tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69079755049750113592024-03-13T06:04:42.445-07:00Serene Expressions A METAPHYSICAL BLOGLisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.comBlogger226125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-81768690125407027222020-03-30T10:45:00.000-07:002020-03-30T11:00:46.725-07:00Lessons from Covid-19: Cycles of Life<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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While people around the globe are sheltered-in-place during this pandemic, groups are gathering together virtually on Zoom so that they can still have human connection. People have access to their families, they are having virtual parties, and various interest and support groups are meeting, as well. It's a great way to unite together in this time of uncertainty.</div>
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Yesterday was the first monthly virtual reunion of the classmates from the Foundation of Shamanic Studies 2-week program last June. About 1/3 of us were able to meet online. Even though nine months have passed since we had all seen each other, my feelings hadn't changed. Hair may have grown or changed color and mustaches may have suddenly appeared, but other than that, it felt as though no time had really passed.</div>
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In this group, we talked about the elephant in the room<span style="border: 1pt none; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; padding: 0in;">—</span>Covid-19. We discussed how we were feeling. We discussed various Shamanic journeys we had regarding the subject. And we even managed to have a few laughs, as well.</div>
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One person mentioned how he has been sensing "The Eye of Time" through this ordeal. He was curious if we would be interested in journeying to this to see what comes up for us. We didn't have time during our discussion, but later that afternoon, I was involved with another Shamanic group, and it was here where I would find my answer.</div>
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Originally, when the man in my class mentioned <i>The Eye of Time</i>, I immediately saw the Eye of Horus in my mind. The Eye of Horus was an ancient Egyptian symbol for the Sky God was also revered as the Hunter, War and Kingship God. According to Wikipedia, the eye symbolizes protection, royal power and good health. </div>
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When I journeyed to <i>The Eye of Time, </i>I expected to see this symbol, but initially that would not be the case. In this forum, I saw it as a 3-dimensional eye<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">—</span>as though it were a living entity that was feminized, but not necessarily female. I felt safe around this entity and knew I was about to have a lesson shared.</div>
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I asked what it is I need to learn from <i>The Eye of Time. </i>I was told that it was time to remember that time is <i>cyclical</i>. Our ancestors knew this, of course, but in the hustle bustle of our current culture, particularly in the last century, we have lost that understanding. I was told that it is time to honor the hour, the day, the month, the season (the season was particularly strong), and longer periods of time, a well (centuries, millenniums, eras, etc).</div>
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Okay, that is all well and good, but right now is springtime, I reflected while in the journey space. Springtime is a time of blossoming and it doesn't feel like springtime to most of us out here. It feels more like the winter cycle, in that we are sheltering ourselves and going within.</div>
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"It may feel like you are under a prison sentence and not experiencing springtime, but that is only how it appears. In point of fact, it is in this time that you <i>are</i> blossoming. The damage to this planet and to human beings has been so extensive, that humans need this time of rest, but in the process, blossoming is occurring. We can think of how the caterpillar cocoons itself in order to become the beautiful butterfly. You are in that cocoon stage."</div>
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Finally, I asked about the Eye of Horus and why I saw it when it was brought up in conversation during the virtual reunion. I wondered if it somehow relates to <i>The Eye of Time. </i>I was not disappointed. I could see that the Eye of Horus was being drawn onto our third eyes, so that we could have an understanding of <i>The Eye of Time </i>and its cycles.</div>
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As I reflect upon this message, I think of how I have stayed up too late instead of honoring my body and sleeping when it needs sleep. I have thought about how under normal circumstances, I don't really have a day of rest during the week. I don't honor the days when they are shorter or longer. If I have to get up early to go on my walk so that I can fit it in before work, then so be it. It doesn't matter if it's still dark or not. Have I been honoring the cycles? Not really. But the message has given me food for thought.</div>
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It is during this time of Covid-19 that I <i>have</i> slept more hours each day<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;">. </span>I actually feel rested for the first time in years<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">—</span>literally <i>YEARS.</i> I have been complaining about exhaustion for the last five years and it has seemingly disappeared in two weeks. And that is a good thing! I am determined to reflect more on this message in order to see how I can play my part in honoring the cycles.</div>
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Imagine what would happen if we all did the same. What a beautiful existence on planet Earth it would be.</div>
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Thank you for reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in YOU!)</div>
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Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-48459772485411283362020-03-18T08:43:00.000-07:002020-03-18T11:53:22.228-07:00Releasing Fear and Stepping into Authenticity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know what is going on feels scary, and my heart aches for those hardest hit by world events right now. However, I always try to see my life's circumstances from a Spiritual perspective. Looking within to see the lesson that we all here to learn is important in this time of now.<br />
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Yesterday, when I found out I would be out of work for 3 weeks, I immediately went into fear. How will I pay my bills? But today, as I had a "pajama day" things feel different. For you see, I have been running around non-stop for four years and it feels beautiful to be able to rest, reflect, meditate, write and study. Today was about getting in touch with my True Essence and for that I am grateful. Being able to have the time to do these things are a part of my Authentic Self and I feel that the Universe has gifted me--and all of us this gift of rest and reflection.<br />
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As a society, we have all been on non-stop go for centuries. We work so hard that there is very little time for reflection. There is very little time for authenticity. We have now been given that time.<br />
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We are given this opportunity to shift out the old paradigm and bring forth the new. It feels right--even in the midst of the chaos we are experiencing. Out of chaos new life is formed—always. I feel the shifting tide is here and we are here to ride its wave. Yes, it's scary releasing our old ways of doing things, but that is what we are here to do. The time is now to get in touch with our Hearts and our Inner Wisdom to navigate through this new world.<br />
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That being said, my heart goes out to all of us around the world, particularly for those who have been hardest hit by what's going on. Italy, Iran and the rest. It's not about us versus them. It's about understanding our connection with one another. We are in this together. We are One.<br />
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Sending Prayers, Love, Light and Understanding to all around the world.<br />
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Namaste. (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you).<br />
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To learn more about me and my practice, visit <a href="http://www.lisatunney.com/">www.lisatunney.com</a>.Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-79113679808116895462020-03-15T10:00:00.002-07:002020-03-15T20:25:09.580-07:00Shifting Consciousness in the Time of Coronavirus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The world is going through a seemingly chaotic explosion. The news is laden with information regarding the coronavirus. Grocery aisles have been emptied of supplies. Schools are shutting down. And Disneyland has closed for the remainder of the month. Even Mickey Mouse needs a break.</div>
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From a human perspective, havoc is unpleasant and even terrifying, but from a Spiritual perspective, <b>chaos brings with it the opportunity for us to face our fears, release what is no longer serving us and rebirth ourselves into new BE-ings</b>. Living in fear binds us to the fear. It encourages the immune system to break down. I don't know what my future holds, but for right now, I am okay and I am in GRATITUDE for that. </div>
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The overriding theme that I have been receiving since this all began is that it is time to <b>LOVE</b> ourselves, our fellow planetary inhabitants (people, animals, trees, rocks, etc) and the Earth itself. It's time to be living in <b>KINDNESS</b> and <b>SUPPORT for others</b>. Consider, is hoarding kind for others if they cannot get supplies too? <br />
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Additionally, it is very clear that the Universe wants us to <b>REST.</b> When the world is shutting down around us, that is a physical manifestation of what is needed in our hearts. REST and go within as much as you can.</div>
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<strong>MEDITATE. </strong>If you already have a practice, then that is great! Do that! However, even if your monkey mind is strong and you feel that you cannot meditate, simply focus on a <b>positive word for one minute</b>. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath and think of that word and repeat it in your mind. it might be PEACE, for example. Simply allow yourself to feel that your word of choice in your body. Practicing even for one minute, helps to shift our awareness.<br />
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<strong>BREATHE</strong>. When feeling stressed, stop. Take a moment to breathe. Taking as little as three deep <em>conscious</em> breaths, begins to break down the walls of anxiety that have been built up. Do this for a minute and there will be magic in the air.</div>
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If you have time, go outside and consciously breathe in nature. Touch a tree. See how it feels. But even if you are inside, practice the art of breathing consciously and you will feel better.</div>
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<b>SING, DRUM, RATTLE </b>- We not only feel better as we sing, rattle, drum (etc), we are inviting Spirit to join us. Spirit loves music and practicing the art of music will help us re-frame our situation.</div>
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<b>GROUND</b> - There are many ways to ground, but the easiest way, is to take SLOW, conscious steps outside. By feeling every crevice of your foot touching the earth, will help you ground into your body within a minute or so. </div>
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I also have posted a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulZlJuXXBuY&t=6s">guided grounding meditation</a> online you may use if you wish. </div>
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<strong>If you are a SHAMANIC Practitioner</strong>:<br />
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<strong>JOURNEY</strong> to your Helping Spirits, particularly an Upper World teacher if you are aware of whom that is, to find out what you should be doing during this time. You may get teachings. You may get a healing tool. Just notice what it is and act accordingly.</div>
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For me the overriding theme has been to <b>release the fear, be kind and live in love</b>. See what comes up for you.</div>
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Reiki helps charge one's immune system. As always, listen to your Inner Wisdom, regarding what areas of your body to work on but here are some suggestions:</div>
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<li><b>CROWN & OCCIPITAL AREAS</b> - Place one hand on the crown and one hand on the back of the head, just before the top of the neck where the occiput is. These two areas are openings for your Higher Self and the Universe at large. It can help bring clarity of what is going on. You may also decide to visualize to bring Light down from the Universe through your crown and down through all your chakras, which will help to bring balance.</li>
<li><b>CHEEKS</b> - Place the palms of your hands on your cheeks. This will help to open up the passageways for your breath to be able to gain entry into the body more easily. This also works well if you are asthmatic.</li>
<li><b>THROAT</b> - Many of us have issues with our throat chakra. Speaking our truth is not always easy. This tends to be where illness hits first. So, send loving energy to your throat.</li>
<li><b>UPPER LUNGS</b> - Place your hands above your chest, This is where your upper lungs are located. Placing hands in this area, helps to open up the entire lung, enabling the breath to move more freely. This is also helpful if you are asthmatic.</li>
<li><b>HIGHER HEART & PHYSICAL HEART</b> - While the heart chakra is in the center of the chest, the higher heart is between there and the neck. Your physical heart is, of course, on the left side of the body. Hold one hand on each of these places. This will help to remember to live in LOVE. </li>
<li><b>HEART CHAKRA</b> - You may choose to visit the heart chakra then afterwards, sending out Love for all Beings everywhere</li>
<li><b>SOLAR PLEXIS</b> - This is our power house. So, keep your power up by working on this area.</li>
<li><b>KIDNEYS</b> - Kidneys are our keeper of fear, so it's a good idea to work on these areas. It's easiest for me to lay down and put one hand on the back where the kidney is (both sides of the back, below the solar plexis line and above the waist). Then the other hand can work on the front of the body in the same location, so that you are "sandwiching" that part of the body, sending energy to the kidneys.</li>
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Remember, if you are showing symptoms, you must <u>contact your medical professional</u>. However, it's also time to put our Spiritual Hat on. We have an opportunity to live in this moment of now. Learn what we are here to learn and step into the Light that is calling for us. A whole new world is waiting for us just around the corner. We just have to have move through the steps so we are able to walk through its gateway.</div>
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Thank you for reading and Namaste. (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you.)</div>
Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-27842734648733456712020-01-19T10:32:00.001-08:002020-01-19T10:34:04.431-08:00The Year of Getting Better<br />
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Despair. Shame. Illness. Stress. We have all been known to walk
down the halls of misery from time to time. Sometimes we are seemingly more
enmeshed in anguish than not. If we look at our past experiences, however, one
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I began deeply pondering this notion when a new acquaintance
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being sick. As though a light bulb immediately switched on in my head, I
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“You mean, it was the year of getting <i>better</i>,” I offered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She changed her thought process right then and there and moved
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Her story of chaos was cancer, but my story and your story
may be about something else. Whether the ailment we have is a physical illness,
or a mental or spiritual one—even if it’s simply just stress, we have an
opportunity to shift our awareness from one of languishing in loss, to
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I read on a Facebook meme today, how when a seed is buried
under the weight of the earth, it doesn’t just stay there waiting in limbo
forever. Eventually, it cracks open. It breaks. It reaches for the light and in
the process it grows. This may be viewed as a metaphor for our own cracking up
and breaking open. It’s through this process where we may have an enriching
growth spurt, as well—leaving our old paradigm behind, while reaching for a new
and exciting endeavor. Whether that means, a new way of living, or a new way of
thinking, we are all striving to open that gateway into new realities—and it’s
the cracks that help us to make it there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I went through my divorce several years ago, I thought
it was the end of the world, but without that experience, I would have never
left my job to live in Paris for two years. I would have never had the
experiences that followed, including my Spiritual Awakening. It’s not that I
couldn’t have had my Awakening while married, but the same set of circumstances
would not have happened to initiate that process for me—leading me to this
moment of now. When I look at my divorce today, I am grateful and send my ex
only Love and Light.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Even when we are steeped in the emotions of chaos, where it
feels we are lost in a subterranean mine filled with despair, where the light
at the end of the tunnel is seemingly nowhere in sight, we are still getting
better. Last year was the year of getting better—just as this year is—as will
all the years ahead that will follow. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The word “January” comes from the Roman god of doors. It was
he who opened new doors of possibilities for us. So, in this first month of the
year, I invite us all to think of new ways of shifting our old thought
processes so we may too see the Light of opportunity and change.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is yet another year of getting better.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you for reading and Namaste. (The Light in me
recognizes the Light in you.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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It's easy to be caught up in the laundry list of "stuff" running around in our minds. In order to connect with our true joyful state, stop for a moment. Take a breath. Narrow your vision to one small thing of beauty--a gemstone, a flower, a child, the leaf on a tree, a piece of music--it could be anything at all. Notice when you really focus your attention--even for only a minute--how you shift. Even while in the depths of sorrow, there is so much to appreciate. The more we tap into the beauty that surrounds us, the more we can remember the inner beauty within us.<br />
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Universal Download to Lisa Tunney<br />
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There is a meme floating out there in social media with a quote by Gabriel Roth that immediately spoke to me once I saw it. In essence, it talks about how if a person were to go to a Shaman or Medicine Person about an ailment of some sort, he or she would ask the following four questions:<br />
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<em>When did you stop dancing?</em><br />
<em>When did you stop singing?</em><br />
<em>When did you stop being enchanted by stories?</em><br />
<em>When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?</em><br />
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Without these things, we experience the loss of Soul, Roth states, but when we embrace these fundamental sides of ourselves, a healing occurs.<br />
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I knew this to be true by the way my body reacted after reading the meme. The internal sense of knowing showed up in a wave of energy flowing through me. However, I went even further by having an <em>actual </em>healing through one of these avenues just the other day. It had such a profound effect on me, I had to put pen to paper in order share it.<br />
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It occurred a few nights ago when I attended a Winter Solstice gathering. At one point, there were break-out groups, where we could choose what we wanted to participate in. I immediately felt drawn to the drumming fire circle.<br />
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As I approached the group, I could hear the drums rhythm connecting with the heartbeat of Mother Earth. I joined the group after work, so I didn’t have my drum with me. I enjoy drumming, but as I approached, I knew I wasn’t supposed to have my drum with me on that day anyway. My Inner Voice kept repeating the same message, <em>“I have to sing.” </em>No one else was singing and the fear balled up inside me. I didn’t want to sing if this wasn't a part of the program.<br />
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So, instead, I listened and I watched. A few people were drumming, while others danced in circle. Most of us wrote down the things we no longer wanted to hold onto. For me “fear” was a primary item I wished to release. I, like several others in the group, threw into the fire our collective words that had been written down on various small pieces of paper, until we watched them dissipate into nothingness. The burning of the paper symbolized the burning up of the old ways—making room for the new and good stuff to show up. I danced a little after tossing paper into the flames, only I didn’t feel complete. I was being called for more. I wanted to release my fear and I was about to have a taste of that medicine.<br />
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<em>“I have to sing,”</em> my Inner Voice repeated.<br />
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I even verbalized it to friends a couple of times, but in my mind, there was a constant repetition of these four words. <em>“I have to sing. I have to sing. I have to sing…”</em><br />
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When I hear a message repeatedly that won’t go away, I know it’s the Universe trying to tell me something. It’s just a matter of whether I choose to act on it or not. My fear was holding me back.<br />
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Eventually, the drumming was over, and everyone started moving back inside. My heart began to race, because I hadn’t sung yet and I <em>knew</em> I had to do it, but the fear coursed through my body. What should I do, I wondered? Everyone was leaving and singing wasn’t a part of this deal. I didn’t want to be clutched into fear’s grasp, but I didn't know where to begin.<br />
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Thankfully, there was a moment of change when the whisper of the Universe worked through my friend. While the group began to disband she stayed routed by the fire. It was she who started to lightly tap her drum. It was slow. It was methodical and it was my inspiration—the catalyst that changed everything. It was my queue. It was now or never.<br />
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I stood in the cold, bundled up in my sweater coat, and with my eyes closed, I tapped into where the Inner Voice wanted me to go and I began to sing. There weren’t any words. They were not necessary. I was connecting with that Shamanic part of my Soul who wanted to come out and play through my voice. The notes began pouring out in a melody that I felt profoundly at the core of my Being.<br />
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This was only the beginning. For you see, within about 10 seconds I was joined by my friend, who (as I was told afterwards) closed her eyes, tapped into her Inner Knowing, and joined in with me.<br />
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Almost immediately following, her boyfriend and another friend of ours joined in. Suddenly, I was grabbed in an embrace and even though my eyes were closed I knew the four of us were holding onto each other. We were all singing different notes, but all of us were in harmony. It was as though we were one symphony, with the each part of the orchestra playing different parts, but we sounded like one unifying body.<br />
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In my mind, I called it <em>Shamanic Jazz</em>. Jazz musicians often begin with one person playing something off the top of their head and the other musicians then join in. There isn't any script they are following. They are simply playing from the heart. This was very much the same. We were connecting with the most heartfelt space within and connecting with one another through the notes in our voices.<br />
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In the midst of all this, I opened my eyes for a moment, and I noticed that all the people who originally were leaving the group to go back into the warmth of the interior space, were all still with us—encircling us—watching us. They were participating through their observation. They were sharing this moment of deep solemnity with us. It was very clear to me that Spirit was working to create this dynamic and it was for the four singers and my friend the drummer to share.<br />
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I don’t know how long we were out there, but after a time, we were all called back in. The break-out groups were over. It was then when I noticed how I felt in my mind, my body and my Soul. My upper chest area, or Higher Heart, was completely and unequivocally open. The vibrations resonated in this entire space for hours afterwards and the tears began to stream from my eyes. These were tears of joy and harmony. Even in the writing of this paragraph, I reconnected with the memory and more tears of utter surrender and happiness showed up in my eyes.<br />
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I was so moved and so connected to the Universe from this experience that I felt such a deep feeling of Love, not only for the others who sang, not only for everyone in the group, but for the Universe at large, including myself. It was a Love-fest moving through me and I wanted to share that with the world.<br />
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When the four of us broke our embrace, I heard from the others who participated, how profound it was for them, as well. This wasn’t a <em>sole</em> party, it was a <em>Soul</em> party—and it was meant for all of us.<br />
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I had learned my lesson from this experience. It’s time that I remember that if I am feeling anxious, unsettled, or unwell in any way, I can tap into Spirit through song, dance, by sharing stories, or by being centered in the quiet of my mind. Once I do one or more of these things, I can completely shift and have a profound healing given to me by the Universe. Once I am healed, a rippling effect goes out to the rest of the Universe, as well. When I am healed, we are all healed.<br />
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…And so it is.<br />
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Thank you for reading and Namaste (the Light in me recognizes the Light in you).<br />
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There is little doubt that the last few weeks have been a
time of upheaval if you live in California. One thing after the other has
contributed to a bit of discomfort. Between the cycles of earthquakes, intense
wind storms, fires, smoke filling up our air, power outages, lack of internet and cell service, household water being
turned off, shortages of supplies, as well as gas stations, bridges and stores
being shut down for days at a time, it’s a wonder we are still up and running. I feel like Dorothy on her way to Oz. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!<br />
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And people are talking. It feels like a pre-cursor to a dystopic life. How much more can we take? Admittedly, it has been fascinating to watch. We have become a bit spoiled with our creature comforts, but why is the Universe showing us so much turmoil all at once?<br />
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So, I decided to ask. That’s what meditation is for after
all. Ask the Universe your question and you will eventually receive an answer. I sat
quietly in order to ponder these seemingly never-ending inconveniences—and that’s
when I heard <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">them</i>. No, it wasn’t voices
that I heard. My answer showed up in the sound of the wind chimes that played
the symphony of their sweet sounds just outside my window. It occurred to me
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Those wind chimes could be seen as a metaphor. Through thick and thin, no matter how life appears to be, the Divine is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">still</i> with us. There has been no abandonment here. We are simply
being shown that the disorder that is occurring on the <i>outside</i> of us, is a
reflection of what is going on <i>inside</i> of us. In other words, we are being shown
that it’s time to shake things up and clean house a bit. This “cleanup” will inevitably
open the door for the new and good stuff to come in. And new and good stuff
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Ergo, we have the opportunity to take a look at what is no
longer serving us and let it go too. Whether it’s the physical stuff in our house
that we need to clear out, or if it’s our old beliefs and current fears that we
need to address, it’s time to take stock and see what needs a transformation in
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Maya Angelou said, <i>“We
delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has
gone through to achieve that beauty.”</i> Wise words from a wise woman. Change is not always
easy, but the end result is worth the ride.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you for reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you!)<br />
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<br />Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-44146323526824418662019-10-08T20:23:00.000-07:002019-10-08T20:23:08.569-07:00Spiritual Trash Picking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was six years old when I became consciously aware of how much I detested garbage strewn all over the street. I have my former babysitter to thank for this understanding. She had inadvertently became my teacher. </div>
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It was on a hot summer day when she decided to treat my brother and I to McDonald's so that we could have a chocolate milk shake. It was a bit of Heaven as I slurped the cool liquid goodness down very quickly. From my childhood perspective, we still had a seemingly long way to walk, before we made it home. It didn't seem right to carry the trash all that way.</div>
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"I can't put this on the ground," I implored with as much courage my young voice could muster.</div>
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She marched back to me, pointing to a tree and demanded that I leave the cup behind. I was astonished. My chest felt the pangs of tightening muscles and nerves. My mind was racing. I was not happy. Alas, she was about 2 1/2 times my height and certainly could pounce on me at any time if she was so inclined. Ergo, I capitulated and rested the cup along with its lid and protruding straw under the tree.</div>
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I crossed my arms and moved inward after that. I didn't want anything to do with this teenager anymore. I don't remember telling my mother this story, but this was the last time she babysat us.</div>
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Nevertheless, it still haunted me that I had left this cup behind. I couldn't shake the image from my mind. So, the next day, I went back to get it. It was still there, pretty much in the same condition I had left it in. This time, I picked up and carried until I found a nearby trash.</div>
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Hoorah, I was not a litterbug after all!</div>
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Fast forward 47 years and reflected back on this moment as the beginning. I had made a conscious choice at an early age to respect our environment and yet I was still a part of the problem. </div>
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I may not do the littering myself, but for the last half decade, all I have done is complain about the trash. I haven't actually done anything about it. I have been guilty by association. Today, I decided to do something about that.</div>
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I walk every morning and from time to time I pick up the odd piece of trash, but overall, I usually just walk right past it. However, for whatever reason, I felt a calling to carry a small plastic bag with me this morning. I had decided that today, I would pick up any piece of trash I came across along my path. My neighborhood is fairly pristine, so it surprised me that when I paid attention there was so much trash lying around. By the time I had made it home, I had filled up my small bag. </div>
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Not only did I have a spring in my step from my emotional state, I also saw my actions for the metaphor for it was. Considering our outside world is simply a reflection of our Inner World, I recognized that my picking up the physical trash in order to clean up the mess, was analogous to my cleaning up my inner thoughts and bad habits. As I cleaned up my outer world, my inner world was being cleaned up too. And that was certainly a good thing.</div>
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What if we all took the time to pick up a piece of trash or two. We have an opportunity to springboard our actions not only to doing a great thing for Mother Earth, we have the opportunity to see the Spiritual aspect of our trash picking. Notice how this external clean up affects your own inner clean up. </div>
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Mother gives us so much of her abundant offerings. As we give back, we give our gratitude for her gifts she bestows upon us every day.</div>
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Thank you for reading and Namaste (the Light in me recognizes the Light in you!)</div>
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<i style="color: #000033; text-align: left;">"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."</i><span style="color: #000033; text-align: left;"> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;">Change is the only constant in the Universe. We are meant to evolve and grow. We were never meant to stick with the status quo. Yet, many of us have a hard time with change. We eat the same foods. We do the same activities. We put on our clothes exactly the same way every morning. Let's face it, we like doing things the way we have always done them</span><span style="color: #000033;"><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "arial narrow" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.3333px;">.</span></span><span style="color: #000033;"> Unfortunately, that sometimes means we repeat the same patterns that are not good for us. We think if we do it <i>this</i> time, it will surely work</span><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "arial narrow" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">—</span><span style="color: #000033;">but it never does. Yet, we carry on in the same manner anyway. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;">It takes courage to shake things up and move forward. The good thing is that it's never too late to do so. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;">Recently, I had an eye opening experience when it dawned on me that I had been repeating a pattern that was not working. When I realized what I was doing, it was as though the Universe shook me in my shoes and said, "Hey Babe, what are you doing? Here's the Truth. See the Light, because this thing you are doing isn't working. It never has and it never will."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;"><span style="color: #000033;">Okay. Got it. Point taken. Now what?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;">What was the catalyst to bring this miraculous shift? To explain that, I have to start at the beginning. As a Spiritual person, I tend to see the good in everyone. I see there points of view, even if I disagree with it, but I am the first to admit that I am not perfect and there are those that I have hard time with. </span><span style="color: #000033;">When push comes to shove, I have a certain way of doing things and if someone's position affects me in some way then my angelic side hits the road. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;">If I think I am right, then the other guy <i>must</i> definitely be <em>wrong</em>. I justify just how <em>right</em> I am not only to myself, but to all who are in hearing </span>range. If someone is wrong then I argue my case until I am nearly blue in the face. There was just one problem with this way of thinking. Every time I repeated this pattern with regards to one particular person I worked with, it not only sent me into a tailspin of dark emotions, I was also getting nowhere fast. There was never a resolution to our issue. My habit was clearly not working. </div>
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<span style="color: #000033;">This particular colleague and I had a ubiquitous string of arguments that lasted for a year. He was the one blemish on this job that I just could not shake. If I said black, he could be counted on to say white. If I scheduled him to meet a client, he'd conveniently forget to show up. If I scheduled one of his employees to work on a project, he would schedule them for a so-called "emergency" elsewhere. No matter the circumstance, we were on polar opposite sides of the Universe.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;">It became so ridiculously bad between us that the general manager suggested that I cc him on all correspondence with this person so that hopefully he would be more responsive to me if the GM was attached to the email. So, yeah, I was justifiably annoyed by this whole situation. </span><br />
<span style="color: #000033;"><br /></span><span style="color: #000033;">He and I never seemed to stop arguing, culminating on my last day at that particular job, when we had yet another blow up. It was on that fateful day, when I had already scheduled someone months in advance to work on a very large and very important project. On the morning of the project, my work-adversary took him away for an "emergency" painting job. All I could think about was what kind of emergency paint job is ever needed that it can't wait a few hours? Needless to say, my last nerve felt like it was going to explode in any moment.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;">But then it hit me. The a-ha moment was upon me. I</span><span style="color: #000033;">t was as though a magic wand waved through my mind, and I could see the truth. The veil had been lifted and I realized that I was a part of the problem. Yes, me. I had my proverbial boxing gloves strung onto my fists for so long, I didn't see another way. Thankfully, the gloves decided to fall away when I realized that e</span><span style="color: #000033;">very time I fought with him, the only thing it was doing was creating more animosity. The wall we had built between us was only getting thicker with each verbal stone I threw. It wasn't serving him, and more importantly, it wasn't serving me. The wall between us that I had helped to build had to come down. It was time. A</span><span style="color: #000033;">nd I had to be the one to break it apart.</span><br />
<span style="color: #000033;"><br /></span><span style="color: #000033;">Don't get me wrong, this was not about me having a conversation with him in order to get over our differences. This was an internal thing. It was about <i>me</i> letting go of any resentment toward him. Simple. I just hadn't seen it before, but now it was as clear as day. The resentment was the glue that was binding us together in this destructive pattern. It was time to break free from those restraints.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;">So, I calmed down and took a breath. I breathed in the air that helped to calm my mind and as I did so, I decided to send him Love. Yep, I sent <i>him</i> Love. The one person at work that I could not stand was getting a big whopping dose of Love. I visualized in my mind's eye hearts all over him as I repeated my affirmation of Love. </span><br />
<span style="color: #000033;"><br /></span><span style="color: #000033;">Between taking a conscious breath and by sending him Love, I felt better. And frankly "better" is an understatement. I felt terrific. I could have danced on air at that moment. Nothing could have bothered me. I had shifted my perception. I had shifted the way I did things and I felt connected to my Inner Divinity in such a beautiful way. </span><span style="color: #000033;">As the air coursed through my body, I no longer felt the need to be bothered by him. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;"><br /></span><span style="color: #000033;">The day rolled along as it normally does. I was busy taking care of things. I never told this colleague what I had done and yet, only a few hours later my now former work-adversary paid me a compliment</span><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "arial narrow" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">—</span><span style="color: #000033;"><b><i>me</i></b><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "arial narrow" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">—</span>an actual bonafide <i><b>compliment</b></i></span><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "arial narrow" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">—</span><span style="color: #000033;">in front of the GM no less! The person he liked possibly least in all the world was receiving his kindness. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;">From my perspective, even the smallest of miracles is still a miracle. When I get caught up in emotion the next time, I will simply reflect back to this day and to this man. I have been changed forever because of the lesson he has brought to me. He inadvertently became my teacher that day. And I am grateful for it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;"><span style="color: #000033;">It is always a good idea to stop and take a look at our repeated patterns. If they are not giving us the results that we want, they likely never will. However, we have an opportunity to be the harbinger of change. Once we change, the world will ride along with us.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #000033;"><br /></span><span style="color: #000033;">Thank you for reading and Namaste. (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you.)</span><br />
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<i>"No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world."</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Unfortunately, for the last three years, my inner fire has been ripped from my heart and put on a shelf for only my eyes to see. I knew it was there, but it was buried under the burden of the daily grind. I could feel it at the core of my being. It begged me to come out and play. However, being back in the corporate world, where long hours and heinous commute times have all but ruled my life, meant that my will to create has been quashed and nearly stamped out of existence. The lack of energy I have experienced has been so pronounced, that I have had room for little else in my life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">...and then it happened. I left my job without having a new one waiting for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In reality, I left two jobs in a four-week period of time. The first one I actually reasonably enjoyed. I wasn't fulfilling my dream by working there, but all in all, if I had to work <i>somewhere</i>, it was a good fit. That being said, I could no longer sustain the 70-hour work week required to be successful. Ergo, I accepted a new position elsewhere. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The new job, I was originally told, was 40 hours a week, Monday-Friday, and I would be doing something I was good at<span style="line-height: 115%;">—</span>sales. My inner wisdom kept warning me to not be seduced by the job's "outer covering". Underneath all the icing, there was bound to be a sour cake. I could just <i>feel</i> the wrongness of this job, and that there was more to the story that I wasn't seeing during the interview process. I knew that it wasn't going to be a good fit, but I wanted out of the long hours. I wanted to create during my off hours. So, I jumped ship, hoping it would work for a year or so until I found something else that was better. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I made it for only a month.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I worked under the most unbearable circumstances and I could not endure it. On my last day, I walked out the door, never to return. It was right for me to leave, because this job was wrong for me on so many levels that are not worth noting for this reporting. What is important to note is that not long after I left, something wonderful happened. I felt a sense of freedom I have not enjoyed in the last few years. The freedom to create.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">What have I been doing with myself? Eating bonbons all day? Au contraire. My spark of creativity rekindled as though it were a fireworks show on the Fourth of July. In only a few days, I have revamped my website. I wrote an allegory for my fiction blog. I started my monthly inspirational newsletter again after its nearly three year hiatus. I am working on writing a 16-month class I plan on teaching. I even took a yoga class to stretch out my back that was in a ball of knots from these crazy jobs I had. All this in a matter of a few days. And lo and behold, it feels good. Oh forget good. It feels <i>great !!</i> Creativity truly is the spark of my life and it had been missing for so long that I had become an empty shell with only a gossamer hint of its memory residing within me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is not to say that everyone should quit their job in order to be creative, and yes, unless the Universe pours a great deal of abundance over me (which I am definitely amenable for this to happen), I will have to get another job too. But one thing I have learned through this experience is that making time every single day—even a small amount of time—that is dedicated to my creativity is a good thing. A work-life balance helps to keep us young. It helps us to keep the flame of passion within us alive and well. It helps us to be a part of Universal Creation itself.</span><br />
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I encourage all of us to write, paint, sculpt, make a video, sing a song, dance, or just be plain silly. We are all here to contribute our unique gifts to the Universe. Sure, we have to live in this world, but living in this world does not mean working until we fall down from sheer exhaustion and then doing it again until we take our last breath. This is <i>not</i> the meaning of life.</span><br />
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I do not write because I am a famous author who has a high-profile to maintain. I write because I must write. It has been a lifelong endeavor for me. Since I was 10 years old, when I announced to my friend's mother that I was going to be a writer when I grew up, I have had this inner voice insisting that I write. And now I am back at it once again. My spark of life has been lit and no matter what, while I still have blood coursing through my veins and breath filling up my lungs, I will not extinguish it.</span><br />
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Long live the flame!</span><br />
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Peace and Blessings to you,</span><br />
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<i>~Lisa</i></span><br />
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I have had a bit of a creative spark as of late. In the last few weeks, I have constructed eight vision boards. I have made vision boards in the past, but this time, I am creating them a little differently. Instead of cutting out images from a magazine, I am finding the <br />
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It all started with an assignment in my Shaman class. The teacher wanted us to write or create an image that re-imagined our childhoods. I had a lot going on at that time, and didn't have the energy to write or to create, but my personality type dictates that I not only have to do the assignment, I have to do it well. I was exhausted and not happy about the prospect, but in my mind, I allowed 5 minutes a day to the project. That was all I had to offer. That was all I could do.</div>
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I began by creating the background and then I found the first image. From there, I told myself that I could find <i>one</i> more image. After that, I thought that I could spend time finding yet <i>another</i> image. An hour later, I had completed the project. I became so absorbed in my creation, that I couldn't stop! Even though I was up late and had to get up at 4:30 the next morning to go to work, I felt alive. I wasn't tired at all. My creative juices were shifting the energy within me.</div>
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A few days later, I felt inspired to create my next board. I figured if my childhood was re-imagined, then that would create a different present day for me, as well.</div>
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I shared my images with a friend and thought about an image for him, which of course, was also for me. A year or so ago, he had been on a trip to India. He shared with me his experiences with the beautiful people who lived there. At one point in the conversation, he told me that his religion was kindness. When he conveyed those words it had a profound effect on me. It was as though time had stopped for a moment and I had transcended all of reality. He told me that these weren't his original words, but it was his voice to them that gave them a spark of life to me. Ergo, I created an image that spoke his words (originally by the Dalai Lama) back to me.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Moreover, I continue to grieve for my grandmother, who transitioned earlier in the year. I miss her and I felt compelled to create something just for me about her. I started out with the color </span>palate that was 100% my grandmother. Initially, I intended to put different images of her on the board, but I quickly decided that what I really wanted was to show how we were linked. I wanted to share our common interests and remember that she continues living on this planet through me.</div>
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Last night I created my latest work regarding abundance. Manifesting financial abundance has been a lifelong challenge for me, and I finally decided to say goodbye to challenge and hello to stepping into the creative force that is a part of me already.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">These are just some of the images I have been working on and I have to say (and write) that it has been fun! I feel as though the creative force is driving me to creating unlimited possibilities. </span><br />
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If this period of my life has taught me anything is that we can easily envision our reality, but first we have to make the vision tangible. Whether that means plotting images on a computer, cutting them out of a magazine, planting a garden, meditating, writing words down, speaking them aloud, whatever it is that speaks to us, that is how we shift our internal voice that moves into the direction of the life we have been enVISIONing for ourselves.</div>
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Happy Creating to us All!</div>
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Thank you for reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in You!)</div>
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Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-38987139846151935892017-08-19T10:24:00.000-07:002019-08-17T15:13:20.625-07:0010:16am ~ A SOLAR ECLIPSE HEALING<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I was asked to invite my friends to join in on a distant healing session to take place at 10:16am Pacific Standard Time on Monday, August 21st. This was going to be the moment where the FULL solar eclipse would begin in the United States—an occasion when the veils between the worlds will be open and healing can occur more easily. Any <i>solar</i> eclipse is at the time of the <i>New</i> Moon, and this is when we create change. It is the point where we put forth our Creative Force so that we may expand our Spiritual Awareness and therefore, expand our realities here on on Earth.</div>
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Dubbed the Great American Eclipse, as it will be crossing 14 states, from Oregon to South Carolina, spanning from the West Coast to the East, this <i>particular </i>eclipse is the perfect opportunity to come together in order to amplify the energy of our intention. It also magnifies the energy of the number 14 (for the 14 states) and this is a number of manifestation of one's true desires, as well as the number 21 (the numerological breakdown of the date). According to <a href="http://sacredscribesangelnumbers.blogspot.com/2011/06/angel-number-21.html">Joanne Sacred Scribes</a>, this is the number of one's Divine Life Purpose and Soul Mission. Hoorah!</div>
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Our intention is to send healing toward everyone who participates in the circle. The goal is to clear away the old paradigm in our energetic fields, and bring forth the new energies that will help us all step fully into our Earthly mission that we set out to do on our original Spiritual Contracts with the Universe. Then, with all that is occurring around the globe, I felt compelled that we each add a healing towards the planet at large. Moreover, when I typed the text to my friends, I encouraged them to invite their friends into the healing circle, as well. </div>
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I will be at work at the time of the eclipse, so I sent my healing energies early, with the intention that it be sent at the moment of 10:16am PST, Monday, August 21st. Let me tell you, this was a <i>fun </i>session! There was so much Divine Feminine Energy involved, it reminded me of the ancient healing groups run by women. I have felt in my heart that this is where we are heading. It's not just about "me", it's about "us" working together in groups and this session acted as a metaphor for that goal.</div>
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In my part of the session, I visualized an hour glass stopped mid-flow to symbolize 10:16am on the right side of the healing space and a Universal clock showing the exact time and date of the session on the left side. All the healing activity would happen below these two time pieces as they floated above in the heavens. </div>
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I invited several Goddesses to join in the practice. Ixchel, the Medicine Woman and ancient Mayan Moon Goddess, symbolizes our innate healing abilities. Lakshmi, a Hindu Goddess of Abundance. And Kali, another Hindu Goddess in charge of endings and therefore beginnings. It was She wiped away the old paradigm, so that Ixchel could perform Her healing, so that Lakshmi could bring to us our bright and abundant futures.</div>
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I pictured in my mind's eye, all of my friends gathering for this group in a circle holding hands, while the Goddesses presided over us. We are all spread out across the country, but energetically we are connected. Initially, I felt our collective third, fourth and fifth chakra all needing my attention. </div>
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The third chakra is about our personal power. The fourth is about love, not just romantic love, but love of all beings everywhere. While the fifth chakra is about speaking one's truth. Immediately, I received the message, "We have the power, to speak our Truth, through Love and Loving actions." In other words, we are meant to be our true selves, whatever that may be. We have the power to do so and this power is implemented through Love. </div>
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I repeated the mantra several times, as I cleared out the three chakras. When I do this, I usually "vacuum" them out and send the old muck to Mother Earth, where she can transform the old into new and vibrant energy. I then "sweep" out any remaining energy that no longer serves this space to make sure there isn't any residual old paradigm hanger-oners. I then invite a bright colored light that corresponds with the color of the chakra to come in and spruce up the place. </div>
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For the third chakra, I called in the color of yellow, and the vibrancy of the sun to fill this space. For the fourth, the color of emerald green, and for the fifth, the color of a radiant blue sapphire. </div>
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After the clearing, the first chakra was filled with a dynamic ruby red light. I filled the second with the bright orange swirls of a carnelian stone. The color of an indigo flower filled the third eye (or sixth chakra), while the light from an amethyst filled the seventh. I sprinkled fairy dust on all the chakras, to invite magic into our lives.</div>
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I then felt called that various Goddesses wanted to be in charge of our collective chakras. Mama Gaia sits upon her Earthly throne in our first chakra. The second is co-ruled by two Goddesses: Sarasvati, the Hindu creative Goddess and Maeve, the Celtic Goddess in charge of cycles and rhythms. The third is inspired by the power of the Amazons. The heart center, or fourth chakra, is ruled by Aprhodite, the Greek Goddess of Romantic Love and Kwan Yin the Buddhist Goddess of Compassion and Love of all Beings. Sophia is the Greek Goddess of Wisdom who helps us speak our truth with wisdom in our fifth chakras. Isis, the Egyptian patroness of nature and magic, is in charge of our sixth chakra. She helps us see the past, present and future. While Dana, the High Priestess Celtic Goddess rules over the seventh chakra, our connection to higher states of consciousness.</div>
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Even though my intention was to have the energy sent at 10:16am PST, Monday the 21st of August, I decided to share this information in advance. I invite all who are willing and able to contribute their healing juju's and/or prayers to this beautiful practice. The more of us, the merrier! It's time to shift our personal consciousnesses, so that we may shift the consciousness of the entire planet and all it's inhabitants.</div>
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Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-87452718505879483792017-03-01T21:29:00.000-08:002017-03-03T10:25:10.220-08:00Loving Our EnemiesWhether one is religious or not, we have all heard the words from the Bible, <i>"Love your enemy." </i>The New Testament has been preaching this sentiment for a couple of millennia now. That's a very long time. Yet, we haven't really seemed to learn the lesson. I know<br />
<a name='more'></a>for myself, the nano-second after I heard that Donald Trump was going to plunge into the world of politics and make a bid for the White House, I jumped off the proverbial precipice into a free fall of seemingly never ending despair. Early on, somewhere deep down inside, I had a feeling that <i>this</i> guy was actually going to make it to the highest chair, in the highest office of our country. Much to my chagrin, I was right. Needless to say, it made me sick inside.<br />
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Sure, I have disagreed with politicians before, but never in my wildest dreams, did I consider becoming an expatriate, because of the person working as the so-called leader of the free world. Not even once! Of course, that all changed in the wee hours of the morning on Election Night when I furiously typed on my laptop for information on Canadian immigration, only to find that a lot of other people had the same idea. The site had crashed due to the overwhelming inquiries. When I was eventually able to find the answers, I learned that I don't qualify for political asylum. I was stuck here. I guess I already knew that anyway, but you can't blame a girl for trying.<br />
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Well, now he's here and what have I done? Nothing but hate. I have hated every single second he's been in office. I have hated every single second <i>before</i> he was in office. Moreover, I have become addicted to the news. The news! Once my Spiritual Awakening button turned on, I washed my hands of the negativity that is spewed over the airwaves. I wanted nothing more to do with it, but lately I have plummeted into the depths of anxiety and the news has mirrored that energy. And now with modern day technology, where news is only a fingertip away on a smart phone, I find myself reaching for it constantly. It has been a leap into a form of addiction. This fixation I have been harboring doesn't do anyone any good, least of all me. So, it's time to get this monkey off my back.<br />
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But how? How do I create world peace, when I myself feel like the world inside me is being ripped into shreds at every turn? Maybe I should call a Buddhist monk for advice. Is there a hotline to the Dalai Lama available? Unlikely. Realistically, I don't need to go outside to find the answer, because the answer, as always, lies within.<br />
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The first step is always the same. It's not about taking giant leaps. It's about taking a single step towards the direction you want to go in. Today, I took my first step.<br />
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I have known from an intellectual perspective for a very long time, that I needed to feel compassion for this man and at times I have allowed myself to feel genuine compassion for a moment or two, but then I have spiraled back into the place of hatred. However, somewhere between shoving food in my mouth at lunch time and reading my book, something shifted.<br />
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I took a moment to pause and I asked myself the most important question that I have asked myself in a long while. If we remember that everything in our respective worlds is a mirror for us, then how do I mirror this misogynistic, racist, ego-maniacal man? After formulating this question, I almost laughed. It had become so clear to me. It had already been residing in the depths of my Soul, but now the answer rushed up to the surface, just waiting to be noticed. The A-HA moment was at the boiling over point. The answer was so clear and I chose not to see it until now. Here it is:<br />
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<i><span style="color: #cc0000;">The more I send hate toward him, the more I wish ill-will towards him, the more time I spend resenting every news article I read, simply means the more I equaled him in behavior. Hate breeds hatred. I was no better than him.</span></i><br />
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It was a sad realization, to be sure.<br />
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Every thought I create on the negative spectrum creates more negativity. When the energy of hatred is pushed towards me and I push back, these two forces collide. Eventually, the pressure of these two energies gravitating towards one another will have to push upwards. As it does so, the biggest player in that hatred department will be the one that rises to the top.<br />
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The truth is, when I think of Donald Trump, I think of a wounded child begging for attention. My friend's 7-year-old said recently, that he just needs a hug. While some might cringe at the thought, instead of thinking of giving him a physical hug, this man needs a collective hug. When we stop and take a moment to breathe consciously, we realize that he is a Divine Being, just like we all are, he is One with us. When we hate him, we feed that energy and the energy of hatred rises in the collective, which is why he was elected in the first place. The more hatred we put out there, the more it pushes him to the forefront. On the other hand, when we love our enemies, then the energy of love rises to the surface. And let's face it, love is really where we want to be. It's who we <i>really</i> <i>are </i>to begin with.<br />
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It's not always easy. I am certainly not at the enlightened level of the Buddha, to be sure. That human ego is flowing pretty strongly in me. However, I have put on my love training wheels. I may not <i>feel</i> love for him as of yet, but I am <i>sending</i> him love and I do genuinely feel compassion for him. Like the rest of us, he is doing the best he can with the information he has.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, sending Mr. Trump love does not mean in any way, shape, or form, that I condone what he is doing. On the contrary, I choose to peacefully resist him and his followers, but at the same time, I can do it from the place of love instead of a place of revenge and that has a higher level of consciousness that is feeding into the Universe. As I do so, I actually feel the collective hug working within <i>me</i>. My entire physical body has felt lighter today. I feel the energy racing through my cells. I feel serene—and that is certainly a good thing.<br />
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Moreover, I am reading David Hawkins book, <i style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EJBABS2/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?_encoding=UTF8&btkr=1">Power vs. Force</a>. </i>In it, he discusses the various levels of conscious awareness ranging from 1-1000. <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">While I am not exactly sure where I rate on his scale, let’s just
presume for the time being that I am at least at 300</span>, I read today that people radiating at this level counterbalance 90,000 people radiating at a lower level. That's ninety thousand people! <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">People who radiate at even
higher levels of consciousness, counterbalance others at a lower level at even
higher numbers. The amount of people we affect increases exponentially as we
move up the ladder of conscious awareness. That means it literally takes just <i>one</i> person
to help change the world. </span> John Lennon was right. All we need is<i> </i>Love!<br />
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The Dalai Lama once said, "We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves." If we consider these words to be true (and I obviously do), then once we clean the internal thoughts inside our own mind, then in that moment, we raise the bar for the entire Universe.<br />
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Thank you for reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you!)<br />
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**This blog entry comes from my e-Newsletter. If you would like to receive an inspirational story in your inbox every month, please sign up at <a href="http://lisatunney.com/"><b>www.LisaTunney.com</b></a>.Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-66693897855634720792016-12-31T08:22:00.001-08:002016-12-31T09:11:11.071-08:00Ending 2016 on a High NoteIt has been a rough year for many of us, myself included (hence the reason I haven't been here much). Even though there has been a lot of muck that needed to be traversed down the road of 2016, a sprinkling of Light has spread its seeds throughout<br />
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<li>I am now one-quarter of the way through a 16-month intensive Shamanic class that I have wanted to take for years, but because I lived in France and Sedona and the class was here in California, it couldn't happen. Now that I find myself living in the Golden State again, I made sure to sign up right away. And it's been a wonderful experience that I have much gratitude for. Double Yay!. </li>
<li>I have done a lot of healing work on myself—both inside this class and on my own time. Another Yay! </li>
<li>I have a car after not having one for ten years. I am giving myself a triple Yay for this one!!! The car has given me a taste of freedom I haven't had in a while and I am filled with gratitude to 2016 for this gift.</li>
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As for the so-called bad stuff, well, 2016 has been about endings. And when there are endings, beginnings are sure to follow. However, we have needed to clear away the last remnants of the old in order to make way for the new. For me personally, I have had to get down and dirty with the old paradigm energy so that I can hopefully release it in order to make way for the even more good stuff of 2017. So, in reality even the garbage is still good!<br />
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That being said, let's try to end this year on the highest note possible. Thank all that has come in before us and thank all that is coming in the future. Gratitude is always the key that unlocks the door to our greatness—and greatness is where I choose to hang my hat from now on.<br />
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Many blessings to you for a powerful 2017 that is on the horizon.<br />
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Thank you for reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you!)<br />
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">The first thing that you do is get into a meditative position. Close your eyes. Think of something simple that you love. Not a person, but something like a flower, a book, a movie, a favorite color, even a piece of pizza if that's your thing. I chose a particular Oak Tree that has always captured my attention. In fact, it was love at first sight</span></span></span><span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">—at least on my end anyway</span><span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-indent: 0in;">. Even when I moved away from California to start anew in Paris, some of my students there would “see” an oak tree when they intuited information about me. They didn't know about my tree in California, at least not by my words, and yet they would see the strength of my feelings towards it. So, yea, I like it a whole lot.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">It's such a spectacularly beautiful Being. For one thing, the branches twist
and curve in their own unique fashion. Like all Oaks, it’s a one of a kind.
This eye catcher has to be a couple of hundred years old. I can't even begin to wrap my arms around it. At best, maybe they reach around a third of its trunk. When I press my hands
against the bark, I feel it’s age. It’s a wisdom keeper. Here longer than any
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">One of its boughs is so
heavy that its weight pulls it down towards Mother Earth, so that I can just
reach it and touch its burgeoning leaves. This one branch allows me to get
close to the scene and really notice how it looks on different days, whereas when I look up, I see the tree in its entirety, both angles give me different perspectives.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">In the
winter, it is naked for all to see. In the spring, it re-emerges with color
with small buds sprinkled throughout its wooded frame. Each day the leaves grow
with mind-blowing speed, as though they want to come out an play and can’t do
it quickly enough. By the time summer shows up, the tree adorns itself in all
its glory with a bursting of fully formed verdant leaves. Ever hear them rustle
in the wind? It’s a sound that can calm any nerves—as long as you pay
attention. In the autumn, the water retreats from the leaves, allowing them to
change color from reds, to oranges, to yellows. Eventually, the lifeless leaf
takes its final bow by falling to the ground. My inner child loves the
crunching sound my feet make when they step on the newly discarded leaves. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-indent: 0in;">And as
always, autumn leads to winter when once again, the tree is exposed for all to
see it’s unique twists and curves. This tree is the embodiment of the cycle of
life.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">So, that’s my tree. It’s
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">Today, when I practiced
Ingerman’s exercise, I closed my eyes. I breathed deeply and consciously for four breaths. I then repeated in my mind,
“I love my Oak Tree. I love my Oak Tree. I love my Oak Tree...” I
immediately felt a connection with my physical heart and my heart chakra. My body recognized the truth of my words, by energetically touching my
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">After my body showed me how it feels truth, I
got up for a minute or two and busied myself with something else to
occupy my mind. My brain rebooted itself and I was able to come back with a clean slate to start
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">For the last few days, I have been a bit under the
weather and took today off, which is why I have time for some much needed healing-writing (the gift in a so-called negative situation). Anyway, after meandering around my room, I crawled back into bed, where I had spent much of the day. I laid in the same position I was in a few minutes earlier and thought
of my tree. Only this time, I repeated in my mind, “I hate this oak. I hate
this oak. I hate this oak.” </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">Even just reading those words brings shock to my senses. At this point, I can see how someone might think that this exercise may not be very fun or very spiritual for that matter. However, the idea is to find out how your body reacts to a lie. In my case, my
brows immediately furrowed. Not only that, my hips and legs squirmed like a
mermaid trying to flee from a potential captor and this happened every time I thought it. Yep, my body was revolting against me! This
statement was clearly a lie.</span><span style="color: navy;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">Maybe most lies won’t
show up as visibly as this one did for me, but discovering the base, whatever that may be, can be
helpful in gauging when you are telling the truth to yourself and when you are
not telling the truth to yourself. Your body DOES know and it will tell you in
whatever form it chooses.</span><span style="color: navy;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #1d2129;">Feel free to try this exercise
for yourself. Simply replace Oak Tree for whatever it is that you love and see
how your body reacts to the love/hate—truth/lie exercise. It is a rather
illuminating experience.</span><span style="color: navy;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: #1d2129; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-indent: 0in;">Thank you so much for
reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in You!)</span><br />
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Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-24909642270725091532016-07-11T11:04:00.000-07:002016-07-12T21:38:50.432-07:00Manifestation ManiaI had been without a car for several years. At first it didn't matter, because I was living in Paris. The Metro can get you just about anywhere quite easily. So, having a vehicle in The City of Light was a non-issue. However, my days is Arizona without my own wheels<br />
<a name='more'></a>made it difficult to get around. Public transportation is almost non-existent and the little that is there isn't really worth mentioning. I had to rely on friends to take me everywhere. For an independent soul that was never an easy pill to swallow. Even in California, where I now reside, having a car in most towns is a necessity. I had been dreading taking out a loan for so long, but enough was enough. I had to bite the bullet and make myself a car owner once again.<br />
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The loan I took out was small and I immediately envisioned that I would only be able to afford a clunker. You know, something to get me around, but not much to look at. My mind conjured up a paintless contraption of dark grey with lots of bumps and bangs. The interior wasn't much better with ripped carpets and uncomfortable seating. And of course, there wouldn't be a stereo. That's what I could afford, so that was what I was going to get.<br />
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As soon as I had the money in my hand, I began my search. I looked...and looked...and looked some more...all to no avail. Frustration was practically my middle name. Everything was either out of my budget or more often than not it was simply something I really didn't want. It was the wrong color. It was too big or too small. Or it just didn't fit my personality. But I was in desperation mode and I just wanted '<i>something</i>'—anything that would tie me over until I was able to afford something that I really wanted. Frankly, I was simply settling.<br />
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After three weeks of contacting people trying to make appointments for cars that I didn't really want in the first place, I finally had enough. What was I doing? I was creating what I did <i>not</i> want instead of what I <i>did</i> want. That's when I decided to shift my thoughts on the matter in order to create something that worked for me. I needed to get serious with my order. I wanted something that was not only functional, I wanted it to be cute too! And if I wanted the Universe to comply with my wishes, I needed to be as specific as possible. That meant it was time to compile a must-have list.<br />
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I started with the color. I knew I didn't want red. Even though I had found some decent cars with various shades of that hue, red gets a lot of attention from the ticket makers and knowing that, I was pretty sure I would create that reality if I had a crimson car. So, instead of stating what I did not want, I chose only the colors I was interested in—black, blue, green or silver. I wouldn't even bother looking at anything else.<br />
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It wasn't just about the color. I wanted a mid-size SUV that had 4-wheel drive. One never knows where I might live in the future. If there is snow, I will need to be able to get around. I also wanted something that would carry the few boxes of clothes and books that I have left from my last move, but I didn't want anything too big. Ergo, I narrowed down my list even further. I wasn't going to look at any more sub-compacts or full-size vehicles.<br />
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I wanted both the exterior and interior to look fairly new and I wanted it to be taken care of. I may not know anything about the mechanical aspect of a car, but I did want all the gadgets under the hood to look clean with lots of new gizmos installed. It would be well-maintained or I wouldn't bother with it.<br />
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After owning three cars with a manual transmission, I was pretty determined to own an automatic. Working A/C and heat was a must. And I wanted a 'box' body type, as opposed to a curved one. Finally, I didn't want to drive farther than maybe five miles to get it. That was it for my must haves, but I added a couple of things to my wish list too. Taupe leather interior would also be a plus, as would a removable stereo. They weren't necessary, but it would be great to have them.<br />
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Once I placed my order, the Universe got cracking. Within about 18 hours, I found the SUV. And yes, every single item on my list had manifested—even the leather interior and stereo, which were just part of the wish list, as opposed to my demand list. The seller also had installed a slew of new things, like four new tires, a new radiator, new carpets, and so on. It was a well-maintained vehicle. It seemed like the car for me. I called the owner up and set our appointment for the next day.<br />
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As soon as I walked up to the front door, I had the sneaking suspicion that this was indeed my car. That's because a wind chime with a butterfly hanging from it captured my attention. Anyone who knows me knows that Butterfly is my Guide, my compadre, my obsession. The second I laid eyes upon it an energetic blast hit me like a thunderbolt. This had to be a sign.<br />
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And when I actually saw the car, I wanted to jump up and down with joy. Needless to say, the test drive went well and I hoped that within a few minutes it would be mine. However, that was not meant to be. Legally, he needed to get it smogged before the sale could transpire. That meant I had to wait. Obviously, the seller could have sold it to someone else. He certainly had time to show it to others. I could feel myself wanting to walk through the threshold of fear, but I decided to delete that process by leaving that emotion by the wayside. Instead, I stepped into action by getting my prayer groove on.<br />
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During my trance state, I stated that if this SUV was meant for me then it would be mine, and if it wasn't the right fit, then I hoped a better vehicle would be sent my way. The important thing was to let go of any attachment. The Universe knows the full scope of what is going on at all time, far more than I do, that is for sure, so I loosened the reigns of control. I had completed my creative part of the journey and I had to just sit back and let it happen however it was meant to happen.<br />
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A few days later, the deal was done. I had a brand new (well, new for me anyway) car and it has been a match made in Heaven ever since. I am so thankful for having this symbol for freedom and believe me, I make sure to express my gratitude every time I get behind the wheel.<br />
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Manifesting is fun. It's easy too. It's just four simple steps.<br />
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Truth be told, I have been a manifester since I was a kid. Long before the term Law of Attraction was coined, I had instinctively understood that this is how manifesting what I want took place. However, since my Spiritual Awakening, I have also learned that when fear is thrown into the manifestation recipe, it never works out. On the contrary, when I am as specific as possible <i>and</i> when I release the reigns of control, particularly <i>when</i> it will show up, it usually does within hours of my request. And finally, I make certain to be filled with gratitude on a continuous basis.<br />
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I may not get every single thing that I want, because sometimes the answer is no. However, more often than not, when I really focus on an intention and allow it to manifest in its own time, it more often than not shows up pretty quickly, even within hours, minutes or even instantaneously.<br />
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So, allow yourself to manifest your heart's desires. It doesn't have to be something material either. It could be about Spiritual Awakening. Love. Travel. Anything your heart desires. You get to decide. So, go forth and create!<br />
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Happy manifesting!<br />
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Thank you for reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you!)<br />
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**This blog entry comes from my e-Newsletter. If you would like to receive an inspirational story in your inbox every month, please sign up at <a href="http://lisatunney.com/"><b>www.LisaTunney.com</b></a>.Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-56595916829082908862016-06-25T10:24:00.000-07:002016-06-25T10:27:30.086-07:00The Breakdown of the Old Paradigm<div>
After being off work for two weeks, my doctor gave me the thumbs up to return to duty. I had been wearing a boot for a few days so I hoped everything would be okay. Much to my chagrin, it was not. I may be a spirituality teacher, but I have to pay the bills. As of<br />
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happy campers by any stretch of the imagination. It was clear I went back to
work to soon. By the time I arrived home and was able to take off the boot, my
toes were black and my foot had swelled up like a wet sponge, only not as pretty. A trip to the emergency room
was in order. No gangrene. Thank goodness, but I am back in a splint and
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Fear has creeped in about the money I am not earning while I am laid up.
How am I going to pay bills? How am I going to eat? Etc. But even with that
fear, I keep breathing. I keep meditating. I am still here. I know this is the
time for me to keep the faith. The Universe is my provider and it will take care
of me. As long as I believe that is true, then it is true. In the past, I have
totally fallen apart when money isn’t coming in the way I think it should be,
but this time it’s more like my ego and my Spirit are saying, “Well, there’s not much I can do
about it, so let’s keep going.” ...and so I am. I even cooked for the first time
while on crutches. Interesting, but I made it through.<br />
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In the interim, with the political situation in England, which of course is
affecting stock markets around the world, it seems to me that all this
“breakdown” that is going on the small scale with my body and on the larger
scale on the global front, that it is a metaphor for the breakdown of the old
paradigm. The old patriarchal way of doing things is trying desperately to hold
onto what it knows—and that is power, but Mother Earth is trying to teach us
about balance. We may be kicking and screaming along the way, but it’s going to
happen, so why not relax and enjoy the ride. There may be some bumps along the
way, but its making room for all the good stuff to show up. And that is
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So, I have chosen to raise my glass and honor the possibilities that are
out there. I look forward to living in a world where normal means expressing our
intuitive selves, working in jobs that we are passionate about, loving one
another, even when we don’t see eye to eye on things and where Mama Gaia only
knows organic healing and organic energy sources. It’s all possible, we just
have to make it happen. The first step is creating it in our minds. So, that’s
what I am doing know. I am creating the world I wish to see, by being peaceful
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Thank you for reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you!)</div>
Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-61563437290386839992016-06-13T12:10:00.000-07:002016-06-13T12:42:32.591-07:00GRATITUDE IN PLACE OF TAKING THINGS FOR GRANTED<div>
I sprained my ankle pretty severely on Saturday. I am in a splint up to my
knee. I have to wear crutches. I need to keep my leg elevated above my heart. I
can’t work for a week. The only exercise I am getting is a trip to the bathroom
or a trip to the TV room. I can’t<br />
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impossible. I need help getting my clothes and toiletries from upstairs to down.
And showering, well, that hasn’t happened either. I have been sponge bath
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I haven’t been doing any of my shopping or any of my cooking either.
However, today, for the first time since this happened, I attempted to make
breakfast. It was one of the hardest things I have had to do in I don’t know how
long. Something I normally take for granted was frankly a brutal experience. My
arms are hurting from the crutches, not to mention my other leg which has had to work twice as hard to support this full body of mine. It's using muscles it didn't even know it had. My asthma doesn’t like all the extra work I
am doing, which makes breathing more difficult. I dropped the
crutches—twice—when I tried to lean against a counter top. I had to nudge the
items over a few feet at a time and hobble over to bring it a few more feet, so
that I could get it close enough to the side of the kitchen where the sink is in
order to wash the fruit. I had to bring the supplies back to the other side of
the kitchen where the pantry is to get all my seeds, cinnamon and
granola—all while I held onto the counter with one hand. I had to sit down every
minute or so, because breathing is a chore from having to work so hard. Finally,
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Afterwards, I went back to bed. I just laid there staring at the ceiling
for a few minutes. Never again will I take my legs for granted is what I
thought. For five decades, I have been lucky enough to have two working legs and
for this short period of time, I do not have that luxury. I wondered how much
more I take for granted. Let’s be honest, mostly everything. I decided to feel
gratitude, for my legs. I know eventually, I will have them both back in good
order. I know that this is just a blip in the space-time continuum of my life.
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So, my suggestion to all of us is to feel the gratitude for everything we
take for granted before we fall down and hurt ourselves. Be grateful for the air
we breathe. Be grateful for the eyes we have that have the ability to see the
wonders of the world. Be grateful for the beautiful music we are able to hear.
Be grateful for the ability to touch a flower, a trunk of a tree or the blades
of grass in our yards. Be grateful for the water that quenches our thirst and
for the food that satisfies our grumbling tummies. No matter what there is
something to be grateful for and why not start with what we normally take for
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Thanks for reading and Namaste!</div>
Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-24500240609606924892016-06-01T12:48:00.000-07:002016-06-01T16:34:14.154-07:00Today I Turned 50<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Today, I turned 50. I didn't melt down. I didn't cry. I am just here being me. Another year older, and hopefully another year wiser. That being said, I think of all that I have learned over the years. For instance, we live in a culture that despises middle age</span>. <span style="font-family: inherit;">We have</span><br />
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As I muse about my age, I must admit that I myself am still afflicted with the age-ism regarding my own self-worth. I can't help it. It has been ingrained within me. I remember when 30 was <i>ancient</i>. And now I am old enough to have a 30 year old child. But am I any different? Am I any worse for wear? No. Of course not. In fact, I am better. I see the world from a higher place and I have chosen to not allow this affliction to gain any more momentum. I feel it losing its intensity. It's becoming smaller and smaller until all that is left is me—the real me. The important me. The me living in authenticity.</div>
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Yep, I have a few more wrinkles. I have a few more grey hairs too. Moreover, I am not as lithe as I used to be and I have to don a pair reading glasses if I want to see the small print on the page. But that's okay. I have 18,250 days worth of information stored in my psyche that has helped to weave the path of my life together. It has been a journey. One that hasn't always been easy, but good nonetheless. With each of my life's scars, I have grown. I have adapted. I have shifted my perception. I see the beauty in the chaos. Not every single moment. I still fall down. But then I get back up and learn to see the lesson behind the experience—no matter what. And I am not only stronger for it, I am in gratitude, as well.</div>
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This coming year in particular, I feel it is a time of transformation. As though I am standing at a precipice of a new reality. All I have to do is jump. But this time, instead of falling, I shall fly. I am choosing to tear myself away from the cocoon that has been sheltering me in order to step into being the beautiful butterfly I was always meant to be. That's because I have decided to let the proverbial B.S. go. I have been holding onto fear for five decades now, and it's time to release it so that I may make space for the good stuff to roll in. </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And the Universe is mirroring this intention I have set for myself. Just this morning, while catching up on my Facebook posts, I caught a glimpse of this quote by Brené Brown that resonated with my thoughts and I wanted to share it.</span></div>
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<i>"I think mid-life is when the universe gently places her hand upon your shoulders, pulls you close, and whispers in your ear: I am not screwing around. It's time. All of this pretending and performing—these coping mechanisms that you've developed to protect yourself from feeling inadequate and getting hurt—has to go. Your armor is preventing you from growing into your gifts. I understand that you needed these protections when you were small. I understand that you believed your armor could help you secure all of the things you needed to feel worthy of love and belonging, but you're still searching and you're more lost than ever. Time is growing short. There are unexplored adventures ahead of you. You can't live the rest of your life worried about what other people think. You were born worthy of love and belonging. Courage and daring are coursing through you. You were made to live and love with your whole heart. It's time to show up and be seen."</i></div>
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Hear, hear, lady. It's time to shake things up and live an authentic life. Be the me I was always meant to be. Important. Wise. And of course, beautiful.</div>
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Thank you for reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you!)</div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-67169527088599658872016-05-19T08:34:00.003-07:002016-05-19T08:35:30.872-07:00The Magic of the Universe<div style="text-align: justify;">
Have you ever felt like things are about to shift? Like you are on a precipice, about to jump into a new reality? I have had this feeling for a couple of days. It's so strong. And the thing is, I can't imagine what this means. Nevertheless, I am guided to trust that it <i>is</i><br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;">That being said, if writing is the answer then when is the manifestation part of it coming in? Since I was ten years old, I have felt the drive to be a writer, but forty years later, I still haven’t been paid for it. I can't just continue writing and not reap the rewards of having funds in my bank account. I can’t continue down this road of overwhelming debt that I have created. I have been on the conscious writing path without pay for the last decade now. If I stick with it, was I bound to be forevermore chasing the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow or was abundance actually going to show up for me?</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;">I figured since she was showing up as my angel we should be on a first name basis. So, </span><em style="text-align: justify;">Ellen</em><span style="text-align: justify;"> lifted her arms in the air above her head and swept them down to her sides, forming a circle with the arms' path. She looked off to the side in an over the top serene expression, which was more comedic than serious. I suppose I was being told that I need to get back to not taking things so seriously. The truth is that laughing at life is far more fun. My problem is that I hadn't laughed much in months and I normally laugh a lot. This was a reminder to step back into my natural state. Laughter<i> is</i> the best medicine after all. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Upon this realization, the music switched gears from the ethereal sounds to the song </span><em style="text-align: justify;">Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)</em><span style="text-align: justify;"> by C+C Music Factory. The familiar beat blasted inside me. One can't help but dance when that song is playing and my body began to follow suit. Even as I meditated I could feel my head gently bobbing back and forth. </span><span style="text-align: justify;">Of course, Ellen got her crazy dance groove on. I may have still been in bed, but in my mind I joined her in this silly escapade. Each of us moved to the beat, flapping our arms while pliéing. We may have looked like a ballerina's worst nightmare, but the point was to laugh. I can leave the graceful moves for Misty Copeland, thank you very much.</span><br />
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This morning I put on my glasses to read. Until recently my
vision was always better than average. What a person with twenty-twenty vision can
see at 15 feet, I could see at 20. That meant I was the queen of the road game!
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been slowly changing as I approach the five decade mark on this planet. Ergo, a
few months ago I finally succumbed to fact that I wasn’t a kid anymore and
bought not just one, but three pairs of glasses. So, now I had them, but I
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In fact, yesterday morning I refused to put them on while I
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to read. I kept having to go back and read the same line over and over again. The
words just weren’t clear for me. I chalked it up as early morning sleepiness,
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<span style="text-indent: 48px;">That was yesterday, but today was different. This morning something had changed within me. I may not always need to wear glasses, but when my eyes are tired or if the print is too small, then it truly is so much easier to wear them than to not. </span><span style="text-indent: 48px;">If wearing the glasses makes my eyes happier and makes reading easier than so be it. I am here to say that I don't want to struggle any more!</span></div>
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I could easily see that this is a metaphor for my life, as
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Exposing my soul to be naked for all to see is not something I am usually very good at. I have a tendency to keep my guard not only up, I keep it about a mile thick so that no one can possibly penetrate the walls I have built around me. It's a lifelong habit. When things are going in the wrong direction, I just deal with my garbage on my own. I don't want to trouble anyone with my stuff. This time I didn't do that. I asked for help. I told the back story. I spoke my truth. </div>
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It wasn't easy. In fact, it was the hardest thing I have ever done. But the moment I did it—the moment I faced my fears and stepped up to the plate—everything felt better. Whoosh. Just like that. It was as though the dark fog that had been residing in my mind had suddenly vanished. The weight of the world jumped off from my shoulders and the shackles that held me in place were released from my arms and legs.</div>
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I had known for quite some time that I needed to hang out with vulnerability, but I kept putting it off. And putting it off. And putting it off. But when I reached crisis mode, I couldn't put it off any longer. When I allowed myself to be vulnerable, I opened up the gateway of universal wisdom that had been previously blocked off during my time of despair. With my new level of awareness, it began to flow freely again. Before, I was just stuck. Stuck in the muck of despair. But when I allowed my truth to be told, the Universe jumped to its feet and applauded. And a feeling of serenity was my reward.</div>
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I am not saying I don't have more work to do. If I am still in this body and on this planet, then I most assuredly have more work to do. However, as I lightened the load in that one instant, I took my healing even further by looking at the darkness. Why did it manifest? What was I here to learn? How could I make it better? Challenges I had been struggling to find the answers to for nearly my whole life finally made themselves manifest. I had been asking these questions for years and suddenly the answers showed up—just like that. Opening myself up to vulnerability was the impetus. And I am grateful for the reward that I have reaped. </div>
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Moreover, in the last few days, I started writing again. I have been visiting with friends again. I have been creative again. I have allowed myself to be out in the world again instead of hidden away like a prisoner in solitary confinement. My confinement has ended.</div>
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Even strangers have approached me in order to tell me that they can sense my Light. Needless to say, I have been in gratitude that it's not just an inner feeling, but it can be viscerally felt by others, as well—and the Universe has been kind enough to bring me these messengers who have acknowledged that I am on the right path.</div>
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I have crossed the threshold of a new beginning. And as I look back upon the last few months, I recognize the purpose this time has held for me. I recognize the Spiritual aspect within the darkness. We all have a shadow. It is a part of us. We can't get rid of it. When we respect it, <i>then</i> we can move forward. </div>
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I am reminded of an episode of <i>Star Trek </i>where Captain Kirk is split into two personalities due to a transporter malfunction—The good Captain Kirk and the bad one. Initially, the viewer can't help but root for the good captain to win out. The evil Kirk should not be here. However, as we dive more deeply into the show, we discover that the without the evil side, the good captain could not make a decision. He could not function. He was hopeless without the bad version of him. It was the dark side that made him focused as well as a great leader. He had simply learned to respect that aspect within him and used it for a higher good.</div>
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The thing to remember is that it's not about getting rid of the shadow. A tree doesn't look at its shadow and say, "Hey, you down there, I want you to go away!" It simply is a part of the tree. And the shadow of the tree offers shade to us, cooling us down. Even within the darkness there is goodness. It's just up to us to remember that we are here to experience the rainbow of emotions—the good, the bad and the ugly. When we allow ourselves to be perfectly imperfect, a shift occurs within us enabling the magic of the Universe to unfold.</div>
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Thank you for reading and Namaste! (The Light within me recognizes the Light in you!)</div>
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</span>Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-39570638872022321752015-09-23T13:42:00.000-07:002016-03-23T15:47:37.415-07:00THE CHRYSALIS <div style="text-align: justify;">
I feel that my life is exploding around me. As a Spiritual person, I know
that chaos simply means that life is falling apart so that I can be ripped open
into a new and better version of myself. Inside the chrysalis there may be a
lot of rocking and rolling going on until it<br />
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So, yesterday I tried to sit with the pain. My Inner Guidance told me to do so and who am I to argue with The Universe? I had nothing better to do so I was game. I closed my eyes. I took a few deep breaths and began going within. Being present and conscious with pain was
certainly a different experience. I felt both my cheeks being “rubbed” by The
Universe. It was so subtle that I wouldn’t have noticed if I weren’t paying
attention. Why my cheeks? Maybe it was to support the energy of the tears. With each one I shed, I released a piece of the old garbage that is no longer serving me in order to make way for the good and juicy stuff to manifest itself.<br />
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I allowed myself to feel every tear glide down my face and onto my neck. My gut reaction was to wipe them away. They tickled and itched as they traversed through the landscape
of my body. For the most part I sat in total awareness—that is until the
crocodile tear showed up. As I sat with my eyes closed, I gave myself permission
to wipe it away. I may not have sat perfectly still in that moment, but I was still in trance state. So, instead of beating myself up for doing it "wrong" I congratulated myself for doing it my way. The tickling was gone and I continued with my meditation.<br />
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I next noticed that my feet were vibrating with energetic charges. I took
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visualized the roots of a vibrant tree connected to the bottom of my feet. In my
mind’s eye, I allowed the roots to burrow their way into the womb of the Earth. With every inch of this connection, I became increasingly aware of this body of mine. As I did so the tears began to wane. Ahh, relief was on its way! I felt the Divine Feminine Energy soar through me and my monkey mind began to relax—and that certainly was a good thing.<br />
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Lisa Tunneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16167153076337618583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907975504975011359.post-74769559649237678472015-06-24T15:35:00.000-07:002016-03-23T15:48:29.409-07:00I HAVE A DREAM 2015<div style="text-align: justify;">
I am reading the third installment of Ken Follett's Century Trilogy, called The Edge of Eternity. Great book. Like many of his novels, it is a work of fiction set around historical events. This story takes place in the sixties and I just finished reading the part where<br />
<a name='more'></a> Martin Luther King addresses his audience with his now famous, "I have a dream" speech. Even though this speech is more than a half century old and even though I have heard, at least pieces of it, many times throughout my 49 years here on Earth, it still never ceases to strike a sense of awe within me. Just by virtue of reading it on the pages of this novel, it moved me to tears. Beautiful words that speak to the deepest core of my being. </div>
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I have a dream that ALL PEOPLE, no matter what race, gender, sexual orientation, income level, educational level, political beliefs, and spiritual beliefs, will live peacefully with one another. I have a dream that all of us will be treated with respect, love and dignity. </div>
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I have a dream that women are paid the same as men in their chosen professions. </div>
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I have a dream that everyone has a human RIGHT to have access to not only enough food, but access to HEALTHY and ORGANIC foods. </div>
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I have a dream that human beings will learn (or rather re-learn) how to treat Mother Nature with dignity.</div>
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I have a dream that each and every single one of us will live in a world where we have the FREEDOM to live however we choose, without the threat of big brother at every turn. </div>
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I have a dream that the words “homelessness” and “slums” will not even exist in our vocabulary—since all people will have comfortable housing to live in. </div>
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I have a dream that all of us will have access to not only free health care, but the health care of our own choosing—whether that means allopathic Western medicine, or any form of Eastern, Shamanic, Energetic and/or Alternative Medicine. </div>
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I have a dream that tax forms will only be one page with a mere two things to fill in. 1) We will write how much we earned and 2) we will calculate what 10% of that income is, and pay that—no matter if we are an individual, or a corporation, rich or poor—there will be no deductions, because it will be be a blanket tax, that everyone pays. When that happens the 10% that comes from the rich and from the corporations will wipe out the deficit, while the poor will not have to suffer a huge tax fee that they cannot possibly afford. I have a dream that the taxes we do pay will go to worthy causes instead of going towards warfare and political gains. I have a dream that lobbyism will be illegal and that the corporations will get their business out of politics. </div>
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I have a dream that every child, no matter what his or her parent’s financial capabilities are, have the RIGHT to not only a traditional education, but also an education in any form of artistic and athletic expression they are interested in. I have a dream that every adult has the RIGHT to a college education if they so choose to have one.</div>
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I have a dream that all consenting adults will have the RIGHT to marry no matter what their sexual orientation may be. Love equals love, no matter the form.</div>
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I have a dream that some day everyone will be Awakened and will see that we are all Spiritual Beings having a human experience. None of us are better than anyone else. We are all good. This is my dream.<br />
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<b><u><span style="font-size: large;">Addendum - June 26th, 2015:</span></u></b></div>
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Only two days after I wrote this blog entry, one of my "dreams" came true.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>One down. A few more to go...The Journey Continues...</b></span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Thank you for reading and Namaste! (The Light in me recognizes the Light in you!)</span></div>
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