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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.

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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!

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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.

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

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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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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I compare this song to ” I’m proud to be an American”. I was moved, as moved as hearing the anthem played when we win gold in the Olympics.

Enjoy this, sign their petition.

Peace, love n light,

Kimberly

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