Morning Coffee

275px-A_small_cup_of_coffeeIt’s been a long time since I shared a morning cup. Life does tend to have its cycles, and seems it’s time for more coffee!

As I continue to walk my path with Spirit, I’ve noticed there is more falling away of the material side of my life. I don’t miss it. I still have things in my space that don’t uplift my spirit, so it’s a work in progress. My goal is to only see beauty or utility wherever I look.

As I sift through the layers of my life, I find myself holding on to the reminders of dear friends and loved ones, most of whom I am no longer connected to. They come alive when I read their words, and they live again in my memory. I am grateful for the light they brought to my life. I am grateful there are people on this planet who could see me.

So what is the message for today as you set out? Take a moment to reflect upon the people who have crossed your path that perhaps you aren’t in touch with any more. Focus on the ones who responded to the goodness, the light within you, or the ones who recognized your potential. Call up a memory of your time with them, and raise a cup in gratitude, for they reflected your beautiful nature back at you so that you could see yourself more clearly.

Thanks for taking a moment to sit with me.

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed.                                                      ~Carl Gustav Jung

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New Year, New Beginnings

The celebrations have already begun. In Australia and New Zealand, the welcome of 2019 is underway.

I have been silent on this platform for most of 2017, but I began to feel the impulse to post articles here a few weeks ago. What better time than this to open the door to inspiration?

One of the benefits of time markers for the human mind is the opportunity to start anew at the ending of each cycle. The energy that marks the end of one year and the beginning of another provides the perfect doorway through which we can step if we choose. Then all it takes is consistency and follow through to establish that new pattern.

I’m taking advantage of the momentum to allocate time to write here, and to reorganize certain other areas of my life to bring more overall balance to it. I want to encourage you to take a moment to contemplate where in your life you would like to make an adjustment that will bring you more satisfaction, more joy, more balance in the coming year. Choose just one thing. Then start tomorrow to make that change.

Happy New Year. Joyous New Beginnings.

Never underestimate the power you have to take your life in a new direction.                                                                                                      ~ Germany Kent

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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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Companions I’ve Met Along the Way

Meeting Solomon, ‘Getting’ Charlie

I don’t often get a clear name from Spirit. When I do, I pay attention. During a group meditation exercise one day, a tall man with a fierce look on his face appeared before me. I quickly became aware of sensations in my forehead, throat, chest and diaphragm areas. Energy seemed to be swirling and pulsing in those areas. I knew the being standing before me was responsible for those sensations.

solomoncolordrawingI had the feeling that his appearance was an important part of my next step on my spiritual journey.  I have felt for months now that I am in the midst of what can only be called another initiation. (It feels like a rite of passage, and I am at the time in my life where that makes some sense. ‘Initiation’ means ‘to introduce into the knowledge of some art or subject.’)

Solomon made his presence known in my life and my energy field for a specific purpose, perhaps to lend assistance to my Guide Team and to support my transition into this next phase of my life. I am grateful for, and humbled by, his willingness to lend his energy to my mission.

I’ve not felt his presence this powerfully since then, but I am aware of him with me now.

Who is Solomon? I suspect he is my Alchemist, perhaps requested by my Chemist. I don’t know the name of my Chemist – the guide responsible for the balance of the physical body and its systems, but the Alchemist would be in charge of the shifting and changing of the subtle bodies to assist in tolerating the increasing vibrations occuring on the planet.

In the past few years, I’ve also come to understand who Charlie is, and how he helps me move through life.

I have to take a moment to go back to when my re-awakening happened almost 30 years ago. As I sat in my living room confused, scared, and at my wit’s end as to what was happening to me and to my carefully scripted out life, I became aware of this short-statured, gnome-like person who would appear and make faces at me, or would roll around the living room trying to make me laugh. He would show up on the front of my car pretending to be a hood ornament and pose in outrageous ways just to get me to smile.

charliedrawing3I was very serious those first years, and had no one to talk to about what was happening to me. I only had Spirit to trust, to talk to. When I finally had the thought to ask this being why he kept showing up, his response was quick, short and clear: ‘Lighten UP!’ he said, and with the words came the impression that by my taking things so seriously, I was keeping my vibration from shifting in the direction it needed to. Oh. I get it. After this, whenever he showed up, I knew it was a reminder for me to not take things so to heart that I allowed my vibration to slow too much.

Fast forward to this year, and a repeated message in the form of the name ‘Charlie’. The image that appeared just after Solomon made his presence known to me in that meditation in July turns out to be of one of my inner circle of guides: Charlie. He is the one who has spent so much time and energy helping me keep my (energetic) chin up, especially when the going gets tough.

The most important thing I’ve learned  through understanding more about my guides is that it really is true: I am, we are, never alone. We come into this incarnation with our own private entourage, posse, group of guides, companions, call them what you are most comfortable with. The critical thing is to learn to recognize their presence and learn to work with them to help you. The single best practice you can adopt is to call on your guides to help you! They stand, waiting and listening, for us.

We all have a better guide in ourselves if we would attend to it, than any other person.   ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

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Ancient Tears Finally Shed

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I recently offered a Past Life workshop, and it got me thinking about a profound experience I had during a regression session I participated in as part of my in-residence training for certification as a Past Life Regressionist some years ago. I was astounded by the depth of the feelings that coursed through me as I was regressed, and I was both the man in that past life and my current female self at the same moment. My consciousness was bridging tens of thousands of years, and I had some unfinished business to attend to.

071018-neanderthals-02My study partner and I had prepared for the final exam: a live regression in front of the teacher and the other members of the class. I regressed him, and all went smoothly. “Piece of cake,” I thought. Then it was my turn on the table. I made myself comfortable, and my partner began the past life regression all the class members had practiced on each other for the week.

Following the soothing tones of his voice, I soon found myself in the middle of an intense experience I will remember for the rest of my life. The thing that surprised me was, while I was having the past life experience, my present-life physical body was actually involved as well.

I am a stocky, powerfully built man, and I am running full-out with a few other men I knew to be hunters of my tribe in pursuit of a large predator animal. It wasn’t until, as if from across time and space, I heard my partner ask me what I was pursuing.  Between the inhalations of my screaming lungs, I grunted out the word ‘tiger’. My present-day self was shocked. I am an ancient man pursuing a sabre-toothed tiger!

I am intensely focused on my target. Every time my regression partner tried to move me down the time track of this life (he just wanted to complete the assignment, poor guy), I seemed stuck in this moment of chasing down the tiger. I had the sense we had been in pursuit for many days, but now had come within striking distance of the animal and there was no way I was not going to finish the job. Not now.

Lying on the table in front of the other students and the instructor,  I was aware I was breathing as if I were actually running, but I could not slow my breathing down. My partner kept trying to move me forward. I kept chasing the tiger, unwilling to let go of the moment, but not yet understanding why.

Somehow, he managed to shift me a bit forward within the experience, to the point where we’d managed to kill the tiger, by saying,  “The tiger is dead. Now what is happening?”

I don’t remember whether I verbally responded, or whether I just had the understanding that I was the leader of this group of people, and the tiger had discovered that small children are easy, tasty prey. One of the children killed by the tiger was my son. I swore to hunt the hunter and kill it after this happened. I set out after the beast with two, maybe three, other hunters from the tribe.

We tracked the sabre tooth for days before we finally got the opportunity to kill the thing that had been decimating our numbers. I took the teeth and made them into a necklace I wore in memory of my son until I died.

As I remembered the reason why we were chasing the tiger, I had a powerful physical response in my current body again, only this time I began to weep. The sobs seemed to come from deep inside me, and again, I didn’t seem to have any control over them.

My poor regression partner probably wanted to kill me at this point. He’d just gotten the situation under control, and here I was again, making his final exam difficult. It took him a couple of tries, but once more, he was able to move me out of that place of – what I understood as I wept the unshed tears from millennia before – deep grief and unexpressed sorrow.

As leader of the tribe, to display sadness was to show weakness. The leader could be challenged at the barest hint of indecision. I could not give myself the chance to grieve the loss of my only son, and  killing the tiger – though it brought some measure of satisfaction – did not clear the sadness from the cells of my body, nor from the essence of my soul.

Unknowingly, I carried those unshed tears across time until, finally and unexpectedly, I was given the chance to express them.

The regression was a powerful experience that demonstrated to me the truth that we can run, or even reincarnate, but we cannot escape our past. The intense, important things we experience must be expressed, or we will carry them in our energy field until we do, no matter how long it takes, even if it is lifetimes.

There is powerful healing available for those who seek it. Past life regression is one of the ways we can find peace, even when we are not looking for it.

neandertalmaleAll original material posted to this site is (c) 2016- Julia Marie. All rights reserved.

The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.                                                                                                     ~Marcel Proust