How does the end of an old year look, appear or feel?
Any last hour revelations?
Over the last few days, my family and I watched a Netflix series about a young blind girl named Marie. She lives in Saint-Malo, western France, in the spring of 1944. The city is still occupied, there are bombings all over and it is what I would call a “treacherous time.”
The title of the series, All the light we cannot see, made me think about our Light.
Can we see our Light when it is projected out?
And do we understand Its effects?
I personally cannot, yet know that things are happening.
Will we see and envision the Light—our Light and that of others—in 2024?
I mean, more conspicuously?
Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if, one day, out of the clear grey sky, the Light shows up and we suddenly see It.
“You are entering into a season during which much of the world celebrates the birth of the master teacher Jesus. It is important to remember that the Christmas story is every person’s story and not just that of one man. The Christ (Light of Spiritual consciousness) can only be born into a consciousness emptied (the stable) of personal ego and beliefs based in duality, separation and two powers. Because this state of consciousness is already full, the higher frequencies of the real Self cannot flow–there is “no room at the Inn.”
… It may seem as if nothing is happening in your quest for deeper realization, but know that the moment you were ready for and consciously began a search for truth, you consciously or unconsciously stated your intention to spiritually evolve. At this point “the train leaves the station” and does not stop until the destination is reached even when there are stops and bumps along the way or you decide you want to get off.
… Every person is already self-sustained and maintained, whole and complete, cause and effect, abundant, intelligent, harmonious, and infinite, etc. etc. but the density and resulting hypnotism of being in three dimensional energy blocks this awareness from most. The evolutionary journey is nothing more than the process of getting out of your own way and allowing these already present qualities of Source/God/Divine Consciousness to flow into expression–the Christmas story.
… You find that without conscious thought you have become more understanding, patient, loving, and kind because you have removed the blocks and opened the door to your own Divine Consciousness allowing IT to flow as you. Things, events, people, solutions, and situations that are fulfilling and of a high level begin to unexpectedly show up. Things that you could not have asked for because you did not know about them. Fulfillment is the true nature of SELF.”
Naturally, the season that is enveloping us, certainly in the US, is one of gratitude offering, of gratitude being. Gratitude for what we have and what so many in the world do not have.
I was recently reading about the Exodus, the 40-year journey that the descendants of Abraham took in the Egyptian desert to reach the promised land of milk and honey. The word that came very often in the description of this journey is ‘grumbling.’ The grumbling of the masses because of their harsh conditions, the lack of food and water, the inept leadership of Moses, and so many other things.
Come to reflect on it, what matters is what we send out into the universe. Grumbling and complaining shut our hearts tight and do not allow for grace, insights or miracles to flow in; even little every day miracles, like an unexpected smile or gesture.
Rather than pitying ourselves on what we don’t have, or what we cannot do, let’s cultivate a genuine attitude of appreciation for life, and for what is given to us.
It may be an important attitude this year around, as we are about to close the year 2023, more than in any others years. I am not sure why I am writing this but this is what feels aligned with the direction where we are heading.
Let’s invite the good, the healthy, and the bountiful and let’s anchor in our lives an attitude of gratitude and reverence.
Gratitude as well for being present at this crucial juncture for humanity, on the path of what may very well be another promised land.
Please join us this Thursday as we celebrate gratitude and open our hearts.
This image of being a shining light, a beacon of Light, aiming at discreetly illuminating areas of ‘dark character’ has always been meaningful to me.
Perhaps now more than ever as I can sense the sluggishness of the times. Around in the world—certainly—and perhaps around in some of the people we encounter.
It takes a long time to turn darkness into light, and the key ingredient is persistence.
Persistence and faith, despite the lack of apparent results.
Who knows what our vision will be once we turn a corner in this world of ours?
I leave you with this post from the Creator, that mentions the luminosity of our Light.
Let’s keep it up, dear Ones.
I love this superb picture – enjoy it!
“It is time to keep your eyes wide open. There may be people and situations being designed specifically to move you into fear mode. Some may attempt to sell you beliefs and ideas that do not resonate. Many have chosen to stay asleep in the comfort of the mass consciousness, ignoring the mounting energy engulfing your world and choosing to remain blissfully unaware that things are changing at break-neck speed. Free will dictates that you get to decide what works and does not work for you!
The Universe knows this may sound a bit disheartening and a little more than disappointing. But, by keeping your eyes open, you will be able to see those around you that are ready for change, to step into their light and rise above the status quo. This is where your bright light, radiating Unconditional Love and peace, comes into play. Be the luminous beacon that helps light the way out of the darkness.”
I had a meaningful experience last night lying in bed next to our son—he always enjoys company on the way to his astral travels.
Yesterday was a rough day. I have a nasty cold which got my nose running like a fountain of youth and I kept sneezing in and out. As fortuity would have it, it was one of those evenings when our son gets back from school late and we don’t have dinner until 10 pm—knowing I am the one preparing dinner.
Right after dinner, our happy-go-lucky teenager asked me if I could ‘put him to bed.’ Given the state of my health and my persistent headache, I hesitated and yet, for a mystical reason, surrendered to his whim.
After a few minutes, my wife came into his room and said she intended to empty the dryer where clothes had been sitting for a few hours. A twenty minute delay, at past 11 pm, when I have six potential hours of sleep ahead of me, no way, I thought.
Calming down a bit, I took an inner pulse and could clearly see two options. Either I would get infuriated and would get up to pick a fight. Or I would surrender—one more time, to yet another person—and muster as much gratitude as possible.
To be honest, I felt helpless knowing that our son was about to fall asleep and I couldn’t move, and that my wife was clearly moving ahead with her late night plan.
I ended up choosing the ‘gratitude route,’ not really knowing what I would be grateful for, and it was truly liberating. The anger volcano that would have happily erupted three years prior was silent. I soon moved to our bedroom ‘unharmed’ and ‘unagitated’ and started helping my wife fold our clothes.
It may feel like a small encounter with my inner emotional process; yet, when I look back, it was amazing to clearly envision the scenarios ahead of me—as well as their consequences—and opt for the wiser one.
This evening, I was reflecting on what brings or creates meaning in our lives.
Connecting, both inner and outer, is certainly an important element that allows us to infuse meaning wherever and whenever we wish—we are all, more or less, social animals.
I worked with children of various ages these past three days, as an observing substitute teacher.
On Wednesday, I took care of a class of bright and lively 5th graders. Energy was in the air and I connected well with most students. Helping them complete an assignment went a long way, not to mention letting them play soccer in the classroom while waiting for the buses.
On Thursday, I worked with two small groups of 1st graders and kindergarteners. While the 5-years old were engaged during their assignment, they didn’t seem to connect beyond class time. They saw me in the cafeteria and yet didn’t express any emotion or remembrance. I crossed paths with the first graders a few minutes after my coaching and it was all giggles and smiles. A seed had been planted.
Friday felt very different, working with mentally challenged students in a section of a high school’s special education. Many could not express themselves with words and yet there was a light in their eyes during some small activities. These were not always successful, despite their simplicity, and something wasn’t apparently wired in their brain. Could it be that outer consciousness, as most of us experience it, was shut down?
I had lunch in the cafeteria and sat across one of those students, a beautiful young woman who had difficulty eating, yet was on her own. There was a gentle stream of communication between us, all nonverbal.
After she finished her snacks, I picked up the empty bags and threw them in the garbage bin. A few seconds later, she was able to let me know that she no longer needed her jar of applesauce and I discarded it.
Later in the afternoon, while walking in the hallway, I saw her in a room where I had worked in the morning. I looked her in the eyes and waved, yet there was no acknowledgment.
Could it be that consciousness only ‘function’ in the present moment for these teenage children? Similarly, that is, to that of the kindergarteners.
It was a blessed experience in connecting and yes, an experience in exploring meaning as well.
I am not sure what it taught me about consciousness, that I would describe as a light switched on. Switched on within as well, for a few of us.
When I think about the ‘absence of inner consciousness’ in the self-glorifying masses, I can’t help relate to what I observed with these teenage students.
A light that remains unlit.
Left right human brain concept. Creative part and logic part with social and business doodle isolated on white background
As we approach the vernal and autumnal equinoxes this Saturday, I thought the picture below would be a perfect illustration of the eternal dance between the Sun and the Moon, the day and the night, the light and the dark.
These are natural rotational phases that regulate our lives and that gives us ample time to regenerate ourselves.
The hourglass is indeed a beautiful metaphor for the passage of time and of the seasons, following assiduously a cycle that has gone on for eons.
Where will you be this Saturday and how will you honor or celebrate this transition?
Will it be a transition to a more inward-looking attitude in the northern hemisphere? And outward-looking, or nature-oriented in the southern hemisphere?
Below is some information from an astrology newsletter about the equinox. Its author is—interestingly named—Raquel Spring.
We are rapidly approaching the Autumn Equinox, which falls on either September 22nd or September 23rd, depending on your location in the world. The Equinox and Solstices serve as significant points in time when cycles are both marked and measured. Each time we pass through an Equinox or a Solstice, we usher in a new chapter.
After the retrogrades of Venus and Mercury, many are feeling a newfound sense of clarity and of completion. Now, we open up to a new chapter, brought about by the upcoming Autumn Equinox. This chapter will be marked by the entry of Black Moon Lilith into Virgo, followed by her opposition with Saturn, then a series of eclipses, and the concluding T-square formation involving Pluto in Capricorn and the Lunar Nodes.
Thanks to the Creator’s post (please see below), I was reflecting this morning on the notion of ‘acceptance’ and its twin sister, ‘non-acceptance.’ There are things and possibly people we can accept and there are others, possibly situations, that are simply unacceptable. Think of exploitation, for instance. If we let it happen, it can only create inner damage and possibly enrich (in whatever ways) the exploiter—be it a corporate boss, a politician, a religious leader or a friend.
Then, a compassionate thought arose and went to those families in the US that are split across the political divide; one member leaning Democratic and the other parent or spouse supporting the Republican agenda. It must be very difficult to survive such a chasm and perhaps the best tactic is to sweep that difference under a heavy rug—till the next election comes. I am fortunate not to be part of such a family. I know there are many and I am not sure acceptance does help in this case. Agreeing to disagree is a small step that doesn’t always bring peace.
And then my reflection moved to more personal feelings, thanks to this explanation from a Gene Key – Gene Key 22, Grace under Pressure.
Within this Gene Key, the progression goes from Dishonor (Shadow) – to Graciousness (Gift) – to Grace (Siddhi).
“Many so-called spiritual teachings suggest that you should subdue your negative emotional states in favor of sweeter, more virtuous frequencies. In fact, this is the basis of most of the great religions. But to subdue any state or feeling is to “dishonor” and distrust that feeling, which prevents acceptance.”
Acceptance and integration at play here? Or possibly questioning the origin of the emotion, in the first place, with fresh curiosity?
Having a negative thought doesn’t make one a bad person, does it? If it does, then we will all agree that the world is doomed!
This morning, I observed the formation and burgeoning of such a negative emotional state—irritation. One I have been consciously working on. And our son soon offered the perfect experiment.
It was 6:55, we were on our way to the bus stop and Alex was still strolling around, as if life was unfolding at his own pace. We arrived at the bus stop 30 seconds late, just as the school bus was leaving.
What happened to my friend ‘irritation?’
I could sense it, it was palpable and I wasn’t happy. Yet it didn’t burst into anger and died within minutes. It is what I call a “work in progress,” a great inner experiment and you can tell I have helpers (or irritators) close by.
Can you think of a similar situation when a ‘helper’ assisted you in your process of accepting [acknowledging] and perhaps assessing something you carry within?
Something that, at times, you may have difficulty to accept.
Knowing that—acceptance is key and yet, sometimes, it isn’t!
“Your spirituality, way of life and how you view your Earth plane existence is yours and yours alone. How you choose to honor The Universe and those within it is unique, beautiful and as individual as you. You may not agree with another person’s ideas on the subject and that is okay. Acceptance is key! This does not mean keeping your mouth shut if you witness something inherently wrong…it does mean allowing others to have their own beliefs systems without judgment. You may not agree but, then again, it is not your life, correct? Let this be the beginning of peace for yourself and everyone around you.” ~ Creator
I have come across a cascade or rainfall of synchronicities this afternoon, all within 30 minutes.
What is the probability of that happening in a fractured, broken, paralyzed world?
This cascade involved a person in Washington state, one in Alaska, an astrophysicist in New York city, an astrologer in France, and a nexus (yours truly) in Virginia.
A couple of days ago, I emailed our healing intention group, asking for intentions in a ‘fractured world.’
A person (in Washington state) took this offer to heart and made a suggestion this morning, acknowledging our fractured situation.
Early on in his speech, Tyson mentions the risk of ‘ossification’ for our students, a theme we addressed last week in our gathering. Later on, he says, “we are living in a very fractured world.”
At about the same time I was watching the video, the astrologer in France responds to one of my comments on her blogsite. It has to do with the successful landing of Indian spacecraft Chandrayaan-3 on the south side of the Moon. She wants to change a reference that I made and contacts me through the Ossification and Consciousness post that I wrote last week. How uncanny!
All this mystical communication, either about ossification or fracture, seems to refer to bones—and possibly an in-not-such-a-good-shape world.
Yet, the way it flowed this afternoon is simply extraordinary—as if the Divine, or anyone we may want to refer to—had a special, kind message to deliver.
Our world may be physically fractured and, paradoxically, in the process of hardening, many folks and organizations clinging on to the status quo; yet the spiritual part of who we are (the grassroots) seems to be well and alive. Alive and receptive!
Don’t you think so?
Perhaps, as I invited us to reflect, not as fractured as we would think?
We still have some juice, dear Ones, and it is carrying us forward and upward!
I usually do not post dreams on my blog, yet this one feels somewhat special.
It is not that dreams are too personal, it is that they are complicated to interpret, unaware that we are of the many variables that come into play in such an invigorating subterranean journey.
If there is one aspect I cannot fathom in this dream, it is the ‘marsh-thing,’ which came out very clear; both the word and the plot of water. Not that I could see it clearly though but its presence was felt and the vision was couched in a shell-word.
To fully appreciate what I am narrating here, one may have to be familiar with the Netflix series Locke & Key. Locke is the name of the family that moves into a gigantic house, the Key House, a few months after the death of the husband / father of three. They move coast to coast, from Seattle, Washington, to Matheson, Massachusetts.
‘Going into one’s head’ means that either Bode or Kinsey (sister and brother) use a lock in the back of their neck and a key Bode found in the house to unlock a hardly-accessible part of themselves. One version of them remains petrified while the other travels into another environment—a marsh perhaps—where things happen.
I had a long dream of befriending a young blond girl. I was visiting her parents right before Christmas. Their apartment was right below the roof of a building.
It was Christmas eve and I still needed to work; I worked in what looked like a marsh; a woman was my supervisor and she reminded me that Christmas eve was a workday; there was someone swimming in the marsh (possibly another woman) and I wasn’t sure I wanted to swim or work that day.
I was going to spend Christmas at my friend’s family yet still had my parents alive. I needed to stop at their home to pick up something on the way to work. It looks like I was young.
The girl (my friend) looked like the one in the Locke & Key tv series, with shorter hair – her name in the series is Kinsey.
Interestingly, in last night’s episode, Kinsey went into her head with a key, retrieved her ‘darkness’ (per our son’s Alex words), came back out, killed it and buried it into the snowy ground. It’s uncanny that I asked Alex for confirmation. I obviously knew what Kinsey was doing because she previously went ‘into her head’ along with her brother Tyler, and her personified anger then attacked him. This is when she came to his rescue and killed ‘anger’ with a fire poker.
Kinsey came to mind this morning, August 23rd, when I came across ‘Fear of Lack,’ a defilement I am striving to remove in my daily tantric meditation.
Nurturing the Gift of Seeking 