You Need Do Nothing

I went to a workshop at the bookstore Tuesday night that featured an Australian clairvoyant who helped the participants tap into their inner clairvoyant and connect with their angels and guides.

She explained that she kind of “backed into” this gift after working 10 years in the garment industry. She discovered her ability to connect in her early 30s and has been honing her skills ever since. She is now the author of at least three books and two CDs.

Like all other healers and visionaries I’ve been studying recently, her message is that all knowledge and wisdom are already within. We just need to slow down and tap in long enough to connect with that source. She gave us some very useful exercises that led us in that direction. It was good to spend time with her, and to have the message of what we need being “already within” reinforced.

Although I’m quite sure that careers like “medium,” “healer,” and “energy worker” are not on the list of successful careers for students taking placement exams, I’m also quite sure that jobs like “garbage man,” “street sweeper,” and “newspaper delivery person” are not on there, either. But we need all of these positions filled. As long as people find satisfaction in what they are doing, why do we deem some professions more important than others? What type of work am I not considering now because I’ve had such “important” positions in the past?

I ask myself, “If you didn’t need the money, what would you really like to do? What would make your heart sing when you walked into your place of work?” And when faced with a wide-open world, I have to say I have no idea. Old concepts about “having to make a living,” and “how will I pay the flippin’ mortgage?” seem to crowd out the joy I am looking to express.

When Jeshua says, “You need do nothing,” I kinda freak out. “But…but…but,” is my best, lame response. I know he’s telling me to do what I love, not just do something out of fear.

I’ve decided that if I want answers, I need to ask the questions. So I’ve been getting up an hour earlier and sitting in silence for as long as the cat will allow – usually 45 minutes to an hour or so. It’s a very nice way to start the day. I can’t make out any answers yet – munchkin monkey mind keeps telling me that anything I’m hearing is just my imagination. I’m going to have to give him a project, I think, before I can make more progress. Still, it feels good to start the day sitting in the dark and quiet. And I contemplate a question the clairvoyant had us ask ourselves in a short meditation Tuesday night: “What do I have to do or not do, start or stop, hold on to or let go of, to achieve my most wonderful, fulfilling life?” What things, indeed!

An Expression of Love, or a Cry for Help

So many lessons present themselves to me each week. Some are shallow and soft, some are deep and scary.

Last Monday I was working at the bookstore. I love that place – the smells, the soft music, the magical things that the owner brings into the store as books and gifts. I consider it a sanctuary. One of the “requirements” for opening the store is that you light incense and pray to be of service to all who enter the store that day. That’s a refreshing change from any job I’ve held before.

It was an unusually busy Monday. I had at least 10 people in the store at any given time from 10:00 a.m. thru 1:30 p.m. At one of the busiest times, I was helping two young women, sisters I assumed, and one had a very energetic son who appeared to be about eight years old. As I began to ring them up, I heard the boy say something and noticed that he had grabbed a necklace display and that it was about to fall over. I gently took it from him, righted it and told him that it was not something he could play with. His mother, appearing embarrassed and angry, grabbed him and pulled him to her, raising her voice to express to him that he should not touch things in the store.

A young man appeared from somewhere in the store, got right next to the young mother and accused her of child abuse, threatening to call the police. I felt that I had to direct the situation, since it was happening in my place of work. I told the young man that his actions were not appropriate and asked him to leave. He turned to me in anger and explained that he was a survivor of child abuse and knew it when he saw it. He turned back to the young woman and told her she should not raise her hand in anger to her child. Her sister jumped in and said that not only had her sister not raised her hand, it was none of his business.

In the fray, I asked again that the young man leave the store. As he got to the door, I apologized to the young women. He turned back to us from the door, and addressed the little boy. “I’m sorry you have such horrible parents,” he yelled.

After he left, an older woman in line said to the young mother, “You discipline your child as you see fit.” That seemed to calm the situation. I felt badly for all who were exposed to the “energetic chaos,” but my heart broke for the young man who had experienced – and was continuing to holding onto – the abuse. I wished that I had had the presence of mind to say to him, “Not all discipline is abuse.” But I don’t know if he could have heard me.

One couple told me that they appreciated how I had handled the situation. I thanked them, but felt in my bones that I could have – should have – acknowledged the young man’s pain. How difficult his life must be to constantly regard the world through the lens of his abuse.

As Jeshua lovingly describes in both The Way of Mastery and A Course in Miracles, all actions are either an expression of love or a cry for help. I heard the cry loud and clear, but did not make an opportunity to wrap the young man in the love he so desperately needed. My hope is that next time, I will.

Loving Compassion in Practice

All the books I am currently reading are telling me this: Everything happening in the world at this time is moving us more toward love. It may not look like it from the outside, but even the ISIS martyr, blowing himself up in the name of his God, is moving us all toward more love. Conflict, domination, superiority aren’t working. Loving, compassionate partnership needs a chance – in all conflicts.

Recently, as part of my job as parking permit distributor for our condo complex, I came across a vehicle which appeared to be illegally parked. After leaving a note that encouraged the vehicle owner to come see me and straighten out what may have been a misunderstanding, the vehicle continued to park “illegally.” I slapped a very sticky notice on the driver’s side window and warned that the next step would be to tow the vehicle.

I noticed the next day a note on that window, addressed to the board, better known by this individual as “dumbasses,” that he was indeed a renter and that this was his assigned parking space. I discovered that his management company had failed to inform the board that we had a new renter.

Properly chagrined, I returned to his vehicle the next day, scraped the rest of the sticky sticker off his window, and then knocked on his door to give him his parking permit. I knocked repeatedly for several minutes until I heard movement from inside and he opened the door. I introduced myself to him with my name, and then said “better known as ‘dumbass’ ” and we both laughed. I explained the misunderstanding, and he told me he had recently moved to our town to work nights at an oil and gas company, about an hour east on the interstate. He had been sleeping when I knocked on his door. I offered to buy him a six-pack of beverage of his choice, which he declined. And he apologized for the “dumbass” note. We parted on good terms.

I am grateful, again, for this opportunity to practice loving compassion. Obviously, it’s not easy. But, I can’t know anyone’s situation without communication. I can’t assume that they just want to be a jerk. I must remember that we all were created by the same source and we all have our purpose as part of the whole.

And I heard my guides today, with this gentle, loving reminder:

You are enough – as you are
You are loved – as you are
You serve your purpose – as you are

I’m going to allow some time for that to sink in…

A Playful Approach to Divine Guidance

Several weeks ago I wrote about how my orthobionomy friend told me she could see and hear my spirit guides, and shortly after that I found a book, Let Your Spirit Guides Speak.

I’ve been following the author’s recommendations on how to start a dialogue with the guides and the progression is, um, interesting.

While sitting in meditation, I began asking them the questions recommended in the book, and a vision appeared before me. There were four of them with large white wings and they had their backs to me. One was alone, and was closest to wherever I was, and the other three were in front of that one. All seemed a respectful distance from me and each other.

As I began posing the questions again, the one closest to me peeked around its wing on its left side and gave me a very coy, playful look. Then the vision was gone. The interaction made me smile, and the invitation to play (something I had not expected) seemed very clear.

The next time I chose to engage, I was asking the questions to what appeared to be an empty space. Suddenly, their faces rose up from the bottom corners of the scene and just as quickly they were gone. They all had open-mouthed, joyous looks of surprise and delight on their faces, but it happened so fast I did not have a chance to register any features. It was kind of a “jazz hands” moment and it made me laugh.

I think I’ve been expecting something serious, with sonorous chanting in the background somewhere. That’s probably why I think they are playing with me. Everything I read about guides has them telling us humans to lighten up.

I notice that I am approaching them obliquely, not sitting down daily to learn their wisdom. I remember a very long time ago, my parents had sent me to some revival thing (I was in my early teens) and I remember being terrified of God, especially if He would be asking me to give up my life to do His work. God and Jesus as I knew them then were pretty scary guys – watching me for the slightest indiscretion, waiting to throw me into some kind of burning pit forever.

We’ve all grown up a lot since those days. Jeshua’s words in The Way of Mastery are the ones I turn to now almost on a daily basis because of their compassion and love and humor. And it appears that I may be in for a delightful introduction and relationship with four fairly large winged messengers who appear to have a rather developed sense of humor.

More to come!

Have an “Amazingly Awesome” day!

Although I started this blog as a living study of The Way of Mastery, chronicling the teachings of Jeshua ben Joseph, I’m finding there are “masters” out there everywhere. Whenever I find loving, supportive, heart-centered teachings, I am happy to share.

I’m a huge fan of New York Times bestselling author, Pam Grout. I discovered her companion books, E Squared and E Cubed in late 2014. Those books have helped change the course of my life.

This week, Pam’s newest book, Thank and Grow Rich, came out. I was able to buy a copy last week at the bookstore, but I was compelled to give that copy to a friend, so I’ve only read about half the book. Even so, there are some really wonderful things in the first half that are worth sharing.

Pam encourages “radical gratitude” and the book is designed as a 30-day experiment in which participants can increase their “capital” in five different areas: alchemic; spiritual; creative; adventure and social.

To kick it all off, she promotes something she calls “AA 2.0.” The AA stands for “amazingly awesome” and here is the really good part. Before you even get out of bed in the morning, declare to yourself “something amazingly awesome is going to happen today” (you can do this with our without a fist pump), and then “come to believe in blessings and miracles.”

Well, I’ve been practicing this for the last several days and here is the biggest benefit I’ve found so far. When I declare that something amazingly awesome is going to happen, good old munchkin monkey mind goes on the hunt for the AA stuff. It’s so busy looking for miracles, it has no time to focus on negative stuff. On top of that, I assign it to look for things to simply be grateful for. One example that Pam gives is a woman who, upon waking, thanks her sheets and pillows for a good night’s sleep. Well, that opens up more possibilities for gratitude, doesn’t it!

At the end of each day, write down three things that were amazing for that day. Pam says they have to be unique – no repeats! And my take is that I have come to see the blessings in the smallest things – sunrises, smiles, clouds. I feel like I’ve pulled my head out of my anatomy and am seeing life clearly for the first time in a long time.

I encourage you to give it a try. It costs nothing, and it’s great fun!