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Joyous era to you all, to all life-forms, to all that vibrates in our manifesting dimension with blessings from above as is here ans so below.  

We had a late family holiday gathering and wonderful dinner at my oldest daughters home.  Everyone was in active conversation...four different conversations going on at once.  My granddaughter was seated next to me because that is what she wanted.  i adore her attention and playing with me.  Everyone was digging in to the delightful and abundant food.  Aurora sat there not eating at first even though her plate was ready.  She reached over under the table and held my hand.  "Grandma, we should pray."  "Yes sweetie, we should."  I was so heart warmed with her secret desire.  Her family is not necessarily religious or spiritual nor has she experienced regular dinner time prayer.  I tried to get every ones attention but failed so I told Aurora we could do so before pumpkin pie.  She helped make home made whipping cream as the conversations continued.  Lots of laughing.  Her mom began to dish out sweets...the conversation roared on as did the accolades for the home made food.  I tried again to insert Auroras wish to hold hands and give thanks.  No one seemed to care and it struck me that it was just Aurora and I feeling the gratitude for everything in our lives.  Too, that human side of me wiggled that ego voice in me saying, 'If you get loud and state that Aurora would like to say grace and has been trying the whole meal to do so, that everyone will presume I inserted this thought into her, that it was really me pushing for the prayer and not an initiation of a four year old.'  I am a Reverend so their presumption would seem logical but the truth was, it was all Aurora.  I never force a gratitude grace when in others homes.  i respect their traditions and desires.

As I was driving home the 35 miles carefully in the dark my heart went to Aurora.  She never got her prayer but she did seem to feel my heart warmth as we held hands saying nothing.  I was so very disappointed in myself.  Why was I so scared to speak up loud for Aurora and her desire?  Why was I not assertive when she was spot on and filled with happiness and just wanted to basically say thank you?  Did my heart thought melt into her and she then responded without a word spoken between the two of us and if so would this be me inserting my thoughts into her?  Why did I not have the fortitude to put up with other peoples wrong presumptions and any consequent thinking they would invent about it like Mom is pushing her spiritual beliefs on our daughter...?  Truth is, these are my perceptions and any wrong thinking backlash likely would not have occurred.  Even if it did, knowing the clear truth that this desire came from her should be enough for me to withstand any on slot regardless. These tiny awareness's help to build ones resolve and courage.  I notice all of them and do use all to  further evolve my being.  This one, that only she and I knew about was powerful.  Aurora looked up to me knowing I would stand up for her so her voice was heard and I did not do it.  She saw me try a bit but she knows me well enough to know that I could have done a better job of getting every ones attention.  I resolve right here, right now, to always give voice to love and reverence no matter the misguided thinking of others.

I am going to call her right now and do a happy new year prayer and tell her I am sorry for not standing up for her desire to pray.

Amen

Sent this out in a private email and realized it is relevant to these Reverence threads.

This is from my friend Vicki Robin.  Her site and her most recent project, The Ten Mile Diet, like many other progressive sustainable and successful community based projects that have been born in the Seattle area, is finally being better understood by the masses primarily since the face of climate and galactic change is hitting people directly.  Now, the masses and presumed leaders may start to accept our future. Please also find the videoClimate Refugees and watch.  I will share with you that throughout my entire childhood and into my 40's I had continuous reoccurring dreams where I was a boundary jumper helping people escape what I thought was past oppression and disaster.  Those that would always willingly heed my push to relocate were children.  In my dreams, adults just laughed and were subsequently destroyed.  One day while washing dishes I was suddenly struck with an overwhelming realization;  it was the absolute that all these refugee relocation dreams had nothing at all to do with past lives or current influences but rather were directly related to our near future.  You can imagine the shift in my perception and approach to life from this truth.   Enjoy the video and read some of Vicki's entries on the right.  Sign up for her blog posts from the Ten Mile Diet as well.  Do all you can to transform yourself, what you give and the expanse of treating all life with respect.  I really like this food banks points system.  http://10milediet.wordpress.com/2012/10/31/great-short-film-about-the-good-cheer-garden/

Peace, Peg

NEW LINES IN THE SAND, a story

Ever heard anyone say, “I am drawing a line in the sand?”  Kids see this as a start or finish line for a race or game they are doing together.  Adults generally accept that neither party will cross this line nor encroach in any way into the other’s side.  It also implies that if you cross this imaginary line, the other will ‘or else’ you.  I always wonder what ‘or else’ means knowing that it could be anything since it is a vague threat of harm (at least from an adult perspective).  Do you have lines that you have drawn in the sand?  Mine lines are ones that I drew for myself.  There is no other entity per say on the other side. I use my line to help guide me to stay whole and together on one side.  Sometimes parts of me cross my own line and when it does, the unintended ‘or else’ whacks me upside my head.

Most of my lines have washed away over linear time.  They vanished in a wave of integration when they become a full part of my being to where I no longer had to consciously catch myself.  These vanished lines became a part of my value base.  I drew another line for myself about 20 months ago.

I had had many releasing and self-evolving moments occurring in a wondrous flurry prior to drawing the new line.  Some experiences were not understandable on an emotional basis.  Most times, like most of us humans, I could intellectualize the change and logically view the silver linings but what I noticed is that I could not feel some of them.  I asked for guidance from Spirit.  I kept asking.  Nothing, so I let it go.  Whenever an answer does not come to my conscious mind, I know it is not my time, yet, to know so it becomes easy to let any compulsion to know go.

At this same time I was working a federal grant contract that was infected with bullies.  It was amazing to see the very clear duality split between those who were afraid and thus bullying and those that were loving and thus, targets.  Complaining and bad mouthing behind the bully’s backs began to infect the loving.  The constant pressure and behavior of the bullies was working.  It was turning the loving toward the dark side.  I did my best to persuade the ‘victims’ to join together and present the facts (including highly illegal behaviors) to authorities and the public so that attention would be place on no tolerance for harmful behavior.  Most panicked because a majority of the damaging bullies were paid more and in positions of power, including law enforcement, judges, directors and the like.   I suggested that I start the process with draft facts then each could add their proofs and once completed, we would join as a force, all sign and send it up the chain to get some sort of resolution.  All agreed and seemed to feel released knowing now the energy and abuse was beginning to move away from them.  The draft and inputs were done.  The final document and agreed places to send it to were done.  It was time for signatures.

No one signed.  They remained scared of retaliation.  Their fears were based on current behaviors and treatment of others who had spoken the truth but too it was based on personal issues, mostly money to support their families.  Few could make a stand because they needed the paycheck and could not survive on merger firing unemployment income if they got it nor could they withstand a firing on their employment record.  All were actively looking for other work.  No one wanted a drawn out, poverty laden law suit for wrongful firing either.  At the same time the economy was tanking and more and more people were being forced into a mindset of slavery and lack.  Economic fear propaganda was absolutely everywhere worldwide.  My disappointment was extreme.  It was extreme because we would have been strong in numbers.  It was also extreme because the proof facts, editing and consequent action recommendations the loving put together was loving toward the offenders. 

The documents did not bash anyone.  Rather it spoke to actual behaviors, all witnessed or with a paper trail and how these actions went against policy.  The bullies, by policy would have a chance to correct their behaviors and actually had opportunities in this for counseling and additional job training.  More than the loving had to work with by bringing the toxic work environment to the top brass.  The toxic environment was readily known in the workforce because it polluted and maligned every aspect of daily life.  The loving presumed that maybe the top did not know because they were not immersed in it on a regular basis.

Alone, I sent it to the selected people as we had all agreed and followed policy for harassment and complaints.  The loving were scared for me.  At times I noticed they were even shielding me from harm in their own ways.  Since these personnel matters are strictly private, I thought everything was improving.  The fact was, those who did not have the courage to sign felt guilty and thus were taking the brunt of bully behaviors.  This happy fabricated illusion did not last long.

The Director, whose umbrella covered the entirety of the department, moved offices and people around to separate the bullies and have them corralled together in their own swill;  subtle move like separating bullies on a playground.  The problem was their new area was like a war headquarters and they only got stronger and were able to cheat taxpayer time by floating in and out the back door whenever they wanted.  Another word, this move was viewed as favoring the bullies.  The next move was to bring the bully leaders in for a formal HR write up and corrective action.  The only served to fuel them.  The pollution thickened with several of the loving who did exceptional work, being so stressed they quit.  The bullies that did pretend to do their corrective action measures were skilled manipulators and simply got the meek to sign off without them actually doing what was requested.  An anonymous complaint box was placed in the hallway near the bathroom.  Apparently this box was overflowing at the end of each week.  Digesting all the complaints, compiling them then investigating their validly became a full time job for HR and began stealing much of the Directors time.  More written reprimands were given.  Nothing changed.  The bullies were very smug, as if they had this all planned out. 

Finally, the Director fired the bully General.  He had been there for over 20 years but one particular aspect of his behaviors was constant supplanting of government funds and this one was clear as being highly unethical and illegal.  Supplanting is when you invoice several different funds, all with strict regulations, for the same reimbursements and purpose and pocket the balance.   None of the staff even knew of the firing because he was always gone somewhere unknown slipping out the back door like a robber in the night.  That is, until the next evening.  On the local news the General had, in less than 24 hours, put together a counter suit for wrongful firing, workplace harassment and charged the Director with a slander suit.  He had called the TV station and since he was always stepping in front of doers on camera to take credit for work others had done, they accommodated him.  Well, the cat was out of the bag. Rumors were flying.  The next day, the CEO of the local city-county government reinstated him.  He would not be doing any work during this time nor be on the job in traditional terms (they gave him a bogus title with no tasks to do) but would be paid his current wage plus benefits salary regardless.  Off he went on travels gleeful and fat as the rest of the workforce, including the Director, CEO and a host of other new players had to deal with the fallout.  Score bully.  This is still the case almost two years later as the proceedings drag on and on.

When the authorities asked for affidavits from staff, people were still scared because they live in the same community as this bully and his lies and manipulations were well known to be effective.  He was connected presumably (rumor) by virtue of the blackmail information he had on people in power positions.  I stepped up demanding an impartial investigation from an outside entity.  This was done.  Many provided inputs to the charges and defense of the Director but none would do a formal affidavit and were told that they may, however, then be called up as a hostile witness.  Oh the drama.  I felt compelled to do so.

And there it was, those prior unknown feelings placed right in front of my mind’s eye; clear as the water welling up in my eyes.  I had drawn a line in the sand for myself and did not even know it.  I would no longer, no matter the consequence, be a party in any way to anything that promoted fear.  Out of my mouth as soon as the clarity light struck I said, “I cannot be a party to fear mongering.”  Then I sat down relieved and amazed at this flash of knowing.  It was absolute truth for me.  “Yes, I would stand in court on her behalf and represent the collective when his and her case goes to trial.”  Then I heard some devastating news via the rumor grapevine.

It was highly likely that his case against her would be dropped and the disparagement the department was dealing with from his constant fall out, would stop but only if they settled and paid him out of his employment with benefits.  He had 6 years to retirement and already had nearly two years of full pay without really working.  The tax payers had and would pay for this and he would have no permanent damage to his record.  Normally, I would have fumed on behalf of the taxpayers but due to the joy I was still feeling from my clear revelation I suddenly channeled, “The harm he and others have caused this and other communities and all the people he has bullied over the years will be free.  Now maybe real heart felt and lasting change will have a chance and tax payer money will no longer be wasted. A new day has dawned.”   Since the department covered a 5 county area dealing primarily with the disadvantaged, you can grasp the magnitude of harm this man and his bully allies caused over two decades. The depressing indicator statistics and visible effects of their behavior, simply so they could perpetuate their importance and jobs, stood out amongst the nation.  Ironically, it was these dire statistics and conditions that continually landed them grants to fix the problem.  But then it struck me.  The Director must have chosen not to take the deal.  She was innocent completely.

My new line was causing cognitive dissonance within me right out of the gates of it becoming a full value based reality within me.  Right there, no more than five minutes from the joyous revelation, I had a decision to make.  Should I cross my own line or stand firm no matter the consequences?  I needed time to feel all the duality immediately within me.  So many other people would be affected one way or the other no matter what I did.  I took a slow walk down the hall.  I heard laughter.  I saw a group of kids doing yoga in the therapy room.  I smelled fresh baked cookies someone had brought for the staff. In later weeks, I noticed information on the wall near the HR office indicating the improvements the department had experienced since the General’s firing (even with the reinstatement to a nothing position); fundraising was up, youth initiatives had grown and receiving national recognition, community task forces were vibrant, more people were using the services than ever before and even crime from abuse and recidivism was way down.  Financial bleeding had decreased, productivity increased and the community became a champion of their own betterment to the point of pride in promoting the department.  There were cards, letters and emails from the people the department served or who were stakeholders within it.  I began to read.  Tears now flowed.

Even if people did not know of the inner toxic environment and consequent attempts to clean it up, the vibration of true caring and true receptivity was already reaching out into the community.  An overall intent of, “things are slowly getting better and so am I” leached out and was impressively improving quality assistance to those in need.

My new line to not cross; not being a party in any way to anything that harms, in this convoluted situation became apparent.  I had done all of this to shift the toxic environment and help everyone, including myself, to be free of oppression and it energetically was working.  The effects were evident on the walls and in the laughter and gratitude permeating the department.  If I went any farther than agreeing to stand up for my affidavit, I would be contributing to more harm.  With constant pressure from me, the bullies would have only been fueled more.  The true harm of continued pressure from me was to me and my family in terms of stress affecting emotional and physical health and my devoted time to family and sustainable projects outside of work I was participating in.  Harm to self is as important as harm to others.  Even though I tend to be more fearless and resilient than the majority, I do fully understand the loving having drawn their lines earlier.  It is where their threshold was.  We are all very different and each of us guides ourselves.  Many can be pressured as if they were imprisoned and disenfranchised and I feel this is an inculcated effect from the fear mongering and competitive demands replete in our environment.  Science has solidly proven that for any living organism, it is the environment that is the strongest influence of outcome, not base genetics.  Mass compliance to domination and competition through fear is rampant and difficult to distance yourself from.

My line has been there to guide me for the past 20 months.  It has not yet integrated.  I have to be vigilant and feel each situation out.  One area that this has proven challenging is in finding a right livelihood.  This line has, however, allowed me to dig deep into my gifts and expressions of them and know where I will compromise and where I will not.  I will not work for or with any entity that promotes fear and causes harm.  I am so over joyed with the birth of so many social entrepreneurs, benefit corporations, green focus, networking self and community cooperation movements.  It is so true that nature does NOT work from a base of completion and violence as we have been lead to believe (inculcate) but rather nature functions from an integral movement of cooperation, contribution and abundance.  We are all nature.  This is the way of our future survival.  My line is just a tad ahead of the curve at a time when they system still promotes survival of the bully’’.  It’s ok; there are millions, maybe billions of us in or moving toward this same no tolerance line.  When we don’t play, they have no one to bully for their own gain.  Times they are a changing.  Be at this frontier with us please.

http://www.scribd.com/doc/105742194/A-Non-Believer-s-Take-on-2012    This article is a review of what you may or may not be tuned into at this interesting time in evolution.  What I and many others, no matter the process of inquiry was or is, know we are at the edge of something fundamental and huge on a collective scale.  How each evolves or what groups promote whatever, is not at all relevant to ones personal awareness to their own evolution in relation to the context of our now environment.  This lengthy article does do a great job of simplifying all the writings from extreme past to present and into future contemplations; a nutshell.  All you need when reading this is your feelings.  Note the wonderful highs and frustrating lows and you will know where YOU need to flow.

Been very busy of late trying to assist many who currently feel compelled to express and share solutions for life-form existence and to future equitable and accountable participation in the whole.  My wondrous experiences and syncronicities are very apparent and inspiring.  May yours also be recognized by you for your own evolution.  If you feel joyous, fascinated, in awe, creative, loving...these are the feelings that indicate which way for your to flow.

More when I am compulsed to share with you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dz-rVVTG6Ug&feature=player_embedded#!   Yes, once you feel your own soul, it never leaves you.

Worth Maintained

Worth maintained

I am so grateful to have inner connections to the exquisite vibrations and manifestations of love.  My unemployment ran out recently and for all my compromising and aggressive effort, nothing emerged to help with continuous right livelihood.  During unemloyment I took as many free online courses as I could, became an ordained Reverend, donated my time to solution scientists and enterprises, stewarded our land and gardens; helped others with theirs, networked the Birth 2012 resonance, took care of my two grandkids when my daughter was unable, nurtured my teen and championed my son in his advocacy actions, supported my elder father, donated goods and services and involved myself with seed enterprises who have no money for consultants, tended to my physical improvement… I made comments regularly that I have no idea how, when expending over 40 hours a week for others, how I ever got everything done.  I have been the most productive unemployed person, never board, never panicked.   

Due to oil fracking hiring in eastern Montana, the states unemployment rate is 6.1 which means the federal government does not release money to states for extended unemployment.  The reasons matter not.  The politics are moot.  So I have no health insurance, am not eligible for any public support, have zero income, retirement and savings…  In essence, I do not count at all on any statistical tracking and am denied basic care (currently teeth and eyes) because I cannot honestly even sign a payment plan.  I am not even on the rolls as being poor.  I have sold a few items from the few I have, all of which were given to me or provided in trade.  This gives me a tiny pile to use ever so carefully.  I have few fixed costs and have never been into consumerism so have no credit card or account bills. I will not pay anymore on the remaining profiteering medical bills (this being the top area that robbed any savings over the many years I could have accumulated). I garden so my pantry is full of teas, natural herbs for medicine, dried and frozen organic foods so I do not have to go food shopping.  What I ‘must’ pay are all those basic fixed costs that will not trade services with me like phone, internet, power, property taxes and liability insurance.  I will never be homeless again as I worked two years building my debt free home with my dad with a minimal amount of money given to me from my moms death.  If the power gets shut off I will still be warm as I also have wood heat and an antique cook stove.  I can haul water from dads and take a warm bath there.  Its as if I am ahead of the curve on self reliance for when the economic crash and disasters create a world wide depression.  

For most of my life I had recurring dreams of me as a boundary jumper relocating and assisting refugees.  I had assumed that this was about a past life until one normal day about 10 years ago it struck me like a kundalini experience that the dreams were not about the past, but about the near future. 

I am at peace and calm knowing completely that my worth is not based on money or others perceptions of my financial state.  I thus am grateful for prior hard times where I and my kids were in effect, homeless.  All these experiences taught me to be exceptionally resourceful.  I can even fix and build just about anything without buying supplies and do create gifts from supplies others toss out.  I know an extensive amount about caring for the physical without traditional medicine and it works to ease the body during these times of great vibrational transformation.  By societal presumptions I should be feeling defeated, disenfranchized, failed, worthless… but I absolutely do not.  I share my bright love and give to nature and all of life always.  I am deeply loved and appreciated by many.  What I contribute to without reciprocal monetary compensation is of benefit to the collective.  I have been a diligent light-worker for over 2 decades and know that this energy contribution is valuable and has indeed contributed to the now Birth of the new, compassionate and equitable inevitability of the 1000 years of peace and love.  How then, could I ever feel worthless? Yes, it is hard not to take comments personally and to have the ‘food chain’ people who have always used and relied on me be upset with my current zero income.  In these moments I become the observer rather than the participant.  I understand these as their issues and send them love.  Its the most potent thing I give and receive.

I am a muse for others.  A bright light in many a dark place.  I have a serious list of personal and professional skills. If anyone is able to provide the still entrenched aspect of our 3D life (money) for me being your muse, I would certainly appreciate and receive.  I will never again compromise my authenticity and love just for the sake of income.  I can no longer at all be a part of anything that contributes to harm.  The effect of doing so causes great physical consequence to my body and crushes my heart into sadness.  I refuse to be in this predicament as it only further deteriorates the collective energy. My soul is fierce about holding higher frequencies on behalf of all.

Everything is as it should be.  All is not happening to me but for me even if I cannot grasp the now reasons.  I remain open and curious to the opportunities manifesting on my behalf.

Apotheosis

Apotheosis – Greek, to become God…mans’ transformation to God.  When the notion to write about man as God came to me I thought it best at first to present academically astute data.  As I researched, it became very clear that you can do your own academic learning.  Information on the web will magically pop up with just what you need to comprehend so, why reiterate it here?  Here is about perception dynamics that help us limit less and shine more.  Thus, stories with true emotions will help us foster new thought-forms.  Inside our being, some presumed truths have never felt quite right but are inculcated into our fabric so much that they create cognitive dissonance.  We are told something is true and that any divergence from this truth is blasphemous at least and evil at worst.  Apotheosis is a biggie.

The stories we all enjoy tend to have an all -powerful entity with superhuman, God-like abilities.  Some are benevolent giving their power to aid the lesser humans while others are menvolent bent on taking over the world.  These stories generally have a lowly human who somehow must learn of his/her own strength and gifts to overcome unimaginable obstacles in order to find true happiness and save the world.  The wrong story projected onto your psyche is that it is only a chosen one or few that are selected for this growing greatness when in fact, it is within all and always has been.  The idea of fearing or revering God-like power and that only select lower humans have the potential to be heroes, is duality and separation at its most fundamental finest.  It is not true. 

When you hear, read or watch one of these theme stories, often, secretly, you see yourself as the hero…struggling, learning, overcoming and achieving greatness while saving the world.  Or you say, "I wish that was me but I am a ‘nothing special’ peasant".  Even if you get no emotive response from watching someone overcome strife to be a hero (watch the Olympics 2012) nor feel your heart cheer for the underdog, you are nonetheless influenced by it which then shapes your comprehension of the world around you.  As Bruce Lipton says, “it’s the environment stupid”. 

For man to claim to be God, the son of God or a Prophet chosen directly by God is to commit one’s self to immediate sanction and punishment.  Yes, even today.  Today you might be more softly labeled as delusional, passive schizophrenic or other and thus are broken needing to be medicated or institutionalized.  Staking you to a cross is no longer tolerated.  Yes chanellers, both true and wanting, are sharing their direct communications.  Yes psychics and educational gurus (Law of Attraction) and unity religious leaders are more and more being impactful but still, if you stepped out from your current life and announced yourself as God, well… 

Maybe you begin to practice, say divination (a secret practice and gift you have) then set up a service to witch water wells.  I dare say your family would be embarrassed and your skill would be scorned by science. Few would employ you for fear of reproach or would not really believe you could find water so you would be punished in more subtle and financial ways.  Out of financial desperation, back to the 9-5 that fits the separation dominance theme you go.

I seem to know on the spot data and insight that, if tested on, I would not be able to answer a single question right nor do I have clear knowledge of where I learnt what I learnt but, at just the right moment, out pops some pearl of wisdom that advances the expansion of a person or project.  When the recipient inquires how I comprehended and expressed the tiny solution I often respond, “Intuition. “ This is the closest I can come to a true answer for them.  Saying intuition without scientific proof or at least a logical mans-law reason for my astute input…well, even if they have already shown thrill knowing the piece of info is perfect, they begin to discount their feelings, their knowing’s, reverting to logical sequencing and separation themes.  The ones that hold to the good-feeling of resolution incorporate the synchronicity of gaining insight from unexpected places, tend, in general, to find greater joy in life.

Is it thus me being God by claiming intuitive knowledge or is it Apotheosis [man as God]?  All scriptures of old as well as modern day Profits and scientists speak to the absolute of man’s potential to be more than they have currently chosen to be; that we have great potential should we choose to connect to it.  To do this we must overcome our wrong thinking built through millennia of duality and separation.  This means we need to unlearn almost everything we have been taught about our divine evolution and self.

WOW.  Now you feel cheated, lied to or overwhelmed to the point of indignation.  All those lower frequency emotions that lead to non-love choices and cause harm emerge as a reaction.  What a grand plan.  You are self-limiting so those who do see themselves as God can continue to rein and control without doing much to perpetuate the lie that keeps them ‘above’ you.

In several of my transpersonal episodes I gathered that man is a unique creation of the divine cosmos so IT too could experience IT’s full potential.  First creation formed a holographic matrix of complex energy to foster conscious life’s evolution.  Then man, rather quickly, expanded its thought and logic.  Now it is time for the soul to be brought to light and nurtured.  We are three part beings; body, mind and soul.  The 1000 years of peace and abundance prophesized as the Age of Aquarius, in its infant stage, is about developing our soul.  This evolutionary step is solidly underway weather you choose to see yourself as a God or not. 

Apotheosis is simply man growing into his/her full potential to co-create.  That potential is to be love and be loved.  This is your true birth-right and true purpose.

Free-form adventures

I was speaking recently with a brilliant new friend who reiterated the description and impact of a trip he had taken.  Neither a traditional trip nor a drug induced trip.  Just a trip that spontaneously occurred in the midst of his serious logic presumption.  In its levity and combining the theme of his story with that of many others the story flow goes:

I awoke clear and present.  Nothing fundamentally obscure about the rooms I was walking in and out of but I knew something was different.  I felt invisible as the guests and family members seemed to not want to talk to me.  I pondered what I had done or not done coming up with absolutely nothing concrete that established such a shunning.  I went to the living room to find my youngest brother watching a violence-hero type show.  He seemed absorbed.  THEN HE FROZE.  He froze in linier time but I felt he was still actively engaged in the show.  He froze nearly identical to what happens when hitting a pause button on your DVD player.  Looking around, others too had frozen but some were ever so slowly moving, as if they were being Tim Conway only way more deliberate and slow.  I could hear less; less chaos of sounds.  No refrigerator or fan hum.  No street noise but music filled the air.  I realized it was the sound track to the show my brother was watching but no acting voices, just the background music.  I mused at the occurrence of that music being a classical piece.  “Where was I?”  Physics and channel data popped into my mind so I quickly reverted to logical, almost mathematical analysis.  Analogues and random generation patterns filled my mind.  My body became weak in this effort so I stopped. As a scientist I wanted to just absorb the experience.  It then occurred to me, somewhere in me, not of my well trained mind, that I was simply in a different vibration or plane of existence.  “Was I a ghost?  Did I die?”  If I did, no one cared.  There were no tears or mournful gestures in the frozen motion figures.  I went back to where I had been sleeping prior to find only a weight impression in the den couch cushion.  Thinking now more of levity than Gravity as the primary force of the cosmos, I chose to delight myself in a childhood wish.  The wish most of us have to fly and thus I flew.  I was enjoying myself immensely.  When I jettisoned to outside in the back yard everything was similar but the colors were deeper and more distinct as if a new technology had finally created the full effect of the omniscient expression of life.  I rested down on the stairs in utter awe.  Soon, my brother ran out slamming the door behind him while yelling that he needed a predator to attack so he could be the commando hero.  “Did I want to play?”  The world was back to what my mind and body expected.

These types of transpersonal episodes are not the symptoms of a twisted mind nor induced mechanically and thus cannot be understood by known science.  Noetic and other emerging disciplines are forging forward with instruments and efforts to comprehend the power of the mind but even amongst the most prestigious of gifted seekers, they cannot even agree on where the true mind, that conscious to subconscious link is so figuring out the truth using protocols of current science is frustrating.  Yet, here now, many more (including the unaware and untrained) are being nudged somehow into other dimensions.  It is clear to me and many that these episodes [adventures might be a better word] are part of the collective critical mass of a sudden evolutionary jump.  These jumps in earth's past have been recorded, traced and analyzed and are proven yet rarely completely understood.  Many can sense that a formidable breakthrough to something yet known is underway.  Whatever is about to burst through the Vail of our collective limiting existence.  As a friend, Mani Pureheart says, “It’s not about becoming enlightened like a goal you attain and then just are.  It’s that in each moment you limiting yourself less.”  We can each choose to limit ourselves less each day.  Blessing to your free-form adventures. 

Transpersonal Guidance

TRANSPERSONAL Guidance is where my gift resides.  How may I be of service to you?  Likely you are googling the term.  The site below will set your thought-flows into motion.  I honor the nursing profession for choosing to craft this special healing.  Guidance, such as I can provide for you, is also given in non- nursing capacity.  The intention is to meld, in a safe space, by infusing and supporting the other in their shifting essence. 

http://www.ucdenver.edu/academics/colleges/nursing/caring/humancaring/Pages/TranspersonalCaringandtheCaringMomentDefined.aspxhttp://www.ucdenver.edu/academics/colleges/nursing/caring/humancaring/Pages/TranspersonalCaringandtheCaringMomentDefined.aspx

I offer this definition: Transpersonal is related to the Guidance, care and integration of esoteric phenomena (as in altered state of consciousness or mysticism) beyond the individual’s usual limits of ego formations, body expectancy and feeling modulation.  The experience prompts deeper connection to self, spirit and with the magnanimous universe.  In Guidance, your happenings are nurtured.  I assert, primarily from personal experience, that such dynamics are impulses designed to further your evolution.  In so evolving, you lift the collective to higher frequencies and find our common purpose.  Our purpose is to be love in all its infinite forms.

The Transpersonal subject entry today holds a plethora of possibilities for future blogs.  This aspect of our human lives is becoming almost contagious and more evident.  Somehow, we are being assisted.  Of this I feel certain.  I feel certain mostly because my Transpersonal journeys have shared with me our capacity to co-create our own future.  The Co- is so important.

Last August while outside on the porch enjoying sun tea and admiring how abundant nature is, I read the following passage from Caroline Myss's book Defy Gravity.  Having dug deep into what many call the dark night of the soul and re-working my basic premise systems, I recalled how most of my life, from age 14 forward, I had made repeated comment about gravity being my enemy.  So this book, which had been sitting on my shelf unread for some time, seemed like it might contain the answer as to why levity, rather than gravity, was my norm.  Although I laugh contagiously and find delight in the simplest of things, inside I always had this silent melancholy that, no matter what I tried or what others did to pull the reason out of me, it just was not anything traumatic in this life nor any apparent imbalance.  When I read this passage a gigantic flood of effervescent ecstasy overcame me.  I was sobbing with happy tears, finally understanding this slight sadness within.  I do believe that each of us are sparks of creator and thus are each unique Prophets. Finding your authentic gift and sharing this is difficult indeed because our systems are based on scarcity. Fitting the abundance of our gifts into that is often not wanted or even respected.  For me this passage opened a release valve that I am forever grateful for. 

"The grace of Counsel is not an easy grace with which to be gifted, even slightly.  The great mystics have often written that theirs is a painful journey.  The kind of pain they are speaking about, however cosmic, is not physical, but the deep interior pain that comes with knowing that truth is incomprehensible to the ordinary mind.  They come to realize, for example, that "All is One,” not just intellectually, but through the eyes of their soul.  That “oneness” is a cosmic truth that some of them can actually feel, as Francis of Assisi dd.  Imagine having sensitivities that allow you, compel you, to feel the fears of animals or the consciousness of trees.  Or having such a grasp of human nature that you understand how an event will affect society, not because you’re psychic, but because you have a profound knowing of how groups of people behave when they are paralyzed by fear.  You would be able to see the inevitable cycles of destruction that have to occur in order to reestablish balance, but if you offered such counsel to society in order to reestablish balance, it would fall on deaf ears.  Destruction and fear could often be avoided if only people would listen to the counsel of those who can read the patterns, but such information strikes the ordinary mind as useless and impractical, or even nonsense.  How many people are ready to believe that animals have feelings and that they, too, are frightened about the environment? In the face of such great truth, many of the mystics write, the pain of having to be silent and keep one’s own counsel is enormous."

Pg144 2006 Caroline Myss Defy Gravity

I share this in full disclosure so that you too can know that your unique path has lead you to right where you are and have provided you with courage and the skills needed to pursue the authentic you.  You are brave.  You are ready.  You will, with Venus and the sun aligned, move from your trusted intuition toward wonderment, joy and unified blessings.  Really!

Reverence Path

By Peggy Zetler 2012

Meandering.  It’s what all physical life-forms do.  We flow in a constant movement of change which, if so chosen, encourages a natural state of well-being.  This is the responsibility of free will.  It is a freedom gift.  One bestowed to us with great respect and unparalleled appreciation.  As we meander, we find our own way with and within the complexity of Creation. 

Nearly in secret, with very limited social acceptance or assistance and minimal involvement with mentors, institutions or theological/spiritual education, the divine impulse within me was consistently strong. The Calling was present even during my rational thinking debilitation.  It is amusing that what I recall of my life prior to now are all related to my purposeful evolution to bringing forth the Call.  I hear of things I experienced.  I am shown pictures and proofs yet often I have no recollection. It took decades for me to realize that the memories I clearly recall all have formidable feelings attached to them.  They were more than mental or physical.  The synchronicities, ingredients and my ‘in real time’ soul interpretations were independently powerful because I was sensitive to how they made me feel.  However, many extraordinary moments, though wildly transforming, seemed to have no link or clear meaning I could intellectually find to any other thing at the time. 

The tenderness that was inside of me that I was so afraid of being exposed or damaged was… “I love love and all it creates.”  On the surface this fear seemed completely ridiculous.  Everyone said they too wanted and needed and reveled in behaviors and creations of love.  As a wee child, however, it occurred to my heart that the world I lived in was harsh.  That there was a bunch of not love happening.  My family and immediate rural and nature filled environment generally supported my sense of beauty, fairness, creativity and unity but outside my bubble, it was violent, rude, harmful!  For example, a profound moment occurred in the mid-sixties, when I was about age 7.

I was waiting for Lost In Space to come on the small black and white TV that was on the dresser in my parent’s bedroom.  The news was still on.  They showed a film of bloody and burned children and old people running and screaming from war violence in Vietnam.  Then the segment shifted to an awards ceremony where a few soldiers were being called heroes.  They had killed a bunch of people along with North Vietnam soldiers, to “mow a path” to retrieve one of their fellow soldiers.  In my first grade mind, I could not and still cannot understand why they were getting medals for murdering.  I did not and do not understand war.  I still witness and send deep apologies anytime heinous behavior occurs anywhere by any human because of that feeling in that one moment.  Human behaviors told me most accept harmful treatment of themselves, others and the earth as normal.  This not love behavior, repeatedly, seemed to be rewarded in some way.  Still does.  The moments that I remember are the moments, both painful and joyful, that touched my soul.

Meandering as I developed, I did my very best to follow the rules, to be what others wanted me to be, to excel in what would help me survive in the world as I was told it is.  I did my very best to deal with reality on other’s terms and was rewarded.  My posing to perform as expected forged a rift, an artificial separation, of my soul from my body and mind.   It never, however, destroyed the divine impulse.

Not then knowing this separation link, by age 14 my body responded with intense and constant pain and my mind craved understanding through almost obsessive information gathering.  The denial of my feelings…my soul, except in secret private times, tried to separate me from myself.  The energies that guide us would not, however, let me remain split.  Repeatedly and always unexpectedly, “impossible” happenings would occur to bring my soul back to my conscious surface. I know now that my feelings, those that I reviewed, studied and incorporated and all the visualizing and dreaming of beauty and peace…even the extreme physical pain, co-manifested these many other world experiences.  The universe conspires to give you what you desire the most, beneficial or not, from the ‘feeling’ level. Thus, it makes sense now that what I felt strongly in those private times or prayed for in stressful times, would come forth to say hello no matter that they were presumed impossible, paranormal or only allowed to be experienced by Saints or Prophets.  One very simple and tiny example of our conspiring Law of Attraction universe occurred about a dozen years ago while washing dished.  Other truths will fill a new novel I am slowly writing titled, The Evolution of One.  I currently find my writings somewhat shallow.  There simply are no words that adequately express the expanse of these divine events.  I shall ask for guidance in my writing so that you can get a rich feel for the happenings throughout my life that supported my Calling.

Exhausted, in pain and wanting to detach from the stress emanating from my mate, the dirty dishes beckoned.  I filled the sink with wonderfully warm sudsy water and began washing pots and pans.  I was pondering what would make my mate happier.  What could I do for his upcoming birthday?  Ideas were whirling but the fact was we were seriously poor so it had to be something that required no money.  What could I make with what I already had?  Nothing I thought of felt like it would help him be happier.  I was blank, then, the notion stuck me that he always felt physically and emotionally better when his back was scratched.  I had nervously chewed my fingernails my whole life so used a soft hairbrush to scratch his back.  Even though I had repeatedly tried to stop eating my nails, I never succeeded.  Gnawing at my nails had become an unconscious pattern but I thought to myself how lovely and long my hands would look with fingernails and how much more pleasurable the scratching gift would be.  In that thought I felt happy and instantly noticed that the pain in my hands was gone.  I surmised that the warm water and act of motion was like magic medicine.  I thanked spirit for this relief. 

Ten days later, I went to put on my winter leggings and snagged my pointer finger nail in the spandex.  My nails, all ten of them, had grown.  They even had whitecaps.  They were jagged but strong.  What zapped me at that moment is that for 10 days I was completely unaware that I was not chewing my nails nor did I even think, past that moment at the sink, about my nails or the gift idea.  I found a dusty emery board purchased during a prior attempt and smoothed them out.  I told no one.  If I could keep this up it would impress everyone, including myself. A hopeless fingernail addict would be cured by thought. 

Over the next weeks I had absolutely no inclination, need, desire or even unconscious movement to chew my nails.  Whatever had kept me chewing had vanished.  On his birthday I brought forth my pink polished beautiful nails as a gift.  I have never chewed them since.

These constantly emerging ‘impossibles’ were and are always deeply felt and deeply appreciated by me.  Though I have tried to share and articulate them to others throughout my life they generally fell on deaf ears or were ridiculed as lies or explained away by scientific reason or imagination or potential schizophrenia.  I learned to keep them to myself.  But inside, these gifts were confirmations to stay in my heart, to nurture the wonder of the unknown connection we all feel, to open myself to more of the same, to learn as much as I could about similar phenomena… to expand.  Naturally and always each inquiry, no matter the field of study or theory (UFO’s and DMT included) spoke of some spiritual or supernatural or intelligent design option.  As I would listen or read, I could easily feel what was non truth.  I may not have been able to discern absolute truth, but I could feel non truth.  The consistent good feelings from my learning can be generalized by saying; all manifestations are connected to each other in a dance of vibrational evolutionary interplay designed to expand.  That it is our birthright and future; that we know we are far greater than our self-imposed limitations and in this, knowing love (the highest of current human frequencies) over all else brings the divine and magical into full and tangible presence now and forever.

I went about performing in the reality in front of me as best I could choosing education, trainings, jobs and experiences that were less damaging to my heart than others.  Any uneasiness I felt when values or sensations did not align were displaced by my giving and serving others or retreating to my inner sanctuary.  I must have had allot of conflicts because giving and serving became self-destructive.  I was a master enabler.  Each destructive realization I had, like enabling, then required that I dig into the dark night of the soul to let go of whatever snuck in and took over, so that my being and worth was not destroyed.  The tangible experiences that came forth to help me overcome my disconnect were extremely difficult; what many label as being victimized.  Yet these adversarial blessings pushed me into me and there, always, inside the purity of connected being, was unspeakable love.  Having seen and experienced the damage of religion separating itself from others and source to favor man’s law and feeling the self-righteousness spewing form so many who professed to know or represent God, I was incredibly stubborn about even saying the word God.

As a child I was encouraged to study all sides of issues including exploring all religions.  I would go to gatherings, churches, talk with others and read religious literature from all venues.  Much struck me as non-truth but bits and pieces seemed to show a common underlying theme that resonated positively.  Then life happened; parenthood, jobs, family, college, my painful health, men… so, as economically difficult as it was, I tried to focused on doing the most sincere actions I could toward everything coming forth around and through me with love.  I did get distracted yet magically I chose, without really mentally choosing, a path that furthered my spiritual Calling. 

All considered, I performed well with everything I thought life was tossing at me.  The opportunities that I made happen or were presented felt logical.  The ones I chose outside of mainstream logic were often ridiculed (or I felt guilty about) as being selfish.  This would be as simple as me going out one evening to listen to a healer or buying a book on spirituality.  Then, always behind the curtain of posing, there was that loving separated soul issue.  I cuddled with it in private but even there; this love in me occasionally got twisted by my ego. Being intellectually bright and talented in itself can be a handicap to ones divine evolution.  Of this I can directly attest.  The ego found many non-authentic outlets that kept me busy and distracted from my own truth. 

Ego directed me to find romantic partners, to create children, to volunteer, to be a leader and earn money all to ‘find’ love.  It twisted the love already present into a want to be fulfilled from the outside.  I unconditionally felt and experienced loving acts from all my relationships, especially my children, but there was a non-truth melancholy in me still.  It bothered me greatly.  The neurological and muscular-skeletal pain intensified.   I am no different than most humans, we are a stubborn lot who have been trained that stroking the ego is the closest to pleasure we should aspire to.  The animal kingdom would never discount their intuition (their soul) but we human animals seem bent on doing so.  The stranger than fiction difficulties this external drive brought into my life, I dare say, most would not have survived.  The Calling, the secret times of enormous grace, nature, spontaneous angelic human gifts and ‘impossible’ happenings held me together.  Peg aka Pollyanna – the ever optimistic, creative and nurturing label placed on the compassionate and light focused part of me became known. I was slowly releasing some of my light.  This part of me was rarely taken seriously; shrugged off as an idealistic aside.  But I loved this me. Ah ha, divine internal connected love is what I was to ‘re-find.’  Then ‘nothing mind.”  Nothing mind just popped in… no thoughts, just comforting mental rest.

I found myself often thereafter falling to my knees in awe, in appreciation, in wonderment and grace.   I chose finally, with a unified chorus of divine and natural vibrations accompanying me, to not put any of me into negative energy.  I had made a choice even when nothing around me seemed to change.  Then, in a blink everything changed.  I fought this at the time because I did not understand the blessings I co-created so that my most intimate desires could come forth.   I was abandoned emotionally and in part physically from the most unexpected of people.  My youngest child was the most courageous in whirling the torsion vortex.  Thanks to my continuous private bliss, it did not take long at all to comprehend that everything was an answer to my deepest desires.  All have been and are gifts so that I could unite me with myself and thus with divinity.  I co-created, through universal laws, space to unlearn wrong learning and ego directives but mostly to feel unconditional love no matter what was happening around me.  As more poured into me, more self-worth and love came back.  Rapture and effervescence pails as descriptive verbs but that is what was now occurring all the time.  Too, seemingly magical opportunities came my way which I now had the time and space to enjoy, participate fully in and embrace.  I forgave completely.

The Calling wiggled itself back to the surface.  What Calling is this?  To be love?  Yes, it was simple in theory, what I always dreamed and prayed for…it’s where my bliss resides.  By this time the ‘spiritual’  internet was flourishing and I was able to tap into free resources, read of others like myself, learn about the science of consciousness and energy so much so that with any impulse, I could go research and re-learn.  I did get lost in this for a time.  The more I advanced, the more I was being confirmed.  That in itself is addicting.  Too, while in cyber world, I could feel the resonant love of others lifting me up.  Even though I had very few real people I felt safe communicating with about my Call, I had distance relationships and nonphysical support from many others. Not just Avatars of the past or ethereal friends, but real people who too were expanding in the midst of what seems to be complete chaos and disconnect in our world.

With this support and my reciprocal support and light-work, I suddenly discovered that all those choices, all those difficult blessings, all that I had experienced even though not on any prescribed or traditional path, developed the skills needed for my Calling.  Even the education in Communications and Human Resource Management, all the trainings and leadership development, all the unique encounters, the restrictive pain, all the people and experiences with employment, my parents and being a parent, my romantic relationships, my formidable children, my travels, nature, encouraging friends, siblings… the list is endless and all, yes all helped me to bring forth my Calling.  I have such intense reverence for everything that aided, that guided, that forced me to come out of my own denial about sharing my Calling and what is.

I choose now to birth my Calling into the fabric of this reality, to serve, to be love and co-creator as best I can.  I WILL assist, as I am able, the transition and transformation of low frequency manifestations to one of connected higher frequencies.  I have no idea what it will bring about but I have unshakable faith that it is and will be beautiful, united, fair and creative.  May I be a positive example, a muse and loving light.

I come out to the here and now whole and passionate.  I am Reverend Peg.  I promise to empower and nurture the lotus flower unfolding, the impulse for love to prevail.  I openly devote my being to the conscious evolution of humanity and to treasure and amplify all Creators abundance and absolute love.

And so it is. 

Who are you?

Small actions, like my sharing in a blog when I know anyone can find me and thus I am exposed, is a baby step to re-claiming who I authentically am.  Our fragile world is so in need of each of us doing so.  Who authentically are you?  You are divine, not broken and as unique as a fingerprint or snowflake.  In our magnanimous diversity is our strength.  Our focused intention of being the love we naturally are is a monumental contribution to abundance for all. You are part of all.  I was pondering today my time in the 80's nearly getting kicked out of an economics class because I just could not buy into the entire premise of scarcity or that people always act in their own self interest or that no other costs but supply and demand mattered.  This was not so anywhere in nature and man is a part of nature so why the artificial cannon?  Our systems are set up as if economics were the only truth to the point where we now think we believe it is, always has been and will forever be a fact.  Then a friend suggested I just give the professor what they wanted to satisfy their narrow thinking and get an 'A".  It was like eating uncooked grasshoppers but I did what was suggested.  I compromised.  I restricted my intuition and knowing.  I bowed to the powers that be because, like economics, it's the way its always has been, is and will be so if I wanted ever to get through school and make more money for my family (also an untruth) I would need to pretend or be exposed and punished with an 'F'.

When I was very young, about second grade, I had a clear vision of our collective future.  Maybe this vision emerged because I was demoralized in class by Mrs. Brown who locked 'bad' readers up in a wire cage in the back of the room or some other traumatic experiences so I tended to dream my way to feeling better rather than accepting others judgements... but the vision was clear.  'As a people we create a world of dynamic beauty and health where lack and war is a nearly incomprehensible fact of our collective past.'  That's a big bite for an 8 year old to grasp yet I have held onto this knowing my whole life.  It helps guide my actions, keeps me hopeful but mostly, it is my truth.  It is your truth, your integrity, feelings, intentions  and choices that direct your life.  Not anything else.  I know its difficult to comprehend how economics are not, all by itself, directing your life and therefor the main issue to blame.  I understand how the systems based on economic non truth have leached into every aspect of existence so much so that we have lost our divinity.  Today, all over the world people are demanding a Just society but even more so, the many are re-creating their authentic selves and taking actions that are based on sufficiency, taking action for the greater good of the whole and understanding the connections to everything in life to everything else.  This is the pioneer baby step into the vision of one tiny child.  A baby step into our birthright to co-create an amazing world.

You are blessed,  Pegz

Who was and is Thalia?

Thalia is most known in past Greek lore as queen of the Muses.  She is associated with inspiring comedy.  To muse also means to ponder or gaze meditatively.  At the moment I came across her name, not knowing anything about what she was or what this name meant, I starting cackling. People easily find me in a crowd even though I am petite simply by hearing my laugh.  If I were ever lost in the mountains it would be best for me to start laughing.  Rescuers could then find me.  This name, Thalia, does not in its articulation even sound silly.  The moment I was 'cackle' struck, I was in deep spiritual gratitude practice so it seem bizarre to burst out laughing.  Amused in the extreme, I mused asking for clarity on what otherwise would have to be labeled gently as inappropriate.  In short order, the answer came.  "This is who you are in this manifestation."

Compulsion to find out the origin of the name took over.  My quick studies lead me all over the place. I reflected and giggled the whole way.  For example, this seemed to explain why I always enjoyed going to comedy houses and desired to set up a low-key franchise of the same or why I tend to inspire others, without understanding fully how nor doing anything necessarily for them.  Too, I laughed myself to tears pondering the notion that maybe this was why I never really comprehended how to charge money for me being me even though many grew, transformed and prospered and thanked me for some formidable shift in their being.

Recently I completed a lifelong thought, to become a trusted guide of transformation happy.  Yes, transformation happy.  One of those aspects was me becoming an a-typical Reverend.  In this I would offer my services in something I know intimately from deep personal experience, transpersonal counseling.  The other would be Reverence Circles where souls could gather to connect to the divine in themselves without religious constraint.  This and many other aspects of being Thalia are now wiggling there way to the surface to share with all of you.  It is thrilling to consciously realize how ones entire life has trained them to burst forth as who they really are.  Who we really are is divine; each with special gifts to assist the whole in fully embracing love.  Given the current systems that forge illusions of separation and we-they that then is inculcated into the idea of what should or should not have monetary value, I still have no clue how to support myself, loved ones, the collective or the earth being Thalia but what I do know is that I cannot shy away from myself or from you.  Thus, I begin stepping back out with this blog.

Please comment, reveal your joys, dance with Creator and I and expand.  No, not your waistline, your faith in yourself as a pioneering spark that ignites the 1000 years of peace and awakened compassion and beauty way manifestation.

Hilarious Hugs, Peggy Jo