Finding Light in the Darkness

I absolutely love this piece on living with darkness and light. It truly speaks to me as I struggle internally to remain engaged with my daily existence, It is beautifully written and I am excited to share Sreejit’s wisdom forward.

The Seeker's Dungeon

Somewhere along the way, The Seeker’s Dungeon turned into a yes-the-world-is-fucked-up-but-there’s-a-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel blog. When I started out, I mostly wrote boy-it-sure-is-dark-down-here articles. As the blog grew, I developed a need to be ok with the darkness. I needed a reason for the darkness. It couldn’t just be that it’s damn dark in dungeons. No it had to be – whether through death, or enlightenment – we’re serving our time, and at some point we’ll be released into the light, and the purpose would make itself known.

But, ‘at-some-points’ are like ‘tomorrows.’ Eventually we have to be ok with today. We have to be ok with a journey, just being a journey. We all want to get somewhere. We can fight, and need to fight the injustices in every direction, but for the sake of our heart, we have to accept that darkness is part and parcel of the human experience.

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Venus and Uranus Retrograde: Thunder Island

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UPDATE:  Here is a re-post about Venus retrograde in Leo and Uranus retrograde in Aries. While the signs and aspects are different from the present astrological weather,  this content can still resonate in anticipation of tomorrow’s Venus ingress into Scorpio opposing Uranus retrograde in Taurus.  Venus will also be retrograding  on October 5th.  This will tide you over until I share a new take on the goddess of love , justice, and values. Stay tuned and love yourself and others until then. 🙂     PS, also happy New Virgo Moon!

Change IS in the air..

To quote my hero Anthony Bourdain, ” Welcome to my world!” Venus went retrograde this morning at 5:28 am EDT . Uranus is on her heels, retracing his steps 25 hours  later at 6:38 am EDT. On some level I feel afraid to leave my house. But hey, I feel that way a lot anyway !

Venus retrograde is a topic I have blogged about before because it’s an important cycle. I feel it very strongly, which is odd because my Venus is direct and remains that way even when progressed. It could be because so many of my ex partners come back to visit me either consciously or on other planes of existence. It could also be that Venus is the ruler of my  8th house of death and rebirth. In any case, when Venus appears to move backwards, memories and emotions about old flames come alive. With Uranus following a similar path, it appears that where love goes, lightening will strike.

Venus Uranus aspects or transits often produce the love at first sight effect. Just one glance and you never know what hit you. Have any of you been there? Great music, poetry, and films have been inspired by such a phenomenon. Often what may appear to be love is simply a powerful attraction of the electric variety. With Venus spending most of this cycle in Leo and Uranus respectively in Aries, we are talking fireworks! But do not do anything stupid unless you are willing to live with the fallout. These fireworks are quite exciting but very temporary and erratic. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

This is not the time to go out and meet someone new or spend lots of money on Venusian goods like jewelry and clothing. This can be an excellent time to unravel any leftover issues with former partners and whatever else that’s preventing you from moving on and making changes in your life. When a planet retrogrades, it is less about the external and all about the internal. In actuality, life typically operates this way anyway, but we often forget and look to whatever appears outside of us to validate our worth. If you still prefer externalization to build up your self-esteem, now is a wonderful time to modify your thoughts and behavior. Inner change is easier with Uranus retrograde so assess what needs to be upgraded. Don’t delete any files yet or install new software. Rather, review what may be corrupted or incompatible with the best version of you.

Look to where Leo and Aries are in your natal chart to get more insight into how these transits can be best used to your advantage. My 2nd and 7th houses are affected so I can expect some activity with abundance and partnerships. Since it seems like I have Venus retro natally, I do not expect to be that surprised. While the players may be different, the emotions that get triggered are all too familiar. I have noticed this quite often and this awareness has confirmed for me that I was correct in ending some friendships and romantic bonds.

When I think about love and loss in particular, I rarely miss a beat. Whatever I dread will happen once I love again typically does comes to fruition. Or at least that has been my pattern.  For example, after raising my cat Jasmine from a kitten to age 16, letting her go was excruciating. I never forgot the intensity of that loss. When I adopted Dexter, I said I would not love him like I loved Jasmine. It turns out this was true, but not the way I meant it. My love for Dexter was so much bigger, building on the love for Jasmine, but it did not eclipse that initial love. The loss of Dexter reminds me why I was so skeptical about getting another cat. I did not want to grieve again. It is a wicked catch 22 and the only way out is through.

My experience with my pets helped me see why I subconsciously decided to shut down my desire for romantic love. The pain and sadness were not worth the investment. Sometimes a break between involvements leaves me believing a new relationship would not cause the same suffering. But often my reasons for letting a relationship dissolve would re-emerge with someone new. Faulty soul contracts or inability to manifest better outcomes? I have no clue.

Matt Kahn repeatedly says that emotions even out when one begins to ascend. Perhaps this is why I am dealing better with Dexter’s passing than previous losses. The fact that I am pretty together after having lost what I loved most on the planet is astonishing. It is really a miracle that I am not curled up in the fetal position on the floor. Maybe I am evolving and/or the love of my community is holding a space for my healing. I do feel grateful that I am surviving this tragic sudden loss. While it does not seem fair, I realize that we do not get to control the lifespan of another.

While I am curious to see what shows up with these transits, I know that it is all about how I treat myself and raise my vibration. Sometimes the love we receive in relationship builds up in the soul and becomes a resource for future alliances. We shall see. I am grateful that I know myself better than ever and that I have become a more adaptable person. I really have no choice but to grow and adapt.

Thunder Island is an old song that once held special meaning for me. Frankly I forgot all about it until I heard it on the radio a few days ago. It is about a couple braving a summer storm on an island. It was popular during the time my family spent a month or so every August down the Jersey shore. One summer in particular a major hurricane was predicted to hit our beach during our vacation. While I recall our anguish over whether to ride out the storm or not, I do not remember if we went home and returned later, or took a risk and stayed.

What is important is the way I felt hearing the song again and reminiscing about my love interests down the shore. Thunder Island is a perfect metaphor in light of the Venus Uranus retrograde. It is often a place in my heart where unexpected openings wax and wane like the waves along any shore. During these tumultuous times it’s important to learn how to surf one’s inner emotional waves in order to arrive both safe and renewed on solid ground.

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Who Are You ? Part II

This is the next segment in the Who are You? series that examines my ever-shifting identity. The first installment addressed my ancestry and where I came from. This piece considers my current state of being. I have been busy, mostly internally. I find that many of my attempts to entertain myself have fallen flat as I realize that time is fleeting and I need to be employed. Can’t you hear it, tick – tock, tick – tock?

September is here. It is Labor Day in the US, the unofficial end of Summer. I have visited September months ago in my mind and now my thought form has manifested. There was a time, an innocent time, when September lifted my spirits simply by arriving. I can still visualize shiny new brown leather shoes, ready to be broken in. And then of course came the pièce de résistance, September Vogue. It wasn’t really the actual clothes themselves that set my heart a flutter, as I am not a fashionista at all. For me, the excitement was in discovering the new trends, color schemes, and accessories for the fresh new season. The September issue was huge and bulky, filled with exotic advertisements that promised fulfillment of dreams. If only it was so simple now.

I work tirelessly to prevent sinking into a permanent blue mood by following passions, curiosity, and/or hunches. Sometimes following the thread leads to peace. Other times it leads to bleak uncertainty.

Here are a few examples of what I am into now :

What I am doing: I take myself places that have historically altered my mood in a good way. While I am a vastly different person spiritually, certain activities still whisper a promise of joy.  Movies, art museums, walks in nature, restaurants, visits with friends ; I have tried them all.  My latest trip to the Phila Museum of Art offered up close and personal views of wonderful creations, but the trip itself was unpleasant and exhausting. Yet, I was able to capture some images to share with you.


What I am thinking: I have been working on raising my vibration and resisting the temptation to stay in fear and hopelessness. I have been bombarded with childhood memories triggered by spending time on my High School Reunion Facebook Page and watching a certain television series ( to be explored later in this essay.) The memories are sweet and bitter, but not bittersweet. Some recollections are joyous and others are ghastly. There are also a few that don’t really register much emotion, more of a hmmmmm.. I am often balancing my need to problem solve with the desire to be in the flow. This often trips me up. The past few weeks has resulted in many electrical and technological challenges, before and after Mercury retrograde. Cable, Internet, Laptop, landline, kitchen fixture, thermostat, full throttle power outages, often intermittent and without warning. The newest wrinkle is I can call out on my phone, but no one can call me. This does seem like a metaphor for my identity at this moment. I feel that others don’t see me, hear me, or value me. This does not mean that I am not seen,  heard, or valued, but that my perception is distorted. I feel very disconnected or invisible most of the time.

Searching for work has brought out my cynicism and resentment. These personal traits do not suggest high vibrations.  As with most issues,  I vacillate between strategic thinking and letting go. When I let go, I feel like I ought to be doing something practical. While in problem solving mode, I consider that I am trying too hard and need to slide into the moment and align with Source.

What I am reading: Just like most activities, I read more than one book at a time.  Its how I roll. But  Playing the Ascension Game by Diana Stone has been an unusual diversion that may turn out to be a “game changer”. Diana Stone was an astrologer, shaman, author, and Aquarian provocateur. I do not recall when I got wind of her, but eventually discovered her website and got on her mailing list. Her newsletters were long-winded but quite enthralling. Withe her Sun on my Ascendant, I found a true partner in crime. We corresponded a few times and she even read my blog! She was best friends with the awesome astrologer  Donna Cunningham, who I also had the privilege of knowing online. They both departed recently and Diana’s passing prompted me to buy her book. It is written in a conversational style and covers so many topics on metaphysics. It is close to 500 pages long and is close in size to that September issue of Vogue! It reads like a diary of the coolest kind, as she recounts her experience with traveling to several dimensions and uncovering all sorts of bizarre occurrences. Her  accounts in the Coffee Chronicles lead me to drink a vanilla latte today after a long break from all things coffee. Her book makes me see miracles again, even if only vicariously. It reminds me that I once lived this way. It is THAT compelling. This isn’t really a review, but get your hands on this book.

What I am viewing: I am perpetually viewing something, or so it seems. Black Mirror, Q Anon videos. Matt Kahn. Gaia TV, WordPress blogs ( yea!), articles on Ascension, job listings, Facebook posts, emails, etc. Note how I include all screen activity as viewing. It is not the same as reading off-screen. Tonight I will focus on one series that has me blissfully distracted. The AMC series Mad Men has become an addiction that leaves me wanting more. The show is about a Manhattan advertising firm in the 1960s. It focuses on several characters, but Don Draper is the big fish, if you will. He is a man with a flimsy identity ( sounds familiar?) who exhibits complexity, compassion, and recklessness. He is a tough nut to crack during a very tumultuous time in our planet’s history. I watched a few episodes while it was airing, but have taken to binge-watching it now via Netflix. The series begins where I began, in New York City in 1960. Watching this show allows me to experience some of what was happening in my childhood, but now as an adult. I lived through most of this decade, but was too young to really taste it. The narrative emphasizes how hard it must have been to be female in mid-century America. Women were called girls and were treated  mostly like porcelain dolls or whores. Expectations were low and alcohol seemed to be running from the faucets. Watching this series helps me understand how my parents were socialized. The field of advertising fascinates me, from the artistic angle. I considered briefly entering this field as a writer. In high school I discovered that one of my classmate’s father was in the business. He showed me a little about what goes on behind TV commercials and I was captivated by his insights. Advertising still strikes me as a fascinating blend of  psychology and art, although I am less and less a capitalist with every breath I take.

Don Draper is played by the actor Jon Hamm, who happens to be a Pisces. He is also a recovering alcoholic who spent some time in Rehab. According to Google, he also was in an episode of Black Mirror! Gotta love those synchs. His Piscean persona is so evident in the Don Draper character. His aka could be Dapper Don as his character is so well put together, at least externally. Tall, handsome, creative, charming, and sometimes sensitive. He is also a chronic liar, womanizer, and escape artist, expert at shape-shifting and manipulation. A stunning example of a wounded soul painted over with a illusory handsome veneer.

Jon Hamm happens to be a great actor in a series that contains an excellent ensemble cast. At times it seems like I am watching an old fave The Sopranos, because there is an overlap between big business and the mob. The other parallel is more subtle, but so powerful. Many of the most profound scenes are portrayed without dialogue. What isn’t being said is what stands out here. This creative technique was also very skillfully executed in The Sopranos.  I wonder if some of the writers worked on both shows. Update: Damn I’m good! Just read an article about Mad Men creator Matt Weiner that said that he wrote a couple of Sopranos episodes. Either I am psychic or a really great observer of television writing or both!

I continue to be smitten with subtlety as an expression of life. What isn’t said is often more palpable than what is spoken. The role of the observer is closer to “real” than identifying with a bunch of cells encased in human flesh. The less obvious, more nuanced messages and clues often lead me out of darkness these days. I do process and receive the dark, but must admit that sustained light has been a scarce visitor these days. The numerous diversions and distractions rarely lead me anywhere solid. I am learning to adjust to living an untethered life. But it ain’t a cakewalk, this ascension business. I am not giving up, but am definitely struggling. Fortunately there is so much more to watch on Netlflix. I will take refuge wherever I can nowadays.

As I took in this sculpture last week at the Art Museum, it revealed a subtle message to me. The Bob Marley tune Three Little Birds entered my mind.

Don’t worry bout a thing, cause every little thing’s gonna be alright.

 

Disclosure

Hey litebeings and welcome to all the new readers and followers! Mars went direct this morning and this is a hopeful sign of advancement in the weeks ahead. My mood is still really funky, but as I have mentioned here at some point, my moods tend to shift more quickly than in years past.

My philosophy regarding controversial topics is to keep an open mind and let your intuition guide you towards the truth. I have recently become aware of the site Collective Evolution and I enjoy it very much. The material is interesting and appears to be balanced.  The people affiliated with Collective Evolution have a bright and lively energy, which shines through strongly.

They are offering one more day to view the following video for free. See the link below:

https://explorers.collective-evolution.com/wilcock-replay/

This video features David Wilcock’s take on Disclosure and the fall of the Cabal.  I posted David once on this blog and the reaction was mixed. Hell , my reaction remains mixed! But I received so much worthwhile information so I want to share it here. I have had plenty of time on my hands to research topics that used to turn me off. But here’s the thing, so much of what I am about  may be controversial to any particular segment of society. I have studied astrology since age 7 and have accessed psychic abilities and pre-cognitive dreams since my teens. And I could go on…

The point I am trying to make is that I would fail to grow if I said no to anything that was new or mysterious to me. Sometimes I take just a smidgen of what is offered and leave the rest. We get to decide what works for us for the highest good. As always, all reactions and comments are welcome.

Winter Review ~ Who is Taking the Wheel?

This is the third and final installment of my Winter Review Series, an attempt to claim and integrate the timeline from September 2017 through March 2018. Now is as good a time as any to put this all to bed. We are approaching a full Pisces Moon, Mars is going direct in a few days, and the Sun has entered Virgo. It feels to me like we are shimmying up to Indian Summer, with the cooler mornings and the influx of golden leaves leaving their homes and touching the ground. So my goal is to take one last look at this unusually intense time in my life. I truly want to make room for whatever is meant to enliven my next “season.”

Road to Know-where: There was one consistent thread sewn into this timeline, road rage on steroids. Whether I was driving on small one -way streets or major roadways, during rush hour or lunch time, on weekdays or holidays, most of the drivers were gunning for each other. Rarely did I not drive by an accident that just took place or a near miss ( often my vehicle). Occasionally I would see an accident in progress, not fun at all. Initially it seemed like I was imagining this pattern, so I discussed it with others. Many people told me that they were noticing the same phenomenon. I had to psychically protect myself and this made me uncomfortable. But I had to stay on red alert and be a defensive driver. There seemed to be a major war happening, but I never got the memo.

 Snowday, NO – WAY! : An alternate description of this timeline could be ” The Winter of My Discontent.” The snow was relentless and I was ill prepared. After so many years of mild winters, this past one was excruciating. Often my drive home would be several hours. Since a portion of my commute was through wooded areas, fallen trees were a problem. I often would find myself in front of a tree blocking the road with no detour sign in sight. I did not know the area well and was not familiar with alternate routes. My commute reminded me of one of those nightmares where you want to scream but no words come out, or someone is chasing you and you are immobilized. Or you are simply lost while driving and each turn takes you further away from your intended destination.  When was the snow going to stop? Finally, some relief arrived around the beginning of April. The weather only started to improve after I was laid off. In fact, the raging drivers also began to mellow about two months ago. If I was paranoid I might consider that my job was causing climate change and vicious assassins  to populate the freeways.

Every day is a winding road: The commute was horrific and so burdensome on multiple levels. Yet, I did manage to survive. A positive transit of Saturn trining my natal Pluto ( still in effect) afforded me the ability to withstand pressure that would usually bring me to my knees. I became more flexible as a commuter, albeit one who does not use a GPS. I learned to become more aware of my immediate environment and recognize, yet again, that I am here as a human with flaws and limitations. This meant that I decided to love myself more and praise myself for my ability to adapt. This was in the midst of regular rumors that the rehab was going to be sold or was going to fold (see I can rhyme). I knew in my heart that some of the tension in the office was due to upheaval and uncertainty. I minimized it for a while because I was told by management that things were fine ( until they weren’t). Eventually I realized that the toxicity was really harmful to me and my patients. I even considered resigning. A draft resignation letter was conceived in my head, plus I  began organizing my office in the event that I needed to pack up quickly. I suppose I picked up intuitively on the layoffs before they happened. This did not in any way protect me from the pain or disappointment. It did help me see how much investment I still place in identifying as a healer. It also was another reminder that I still harbor some resentment about moving so much as a child, feeling rootless and often worthless or expendable. After all these years, still more work to do with my shadow!

Spirit ( or Grasshopper) take the wheel: Guess who just came by to greet me? I was about to take a break from writing and went to draw the blinds. This is the second time I ever recall seeing a grasshopper here at night. The other time he/she moved along before I could snap a shot.  This is no accident or coincidence.

The sighting arrived just in time for me to say hey, it is alright. While I do feel traumatized by losing two jobs due to downsizing in less than one year, I am not alone. And make no  mistake, I do not use the word trauma loosely. This has been a tough year. I lost the mental health job about one year ago and was called about the rehab job in September 2017, just shy of a year ago. I still get twinges of pain or access memories in unexpected ways. I get an email from a former coworker or hear a song that reminds me of my patients. Sometimes I have a dream that I am still at work. Other times reading about the opioid crisis will trigger something deep within. And let’s not forget about the endless recitation about being laid off that I am required to do every time I am on an interview for a new gig. ” So why aren’t you working now? ” ” Tell me about your last job – why did you leave? ” ” What happened over at @$^&#^? I hear they are not doing well anymore, what a shame.”  I saw a former coworker from the rehab at my last interview and it was awkward. Where do I fit in?  It is easy to wonder if I will ever be employed again.

This job search is exhausting.

 

I cannot continue to fool myself any longer that I am driving this vehicle all by myself. This is where surrender comes in.  Even when I  practically drown in the silence of the void, I am neither abandoned or forgotten. Grasshopper ( or Allah , Jesus, Buddha, Goddess, etc) is in charge. Little self never was and never will be, not in this human form. I really don’t understand why this Winter time period was fraught with so much drama and so many unusual obstacles. All I wanted to do was help people in pain get themselves together. I wanted to serve and have myself placed in a position where I could contribute to addressing the addiction epidemic.  This never was about ego for me. I wanted to be used by Spirit where I could best be of use. I still feel that way.  Yet, I do comprehend that it is not necessary to know why. That does not lessen the sting or dry the many tears. But it still remains the truth.

I could end this trilogy with Carrie Underwood’s tune Jesus Take the Wheel, but this Sheryl Crow classic seems more on point. Take a listen and you’ll understand why.

It is time now to say good night to the agony and ecstasy of Bensalem PA ; from the beginning ~ my senior year of college when I first noticed an intriguing rehab to the end, which I believe is NOW.  I won’t forget all the people or experiences over the course of decades  that made me smile or let my heart sing. But in order to move on, I have to say goodbye. It is likely that more lessons will be revealed, as this is typically the case. But living in the past has never accomplished what I hoped it would. Spying Grasshopper tonight has taught me well. There is so much more to receive when my mind and heart are open and willing to let love in.

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The Apathy of Options

Many of you know I am a huge fan of Matt Kahn’s work. However, I am not excited about everything he shares on social media. This most recent video affected me in ways that are so intense that the word profound is too mild a description. There are no words here, only experience.

Initially while viewing the start of the video, I thought the concepts being introduced were ridiculous and began to disengage. I am glad I hung in there though because the material just kept getting more and more interesting. What I have gleaned so far from Matt’s teachings is that he is preparing us for a larger reality and how to undo what restricts us from being the fullest, most splendid version of ourselves, beyond limitations.

Let me know your reactions!  love, litebeing

Art Therapy ~ Van Gogh’s Healing Bounty

Hello litebeings!

I hope everyone enjoyed reading my recent film and book reviews. I promised to publish them quite some time ago and it feels good to be able to finally showcase the work of Katy Walker Meja and Marcelle Martin. Great cinema and literature feed my soul and it feels wonderful to be able share this sumptuous banquet with all of you.

While Mercury finally moved direct early yesterday, we are not out of the woods yet. The time is not yet ripe to begin new ventures or make bold actions. The next few weeks continue to favor completion of projects, contemplation and planning of new endeavors, and processing old material, perhaps in a new way. While watching a program on creativity and mental illness, Van Gogh was prominently featured. I saw his work with fresh eyes and re-imagined his pain transformed alchemically into visual ambrosia. It is easy for me to grasp the profound healing potential in channeling pain into beauty. Here are a few offerings I have chosen from Van Gogh’s incredible bounty of re-configured suffering. Before I share them, enjoy this quote found on one of my Healing Cards created by Caroline Myss and Peter-Occhiogrosso

Everything lost is found again. Everything hurt is healed again.

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images courtesy of wikiart.org, public domain

Book Review ~ Our Life is Love

Quakerism is a faith built upon on the premise that everyone can have direct access to Spirit and that the Divine is always revealing itself ” in real-time.” Marcelle Martin is one of the first people I met when I began attending Quaker Meeting ( that is a huge story in itself ). She quickly became a trusted friend,  role model, and mentor. She was instrumental in integrating me into the larger community and made it possible for me to take workshops at Pendle Hill , which led to many incredible experiences including my time spent with James.

Marcelle Martin’s book Our Life is Love: The Quaker Spiritual Journey takes the reader on an adventure back in time that chronicles the bravery and challenges faced by seventeenth century Quakers. The adventure continues into the present day where contemporary Friends share personal accounts of their spiritual awakening. The writing is raw, honest, and insightful, allowing the reader to feel the material and discover the universality of living a life with heart.  The author proposes a 10 step process of awakening that describes the internal transformation one undergoes as they seek to know the Divine within. The majority of the book is organized into three main sections: Awakening, Convincement, and Faithfulness.  Each section unfolds as a comparison between the historical and present day Friends as they sacrifice a conventional, material life for a soulful one comprised of simplicity, authenticity, and service to Spirit. The author does an excellent job bringing early Quaker experiences to life. She has an ability to take each individual’s struggles and joys and make them accessible and relatable. This ability gives the reader a rare glimpse into a time that was heavily entrenched with slavery, a strict societal hierarchy , and  no separation of Church and State.

The chapters on The Refiner’s Fire and Leadings are incredibly rich with descriptions of how individuals must make life – defining choices based on discernment and reliance on the Light. I certainly have experienced many situations on my path that resulted in the stripping away of what I no longer needed ( while my ego screamed with resistance) along with many tests of my ability to choose my soul’s desires over my ” personality’s” needs. Martin provides a framework for the seeker so that a safe container can be established when the going gets rough. As many already know, the emotional element of the mystical path is not easily navigated and can often divert one from progressing if the no container is available.

This is a fascinating read for anyone, regardless of religious affiliations. The Quaker faith is a mystical path and Martin’s model of awakening can be followed by any seeker on the path to self-realization. The reflection questions at the end of each chapter serve a guide to delve deeper into the material. The author shares her own mystical journey by incorporating the 1o stages into her story.  The spiritual path is truly a difficult one, inundated with paradox, loss, and allegiance to the Truth. Our Life is Love illustrates that this challenging path was chosen by those who were called to live a life with heartfelt devotion; where worship translated to service with the intention of creating a more enlightened world.

 

 BIO: Since 1996, Marcelle Martin has been traveling to Quaker meetings and retreat centers across the country to help individuals and communities increase awareness of the presence and activity of God within and among us. A teacher, writer, and workshop leader, she served for four years as the resident Quaker Studies teacher at Pendle Hill. She is the author of the book Our Life is Love: The Quaker Spiritual Journey, and the Pendle Hill pamphlets, “Invitation to a Deeper Communion” and “Holding One Another in the Light.” Her blog, A Whole Heart, is at   http://awholeheart.com.

Our Life is Love: The Quaker Spiritual Journey can be ordered from Inner Light Books in both paperback and eBook formats.

Film Review ~ Time is Art

Time is Art: Synchronicity and the Collective Dream

This documentary, directed by Katy Walker Mejia and Joel Mejia and written by Jennifer Palmer and Katy Walker Mejia, tells of one woman’s journey of a life-altering experience when she is “summoned” to her aunt’s deathbed.  This event shifts the main character’s path dramatically. She transforms from a secular worldview to a heightened spiritual awareness via a series of mysterious synchronous happenings.

This film is relatable and accessible for anyone interested in the spiritual path. I enjoyed the visual feel of the piece, as well as interviews with a diverse mix of healers and thought leaders. I  found the cinematography stunningly beautiful and very dreamlike in presentation.  Jose Arguelles and Carl Jung are often cited in interesting and novel ways. Telepathy is described as distant empathy and may be behind many synchronicities. It is also an alternative explanation that deserves consideration.

I particular liked this theme: Time is Money vs Time is Art: The film suggests that the planet will evolve significantly when time is measured not by salary or what we charge, but by what we create. Imagine a world where we are rewarded for being the creators we truly are.

There is a sequel on the horizon so I would certainly view the initial project now! I had my own synchronicity while viewing the film. I recall a vivid dream the night before about Native American spirituality that connects with a key ayahuasca sequence. Once this epiphany emerged, I laughed inwardly with a peaceful knowingness.  This realization demonstrated yet again how potent synchronicities can be!

Please see the film and let me know what you think! Visit this link to access the film for rent or purchase and this link for more Time is Art events.  You are in for a real treat!

Clearing Away for a Faerie Future

Whew! We survived another Eclipse season. When I think back to where I was one year ago during the August eclipses, I am so grateful to be here now. Not to say that this summer has been a party, but hey, I have grown quite a bit since then. There really is no other choice. Many mornings I wake up with a heaviness of a sense of dread, wondering if I am picking up collective energies, or my own. Sometimes the clarity I seek alludes me. Yesterday was a very social day for me and it was very celebratory in a true Leonine manner. I had such a lovely time with friends, one of which is a Leo. Today had a darker vibe and  a couple of hours ago I heard some horrific news about a woman who died way too young. She was not a patient, but someone I knew as a teen.  But I will not let it drag me down. I will absorb the information and then let it go.  It will be added to the clearing pile.

Let me elaborate: I have been dedicating myself to clearing away debris, literally and metaphorically. It has become almost an obsession for me, emerging from my higher self.  I recently hired a service to clear out an old tv and desktop from my place, which made room to organize more stuff. There comes a time when you will ultimately know what no longer suits you. This retrograde period has allowed me to release old memories from high school, courtesy of a high school reunion Facebook group. I find it interesting that while I am processing and discarding,  pleasant memories of people and places are coming back into consciousness. I must admit that the internet is a fine tool for refreshing the details, but then again, what IS the internet really? Energy like everything else in existence.

While synchs are a daily event, the truly mystical has eluded me for quite some time. But a subtle discovery brought magick back into focus:

It has been difficult the past few days to find parking near my door, so I have had to park further away. Why, I wondered, was this happening? Maybe so I could find this lovely feather today while walking to my car. I would not have seen it otherwise. I have not found a feather like this in about  2 years , so it grabbed my attention, and what you attend to expands. These type of experiences strengthen my faith that all is really well, even in the midst of stagnation and chaos.

Sometimes clearing is metaphorical or occurs on a parallel plane. I am a computer game enthusiast. I really like building cities so I am attracted to games that focus on this angle.  Elvenar  is a Facebook game that has a mystical feel. There are several worlds to play in and the builder can focus on human or non-human realms. When I reached a certain level I was close to the fairy realm. I was prompted to sell most of what I had built over years to clear the way for a new type of fairy technology. I found myself resisting this process. I did not want to undo all this work and leave my city practically bare.

Then it hit me, this is where I am headed on my ascension journey. I must be able to sit with emptiness and continue dismantling what doesn’t fit into my life anymore. I told myself ” Linda, listen to the fairy prompt and sell your stuff!”. My city has miniature humans and a few fairies now walking among my city streets. The city is in flux and has plenty of room to breathe.  This is where I need to be.

Isn’t it ironic that on the morning that the game suggested I convert to a fairy avatar that this huge beetle showed up to greet me? I saw the beetle at the exact moment that I was trying out the new avatar.  Beetle medicine is about transformation after-all. You all may wonder how much time I am devoting to computer games, but unemployment has its perks (Or not).

My header image is a faith plaque I purchased last December. I participated in a Secret Santa at work and someone mentioned buying small gifts in anticipation of the Secret Santa event. I was at Cracker Barrel and saw the plaques. I liked them so much that I bought one for my coworker and one for myself. I figured it would be a nice addition to my office. I look at it daily to remind me that faith has a place in my spiritual practice. I don’t hold the philosophy that some otherworldly being will save me, but rather that my time here is on purpose and that guidance is a certainty.

The video below is a song written by Jon Bon Jovi for Stevie Nicks. It is quite on point regarding living with what appears and embracing the mystery. I dedicate this song and this post to all who have left this planet too soon. While it seems to me that the number of souls taking the nearest exit are increasing exponentially, that does not diminish the value they hold or the love they still engender.