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    Saying goodbye to a place.

    Lately, I've been up in Seattle helping my mom get her condo ready to sell.

    It's a big job, and it's very sentimental for me, because Seattle is where I grew up, where I went to school, where I lived until I was 28. 

    In other words... I know that town. 

    I know the Space Needle and Ballard Locks and the troll-under-the-bridge.
    I know Gas Works Park and Greenlake and that secret back road near University Village. 
    I know Matthews Beach and Golden Gardens and the Ferry Terminal. 
    I know Nordstrom and Uwajimaya and Pike Place Market: when I worked downtown, I ate there every day.

    A lot of memory, held in that city. 
    And with my mom moving to a new place, it's likely I won't be in Seattle very often again. 

    There's a sense of loss, but there's also a sense of appreciation.

    For even as I help my mom, I'm also experiencing a life review of all those years, in which I was a part of that place: who I was, what I was doing, what I was learning. 

    A lot of you are having this experience now, as you help out your older parents. Returning to old places, and feeling all the feelings that arrive. 

    From soul perspective, this is a soul lesson in which we are asked: 

    To remember it all. 
    To hold all of it with love. 
    To allow all emotions. 
    To feel everything fully. 
    To detach from clinging and grasping. 
    And to trust, that more joy is even in this moment, winging its way toward us.
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    Why can't we all just get along?

    Not too long ago, Abby joined our household.

    She’s an older Lhasa Apso, and her qualities are patience, intelligence and getting along. She is easily able to communicate with us by her actions and in telepathy.
     
    That said, when Abby first arrived, our cat Emrys was not a happy camper.
     
    Emrys is also sensitive, intelligent and telepathic: I have called him from the far fields many times, simply by thinking him home.
     
    But Emrys is easy to get along. Upon the arrival of Abby, there was a lot of hissing and clawing and scratching. There were power plays, posturing, snubbing.
     
    When the temperature dropped and it snowed for a week, we moved Emrys inside the house to stay warm, instead of in the shed where he prefers to sleep.
     
    Oh, and there was tension in the house!

    Outside the snow fell in silent beautiful while inside the animals jockeyed for position, and we had to behave like referees, keeping squabbling players from starting a riot.
     
    Until one day…. things changed. One day during our enforced retreat, all of us held hostage by the storm... one day, in one unmemorable moment, it all shifted.
     
    There was no more argument.
     
    Abby and Emrys had come to their agreement: a peaceable kingdom, where two different species agreed to trust… against their DNA, against their genetic history, against all it means to be “dog” and “cat” on this planet.
     
    Peace on earth!
     
    A small sign perhaps, but a sign nonetheless, that we can in fact learn to get along.
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    Why separation is the biggest fake news of all.

    If you pay attention to news feeds, you'd think things are getting worse. 

    But when you tune in to the heartbeat, the vibration of the earth, of what's really going on in Gaia... what's really happening is a kind of a miracle. 

    It doesn't seem like it, does it? 

    But with the pressure of all this darkness and chaos showing up, something new is staring to happen: Light is showing up. 

    Light is arriving, and Light is turning on, and all of us who were somewhat complacent or head-down or not paying attention are suddenly showing up as One. 

    We are doing this because we are experiencing a new understanding that we are  collective soul.
    We are experience a great awakening, a great activation of souls who were once complacent, once happy enough to go about the regular human day-to-day. 

    Now with the immediate threat of darkness, repression, going back to the old contracted ways—the Light is gathering. 

    In the late 1970s, world-celebrated poet, writer and educator Lucille Clifton received the messages from The Ones, a collection of poems channeled from spirit Guides. Clifton was Poet Laureate of Maryland from 1979 to 1985, and twice nominated for a Pulitzer prize.

    ​Here is one of the messages she received. (And please note, Clifton uses very strong language which may be shocking or offensive).

    you are not
    your brother's keeper
    you are
    your brother

    the one
    hiding in the bush
    is you

    the one
    lying on the grate
    is you

    the mad one in the cage
    or at the podium
    is you

    the king is you
    the kike is you
    the honky is you
    the nigger is you
    the bitch is you
    the beauty is you
    the friend is you
    the enemy     oh

    others have come
    to say this
    it is not
    metaphor

    you are not
    ​your sisters keeper
    you are
    your sister   yes

    Fake news has it wrong.
    We are not separate. 
    We are One.

    Not just standing alongside each other in support as one. 
    But actually as each other, as collective soul.
    No separation. One soul. 
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    What it feels like to receive a sign from the Universe

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    A few days back, I wrote about the Lunar Eclipse in Leo. Some of you reminded me that there was also a comet blazing through the sky during this planetary event. Thank you! 
     
    During the time of new moons, full moons, and most certainly during eclipses, I like to work with the energy of the Universe to set intention for myself, and for all of the world. 
     
    To do this, I usually do a ritual.
     
    Thus, about an hour before the eclipse was to take place (in the afternoon where we live), I found myself in our backyard in the forest, burning an enormous box of my journals. 

    (Don’t worry... these journals are no loss to anyone. They are simply my way of scribbling notes. They are a scratch pad for ideas that form the writing that comes later.)
     
    But it is good to let the past go. To release the person we are no longer, so we can become the person we are now called to be.
     
    Thus, I started to burn these journals in our fire pit, and it took a while.
     
    It was smoky, and it was actually fairly difficult to get all those journals to burn: starting with a few, then adding more, stirring them with a long stick, and all the while praying, praying, praying. 
     
    I ask for peace. I ask for peace for the world. 
    I ask for awakening. I ask for awakening for the world. 
    I ask of freedom from all suffering. I ask for this for the world. 
    I ask for clear sense of purpose. I ask for all souls to know their path. 
    I release all my past, I am thankful for all joys, and I step into NOW.
    I ask for this awakening for collective soul.
     
    And at one point, I said to the Universe "I'd love a sign during this ritual. That would be so amazing.” Then right away I changed my mind and said, "I don’t really need a sign. I am so grateful. Nevermind." 
     
    And then I got back to the task of releasing my past self. 
     
    Asking, praying, taking, stirring, burning. About an hour passed. Near the end, I heard my husband's car rumble down the hill. He was here to join me for the eclipse. He added his own intentions to the fire, and we talked and prayed as the fire burned. 
     
    I threw the last few journals on the fire. 
    In that same moment, it started to lightly rain. 
     
    "It's the eclipse now,” said my husband, checking his watch. He reached over to give me a hug, and because of this, he turned, and because of this, I turned, and because we both turned, we shifted direction and because of this we saw it: a huge, wildly vibrant rainbow shining right above us through the trees. 
     
    I could not believe. 
    I could not fathom it. 
     
    "It's my sign" I cried out, and my heart burst with love. 
     
    The rainbow shown and shown and my heart pounded in joy. 
     
    We stared in awe and hugged and shouted and stared in awe some more. .
     
    I started laughing. That funny Universe!I asked for a sign, and then said I didn't need one because there are miracles every day, and then I forgot about my request, and then the Universe answered it anyway.
     
    In perfect timing, as always: 
     
    In the moment of the last journal burning, the full releasing of the past, in the exact moment of the eclipse, the exact moment of the gateway into the new consciousness... the rainbow appeared.
     
    And then just a minute later, it disappeared.

    It simply blew away before our eyes. It had only been there for that one moment. If we had not turned together in  that exact timing, we would have missed it.
     
    This is how Universe is with us ALWAYS. Always a miracle, always guiding, always pure love and joy. 
     
    And what did this sign mean?
     
    In my heart of hearts, in my deepest direct knowing, this was the answer. "Everything is okay. Everything is as it should be. All your heart longs for, for you and for the world, is already in motion. Love is everywhere." 
     
    My dear friends... I wish you signs and miracles and your own hearts bursting open in love.
     
    The Universe is with us, in all moments.
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    When the clouds parted.

    If you follow the skies at all, you know that today, February 10, 2017,  is a Full Moon in Leo, and also a lunar eclipse in Leo. 

    Many have been calling this the gateway to the year, the real start of 2017, the real beginning of awakening. 

    All I know is this: in the midst of a world reality that appears to be crumbling right in front of us, what is happen on the the inside is bigger than anything we have seen yet. 

    Collective soul is waking up.

    Not just a handful, as it was in the past. Not just a small group, as it has been for so very long. But... any, many, many souls, all waking up, as they look at the world order and realize: that's not what I want. That doesn't make sense. I don't choose this. 

    You can feel it.

    I know you can, because in my small groups, on the radio show, talking to folks, reading the beautiful teachings of conscious websites like Madisyn Taylor's teachings on DailyOM... we are all feeling it. 

    The power and LIGHT of being joined together as collective soul in search of Oneness. 

    Last night, I had the miraculous view of the nearly full moon in Leo. First fully clouded, and hidden from view. And then suddenly the clouds blew away, and we: all of us at an intersection in the tiny little town of Independence, Oregon, looked up at that suddenly revealed full moon and we had a moment: the moon blazing LIGHT for 10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30...

    A beautiful glimpse at a miracle, until the clouds covered it again. 

    It took a while for traffic to get sorted out after that sight. We were a people stunned: in cars, on the sidewalk, all of us seeing it together. 

    This Lunar Eclipse today shows us our power as ONE.  It reveals to us the magic when possess we realize we ALSO exist in etheric dimension, and this is where we create everything. 

    Today: get out under the moon. Make some wishes. Create some intentions. Pray with your whole heart open, in compassion and love for All.  

    Look up at the moon and be reminded: the LIGHT is on.
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    The measure of a life.

    A neighbor of mine is really into genealogy.
     
    She has cracked the code on how to figure out who you’re descended from, and where they lived and what they did.
     
    Around here, it’s especially interesting to notice that so many people have been in this area for generations: since the 1800s, when pioneers headed west and pushed as far as they could, stopping just 50 miles or so short of the ocean.
     
    What strikes me most is how little we are able to remember our ancestors. We might know one or two generations away from us. But after that, we don't know the people we came from. 

    It strikes me too, how we will not be remembered when we're gone. At least, not for long. 
    A few of us might leave a legacy, like Abraham Lincoln or Martin Luther King Jr. or Mother Theresa.
     
    But most of us… We're just here now.  
     
    Even if ancestors remembered what we “did” or where we “lived," that is very different from knowing a person intimately: what we were like, what we thought about, how we were day to day.
     
    It seems to me then, that the measure of a life can’t be what we do, or where we live. And legacy is probably not to be counted on. 
     
    The measure of a life, I think, is how much we connect, how much we love, how much we engage, how much we show up and our really HERE.
     
    There’s nobody to impress. There’s no golden ring to grab. 
     
    This life is for you: it's for you as soul in human form, so you can fill your heart with all these beautiful experiences, all this love.