Motivated By Spirit

Once upon a time on planet earth the people drew lines across continents; spoke different languages; fought wars over words and peddled fear in all its various forms. What changed? A small brown girl named Admyra was born more than a thousand years ago. She bore in her heart a love that was never been on the earth before. Just before her sixth birthday, she asked her mother why people fought and hated one another.   That’s the way it has always been here on earth, her mother told her. We must change that way and help people to love one another; they will have greater happiness if they do. Her mother handed her a sandwich for her lunch box and smiled that grown up indulgent smile mothers do when the children spoke those kinds of words. Admyra put her sandwich in her lunch box along with an apple and a bottle of water and walked to school. Her closest friend was a little girl named Innocence who never seemed to have lunch of her own. When the lunch hour arrived the two girls w

I’ve been a little ashamed of having less material belongings than most of my peers. While I was globetrotting, taking long sabbaticals from the corporate culture, and being an urban mystic, my peers were steadfast in material pursuits. Thus we entered our “golden years” with most of my peers having the material wherewithal to live comfortably; while I on the other hand live on the bare minimum provided by the governmental safety net, aka Social Security .   This has been a source of grave concern for me and often caused me to hide most of what was happening in my life away from my spiritual endeavors. An example of this is how I pretend that I have no interest in attending events that costs money which I do not have and I know with will be expansive. I do not do things that feed my spirit, because I do not have the money to pay for them. I have accepted that is where I am on my journey, but grieve my inability to change any of it. I live in an income dependent apartmen

Venus and Serene Williams I know from the teachings that to change one must be willing to change. I know that changing includes breaking old patterns and starting new ones. I know what the stillness feels like. Yet this morning it was extremely difficult to not turn to the tennis channel. The French opens today. It is my first challenge on changing the old pattern. I also know that television repeats but some of my favorite players may even now be on court; their actions available on the tennis channel. I have resisted so far. It may not seem difficult and would not even been an option several years ago when most of my waking moments were spent in meditation and spiritual pursuits. Today, however it is a challenge; how the mighty have fallen? I own all of it, and will watch with a clearer conscience later in the day when the Tennis channel replays the entire day at Roland Garros. I sit here and the purpose for this mighty effort to change my pattern begins now. My thoug

  A couple of years ago I received a wakeup call by way of colon cancer. It was healed and I resumed a healthy life with a bang. I published a daily blog and edited a previously written manuscript. I requested from the Spiritual Leader of my community a greater participation within the community and was granted it. By and large it appeared I was doing the work I had before me to do. Then for the past few months, I have been sliding into the kind of inertia which led to the cancer. Lately I’ve become downright stagnant. I have confined my blogging to once per week or less; I binge watch television and only show up for a few outings of a spiritual nature and then mostly as part of the audience. Today I received another wake up call. This time it was much gentler than cancer. I was being attuned for Reiki Two and the master doing the attunement challenged me with the voice from her guide. Those monitoring both of us told me in no uncertain terms I was not doing my work. I n

The surgery on the right eye to remove the cataract went well yesterday. The difference is almost immediately apparent. The colors are brighter and I can see almost everything without the glasses. Truth is the glasses make everything blurry as the prescription is not right for my new vision. I marvel at the difference as the screens, both television and computer, has much sharper images. The edges of the words I am typing now are clean and complete and appear larger than they did before. This vision correction is wonderful. The doctor assured me that as the new lenses settle in, my vision will continue to improve.  The effect reminds me of how a change in consciousness works. We alter our perception of events our lives change. We may not have wonderful events to report, but our lives change. We begin to see patterns that we had not seen before; we develop a greater appreciation for the small changes as they become manifest in our experience. We are different.  Some