Blessings in Disguise

I don’t wear a face mask. At first, I wore a purple bandanna over my nose. Recently though, I began to wear a lace mantilla, the kind worn by women decades ago when they were forced to cover their hair in church. I found it quite fitting to transform both the symbol of oppression imposed on women to cover their hair and the symbol of silencing voice with the cloth face masks. I choose to wear lace instead.

So I went out, to a garden center and to the grocery store. I could easily smell the lavender I bought through my mask. How wonderful that was! It was so freeing. I wondered why I hadn’t thought of this several weeks ago. I smiled from behind my lace and people could see my smile. I blessed others with my eyes and smile as I walked peacefully through the stores.

In contrast, my spouse shaved his beard and stoically wears an industrial grade filter mask with 95 stamped on it. He told me what I was wearing was blocking absolutely nothing.

I completely agreed. My lace mask isn’t blocking me from blessing others. It isn’t blocking me from expressing my humanity, from smiling and talking and smelling the flowers. When I wear it, I feel as though I am donning on my super power outfit, empowered and powerful, like a masked cape crusader. With the lace, I can help heal the world.

Anticipation

For some time now, I have felt a growing sense of anticipation. It reminds me of being a child and waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve. Something big is in the air. It is palpable. I feel it, sense it, and can almost taste it like homemade fresh churned ice cream. I can hardly contain myself.

I feel as my entire life I have waited for this point in time. Centuries of wars, violence, and suffering are ending. That is a paragraph that stands alone.

I woke up at 3:30am today feeling electric energy racing through me and my hands both quite warm. I was wide awake as though there was a light switch cord in my head and it was abruptly switched on. I sat up in bed and attempted to meditate to disperse the energy but I was too wired (perhaps literally) for that. I tossed and turned and tried to go back to sleep, adjusting my pillow and covers in the attempt to relax and get a few more hours of shut eye. One of my cats pressed strongly into my side, vibrating and purring loudly. He clearly was enjoying the moment.

At 4:30am I decided to check the Schumann Resonance as I normally can calm down with meditation, breathing exercises, or laying down. But the Amplitude of the Schumann Resonance was peaking to 110 which is the highest I have seen in my life.

Something big is definitely happening. It feels to me like these are the first waves of the Shift. The waves are building. Exciting times are ahead!

Duality

It is so easy to love kittens and puppies and fresh cut flowers. It is much more difficult, at least for me, to love that which I use to define who I am not. I remember early childhood games of cowboys and Indians. I always had to play the part of one of the Indians, where thee best thing going was running around making woo-woo sounds with a palm to my mouth. The cowboys always won with their cap guns.

That was one of my first lessons in duality. Cowboys were good; Indians were bad. It didn’t matter that I loved Native American (now referred to as First Nation) culture, their respect for nature, the jewelry, and their dance. I had a pair of moccasins which I wore until I made big holes both underneath and in the toes. I didn’t understand the whole cowboy and Indian fight, and even why they couldn’t just get along and live in separate villages if they needed to do so, and come together to trade or for Thanksgiving celebrations.

I am having to retrain my mind from several decades of self-talk, indoctrination, and culture. It is very easy to judge and say that person is right, or that person is wrong. I stopped watching the mainstream media over three years ago because it was so full of finger pointing. The whole newspaper even from the front page through the sports section were filled with winners and losers, good guys vs. bad guys. I ended up just reading the comics but those too often had themes of duality now and then.

Recently I have been working through my mind the concept of us and them instead of us versus them. We are all in this together. It’s not us versus nature, where a pristine forest is viewed as “undeveloped” and therefore ripe for a new urban sprawl cluster of homes to be planted. Rather, we are in an era of balance and harmony, living with nature and animals and letting them be our teachers. This was something the First Nations people understood.

I’ve never had difficulty loving nature or animals. I am one who loves to walk by myself in the woods, find a rock, and sit there for as long as my bum will tolerate the hard surface. There have been a number of times when I went outside on a clear night and just laid down in the damp grass full of dew and just stared at the stars. It’s difficult for me to think about good guys and bad guys, or those who are right or wrong when I’m laying on my back staring at the stars. That all somehow seems so much less significant when I stare at the vastness of space.

Where I have difficulty is in loving those who hurt little children. My mama bear instinct wants to protect the little ones and lash out at those who would abuse, torture, or do other unmentionable things void of love. I am trying to digest the belief that it is OK to condemn actions, but to love the individual. Everyone is divinely perfect and innocent. It is their actions which are to be judged, but not the individual.

I found the only way I can move into the space to love these individuals is to see them as little children inside of adult bodies, broken, scared, and feeling powerless. I then look with my mind for a tiny spark of God’s love within them, which for many of them is a very tiny spark, delicate and almost to the point of being snuffed out with little more than a tiny breath. When I set aside their actions and focus on the spark of God within them, inside their small child bodies, I can very slowly shift to love the person. I have to admit that this is difficult and I need to practice this often because as I said at the beginnin of this post, I have had decades to practice duality.