Swimsuit isn't even wet yet

This week’s experience with Network Care had more of me merging with more of me, an idea perhaps best described as the image it produced in my head:

I saw the physical form of me wading into a lovely woodland pond. The pond, I knew, was the true me, the whole soul me, and wading deeper into me felt exciting and right. As I lay on the entrainment table at “Doctor Cutie’s” office, I was overcome with how much I’d missed me, though I still have no conscious memory of being discarnate (is that a word?)

And even as I’m excited by this development, I’m even more excited to realize I’m not even far/deep enough to get my swimsuit wet. There’s much, much more of me to come.

If ever I doubt I've come a long way, remind me of this…

Sometime in the early ’90s (= me around age 30), two friends and I went to a nearby Renaissance Faire. We all agreed to visit Rita, a much-recommended fortune teller. Friend One entered Rita’s gypsy-style caravan and later popped out with a thoughtful expression and a cassette tape recording of what Rita had said. Friend Two did the same. But Rita, an energy/aura reader, struggled when it was my turn. “You’re a very private person,” she said. She struggled some more, finally asking me to speak to her of inconsequential/impersonal things, such as what I’d eaten for dinner, just so my voice might help her. Finally, she gave up.

Rita refunded my money and suggested I see the Faire’s palm reader.

When I told my mother this story, she said, “I’m not surprised–I never know what you’re thinking.”

Well, things change! Last Saturday, I told this story to a couple of friends who only met me in 2006. They were stunned. They simply couldn’t imagine a version of me that was that guarded/closed-up. These women, I realized, never knew “Sarah,” the name I used for decades before reclaiming my childhood identity.  They are completely unfamiliar with her insecurities and other assorted baggage. How wonderful is that?

I can keep the transformation fueled by all that baggage without needing to identify with its old energy.

And having gone through the process, I’m free to use past pain in other ways. I have now written three books featuring a main character who is either self-righteous about something or more generally something of a control freak, who needs to loosen up and accept that there are other viewpoints and ways of doing things. Further, I recognized “control” as just another name for fear, and of course, we must surrender fear to truly experience love.

As a fun aside…The trip to the Fair was May 1st. In honor of the day, we each carried an armload of carnations and whenever anyone noticed the flowers, we’d beam and give him or her one of the carnations along with wishes for a happy May Day. It was such fun to see strangers suddenly light up! And it cost us just a few bucks each. Wow.

"This is the calling forth"

That’s what I heard yesterday, as I lay on one of the tables in my Network Care practitioner’s entrainment room. It’s not uncommon for me to have spontaneous auditory experiences there, and this one came with the even more common experience of visualization. I saw my body lying there, and as the words came through, a far brighter, fuzzy-edged version of me expanded from my form.

Tonight in meditation, the visualization occurred repeatedly, except I wasn’t watching it happen to my body. I was inside my body, experiencing it flashing out of me. First time, a part of me mused, “That’s me. I’m that bright light. Who’d have thought I’d become…?”

Immediately, I answered me, “They wouldn’t. That’s the point. We don’t think our way there. We simply are.”

Review: Welcome to the Evolution: Solving the Mayan Calendar Mystery (DVD)

One man. One flip chart. One mind-blowing presentation. Sure, you have to be willing to look past the complete lack of cinema-graphic merit and focus solely on the content, but it’s  worth it. Couple of highlights:

  • The calendar isn’t tracking simple revolutions of the earth around the sun…
  • It’s tracking the evolution of the cosmos/creation itself, a process that is accelerating literally every day–and making a higher frequency of consciousness more easily available.
  • It ends not on December 21, 2012, but rather October 28, 2011.
  • The end doesn’t mean we’re all dead. Only that we’ll have evolved past the need to measure time in the same way.

The details offered as support for this interpretation of the calendar–past events, future dates, etc.–are compelling. If you’re interested in an interpretation of the calendar that does not include visions of the apocalypse, this is a must-see presentation.

It’s a pity the speaker didn’t live to see to see 2011. Instead, Ian Xel Lungold, died in 2005. He based his ideas on the work of scientist/researcher Dr. Carl Johan Calleman (http://calleman.com), and it continues at http://mayanmajix.com, where new articles appear all the time.

Netflix users can rent Lungold’s “Welcome to the Evolution” and “Lost Secrets of the Maya” DVDs. But if you want a copy of your own, go to Solving the Mayan Calendar Mystery

Highly recommended.

The online part of my journey begins

My toenail polish is called “Disco Inferno.” It’s purple, and I love it.

Don’t know about you, but I aim to have as much fun as possible on my soul’s journey through this life. Goodness knows all those years spent taking myself seriously didn’t win me any big happiness prizes.

I have some of the most delicious friends in the world. Some of them, I consider members of my Consciousness Circle. That means when we’re together, Spirit seems to move more freely through us, making possible some amazing insights and experiences. I know I can talk to them about anything.

It’s good to know I’m not alone. None of us are. Ever.