September ~ Behold the Parfait

Ahh, finally September. The idea of September comforts me. Maybe it has to do with the Earth Wind and Fire song of the same name, or because it signals the end of humid oppressive weather. Maybe I associate this month with hope.  I am just so ready to move on. But to where, to what?

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When I consider my evolution, the parfait comes to mind. The image above is a strawberry sundae, but you get the idea. It is about the different layers. Reading about parallel universes and varying levels of consciousness have influenced me greatly over the summer. While I draw no conclusions, I see how this metaphor can be effective. Take yesterday for example: I wake up from a positive loving dream. I feel open, confident, and cared for. In waking life, all sorts of shit hits the fan. Most of it stems from dealing with people who lack consciousness. Now I understand there are times when I am one of those people, but I am talking about people who you want to trust, but show you otherwise. You give them the benefit of the doubt and you stretch your patience. You see the beauty within them and hope for the best. When you reach your boundary, you express your feelings with truth and some diplomacy. You receive defensiveness, no accountability, and anger in return.

Have any of you experienced this?

With Venus about to complete her retrograde cycle, I have been feeling sadness deepen within me. This sadness has inspired me in the examining of past relationships. I keep coming back to the quote ” When people show you who they are, believe them.” I learned years ago not to accept one’s words over actions. We are much more than either words or actions, but they are indicators of our level of awareness at a point in time and space.

I am happy to report that I am not judging myself for giving people the benefit of the doubt. I lead with my intuition and I would do so again. When I reflect on past romances and consider excuses, manipulations, and blatant dishonesty, I feel less bitter.

People are flawed and we do the best we can. Like Matt Kahn says, it is not about just hanging out with people at your level or trying to convince others that you know the way. Have you ever called a liar a liar? Have you ever called a manipulator a manipulator? It accomplishes nothing. I refuse to see people who behave this way as reflections of me anymore. It is not that simple and never was.

When I notice how my big open heart invites some to take advantage, I fight the tendency to close down. I enjoy being full of love. My Dexter taught me well. In his absence I truly feel the sadness of being disconnected. I have so few people in my life that really know me and offer me unconditional love. I could adopt another cat and be done with it. I probably will adopt when I am ready.

But in this transitional period I travel from layer to layer. I allow the extreme sadness to stay with me until it dissipates. I enjoy my dream state and meditative states of being. Which layer is more real? I don’t know.   At some levels of consciousness, all is well exactly as it is. I grasp the panoramic view where my soul is delighting in my incarnation. I continue to be grateful for the big and little things, the organic dates and fresh guacamole, the magical powers of probiotics, an unexpected breeze, a smile that appears on my face…

Wishing you a multilayered September full of revelations and love.

 

 

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A True Story

longwood142015Yesterday I was on the phone with my mother. We were discussing the mail. I was telling her that most of my mail has been comprised lately of bills. She agreed with me. I then replied ” It would be nice if instead of receiving requests to take my money, I would receive something telling me that I would be given money.” She responded “That would probably only happen if you won the lottery.”  I replied  ” Yeah, you are right.”

longwood12015While we were chatting, I went to the my mailbox and took my phone with me. As I opened up the mailbox, I looked inside and retrieved two envelopes. One was from a credit card provider and the other from my health insurance company. The health insurance company has been consistently sending me copies of claims since my discharge from the hospital. I told my mom “I got 2 more bills!” I went back inside and went to the table. I opened up the envelopes: One contained a bill. The other envelope had a fat check in it with my name on it. It was written out to me. “I gotta go now. Goodbye.”

longwood72015Let me clarify that the check was from the insurance company for me to use to pay a medical provider. It was very odd and I called them to verify that it was not a mistake. They assured me that it was not a mistake and they directed me to use the check to pay for part of the service rendered. But what was wild was the timing. I cannot remember receiving a check from my health insurer in decades, not since  I had a major medical plan. It was so long ago I barely remember it, at least twenty years ago. So imagine my surprise with the timing of my phone call and receiving the check! Was it an example of psychic ability or something more? Could it be that I am beginning to turn events around? I am not depositing the check yet. I am holding onto it as a symbol of positive manifestation.

Now if it was from the State Lottery…….

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A Lifetime of Miracles

 I am not really a holiday person. I have written about this before. Yet at certain times in my life I have wished to embrace and experience firsthand the ” miracles of the season” that many have talked about. So far this season has been bleak for me. Yet this morning I looked out the window and noticed the birds are back. And I spotted a lone red bird ….

So I am reposting my poem Grace Everpresent as my Winter Solstice Message to you. There are many who are in need of love, abundance, comfort, etc at this time. I feel for you. I know you. I AM you.

WISHING YOU BLESSINGS AND A LIFETIME OF LIGHT

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Grace Everpresent

Where is Grace?

Grace is realizing the car keys are in your other pocket

Grace is when the cop gives you a warning this time

Grace is when the red birds descend on your terrace ” just because”

Grace is when you discover your checkbook error

that you subtracted one hundred dollars by mistake

Grace is when the sky opens and the sun tells the clouds to get lost for a spell

Grace is the neighbor’s cat who snuggles with you after yours has passed away

Grace is the stranger who helps you pick up your groceries off the floor

Grace is the MRI that reveals you don’t have that illness after all

Grace is accepting what is and surviving with renewed hope

Grace is a whole heart after a lifetime of shatters and scars

Grace is a million new beginnings

Grace is finding love way past your prime

Grace is everpresent

© litebeing chronicles 2013

update:

I wrote this poem , or rather this poem wrote me, from a place filled with a mixture of despair, emptiness, hope, and gratitude. Your response has been wonderful and I thank you.  My poetry has always been fueled by intense emotion and manifests only when it is good and ready. Stay tuned for new arrivals in future posts.

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