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Posted on August 12, 2016
“What’s not on the menu?” This idea crept into our household, Joseph’s and mine, from an article we stumbled into on Facebook and devoured together.
What is society no longer offering you? How has your life been shrunk down into compartments designed by Others? Are you only choosing what’s on the menu? Or are your mind and spirit looking beyond, drawing from the vast infinite wellspring of options that we used to see more clearly—until Internet design took over and limited our choices to a menu devised by software developers. What’s not on that menu? Do you ever wonder?
“Leap!” said my watercolors.
“Where?” said I.
But meanwhile, we leapt.
Now, nearly six months later, the watercolor is finished and we live in a different house with a new housemate. We’ve tried on several different modes of employment these past few weeks (certified biofield tuners, caterers, corporate consultants, educators, researchers, personal biofield compatibility consultants) and we have new friends and associates, less furniture, and fewer cumbersome belongings. My heart is full, my head is clear, and I’m so looking forward to the next step. Or leap.
I used to be afraid of horses. But I’m glad this one came to my rescue and appeared on my paper just as I splashed on those complementary colors in a burst of freedom. I never dreamed I could make that faint horse-leap come to life, but it did. Enough so that all could see what I perceived in the swirls and shifts of color.
And for weeks on end, the “spear” in my hand was nothing but a blank spot. Finally, I can see what I clutch in my hand, piercing the brightness before me, so blinding I still cannot see the future. But this pointed jewel of light guides me ever onward, while the trusty steed beneath me powers my journey.
Once again, my watercolor oracle has come through to guide my life, displaying insights my brain is too clumsy to find on its own. The water and paint respond, somehow, to beams of light-intelligence flickering into my life and make them appear before me, teaching, guiding, revealing all that has been hidden. The only requirement is a massive dose of trust. I am not a painter, and yet I am. I paint my life with these energies unseen every day. The colors snag them from the Inner Realms and bring them out where I can see what is unfolding, as I skate along the light frequencies of life’s intricate patterns.
Posted on April 26, 2016
Close your eyes and listen. Are you one of the fortunate few who hear only a peaceful silence? Or are you like most of us, constantly surrounded by the cacophony that is life in the 21st century? So we seek for silent places in the world when we can: the dark woods, out on the ocean, lost in a tomb-like room we might have created in our homes for “retreat.” You think by now I’m going to say that Joseph and I ventured off to a silent retreat, right? But the annual Subtle Energy Retreat held at Blue Sky Ranch in the San Diego foothills is anything but silent.
Ideas and conversations and presentations and excitement and exotic musical tones echo and reverberate for three days. It is a cacophony of the loveliest kind, where thoughts merge and hearts expand and ideas get born and refined. Motion and light converge with the ever reverberating movements of sun and dust and wind and stars and a full moon—and let’s never forget Ivan the Raven circling overhead, watching and guarding the presentation tent and the lunch patio.