have it all set in my head what I was going to do the next time I heard that hard luck story, or the next time someone was down on there luck etc. etc. and then it would happen and everything that I had so carefully prepped myself for would just disappear and suddenly it was like I would go on some weird backward  autopilot. My mind would get in the fetal position with its thumb in it’s mouth and my heart wearing its Superman cape   with my own  personal  singers singing “here I am to save the day!!!”  I would go in with guns a blazing ,  almost like a like the bull in a china shop !!!! Wouldn’t you know it  there I was again asking, “I’m sorry that you are having such a hard time. Have you eaten? Do you  have a place to stay tonight?”.  As my friend Kimberly would say in a New Jersey accent, ” Can we talk?” I always thought or justified (depending on your point of view) What if that were me? or my daughter? and we were down on our luck, I would hope that someone would help me or my daughter out in that type of situation. I figured I was at least putting that energy out into the universe and with that what goes around comes around karma thing going on I may not get the perspective help back from those that I helped but that if I did get into a jam e tc. that the universe would find another “me” type of person and they would be there helping out. Of course the one or two times I used that thought or theory as a defense against my own personal “peanut gallery” I got shot down . Surprisingly on that one ,much to old peanut gallery’s chagrin I was correct.

So on life went, I still was diligently attempting to change ., There were a few  times I was successful in using my mind first but they all turned out as disasters. Just about the time I could feel myself start to go there and buy into some of my own stinking thinking , ” perhaps God or something just didn’t like me or I was being punished for some forgotten offense to the universe”. Then for no apparent reason I experienced one of those life altering, show stopping synchronistic miraculous wave kinda thing that contained uncountable small epiphanies which led to, and culminated with ,a giant monster epiphany!!!! There were also minor realizations in the double digits after ,for example , I realized that I had been carrying parts of the monster epiphany for years actually as far back as I remember! O ne of the biggest realizations  or visions(they are like aftershocks from an earthquake)  was that having those epiphanies , especially the monster,  I felt like I was handed and it  to be carried around in your pocket or purse big  A very large very intricate and quite detailed dot to dot puzzles that you could not guess what the picture was because they were so intricate and detailed and the dots contained were in the triple digits , until all the dots were located and connected in their proper order.

When I finally had “come down” and the “wave” was in a lull before the next possible wave could hit ,my mind began the process of doing that replay thing that it is so good at, going over all those times when I zigged when I should have zagged or when I took those wrong turns at Albuquerque, or I had experienced a “This is another fine mess you gotten yourself into Ollie” kind of thing. I started to see so many things in so many ways 180 degrees different than I did just 10 minutes prior. I realized  that actually the times that I was able to lead with my mind hardly ever turned out copasetic and if I really looked at things, my choices that I used my old heart, minus  the decisions that I knew were poor ones , the odds compared with the average person were better. The only real difference was that when the hear t decides, and it goes wrong for one reason or another, the places that it effects or is pervasive in your life ,have to do more so with your feelings than concrete things not that they might not affect the concrete items but that the prominent issue is your feelings.They also have a tendency towards emotional  dramas like mini soap operas.  The decisions that you make with the heart when they fail or just go

wrong they are noticed more profoundly . I believe that is

because the emotional drama makes them ,what I like to call “Louder”” mistakes. People in general remember those loud errors in judgement or discernment more so because it hits that soap opera gossip gene that is seemingly hard wired in a lot of people.

The part of the monster epiphany that struck me was one that I think is a truth that has been buried within us since  Adam and Eve . This is the part that I believe goes something like this, Somewhere we were the culprits for one  reason or another ( that is one I will perhaps save for  another blog!) that we put this separation between the Mother/Father God  maybe because like teenagers due when they are attempting to figure who they are do the opposite from what they have been taught and shown by their parental figures. You know the pendulum swings all the way to opposite before it is able to get to that middle the place of balance.

As I pondered that part of the puzzle another aspect jumped out and hit me square in the face. The separation that we chose to put between us and God we took it so that the pendulum swung far to that other side and jumped out of our hearts and into our brains or minds. This way we could not look at what it was that was happening and find and excuse for our behavior if it all went wrong, such as I was tempted by a snake, or she made me do it, or it has not scientific or logical proof etc. I also came to understand that in the mind is where the fear, envy, torment, cruelty, despair and  death were born and resided. That within our hearts things like Love , compassion, understanding forgiveness etc lived. Love is what The Source’s essence is made of which our true essence is, it is the essence of creation. If we make decisions from the mind of our heart, that even if it goes awry initially that truly in the bigger picture it was not a poor decision it was that what we were to receive was something that would expand us and that it was something important for us or someone else to learn and experience. It may have gone wrong on a physical 3 D  level or in societies opinion , but in the grand scheme of things what happened was for the highest good .  I also realized that I had actually been lucky, not disabled etc. in any way. I had been doing the process the way it was intended somewhere along the way I was one of those outside of the norm or the box kind of people, that it had been forgotten to let me in on what the human race had changed the programming to. I was born in default mode the optimum mode. At that moment I felt such peace and gratitude that it was indescribable. I knew that when I had time enough to process all of what this Monster “dot to dot” implied that letting others in on the gift of this knowledge was part of what it was about. That I was going to do that “I’ll tell two people and they will tell two people and so on” thing and along with the others that have been given this gift who would also be messengers, the understanding would would be owned by enough of us to cause “a hundredth monkey effect” and perhaps it would be or at least a big contributing factor to our survival when the time came and the transition , the “evolutionary leap” the ascension occurs. I am not sure what to label it but the “big Change” “the shift” that everybody is discussing that has been predicted, that is at the beginning of the final countdown.

Since that initial moment of realization the complete picture of what I was gifted an understanding is exponentially huge and to write about it would take months , so the complete picture I will have to dole it out in increments. How that should be done, I don’t really know.  So  I am having faith that Spirit, God will let me know (He/She has not failed me yet) .  What the crux of the message is that it is time that we turn around step back into our hearts and merge with our higher self our God self that exists in the now only and return and be who we really are and step out of this hell hole soap opera drama illusion that we created for ourselves and let the pendulum finally get back to the middle , the balance point so we can find “home”: again. I’m not sure what all it is I am to embark on from this  illusion we call reality’s fixed point in time at this pivotal moment  in the human race. I do know this , when Source lifted the gate and let me see myself who I really am and whom we all are  (we are but reflections or mirrors of each other which we are also mirrors of The Creator ,the Source, God. which ever you prefer,  made in the image and likeness His/Her children)..Who they have diligently prepared. Who they so carefully watched over. Who they were extremely patient, understanding , forgiving with Who they always without fail proved that their love for me was unconditional, limitless and timeless (forever) I saw the perfection of us and all of creation and that we all  need to see understand and own the perfection of who we are. In that I understood for myself that really it has always been my deep down soul desire , that I was seeing with extreme clarity, To express my gratitude for the gift of life, Glorify my Creator, express from the heart , the “mind” of the heart my perfect unique self and do so with complete faith in that I am the child o f God and that if whatever my choices in life are that it is imperative ( no lame excuses allowed) that it is the heart that is the key.  If we do that merge and step back into the heart that what we do will always be for our highest good and the highest good of all. That if you look into to your core you will know that this is a real truth, undisputable truth. That if we as a human race pull our heads out of our own buttocks , stop being in the dark, be willing to own the truth of it all wake up and smell the coffee, end the illusion the nightmare that we created , loose the soap operas,for lack of a better word,  ‘the ego”, get out of our own way , it will be as easy and simple as opening an unlocked door and stepping over the threshold . to give us back ourselves and be and know and own that we are perfect beings and that children of God is not a metaphor it is literal.

Now that I have shared this story and the message from spirit , I would ask you for one more indulgence that really you have nothing to loose except a few extra moments of your time. The favor I ask is that you ponder, ruminate on what you just read with an open mind and heart. If you should accept the basic premise as “a real genuine all encompassing  truth”: that you pass this gift of an understanding (in a way like the movie “pay it forward”) If you should not be ready to be woken up to own the understanding of this genuine truth , that you keep puzzle in your memory banks and perhaps at a later date try and ponder it again. You really have nothing to loose but everything to gain  God Bless you, Love an light to you all.~Lianna

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Dark Night of the Soul-Part II-Regrets How to Move Forward

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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Energy Alert for Friday 3/5/10: The Wisdom of Silence

Greetings and salutations! One and All! Well today is going to be a heated day. We are going to see the energies of competitiveness, jealousy, insecurity and thus a lot of flying tongues! The absolute best way to deal with this today is to stay QUIET! Bite your tongue no matter how angry you get. Hold off for a day and see if things do not pass. Truly you will only serve yourself to observing the wisdom of silence. Because we may regret what words come out of our mouths otherwise. Words are like swords there are two edges. It can be used in a positive way, weilding the shield of truth, the pen is mightier then the sword they say too! So my point is that there is an energy associated with words. Some people are very sensitive to these types of things. So where most people would let words fall off their back others cannot do this and get “hypersensitive” about the words, they take this like a cut to their soul. Remember the law of attraction, cause and effect. What we focus on, what we put out comes back and quick!

So take care this day, do your best to ride the waves and be in a place of love and non reaction. Exercise the wisdom of silence and allowing to just be and let it pass.  Hold off for a day, at least!,  and then look at it again. Timing is everything, in holding off the other party is more receptive to receiving your side of things. To meet anger with anger, only becomes and exercise of control and unproductive when both sides shut down. So choose your battles, recognize the energies today are particularly strong and misunderstandings have a high probability today. So ride the waves in  Love n Light all. xoxo Kimberly

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Energy Alerts: Welcoming a brief reprieve! Also more from Stan-An Unsung American Hero: Wisdom born of pain but yet still worth pondering!

Greetings and Salutations! One and ALL! Well I will tell you the lady of the night, La Luna, in her fullness wreaked havoc on the emotional bodies of many this past week but thanks to the 3/3/3 energy wave of love which was just released we are experiencing a moment to catch our breath! Seems the energies of the planet were just slightly crazy for a brief moment but for those who remembered to do their meditations and continue to allow the waves to pass through with ease and grace and see them coming gently like a lapping wave against the lakes shores, stayed focused on positive outcomes faired better then those who did not. Positive thinking is essential and to remember always that we are completely supported and surrounded with love and light and there’s many beings helping us from the other side, as well as our ancestors. The road is narrow, and not always easy to walk, we stumble and pick ourselves up and grow with each lesson. Remember that with each door closing there is a window that opens and to release the fear to the universe for transmutation. Surrender it to God as they say. Change is just that, the natural ebb and flow of the universal energies, as you know nothing is stagnant and there nothing to fear. Embrace the waves as they roll in and allow them to pass quickly. Be forgiving of yourselves and each other. We are all in the same boat and we should remember tolerance and forgiveness in remembering that we are all here to learn, to do our part and to hold the balances of duality help bring them back to center from the extreme polarities, this often times is not our stuff it’s the planetary stuff we agreed to transmute when we took on these missions. At times we feel what is the point because as our faces are smooshed against the tree we cannot see the forest and must go within to change that reality so that we may step back and gain a better perspective of where we stand with relation to the forest.

As we begin to grow we can begin to step up into the roles as co creators if you will and change the outcome! We can do this if we think about things in a place of peace and love and harmony internally so that is what reflects outwardly and we then attract that energy. You do not want to come from a place of fear. It is much easier said then done I realize but truly if you can achieve this state, the payback for that or the benefit of that action is love and ease and grace back to you when you need it most. So remember to forgive and to love yourselves and your enemies too. For there is no separation in the unity of oneness. Live life, experience it, accept new opportunities. My friend said to me yesterday, “Obstacles are things we see when we take our eyes off our own path”. I thought that was very profound. The chaos wants distraction, keep your eyes on the prize or be still and let it pass, let the drama leave with those who will bring it forth. Do not hold onto it, like the winds through the leaves let it pass through your being transmuted in light. Run purple and blue and green through your being then the rest of the rainbow colors blended in. Clean your auras regularly. It will help with the fatigue. Wash your hands more if around a lot of negativity or handling a lot of counseling or healing in a day. Water is a wonderful way ot purify on the fly.

We have some interesting alignments coming up through March 22, 2010, we can expect more earth shift activity. The magnetics have stablized for the moment but I feel they will kick up again by late next week and attitudes will be flying all around. As mars complets his circle and moves back to a forward direction we will see that energy pulling alot of the emotional residuals out of the emotional bodies and venus will be assisting in this dance as will Mercury have his two cents to say as well, so with all these big players shifting in their symphony we are affected by the octives as the waves hit our small home planet. Again, stay out of fear, see different outcomes to the hype, see it move with ease and grace, send love to our planet to help her move through her birthing pains gently and with love and support. It can only help.

This is going to be a short blog for me tonight as I too need to be in some quiet space to stayed centered. Until next time, blessings love and light! xoxo Kimberly

Some further thoughts from our poet yesterday, he’s really more a philosopher and walking conundrum, my friend Stan….but he will definitely make you think! Here’s some other thoughts he shared with me yesterday.

Does the possibilities of the probable out weigh the probability of the possible? Or is it all just perceptions of perceptions with so few absolutes?
“A friend answered”
Okay. Do the possibilities of the probable out weigh the probability of the possible?…. Possibilities are increasing the field, whereas probabilities are limiting. So the possibilities of the probable would include an almost infinite field, whereas the probabilities of the possible would be an increasingly narrow field. So yes.
Or is it all just perceptions of perceptions with so few absolutes?… Also a yes. Reality is our inner translation, or perception, of what we view in the outer world, also a perception. So our opinion of the small amount of data of the world we view. Because we are taking from such a small sample, and we’re biased, none of it is truly absolute.

The Guild

What is a psychic made of
I’ll tell you it’s not love.
It’s pain and grief and lot’s of frustration,
and total chaos from isolation.
Your friends and your family think your insane,
this is normally the gist of the game.
People ask you for answers to find,
some of their questions torment your mind.
Yet with an open heart we all try to forge on,
trying to be in key with the metaphysical song.
But some of the notes seem out of key,
and most of the readings don’t come for free.
One way or another we pay for it all,
never getting any sleep, taking call after call.
Listening to all kinds of people with an open heart,
taking on pains we wish we could depart.
So the next time you talk to a psychic, remember
it takes lots of grief to become a member.

Dedicated to My “Friend”
The Psychic Traveler
Stanley Victor Paskavich
Author of Stantasyland

Messages for today from a soldier of the past…..these poems come from a man who fought in a war for his country has died and come back more times then the average person and is a multiple walk-in and still deals with the struggles of a war that was not his to fight, but did his duty and his life changed forever…..these poems reflect some of that processing and wisdom. Thank you Stan and all our soldiers of war, past and present. It is my hope in our new world that peace and love reign for the good of all concerned. Amen

The Right War

The war wachine the war machine oiled by the blood of man,
the war machine the war machine consuming every flag it can.
The battles we fight get more technical every day,
and destroys nature and where children play.
From toy soldiers to a fighting man,
with guns and bombs or hand to hand
the best of the best walk land to land
supporting their countries own war plan.
Yet, in the end will any one see
the thing they all call victory.
For after the battle what place does glory give,
in a country where the conquered painfully live.
I believe it’s time we fought a war of wit,
with the outcome of a planet that’s perfectly fit.
Not just for peace or love of each man,
but, to preserve life and nature right where we stand.
For Life is a blessing and should be treated as one,
combine it with nature and the wars will be done.

Truth Peace Tranquility (TPT)
Stanley Victor Paskavich
Author of Stantasyland

All Enemies Foreign and Domestic

America’s fighting an unpopular war,
many of our soldiers have died or seen gore.
Some will have injuries until they reach their death,
from the oath that they swore with dutiful breath.
Our country is strong, our nation is proud,
thank all our soldiers with praises out loud.
Don’t judge our leaders for choices they make,
doing this could be ones biggest mistake.
Remember great nations often fall from within,
loosing faith in our leaders could lead to the end.
I salute you my comrades both living and dead,
may you be blessed for the oath that you’ve said.
May your gift to this country be service, or death,
not ever fall silent on your country mans breath.

Stanley Victor Paskavich
Author of Stantasyland

Love far away

As she slept in the moonlight through her window.
Dreaming of her soldier far away,
She had sand in her eyes from where he stay.
Her Lover was in Iraq with many others
So far from all their fathers and their mothers.
Defending the American way.
As she slept with the moonlight through her window,
she tossed and turned through most of the night.
Praying God would look over her dear soldier
and for them to soon be together
in each others arms filled with delight.
All she could dream of was her lover
fighting for freedom where he stay.
Hoping he would return to her one day.
But, she knew that he must right now serve his country
and for this he might have to give his life,
yet, she also knew after his duty
if he returned he would make her one proud wife.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
Author of Stantasyland

Sending Them Home

Body bags,Toe tags assorted pieces galore.
Once they were a soldier, now their my minds horror.
I am only treated I never will be well.
I walk as people stare at me in my living Hell.
I did my job in the morgue to the best of my ability.
Now the morgues trapped in my thoughts,for me to always see.
Many colors, sounds and smells are triggers in my mind.
but, I’d send my comrades home, again time after time.
The closure I helped give to the families of the dead,
was the sacrifice my mind endured leaving me in dread.
We gave the fallen the most respect a soldier could ever see,
and I have no regrets for the pain that’s trapped inside of me.
PT-SD and a Bi Polar mind will be with me to the end,
but, even though I suffer I’d do it all again.
Years ago suicide seemed like the only thought I knew,
As I sat and drank heavily it seemed like the thing to do.
The pills I take to go to sleep get weaker every year,
the tears I find in my eyes respect the fallen dear.
The VA does the best they can with my splintered mind,
yet, I fear it may burn out somewhere down the line.

Stanley V. Paskavich
Author of Stantasyland

Existing

I’ve seen war I’ve been to Hell,
With human parts that looked liked gel,
and some things I could not tell,
that makes me not feel very well.
Until I say my last farewell,
or God does ring my final bell.
They’ll be trapped within my mortal shell,
inside my mind where the pain does swell.
I scream and cry and laugh and yell,
from the ward or from my cell.
It’s Like I’m under some ones spell,
and into their grips I have fell.
There’s no reason to rebel,
this is my pain in which to dwell.
That holds no way to dispel.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
Author of Stantasyland

Writen from my own experiences during Desert Storm

Brotherhood Lost

There he sits in an alley with his finger in a can for the last drop of grease,
wearing pieces of a uniform which once stood for pride and supported peace.
This lost homeless soldier once was so gallaint and brave,
now often he sits chilled and hungry awaiting his grave.
Soldier’s are trained to be brave and look fear eye to eye,
thousands are homeless laying in alleys wishing to die.
Countless money is spent teaching men how to survive,
yet, when they return to the Urban’s they live barely alive.
Employers sometimes won’t hire a veteran mainly out of fear.
They’re stuck on the movies where a soldier cuts a man ear to ear.
Soldiers are trained to rise to the call,
they’re not blood thirsty maniacs wanting bodies to fall.
All soldiers are told to have faith in their leaders and God up above,
I salute you my comrades and pray you find serenity, peace and love.
It’s not just our leaders that need to make the plan
our veteran’s need help from each and every woman and man.
Lets pray the religions can donate some money too.
for the sacrfices those made for GOD country and you.

Stanley Victor Paskavich
Author of Stantasyland

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