Visionaries Are Realists, too

To have a vision means you can see possibilities not yet notably in play in your outer world....but....

if you're seeing it, it IS already happening WITHIN you....

That seed of possibility is sprouting into life....

I can't count the number of times I've been in conversations where the participants resisted being open to other possibilities--especially hopeful ones. People like to commiserate over perceived wrongs in the world for some odd reason, and they seldom go to the extent of offering up solutions to the problem, much less acting on them.

I'd throw in some idea of a potential outcome that wasn't loaded with doom and gloom, and it would often get poo-pooed as being unrealistic. "Penny, that's just not gonna happen. That's just not the way people are. You're just dreaming."

And then we all go our separate ways, dragging with the burden of "that's just the way it is." Well, maybe not me....

The Dream: Me, a Crane, a Duck and a Chicken

One morning in late August of 2005, I was packing for a trip home to visit my sister and brothers in South and North Dakota.

My husband, just waking up, says, "Pen, I had a dream, and I was so mad at you. You were on the Big Hill operating this huge crane that you had no idea how to run, and the arm was flying every which way, smashing the barn--everything--to pieces. You mortally wounded a duck and a chicken--I was so mad at you." 

My husband seemed to have a lot of dreams where I made him mad. Ha-Ha!

I remembered this particular dream because the symbolism of the duck and chicken was so amusingly obvious to me. The duck represented avoidance, and the chicken represented fear. This dream took place two years after my dad's death, when I'd pretty much come fully awake to the idea that I was, we humans were, so much more than the stories and identities we played out together. I was diving into the things I feared most (like losing loved ones to death) and finally facing my own demons within--things I had avoided for fear of not looking so good. 

The chicken and the duck were definitely goners in my world....and....yeah, things got messy because I was going beyond the mental and stepping out of the box into the intuitive--my mind had no idea what I was doing. I was just feeling my way through things. Linearity, cause-effect, and organization were being replaced by quantum dynamics. Like the swinging, out-of-control-appearing arm of the crane--life was coming to me from all different directions, within and without....and the old life was coming apart at the seams....

What does being realistic about life look like?

Is it being realistic to expect someone like a distant politician or a celebrity--neither of whom knows you from Adam--to really actually give a fig about you? Most of the time, they are more concerned with their image of caring and being intelligent and "in the right" than what is happening with Joe and Jane Doe.

Is it realistic to expect even those closest to you--like your family, your parents, your mate, or your children--to be responsible for you after you've reached adulthood? Do you want someone sacrificing living their own best life in order to take care of you? Do you want to let even a loved one choose for you how your life unfolds? Or do you want to be sovereign over your own life?

Is it realistic to expect systems of belief (often driven these days by making profits first or getting power and control over the masses) like businesses, governments, religions, sciences, the media, to know what is best for you, a unique individual--and, more importantly, as I see it--the perceiver and creator of your own realities? Do you really want someone to tell you what to do and how to be? Isn't that rather boring? Isn't it suffocating?

Are you so afraid of who you might be and what you might do that you'll accept whatever limitations someone else doles out? Then keep those metaphorical and literal masks on and keep breathing that stale, vision-squelching air. That's your choice.

I've been allowing the ripping off of those stifling layers of so-called, status quo "protections" for many years now, and my life has gotten way more interesting. I flow much easier than those days when I lived in fear of being and doing wrong, terrified of the next shoe dropping.

Let's get "Real" and sow Seeds of Possibility starting with our daily conversations together....

Of course, an idea can't become real if it isn't even placed into awareness that it has a potential of being....you've got to talk about it.

But before you can talk about a new concept you have to be open and flexible, willing to shift your awareness around to include other points of view. I realized I had to let go of a need to always be right, no matter the cost. I had to allow myself to imagine and feel into other perspectives--something that's not hard to do if I let myself quit identifying with being a certain way. 

One of the worst cop-outs I hear is when someone says to me, "This is just how I am." I feel all energies of an open exchange just drop to nil. All it does is tell me they are unwilling to consider other potentials, so I'm inclined to tune them out, not listen to them or waste my breath.

It does the whole show a great service when the actor can not only convincingly perform his role in relationship with the other cast members, but is also able to view the entire performance as a member of the audience, as the director, as the writer. And as the producer and the financier--as the one who actually invests her energies into its manifestation or real-ization.

Walking out in nature or doing anything involving water, on my own, is often when inspiration strikes....

To allow new concepts to come into my awareness, I discovered I had to literally open myself up--that's it. Just take some deep-into-me breaths, close my eyes, RELAX, and open up my sense of being--the field of energies within and around me....to something other than what I had going....

I literally let go of hanging onto the worries and their stories cycling around in my head and body. I let go of my identity as Penny. I just set them all aside and go to that place where I am nothing but a simple pinpoint of awareness that only knows it exists....

The ideas for the posts I write often come when I am out walking or gardening. Often I get ah-ha's while in or near water--while in the bathroom (bathing or otherwise, if you know what I mean) or while washing dishes or watering plants. Cleaning and getting rid of stuff also has a tendency to make room for new things to flow into my awareness. Sometimes it happens when I'm relaxed and napping with a cat or two or more on my lap or chest. I think of all of it as simply acting out allowing my energies to flow....

At first it felt very vulnerable--to be all open to just anything. I wasn't used to laying it all out there on the table for everyone to see. But then, one by one, the burdens and layers of protection I had hauled around most of my life began to fall away--just because I decided to take another look at things I had tried so hard to bury away within myself. Away from the possible judgment and condemnation of others, as well.

Only this time, I did it choosing to have self-compassion and giving myself the benefit of the doubt. I wasn't out to rationalize or excuse away my actions of the past--I just allowed myself to be honest about how I perceived and felt about myself and life at that specific period in my life. Always--the worst things I felt I'd done, when I looked back, I realized I'd done so out of a very limited idea of who I was and what my life was about. I thought some other god out there in the ethers was controlling my life. Limited awareness brings in limited experiences--and limited reactions to those experiences.

"Are you unpoopular?...Do you pop out at parties?"

Lucy Ricardo's iconic, messed up lines after several botched takes (and several spoon-fulls of product) for a commercial promoting the Vitameatavegamin elixir, the content of which was mostly alcohol, actually pretty much fits me these days. I'm generally more "unpoopular" than popular.

For instance, when in the midst of people discussing politics and I drop in with choosing to be sovereign and not playing the game at all--I kind of lose popularity. There's generally an uncomfortable halt in the conversation, eyes looking anywhere but at me, and then the interaction continues on as if I didn't say a word.

When people are commiserating over the grimness in the world and how bad it is out there and how bad it's going to get, and I "pop up" with the idea that it may well be a chaotic mess out there....and....it's just all the old being shaken up and cleared out for something new, possibly even freer, for everyone--well, things get quiet for a moment then, too. Then off it all goes back to focusing on all that's dramatic and "wrong" out there.

People don't like me throwing out a bit of sunshine on their rainy parades. And they don't like being reminded that if it's in your life, you--and only you--put it all there, just as it is. No matter what the issue is: health, politics, government, finances, education, medicine, religion, etc. When a person takes full responsibility for putting into play whatever situation they are experiencing it blows those old victimhood conversations apart at their foundations.

Just because it is so now doesn't mean it has to stay that way....

I anticipate the best out of people I meet--I know that potential is within all of us. Do I necessarily get it all the time? No, but that is on that individual, not me....

I'd rather live my life as a hopeful visionary who acts out my best life with better possibilities as my focus--and later discover I was totally wrong--than be a grim perpetuator of the idea of "this reality is all there is....just deal with it."

I will always keep loving and looking for the good in all of us, no matter what....

I know none of us needs a watchdog or babysitter--we're all capable of choosing to DO NO HARM, especially when we're awake to who we truly are....

I will focus my conversations on hope and the very REAL possibility of living out a life more spectacular than the one conceived by my limited Little Human mind--the part of me that could only envision future possibilities based on what happened in the past. I am not my past. I am NOW....

And....I'm going to keep popping out and talking about openness, freedom, sovereignty, and compassionate, all-accepting self-responsibility....even if it makes me unpoopular at parties....

Living My Best Life Makes Laws of Others Obsolete

If every human chose to live their own best life and quietly just went about it, minding their own business and lending a hand when one sees the need, then all those laws on the books, and those making and enforcing them, would be rendered obsolete....bullies and their clattering chatter fade away when they have no one to listen, to intimidate....

And....this is very DOABLE.

We can each do it, one-by-one, on our own....you just CHOOSE it and LIVE IT OUT--no excuses, no whining, no playing the victim....

Leave the money issues out of it. Money is only a means of witnessing or experiencing a Let's Pretend energy exchange--a communication. We each have our own energy field in service to us alone--no one can actually take any of it away from another. We can choose to pretend to have any type of experience here--some with less money, some with more, some in-between. But, ultimately, even if you're experiencing poverty--you, alone, gave yourself that situation. You are radiating out that you are poor so your own energy field is taking form to match its master's command to manifest into an ABUNDANCE of LACK--You da' master!

Throwing money at an issue doesn't necessarily solve it, yet that is what humans do, and what ensues is often complicated B.S....

I still live modestly and I know it's within me to have a more elegant life style....yet, it doesn't matter that much to me or I'd be bringing it in. I could travel more....and....right now, I like my home life with our cats and my own bed. But I have noticed that throughout my life, even when I played out the poverty story with my parents, I've always had a warm home and plenty of food and clothing for my needs of the moment.

My life got much easier and more graceful when I looked at money as an energy to flow rather than to count, hoard and stockpile. When I have traveled in the past, I put it on the one credit card we have and I paid the entire balance of the card off when it came due at the end of the month, as I always do. 

Our mortgage is paid off and that was immensely liberating....and....there will come a day when home mortgages and car payments and insurance are obsolete--when humans realize they are each manifesting what they want to experience, and so are no longer stuck in identities and stories permanently.

It's amazing what happened when I quit worrying about money. I encourage you to pay every bill--with gratitude that you can do so--immediately when it comes due or when you get the statement. Don't use a credit card unless you pay it off in full at the end of each month--the word CREDIT means I don't have the money now. That's the story you radiate out to the energies that serve you. Making small payments on a credit card perpetuates that story of not having enough in the moment at hand.

We have a credit card only because it's a means of safe and convenient money exchange on the internet or when traveling. But I think of it as a checkbook or debit card.

Are you looking for equal opportunity to have whatever experience you choose....or to play victim?

If you want to pretend to be a cat--that's up to you--but I'm not interested in feeding you cat chow, petting you, or cleaning your pee and poop box. You take responsibility for yourself and whatever identity you choose to play out--sovereign masters don't bully others by installing a law to play in your "Let's Pretend" game. These identity laws, my beloved Divine Human brothers and sisters are some of the silly laws being promoted. Just say, "Hell, no!"....and....walk away....

And if you have a penis, use the men's restroom. Those with vaginas--use the women's. Those with both, take your pick. Little kids, go with whichever parent is available to ensure your safety until you're old enough to go in on your own. Common sense....no law necessary....

When I close my eyes and feel into myself--that truly Free Divine Human, Sovereign Master of my own life--all those old fights and struggles, blame, shame, misery, suffering and guilt fall away.... 

"I accept full, compassionate responsibility for my entire life, all my experiences and my perceptions of them--past, NOW, and future...."

I don't need to tell anyone else what they need to fix about themselves or point any blaming fingers at myself or anyone else. When I ignored the noisy "law-makers on all levels" and the mainstream agenda-driven news, none of whom really know me personally, my life got simpler and more graceful. NO ONE has any power over me unless I hand them my sovereignty on a platter.

In the Old Testament of the Christian Holy Bible there is the Book of Judges. It's been many years since I've read it, but what I got from it was that the people of the time didn't want to take responsibility for their own life and how they interacted with others--their neighbors. They actually wanted someone to give them some rules and to handle any of their disagreements with others for them. They chose to have mediators. Thus, came the Judges and the Laws.

Basically, we Divine beings in human vessels limited our awareness even more by choosing that experience....and....we had a purpose in doing so. How else can we explore the meaning and qualities of freedom if we don't have the experience of living it out with its contrast--forms of imprisonment on all levels?

And....that all was So Yesterday....

We are all emerging from that sleepy nap of having been a Little Human blind to the creator beings we all are, and at the whim and mercy of a cruel world littered with outside, other than thyself, gods with a wide spectrum of inconsistent rules and one-sided, imbalanced ideas of justice.

The time has come, the time is now--take up your own INHERENT freedom and sovereignty....and live your best life on your own terms....you won't do any harm if you trust yourself and just decide to do your best....

I think you're worth it, and YOU are the only one capable of doing it....

I wish you all the best....always....

"Once upon a time, I GAVE MYSELF this experience...": I'm Nobody's Victim

Being the creator of my own reality or experiences definitely has its perks.

No matter what story I'm immersed in--whether it's a physical or emotional disease, or a dysfunctional relationship--if it's in my life, I put it there simply to have the experience. When I give it no more meaning other than that, it loses its oomph when I'm done playing in it, and dissolves away. 

I am free and I am the sovereign of my own life--no one else has dominion over me....

When I believe a disease or a bad relationship, or some disaster or tragedy is in my life as some form of punishment doled out by someone or something outside of my body of conscious awareness, then suddenly I'm having to cope with something I have no responsibility for creating, thus I play out the role of being a victim of some circumstance beyond my control. I am at the mercy of someone or something other than myself. I can actually feel myself shrink up into a fetal position when I feel into this perspective. No wonder I used to get the awful and frustrating experiences I got when I had this way of perceiving myself and my life.

Being in a human body is a limited and unnatural state of being for divinity....and....that very limitation is its GIFT to my soul....

In order to have this new viewpoint I had to start seeing myself as spirit or divinity learning who and what it was by lowering its vibration enough to immerse into a biological body so it could play out experiences in an environment of sequences (linearity) and contrasts (duality). 

I think of it as being in a sensual human costume--The Experiencer (I say it and act it out like Arnold Schwarzenegger does The Terminator). And, while in these incredible get-ups, acting out various roles, we play "Let's Pretend" stories out on an amazing and magnificent stage--our beloved Earth.

Much as I think I'd love to dress up more often in costumes just for the fun of it, I don't do it because all the make-up, wigs, and even the clothing can feel so uncomfortable for me--it feels so unnatural and restrictive, itchy.  And that is pretty much how my human body has felt--and it felt the worst when I saw myself as being the victim in a cruel world, at the mercy of someone or something other than myself. I've kind of known that some part of me was free and light enough to fly....

Energies seek to flow and flex--to be without restriction. To be free of its "I'm just a Little Human Puppet" story....We are all so much more....

With this embracing of the idea that I'm a much-loved human gifting its soul with the wisdom its master self distills out from all my TEMPORARY human experiences--well, it changes absolutely everything in my past, in my present, and it opens wide my future possibilities....

Close your eyes, feel into one of your worst experiences, and say, 

"Once upon a time, I GAVE MYSELF this experience...."

This morning, I had the above little tool pop into my awareness as I was feeling into my previous post on the Roundtable Discussions: Practicing Your Own Self-Sovereignty and Embodied Mastery. 

Try it out, see what happens for you....

Roundtable Discussions: Practicing Your Own Self-Sovereignty and Embodied Mastery

"Why are you alive? 

Do you know why, or are you letting others decide for you?"

Lee Harris asked this very provocative question in his recent November, 2022, Energy Update. 

It got me feeling into why I am here and staying, and what is it that I'm wanting to experience in this last lifetime? These are the memories and impressions that have been flowing through my awareness ever since I asked myself what I'm still here for:

My favorite childhood memories are of my family and friends and passers-through sitting around our kitchen table telling stories of their experiences, and there would be so much laughter that I hated having to go to bed, for fear of missing out on something fun.

Then in the early 1990s, when I dived into the conspiracy realms that caused me to read the Christian Bible in search of a spiritual life vest, I would return to my hometown and its local restaurant to sit in a booth with my brothers and sister, my mom and dad, and friends; and we started talking about what I now see were spiritual realizations, near-death experiences, and self-sovereignty ideas, and what those looked like in our individual lives. We discussed books and reading material that definitely wasn't mainstream. I loved those moments! That restaurant is now closed and, along with my parents, one of my dear biological brothers has passed, as have many of the friends with whom I visited there. I was one of the younger ones.

That era morphed into the start of the Millenium, where I discovered channeled entities like the ascended masters: Tobias, Adamus Saint-Germain and Kuthumi Lal Singh. These channeled beings resonated the most harmoniously with me because they all had been in the human form when they had their realizations of who they really were. They had first-hand experience of what I was going through, and I have always loved hearing their personal stories.

I'm done playing the role of Student

I was an A-student in most of my schooling, but I probably wouldn't be so much so these days. I hit burn-out in college while trying to continue learning what others considered facts, so I never earned a degree. I hit a roadblock where regurgitating something a teacher lectured on in front of a classroom got really old and stale and suffocating. The memorization and organizational abilities I once exhibited--qualities that instructors appreciated--suddenly flew out the window. None of what I studied anymore mattered enough to me to even attempt to retain it. I couldn't envision, much less feel, myself in any of the careers I attempted to make myself fit into--a landscape designer, an elementary teacher, a massage therapist.

With that said, while I eagerly participated in, and financially supported, the shouds of the Crimson Circle and resonated so deeply with the ideas and tools they shared to help make life a bit easier to take, I found myself still feeling a bit on the outside looking in. I found they were challenging my sense of self-sovereignty and embodied mastery, not so much in the shouds, but when I would occasionally sign up for one of their workshops or classes. 

The first SES, or sexual energy school workshop offered by Tobias through the Crimson Circle required attendees to submit an application for it, and they wanted "professionals" in that first workshop in order to lend it more credence to the outer world. By no means was I a formally educated expert, but I did have my own profound realizations surrounding the sexual energy virus prior to finding the Crimson Circle. I chose to not even bother applying. Maybe I would have gotten accepted, maybe not. I still haven't done that class, and because of that I can't get into their other deeper workshops.

Someone telling me, "'You're wrong and that's no way to be," rankles the hell out of me.

Then, in the intros to all of the CC classes I did subscribe to, it was firmly stated that this DVD I paid for could not be passed along to others--that it was "Just Wrong" to share it with anyone other than myself. Now that most of the classes are streamed from the Cloud, it's not even an issue--I watch it and forget it's even on my computer--but I've never purchased another type of CD or DVD and felt I couldn't give it to someone else when I was done with it. To me, it was like passing along a book that I enjoyed so much I wanted to share the experience of it with another.

It was the basic idea that I was being told what was the wrong way to be--that's what stuck in my craw. It's too similar to a parent tape reeling around in my head, my dad saying, "Pen, that's selfish--that's no way to be." 

Tobias literally stated, "You've never done anything wrong, ever." And yet....

I'm done waiting for others

When we were encouraged to give ourselves the Master diploma, some Shaumbra took their sweet time in procrastinating over it. I grabbed it and set off, but others didn't, and so much of the shoud's focus became on getting those others to claim their own mastery. I was embracing my mastery but it felt like I was still being treated as a student. Beings I still wanted the comfort of feeling like I wasn't alone, I continued to participate and be a part of their Angel program until it just no longer seemed a good fit for me either. 

I took a break from the Crimson Circle for a few years. In the meantime, their focus seemed to change, too. They were gearing up to making themselves more accessible and appealing and entertaining to the newbies. I have recently begun participating and paying for the monthly Shouds again, and I am enjoying the material and finding it insightful and helpful with the changing timescape that embodied mastery brings....and....I'm also realizing I'm still feeling like a bit of an outsider.

In summation, my beloved Crimson Circle family is turning out to be yet another stepping stone for me, though a very beloved one....They are on a mission which I feel myself once again veering off away from. They still are contributing hugely to ascended consciousness and living a life of embodied mastery--and I deeply admire and appreciate all they are doing...and....I seem to have put some issues between us that keeps me still feeling a bit separate, that I need to do this my way--and workshops and SES certifications and aspectology courses, or any of their other deeper workshops aren't meant for me to partake of.

I put Crimson Circle here to play out the role exactly the way I am experiencing them, though it's been a long and painfully difficult struggle within me to come to terms with not agreeing with someone I admire and appreciate and love so much. I know they agreed to do this for me so I'd quit trying to fit in, and instead find my own expression and bring forth my own creation....They haven't really betrayed me or let me down. By playing the part of failing me, they've helped me to open up and allow my own expression on the subject....so, thank you.... 

The Roundtable Discussions

I'm realizing with that "Why am I alive?" question that I have my own flavor of a contribution to make. It runs along similar lines in many ways....and....I have a different take on how to encourage self-sovereignty and embodied mastery: The Roundtable Discussions: Practicing Your Own Self-Sovereignty and Embodied Mastery. It's a safe and sacred place where we get to share and laugh with others about ourselves and all the wonders--and scrapes--life as a Divine Human has to offer.

I envision a small gathering of individuals interested in sharing their own stories of realization, and their practice of self-sovereignty and embodied mastery. Each person, without interruption, shares the story of an experience they had and the wisdom they personally gained from it. And with the technology we have, those discussions can be shared with a larger audience so humans can get exposed to, and accustomed to hearing the stories of how it looked and felt for others who've claimed their own mastery. So mastery is realized as being a natural and attainable state of being for every human.

The only prerequisites are that each person participating in the roundtable accepts total compassionate responsibility for their entire life, and that we honor one another's sovereignty. That means no victimhood whinings, no unsolicited advice, no "I'm going to heal you" agendas. No causes, no solicitations, no proselytizing, no processing tired old "Poor Me" or "But I'm Trying!" stories. You see, when you're the master you realize there is nothing to fix or heal. 

If anyone has any comments to make afterwards, it would be a recommended guideline that it be a realization that the shared story inspired within themselves. 

We are not a support group either, where the focus is on how misunderstood we are by the world at large.

I'm not interested in empty, boring quotes or what somebody else taught you

A few weeks ago I had a couple of young women ring my doorbell. There they stood, bible marked and ready for them to read their quote to me. I used to just let the Jehovah Witnesses and the young Mormon missionaries who disturbed me in my home say their little spiel and then we'd part ways as I pasted a tolerating grin on my face. This time I allowed myself to smile and tell them I wasn't interested. End of interaction.

But I've always had this accompanying thought that I never let myself say, "I'd rather hear your personal stories and the wisdom you gained from those experiences. This other stuff--basically regurgitation of someone else's words, ideas and perceptions of the world--B-O-R-I-N-G! I am interested in you, your life, and what you've discovered about yourself here."

I have no desire to teach or be somebody's guru that hands out a bunch of convoluted rules and rituals to practice. That crap never worked for me. I don't mentally visualize or meditate or pray. I'm very practical about conscious awareness--a spirit having a human vessel experience in order to know itself better--and I choose to live it out as my daily practice, using the tools I've found helpful along the way. 

So, why am I alive? One of the greatest contributions I have to offer by staying here is that I appreciate the gifts of being that I am, that we all are, always, in all our ways. I view life on this Earth from a very broad perspective....and I live that out, moment by moment....

Most of all, I feel it would be great fun for me to swap some stories over beverages and biscuits, and have some great, I-almost-peed-my-pants laughs....

Related Posts:

"Once upon a time I GAVE MYSELF this experience....": I'm Nobody's Victim

True Freedom: Can I Handle It?

The Savior, The Martyr, The Superhero: Are They Overrated?

The Savior 

Do I need, or even want to be saved? 

For me, the whole savior concept has felt a bit off. I never resonated with it even when I explored the Christian religion. I very much loved and appreciated Yeshua (Jesus). I soaked up his messages and his parables and anything I could find about his entire life story from his birth to his death. I perceived him as a beloved brother and friend, and I still do. I also recognized him as a standard of beingness possible for me. But he's not my master and he's not my mediator with my own divinity, my own soul, or my Eternal Source. I'm the only one who can fulfill that role for myself.

I've written previously about a Good Friday experience my husband and I had that completely put me off the whole savior thing. In a twisted way, they did me a service, but not the way they intended, I'm sure. The church we attended handed out nails to everyone, and we were told to hammer it into the cross at the altar in order to remind us what we did to Jesus and the sacrifice he made of himself in order to save us from our sorry-assed, sinning selves. Yeah, I'm still a bit perturbed at that one, and also laughing at myself now that I've had several years of distance from the whole ordeal.

The Martyr

Truly, do you want someone nailed to a cross and strung up there to die in such a ghastly way for you? Close your eyes and feel into the weight of carrying that around throughout your daily life....It's a riot, isn't it? It causes my shoulders to hunch, and at the same time shreds me up, and spits me out all over the place to be walked on by all manner of foot wear.

So many current Christian religions preach of Jesus being the one and only son of god, and people are quite defensive in that viewpoint, but when I read the Christian Bible, Jesus stated that there were those who would come after him who would do all the things he did and more. He also seemed to me to be showing anyone who'd listen that each person could have the same type of relationship with divinity as he did--that Heaven was right at hand for anyone open to it.

But people want the comfort of what they've lived out most of their lives. They are pretty much afraid of what they might do if they let themselves off that leash.

Sacrifice and martyrdom are highly valued ideals in this world. I even tried it out back in my conspiracy tangent days. I thought I could withstand going to prison if it meant saving my world and the children I so loved from power-loving humans who'd created corrupt systems of taxation, law, medicine, education, etc. in order to get control of the masses. 

I tried to change it from within the system by filing a sovereignty claim in the courthouse--but that only got me more power plays, more fighting, more harassment. It ended up being quite costly financially, with no resolution. 

And when I saw people I knew going to jail, it brought the hard truth home to me that it wasn't as romantic as I'd made it out to be in my head. That maybe I didn't want to rot away inside four walls for reasons most wouldn't understand--that the very people I was sacrificing myself for had no idea that's what I was doing. It was quite a humbling realization--I was still basically an unimportant nobody in the eyes of the rest of the world.

Ultimately, all that was gained was the compassionate wisdom I got from the experience, and the understanding that I couldn't change the world--that it would then in turn try to change me. I realized that all change had to start within me--me with myself. That I was never meant to change anyone else. All my answers were meant solely for me, and I was reminded of that by this little melody that began playing over and over within me as I walked on beyond my toe-dip into conspiracy days:

"The answers lie within you,

I found them here in me.

How much more must we endure before we're all free?"

The Superhero: A combination of the savior and the martyr.

My husband and I used to enjoy watching the comic superhero films like Spiderman, Ironman, Captain America, Thor, Wonder Woman, to name a few. They were entertaining for a time, but lately, we both find our interest in the whole superhero concept waning. The actors are great, but the story-lines are the same. The heroes all have a tragic and angsty past, as do those playing their nemesis and their love interests. 

It's just all the same formula, and, once again, I don't feel as though our planet or humanity needs saving by a masked superhuman or alien. At this point, I just can't seem to relate with the idea, much as I'm finding it more and more difficult to relate with individuals who choose to abuse and misuse drugs, sex, alcohol, etc. for escapism and recreation and self-flagellation. 

Nor can I relate to individuals who insist on playing out the martyred victim role in their relationships. I've been there, done that, and I've had my fill. I just don't want to dive into that old, now really boring stuff anymore.There is so much more, we are so much more....

Do humans need to appreciate and take more responsibility for loving and treating with respect the planet which supports us? Yes....and....once again, that's up to each human being to freely choose how their individual world reality manifests itself. I'm responsible for my own creation--no one else's.

I love this gem of a planet. I love the beauty of nature, the animal kingdom, the plants, the minerals, the waters, the mountains, plains, the skies! I love humans--some more than others, depending on their behavior here....and....even when I don't like them much at all due to the roles they are playing out here for me, I still realize that I wish no one any ill will....and....I really love that!

The master is of greater service than the servant....or the savior....

So, who is the master? I am! You are!

Becoming a master is actually quite simple and natural--everyone will experience it eventually. It's dependent upon the individual's preference for how long or short he or she chooses to make their own journey into the remembering realization of who they actually are. My realization just came to me naturally over the course of some very challenging experiences. And then I wholeheartedly embraced the fact that I created absolutely everything in my life--all of my experiences. That I am experiencing a world of my own making.

Nobody actually did anything to me that I didn't allow to happen in the first place. I put it all right here, right now, and no one but me can un-create it, or neutralize the energy of the manifestation back to zero point pure energy.

That understanding was my realization of true freedom--my saving grace, if you will....I didn't need a savior, a martyr or a superhero....

I'm excited about experiencing my daily manifestations now that I've realized who I am and what I'm capable of....I'm no longer stuck in a prison that was of my own making to begin with.