Reality and Quantum Possibilities

Floating through seas of quantum possibilities.

Haven’t landed yet, two feet firmly planted on the ground

Of this reality we call life.

Sometimes I barely feel human,

So detached from myself.

Feeling floaty, unable to focus,

Fragmented and disconnected.

Some days electronics aren’t my friend,

And some days my brain isn’t my friend.

Waiting for reconnection.

Waiting to come in for a landing,

Not just a touch down and bounce back up,

But a full stop.

Resonating with one version of reality at a time.


Hard Wired

I was watching a video this morning about a man who lives with anxiety. He lives with a constant state of heightened awareness and from time to time his brain tells him he’s about to be killed. While talking about it, he mentioned some tools he’s learned from his psychologist, and talked about people with anxiety being helped by medication as well. One thing he said that stuck out at me was his mentioning that he was hard-wired this way. There’s nothing he can do about it. And then he went on to talk about the beautiful gifts he has because of being this way: having an amazing capacity for empathy and such.

As much as I understand the idea that we are hard-wired for certain things, discovering the field of Energy Healing, I know there’s wiggle room in there to create change, because I’ve done it.

We’re taught that we are who we are and that’s that. There’s no changing it. And that’s because of a lot of reasons, many put forth by our current medical establishment. I don’t want to bash the medical establishment, because it tries hard and does do some things extremely well. But when it comes to our mind and our consciousness, they’re barking up the wrong tree.

We live in an age of reason. And we’ve gone so far down that road that people love to discount all sorts of things as unreasonable. If it can’t be seen with the naked eye or our instruments, and can’t be measured by any of our measuring systems, it isn’t real and should be discounted.

Well, our emotions and feelings are very real, yet they can’t be measured or seen. We can see changes in a body and changes to a person’s demeanor, but that’s as close as we get. Does that mean they’re not real?

Having learned about Energy Healing and used a variety of different modalities, my hard wiring has changed. The person I was in my thirties isn’t even close to the person I’m becoming. Am I still much the same? Yes. But without a lot of things that held me back in life.

So, to those who believe people can’t change, I know better. The beauty about Energy Healing is it helps a person become more of their true self. More connected to their own heart.


Shame is the feeling that something we did is horrible. It’s the feeling of having done something wrong and often unforgivable. It speaks to our actions.

Shame keeps us held prisoner and holds us back in life. Shame is seeing condemnation in the eyes of another, and believing it. Shame is used as a weapon and a tool to control people’s behavior.

Shame contributes to our becoming separated from ourselves and others. And it makes us sick, creating burdens we struggle to shoulder, until one day we can’t hold them anymore and choose to put them down. 

Until the day we no longer see through the eyes of another and let the shame go.

Beginning To Bear Fruit

The fruits of my labor, the labor of being rebirthed by Kundalini energy, are beginning to show up. In the world of healing, one of the ways we know healing is happening, is by how we feel. More specifically, by a change in how we feel.

Two relationships in my life have been the most challenging, and they are with family members: my bipolar mother, and my very disconnected older brother. After my mother died, about five years ago, I dove into the pond of my personal crap, and came up learning about how damaging our relationship had been. I learned about it because I was trying to figure out why I had so much internal discomfort that I kept trying to eat away. And as I followed thread after thread of uncomfortable feelings, they kept ending up back in my childhood, with arrows pointing directly at my relationship with my mother.

The beauty of the modality I used was not only uncovering the root of an issue, but healing it within the same session. It was like a one-two punch to freedom. Bring the unconscious up to conscious awareness, and let the discomfort go.

Our minds do amazing things to protect us, tucking experiences and memories away in our subconscious mind until we’re ready to deal with them, if we so desire. Most of my childhood has been blank for my adult life. So when I realized that my mother’s attacking behavior when she became manic didn’t just begin when I was a teenager, but happened all throughout my life, it came as a shock to me.

Going through the healing sessions I’ve done since my mother’s death not only allowed me to take back personal power and establish boundaries I wasn’t allowed to have as a child, but moving even further down the healing continuum allowed me to reach a place of incredible healing in my heart for every time my mother hurt me.

Last spring, with the help of Kundalini energy, during meditation, I had a moment of profound understanding of my mother, and experienced complete healing of our relationship. And because she’s gone and I don’t have to relate to her on the physical plane, that relationship feels very complete and finished for me now.

I can think of my mother without becoming angry for how she treated me, which allows me to remember the good times. I can remember how proud she was when she saw me in action as a mother. I can remember the times we played music together when I was still young and at home. I can remember going on vacation with her when I was in my early twenties, having great fun together.

The bitter is pretty much gone, leaving the sweet.

The other challenging family relationship, one with my brother, has also healed to the point that I’m astonished.

Several years ago, the shame that came from my being molested was healed with some amazing and divine intervention – an angel came in during a healing session.

All the shame is gone. In fact, I can’t remember feeling shame about anything since that session.

And with a combination of talk therapy and a variety of energy healing sessions, bit by bit I found new perspectives that have helped me let go of decades of anger and bitter resentment. I also worked on healing my body image – which gets really messed up when you’ve been sexually abused.

Last summer, with the help of Kundalini action in my body, when my brother became very upset while I was trying to get in touch with him to sort out family business, my clairvoyance kicked in and I was able to read between the lines of his pain. I suddenly realized he’d had a fight with his wife, and instead of getting angry at his childish reaction, or being happy that he felt hurt, my internal reaction was one of empathy and compassion. I could suddenly see through his eyes, connecting with the confused and hurt little boy in him. The little boy who just didn’t get it. Who was trying to please people around him, but couldn’t seem to do anything right.

Something deep inside me shifted and healed, allowing me to feel compassion for him. It surprised the shit out of me.

When I think about the past, anger doesn’t instantly rise up. Instead of becoming triggered into anger because my body was ruined by becoming pregnant at 14, I’m proud of my body for the amazing thing it is and for the amazing things it does for me. Instead of feeling like used goods, I know I’m a sparkly, amazing bit of divine energy, walking and talking as a female human being, living out my soul’s wishes.

Having healed our shared past, it’s brought a feeling of closure for me. It doesn’t make what happened right or ok. But I can finally let the pain go. I feel like our soul agreement is done, and I’m able to move on.

I have never had a happy/healthy relationship with this brother that was the least bit authentic and I have no desire for one. I know that he has done zero work on himself, has no higher awareness about himself than we had when we were children, and has no desire to change. As much as I’d love for him to create healing for himself, I know it’s not likely to happen in this lifetime.

I have an understanding of him that he doesn’t even have. I see how incredibly disconnected from his heart and his own sense of self and inner knowing he is and always had been. I believe that his relationship with our mentally ill mother, when he was very young, contributed to the disconnection. As her relationship with me contributed to my own disconnection.

The most incredible epiphany for me this past fall was when I realized I no longer felt the need for a big brother. Such a sense of freedom! This person has filled the position in name only. Growing up, he never looked out for me, acted in a protective way, or showed me any love in a healthy way. He was jealous and domineering. As adults, we have had to connect because of family business, but it always feels like talking to a robot. I’m finally very ok with him not being in my life.

It might sound harsh, but if he were killed tomorrow, I would probably cry for his children and wife’s pain. But then I’d be over it. Because I’m over him.

Healing from the relationship means there is finally no longing ache in my heart for what never was.

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Why Victims of Sexual Assault Don’t Tell

I’ve been thinking about why people who’ve been sexually assaulted don’t tell. With the media hot on stories of sexual assault, there’s been a lot of discussion, and a lot of frankly ignorant comments, like people wondering why if someone is assaulted, they don’t tell.  Or they tell after a very long time – such a long time the statute of limitations for prosecution under the law in many states has run out.

To help educate those out there who don’t get it, here’s why I didn’t tell. As much as its my story and specific to my own situation, much of it applies to many others as well.

When I was sexually violated, I was young and I knew my attacker. I’d been groomed for years to have no power over this person. He groomed me by how he treated me, dominating me. Society groomed me by teaching me I was supposed to look up to people older than me.

People talk about a perpetrator grooming their victim, but I haven’t heard too much about the shock factor. When you trust someone and they suddenly sexually violate you, it is shocking. Every part of your being tries to deny it’s even happening. In fact, it can be so shocking that a person freezes and either can’t fight back, or can only do so minimally.

I tried to get him to stop, but there’s only so much a person can do when their violator is someone they trusted and someone they’re supposed to love because they’re your older sibling. It’s an extremely shocking thing to have trust violated in this way.

Growing up with my brother, he would do things and tell me not to tell or we’d get in trouble. This is pretty normal between many siblings. He knew we were doing things that would get us in trouble. I was good at not telling because I wanted my big brother to like me, and I didn’t want to get in trouble. And over the years, when his behavior made me feel very uncomfortable, I would still not tell. I was programmed to keep silent or I’d get in trouble. I could keep a secret like no one else.

Looking back at some of the things he did, he could be very twisted. Of course, back when I grew up, there was no national conversation about appropriate touch like there is now. But at the time, I had no reference other than my gut. And I’d learned at a very young age to not trust my gut. I had a lot of stomach trouble.

When his behavior escalated to molesting me, I was intimidated, told to stay quiet. He was physically much stronger than me by that point, and made sure I knew it. But the invisible chains of fear kept me bound much stronger than anything else. Fear of getting in trouble. Fear of not being liked and accepted. And it wasn’t just one incidence. Once he got away with it one time, he did it a second time. And when he got away with that, he knew he’d be able to keep getting away with it. In fact, I don’t even know how many times he actually molested me. But it was many, continuing on for a couple of years.

The truth of my being molested came out because I eventually matured enough to get my period, and became pregnant. I was so scared that I denied what I knew to be the truth for months. I was terrified of what would happen to me when the truth came out. Fear kept me quiet. At this point, my unmedicated bipolar mother’s behavior of verbally attacking me when she was manic was a contributing factor to my growing up having no voice. I was not allowed to speak up for myself. And it was years before I could bring it up.

Even after it was found out that I had been molested, because the perpetrator was my brother, our father swore us all to secrecy because of his own fears. I was conditioned to keep it all a big fat secret. A big fat, poisonous secret.

The first time I decided I could tell someone about having been molested and having borne a child out-of-wedlock that was given up for adoption, was years after it happened. I was about twenty years old. I told a friend who I loved and trusted. And even then, when I could finally get the words out, I was shaking and crying, wracked with shame.

After that, I didn’t talk about it, except briefly to my husband when we were dating, until I was in my late thirties, when I decided to do some therapy. I was tired of being angry. I had no idea how much being molested affected me. And how much keeping it a secret was affecting me, until I began to work on healing it all.

As I’ve healed so much of the shame, fear and anger around this secret, I’ve been able to share my past with a few trusted friends, when it felt appropriate to share. I can now speak about it without any feelings of shame or guilt. And in fact, much of the anger has been healed as well. Although I doubt the anger will ever be completely gone.

The tricky thing about sharing my past with someone, is it’s very disturbing to hear about. When I tell someone, a host of their own emotional baggage becomes stirred up. It causes them pain, and they see me in a new light. That is, if they even believe me.

Yup. I had a family member, whose first reaction to the news was one of denial. He wondered if I was mentally ill like my mother. His reaction wasn’t one of sympathy or empathy, but wondering if I was mentally ill and was making the whole thing up.

And the public wonders why victims won’t speak out or speak up. If your own family questions you, why would a complete stranger believe you? How fucked up is that? It’s the shock factor. When family finds out something horrible has been going on and they had no clue, it’s shocking. Their image of their family is suddenly rocked. Their own trust in who they thought their family was is rocked. And many people just can’t handle it.

Fortunately for me, the family member who at first thought I was mentally ill, knows I’m not. He knows what happened and as painful as it is, believes me.

When someone reads an article about a person coming forth about having been sexually violated, and their first thought is wondering why the victim didn’t come forward for twenty, thirty, or forty years, this is why.

When young people are sexually assaulted, they are usually groomed, are intimidated and/or threatened to keep quiet. And the threats and intimidation can even come from within their own family. The secrecy becomes a prison of shame and fear. It often takes a lot of therapy for a person to be able to speak about it, never mind confront their attacker. And for many who eventually speak out, they aren’t believed.

For those who are believed, they are then seen as a victim, and most people don’t want to be seen as a victim: weak.

My own story is far from over, but with therapy and some amazing energy healing, my inner wounds have been healed and are still being healed to the point that I no longer carry any shame around having been molested, around having been a pregnant teenager, around having a child out-of-wedlock, and around giving up my daughter for adoption. And a great deal of the anger I carried for years has been let go. Anger about the entire situation: being molested, becoming pregnant against my will, having my young body ruined, and having to keep it all a secret.

I still get angry at times when having to deal with that brother, but it’s not because of the past, but because of a few ongoing things that have nothing to do with my having been molested. And in time, much of those will be sorted out as well.

Even if the statute of limitations hadn’t run out for me and my situation, taking my brother to court wouldn’t undo damage that happened so very many years ago. Even if he could be found guilty of a crime and sent to jail, it wouldn’t heal my heart in the way that therapy and energy healing has done. And after spending decades nowhere near my brother, yet still carrying buckets of anger and shame, I realize that much better than trying to exact any sort of revenge or seeking retribution, is finding ways to let the hurt go.

Self Acceptance

The spiritual quest is one of self acceptance. It’s a journey of learning to accept ourselves wholly and fully. It’s a journey of discovering part of ourselves that we don’t accept and often rail against, inviting those parts of ourselves back into our heart. It’s a process of uncovering, discovering, remembering, and forgiving. It’s a process of letting go and coming home to love.

Choose Love

Choose Love

When people are afraid, they either run, fight or freeze. And fear is contagious.

Any time something happens that throws us into a pot of anger or fear, take a moment to pause. Remember that when people are in a lot of pain, they either act out in pain or take it out on themselves, or both.

The antidote for fear and pain is coming together and changing perception. Understanding. Compassion. Coming together. Connecting on a human level.


We get ourselves all tied in knots over the idea of waste. Wasting time, wasting resources. We jump all over ourselves, berating ourselves for being wasteful. Being wasteful is a sin and you won’t get to heaven. Being non-productive with your time is being wasteful and that’s bad. Don’t waste food, there are people half way around the world who are starving. Shut the lights off, turn the stove off, don’t leave the car running. Don’t waste power or you’ll use it all up. There’s only a finite amount of power. Don’t waste money. You’ll go broke. Don’t waste your time and energy on that one, they’re not worth it.

Life is not that simple.


One of the things I remember complaining about when I was a child, were things not being fair. “That’s not fair!” I’d cry out to my mother. And her stock answer was, “Life’s not fair.” Not exactly what I wanted to hear when it felt like life wasn’t just, or times when I felt unfairly persecuted


Of course, as an adult, we know there are many times when life’s not fair, when we see instances of injustice (from our own perspective). And from that, we’ve created the justice system. But from a spiritual perspective, when you take all judgment out of the picture, there is no fair or not fair, no justice or injustice. Everything is.

From the human perspective, surely there are moments when we look at a situation and judge it as not fair.

Is it fair that I was sexually abused when I was younger? Is it fair that my mentally ill mother verbally abused me? Is it fair that my abusers were never punished by the law? Is this fair? Is that fair?

If a person spends their life chasing down “fair”, they’re going to be constantly disappointed. Reminds me of concepts of revenge and retribution. These are all based in emotions that contribute to pain in our hearts. And they become triggered in us from time to time.

Fair is based in a feeling.

In one person’s version of a fair world, my abusers would have met early, untimely deaths. And that certainly would have changed some dynamics in my life. But life isn’t all about happy, fluffy-bunny days filled with sunshine, candy and roses. It’s about contrast.

Life is about feeling like shit so when don’t feel like shit we appreciate it so much more. It’s about having experiences that dump us head down in the mud, so when we’re upright and cleaned off, our hearts bravely and confidently open longer and stronger than ever before.

Life is about contrasting emotions and finding our way back to contentment and internal peace. And one of the most effective ways to finding contentment is by shifting our perspective; by looking at something from a different angle. Finding the angle that allows hurt to slide off our heart, to fragment and fracture, allowing our own light back in once again.

What most people don’t realize is, when we’re in pain and we close ourselves off in an attempt to not feel the pain and to try to not get hurt again, we actually close ourselves off from possibilities to experience joy, happiness, peace, and contentment.

Closing your heart is closing yourself off to your own light, energy, and joy.

My journey of healing my heart has been one of finding a perception that allowed me to let go of pain. It’s been a process of discovering ways of looking at things such that I was able to let go of the judgment, the perspective I’d held up until that point in time.

Instead of railing against the world because I had a mother who was mentally ill, who wasn’t medicated until I was almost through high school, and who verbally abused me and not my brothers, I have learned through my own higher wisdom that she and I chose to have this life together. She chose to step into the role of mentally ill and abusive mother, and I chose to step into the role of her daughter, the one of her three children who would be her target.

In my most grounded, integrated, and compassionate moments, I know that my mother did the best she could. When she was attacking me, it was because my very existence triggered her venom, and that venom was hyped by her mania. The kicker is, the venom wasn’t originally hers – it was passed down through the women on her side of the family. I intuitively saw the pattern of mother-daughter female wounding that was a karmic chain of energy in my family, and I healed it.

When my mother wasn’t manic, and wasn’t feeling insecure, she was able to allow her love to flow to me. She taught me skills and values that she thought important for me to know, and shared her lifelong passion of music with me. She made sure I was educated, not only in school, but also in the domestic arts, so I’d make a good wife and mother one day. And when I had my son, she mentioned several times what a good mother I was.

If I look at my being sexually abused through the lens of anyone other than the one who perpetrated it, I am a victim and was powerless while I was being abused. And that’s true. I was powerless at the time. At the same time, I felt excruciatingly deep shame. For decades I held onto so much anger deep inside, it was beginning to make me sick.

Moving from blaming myself for the abuse to the perspective of having been a victim was step one to healing. Step two was reclaiming perceived loss of power and establishing personal boundaries. What’s crazy is, when I reclaimed my “lost power” what my higher wisdom showed me, were moments in my life when I intentionally subjugated my will to that of others so I could survive.

Giving away power during my young life happened as I made decision after decision in an attempt to stay alive. They were moments when I wanted to feel happy and to feel good, but I knew that if I didn’t do what another person wanted, my life would be met with unmitigated pain. Life would be easier if I just did what they wanted. Even if it went against everything inside me.

Reconnecting intuitively with younger parts of myself, allowing them to become aware that I actually survived and am well, gave them the permission they needed to let go of holding onto their fear based perspective. The moment they let go, my energy field shifted. The perception of my life changed, and how I felt inside changed.

I was able to forgive myself for being human, for every choice made during childhood that helped keep me alive.

Today, as much as I know in my head I was a victim, my heart has healed from so much that the energy of the word victim no longer resonates for me (most of the time). Neither does survivor, only because in order to be a survivor, you need to resonate with the pain and discomfort of some horrible or scary thing you’ve been through.

Without everything in my life working out the way it did, I wouldn’t be where I am today, regarding healing. So if it took having to grow up in an abusive family to create this level of healing and peace in my heart, I guess it’s more than fair that I was a victim of child abuse. But quite honestly, fair or not fair doesn’t really matter to me any longer.

Life is love, life is pain and fear, and everything in between. We’re here to experience all of it.

Chaos And The Purpose It Serves

Chaos is a process: that which no longer serves us falls away. And because people will put up with an awful lot of crap before life becomes uncomfortable enough to want to make changes, it often takes something deeply painful or deeply dysfunctional to get people to speak out, speak up, and do things differently in their lives.

For me, it was a few different things.

First and foremost, it’s been my physical appearance, and specifically, my weight. Ever since the insecurity of puberty hit, I’ve had a focus on my weight that’s not healthy. The focus has been that I’m always overweight. And guess what? You get what you focus on. Keep focusing on the need to lose weight and your body will oblige and become larger and larger so you’ll keep needing to lose weight.

Of course, insecurities of puberty focused on more than just my being overweight, but with maturation, that’s the one that seemed to hang on into adulthood.

Another issue that I thought I’d safely stowed away and forgotten about, was the pain from my childhood. Actually, I did a pretty good job of hiding my past and not thinking about it, until I accidentally discovered that doing so was making me fat and sick.

As an adult, there came a time in my life when trying to keep my weight down spiraled out of control. Life had changed, and the constraints that had been in place, helping me stay in control, were gone. Living independently, creating my own income, working full-time doing a job that kept me on my feet, was gone. I moved to a place I didn’t know, where I knew no one other than my boyfriend. I spent months looking for a full-time job in my field, with no luck. I finally settled on taking a very part-time job while I awaited becoming married and having children.

My life became very sedentary, and with a combination of no longer feeling a deep need to maintain a certain look to attract a fellow (we’d been together over six years at this point), and several insecurities riding shotgun, my weight began to rise.

At one point, when life felt a bit settled, I decided to see a counselor to help me deal with having been molested as a girl. She was the first person who ever helped me see the dysfunction of my family when I was young. I finally understood a bit of the bigger picture, which helped me begin healing.

Looking around at ways to keep my weight down, trying this and sticking with what worked, even if it only worked somewhat, led me to hypnotherapy. And hypnotherapy sessions let me have a few spiritual experiences.

As life went on and I became a mother, my weight kept going up and down and up and up. And one day, I herniated a disc in my back. It was months of excruciating pain, trying this and that, until I ended up on the cycle of getting cortisone shots and doing physical therapy, feeling better, reinjuring my back, and another shot and therapy.

When things became painful enough, and it was clear that I was headed for surgery before too much longer – this was a big time of chaos – life stepped in, giving me another option. I discovered a talented energy healer, who worked on me, helping my back tremendously.

At that point, my weight was pretty high, I was chronically exhausted, partially because of having a son with special needs who didn’t sleep well and who experienced life as very uncomfortable much of the time, and partially because the act of having a child triggered depression in me and affected my thyroid and hormones.

My physical break down and exhaustion, combined with becoming aware that I’d been a victim of childhood sexual and verbal abuse, and becoming aware that there’s more to life than what we can see and touch, was the chaotic priming I needed to have the spiritual awakening that happened back in the spring of 2011.

When I discovered the energy healer who helped my back, I’d just become attuned to Reiki. And what I didn’t know at the time, is that the attunement shifted my consciousness, making me more open to further healing. Within days of my back being worked on, I became curious to have a psychic reading, and was connected with a talented psychic.

As she talked with me, it soon became clear that this person that I didn’t know could see my entire life. She saw my deep dark shameful secrets and talked about them with no judgment whatsoever. As she spoke, with the combination of her knowing in great detail things she couldn’t have possibly known, and being so loving and compassionate about all the things I viewed with shame, something in me burst open, accepting that there’s more to life than what I’d always known. She was the confirmation that part of me had been waiting for, and when the dam burst, I couldn’t do anything but ride the wave.

My internal chaos came to a head and erupted. A part of me that had been denied and suppressed for my entire life, woke up.

There was suddenly an urge I couldn’t fight, that wanted to know everything about energy healing, and it wanted to know it yesterday. The urge both pushed me and poured out of me, steering me to the internet. To websites, books, online podcasts and interviews, and to local businesses that had to do with healing, clairvoyance, and all things spiritual. I read, watched, listened, and met with local healers and clairvoyants.

My life’s focus began to shift from this physical world, to beyond it. To creating change in the physical world by addressing things beyond this world. By learning how to address and create shifts in the world of energy, of spirit, and by understanding certain laws of the world of spirit; how they affect us here in our physical, emotional world.

I took classes to learn how to connect with my own abilities; my own clairvoyant and healing abilities. And I continued working on myself, but from here on out, I addressed things from not only a physical perspective, but also the energy/spiritual perspective.

Before I knew it, I was reconnecting to my spirit in such a way that my internal dialog began to change from that of a fearful little girl, to the voice of my soul. I began to let go of beliefs that had kept parts of my consciousness stuck in the time of my childhood and stuck in their own awareness of fear and brokenness. Stuck in my unconscious.

When I’d say a statement such as, “I’m a good person,” instead of hearing an internal voice denying this as my inner truth (basically, when I’d do this exercise, I’d hear a voice say BS), I began to be answered by an inner voice shouting, “Heck ya! You’re amazing and beautiful, and incredible!!”

With the years of my life before spiritual awakening creating an underlying pressure that built and built over time, the awakening shifted my focus to healing. Staying with that focus over the past almost seven years created enough healing in my life that Kundalini energy decided the right conditions existed for it to crank open almost a year ago. And since then, my internal life has felt like complete chaos.

Belief upon belief that doesn’t serve me or doesn’t resonate with pure, unconditional love, has been rising up in me and healed, shifting and moving out of my energy field. I’m broken. Belief gone. I’m defective. Belief gone. I’m worthless. Belief gone.

Fear upon fear is coming up for review. Fear of death. Fear of poverty. Fear of death of people I love. And they’re leaving.

My lens of perception for myself and in turn for the entire world, is shifting to one of unconditional love, acceptance, and compassion. It’s crazy!

To be completely honest, the process of change is a mighty uncomfortable one that I’d rather not have to go through. But in the case of Kundalini energy, there’s no going back. This is one genie that can’t be put back into its bottle. The only way out is through.

And along the way, I’m being taught some pretty valid and poignant life lessons. And today’s is all about seeing chaos not merely for the uncomfortable state it creates in us, but knowing it’s temporary, and at times necessary. When you see chaos, know that it’s a precursor for better things. It’s a time of sifting and shuffling, of pressures building up, looking for new avenues to spill out.

When enough things in life no longer work, it’s time to reorganize. To get rid of those old dusty things you haven’t used in a decade or two, and no longer really want. To stop putting yourself last on the list, and make sure that with all you do, you include things that bring you happiness and joy. It’s a time of prioritizing what’s important in our lives and taking time to honor those things.

This blog entry was inspired by John Smallman, who channels Jesus. I was inspired by his most recent channeling, where Jesus describes what’s going on in the world through his spiritual eyes. It really resonated with me.