Crazy Cloud of Crap

We are now technically into the third week of September and...

Wait a minute...how did we get to September...NINE months into 2016...already??

Don't get me wrong; I will be uber-happy to move beyond this crazy-ass, Nine Fire Monkey year (See my blog from February). But seriously, how did we get through 3/4 of this year already...? It feels like we just celebrated the new year. 

Anyway, moving on...

This month, the heat of Summer is beginning to (subtly) recede as we round the corner toward Autumn. But wow, are things boiling hot! The election hype, the Olympic hype, the violence hype...It's all spinning around us like a tornado, creating a crazy cloud of crap we have to navigate our way through.

Don't delude yourself into thinking you are not impacted by these things. We live in a single, unified field of energy, as all the fish in the ocean do. Waves of energy in the form of vibrations and impulses gently nudge or harshly slam into us, just as they would if we lived in the ocean.

So not one of us is insulated from anything that happens on this planet (or beyond, if you want to go there). What happens, even if on the other side of the globe, impacts us, though we may or may not be consciously aware of it.

How do I know this? Because quantum physics has finally proven it to be so. When stimulated, particles of matter respond to each other, even when separated by thousands and thousands of miles across the globe. We - you, me and everything else here - are particles of matter, constantly responding to the experiences of those around us.

"So what?" you may ask. "What does this mean?"

It means if you find yourself feeling tired, sluggish, overwhelmed, blah, uneasy, perhaps even exhausted or depleted, irritable, angry or ill, your body system is likely struggling beneath the crazy cloud of crap I mentioned earlier. There is no way to escape it...

Well, that is not exactly true. There are things you can do to shield yourself from the influences of these more dense energy vibrations. But they take practice and to practice them, you have to learn them first. Then, you have to do them regularly. The more you do them, the better they work for you.

Some of these things are simple; some are more complex, coming to us from the indigenous, deeply connected cultures of the world. And they work. Really well.

Managing the impact of the crazy cloud of crap on you is twofold. First, take steps to minimize your contact with it. Second, take steps to minimize its impact on your body system.

Here are some things to stop doing to minimize your contact with it:

• Stop bombarding your system. Unplug from screen technology (TV, internet, phone, etc.) as much as possible. If you choose to engage with them, be very specific about why you do and with whom you connect. Don't drown yourself in other people's rhetoric, spin, drama, opinions, and emotional energies. These things penetrate your personal energy field and pollute it with gunk, leaving you feeling low, sluggish and off-balance both physically and emotionally. If anything significant happens, you will hear about it anyway.

• Stop taking things personally. Every single person on this planet has an opinion about what is going on, including you and me. Whether people's opinions are right or wrong, true or not, is irrelevant; they are just people's opinions and people have a right to them. Arguing, rationalizing, explaining - these are all antics of the ego and probably will not change someone else's opinion. Your energy and passion are better spent elsewhere. So let others be, without taking their opinions on as a personal affront.

• Stop neglecting yourself. Your body needs to be energetically nurtured just as it needs to be physically nurtured. When you get "slimed" by crazy clouds of crap, your energy body needs a good cleaning to restore its vibrancy and re-balance its functioning. The better it functions, the less vulnerable you are to the impact of such clouds, and the better you feel.

Here are some things to start doing to minimize its impact on your body system:

• Start spending more time doing things that inspire your senses, like playing, creating, dancing, singing, visiting with others (face to face, not via a screen), or anything else that awakens you (hiking, biking, spending time outdoors, listening to favorite music, cooking, meditating, road tripping, doing yoga, bubble baths, writing, napping, snuggling, etc.). 

• Start trusting in something larger than yourself. Trust that there is more to what is happening than you can possibly comprehend. The tapestry of Life reaches far beyond our full comprehension, so find something bigger than yourself to entrust its design to. Trust that the Divine Source of all things always works with us and never against us, even in the midst of a crazy cloud of crap.

• Start soaking in a hot bath with lots of Epsom salts. This is my favorite way of cleansing the body's energy field of slime. Emerge feeling more vibrant and radiant.

If you find yourself suffering from the crazy cloud of crap spinning around us, give me a call. I've got lots of tools in my toolbox for just this sort of thing.

A word on cops

 
I am not a cop. I am a writer and a teacher and a counselor.

But cops get a bad rap. People call them "pigs" and "buzzkills." People don't want them around. I didn't either, until I met some that weren't packing a speeding ticket book.

Now, I'm not saying that every cop I've ever met is a sweetheart, fine and true. Some are real babies. You name it; every profession comes with babies. 

The difference may be that baby cops carry guns just like honorable cops do; and babies in other professions don't. Well, not as a matter of uniform, anyway. A baby cop with a gun can be lethal...just like any baby person with a gun can be.  

I mean "baby" as in the spiritually immature kind, not the cute, gurgling newborn kind.

Spiritually immature babies are emotionally immature. They operate out of fear, ego, insecurity, and greed. They cling and assume and take things personally. They demand instant gratification. They judge, blame and disrespect. They distort the truth. They carry no real wisdom.

These babies don't know who they are. They are disconnected from their true selves. They compete and conflict with others. They hold themselves as separate from; they are divisive in thoughts and actions. They force their own agendas.

 Make no mistake about it: These babies are spiritual infants, not evolved sages. They are frightened children, not brave warriors. They confuse dominance with power, and control with security. They are misguided and misunderstood. 

Cops are trained killers working on our behalf, or at least, they are supposed to be. Unfortunately, baby cops don't have what it takes to do their job honorably. Neither do baby people of any profession.

Street cops are known as Peace Officers. Jail cops are known as Corrections Officers. Peace and Corrections: two honorable paths intended to restore balance and offer a chance for amends or perhaps even healing; to keep the peace and restore dignity. 

Are some of them spiritually immature babies? Sure; there are babies in every arena. Their actions are not splattered all over the news, but they are there: the therapist who manipulated his clients; the teacher who slept with her students; the doctor who stole medication; the nurse who sexually molested his patients; the priest who molested children; the lawyer who misrepresented his clients; the caregiver who stole from her clients; the sitter who physically abused children; the cop who mistreated citizens...they are all out there. Babies, all of them. 

That does not mean that all therapists, all teachers, all doctors, all nurses, all priests, all lawyers, all caregivers, all sitters or all cops are spiritually immature babies. But some are. 

Let's refrain from making misguided generalizations about members of any group. Let's remember we are all people first, and most people are not babies.


[NOTE: Substitute "asshole" for "baby" and "assholes" for "babies" for this to make more sense.]

The Human

"The Human is sick," he said.

Those around him were uncertain of exactly what he meant. But hearing his story, I knew. It did not happen over night...

When fear rules the heart,
when children are left to starve, 
when weaponizing is the norm,
the Human is sick.

When life's resources are contaminated,
when our Earth's bones are ripped apart,
when we torture and kill its creatures without regret,
the Human is sick.

When texting replaces touching,
when gaming is our play,
when messaging becomes our talking,
the Human is sick.

When excuses replace compassion,
when greed allows apathy,
when rhetoric is spewed as wisdom,
the Human is sick.

When families are broken,
when our elders are forgotten,
when our youth are trapped in poverty,
the Human is sick. 

When our jails are overflowing,
when suffering keeps growing,
when we turn off our inner knowing,
the Human is sick.

Yes my friends, the Human is sick.

A Brick in Disguise

You know those moments when you look around and feel grateful for your life. You have had them; we all have. People around you are struggling through big changes and yet your life seems tranquil and happy. You smile inside.

The thing is, it is just a matter of time before that tranquility and happiness you feel disappear into the abyss of change in your own life. Change always comes. It is the one constant. It cannot be avoided. It is the nature of the force that creates life. That force is fluid, not static. Things do not stay the same for long.

I had one of those moments recently, driving along in my tranquil, happy life when BAM! Change happened. What I imagined would be another nice experience on my long trail of "happy" turned out to be a brick in disguise. Not a dinky, reality check brick, but a huge, smack you hard on the head kind of brick; a send you reeling, give you a nasty concussion kind of brick. 

And when I awoke from my concussion, I realized it wasn't just one brick that hit me, but a whole truck load of them. Change happened. Life as I knew it will never be the same. I'm not completely surprised, given the energies of this Nine Fire Monkey year (see my Feb. 16th post). It all fits.

After years of building a deeply spiritual, more authentic relationship with myself and my life, much of it disintegrated before my eyes in a single moment of reaction. How can this be happening? I wondered, I've worked so hard. But it was happening; it did happen. Change happened. It always does.

Sometimes change feels good; great, even. But the brick that hit me did not. It was merely disguised as something good; great, even. And I trusted it. I fell for its disguise. I walked right into its path and practically asked it to smack me. 

It can be hard to recover from a smack like that. I find myself struggling to understand it, asking the useless "Why?" questions. I will not find any answers; not now. It is too soon. The bricks and I are still rolling through the dirt, kicking up dust. Answers won't come until the dust settles, if they come at all. 

In the meantime, I find a bit of comfort in two things I believe: 

1) that everything happens for a reason, and 

2) that the Divine Source from which we come always works with us and never against us. 

These two beliefs are my lifeline of hope; my breadcrumbs back to a tranquil, happy life. We hear the first - that everything happens for a reason - often during difficult times, but do we really know what it means? 

The way I understand it is this: Everything happens for a reason, and the reason is so a higher purpose or good can be realized. We have the opportunity to evolve as Human Beings and perhaps even as Souls while we are here. The experiences we have in life provide those opportunities, if we take them. Despite how they feel to us, every experience is an opportunity for a higher purpose, a higher good, to be realized. And even as I grow through the comfortable experiences, I seem to grow more through the uncomfortable ones.

Just because an experience feels uncomfortable does not mean it is moving us in the wrong direction. Quite the contrary. We tend to get complacent in our comfort. Forgetting is easy when we are comfortable. We might even get smug about it.

But when we are uncomfortable, we tend to wake up and pay attention. We examine what is happening more closely; we want to ease the discomfort. We come back into ourselves and our lives more fully. We reconnect with our sense of humanity and compassion. 

If we are willing to embrace the discomfort, we return to a state of humility, surrender and openness to that which is greater than ourselves. We ultimately find the illumination of our own Being. This is a good thing...and worth every bit of the discomfort.

It is easier to find the willingness when I remember the Divine Source always works with us and never against us. Believing this allows me to rest into the notion that we are held and guided by something much greater than ourselves. We are never truly alone, for the loving, Divine Source always has our back, gently nudging us (or giving us a powerful smack in the head) toward the evolution of our Soul. 

You can believe whatever you want. This is just what I believe, recognizing that it is not only our triumphs but our struggles that pave the road, brick by brick, to our most evolved Self. It is my mission to grow as much as I can while here because I haven't resolved the issue of life, death or reincarnation for myself. I would rather take full advantage than realize later that I missed a precious opportunity because I was too arrogant to consider it. 

In the end, the bricks in disguise that smack us upside the head aren't such a bad thing, although they are uncomfortable. They may be exactly what we need to catapult us into a higher level of Being. We have to deal with them one way or another. I choose the high road. I choose to embrace the discomfort and use it as a gateway to the illumination of my Being. 

Anyway, my tranquil, happy life will return soon enough because one thing is for certain: change happens.