Divine
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Divine
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So many of you tell me you were raised Catholic—from the most casual mass-at-Christmas-and-Easter, to the most devout parochial-school-with-nuns-or-priests.
Nowadays, many of you are still Catholic, or not Catholic at all—or maybe you're not really sure where the formal religion of your childhood intersects with your new spiritual beliefs. I have my own Catholic experience. I was raised by non-religious parents who sent me to the local convent—which mean nuns wearing dimples, mass daily, fonts of holy water in the hallway, and statues of St. Frances Assisi everywhere. Lots of folks didn't have great experiences at Catholic schools, but I did. I converted to Catholicism as an adult, and practiced for many years until my near-death-experience—when everything changed. In any case, I am familiar with the Easter energy that many of us are feeling now. Easter Week is hugely emotional: Maundy Thursday is somber and incredibly sad. Good Friday brings hope. Easter Vigil, which begins Saturday night and at the parish I use to attend, included a blazing bonfire, a swinging vessel of incense... and many, many (did I say many?) hours later, the baptism of all new members of the church in water and chrism. Easter begins during the wee hours of the vigil, and continues on till morning. If you have these Easter memories hardwired into your system, you're going to be feeling stuff this week, whether you want to or not. Religion has been wonderful for many people. Religion has wounded many others. We each have our own experience. But it all comes back, every spring. For me, what's best it to acknowledge that the energy swirling around us this week is there, and it affects us. So just feel it... feel it all... and let your feelings be released. Then take a look around you. Today, the daffodils are out, and very soon the tulips will be here. Notice everything. And be in awe. Much love, SARA The big questions of life are sometimes posed by the innocence of youth.
At a coffee shop lately, we sat next to a girl of about ten, plus her mom, her teenage sister and her sister's friend. The young girl kept reading loudly from her cell phone, from an app that I am guessing is called "Would You Rather?" With that persistent, adorable, unstoppable, lovely force of a preteen, she read questions to her mom. “Mom! Would you rather love someone but they DON'T love you? Or have someone love you but YOU DON'T llove them? " “Mom? Mom! What’s your answer?” "Umm… that's a hard one." “Mom! Now listen to this one.” “Okay.” "Would you rather NEVER eat chocolate, or ONLY eat chocolate?" "That one's easy… eat chocolate." And eavesdropping with broad smiles at the table one foot away, she read aloud our very favorite... "Mom! Mom! Mom!” Sigh. “Yes, dear.” “Mom, this is IMPORTANT. Would you rather wear underwear ALWAYS. Or never wear underwear EVER?" Their table, our table, and even few tables nearby, convulsed into laughter. The mentioning of unmentionables had us all laughing. Life is funny. People are funny. It is so enjoyable to be in life, surrounded by others enjoying an everyday afternoon, drinking coffee and laughing at silly jokes. Yep. There we were. Laughing at a joke about underwear... in the midst of a cafe filled with parents, kids, seniors, singles... a diverse community of folks. Nobody focused on being “spiritual” as something outside of ourselves. Nobody trying to be “spiritual” in some formal way. Just hanging out being human. Laughing and connecting. Wearing underwear or not. Much love, SARA As some of you know, I'm a minimalist. I like to keep things spare and simple; a little stuff goes a long way.
And yet in helping my mother downsize from one home to another, I’ve found myself deluged with stuff. Every item must be sorted, handled, considered. Moreover, each item is a memory trigger: the cake plate that was my Grandmother's. The butter mold from Norway. The antique box that we’ve somehow always had. Of course, every object doesn't just hold memories; it is a container of Universal energy. Thus if you add an object to your own possessions, you also take on the energy of that object. You take on the memories, the soul experience, the karma of the previous owner. Your parents, your grandparents, your ancestors, a stranger... whoever owned it before. Their stuff contains their energy. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. And in truth, we can never be separate from each other. But the way I see it, the more we are bound by stuff, the more distracted we can get from our true dharma, our true calling. If you are dealing with helping a parent sort through possessions, as many of us baby boomers are, take time to consider what you really need. You may deeply desire having the karma of your ancestors around you via their objects. Or you may prefer to let it all go. When you understand that every object, whether inherited from an ancestor or assembled from Ikea, contains the energy of where it came from, how it was made, who made it, who owned it—then you can decide what is right for you. Much love, SARA |
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Sara Wiseman is an intuitive, channel and spiritual teacher. The founder of Intuition University, she's taught hundreds of thousands of students via her books, courses and training. |