YOU are so much more than you realize!

You--yes, you reading this--are so much more than that Little Human character you're playing. You're not just an ordinary person, no matter whether you're a manual laborer of some sort or royalty or a celebrity or...even homeless or institutionalized. You are grandly extraordinary. You've just fallen asleep so deeply into the human story and its multitudes of hypnotic overlays and systems that you've forgotten who you really are.

Yes, you play a limited human being...and...you are SO much more! You are unlimited divinity. You are a chip off the old block, the first Source. And from that parent you inherited all its qualities and creative abilities. You (not someone or something outside of you) are the creator of everything you experience. You passionately create a circumstance, and then you dive in and experience it, joyfully gaining compassionate wisdom from everything--without judgment.

You have spiritual gifts--special awarenesses unique to you--that you may be using everyday and not realize you're doing it. You've probably been doing it all your life. It comes so naturally to you that you just assume everyone perceives things like you do. But your perceptions, like you, are the only of their kind.

When you sleep at night or take an afternoon nap, those dreams you are having is you traveling beyond time and space. Sometimes you leave your body to rest and rejuvenate while your energetic light body goes exploring and creating new realms. If you feel a sense of paralysis--can't move your limbs while asleep and can't wake up--it means you're having an out-of-body experience. You can choose at any moment to leave those dream dimensions and return here to this reality simply by choosing it--"I choose to return to (Your name here)." And so you are.

Every now and then someone comes into my life, and we share with each other our experiences of We Are More Than This Limited Little Human. It makes for such a fun interaction because I never know what to expect, and I come away from our visits so passionate and excited about being here in this world and manifesting the types of relationships and stories I desire to do so right now, in this gift of a lifetime that is mine.

The answers lie within you 
I found them here in me
How much more must we endure
Before we're ALL free?

IMI (In My Imagination)

IMI (In My Imagination)
Words and music by Penny Lewton Binek

Raised in a fairy tale of This is how life is:
Here is what you do, who you are, and how you be.
I followed its steps, its rules, the best that I knew how.
Safe, I thought I was, but I was bored beyond recall.
Parent-teacher-preacher tapes--they reel 'round in my mind.
Well-intentioned they may be, I just feel confined.
In desperation, I yank a single thread.
My world's unraveling, I'm falling from my bed!
I'm falling from my bed!

Chorus:
I'm divine
In my imagination
I breathe just fine
No more expectations
I'm alright
No needless condemnations
I-M-I
In my imagination
No more manipulation

A loopy hamster on its cagey wheel,
I race! I rage! I rant! All to no avail.
All my goals, my well-laid plans, they lead to Nowhere Street.
My mirrors, they say I'm wrong, they say I'm incomplete.
I color outside one line, turns out it was a wall.
My glass house--it shatters--and I began to fall.
Afraid of landing in a twisted, scrambled heap,
I beg some god out there, “Please! My soul to keep!”
"Please, my soul to keep!"

Chorus:
I am wise
In my imagination
I delight
In my soul's appreciation
For dark and light
In all its incarnations
I-M-I
In my imagination.
No need for reparation

Hypnotic slumber--a quake shakes me awake.
In this hopeless life of mine, I can't seem to catch a break.
Chasing a ticky-tock clock, a wonderland mad hatter,
My mind, in endless chatter, asks me, “Who am I, and do I matter?”
These clay feet—they crumble—so I stumble and I fall.
I tumble down and down through a dark and spinning maw.
"Trust yourself,” I cry! “Take a deep breath and let it slide.”
I close my eyes! I open wide!--Turns out that I can glide!
Turns out that I can fly hi-igh!

Chorus:
I can fly
In my imagination
I realize
This sensual fascination
So I dive inside
Exploring my creations
I-M-I
In my imagination
I feel no limitation

When I close my eyes
In my imagination
Deep inside
I feel this liberation
Far and wide
I have this revelation--
I am I--
In my imagination,
Through all my tribulation--
I'm alright!

Refrain:
Na-na-nah, Na-na-nah, Na-nah nah
Na-na-nah, Na-na-nah, Na-nah nah
Na-na-nan, Na-na-nah, Na-nah nah
I-M-I
I'm alright!

Na-na-nah, Na-na-nah, Na-nah nah
Na-na-nah, Na-na-nah, Na-nah nah
Na-na-nan, Na-na-nah, Na-nah nah
I-M-I
I'm alright!

In my imagination
Through all my tribulation.
In my imagination
When I close my eyes
I'm al-right!

In my imagination
I have this revelation.
In my imagination
When I close my eyes
I'm al-right!

Na-na-nah, Na-na-nah, Na-nah nah
In my imagination
Na-na-nah, Na-na-nah, Na-nah nah
I am I--
I'm al-right!

Trouble getting past the guilt and shame of being "wrong"?

There are certain kinds of Facebook posts that I scroll on by: self-righteous rants, and anyone using guilt and shame or pity to motivate their readers to act a certain way. Every one of your lives is a gift. My own life is a gift.

We imperfect humans carry too many rerun episodes of You did this wrong, you did that wrong, you unworthy you running on looping tracks in our heads. I don't need to add more to that baggage of guilt I carried around far too long.

Some of that shame and regret goes all the way back to when we were children. Regardless of our age, sometimes it stemmed from an unfortunate choice we made, and sometimes it came from a situation completely beyond our control. All of it, though, was just because we humans were never intended to be perfect and right all the time.

And since when does finger wagging condescension really truly ever work? It's just basically someone getting something off their chest that is probably best done alone with oneself--with one's own soul. Then one has more chance of addressing the core energy of the matter.

One of my favorite acts of Fonzi in "Happy Days" was his trouble with saying, "I was wr...wr-wr-ong." I appreciated it because it made me laugh at my own very human inner struggle with having been wrong in some way or another. According to the tapes playing over and over in my mind, I've probably been more wrong than right. Those cringing inner feelings of guilt and shame have kept me drawing all sorts of "wrong ways to be"--ways I don't want to be--to myself.

I got old-looking--saggy and wrinkled. I got chubby, and no amount of exercise or watching what I ate changed much. I had a scar emerge on my cheek that was a reminder of my ugliness, up front and center, every fricken time I looked in a mirror. My hair got blah. I felt an inner revulsion of myself when I studied all this wrongness about me in the mirror. Seeing myself in photos made me wish for a magic eraser to erase me out of the picture completely.

And then I'd look deep into the teary eyes of that human in that mirror--the one who tried so damn hard to be right and good and kind, and attractive--the whole package. The one who tried so hard to be a standard of the new consciousness free being.

Yes, I saw my very true and real beauty, too. The beauty that my soul sees. The courage that it takes to be the imperfect human. That deep unconditional love it takes to keep going everyday in a human body that emits icky smells and substances that we work so hard to deal with--that we feel so embarrassed about.

And then to top it off, someone that we love and admire so dearly, tells us that something we did was "just wrong." We were guilty of being wrong and that was selfish and no way to be. "Don't do that! Don't be that!" So inside, I'd just shrivel with shame.

I tried to mentally handle the guilt from that, too, by rationalizing that I was right and they were wrong--but that just kept me in an unresolved loop of internal argument, because, depending on the point of perspective, we were both right and wrong. And most importantly--I still felt guilty.

And from my soul's perspective--it was neither a right or a wrong and didn't matter, because this human experience was just a playground of contrasts for "Let's Pretend" acts of consciousness. This human experience allows my soul to experience itself and its creations. I know I am a gift to my soul, especially in all my messiness.

While mentally, I understood all of this, I was still managing to manifest a whole lot of feeling like I was wrong in some way. It's exhausting trying to juggle all that guilt and shame.

Then yesterday, while feeling into "I create without agenda, and I dive into my creation to feel and explore and experience it," my frustrated feelings surrounding an old repetitious story of being at odds with a group of people that I loved popped in. I rehashed the whole I'm right and they're wrong scenerio, and why I had them playing this betrayer-like part for me, when it finally struck me:

I was feeling SELF-DOUBT. I was FEELING guilt and shame at possibly having been wrong.

When I closed my eyes and felt into myself while regarding this story: 

I realized I was shrinking my energy field inward, closing myself off, instead of opening myself up. 

When I'm open, suggestions about what could be my truth don't stick to me and my reality. They flow on through and by.

I lay on the couch, closed my eyes, and practiced telling myself all the ways I was wrong, and with each one, I breathed and opened myself up to allowing myself to have been all those wrong ways of being. It was so easy to do. It's still so easy to do. I'm grinning with how easy it is to do. Suddenly, I was no longer feeling emotionally triggered at having been wrong--I was no longer reacting to feeling ashamed. It was nothing at all...There was no charge to spark a manifestation in my reality.

When I am judged (by myself or by an external other) as being WRONG, EVIL, DARK, SELFISH, UGLY--anything and everything I don't want to be--I close my eyes and open wide.

Deep inside I open myself wide instead of shrinking into a tight, protective, defensive, rationalizing self-righteous ball of GUILT and SHAME and DOUBT.

I close my eyes
I open and expand my field of energies--
And I just allow myself to BLOSSOM OPEN beginning from the inside out:
"I was wrong." (I breathe and feel myself OPEN). 
"I was dark." ( I breathe myself OPEN). 
"I was evil that time--no excuse for it."(I breathe myself OPEN). 
"I am chubby." (I breathe and feel myself OPEN).
"I am ugly." (I breathe myself OPEN).

The charge, the trigger of guilt and shame is gone.

I am whatever I choose to resonate with...I have done it all in order to gain compassionate wisdom for my passionate soul.

No more prisons of Guilt and Shame for having been a deep-asleep, terrified, stinky, conniving to survive, all-alone, unworthy-feeling little human.

Of course, I got it wrong...and INSIDE, I'm FINALLY feeling okay with that.

Should I stay or should I go?

"Should I stay or should I go?"

Go ahead, sing the above line along with The Clash. Feel into it...

Don't worry--this won't make you suicidal. If anything, it will calm away any suicidal thoughts.

Choosing to stay here embodied on Earth, or choosing to leave for the other side of the Veil of Forgetting (to die).

This one little choice made in full conscious awareness was a life-changer for me. It changed my perception of life and, therefore, it changed my reality.

And, while I chose to stay, I realize now that it didn't matter which choice I made. There is no right or wrong answer here. Because, either way, simply asking and honestly feeling into answering the question made me more present in my current reality. In that moment I was embodied. I was still going to live life more fully whether I embraced being here and enjoying my human life, or whether I was living each moment as though it were my last.

...and...you can always make a different choice. You're not locked in to one or the other. Some days I felt like leaving, but more and more I found myself choosing to stay because it felt like I was onto something magnificent and new, and I didn't want to miss out. It's more about realizing you have a choice.

Whenever, wherever consciousness is present, life blossoms into beingness.

Ascended Master Tobias, channelled by Geoffrey Hoppe of crimsoncircle.com noted in one of the shouds that many of us Shaumbra were in a state of being more out-of-body than here in it. We were finding life among other deep-asleep, programmed humans quite challenging. We'd been through personal traumatic experiences. I'd lost both my mom and my dad by this time. He invited us to answer this question in order to more fully anchor ourselves here--to stay embodied while we were alive on Earth in human form. We weren't doing ourselves, or anyone else much good by being wishy-washy about being here.

Recently I realized that many of our loved ones who suffer from what is called dementia and alzheimers are pretty much doing the same thing as I once was. Many of them have suffered traumatic losses in their human experiences--maybe having lived long enough to have lost all their peers and friends to the other side of the Veil. Maybe they've lost children or a spouse. Maybe there is a deeply wounded aspect that they strongly identified with and didn't know how to release from their life. Whatever the cause, the outcome has been the same: They aren't staying embodied.

And when we aren't consciously present in these physical bodies, that neglect opens the door to physical and emotional and mental decay and disease.

People suffering from dementia are often their happiest when out in the Near-Earth Realm visiting with their friends who have crossed over. Consciousness is eternal. It lives on whether it has a body or not. These people are actually having a REAL multi-dimensional experience. They've created it.

The only problem is that they don't know that they are the Creator and that they have A CHOICE in how they perceive their created experience. They don't know that they can be fully embodied humans here...and...explore all their many mansions of created realities at the same time. They can both whole-heartedly interact with friends and loved ones who have passed and with those who are still here. I do it all the time. We've been looking at all of this from a perspective of something is wrong. 

Our culture of medicine diagnoses them with these disease labels, and then we watch them slowly decay as their loved ones look on feeling helpless to connect with them. I watch their loved ones enjoyment of their own lives get hijacked by being centered around the perceived suffering of one.

Maybe, just maybe, all these people who have lived and died through these perceived illnesses have been helping us become aware of the more that we each are. What gift are they bearing me in being exactly as they are? I have chosen to let my old limiting identity go, too. Is there really any difference here?

One thing I do know, without a doubt anymore, I sit up each morning in bed and I say, "I am here!"

And most days, even if I feel a bit or a lot of pain, I'm still grinning with that choice to be!

This is my life, these are my creations, and I am diving into experiencing all that I create and all that I am!