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Saturday, 6 June 2015

Keeping it real with Frizzy Lizzy

Keeping it real with Frizzy Lizzy

I have a friend by the name of Yolanda. She died this morning, very early. Before the sun came up, she went out. She was 86 in terms of Earth-years. She is now in a place where time does not mean anything.

I cannot say that I had a friend because I so not believe that she no longer exists. Indeed, I believe that she does still exist. She may have died in this world, but she has gone on to a better existence in another place. She is at a party where the potato chips are not soggy, and the beer has not been watered down.

Yolanda and I have been friends for what passes for a lifetime in this world's view. She took to me as I did to her and the fact that there is a twenty-two-year difference in our ages made very little difference to us.

About seven years ago she had a stroke that robbed her of sight in her right eye, much of her hearing, her balance, and her physical strength. She was always a vigorous woman who loved every animal the Lord saw fit to create. Her yard became a feeding place for crows, seagulls, robins, doves, flickers, chickadees, cardinals, skunks, raccoons, weasels, feral cats, and anything else that was hungry.

She must have been a pioneer in the field of pet therapy because it was at least thirty years ago that she took two of her dogs to visit those in need of a companion in local nursing homes and the hospital. She did that for twenty-one years! If you happen to see an entry in the Wikipedia for a “pet lady,” please read on and see if Yolanda's picture is not somewhere in the article.

The old girl was what I call a “shit-stirrer-upper.” That differs from a “shit disturber” by quite a bit. A “disturber” starts a fight simply for the sake of seeing the misery and discord it generates. A “stirrer-upper” will shake the status quo, but only for a good reason. And so it is in the village where she made her home for thirty-seven years that Yolanda stirred shit and the village installed a central drinking water and sewage disposal system. It's because of her instigation that things are cleaner and safer there.

I was living in Vancouver, British Columbia when Yolanda had her stroke. Although she told us of her stroke in phone calls, she was not one to dwell on what she had lost as a result of it. I did not know what it had done to her until I returned to Ontario six years later.

When I got back, I found an older, somewhat bent-over Yolanda. She still had her sense of humor, but it was darker, more of a “gallows humor” than it had been. We became quite close when she was preparing to leave her house to sell it and move into a nursing home. It was no secret that she had physical disabilities, and I adjusted my thinking to deal with blindness, deafness, and needing a cane to move about safely. That was easy. Even her state of dementia was not hard to handle. I looked upon all that hindered her as physical disabilities and treated her as I would hope to be treated myself.

It took very little time to form a routine of seeing her at least twice a week, once to take her shopping, and once to visit her at home to see how she was doing. I also came whenever she called me. She was judicious about that because she did not want to wear me out. But I never felt like she was intruding. I am retired. Where am I going that I cannot share the time with her?

Yolanda came to trust me as a business and financial advisor and confidant, and I accepted that position with great humility and gratitude. It's not every day that someone trusts anyone not to talk their private business with others. I also had the passwords and PINs for her ATM and credit cards, and I treated that like the sacred trust that it was.

Whenever she got something in the mail that she did not understand (and that was quite often), she would call me. We would sit together to read it. I would then interpret it into informal diction Canadian English, and tell her if it would cost her anything to respond to it, or if it meant money coming into her accounts.

What I have been trying to say through all of this is that Yolanda's friendship and trust are two of the finest gifts I have ever had the privilege to receive. They rank with those that my late father showed me, and I love him dearly, too.

In her last weeks, Yolanda had many physical setbacks. She fell one morning while she was doing one of the things that she loved to do. She was line dancing! She fell flat on her face, literally, and got a knot on her forehead that was the size of a goose egg. That landed her in the hospital. The fall injured her neck, hands, arms, and shoulders, and the doctors were afraid that she had broken her neck. Many X-rays, MRI exams, and tests later they determined that her neck was alright, but she was still unable to walk, sit in a chair, or hold anything in her hands.

She was in the hospital for about three weeks. Her stay was protracted and complicated by pneumonia. That did her in. Although she was released to return to her bed at the nursing home, she never bounced back. She just became progressively weaker and died to this world. But she began a new life in the next with all of the pets that she loved so dearly, every one of them waiting on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.

I did not write this because I needed to take stock of my friendship with Yolanda or my belief in the after-this-life. I wrote this in the hope that you might see the value in befriending an older person, be it one in your family or an unrelated friend. I received far more from our friendship than she could have ever guessed while she was in this world. I had the chance to be a trusted friend, confidant, and to serve someone who had served so many others. That is reward enough for me. If the opportunity to be a friend and to serve presents itself to you, please consider taking it. Let yourself smile within because you are making the life of an elderly person that much more meaningful and pleasant for them. If you do that, you will have a smile on your face to show your friend and the world that they, and your service to them, are truly a blessing.

By Paula Koval

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Thursday, 4 June 2015

What Is So Rare As A Day In June?

What Is So Rare As A Day In June?

James Russell Lowell

Hi dear friends and followers, today I would like to present to you a poem  written by a poet named James Russell Lowell, he was an American romantic poet. Thank you very much for visiting my blog, enjoy the poem

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature's palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o'errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?

Now is the high-tide of the year,
And whatever of life hath ebbed away
Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer,
Into every bare inlet and creek and bay;
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,
We are happy now because God wills it;
No matter how barren the past may have been,
'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green;
We sit in the warm shade and feel right well
How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell;
We may shut our eyes but we cannot help knowing
That skies are clear and grass is growing;
The breeze comes whispering in our ear,
That dandelions are blossoming near,
That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing,
That the river is bluer than the sky,
That the robin is plastering his house hard by;
And if the breeze kept the good news back,
For our couriers we should not lack;
We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing,
And hark! How clear bold chanticleer,
Warmed with the new wine of the year,
Tells all in his lusty crowing!

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how;
Everything is happy now,
Everything is upward striving;
'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true
As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,
'Tis for the natural way of living:
Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
In the unscarred heaven they leave not wake,
And the eyes forget the tears they have shed,
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache;
The soul partakes the season's youth,
And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe
Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth,
Like burnt-out craters healed with snow.

James Russell Lowell (/ˈləl/; February 22, 1819 – August 12, 1891) was an American Romantic poet, critic, editor, and diplomat. He is associated with the Fireside Poets, a group of New England writers who were among the first American poets who rivaled the popularity of British poets. These poets usually used conventional forms and meters in their poetry, making them suitable for families entertaining at their fireside.

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Wednesday, 3 June 2015

Being an Empath: Unfolding the Higher Paradigm

Being an Empath: Unfolding the Higher Paradigm

Hi dear friends and followers, thank you for visiting my blog. 

In our last posting, we talked about the gift of empathy and the potential cost for using that gift if you are an empath. This posting can give you some information that might help you to live more comfortably with your gift through understanding what it is and what is expected of you by your harshest critic: yourself. Take five and enjoy

A paradigm is a way of doing things that has become adopted by a large segment of society, or societies, over time. For example, until the invention of the steam engine, horsepower and raw muscle were the paradigm for getting work done. Prior to the widespread use of the personal computer and the Internet, the postal mail was the paradigm for sending written correspondence.

Imagine being able to feel and sense everything, whether positive or negative around you, 24/7. An Empath can’t turn off empathy (unlike someone who is perhaps 'empathising'). It is possibly one of the most challenging of psychic gifts to master. I am an Empath, who has spent nearly two decades, since awakening, mastering my empathic nature. It is an ongoing process. I am still not perfect and not sure that I ever will be while incarnated here. I am however content, despite the challenges of integration, as I see it as an incredible gift to humanity.

Empaths incarnate into this world without a manual. Some seem quite blessed in that they bring with them the memories of mastery from past lives. Even then, the remembering is often a difficult course in itself. To add to the confusion, most Empaths cannot tell the difference between their energy and someone else’s. Something happened on my journey where I just ‘got’ the difference. It came from increased presence. There is a subtle vibrational difference that we can discern when we are fully present. Attaining presence within spiritual evolution is a key to mastering empathic gifts that I cannot over emphasise.

Everything is energy

Everything is energy, pulsating particular vibrations. Since an Empath feels the energy, just like a living person breathes air, it is understandable why a few issues might arise as an earth-incarnated-being. Humanity (apart from perhaps indigenous cultures), is one big confusing energetic vibrational mess! The modern world is a melting pot of fractured and frantic energies. For example, loaded emotional projection; hidden agendas (whether personal or global); wi-fi, mobile phone radiation; electrical gadget emissions; multimedia marketing designed to allure and captivate; highly processed foods; TV; and the thudding din of consumerism; the list goes on and on.

Empaths will feel the energy in the field, feel the energy of the conversation, feel body language, feel words used (or not used) without intellectual interpretation. They will intuitively know what an energy is ‘really’ about despite what is communicated on the surface. They will also know what a person is saying, no matter what words are being offered.

Because of the tendency for people to hide the full story, or try to control the situation, an empath will tend to feel an inner conflict or inability to process the enormity of the engagement. One of the main problems for Empaths is the lack of transparency and honesty in the world and the consequent resentment of having to process all the energy that is not in full view. Of course lots of these sensitive beings also struggle with things that are in full view too.

"Make it go away!!!"

Most people who have this trait do not see it as a gift. I would more often expect to hear the pleading cries to make it stop. Initially, it often involves being so overwhelmed with feeling the energy that it is challenging to function in an ordinary sense. Empaths often come across as over emotional, at times others become emotionally detached to cope. It wouldn't be unusual that they might just 'freak out', without apparent cause. They often prefer their own company and don’t like to build many personal relationships.

In my early days, I used to cry out to the universe
"I don’t want to feel all this energy - it’s not mine"...
the universe would always reply that it is a gift.
“How on earth is this a gift!!!”

I often found it difficult to get close to people in a personal ‘every day’ sense. It would drive me nuts, so I would prefer independence or distance. A comfortable level of detachment and contentment with only a couple of close friends still feels very natural to me. In a way, it's a saving grace.

Powerful impetus to sort it out

The initial overwhelming intensity served a wonderful purpose for me. It evoked a powerful yearning to master my unique configuration here as an earth-being. It created the impetus for me to come to terms with my natural born empath traits and master them, eventually finding a high altitude of peace and functionality with it all.

The importance of releasing emotional attachment

Releasing emotional attachment is the main key to mastery. Most Empaths suffer because they cannot release their personal emotional attachment to feelings. If we let go of attachment, it doesn’t mean we won’t feel. It just means that we don’t get tangled in the feeling anymore. It means we can watch as things happen and discern that ‘that isn’t us’, ‘that isn’t our own feeling’ and begin to embrace when we are DIVINELY GIVEN to take action or not.

For me this involved years of becoming consciously aware and centred. Once I started coming from a centred place of presence, I began to discern what I was meant to do, releasing emotional attachment to both that which is not for me and that which was. This is a very powerful factor as it means that we can still feel the energy empathically, but it doesn’t bother us adversely any more. We can act in infinitely more divine service when we are not attached emotionally. In fact unless we come from this place, we would tend to make a situation worse not better. That’s the bottom line. It means we feel the energy with the deepest compassion, yet we can truly hold the space for another. In so doing, we reflect the light of benevolence, allowing healing to take place.

Finding inner peace and stability

Daily centering, meditation practice, yoga, compassionate eating, conscious lifestyle, conscious choices that cleanse our energy field and promote centredness will all help big time! Being in nature serves to recentre and recharge depleted energies. Spending regular time in solitude away from idle chatter and drama can be invaluable. I would say that making sure that a bare minimum of half an hour per day consciously looking after yourself is crucial. The more the better. The above are very important. There may also be many other ways, such as swimming in the ocean, hill walking, having a bath with oils or salt, giving yourself a foot massage, listening to your favourite music, playing an instrument, conscious bodywork or massage... basically whatever it is that helps you maintain balance and build up your sense of inner peace and stability.

Another important key is ownership. If you have the trait, then to deny it just makes it worse and ensures that our spiritual evolution is dysfunctional. Our evolution will happen when we embrace our unique configuration. So we need to be 100% honest with ourselves and know that it will get much easier the more and more present with become with it. The only way out is through.

Without these practices it is very difficult (I am not sure if it is even possible) to master being an empath here. So if the motivation is a little lacking, JUST DO IT anyway until you find a rhythm to your daily life that you see working.

A true gift of benevolence

So whether you are an empath or you know one personally, hopefully this is helpful in some way.
I truly believe that, the challenges as highlighted are there to help us refine and alchemically transform this true gift of benevolence. The gifts of empathy have the power to really make a difference in this world. This is what most people who feel the call of Divine Service long for, to be able to help others in a life changing way.

An evolved Empath has the natural ability to connect on a Soul level, helping to release blocked energy with another. An Empath, if given, can also release coagulated energy within the field at large, discerning between what is benevolent and what is not.

Whether an Empath not, if we can all work together with our gifts we can allow this higher paradigm of to unfold together.


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Monday, 1 June 2015

Five of the Worst Ways to be an Empath

Five of the Worst Ways to be an Empath 
 A negative effect of empathy.

My quote from yesterday
Ever feel an ominous presence somewhere near you, yet there is nothing there you can see. You tingle all over and your skin crawls then you scream! then everything goes away as suddenly as it came “Poof!” gone. 
By Cindy G 

Hi dear friends and followers. Today we take a look at the negative and positive experiences of an empath. To those who are not acquainted with the term emapth, empathy is not the same as being telepathic. In my opinion empathy goes even deeper then another person's chaotic thoughts, or so that would be how an empath would describe it. Enough from me, enjoy the read and thank you for visiting my blog

Five of the Worst Ways to be an Empath 
Lauren Simpson-Green

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.” ~ Elisabeth Kübler-Ross Having discovered you are to some degree, an empath, and that all those years of thorn tingling feelings and draining encounters really meant something. 

Having discovered the reason why you love people yet avoid them at all costs as they make your head spin and have a difficult time building balanced relationships that don’t leave you feeling resentful if not bitter and angry. You’re probably ready to start confronting those confusing and infuriating emotions by taking action. But first, let’s locate exactly what not to do. Resistance Your chosen path is as an empath, and it will happen whether you like it or not. 

Having been unaware for so long, you may have been dragged through the experience backwards and have accumulated a fair amount of bitterness if not despair about why this keeps happening to you. Every time you forgive others for their atrocious behaviour, for downright taking advantage and walking all over you, you find that you fall straight back into the trap and spend days and weeks, if not years resenting them (and are secretly angry at yourself for allowing it to happen).
Victimization In social situations you soak up everyone else’s shit and willingly take the flak for every little invisible tension or thing that goes wrong, letting others gang up on you and dump all their projections onto you. You probably do this on a subconscious level in order that everyone is able to enjoy a certain level of comfort or distraction from their own downfalls, that’s detrimental to yourself of course. You willingly become the victim; letting the hailstorm of emotions swirling around you hit you full force and worst of all… you believe you deserve it. You become the people pleaser, the scapegoat and the fool.

Karmic Patterns To be honest, the reason that you have become an empath is probably because you have chosen, in this life or beyond, that you would have an intense and probably unpleasant… if not entirely terrifying experience. These might include the experience of death firsthand (see the Orphan Archetype), a public downfall (killed in a riot, accused of witchcraft), a grand scale or group suffering (war, the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, the sinking of the Titanic) or many other thousands of possibilities that allowed you to experience the height of human suffering. 

This might have happened in this lifetime and you’re aware of it, but you must understand that your soul chose to experience it in order to get where you are now. Feeling like everyone’s enemy is often also the path of the famous as they are more vulnerable and open to negative energy and harmful thoughts against them as well as criticism, doubt and vampirism. 

Soaking up others emotions on a daily basis is exhausting in itself, but if you are the sort of empath who is a people pleaser, you will also let everyone gang up on you. You mislead others into thinking you’re a child or emotionally weak in order to relieve those awkward situations and let them dump it all on you. Your low self worth and low self respect lead to this (having decided that you deserve it – victimization), and that cycle of victimization only leads to more exhaustion.

You have become concave, withdrawn, a vacuum of energy and are unable to draw any boundaries. The fact that you chose this path, which means you are stronger than you could ever imagine, makes no difference. You are completely cut off from your higher self and the divine and have no energy to look at basic daily functions such as looking after yourself and making a living let alone shining your bright light and lifting up others around you (which you have an inkling you should be doing.) The realization that you feel far from your true path only adds to the exhaustion. 

Giving Up
Being totally overwhelmed by the lesson you have chosen, you’ve caved in. You have let people walk all over you for so long, you’ve shut down. Your armor is so thick most people are put off before you even give them a chance to get to know you. You have become so numb and angry that you’ve completely shut the world out. As sad as it is, the hole isn’t as deep as you think. 

People respond to your energy, and as sensitive and sponge-like as you may feel, you have the ability to easily transcend the complex swirls of emotion. Having worked on your boundaries, you are able to lift your head out of the pool and see the bigger picture. By realizing that you are in complete control and always have been, you are able to stop being the victim and direct your energy from your centre rather than the outside to become the shining light you truly are and do the work you set out to do. Image Source Woman art Near death experience Empath

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Sunday, 31 May 2015

June comes dancing

June comes dancing

Hi dear friends and followers. Today I have a love poem for you, composed by by Claude McKay
Take 5, relax and enjoy. Thank you. 

When June comes dancing o'er the death of May, 
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, 
And mating thrushes ushering in her day, 
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest, 

I always see the evening when we met-- 
The first of June baptized in tender rain-- 
And walked home through the wide streets, gleaming wet, 
Arms locked, our warm flesh pulsing with love's pain. 

I always see the cheerful little room, 
And in the corner, fresh and white, the bed, 
Sweet scented with a delicate perfume, 
Wherein for one night only we were wed; 

Where in the starlit stillness we lay mute, 
And heard the whispering showers all night long, 
And your brown burning body was a lute 
Whereon my passion played his fevered song. 

When June comes dancing o'er the death of May, 
With scarlet roses staining her fair feet, 
My soul takes leave of me to sing all day 
A love so fugitive and so complete. 

Claude McKay (1890 - 1948)

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