Why Hope

I speak to all manner of interesting people. Although I will be the first to admit that it’s not easy to offer love to all, that doesn’t mean I don’t try. I have also learned many new things and had beautiful experiences with brilliant healers and teachers, who have been easy to love. 

The last two years have been so full of growth and healing on the inner landscape that I haven’t emerged for a while. This cocoon is starting to feel slightly restrictive, so it’s time to share. I am writing this now to share the vision.

There’s a question that keeps clearly ringing in my head. It is in my heart and surely etched into my soul: What is to become of this? How do we heal?

I know how easy it is to feel the rampant fear, confusion, and pain of every soul on this planet and even the Earth herself. It is all that anyone can focus on. It becomes this insurmountable mountain range of torrential dread. Not only do we not want to own it, but we also don’t want to acknowledge its existence. 

Our future lies within the hope that we can look at it and see that it is not insurmountable. That there is beauty just behind the veil. We hope there is a wonderful future ahead of us. As odd as it sounds, there’s a profound need to look at the pain and devastation and imagine it full of peace and joy. We must believe we are the destructive, voracious caterpillar becoming the mature butterfly. We need to start by blaming no one. It is no one’s fault or everyone’s fault. That is the nature of forgiveness and connectivity with the underscore of a bit of quantum entanglement. 

There are no accidents. This entire universe is based upon our ability to observe it. If we observe an insurmountable pile of heinous bullshit that no one will survive, then that is what is truly there. That is what was determined to be. Every particle in the universe aligned itself to make it so. None of the happy moments you experienced would have existed without the timeline of choices and circumstances that led to it. When you trade space in your heart for anything but unconditional love, that thing will come to be if it does not already exist. When we forgive the existence of fear, we can open to hope.

If I were a physicist, I would describe hope as the theory of everything. Our ability to hope for the best must begin to overcome our fear of the worst. When I think of humanity, my mind immediately plays the scene in which Harry Potter bought his wand. We are capable of great and terrible things. However, most people are neither great nor terrible. So when did we give up hope that people are naturally good, that forgiveness is easy, and that we are destined for beauty? You’re missing much of the picture if you’re looking out of a dirty window. We have to carry the presence of hope and forgiveness with us in every minute. They leave the door open for life and love. Your perspective is the one common denominator to everything that makes you give up hope.

Let hope be your compass, guiding you through the uncertainties of life. Don’t let the walls of fear and doubt you’ve built around yourself keep you from living fully. Safety is an illusion, but hope is real. Let it lead you, and live in hope. Before you know it, hope will become faith.

Soul Song

I’ve had the same song stuck in my head for three days. I look to the universe, ask my questions… and the music plays on. The frequencies in my ears rise and fall like eternal and ever-embracing waves. I smile knowingly, yet I do not know what I know… oh, but I know. The way this beautiful place is designed is strange. The Divinity of the All has come to me in the oddest places, and I find it utterly laughable that I am still happily surprised. I constantly feel as though I am a part of the joke. 

Last week brought my physical reality of work to a halt. The ascension symptoms simply became overwhelming, and I knew that hibernation was coming. I awoke Wednesday morning and went about my day. I’ve been trying to accomplish a new type of reading—one that speaks of the soul’s journey and looks at why we are here. Deep questions, with simple answers…. ‘To ascend, my dear’. 

I’m calling them the Soul Song readings. The first four will be out this weekend. The next four, the following weekend (hopefully), and so on.  I’ve acquired a new oracle deck that has had a profound and thunderous impact on me. I combined them with a strange, beautiful deck called the 72 Angels and a simple tarot spread. The readings are deep and challenging to interpret, to put it simply. I have accomplished four of them. 

My days begin simply in meditation with my beautiful moss agate pendulum. I use it to check in on my chakras, balance, restore, and align. It’s a practice that I’ve been doing for about a month. I found that regularly, I was doing Sacral chakra work. I will explain this process to those who wish to give it a swing at the end of the blog. Wednesday morning was the same process. I accomplished the four readings I’d set as my task for the day and felt very drained. Almost as soon as they were done, I put on my headphones and took a two-hour-long nap. Once I awoke, I got the necessities accomplished and went back to bed. Thursday, I woke exhausted; the energy running up and down my body, primarily in my feet and hands, had made a full night’s sleep arduous. Violet flames filled my vision when I closed my eyes, and I knew I was receiving the healing required to move forward. 

Thursday, I awoke exhausted. It was a rare day when I had several hours alone. I drank my water and attempted my coffee. Ultimately, I just couldn’t. I accepted that I would only put out those four readings this weekend and sat down to meditate. I went through the usual ritual. As I focused on my Sacral chakra, the pendulum seemed to take on a new life. Its swing was determined and strong. I could feel every tingle and vibration that had beset me in the last twelve hours working through my entire soma. I let my focus soften and mumbled my hushed gratitude for the blessing and healing I received as the pendulum’s swing slowed to a standstill. Its tip fell into the palm of my hand, and I burst into tears. What felt like years of torrents poured from my eyes. So many things rushed through my head, flashes of this moment, and that instantly flooded through my nervous system, and I let go. 

The storm rose and then quieted enough for me to shower. Once I had showered, I laid down and let the rest of my healing set in with theta entrainment.  One word came from all of it, “Truth”. I had embraced the spirit of Aletheia. It was so pure and profound. It requires nothing but acceptance and surrender. Download complete, please commence with assimilation. 

So ponder this, what is Divine Truth?

Chakra Work with a Pendulum

Sit comfortably, back straight, holding your pendulum in your right hand over your left palm. Give it a good swing to clear the energy, and then ask it to show you yes. Followed by showing you no. After several breaths and finding your ‘zen space,’ ask the pendulum if your Root chakra is aligned, balanced, and open. Repeat the question until you have an answer. Focus only on the question. I always thank my pendulum after the answer before I move on to the next chakra. Follow the same protocol for the Sacral, Solar Plexus, Heart, Throat, Third Eye, and Crown. Note your answers. Once you’ve reviewed your questions, return to your no’s. Focusing on the area, envisioning the color accompanying the chakra, ask your pendulum to open, heal, and align the chakra. Let the pendulum swing of its own accord (remaining in the right hand over the left). Once the pendulum falls still, move on to the next chakra. 

Please keep in mind that healing requires water, rest, and grounding. Be gentle with yourself in the days that follow. Journal, cry… whatever is required. Let healing be your truth, and let it guide you. Much love to you and blessings on your journey.