You Have a Writer’s Energy

Greeting litebeings and welcome to all the new followers! Thank you for taking the time to visit this site and check out my musings, stories, and whatever Spirit brings forth from this vessel. I have a moon in Pisces blessing to share with you tonight.

Most readers know that my outer life has been consumed by work, adjusting to an odd schedule and accommodating an endless array of shifting demands and circumstances. I can truly say I love working with my clients, so I guess it is worth the effort to shapeshift as best I can.

Yet I yearn for the mystery that resides in my inner life, where Source resides and the divine spark is lit. Tonight I can report that a spark was present last night ( Friday).  After a very busy and exhausting week, I was delighted to park my car and walk towards my door.  Before I could do so, I was greeted by two neighbors with their collective dogs. I was feeling quite disengaged and made quick small talk without missing a beat. When a neighbor made a comment that saddened me, I retorted ” I work as a therapist and when I come home, I want to leave the negativity behind. ” ( or something to that effect. ) I do not know these neighbors well, and since I do not have dogs, I am not part of that crowd. So as I was walking to my apartment, the female neighbor ( we’ll call her Andrea) shouted out ” So do you practice CBT? ” and I am thinking ” What? ” I just want to watch some TV and chill. But I answer her and was surprised she knew about CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy). Andrea responded she once was a therapist but could not deal with the transference. She has lived upstairs for at least two years and I know nothing about her or her husband. Andrea seemed compelled to share more and more about her life. While it was interesting, I wanted to be alone with my thoughts.

Then she asked ” Are you published? ” I found that an odd question. I asked her if she was published because often people will ask others about topics that interest them personally. Apparently Andrea is getting her Ph.D.  in Education and her dissertation is almost complete. I told her I blog but have not published anything professionally.  She matter of factly declares ” I had thought you were a writer. ” This was strange since we never had a conversation before and barely say hello in passing. I wondered why she had arrived at this conclusion and she said that she’s an empath and reads people well.   ” You have a writer’s energy.” I was surprised she was spot on and quipped that since writing has always been my passion that perhaps I should step up my game. I took a good look at Andrea and the two small dogs she was cradling like babies. The dogs looked so gentle and sweet. How could I have not seen them before as they are? How could Andrea see me as I am so easily?  I suggested we talk again and she replied that they are relocating in about one month.

It occurred to me that I quickly dismiss people if they don’t quickly meet some arbitrary set of criteria that I subconsciously create. I make assumptions and filter out most people as mundane or mainstream or simply not interesting.  I rely on my perception to show me who and what to focus on. I avoid most dog people because I am a cat person and don’t really get dogs. Maybe my filtration system needs an upgrade. I wonder how many other people and situations I have overlooked in my desire to become less overstimulated by the outer world.  It is not a self-judgment as I understand that I do not have time to completely slow down and take in all of my environment. Yet, there is a lesson here for me to learn.

I really like the idea of having a writer energy, whatever that means. This was clearly a mystical moment; she could not have conjured up her impression randomly. She does not look like an empath, but even as I write this, I realize an empath does not have a look.

Speaking of perception and looking at things Wayne Dyer style, I have some lovely pieces to share with you from last week’s visit to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Enjoy!

Don’t you just love moon in Pisces evenings?

 

all images courtesy of litebeing chronicles © 2019
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Speaking What Is In My Heart.

Many of my readers also follow my dear friend Sue’s blog, but I am re-blogging her most recent post because I want as many folks as possible to receive her message and the energy behind it. Sue is such a blessing and her words and images are evocative and enlightening.

love, litebeing

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It is hard sometimes to speak what is on your mind, when there are no words to express what you feel. So I will just let my fingers do the talking as I allow my thoughts to flow freely.

At times it takes courage to pick up your Arrow of Truth, and speak it. But Time is running short!

Gaia is going through her own changes. She is causing many disruptions which are making us rethink, reshape and make huge life changes. Which in turn may bring uncertainties and fear, but many now are also sensing an urgency, to move, relocate, leave their unsatisfactory jobs or life styles. Or change the habits of a life time.

Or like me, you may just feel that need to escape into your own world, of peace and tranquillity as we reconnect deeper still within ourselves and our Earth Mother.

What we are witnessing…

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Art is My Medicine ~ The Embrace Edition

Whether it is literal or symbolic, today’s art selection is about the embrace. Embracing romance, sensuality, bonding, divine love, all will apply. Rather than posting some snarkfest or relay bitter musings on love life of my past, I prefer to heal the heart with some exquisite paintings by a variety of artists. HEART = ART = LOVE so heart is my medicine!  Happy Valentine’s Day!  ❤ ❤ ❤

Do enjoy!

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What do you Embrace?

 

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A Heartful of Wonder

I have created this piece for my Divine Mission-Possible blogging challenge. Visit here for all the details and to see the schedule. Interest in participation has been low this time around. But you can change that in an instant!

Please join us now and make this year’s challenge the best one yet!

This topic of life mission is an easy one for me to address because I ruminate about it all the time. As I entered middle age and witnessed the loss of many of my friends’ parents and many of my relatives, the grip of time became tighter. Time continues to speed up so fast that when I plan events many months in advance, I recognize that they will arrive in what appears to be only a week or two. So what have I done so far and is there a point to my existence?  I have felt quite depressed for the past few weeks, considering if I have veered way off course. It is so tempting to focus solely on the regrets, errors, losses, pain, and disappointment.  But such a narrow perspective can be a distraction from where this sea of memories has transported me thus far.

I was a very quiet, reserved child who felt different and in the way somehow. I spent plenty of my days passively observing the world around me. My sensitivity, curiosity and imagination have been profoundly obvious from the start and it took me some practice to cultivate the gifts they could provide. The ability to delight in the grace of artistry have given me comfort beyond description. When I was able to transcend early despair and woundedness, I could access joy through a kaleidoscopic lens.

So much pain created so much chaos, but the correct people and opportunities presented me with the ability to discover what moved me. Writing, astrology, and spelling of all things, taught me how to channel my imagination, wonder, and visual acuity into form. I think that I was a great speller because I had an uncanny ability to visualize words. I no longer possess that ability, but excelling and competing in spelling gave me confidence that was sorely needed as a child.

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My love of beauty led me to draw as my curiosity led to studying astrology. Drawing still relaxes me and conversing with a client about their birth chart brings all the analysis and attention to symbols and patterns to life. It is so natural to understand why certain aspects of mysticism are effortless to me now. I honestly prefer what comes easily to me, but that is not what I apparently signed up for. If earthly life could only be an impressionist painting, waiting for me to dive in and immerse my soul in its delicacy and shimmering rays of bliss?

I do relate to the idea of a lightworker and have for quite a good while. I was around before the harmonic convergence, before ” New Age ” became a thing. I was coming into my own during the swirling, hazy Seventies, where the experimentation and boundary blurring of the Sixties had shaped our Western world through a technicolor lifestyle. I decided while in high school that I wanted to become a therapist and a writer, and make my impact on brightening up the planet. Like many of us, I longed to fix the brokenness around me and inside me. I retain some of that idealism, but am much more incarnation-fatigued than ever before.

I came here to heal, teach, inspire and share cumulative knowledge through the occult, psychic/intuitive abilities,  creative impulses and wit. Yeah, I came in naturally witty ( Moon in Gemini). It has taken decades to see a clear path through my lineage and probable past lifetimes here and elsewhere. While the specifics are not absolute, the residue has led me to this conclusion. I am not certain about all the other labels we humans like to give ourselves, but I have been taught since my twenties that the planet would be transforming in a radical way. I do not have distinct memories of planning this lifetime, nor am I being informed of this by guides. Working on myself and serving others has provided me with this inner knowing.

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Am I grateful to be alive here and now? Not usually, no. The past 6 years or so have been incredibly terrifying and heart wrenching for me a good deal of the time. I have written extensively about the difficulties so I will not rehash them again. The grip on my neck is tightening and the stakes are higher. Or they seem to be. I am not always clear on how much more hardship is in store for us individually or universally. I do feel that I am on a mission and that without all the early blows and ancestral damage, the motivation may not have been in full force. I have read from several sources that old-time lightworkers lost their way because they became inundated with the harshness of the material overlay that can hinder the development of consciousness. I know this is true for me. But I have not given up, not entirely. On countless occasions, an unexpected, often subtle sign would appear, helping my melt away my despair, albeit temporarily. The more I love, the more my heart opens. The more vulnerable I allow myself to remain, the greater is the likelihood of pain and grief to penetrate my soul. But here’s the thing; my soul is so much bigger than little I, so much stronger than this body that I am renting by the hour. So I do the best I can, and when I need to rest, I rest. A full heart is a mixed blessing, but in the unlimited realms from where we all originate(and currently reside in parallel realities), blessings are infinite.

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By Cekli829 (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

5 Year Blogiversary ~ Intentions in Process

Can you believe it,  litebeing chronicles is five years old! This blog has become a boisterous, temperamental 5-year-old, finding its voice and asserting its creative muscle day-to-day, from draft to publish. I am featuring a new drawing and tagline to celebrate another exciting year of blogging and building community.

A few months back, Sue Dreamwalker commented that I create some new artwork to reflect a fresh outlook. You can read the blog that inspired her comment here.  The image above  is my re-imagining of my healing journey. The grand canyon in the Western US is my muse, along with the recent transit of Saturn in Capricorn. Since I have my natal Saturn in Capricorn, it is “right on time.” The grand canyon is a kaleidoscope of earth and sky and light, punctuated by wildlife and human interactions. Saturn in Capricorn symbolizes navigating obstacles and delays with patience, persistence, humility, and grace.

I apparently chose the same color palette as my Colonodyssey piece,  but that is where the similarities end. Without hyper-analysis, I see this drawing as flowing with movement, soft in mood, and focused upward. Perhaps in time more nuanced symbolism will reveal itself. I am pleased to have finished the piece, which I nurtured slowly and spontaneously.

Along with the art, I crafted a new tagline to celebrate my 5th blogging year: separation interrupted, evolution imminentI really like the phrase Girl, Interrupted, taken from the film of the same name. Then I combined it with my reaction to the separation by adding evolution imminent.

I see this phrase as a description of my writing, my spiritual journey, and of the planet at large. The concept of separation is taken from A Course in Miracles, where it is seen as the illusion of disconnect from Source.  Collective separation is on the wane, and ascension is imminent. The tricky part is determining exactly how imminent and what ascension/evolution/at-one-ment will look like. I do not have the answers. The words came to me and I just jotted them down and edited the tagline, that’s all! We shall see how this tagline plays out, for myself, my writing, and the highest good for Gaia.

As many readers know, I deliberated chose 1-11 as my blog birthday because I had been seeing 11s and 1s repeatedly as numerical sequences everywhere and with increasing frequency. As it turns out, 2018 is an 11 year.  2 + 1 +8 equals 11.  11 is a master number , which holds a higher vibrational frequency. It signifies inspiration and all things mystical. It is also a double one, emphasizing innovation, self, independence, and mastery. When not approached with loving intentions, an 11 can be reduced to a 2, which centers around relationships and duality.

Check out these links to learn more about the electric and exuberant eleven:

http://www.whats-your-sign.com/spiritualmeaningofnumbereleven.html

https://feliciabender.com/2018-a-master-11-2-universal-year-the-overall-theme-is-love/

So what are my intentions for this 5th blogging year? The number 5 deals with adventure, movement, and travel and is associated with the planet Mercury so perhaps my evolution will include some or all of those directions. The 5th dimension is where we are ultimately headed as a planetary species, so that is another clue. While I am not living there in physical form all the time, I have occasional fleeting glimpses of the plane where divine love and effortless manifestation reside.

I have not formally set any intentions yet, except to make good on some promises to publish a few posts from 2017 that eluded me. I also want to share my genealogy findings, interview some folks, and bring some more awareness to addiction and mental illness as they pertain to the spiritual path. Beyond that, I need to take some time to see if there are new avenues for me to explore creatively.

 

Which topics are you interested in ?

Please let me know your preferences in the comments section.

I always love to hear from you!

 

I have drawn some cards for the new year and many of them point to passion for work, fertility, creativity, love, inner reflection, and masculine energy. It is interesting how so many of the cards within this reading and together with last lunation’s reading focus on the same themes. Since my blog documents the curiosity and awe that appear as light in my life, it is likely that these themes will show up here at WordPress. Speaking of WordPress, here’s to an awesome birthday for WP founder Matt Mullenweg. Cheers!

Thanks to all my fellow writers and readers who share the lite with me from post to post and comment to comment. We are all in this together!

Blessings, Linda aka litebeing

 

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Transparently Yours

Life requires courage, only the bold can continue to breathe in and breathe out. Existence on planet Earth, not for the faint of heart. Walking the path is the hero’s journey only. Cowards need not apply here. Fear is never far away, only a nuanced, inkling separates the being from the trap of despair.

Nature has its own secrets, only for the properly initiated. The rest of us counts the seconds, minutes, hours, between the first squeal and the final gasp. Linear time is a game that is tempting at first glance. And yet, the only way out is to quit playing.

The ocean is no joke. Either you learn to ride the waves or the waves ride you. Power is the ability to influence and Gaia’s a powerful mistress. Obey the silent cry within, never stray far from your truth, your core. Otherwise you may find your essence scattered into the center of a salt crystal, where no-thing can hear you cry.

How can you tell the direction of the fates? The sky can fool the best of them with its wily ways. Clouds are shape-shifters and the sun can play hide and seek like a crack-addicted rabbit with ADHD. If you don’t believe this, go follow Uranus on a cantankerous Leo day and report back with all the details.

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What can a simple soul do when she feels the breeze but her heart no longer feels the relief it delivers? Is there solace to discover? Are the winds of change a blessing or a flukey hoax? Where does the joy go when no one can dance with her in an instant? Does she linger in the shadows, waiting for time and space to dissolve? Perhaps joy’s promise can raise the shadows to meet the heart on its own terms.

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Art is My Medicine ~ Pre Libra Full Moon Post Mercury Retrograde Edition

Hey litebeings!

As I continue to struggle to process a myriad of emotions within me during a difficult challenge, I yearn to express myself in words. I have done some journaling and have found it cathartic. I also meditated today with the new Oprah/Deepak Chopra series entitled Hope in Uncertain Times. As we integrate this powerful full moon and begin yet another Mercury retrograde cycle, self-care is more essential than ever. While this is a good start, I am too overwhelmed to create a coherent blog today.

But that does not mean I cannot share some art therapy that is guaranteed to lift spirits and lighten one’s burdens. My inspiration today came via a painting that appeared in my Facebook news feed. I invite you to take in the magic of Odilon Redon. I have featured his work here a few times before and the more I discover, the more joy inhabits my being. Let’s honor Libra’s ruler Venus with boundless beauty.

Enjoy the view :

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Wishing you a spectacular Libra Full Moon!

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Monet 1874 ~ A Slice of Time

Hello litebeings!

Welcome to all the new followers and thank you for witnessing my journey. You are now “official” litebeings.  No strings attached. Just breathe and be you.

I am doing well today, the ” I” being my physical body. I have plenty to say, but my drafts need more time for refinement and digestion.  And yet, I want to share something now.  So I considered that Spring is twinkling on my part of the planet and Monet’s art is such a representation of Spring. Here are a few pieces completed in 1874. Why 1874 you ask?

Why not

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Wishing you iridescent goodness wherever you find yourself in this slice of time.

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Words and Pictures

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Words and Pictures is a film I have longed to see for a good while. The draw for me is my passion for both writing and the visual arts. It had alluded me at the theater and disappeared from cable and Netflix without warning. It reappeared this week on On Demand fortunately.

Mini-review: This film is about two lonely, wounded artists who find one another and challenge each other to become better versions of themselves. The acting is magnificent. Juliette Binoche and Clive Owen are beautifully matched here. I am a fan of both in such films as Chocolat, Bee Season, Croupier, and Closer. But I would be inclined to say they gave better performances in this piece. I appreciated mostly the nuances in what wasn’t said, the intricacies expressed by their facial expressions were on full display.

The main premise asks the question: Which medium is more moving , pictures or words? While the answer still remains a mystery, the film uses both words and visuals to provide drama, inspiration, and some comic relief. Both main characters struggle with loss, failure, and emotional vulnerability. It seems like they have become reduced to lifeless, half-dead, shells. But life has other plans….

The purpose of this post is to pair images with words and have you, the reader, decide your preference. I am pairing the paintings of J. E. H. MacDonald and the words of  poets from Love Poems from God and quotes by The Book of Awakening by Mark Nepo for your enjoyment and comparison.

First pairing:

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I WOULD CEASE TO BE by St. Teresa of Avila

God

dissolved

my mind – my separation.

I cannot describe now my intimacy with Him.

How dependent is your body’s life on water and food and air?

I said to God ” I will always be unless you cease to Be.”

And my Beloved replied, ” And I

would cease to Be

if you

died.”

Second pairing:

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LIKE ROOTS by St. Thomas of Assisi

Our hands imbibe like roots

so I place them on what is beautiful in this world.

And I fold them in prayer, and they

draw from the heavens

light.

Third pairing:

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The stream of life that runs through the world,

runs through my veins.  ~  Rabindranath Tagore

Fourth pairing:

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And then the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk to bloom.  ~ Anais Nin

Final reflections ~

This is not a contest, just merely an exercise to focus on the wonder of the written word and the dance of color and light. I will admit that blogging has afforded me the luxury of marrying my words with art, a luxury I am unlikely to relinquish without a fight.

The beauty of Words and Pictures is the restoration of the main characters. This is a partial restoration or reset point. While neither one goes back in time, before the damage and wounds set in, they emerge lively and prolific once more. Compromises were made and risks were taken. Through this process, rebirth prevailed.

Happy Spring from litebeing,

May you embrace your inner Easter.

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Art is My Medicine ~ Neptunian Splendour

This is the next installment in the occasional series I call Art is My Medicine ~ highlighting the healing magic of visual art. These past few days we have been graced with both a Neptune Sun conjunction and Pisces Sun trine Scorpio Moon. These energies naturally lead me to revel in the boundless magnificence of all creative endeavors. On this auspicious Leap Day I am featuring the paintings of  Mikalojus Ciurlionis. A couple of his masterpieces can also be found here. Join me as I ride the waves of colour, texture, and interplay of light.

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