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.
