May Your Suffering Today Be Eased by Some Sweet Epiphany

Suffering in this life takes all forms.  I find the suffering of addiction the most difficult to watch.  For my friends A and C who are suffering with their son in his daily battle with heroin, I offer a simple prayer.

William Blake

Listening

May the transitions to non-physical from Aurora CO, be now completed via the energies of truth and light. May the broken hearts of survivors crack further open a massive infusion of healing for the miraculous recovery of those wounded in our most recent national tragedy. May the life and dharma of James Holmes be completed in some manner that acheives a greater good and valuable lesson for change. Om Shanthi

Art of Travel with an intention to Heal

I am traveling this week, through the air and over ground. From East to West, from temperate to freezing. I enjoy the contrast, especially in the winter months.

Whenever I travel, I make it my intention to be a force of peace and calm for others. I offer myself up as an agent of healing to those around me. On my flight West on Monday, 30 minutes before landing, a young child starting fussing, then crying, then screaming. Most parents who have traveled with small children on airplanes dread the moment when the upset begins to escalate into something completely unmanageable. Not only is your child in distress, but heads start turning to glare at this small being creating such tension. The wise parent takes deep breaths and knows that sooner or later this hell will end.

I was one of those who craned my neck looking for the source of the noise, passing some judgement while I was at it. I couldn't see anything except TENSION everywhere on the faces of the passengers behind me. The crying was filled with panic and anxiety, "DADDY I NEED A .....!" I couldn't understand what the last word of the plea was, it sounded like BED and I could imagine for myself how after four hours of being stuck in a seat on an airplane, a toddler would want to stretch out on a bed, but honestly, I have no idea what this child needed. And then I DID know what he needed, he needed to be soothed and told everything was going to be ok.

So, I closed my eyes, held my hands in Anjali mudra and began to energetically calm the child. I repeated silently that it was ok, everything was going to be ok, everything was fine, it's ok. Call it coincidence or call it miraculous, but the child fell silent within moments and the crisis ended. "I" didn't do anything, the power of love worked some sort of energetic miracle.

I learned a great deal through this. Firstly, that more judgement is never the answer. Secondly, that when all is tense around you, the greatest thing you can offer is calm. And thirdly, when someone or something is in panic, open your heart and allow the mighty power of love it's natural capacity to heal the afflicted.

Om shanthi, may peace prevail on earth.

Escalator

Gosh darn it ya'll, I'm just gonna say it. My prayer last night was
that if it was time, God, go ahead and take me. I used Zanax for
depression yesterday and found myself going down a VERY STEEP
ESCALATOR ! Carole Szetela know the kind I mean, where the incline is
so unfathomable that you can't help but wonder at the MANPOWER it took
to gouge a hole that deep in the earth in order to hide how
exquisitely rapid your transit can go.

For those of you who experience depression from time to time,
may I take the liberty of advising you
against Xanax
when things get so bad it's like riding the down escalator into
hell.
Such a course is tantamount to crying out to the stars,
come! make me an existential zombie,
ya know, cuz
maybe that's where I want to take my blues
but better, really, to pick up a bass guitar
and find a groove within the space of SOUND,
that says,
Ok. God. maybe another day.

And you never know,
you may ascend the UP moving
staircase to the sound of a symphony
so sweet and true that when you
alight from the last step, what you
find are two gifted musicians,
bassist and violin
recognizing your buddha nature.
playing Vivaldi for you. Just for you
and just cuz you were wearing a rainbow
scarf.

OM shanthi and blessings on your
dark night of the soul.

in my vision I am driving home. I stop at Kathy Rose's house and dance through her garden of art. In her home, she can see me out the window, I am jumping from ledge to ledge in a delighted manner. She is in a priestess robe and at the end a reading. When she sees me I realize that I have crossed a boundary that was not appropriate. I apologize profusely...I feel like a scolded child. She is gracious about it and I take off the violet magician's cape that belongs to her. She invites me into her home and I wade through waist high water to get back to the road where I dropped the rainbow scarf. I return to her home, convinced I will continue on my journey but her husband offers me a margarita and I stay.

A shaman is a guest in her house and Kathy shows me his bead work. He is allowed to work with wool and stone only in a sacred place, on a reservation. I pick up one his talking sticks. It's mostly blue and wrapped in felt string with other colors. He places a turquoise feather fetish in my hand and I am entranced and channeling a spirit named Mishmash. I begin to feel very strongly that this talisman is truly meant for me. Another spirit is present now, a woman, and she asks me where I've traveled from Weed. The old woman I'm channeling responds, "I've come West from Weed", she asks "is that a good thing" and I say "oh yes, it's a beautiful time". The other spirit nods her head...I know I've passed a test. The shaman returns with a huge Elk antler that he passes around my neck several times. I feel stronger in my vision and sense a rattlesnake at the corner of the table. He lifts up the lid of the table, it's dark underneath but he sees the rattlesnake ( I close my eyes) and he takes it away. I become very agitated, excited and scared that I can conjure a rattlesnake.

For this vision I am very grateful. To my Shaman, I am most humbled. Om Shanti and Namaste`
Connie