This Is My Silence

This world has always been filled with far too much noise, in my opinion. Noise of all kinds, both inner and outer. People scream. Thoughts scream. Pain screams. And then there's boom boxes...... But let me get back on track. (smile)

Thoughts interfere with inner silence and, in my experience, inner silence is where we meet God. As time moves on and (seemingly) takes me further away from those moments I spent with God while on 'the other side,' I find myself less and less able to listen to the outer world and more and more craving my inner world. Of course it's obvious why. My time spent with The Presence of God "over there" drives my very existence. And when circumstances cause me to question my existence and reason for being in this place and time, God is the only answer.

I find myself repeating that constantly.

God is my only answer.

My quest, since 'meeting God' in 1974 has been to understand God. I didn't realize what a challenge I was presenting to myself. But I don't regret a minute of it. I have, to a great degree, not made this a topic of conversation throughout the years. For many reasons. But one of the reasons is that I didn't feel qualified to speak. It seemed to me that I should know much more before I put tangibility to my thoughts.

Those of you who follow my work .. my wandering thoughts .. are probably aware of my decision to step back and go into silence for a while. I felt a personal transition edging it's way toward me and knew that it had everything to do with God and nothing at all to do with this little 3-D world. Since every transition brings me closer to God I don't need to tell you that I was very eager to follow wherever I was being led.

Which leads me to this......
As God's energy merged with me this morning a plethora of understandings came to me. Too many to put into a blog but it seemed like a good idea to address a small bit of what transpired.

Humanity functions largely through the process of power and control. One of the .. ahem .. 'downfalls' to that is the 'need' to control one's reality, one's life experience. Whether conscious or unconscious, most people tend to dwell on what they can 'do to' their lives. I use the words 'do to' instead of 'with' for a subtle reason. If you think of the difference and relate that to the issue of power and control, you'll 'get' the nuance. What are we missing out on if we have a strangle-hold on what we allow our life-experience to be?

As the floodgates opened to allow God's energy to flow this morning, the realization that most of Humanity is seeking to control their Earth-experience became crystal clear. The judgments we place upon everything .. literally everything .. creates a box where God does not live. What I mean by that is ... God is unlimited and has no judgment. We are given Divine Allowance to experience whatever we choose. Human society has become the decision-maker about what is and is not possible. What is and is not acceptable. What is and is not 'right' or 'wrong.' 'Miracles' are dismissed and phoo-phooed. (Is that how you spell that?) What happens when something or someone is dismissed and cast off as implausible? Or unacceptable? Normally it goes away, goes into silence.

And so we create a reality where God is limited in how that Divine and Infinite Energy can interact with our lives. WE decide what is possible and what is not. And so WE are the ones who have created the box in which we live. The limitations that form the reality we accept as 'real.'

If I had to sum up the point I'm trying to make, it would be this.......

What if we met God where God resides?

What if we allowed the full essence of God, Creator of All That Is, Infinity, or whatever term/vision fits for you, to take us (Humanity) where it's never gone before. What if we opened up to all that lives within the entirety of existence and allowed our lives to be touched by things we've never allowed ourselves to believe in before? What if we stopped telling ourselves what is and isn't possible and allowed Infinity to take us out of the box we've built?

Since I met God's energy in 1974, I have had miracle upon miracle upon miracle. Every day shows me more. Every day brings me closer to understanding. I want that for ALL people. Their is no boundary, no separation, between you and All That Is. Everything outside of this world, this reality, this Universe ... it's all available to you if you choose to allow it into your life.

What if you met God where God resides?







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Time, Healing, Grief, and Curtain Rods

I'll begin by saying that there is no one who knows the full story. It's too much for me to keep track of, much less someone who is standing on the sidelines or simply passing by. Suffice it to say that there are 40-plus years of 24/7 'events' that go beyond the norm. And that's putting it mildly.

That's my lead-in to explain the 'curtain rod' part of the blog title. Another 'other world' occurrence that is normal for me but not so much to others. It is 6:00am, still dark outside. The windows are closed against the chill in the air and the rain being scattered around by the wind. These particular curtains that keep me from seeing the world outside have what I call 'pull rods.' You know those rods that attach to the top of the curtain and hang down so that you can easily draw them? There are two of them to a set of curtains. One for the curtain that draws to the right. One for the left. (But you knew that without me telling you .. smile.)

The air in the room is still. The curtains are still. And I am still. Lost in thought, I stare across the room without seeing. That is until movement catches my eye. One of the curtain rods is swinging wildly. Spinning clockwise. Without a pause it turns to spin counter-clockwise. Now side to side. And back to spinning. The curtain is still. The other rod is still. The air is still. This rod has gone manic. But of course that's not possible.

You would have to be me, I suppose, with (again) 24/7 situations like this for many years, to understand what I did next. I decided to ask it what was going on. Does a curtain rod speak? Probably not. But whatever force was moving it does.

"You need to write the blog you're thinking about." The voice was out loud and crystal clear. It almost had a tangible quality to it, it was that powerful.

I actually had thought about a blog earlier this morning but had decided that it was unnecessary. Apparently 'someone' disagreed with my decision. The very second I opened this blog and typed the title, the rod became utterly still. Maybe it's my wild imagination but, as I type this, I feel as though it's watching me, preparing to go into wild gyrations if I change my mind about writing. Yes. Yes. I know it sounds weird. But then again ... my life is weird.

Do I feel bossed around by a curtain rod? hummm...... Let me think about that.

Well, let's get down to the reason for this blog that I wasn't going to write.

The day began with the thought of how many talented and great souls have left the planet in an amazingly short period of time. In three weeks we have probably lost more people than we have in a 'normal' 6-month period of time. I assume there's a party that we're not invited to? What great talent ... and our world will be lesser for it.

The thought of those left behind came to me, of course, which turned my thoughts to the 'process' of grief. They say that time heals all. I disagree. Time does not heal us when we are touched by grief. We are changed. We are different. We will never be the same. We learn to adapt. We bring our scars into our way of being and we learn to be someone we never thought we would be.

There is a sadness that lingers in the background of every thought. The world marches on but we see it differently. Our hearts respond to every word with a heightened sense of awareness of the energy behind that word. There is a new awareness behind the numbness that the scars bring into our world. What heals us is our adaptation to who we are now and the letting-go of who we were then. Everything happens for a reason and much of the time we will never know what the reason is. There is a certain level of peace that comes with that acceptance.

I feel tremendously blessed to have found my way to a much deeper level of understanding through the path of grief. I spoke of that in an earlier blog. Quite simply ... one cannot know God without knowing the scars of God. I imagine the pain we cause each other is, on many levels, the pain that God has to absorb. Heal. Accept. Whatever word you may wish to put to this.

Now to the bottom line 'message' of why this blog came to my thoughts in the first place. Some may have noticed, as the days, weeks, and now months, have passed, that I grow quieter. I think it became even more evident after a recent encounter with God. The words spoken to me were: "You are in a human body but you are no longer in the human experience."

That may seem like a dichotomy to many but it is completely understandable to me. And feels like a Truth that is so deep it touches the marrow of my bones. My soul's path has always been my primary concern/focus and ignoring what 'the world may think' barely comes into my thought processes. Which means that I am largely misunderstood, often judged, and rarely embraced for the choices I make. That said, I am in a place of making choices that may impact everything.

Following a life-changing .. soul-changing .. day (event) that will forever live in my soul's memory, I made my life all about helping others. I reached out to people around the world and offered my assistance in every way that I could manage. I received blessing after blessing as people allowed me to help them awaken to the truth of who they are, take their power back and claim their lives, find their purpose, and raise their vibration to their highest potential. I am honored, blessed, and tear-filled as I witness the changes in the lives of the people I've connected with.

As huge as the blessings were for me, and as grateful as I am to everyone who allowed me to touch their lives, I've come to realize that it's time to address a deeper level of healing for myself. I have changed in ways that I didn't think possible and have not given myself time to adjust to those changes. Nor time to realize what those changes mean to the rest of my life. I am going forward as a person who is entirely different than I ever thought I would be. And it's time to honor those changes and allow them to show me where my soul needs to go.

I don't know for certain where I'm going or what will happen next but those things don't concern me. I walk in total faith and Absolute Knowing that my moments are led by God. But what does concern me is the possibility that anyone might take my changes personally. My silence is a necessity as I dive deeper into my relationship with God. It does not exclude anyone, though it may appear that way. I believe, with my soul, that the healing of one helps the healing of ALL. What affects one, affects ALL. It is my Intention that, as my energy changes and heals, that ALL who share this planet will be touched by the healing. It is my hope that no one on this planet goes untouched by the touches that God gives to me.

With this, I can say ... web sites may change, social interactions will change, blogs/books/etc. may change. What will NOT change is my soul's love for every other soul and for this incredibly beautiful planet we share. My heart goes out to all who experience difficult times and the Knowing that I can share with you is that God sees every nano-second of your experience. You are not separate and you are not alone.

And the curtain rod is now still. I guess I have said what needed to be said.

With love to ALL from my soul to yours.
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In the Dream..........

In the dream that was not a dream I sat perched on the wide, wooden railing of the porch. The wood was slightly rotting, the building's white paint peeling from the years and the dampness in the air. The porch was wide, with small tables and old, lay-back-and-rest chairs. People were talking amongst themselves as I sat contemplating the distant range of mountains and the slowly setting sun. God was painting the sky with the solemn but beautiful colors of a day ending. It crossed my mind to point the beauty out to the others but, with a quick glance, I knew they were in conversations that had no place for the ending of the day.

I turned back to the beauty of the day and night merging and became lost in the silence of my own mind. Suddenly a movement startled me. I blinked in shock as a brilliant-white dove flew to me. He rested for a brief second on my chest, his feet clinging to my blouse, his eyes gazing into mine. Perhaps it was two seconds, perhaps it was ten. He waited until I had fully registered his presence and his message and then took flight. I was stunned by the magic of his presence and the gift of his touch. And on his back had been written words painted with the brush of calligraphy. Letters painted with gentle swirls of a message I knew was from God.

The air whispered and told me that the words were from The Book of John. My heart somehow knew that the dove's name was John as well.

After a brief second of holding the miracle in my own silence I jumped up and ran to the others. Please listen to the miracle, to all of the miracles, I called. They shushed me and turned me away. I was interrupting them. Unfazed, I walked back to the railing and rested my palms on the rough, splintery wood. The sun was giving the day to the moon. The wings of the dove could be heard in the distance as it flew away from the gift it had just given.









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