Morning Coffee

I was up before the first bird began to sing the sun awake this morning. In the quiet before the rest of the world gets going, I brewed my cup of coffee and came here, feeling the need to write something. Now I wait for inspiration to come.

Something’s coming. I can feel it when I quiet myself. There is an undercurrent of restlessness that moves beneath the surface. I cannot tell whether this is anticipation or anxiety. Seems only the passage of time will show me which it is.

What do you do when you are picking something up on your radar? Do you lean into it or ignore it? I would encourage you to lean into it. Engaging your subtle senses will strengthen them, and will help you become more aware of when – as Obi-Wan said – there is a disturbance in the Force.

It’s also helpful to note that this nebulous sense is either personal or something up in the collective consciousness. If you lean in and explore the feeling, you will be able to determine which it is. This can help you handle whatever is headed your way. If it’s personal, you are prepared. If it’s something in the collective, you are prepared.

This feels to me like something’s happening in the collective. I took a moment to explore what’s up in the world of crop circles of late, and came across a recent formation that appeared in late May of this year:

Vesica Piscis

It resembles a Vesica Piscis, a pointed oval figure resulting from the intersection of two circles. The Vesica Piscis predates all major religions. The supreme being is often represented by a sphere, wholeness. The addition of a second sphere represents unity expanding into duality. Where the two spheres overlap, the Vesica Piscis is formed and represents the joining of the God and Goddess to create an offspring. As the basic motif in the Flower of Life, it also is a symbol of the vagina of the feminine goddess. This is also the symbol for Jesus Christ, and is the source of immense power and energy.

A Vesica Piscis is the geometric image through which Light is created.

In 1996, a Vesica Piscis crop circle appeared at Asbury in England. In retrospect, I feel it sends a message about the beginning of a germination process. The center shows a circular shape, a seeding, perhaps?:

The most recent crop circle is more detailed, and one can imagine that something, or someone, is being born. Notice the figure in the center, radiating Light:

The image brings to mind the Hourglass Nebula as photographed by Hubble:

Notice the pointed oval shape where the two circles intersect and the Light bursting forth from the center. A Vesica Piscis represents in a general sense a womb or a GATEWAY between orders of being and is a doorway between worlds.

Remember the axiom ‘As above, so below.’ and apply it here. I want to add an expanded image of the newest crop circle:

The Vesica Piscis image (to the left in the photo) with the light-filled figure emerging from the center appeared on a hill across from the Cerne Abbas Giant, (seen on the far right) a male figure near the village of Cerne Abbas in Dorsett, England. The figure is a large  turf-cut outline filled with chalk depicting a naked man with an erection carrying a club. (I remember that we’ve been told  there would be handwriting on the wall, and that those who have eyes will see.)

I see a message of hope here. I see a message that speaks to the imminent delivery of Light to this planet through the doorway between the dimensions. The God and the Goddess have joined their energies and the delivery is underway.

Is the disturbance in the Force a sign of something wonderful? Remember the birthing process is messy, but the outcome is always beautiful. We are the midwives. Time to roll up our sleeves.

The coffee cup’s been empty for a while, but once I got started, I had to finish it. Until next time, don’t forget to lean into those promptings from Spirit.

A human being is a part of the whole called by us (the) universe. ~A. Einstein

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Morning Coffee – 2017

As the rain pours down outside, I greet this day with a delightful cup of coffee. I haven’t shared a cup with you for quite some time. Pull up a chair. Pour yourself a cup. Let’s talk awhile.

So when was the last time you actually sat across from another human being in a focused way and had a conversation that didn’t involve your thumbs?

Can you remember the most recent time you listened with your full attention to someone share something with you?

I’ve noticed that people can’t be without their ‘phones’ even for a few short hours. Even when in a class, I often see a subtle checking of the phone. I don’t like the ubiquitous presence of these electronic attention-grabbers. It takes the person out of the present moment, and according to all the wisdom teachings, the present moment is the place of true power.

The power to change our past, our futures, individually and collectively. But we’re too busy checking our emails.

Recent research shows, and some programmers that are ‘in the know’, have begun to speak up about how our devices are being engineered to capture our attention. Our basic human instincts are being used against us, to cause us to become addicted to our electronic devices.

I’m beginning to be concerned that the newest form of slavery has invisible chains. How is this going to change the trajectory of the collective? That remains to be seen. The one thing I hang my hopes on is the power of our free will to choose what we will and will not allow in our lives.

I long for the days when the phones were tethered to the walls of our homes, and if you wanted to make a call when you were away from home, you had to find a ‘phone booth’.

When is the last time you saw one of these? They have virtually disappeared from the landscape, and nobody even seems to have noticed.

Think about it: if you needed to make a call, you actually had to stop what you were doing, and make that call. You didn’t have the ability to walk down the street and make a call. You had to pay attention to what you were doing in the moment. You had to fish for coins, find the number, dial the number, wait for the other party to answer, have your conversation, and then hang up before you continued on with your day.

Now you shoot them a quick text and wait for the ping of your phone to let you know they’ve responded. So, how present are you, anyway? So much is lost in written communication. Where is the voice inflection? The expression on the speaker’s face? Their body language is also an important part of the process. It’s ironic to me that despite our increased ability to stay connected, we are actually more disconnected from each other than ever.

Since when is it inspired advice to have a ‘family dinner’ one night a week? When did dinners around the table complete with conversation about our day go the way of the phone booth?

Our awareness has been shrinking of late, not expanding. I encourage you to spend a day, yes a day, without your phone. Turn it off. Leave it home. Notice your physiological responses. Notice how many times you reach for it to check your ‘messages’ and perhaps you will begin to understand how ‘dependent’ you’ve become. Then ask yourself if it truly benefits you to be constantly ‘connected’ in that way.

The next time you meet someone for lunch or a cup of coffee, why don’t you both turn off your phones and spend the time fully engaged with another human being? They are worth your attention. You are worth your attention.

Well, my friends, the coffee cup is empty, and it’s time for me to go about my day. Thanks for sitting with me. Thanks for listening.

All original material is (c) 2017, Julia Marie. All rights reserved.

Indifference and neglect often do more damage than outright dislike. ~ JK Rowling

Morning Coffee – Archetypal Patterns

Cafe_ViennoisTime for a warm, frothy cup. There is a chill in the air this morning, and the heat of the coffee in my cup warms my fingers.   I was speaking with someone yesterday, scheduling an appointment. In the course of the conversation, the person said: ‘But aren’t you going to be spending Wednesday (the day before Thanksgiving) cooking for everyone?’

I replied that my family was on the West Coast, so no, I would not be busy at the stove that day, and then finished our conversation.

When I woke up this morning, I found myself still thinking about this exchange. Archetypal patterns are created and sustained by the mass consciousness. This one is a relatively new one, I suspect, as Thanksgiving is a ‘holiday’ that is only a couple of centuries old. Do old archetypal patterns just fade away, to be replaced with the new ones, or are they layered one on top of the other? That is the question I will be pondering today.

As humans, our lives are influenced by these patterns whether we realize it or not. When we dream, we work with these patterns. We live our lives according to these patterns. Are you a hero? A goddess? A poet or mystic? A victim or a visionary? All of these are archetypal patterns, expressed in how we choose to live our lives, and manifesting in various ways in our dreams.

How can we change our world? By actively working with the archetypal patterns that form the matrix of our collective consciousness. The archetypes cannot change, but as humans, we can. The archetypes are dependent upon us to do the work to bring new patterns of awareness to the collective. If it is so easy to create a new pattern such as the one that manifested in the conversation with this person, then we can create a new world for ourselves. First step: becoming conscious that we have this ability.

Cup’s empty, so that’s the end of my random ramblings for today. Thanks for stopping by.

Jung was absolutely right. We are occupied by gods.                               ~Michael Ondaatj

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Morning Coffee – What If…

EinspaennerI’m feeling like a frothy, foamy, layered cup of cool coffee on this early summer morning. No, really. I am feeling like a layered cup of coffee today. I came here intending to write some more about my adventures with crow and bear, and find myself wondering “what if…”

Since I am a creature who follows the energy in the moment, I guess it’s a ‘cup’ today, and more of the story next time.

People on the spiritual path speak about how we are all connected, and yet walk around with their faces glued to their phones or other mobile devices. How is this connecting to anything except the electronic ‘web’? I do want to point out here that a web is something designed to ensnare something that will become something else’ dinner.

I for one do not intend to be food for another consciousness. To that end, I have dramatically scaled back my internet interaction.

I will admit, there is a part of me that feels I am missing out, but am I, really?

So now the question du jour: “What if?” What will the world do if the plug gets pulled and there is no more net? How will we entertain ourselves? Maybe all this shamanic journeying has gotten me thinking about the basics.

220px-Caveman_5I keep having flashes of people gathered around a fire, maybe inside a cave or a small shelter. It is deep night, and people are feeling the need to seek the comfort of others like themselves. They are feeling the need to be in community with one another, to interact with each other. It helps them get through the night, to celebrate making it through another day.

The most popular person in the circle is the Story Teller. Through the magic of story-telling, the darkness recedes. Imagination sparks, and the night doesn’t seem so long, so dark, so foreboding. Lessons are woven into the story, and the more vibrant the characters, the more popular the story-teller.

So. What if the lights went out tomorrow? What would you do to help others make it through the long, dark nights? Can you tell a good story? Maybe spend some of that time online learning some good ones. You never know when you might need them.

Cup’s empty. Thanks for spending some time here.

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Morning Coffee – It’s Story Time

I am in a story telling mood today, and perhaps that’s because I spent a week in the presence of someone who loves a good story. As an aside, I learned much about how to tell a better story. I have a lot of work to do. Hopefully, one cup of coffee will take you through this tale from my early days.

A Crow Funeral

I was reminded of this experience last week when crow and raven were so prevalent in the room during the workshop, so I thought I’d tell you about the first time I ever heard words from an animal. Add to this the sad fact the animal’s body was no longer breathing.

When I was first awakened, the things I experienced freaked me out some times. This was definitely one of those times, because I didn’t have the consciousness to perceive the wonder and beauty of what I encountered. That came later.

CrowbywaterI walked the same route to the Post Office every day. It gave me exercise, and some time outdoors to breathe fresh air, to feel the sun on my face, to smell the scents on the wind (although most times, that was car exhaust). This day, I noticed a crow lying dead by the curb in the gutter. I glanced over, and was startled when I clearly heard the words : “Pick me up.”

“EEEwwwwwww!” was my immediate response, then the thought came that I had just responded to a dead crow. I kept on walking, and ignored the pleas I heard on the return trip.

The next day, the crow was still there. I thought that by now, a cat or some other scavenger would have carried it off. No such luck. I now understand that it was for purpose that the crow’s body was still there, that something greater than ordinary consciousness was in play here. Again, I heard the crow (still dead, mind you) beseeching me to pick it up from the gutter. I heard additional reasons why I needed to take action: “I do not want to continue to lie here in the gutter. Please don’t leave me here in disgrace like a piece of refuse. I deserve a proper burial.”

I was all in at this point. What the heck, I was hearing a dead crow speak. Might as well answer. I mentally told the crow (still dead) that if it was still there in the morning (which would be the morning of the third day), I would do something about its plight.

The morning of the third day came. I walked to the Post Office. The crow was still there, and I swear I could feel a strong sense of “waiting” energy. Silence. No words in my head as I walked by. But I had made a promise, despite the fact that I’d made it to a dead crow. I do my best to keep my word.

I went back to the house after I picked up the mail and fetched some plastic bags and rubber gloves. I also located my collapsible shovel because there was no way I was just going to throw the crow in the trash. I now have the overwhelming impulse to give this crow a proper burial, and that would require digging a hole in my back yard somewhere.

crowsonabranchI gently placed the remains of the crow into the bag, and carried the body to my back yard. I figured at this point I might as well ask where it would like to be buried. I was totally surprised when it immediately responded by pointing my attention to a specific spot that would get both sun and shade throughout the day.

I dug the hole there, and rolled the body from the plastic bag into the waiting earth. I declare, I heard a sigh from this deceased crow as the body made contact with the dirt. And then I heard the most extraordinary thing. This crow told me I could take any part of its body as a gift for this act of kindness.

My immediate response was: “EEEwwwww! No, you keep it all.”

I didn’t know what an honor this was. I refused the gift.  No, you keep all your parts,  I thought. As I covered the bird up, blanketing the body with the earth I’d removed to make room for the crow, I suddenly became aware of a rustling, and some soft cawing from above and behind me. There were trees in my back yard. With the awareness came the sensation of a rush of goose bumps. (I didn’t recognize it as “Truth bumps” at the time, but now understand that is what they were.)

crowsinthetreesSlowly, I turned. Another wave of intense energy rolled through me as I gazed upon hundreds of crows gathered in the trees, like blue-black baubles amidst the verdant green of the leaves. It took my breath away, and I knew in that moment I was participating in a crow funeral. Literally. All these Crow Relations had come to say good-bye to their brother, their friend.

Weird, but I could feel their collective appreciation for the simple act I’d performed. I also had the sense I carried crow medicine now, despite my refusal to take any physical parts from the bird I’d buried.

It was many years later, and in a different state entirely, before I finally accepted the gift of Crow Medicine from the Crow Nation. But that is a story for another day.

Time to get busy. Now go out and have a wonder-filled day. I know I will.

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