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Who inspires you? Is there anyone who has touch you in such a way that you are lost for words!

People generally answer this question with the names of someone famous, powerful, has lots of money, or perhaps a teacher or relative that touched their lives early on. My father’s (now 89 and still creatively working) creativity and perseverance has inspired me, although I do know that at times in his life he has not been a nice person, so to speak. There are not really a lot or actually anyone I could name that I would “like to be or emulate!” There are those who do great work yet it is the unnamed or little known and quiet beings that inspire me. I was inspired by the peasants I met in the several “slave camps” on sugar cane plantations in Haiti and Dominican Republic. When leaving one camp, a woman carried a huge branch of bananas out to our bus and in her mix of Haitian Creole repeated ‘merci, merci, (thank you, thank you!) No, I was thanking her and the village for their gift of open spirit!

In such less than ideal situations their spiritual joy and strength and the bright colors in their art glistened through only to magnify the lack of spiritual joy and strength exhibited by most of the members of the group I was traveling with. Material wealth, which is relative, does not translate into the higher realms by any stretch of the imagination. Today more than ever!

Re-igniting Creative Force

In the past couple of weeks my world has been one of seeing and feeling my re-igniting creative force within theater, dance and inspiring people. And it would seem that each experience came effortlessly into happening.

It started with the last minute decision to go to a “one man show – Gross, Mystical” by Eliot Fintushel on the poems and writings of Walt Whitman’s  Leaves of Grass. He did an incredible performance not only bringing Whitman’s words to life but also his playing instruments such as a hurdy-gurdy, waterphone, sruti, and bulbul tarang. The small audience present was gifted by such talent!

The following night, Sunday, was picnicking with a friend in the park before watching a slightly more modern version (Costume wise) of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. Even though there were not a huge amount of people in the audience, the actors did a wonderful performance and audience participation provided many light hearted moments.

My out of practice body got to move and swing on the dance floor. My friend Paul is a former improv dancer so it was fun going between venues of improv/ecstatic dance and what seemed the more sedate remembering of a room full of 40-70 year olds dancing to a band of well worn turns. Michael Boliver and his sax added a nice blend into the mix. I laughed at myself as well as others!

The creative flow again continued at a wonderful celebration for the new book by a truly amazing theater couple who have been married/performed together for 50 years. Conrad Bishop and Elizabeth Fuller of the Independent Eye, Visionary Theatre read from their book. I was so touched and amazed at their story, life dedication to their craft, creative power and expression, their humility, sense of humor and truth. As I listened my tears freely flowed as I could so identify with what they had endured, created, had rejected, lost, won and all the while kept going…..I laughed at their stories of travels and situations that I could also identify with. Most of all I felt a pain of understanding when they shared performing for an audience of 3, a creation that had taken months and months to evolve and put out. At one point it was read (paraphrasing) “we know we will never be famous or will ever make a lot of money….we create because that is what we have to do!” Their book is “Co-Creation – Fifty Year in the Making.

Another gathering I attended last Saturday was in Guerneville at the Center for Sacred Studies. This was an afternoon of conversation with Grandmother Flordemayo, President/Member of the International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers. Amid a generous gathering she shared some of her plant medicine and wisdom and stories of her own journey and her very personal connection to the ancient mystery of the Crystal Skulls. To learn about these thirteen grandmothers watch the wonderful film on their journey to create world peace.

Re-igniting Creative Force is taking me back to the time I was creating/hosting a television program and writing for Conscious-Awakening Theatre as well as my connection to quite a few people who are now making major moves in their lives. Some across the country, others to distant lands.

The topic is STORAGE and POSSESSIONS. And moving always brings it up to face directly. Paying for storage is paying rent or a mortgage on the past! Possessions possess us! Money can also mean “Material Obligations Neutralize Evolving Yourself!” From Awakening and Igniting Ecstasy In-Formation…New Twists on Money, Power, Sex and Death”

Writings, video, exercises, consultations and seminars will take you through many journeys to come to terms with, raise above and even let go of the obsessive possession of Possessions!

Don’t be scared…..I’ll be gentle……I have been where you are and know the pit falls and the great release is a gift!

Until next time……


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Today is the celebration of Mother’s Day. The day our advertising world tells and demands that the role of Mother is to be honored and remembered, most especially by purchasing “the unforgettable items or services for the one who gave you life!”  Sentiments to absolutely touch the heart and wallet or bigger, the bank account.

Yet beyond all this, the celebration of Mother’s Day is filled with bitter sweet and sweet bitter memories for infinite numbers all across the world.

Today there are those rejoicing in the wonders of new motherhood, like my daughter-in-law, Shannon. Along with my son Mathew, they are learning the nuances of the vital new personality named Brayden. In the role of “grandmother” I reminisce on those same days many years earlier, at the births of both Jerame and Mathew. Then following the threads forward until today, I remember as only I can.

And this takes me to remember my mother who is now 86 years old, living in Australia. We will talk today yet as usual the conversation will be short and more of a repeat of our last conversations…..she does not get out because she is not able to walk very well and her hearing appears to be selective at times….”I can’t hear you” is often repeated, yet if I were to mention or worse yet ask for money…..her attention would be snapped into focus and clarity be razor sharp! This makes me smile now though in the past it had been a bone of contention to say the least.  Today I remember so much and send her love through the ether’s of our hearts that have always been connected……from birth and beyond!

 

This day is not so sweet for others. For mothers so loved who are not here any longer; those who have rifts and caverns or great canyons of despair, anger or worse yet hate so unresolved, there is little sweetness.

Loss of a mother, loss of a father, loss of a child, loss of a friend, loss of an enemy…….all this and then the loss of oneself!

One day back in 2005 while living outside Washington DC I was drawn to visit Arlington Cemetery. It was a visit I had resisted several times. On that day with camera in hand I filmed the scene. Walking along the paths, each side lined with row upon row of white crosses, I filmed not knowing why it was important.

Return to Arlington video

If you have not visited this place it is very hard to imagine! It is the size of a small town. It is laid out as such, street after street offering different views and landscapes. No houses…just white crosses…..etheric residences.

The result of this day was a short quite powerful video piece called “Return to Arlington”. (Although my camera quality at the time was not fabulous, the message within it is powerful and thought-provoking…and revealed itself again today as I prepared to write this entry.)

Here are a few lines which are particularly poignant for today and the days around us.

“Breathe in life, breathe in death….It is one and the same….a mirror of our times…………….

A mother cries in a distant land, the child she bore is here no more.

There is no home on this land here….this land here is the same on a distant shore.

A wail, a cry, an anguished heart

Who says what’s right!  Who says what’s not! …………………………….

It is time for silence no more!

How many more mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, sons and daughters must return to THIS resting place

Before the INNER SOUL OF THIS NATION YELLS ENOUGH!”

On this day of honoring Mother, The Mother, Our Mothers, the feminine birth with each woman and each man…..

Can we hear and feel our Soul’s cry ENOUGH!

Can we hear and feel our Heart’s cry ENOUGH!

Can we hear and feel and BELIEVE the world has LOST enough!

BECAUSE I HAVE!

HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH?

If so……Say so!…….Write and Feel and Believe

“my Inner Soul has had enough…..I claim back myself and I claim back my Nation and I claim back the Mother!”

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As the population of Planet Earth is just about 7 billion people – what can be said about this single first quarter profit of ONE oil company!    Questions?   Investigations?   How much more will THEY take?

Contrasts Re-Awaken Similarities and  Possibilities

The days or weeks leading up to another blog entry always make me antsy to write yet I don’t have a clear focus or topic to write about. It was a similar feeling and process I experienced when preparing for the taping of my television program from 2004 to 2007. I would get lots of  clues and messages but it took time to see their relevance before the final piece was laid in place.

 This past week fits into this same category and now I enjoy the game of revelations that goes along with the emerging clues. Today is the day to put “pen to paper” so to speak. And as part of the writing I want to share the unfolding of clues that has taken place. Notice the diversity and commonalities that emerge, do you see the theme!

Clue 1:  Last Tuesday and Wednesday I began remembering the trip my former husband and I took to Haiti and the Dominican Republic in 1996. Several very powerful memories kept surfacing until one stood out more than the other. (I will share that story later in this posting.)

Clue 2: On Wednesday I also receive a new message from the Hathors by Tom Kenyon.  Here is a very short excerpt that now has a more profound meaning for so many.

We now wish to address the question of a new creation for those of you who may find yourself in the aftermath of a natural or manmade disaster, such as an earthquake, a volcanic eruption, or destructive weather patterns.

If the destructive force is strong enough, the perceptual markers of your former reality may no longer exist. Your home or place of business may no longer be there. You may find yourself dealing with shortages of food and water, and there are any number of variables that can come together to create a state of shock and overwhelm.

We wish to be very clear in what we are about to say. Shock and overwhelm in the face of disasters are a natural mammalian response, and if you are to transcend and transform the moment you must reach upward to higher dimensions of your own existence, your own being, to those realms of consciousness that are beyond time and space….... (from Transition States of Consciousness)

Clue 3: Today, April 29, 2011 (4+11+4 = 19 = 1   new beginning) was the Big Day . The marriage of William and Kate takes the British Monarchy into brand new image territory – the king-to-be  marrying a commoner along with a significant softening of age old rigid traditions. Some commentators called it “the day the UK came out of mourning for Princess Diana, breathing life back into a nation!”  I was awake at 4:20am and prompted to get up. I didn’t! I waited until the push was stronger, finally getting up at 5:10am to turn on television where I am staying. I had missed the service so had to be happy with the ramblings, cut-ins of the service and location interviews. Then around 6:00am  CNN and others started cutting back across the Atlantic to reporters in the South showing the incredible tornado damage done in six southern states. At one point I even saw split screen images of “the wedding and the devastation” – such contrasts!

Clue 4: Last night I took my Medicine Bundle out of hiding. It was time for the bundle to share a night on the Mother Earth. So I placed all the sacred stones and items on the land and did prayers and blessings. This morning with music of the native flute in the background, I did a short meditation and pulled some medicine cards for additional clues. Skunk-Reputation; Blue Heron-Self-Reflection; Weasel-Stealth revealed themselves. (Medicine Cards by Jamie Sams and David Carson). Reading the descriptions I took the messages/relevance shown for today.

Clue 5: Then later in the warming sun I checked the new seedlings in the garden, got my hands dirty in the soil and became aware of “dialogue in my head” moving the clues of information around to create varying story lines and revelations…..Contracts is situations, intimate connecting with strangers because of disaster, life and death, physical and material loss and spiritual rebirth.

So what is the message within all these clues! 

From Apathy to Empathy

First and foremost the human experience is bound to contrasts as a way of finding the middle ground. The goal if one could look at it this way, is to find the middle path,  the harmonious balance between the contrasts, at least for a little while. It is also in our human nature to get complacent or lost if we stay in that middle and balanced place for too long without some conscious awareness. People and situations are taken for granted, apathy can set in or creating too much action and/or anger to make change for the wrong reasons or in the wrong way.

Although there are many situations to mention I am just taking a few. At the beginning of the Iraq War, probably 97% of people had no idea it would still be going 10 years later, with no true end in sight! Unless one is in the thick of it, apathy and non-caring takes over. It is on someone else’s land. The earthquakes, tsunamis, flooding and massive destruction and loss of life in Indonesia (12/26/2004); Gulf Coast, USA (8/28/2005);  Haiti (1/12/2010); New Zealand (2/22/2011); Japan (3/11/2011)  now takes on new meaning, empathy and consciousness in this country.  Katrina hit hard and is now close to forgotten, unless you were very personally effected and still trying to get back together. The recent mid-west flooding continues as the spring snows melt. And then yesterday (4/28/2011) a massive number of tornadoes ripped through the South completely wiping out entire areas and the loss of life rises.  “It looks like a war zone!” It looks like a 3rd world country!” “Everything has completely changed!”

Now all of these people and departed souls are connected by and through the consciousness thread of Unity in Tragedy through the Uprising of Spiritual Awakening for the New World of Light Integrity Living.  Read it again if you didn’t get it the first time!  Mother Nature holds no favorites.  Even the poorest regions of the US are wealthier than many 3rd or 4th world countries.  In a split second contrasts are wiped out, taking each one to find the core of what is important, what is real, what is lasting or what is not! The physical rebuilding in all of these cases is huge. The spiritual rebuilding is even more crucial, even larger and will be the transforming force of all that comes behind. These are the lessons and these are the gifts shared.

Footing the Bill!

One of the first things that will come to the front after the initial shock has passed will be about “where is the money going to come from…..we have an economic crisis!”  Now let’s see if this country has and is ready for a new or renewed brand of politician who takes initiative for social and financial greed and change. Who will really use the insane amounts of $$$ they raise in the “name of campaigning”  for real, tangible projects instead of recycling it through select corporate boardrooms and the like.  It is time to Walk the Talk in a completely new way and no-one can immune  themselves from this movement ahead.   This type of action will get the votes they seek, guaranteed!

 Haiti – A Lesson from Mission Dollars

This trip to Haiti and the Dominican Republic in 1996 was amazing for me and I was not new to travel. I had lived in Europe for five years in my twenties, traveled the world as a Stewardess with British Airways and had my own wholesale travel company before the advent of the Internet. This trip awakened and tested my spiritual resolve, beliefs and depths. My husband and I were part of a group of eighteen clergy and lay people at the invitation of the International Department of the Mission Department of the Presbyterian Church. We were there to see how effective change was happening, if at all and how effective or not where mission monies being spent and on what types of projects. So many stories to tell….but this one was profound…..as it is about contrasts!

Black and White

Our bus pulled up in front of a new, white building with lovely landscaping. The white exterior was sparking in the sun and my first thought was “this is so out of place here!”  Our Host greeted us warmly and chatted as we toured the new clinic, wonderfully funded by several congregations in Pennsylvania. “Leave your mark in concrete” he suggested. My husband was thrilled at the opportunity. After a short stop we were scheduled to visit the pastor of a small church in another part of the town, in the bario, there would be a short service of welcome.

The church was an old, rundown, grey block square building with no doors or windows, just openings. Apart from enough seats for those present, a podium and a table, there wasn’t anything else. The pastor was pleasant and quiet. The music, besides voices, was provided by a man sitting straddling an old box speaker without the actual speaker. Just a hole with four pieces of metal nailed to it. He twanged the metal and there was music! A large Creole Haitian woman caught my eye. She was dressed in a bright dress with matching head wrap, she seemed to be someone they all respected.

The service ended, we all milled around and then started to leave. The woman came up to me as I stood alone to the side. “Viens, viens avec moi!” she asked several times. “Come with me” she was asking. Years ago I spoke really good French, although it was very out of practice, I understood her French/Creole words. I started to follow her. Tim asked where I was going and I response “I have no idea!” He joined me.

We started towards their village although this is a very questionable description to use by our standards!  Another group member, Doreen asked to join us and so we disappeared though the rabbit warren of  shacks of tin, wood, cardboard or whatever, seeing penned pigs, a chicken or two, dogs here and there. We kept going, winding further into this amazing place. Although the paths and floors of their homes were dirt, all was very orderly and clean, as though they respected what they had.

We finally came to the only block building, we entered at her request. There were two rooms. The first one had a table and two chairs, that’s all I noticed. The walls were adorned with pages from magazines, as though for decoration. We entered the second room, it was smaller, two small windows and a double bed. Don’t remember anything else. Lying on the bed was the blackest man I had ever seen! The woman’s skin was much lighter in comparison. He was delirious, he was mumbling continually. “Il est mon mari. Il est malade! ” she said He is my husband, he is sick!

That was an understatement! Just one look told you that! I was drawn to the bed and reached down to touch the man’s arm. He was on fire! His skin was swollen, spongy and boiling hot to the touch. I couldn’t image what it felt like!  “Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, je suis pret!  My God, my God, I am ready! He kept saying over and over.  His wife started talking to us and I caught on to most of what she was saying but my mind was with her husband.  I remembered the clinic and saw Red! Back to the man! I sat on the bed because it felt right. Held his hand and spoke to him because it felt right. I also felt he was so close to leaving, to dying, his body energy was shutting down.

Tim was standing next to me and Doreen next to him. The wife stood at the end of the bed. Tim was so uncomfortable yet wanting to do something. I turned as he looked at the woman and said “I know you will not understand the words I say but I would like to say a prayer for your husband!” She smiled and nodded, she did understand! In the time we held hands and Tim saying his prayer a bubble of light and power came over us. There were no other sounds, there was nothing else except the five of us. As was usual, Tim’s prayer was long winded but it was perfect, it came from the depths of his heart. He stopped talking and we just stayed there, in this bubble of light.

Suddenly noise broke the silence and voices were getting loud. Lionel, our tour leader entered and spoke to the woman. Haitian by birth, Lionel had been saved by Amnesty International many years earlier, when imprisoned in the dungeons of the Palace, the very palace we had had tea in days earlier. Fortunately, he was a living victim of Papa and Baby Doc Duvalier’s reign of terror. This trip was his first to Haiti since those days.

The woman told him her husband had been lying there for three days, he had been very sick and she was afraid he would die. Lionel asked why she had not taken him to the new clinic. She shook her head and explained. It was not for Haitians. They have no money. It is not welcoming to people like us!  I was furious as I had already figured that out. I insisted that Lionel arrange for the men to take him to the clinic. A young man working at the clinic kept saying “they know it is there, it is their fault if they don’t go!” Wrong!

Eventually the man was taken to the clinic and we went off the follow the scheduled events. I was still upset by what had happened and what I saw! No one else seemed to care!

At the end of the day we returned to the clinic to clean up before the long trip back to the hotel. On the way to the bathroom I caught sight of a man in a wheelchair with a nurse and another woman standing beside him. Slowing and straining to listen I heard “I don’t know why they brought him here, there is nothing wrong!” I looked again, it was the same man but he looked completely different. I tried not to show surprise.

Minutes later after looking for Tim I made my way back to the bus, through the garden. In front of me was the nurse pushing the wheelchair. They stopped in front of Doreen and the young man from earlier. As I walked by, I stopped, touched the man’s arm and asked “Vous etre bien maintenant!” Big eyes looked up at me and a smile shone through. He gave a slight node and I kept walking.

Two nights later, our last night and we all gathered for a debriefing and celebration. Going around the table everyone had a chance to share something of their journey. It was Doreen’s turn. She shared and then just as she finished she turned to me, smiled and told the group there was something further she needed to say.  Giving a brief outline to remind all of the time she was referencing.

Looking directly at me she began “I have something to tell you that you need to know. When we were standing on the path you spoke to the man and then walked off…..he turned to us and with a smile said “Elle a ete mon ange” She was my angel! “(excuse not having the correct accents)

I was moved to tears, humbled and knew it had all played out for many reasons. The good intentions of mission monies and how they are spent often miss the mark completely and are for the givers to feel good rather than to completely benefit the receivers. The clinic, so pristine and perfect was an “unwelcoming white elephant” in the small community. The staff couldn’t understand why people they knew were sick would not go there. After this instance I did hear “through the grapevine” there had been changes and staff were now working to make the clinic an open and welcoming place for everyone, not just those who fit the right profile.

The contrast came in the meeting of the black man and a white woman innocently becoming the light of awakening where color, possessions, culture and financial status  had absolutely no power or place.

As you reflect on our world, there is much for us to do!


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