It’s Truly Never Personal

A man, who happened to be Native American was sitting at a meeting. During the meeting a man across from him began saying horrific things about Native Americans as he peered directly at the Native American man. The Native American man just smiled and sipped his coffee.

A woman sitting next to the Native American man leaned over and whispered, “Aren’t you Native American?”

“We are older than that term and the other terms that have been imposed upon us, but generally speaking, yes.”

“Doesn’t it bother you what that man is saying about Native Americans?”

The Native American man leaned towards the woman and chuckled, “Ma’am, that man hasn’t said one word about Native Americans. However, that man is speaking volumes about himself.”

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Beauty for Ashes

Beauty for Ashes

Today is the 9 month anniversary of our 23 year old daughter, Kelin, passing from the physical realm. Some moments are more difficult than others, but each moment is filled with a gift.

A few months ago, Kelin’s son, Andy, our grandson who is 2 and a half years old, woke up and said, “My mom came to me in a dream last night, hugged me, told me I am handsome and that she’s going to bring me chocolates.”

For me, beauty for ashes doesn’t always mean that the Creator says, “Poof! Here’s peace.” Sometimes beauty for ashes comes from the Creator by us allowing Love, Prayer, Laughter and Tears to take us by the hand, and sing, write, draw, or paint the pain out until the beauty comes forth.

Today was a day to do my best with words and paint to honor Kelin, as well as honor the beautiful reminder from God through a 2 and a half year old child. A reminder that we are all ever-connected by and with Love. There is no death, only transition, and our loved ones who are no longer with us in physical form can certainly give us hugs and chocolates from heaven when our hearts are open to receive them.

~ Walk in Beauty, Walk in Love

Freedom Is Free

Freedom isn’t free? What’s the cost? Bloodshed? How much killing will it take to free you? Are you incapable of being free unless I am killed? A child, mother, boy, father, man, or woman has to die for you to be free? Within the battlefields where you claim freedom is found, what are you free from? What are you free to do after the bloodshed, which you weren’t free to do before the killing?

I know we can all agree that if we placed a five year old representative from every country, nation, and tribe in the same room and left them alone they would not kill one another. They would be in mysterious wonder and awe with one another in hearing different languages, seeing different dress and physical features. They would play. They may become cranky and argue, but they would not innately be inclined to kill each other. Why is that? Because killing and hatred are taught through an indoctrination process that is riddled with sociopathic tendencies contrary to our human nature – our spirit. The root of all violence is fear, and the root of all fearlessness is love. As human beings we all come from the same root – love. We can be transplanted, yet our divine root is the same. Depending upon our environment we may have to dig a little deeper to remember the magnificent root that connects all life, but it can be done; and this is of the utmost importance if we truly desire freedom and the peace that comes with true freedom.

To be indoctrinated by religion, religious institutions, governments, flags, and anthems is considered patriotic, yet in this patriotism when we no longer see another human being as a human being, but rather someone who must die for us to be free, where is the freedom in this patriotic perception that separates us, and reduces fellow human beings to targets with a bounty on their heads for freedom? What is the difference between an American mother, Palestinian mother, Canadian mother, any mother holding her dead child who was killed in war?

All militaries train people to become soldiers. To cultivate a civilian to a soldier, the civilian is taken through extensive training to no longer see a human being in a different uniform as a human being, but a target. This intensive and extensive training is required because instinctually the vast majority of human beings, apart from psychopaths, do not have the innate desire to kill other human beings. Killing is contrary to the being in human being. Human beings are not instinctually inclined to kill one another. Militaries train soldiers to kill, while government and religious institutions train civilian, non-combatants to cheer for the team that bears the same flag and anthem. This process creates sociopathic and psychopathic tendencies throughout all societies in both soldiers and civilians, which diminishes the civilized in the word civilian. At best, sociopathic and psychopathic indoctrination creates apathy, and at worst it creates a pleasure about a human being on the “other team” who had to die, yet great mourning about the human being on “our team” who had to die. Did anyone really have to die? We may say R.I.P (Rest In Peace), however, we as humanity can change R.I.P to P.I.R (Peace Is Rest) and in P.I.R no one has to die for another to be free and at peace. We as humanity can find peace in living, not dying or killing. Besides, if killing for peace and freedom truly worked there would be Heaven on Earth by now.

Before the gradual introduction of borders, boundaries, flags, and anthems which made way to the spiritual bipolar disorder known as separation, which avalanched to full-blown sociopathic and psychopathic societies, freedom was free. We were free to know our true selves through each other and all of creation. Perhaps we are afraid of seeing our sacredness again, and each time we catch a glimpse of the Creator of our understanding through another person, we either run from that sacred reflection or kill it. We as a society are not afraid of our own shadows, we are afraid of our own light, never realizing the simplicity that each human being is a piece that pieces peace together.

Everyone is a door to freedom for others. However, before we can recognize the doorways to freedom in others we must first open this doorway within ourselves. Like children, if adults listened, truly listened to our hearts, we would not hear hatred or violence. No, our hearts sing of love, the remembrance of true freedom, and a longing to be open and share our true voice once again. An open heart is an open door that frees all captives. It’s such a short walk from our head back to our heart, only seventeen inches, and in taking these very few steps within ourselves we remember that freedom is free.

The Last Place You Look is the First Place You’ll See

There are no secrets
No unknowns
All the mystics emptied themselves
of God’s wisdom
Every teaching has been shared
Every mystery revealed
All power accessible
And it’s all within
the last place you seek

That beautiful heart of yours
that beats in perfect Unison
with God and the Uni-Verse
will hold nothing back from you

There are no secrets
within the warehouse
of holiness you are –
the storehouse of cosmos
inside you

It scares you to enter
because illusions told & sold
by religiosity says there’s secrets,
and you don’t want to be punished
What greater punishment is there
than being what you seek
and not seeing it?
Having what you need,
and not knowing it?

Free yourself, beloved,
break the rules of illusion
Look inside
So you stop looking
everywhere else
Eventually,
when there’s nowhere
else to look
You’ll see by looking within
And after that
You’ll see it everywhere
The last place you look
Is the first place you’ll see

The Table

God, Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit
and all the Holy messengers of the ages
are sitting at a table
Listening carefully to your thoughts,
in unison they reply,
“Of course you’re welcome here
at this table.
You’re not sitting with us
because you’re still
trying to figure out
what you can bring
to this table.
Let us tell you, dear child,
there’s nothing you can
bring to this table
that isn’t already here,
including you.
Can’t you see that hell
is only this misperception?”