Road kill, Real estate & Breaking the rules in church

Yesterday my husband and took a little trip. On the way to my out of town appointment to open my mouth for someone who will not judge my choices and has the expertise of both east and west, we saw the funniest thing: a hyper traditional little white church, high narrow steeple included that looked like it stepped out of the definition of “protestant,” and had been converted into a real estate business. They literally sold out! To real estate. I am not judging because when I was pregnant with my son, I spent my time hopelessly trying to reform a Presbyterian church. They took one of my suggestions for signage that might appeal to new people after I left. I do not know what has become of their community. Perhaps they are now sharing with a Korean church, or joining together with a healthy non-profit to space share. The Methodist church where I met my husband is now closed. At the time I met him, it was easy to spot the only semi-eligible bachelor in the room: he and his girlfriend, along with a Philipino family were the only ones besides me and my at the time husband who didn’t have white hair. After first husband and I split up, the Philipino family told on my current husband and me to the Pastor for flirting before my divorce was legal. But in the end it worked out good for their family because my now husband’s then girlfriend ended up marrying the single guy in their family and having kids with him, so I really think they shouldn’t have been so bothered about our grave sin of smiling at each other and sitting on the same bench. It wasn’t uncle Sam’s business what I did in my bedroom, one way or another. But as it happens, at the time we were booted from the worship time for our sinful behavior, we weren’t doing anything worthy of a pg 13 rating. Like you should have to be older to watch Frozen than any of what was actually going on. The pastor actually sided with us, and eventually that pastors wife who was also a pastor married us spiritually in her home, so that we could get on with our lives, Uncle Sam be damned. Speaking of which, I saw a great bumper sticker in a lot yesterday: “I love my country, but I fear my government.” My first thought was, how can I turn this into a positive, powerful intent: “I am co-creating a world with authentic leadership that honors and uplifts the sovereignty of all and facilitates living in harmony with Mother Earth freely, with a sense of deep underlying unity, gratitude and peace that blossoms from within and touches everything, leading to ever expanding ripples of positivity, joy, connection and abundance for all. I am co-creating a world with authentic leadership that honors and uplifts the sovereignty of all, and facilitates harmony and freedom, peacefully.

Additionally, perhaps on a little lower vibration, thought about Whitney Webb’s book, which I haven’t got very far in yet because it is literally a web to read through all the historical interconnections between the very corrupt in various sectors of civil, religious, military and covert intel/mob and…interestingly enough, real estate intersected in ways that are far more concerning to any moral human being than me and my now husband of twenty, almost twenty one years flirting before my divorce was legalized. So there’s the church that has become a real estate business, and it’s the perfect physical metaphor. Yesterday I was telling

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that my garden is both a metaphor and a literal place, where all people of genuine goodwill are welcome, regardless of where they fall on the political spectrum, or if they have, as I have, simply fallen off it and are birthing a new world focused more on the energetic and on seeding common sense ideas that have the potential to generate grassroots all way win solutions than in arguing over which terribly corrupt side is worse than the other, is both a metaphor and a physical. This is normal for me, to have things arise in my physical reality that metaphor what is going on either in my personal or in the collective. It’s not always one to one, but synchronous stuff like this happens all the time. If we are dreaming while waking, or increasingly wakeful dreaming, it makes sense, doesn’t it? Our whole lives are filled with symbolic meaning. Because they are dreams.

I was looking up Yogananda’s last lecture, and I came across these recordings. Check them out here. The first one is both amusing and dark and light. In it Yogananda talks about going to the movies and how he can see the laser is projecting the images, including both the villains and the heroes, and yet nobody really dies. He talks directly about the suffering and violence in the world and how at the end of the day, it is the same, only people in general don’t know it. One of my favorite teachers, Kaia Ra, who is the author of The Sophia Code also talks about how one of the most important things we can do to break free from suffering is to realize that however valid and valuable our experiences within form are, it is still an illusion. This can help us lighten our hold on things and also make our world more malleable to upgrading through the power of our intention and our embodied practices of vibration, of being and of connecting with others doing the same until the old dark paradigm melts out. This is of course, my paraphrase.

On the road we saw more carcasses than I would have liked to have seen, but also our way was clear. We saw a particularly disturbing sign that said, ‘Happily ever afters for complex heart conditions,” and showed a child in a twilight zone amber toned field with a stuffed teddy bear. These are the terrains we are passing through. We must have compassion for all, and for ourselves. Yet, we continued on and were untouched, being able to accomplish the goal of the trip and have a wonderful stop by Hop, Vine & Harvest. I had a magnificent conversation with a woman who works there because I took a risk and asked if shes’ the kind of person who puts love into the herbs she grows. We ended up talking about The Horses Know by Lynn man and how, if the WEF has its way, we would end up that type of post apocalyptic scenario, but that perhaps we can learn from that timeline as told through fiction, bring back its wisdom and all rise together in love, letting this timeline be gentler…the loving way…still it will be messy, and that’s okay. But maybe it doesn’t have to be so dramatic. At least not for all of us. The Kachina prophecy is a really interesting perspective on it being dramatic but not for those of us who choose to return to a heart-centered way of living. Still, I see a lot of signs of so many waking up, and I am praying for grace to dissolve out all that horrors and begin anew with love and a spirit of finding win-win, all way win grass roots solutions that celebrate life in its fullness and hold space for the many different ways people choose to express themselves, yet anchored in a spirit of oneness.