It is easy to give and read advice on the art of living, but not so when everything seems to be tough. That is the hardest time to hear anything. But, that is when a little advice would be helpful.
Tough times require tough medicine: the truth. Every seeming problem boils down to a spiritual problem. Normally, we forget our spiritual nature and see things as me against the world. The truth is that I am Spirit or Consciousness. Everything that is happening is part of that Consciousness. I am Consciousness, perceiving as Consciousness and everything I perceive is part of that Consciousness. Where is the problem?
The idea is to relax. We are like a fist that has been squeezed tight for so long that it seems to take effort to relax the hand. We’re all tight, protecting ourselves in every way that we can, guarding against imagined danger. We need to let it all go.
Life can be an experiment in letting go, trusting in the perfection and understanding that we are not our minds. Need a job for your mind? Give it the job of understanding your spiritual nature. That is a worthy assignment.
Making this years Dandelion mother tincture was a lesson in perfection. I have been thinking about remaking this essence for over a year. Yesterday, I drove to Kokee to check on a massive pasture of Dandelions that grows near the top of the mountain. As I arrived, I was stunned to see a mower going back and forth through the meadow. Without thinking, I grabbed my bowl and started picking. 80 or 90 flower heads later, I added water and placed the bowl on a large rock, which was near the entrance.
My connection with the energy of the Dandelion was different from the last time we met. This time, I was primarily aware that it was all Consciousness. Consciousness gathering and speaking to the flower and Consciousness as the Dandelion Deva. No difference.
I left the meadow and the guy on the mower drove by and waved. Not just any look and wave. This was a look that I imagine came from the Shaman. A look at the essence of it all through the eyes of the mower man. The bowl was left on the rock, in the sun, under the protection of mower man.
My friend, Ken Stokes, and I drove to the end of the road at 10 mile camp and headed off for a hike. Flowers, mosses, Redwood branches, cliffs dropping thousands of feet below. Hours later the mist settled in. A gentle mist that covered the rain forest, heading towards the swamp. That kind of rain is a blessing rain in Hawaii. We headed back down to see what fate had befallen the bowl full of Dandelions.
There it was. Sparkling magically. The meadow was a grass field. Two men were setting up a tent. After a few questions, they answered that they thought the bowl was a gift to the gods, so they didn’t go near it. That sounds good to me.
No stress in this job. Dandelion essence is a relief of mental stress and muscle tension from too much mental stress. Maybe you like try?
What a word, too. I have been hearing it lately, and it sounds like a word that could be cut out of our language. It is just ‘too’ much. I have ‘too’ little. That is ‘too’ many for me.
This word ‘too’ comes from the part of us that analyzes everything and decides what and how much is right for us. It comes from the mind. From the seemingly separate thinker that has an opinion on everything. Those opinions are born from fear. From childhood responses that form who we think we are.
One antidote is to consider whether our present reality is just right as it is. Not ‘too’ much or not ‘too’ little. Just right. I mean the whole thing. Even the part that seems “too’ much. Is it really ‘too’ much? Could it be the only way it could be.
Waiting seems to be one of the most difficult things. The mind just hates it. We want everything now. We want so badly that we pray for it, wish for it, focus on it.
In Human Design, almost everyone is instructed to wait. Wait to respond. Wait to be invited. Ugh, says the mind. I’m too busy to wait. I have too much to do right now. I have a life to make.
So, what about this waiting thing? Is it important or a waste of time? I vote for important.
Look at it like there are two worlds, one where you have to do everything and one where everything is done through you. In the later, you no longer go out of your self towards things. You stay within and things come to you. Things - that is, thoughts, feelings and perceptions come to you, appear to you, arise within you. You, your essence, no longer needs to forget itself in order to experience the body, mind and the world. This experience by your essence, or Consciousness, is the prize. Experience it and you know I’m right.
Waiting, with awareness, is a prerequisite for experiencing deeply. When you know that you are a unique perfect expression of God, waiting for life to unfold becomes easy. What could you do to improve it? Nothing. So give up the anxiety, pain and struggle and try waiting for what comes. It won’t be easy because almost everyone is racing, praying or hoping for something to happen. The only mentors you will find who are waiting are a rare few sages and awakening ones. Think about it.
Nature has been one of my best friends. I associate pleasure and ease with being in nature. For me, making and taking flower essences seems to be a concentrated dose of nature’s healing power.
Well, what do others say? Here are three tid bits I gleaned recently from my research:
1. Visual exposure to settings with trees produced significant recovery from stress in five minutes, evidenced by changes in blood pressure and muscle tension.
2. Desk workers without views of nature recorded 23% more incidents of illness than those with views of nature.
3. Hospital patients who had views of trees needed less medication and had faster recovery times after surgery than those without such views.
So, go take a walk in the woods, or take a dose of nature in a bottle, flower essences.
I love being a flower essence practitioner! There are so many ways I love it.
I just finished working with a group of about 20 people over a one week time. I see people non stop from morning till dinner, 30 minutes each. My delight comes as I merge with one set of eyes after another and no break for the mind to rehash what happened. That seems to be the majic of it. No room for the mind. A higher level of appreciation of each person’s gifts, pain and unique espression fills me.
The flower essences paint the path with the explanation of what wants to be healed. I follow along and voice what ever flows at the moment. Many tears. Weeping embraces. I feel the throbbing ripples of releasing pain. I feel the essence shining through. I feel compassion from going through the same stuff in my life already. Laughter. Tears. Deep embraces.
It is like being with a new lover every thrity minutes. I confess that is my delight.
Hello to each of you reading this in Russian. Through the wonder of the internet and the weave of life, there are several people reading this blog from Russia. Kauai to Russia. Amazing.
The message doesn’t change. You have been kidnapped by your own mind, and you better pay attention. If you want to get out of this, you have to get back into your body and wait for life to unfold at it’s perfect pace. Our world and countries support our thinking in fixed programmed ways. As if we were all the same. It is not so. You are the perfect one you are meant to be. Only your truth. You are the one you have been waiting for.
How to proceed? Back to nature. Flower essences seem to be very helpful in shattering the programmed ways of being. It is a war between the mind and your truth. The mind is clothed in all of your survival patterns pretending to be you. But, it is not you. Let the destruction of the false self continue.
What a funny concept, the fool. Not working on the same serious level as the rest of us. Seemingly detached from the reality of our many problems and needs. They give him one day to play. Then back in line, hit the road, move em out.
What a fool I have been, over and over through this life. Most of the time, I was in denial of it. In recent years, I have accepted it. The ego driven, mind filled entity that I used to align myself to and as, is a fool. I opine that the most serious problem a person can have is to believe anything strongly. Better to be the fool. Laugh about it and flow on through the mystery of life.
The fool acts without thinking. Not carefully weighing the pros and cons of every facet of the issue. I am suggesting that the fool is closer to enjoying the flow of his or her life than the one who sees others as fools. So, in tribute to the 1st day of April, I will happily be the fool.
It is that time again. Winter is ending and spring is just ahead. Clean out the old to make ready for the new.
If I might be so forward, I recommend a flower essence reading and remedy for any one looking at this time as one to clear their old limiting survival patterns. We are all unique, but we have been raised to be like the homogenized masses. That is devastating to the authentic real essence of us. I know that so well. If you are also smarting from the pain of the not self, flower essences may be the way to get out of the pain and into authenticity.
So as you dust off the cob webs and clean from another winter, consider cleaning out the best of you.
This just has to be said. It is not like anything.
My daughters grew up in the evolution of the phrase, “its like.” You can hear it every where. It is some kind message saying, hey, everything is cool. Well maybe. The point is that this phrase is revealing of our robotic programed way of experiencing. Just like any software program, one thing refers back to another earlier program. The new program “is like” the old one. One big problem with this for us humans is that the earlier program is formed in childhood. How clear is the child?????? Not very…….
So if I’m right, then our screwed up inner child’s reactions become the default “its like” for today’s experience. Children making adult decisions.
The truth: It is not like anything! My perception is making premature erroneous opinions about every moments experience as long as I am satisfied with having anything like anything else. Is this really just one endless program? Isn’t there room for raw experience? Am I so crusted over that I can’t relax and allow life to impact me? Am I too afraid?
Asking these questions is refreshing. Life is an experiment. Now is not like anything I have ever known before.
