I have to look inward within my own being to see inside of you. That is one of the keys of seeing. To see inside of someone else you have to look into the truth within you. You don’t have to be physically standing in front of me and I don’t have to be physically opening my eyes to see because I’m not looking out, I’m looking in.
“Being Clairvoyant: Waking Up and Seeing" Michael Tamura
emerging slowly from a frozen state, where feelings did not exist. Overwhelm who has been in charge, holding the reins, is retiring.
The beginning whispers of, what? Listening, being patient, validating any new utterance, new impulse that attempts to surface that is the voice of no words,
A wisp, there, if aware, is acknowledged, Yay.
Exhausted, as a tiny child just.
Well, where in your life are you being tested? Oh that sounds so serious, tests, failure making mistakes, ugh boo boo, bad, good.
I bought a new (used) fun summer shirt and dress. I quickly proceeded to spill something on the dress right between the boobs. I scrubbed a spot remover on it, and oh dear the dye came out.
Then another spot on a pocket of the shirt, right on the left breast.
I am almost noticing a pattern here.
The impulse to clean it up, I can't go out with a spot on my shirt, especially there. I hear this. It curls me. Anxious.
I go to a party anyway with that there spot, right on my left boob.
I wonder about covering with a patch., yes I could take a peic Urgh.
Then I land a spot on the dress, right at crotch level.
It does not come out either.
Ok I am getting it, deeper and deeper we go, ho ho.
I am remembering the concept of perfect pictures. Do I have any? Do you have any? Did I borrow some, or do you want some of mine, or did I take some of yours or someone's maybe my mother or father, or who ever unconscious, yum, that is what is they are doing, Did I think or just swallow it, unconsciously, that "looked" good at the time.
I ? Not so amused or neutral to spots on clothes Me? Oh My.
The real question is, do I want to be controlled by them, now that I am aware of them. Can I be neutral and compassionate, eh whether it is spots or other boo boos, kind and not punishing. That sounds like a new behavior.
Now I am sure I will have another opportunity to have a spot or two land on my clothes and how am I going to respond.
Do you have this happen in your life?
I would like to hear, so we can share our laugh.ter
I remember, when I was little going and watching my mother as she cleaned vegies for the evening meal. The relish tray had celery, carrots, scallions maybe radishes. This was served before the hot food.
I stood at the counter, a narrow space between the sink and the side door. The junk drawer below. I liked that she did this activity, the vegies in the sink, the metal collander, it was conforting, as I knew she would be here, for me to just be with as I mustered up something to say. " I'm bored what can I do?"
I don't know if I was really bored or just wanted to connect with her, and washing the vegies was where it was at.
I wonder if children really do get bored or are itching for something else, or picking up on other peoples' feelings and heal them for they naturally are such splendid healers.
One could ask, is this my boredom? Is this all mine, this feeling I am having? A gage with a % can give the answer. Ask how much is yours and how much "not".
Then put a tail or grounding cord to the gage and command the "not" to be released. Notice how you feel now.
Two little girls in the pool, with goggles - built onto the top - purple tiaras.
They serve a lunch menu of endless possibilities they have plunged down into the warm water to retreive. Here are your potatoes, corn, salad, milkshake...
In a wink they have moved into their new abode, the steps, to take their naps and play with their kitties.
Then to the boats quickly...a dragon is coming
I delight in this.
Finding the balance between adult responsibilities and the imagination of the child within, or including and honoring the inner child as we take our steps. Permission to be playful perhaps.
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi on Judging and Changes
"We are not responding to this instant if we are judging any aspect of it. The ego looks for what to criticize. This always involves comparing with the past. But love looks upon the world peacefully and accepts. The ego searches for shortcomings and weaknesses. Love watches for any sign of strength. It sees how far each one has come and not how far he has to go.
"How simple it is to love and exhausting it is always to find fault, for
every time we see fault we think something needs to be done about it.
"Love knows that nothing is ever needed but more love. It is what we all do with our hearts that affects others most deeply. It is not the movements of our body or the words within our mind that transmits love. We love from heart to heart."
it is more familiar to move away from what is going on within. So many things to take the attention away, out. I was reminded in a blog post to breathe, and bring my attention inward, allowing and giving me space to be.
Maybe you can try this too.
To come back over and over, is being present, it is an experience to take initiative and be with. I like to see my energy bubble, and my grounding cord, I am not separate, although I do have my own space. You can have yours too. It feels better to be in our own space.
There can still be pain, yet now, the opportunity to communicate with the body to know what it needs. Maybe ask for a color that would be helpful and healing for today, and imagine bringing it in to your bubble.
Have fun with this, spirit is about pl
On my way to home depot, I noticed some horses in the field. They were 9, all of different colors. All grazing close together, slow rustling became an orderly line as a leader moved out into the front. Over a bridge I could not see but heard the clomp clomp clomp, among the quiet movement of steps into another part of the field.
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