Sensitives: The Art of Walking a Mile in Another's Moccasins

Sensitives are empathetic and compassionate by nature. Empathy and compassion are the ability to feelingly imagine what it's like to walk in another's shoes.

I grew up on my mom's adopted adage: "Never judge another until you've walked a mile in his/her moccasins." It's easy for me to feel what it must be like for someone else--I do it so naturally it happens without me thinking about it.

For a good portion of my life, I had difficulty discerning what was my personal baggage and what belonged to others--most of it belonged to others. I would take on another person's issue or crisis as if it was my own and I'd work and feel my way through it, always hoping to resolve it for them. I found answers for many things--but they were only answers for myself. Often the other person didn't care enough, or wasn't curious enough, to resolve his/her issue to even ask a question, much less search for an answer, or even look at mine. They were enjoying their story and their experience too much to let it go. In that case, I learned to let them go. Compassion allowed me to drop their burden and leave their story until they chose to be done with it, or not.

Choosing to be curious and aware and open to shifting your perspective can bring a great deal of clarity to your situation. And with clarity comes release from an illness or story or identity.

After all, if it's in my life, I put it there, and it will stay in my life as long as I'm getting some benefit from it on some level. Everything in my life is there in service to me.

Too often, we FEED the "poor" VICTIM, and that perpetuates the story.

It's often been my experience that those who claim illness or imbalance as their state of being--whether it's emotional, mental, physical or spiritual--CHOOSE NOT to imagine themselves in the shoes of their own loved ones and caregivers. I don't think they realize they can do it even--I think they're unconscious of having made that choice.

And they use their illnesses to be energy feeders--vampires. In many cases I'm not certain they're fully aware that they're doing that. They hijack relationships by CHOOSING to make themselves and their illness stories the FOCUS of attention for themselves and others.

Doctor and specialist appointments, treatments, diets and medications become the focus of people's lives. I've observed many of these illness situations become full-time jobs for the sick person and family members. I watch it become work that people bring home with them. And it usurps spending a lot more fun and enjoyable time with friends and loved ones.

When I feel sick, the last thing I want is a visitor. I want to be able to thoroughly enjoy another's company.

I have a friend who was diagnosed with bipolar illness, and pretty much our entire relationship revolved around her diagnosis. For awhile, I let her get by with crazy, abusive things simply because she had a "I can be crazy all I want to and get by with it free" card. She had an excuse to treat people like she wouldn't if she wasn't "chemically imbalanced--poor thing". I'm wondering now if she ever once imagined what it was like for her family members, her loved ones, who did everything they could possibly do to try to make her life happier, only to have her throw it back in their face and do another poor, pitiful me episode that landed her in yet another hospital. Did she ever imagine what it was like to be in her own mom's shoes?

I'm not pointing a finger of blame here because, again, I don't think she was aware that she was making a choice, and most of our illnesses and imbalances are a result of karma and ancestral biology--factors that affect our lives until we wake up out of the "Little Human just trying to survive" dream, and realize we can simply CHOOSE to RELEASE ourselves from all karma and ancestral stories. That's all it takes--choosing ownership of, and compassionate forgiving responsibility for your own life makes karma and bloodline baggage null and void. Choose to CONSCIOUSLY release yourself from it, and you start with a fresh, clean slate. All of that past stuff was done out of blindness to who you really are--there's nothing to feel guilty about or ashamed of. You were just deep asleep in a survival hypnosis.

When people get yearly physicals or feel under the weather and go to a health professional or guru and get a diagnosis, I wonder how many question whether or not they're going to claim that diagnosis as their own? 

Do they know THEY have the ULTIMATE CHOICE in that matter? 

Do they realize they are the ones selecting and creating their own reality experience? 

A diagnosis is only a SUGGESTION of a potential you can choose whether or not to claim as your own truth, just like a suggestion a hypnotist makes to his subject who is under hypnosis. If he suggests you are a chicken and you accept that as who you are, you're going to be clucking, flapping your arms and strutting around like a chicken. Even though we all seem wide awake, most of mass consciousness is under hypnosis, especially those not questioning the status quo, especially those who aren't curious as to whether there is more to life than the current one they are living.

Can they imagine themselves living out the diagnosis...and...can they imagine living a life free of any diagnosis? Imaginatively feeling what it could be like to dramatically act out both scenarios helps you pick the potential you want to experience more easily and gracefully. -- I do this all the time.

That's called FEELING into POTENTIAL experiences--and we have a plethora available to us that we've never realized were even there before simply because we've been defaulting to the same perspectives and habits and stories over and over again. We've been accepting the suggestions of mass consciousness as our own truths.

For all of you family members with loved ones with Alzheimer's dis-ease and dementia--they are busy playing in other dimensions, in other realities. They generally aren't in pain when they're out there, and they're pretty much not present in this reality, and I don't think most of them realize what they are putting you through.

Ask them to imagine what it's like to be in your own shoes. I don't know what your answer will be. On some level, they don't want to be here on Earth in this reality anymore, and there is no shame in that, but if they want to leave they can die and take their body with them--no guilt, no shame. And the rest of you who are choosing to stay and play the Earth game can do so burden-free. I'm not endorsing suicide or murder here either--you can choose to leave your identity and story without that painful gore and trauma, which are hurtful to family and loved ones.

Cowardice is not in choosing to leave--you can choose to die (something most of us humans have done hundreds and thousands of times) and simply go in ease and grace. Cowardice, fellow sovereign, is play-acting crazy and feeding off your loved ones pain and suffering in trying to take care of you because you're not choosing to be present in your own life.

Consciously choosing to imagine what life must feel like to be one's caregiver opens you up to a new conscious awareness. That willingness to shift my perspective made me heal and balance quicker. It stopped me from energetically feeding off them.

When I was sick in the past, I often felt how it was affecting my husband. When I got a diagnosis for scoliosis and allowed myself to imagine a future of treatments and possible surgeries and doctoring--that made me choose to take responsibility for my own well being. I chose to not claim scoliosis anymore. When I realized that stomach cramps often resulted in me passing out and getting bruised while jarring my husband out of a deep sleep to the sounds of crashing, I decided that waking my husband and asking him to warm me a heating pad made more sense and was far less dramatic and traumatic for us both. I made sure I had secured my footing when I experienced vertigo. I rested when I was too exhausted to function. I hydrated myself and fed myself. I took myself for easy and enjoyable walks to help flow my energies, to breathe more consciously. I CHOSE to simply be kind to myself--and that made it easier for my loved ones, as well as for myself.

Choosing to be curious about what it must feel like to walk in another's shoes or what it would be like to act out different scenarios breaks open the prison of the stories we feel trapped in. 

It opens a person up to CHOOSING potentials of life experience with more clarity, rather than defaulting to the old "this is just the way life is" consciousness of the masses. You become the actual owner of your gift of life...

Life: An Assorted Mess of Sensual Personalized Gifts

Seeing absolutely everything in one's life as a gift requires a huge shift in perspective. 

It means I make the choice to view all my enemies as being gifts packaged JUST FOR ME, instead of being something for me to fight. 

It means I ask the question, "What gift are you bearing me in being as you are right now?"

I drop my weapons and shields, 
I take a deep breath, and I take a step back--
I open up my perspective to a broader view of the whole picture,
and I look for what I've discovered about myself from this situation.

Gifts, gifts--all of them gifts of grace. There is always something to be grateful for in every situation:

The Gift of DEATH of my loved ones was that it shot me into deep inner reflection--I stopped being busy on the outside for a bit, and I listened to what was going on within me. It helped me realize how profoundly and unconditionally I loved all of us all along, even when on the surface we may have been squabbling like tantrum-throwing brats, taking one another for granted, and holding grudges.

Death helped me to let go of the stories and play-acts that I was tired and bored with, even miserable in.

One of the gifts of death is that I got so tired of being afraid of death that I went pro-active with it. I explored it. I explored my feelings and perceptions and ideas about it. When old and traditional and religious answers didn't resonate with me, I looked beyond the conventional, and the next thing I knew I was talking with spiritual entities on the other side of the Veil of Forgetting.

Losing a loved one to death also marked the end of each of my own lifetimes--I changed and became a new person because I viewed things differently. Because of the influence of those experiences and people and beings, I started making more consciously aware choices. I got braver about life. I started cutting through the crap layers of hypnosis and getting to the point of what mattered most of all to me.

The Gift of CANCER when I lost my dad was that I quit trying (emphasis on the trying) to be busy and successful, and went home to savor his presence while I could. I actually blossomed spiritually. I watched our entire family do that very thing--we made time to be together, to laugh, to eat, to cry, to enjoy each others company in a manner never done before. My sensual awareness came to life--some of the simplest moments were more colorful, vibrant and meaningful.

I saw how getting a diagnosis can influence a person's expectations and their creation of the reality they each then experience. I saw all of us play-acting out the disease of cancer--we played the parts of patient, family, caregivers, friends, even spiritual guides. We played out anger and manipulation scenes. We played out forgiveness and helping to shoulder burdens. We played with energy feeding. We played out compassion and REAL love. And we play-acted, and we played and we played...

Everyday life got more sensual, down to where I can still feel how frazzled to a crisp, hot that summer was, the cotton-clogged feel in my mouth and nose, it was so fine-dusted dry. In those moments, I could more easily understand how Dad grappled for a good breath. I can still smell my welcome relief  when a rainstorm broke the spell and filled the cracks in the ground, sweetly moistening the air of which I drank deeply, as though it was an elixir.

One day I stood on top of the Big Hill by Mom's grave and I held my arms out and let the wind hold me as it blew my tears and troubles out. I'm generally not very infatuated with the wind, and I can grumble with the best of them when I feel tossed and pushed about by it. But that moment, the wind was my greatest friend and supporter.

Every time I have German chocolate cake, I'm transported to one of those last days with Dad when he was sitting outside visiting with my brothers, and as I passed by on some errand, he raises his fork and calls over to me, "Look, Pen! I'm eating chocolate cake and it's going down good, too!" Swallowing was difficult for him, but his happiness and joy in his kids being with him made all of it easier.

Mom's prior death had us talking more honestly and from the heart with each other, but Dad's cancer diagnosis took it all another leap further. I only recently realized that I never once prayed to a god outside of myself that entire time. Yet I realized how compassionate I was--that I wanted to honor my dad's choices about his own life. That I wanted him to know I (not some other god out there in the ethers) loved and was grateful for him; and that I chose to be with him every step of the way, as far as it was humanly possible for me to go.

Actually, I watched all of us kids and grand kids choosing to honor our individual relationships with Dad--we allowed each other our separate time with him. No one played the favorites game.

And the night Dad and I got into a tiff was one of my greatest gifts of all--because it made me realize that we weren't perfect humans. I finally took the pressure off myself of trying to stay on a self-righteous pedestal that I kept falling off all the time anyway. While a part of me did immediately recognize it as a gift to be able to disagree and fight with my dad, another part felt ashamed of myself for doing it when he was low on oxygen, thus panicked and not quite in his most balanced state of mind.

Yet even that feeling of shame was a gift because that allows me to relate with others who experience guilt and shame and regret. One of my greatest joys was when I realized how to forgive myself my own perceived trespasses--to call it what it was, which was simply play-acting character roles that were not who I really am. We're all pretending to be human, and simply forgetting that we're just playing a Let's Pretend game. When I view the game as a gift instead of a testing and proving ground, I feel a celebration of gratitude for everything experienced because of the compassionate wisdom I gained from all of it, from all of us.

When humans open up their perspective to seeing life as a gift of experiences, then the services of Death and Disease and War become obsolete, and eventually exist no more in our reality. They are no longer needed to force us inward to quiet reflection and profound realization. With every negative experience there are an infinite number of positives mixed in with it--we've focused most of our attention and memory on that one little slice of negativity though, and that focus made it into a mountain in our reality. Open up, forgive yourself for what you wincingly think of as your screw-up--that wasn't really you--and that shift will allow you to see how much more was going on than you realized. That you were more amazing and grand than you were giving yourself credit for by holding onto the pain and condemnation.

Right now, I'm experiencing the gift of physical pain. I love gardening on balmy spring days. I love clearing out all the old, dead plant matter, smelling the earthy aromas, reveling in the bright lime green of new growth emerging, of youth and possibility. So I got outside a few days ago and cleared out a bagful of debris from my flower beds. I only worked for a couple of hours, and I quit long before I wanted to, all because I chose not to push things so as not to make a night full of pain out of something I enjoy.

I still managed to do enough to bring on a couple of sleepless, throbbing, aching days and nights. It hurts to walk even. I don't do medications of any kind anymore--they don't work at all with me. Heck, even a cold compress doesn't seem to do much, and that used to help reduce the swelling a bit. None of the old methods work--I just feel it, and wish I could bawl it out like I used to do so easily. Once in awhile, I have asked my husband to deeply massage a spot--and that can get painful enough to make me squeak out a few tears--but I don't often do it because he's going through all these body of consciousness transformations, as well. He's exhausted and sore, too.

Lately, I just seem to feel the jolts and observe myself in the moment. I know I'm alright, and I actually tell myself, "You're okay, Pen. Just breathe it in and blow it out. It'll pass. I'm okay." I'm not afraid of it. It's just kind of a pain right now--pun totally intended--AND...I know I'm okay, no matter what happens. I could even die in pain, but I'd still be okay. I still, and always will, exist.

So where's the gift in all of that, Pen? Well, all that pain is helping me to let go of "trying to worry over and work at a living." Taking on a job is out of the question. It doesn't take much right now to exhaust me because I have so many layers and levels of change and transformation going on with me, much of it which can't be seen with the human eye. Yet, it's all very real to me.

I DO KNOW deep down that my reality creates itself around me and in me according to the consciousness I radiate out. I know that if I'm radiating out that I need to suffer and work hard at creating the reality and existence I desire, then the energies serve me by delivering me a life that I have to really sweat at and sometimes bleed for.

I've experienced a plethora of physical symptoms (many of them unpleasant) in the last couple of decades--and it's all been connected to my awakening conscious awareness of my own Divinity and to my current embodied realization of what it's like to be a Divine Human. I'm changing from the old ancestral and karma-created biology into a Light Body, and that has been one hell of a ride. I know my life is infinitely and inherently, naturally abundant--in other words, I don't need to work for a living. But I'm in a human body that's had lifetime after lifetime where we humans have accepted the programming that life is just a lot of angst, work and worries--"That's just how life is--survival of the fittest. Make do with it."

I often think I have a difficult time being still and just allowing life to come to me, but I look around me at all those other busy humans rushing around through life, trying to get ahead and be somebody to someone else, and I realize I'm actually doing better at allowing myself to receive in grace and ease than I was giving myself credit for. I finally actually like me, and because of that, I'm better with everyone else than I was in the past.

And I also realize that it's not easy being something of a consciousness pioneer in the midst of so much hypnosis and mental programming. It's too easy to judge oneself as being "lazy" while in the midst of so much hustle and bustle. But I keep going back to being quiet and content with myself because the realizations and being at peace with myself are so worth it. The freedom is worth it.

When I chose to look at the Graciousness of Life instead of fighting with anything and everything in it, trying to survive it--it changed my life. I began drawing to myself, more and more, gifts and a life that I actually enjoy. Do I still have tough days? You bet I do! And still I always know I'm okay. I'll always exist, even if Penny dies.

It's all a gift...look deep and wide, and you'll see it is so...and so it is.

Victim--Love Your Enemy

Victim, love your enemy--you created that monster. And you're the ONLY ONE who can CHOOSE to let that story be released from your reality.

Have you heard it said that we're each our own worst enemy?

If it's in your life, YOU put it there.

You created your monsters--every single one--but you created them unconsciously.

You were unaware that you created your reality every single breath, every single moment.

You were unaware that you, the pinpoint and source of consciousness of your own bubble of human reality, were radiating fear, that you had protective barriers and guards and weapons erected all around and within yourself--and that that armor was actually distorting the energies in service to you.

That consciousness armor was saying, "I don't trust myself. I don't trust others. If I let my guard down, someone or something will attack me."

So the energies, in loving service to you (the script-writer of your reality) match that guarded consciousness radiating from your center, and they attack you, they give your guards a reason for being in place.

Karma is for the unawakened creator. It was a balancing mechanism put in place for ensuring that we had a fullness of experience, a range of experiences along a duality spectrum with polar opposites of darkness and light. It was so we didn't get stuck in one polar experience, lifetime after lifetime.

If you're being abused in any way in this lifetime by a specific person or group, most likely you played the abuser for them in another lifetime. This is why self-forgiveness is so important. When you forgive yourself, you naturally then forgive all others. You see the beauty of this gift of experience that we call Life on Earth.

When you choose to let go of the past, you choose to release yourself and all others in your life from Karma. You've chosen to release all the actors from re-enacting over and over again the same old script, the same old story. You start your day brand new. You start each day of the rest of your life fresh, free and clear of the sleepy past. When you CHOOSE to AWAKEN from the limited human consciousness state, Karma then becomes obsolete, unnecessary. You simply CHOOSE to release yourself from Karma--and so it is.

Self-forgiveness is simply realizing that that abuser is not, and was not, an awakened human being. They were dead asleep in believing that they were simply a Little Human just trying to survive in a cruel world. They're most likely re-acting, or re-enacting your story together over and over again, simply because you're both afraid--and most of that fear is of one's own shadow. Neither of you trusted yourself, much less anyone else.

In the past, I knew simply saying "I forgive you" to someone else wasn't enough if I didn't sincerely CHOOSE to do that in my own heart. I did a great deal of soul-searching prior to those words, so I could say them and mean them with all my heart and soul. I CHOSE CLARITY, and I ACCEPTED FULL RESPONSIBILITY for my created reality. Accepting full responsibility meant that I did so with infinite SELF-COMPASSION! There was no room for blame or beating on myself--that's like beating on someone because they're simply in a coma.

Are you an Old Game Player, 
or are you a Game Changer?

The choice is yours.

"God forgives you" or "God loves you" didn't cut it for me, because saying it that way was a roundabout way of actually saying, "I don't forgive you" or "I don't love you." And frankly, we can all spy pasted on smiles, fake, and mush from miles away. It's a waste of breath and time saying those words without meaning it, or without at least having the sincere desire to mean it. Having a sincere desire to mean it at least indicates that I've chosen to open the door to real forgiveness. And all we have to do is open up--open a door and invite it in.

Forgiveness is yours when you make it your own, instead of looking for some idol outside of you to do it. You're capable of unconditional love, infinite compassion and forgiveness--all those things humans used to believe only some higher-god-being outside of themselves was able to do. In fact, your soul, your Divinity, is always already doing that very thing.

Self-forgiveness is realizing that monster act that I played in the past was not really me, nor is the monster abusing me the real you. Those were scared, all-alone and insignificant-feeling Little Humans sound asleep in the midst of a terrifying nightmare. Panicked and frightened Little Humans do bizarre and crazy, crappy stuff. We created and acted out a play together based on that limited state of consciousness--and, yeah, it was ugly and repulsive to experience. The only way to get free of it is to choose to let our past scripts for ourselves, and each other, be released. To clear the script.

Don't be afraid of being honest with yourself. Don't be afraid of letting yourself be honest with the monsters in your life. You do know, it doesn't make sense to try to talk honestly with someone who is inebriated--alcohol and drugs get used as an excuse to be assholes and to do atrocious things. But if you feel safe when someone is sober, and you actually want to change the dynamics between the two of you, then open the door to speaking your heart with them. You can clear the air and change your relationship simply by MUTUALLY CHOOSING/AGREEING to talk honestly and openly with each other all the time. You can choose to create a SAFE and SACRED SPACE together.

Don't expect someone to read your mind about your desires--if you're truly done playing the Victim/Abuser game.

Love sets boundaries--you don't allow someone to harm you. That's where the victim plays the part of abuser. I've actually told someone who was ridiculing me, belittling me, that what they were doing was no longer acceptable for me. "You don't treat me like that. I won't allow it anymore."

Love lets go--so if you're afraid for your well-being in the scene that you have playing--please leave the scene. Get the heck out of the picture. Take the loved ones who need protection with you, and don't poke the bear. Don't stay in the same town feeding the gossip, taunting your created monster with your presence and the old story. Until you get that clarity and a true heart-felt feeling of forgiveness and trust of yourself--stay away. That's called giving oneself SAFE and SACRED SPACE.

Give yourself the TIME and SAFE SPACE to get clear about the story you have in play. 

Give yourself the chance to choose true FORGIVENESS of self, and thus, all others. To realize that wasn't the true you. 

Give yourself the chance to DROP the ARMOR, to open up that closed-in energy field. 

Give yourself the chance to RADIATE new SELF-TRUST to create a CONSCIOUS REALITY--a life you actually enjoy living.

Take some deep and conscious breaths, bless the experience for the compassionate wisdom gained, and then let it go. Believe me, when I SIMPLY CHOSE let the past go that I used to feel so ashamed of myself in--it returned to me in a much grander perspective. I chose to FORGET the PAST, and in doing so, I set myself free. I realized so much more was going on within and around me than I gave myself and others credit for in my old limited Victim/Abuser consciousness--in that fight for power over and control of things and beings outside of oneself. I saw the true loving and compassionate being that I was and am--and it's a gift that is still expanding to this day and beyond. I found myself thanking all us actors for all parts played, whether right or seeming wrong. I finally experienced the joy of letting LETTING HUMAN JUDGMENT go.

All these years, I've personally had the sense that forgiveness wasn't complete until I had felt true GRATITUDE for all, in all ways. I'm happy to say, I actually do feel gratitude for everything and for all my experiences in this gift of play-acting together called My Life on Earth. It sings in me...

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I Know I'm Playing, "Let's Pretend"

Playing in the dramas/traumas of the sexual energy virus is a seductive game--it's easy to get caught up in self-doubt and mental details that keep you worrying over things you can't control (and aren't meant to control). I realized this morning an easy way to pop myself out of playing in drama. Taking a conscious breath, I remembered this:

"I KNOW within that we're playing games of 
'Let's Pretend':

• Let's pretend I'm insignificant--that what I have to offer or say is meaningless to the rest of "more important" humans and their stories.
• Let's pretend we've got a disease and we're fighting it, trying to cure it...
• Let's pretend so-and-so is dying and leaving us permanently...
• Let's pretend we just can't seem to get along...
• Let's pretend I am POOR...
• Let's pretend you have POWER over me...
• Let's pretend we're fighting wars (pretty much like the Cowboys and Indians pretend games from my childhood)...

"I KNOW that these human bodies are the costumes we don in order to play our pretend games."

"I KNOW these human identities are simply a limited act--they aren't the whole or true me."

"I KNOW I am the master creator of my own reality, and that I can simply choose to harmonize with all you other master creators."

"I KNOW that All is well in All of Creation..."

Got Pain?

Got Pain?

Lie down. 
Close your eyes. 
Take a deep, down-into-your-belly breath:

FEEL into it...

EXPLORE the pain...

Pain is a sensual experience. If you try to avoid feeling it, that will prolong your suffering of it, because you're already in the experiencing of it. If you get out of your way, and ALLOW yourself to feel all the sensations of it--breathing it in and through and out, while exploring all your feelings, thoughts and emotions while in it--you'll FLOW it through and out of your reality much easier and quicker. You'll heal faster.

I often focus in on feeling into the throbbing, the ache, or the piercing, stabbing, burning, tingling--and I make the conscious choice to follow that pain to its source and center. Even if it makes my breath hitch--I take another breath and choose to feel into the hitch. Just dive in there and feel it! It actually can't hurt you any more than it already does. Just give yourself a SAFE SPACE and TIME to FEEL IT THROUGH.

We often think of pain as something bad, to be avoided. Look at the plethora of treatments and drugs humans use to try to handle and control pain. But look at the gift of a human who can feel pain. Paraplegics who've experienced the loss of feeling in their limbs would probably love to be able to feel the sensation of that doctor pricking his finger or toe. Being able to feel pain means we're also alive! Numbing a pain--physical, emotional, mental or otherwise--keeps it in place and the pressure builds from it not being allowed and released. It gets worse. Instead, KEEP FLOWING...

I unconsciously grabbed the barrel of my very hot curling iron a couple of days ago. I'm in a very different place now where I didn't berate myself for being stupid. That's the first thing I would have done in the past--I would have judged and cussed myself out for being such a mindless idiot. I knew it happened for my personal enlightenment, for my own freedom from an old consciousness approach--and I made the decision, then and there, to see it through with compassion for myself.

Anyway, I looked at my three very red fingers and noticed a blistering starting to appear so I plunged my hand under the cold water in order to stop the heat--and I kept it there until I got it cooled down. I knew I was putting off feeling it, but I also knew it was going to hurt eventually, and I was choosing to experience the whole thing consciously. After all, I was already immersed in the whole experience. I couldn't turn back time and undo the deed. I managed to curl my hair and fix lunch without using that hand too much. I even broke down and asked my husband to take care of washing the dishes for me.

Afterwards, I grabbed a throw and I layed down on the couch, closed my eyes--and feelingly explored the sensations. I didn't put anything on it--not even lotion or medications. I simply felt it--the white-hot prickly-tingly sensation similar to how it felt when I was a kid and my fingers and toes warmed up after freezing while out sledding. At a certain point--freezing and burning pretty much feel the same, or so it seems to me.

On into the evening, I felt the pain every now and then, but it had already dissipated quite a bit--even to the point that my warm bath water didn't hurt as badly as it had with burns in the past.

By the following morning, the redness had mostly faded, the skin was a bit dry, but none of it was uncomfortable anymore. I could fully use it once again. Today--two days later--I can't even see or tell that I burned it. I used to have scars for weeks on my neck from curling iron burns.

Now, this whole insight on pain--I've had for well over a decade--and I use it all the time. I've moved a lot of pain through over the years. Medications no longer work for me--I just end up stuck in the pain, along with more side effects and other symptoms. I've found it works best to just get out of my own way, and immerse and feel and explore the experience through. Don't be afraid to cry--tears can actually help flow the energies.

Clarity for the New Year

Close your eyes and FEEL into this:

"When I demand that I treat myself with Honor, Love, and Gratitude--when I accept nothing less than that from myself first--then my world naturally follows suit."

My life is a gift to me. If I don't view it or allow it as such, no one else will either.

Feeling Like the World is Out to Get You?

Are you feeling as though your world is falling apart and you have no control over it? Your mind is whirling trying to figure out how to stop the craziness, your emotions are all over the map, and your gut just tightens in WORRY. 

How do you quit this fighting to survive stuff?  The key is CONSCIOUS ALLOWING--allowing in full awareness that all of the above is going on within you, and realizing you don't have to figure out what to do about it--you just experience the experience....

Conscious Allowance is acknowledging that:  
"If it's in my life--I put it there." 

If it's in my life, I've adopted it into my own reality landscape--no one forced this on me. 

Be aware of the mental programming inside that wants to keep me playing the Victim--because acting out that role keeps whatever issue in my reality--it densifies it even more.

Close your eyes and feel into this CONSCIOUS ALLOWING:

If it's in my life and I put it there, I'm the only one who can CHOOSE to let it go: "I'm doing this to myself." 

If I fight with it or try to control it, it'll stay. 

So I take a deep and conscious down-into-my-belly breath and I OPEN my energetic field and just FEEL myself FLOWING; I drop my weapons and my protective armor. I let go of the story and its details.

If I accept that I PUT IT THERE and IT'S SERVING ME on some level, that I'm benefiting from it (maybe because I like playing "Victim")--just CONSCIOUSLY ALLOW IT, while honestly admitting that it irks me--everything will change.

It will change because I'm now consciously aware of it--that conflict within myself--and I'm choosing to ALLOW my own FREEDOM of being.

Everything will change because I've opened up myself without judgment--my consciousness--and the energies that serve me in manifesting my reality--my radiation of consciousness--match that radiant ease and grace.

I take another conscious breath--and I just CHOOSE to ALLOW myself to RECEIVE JOYFUL ABUNDANCE in EASE and GRACE. And so it is--no need to try to mentally figure anything out.

Open and Allow...Allow...Allow yourself to be...

YOU ARE the CREATOR of your own life experiences--your own reality.


The New Lullaby

I love you, and your daddy does, too,

Guiding and loving the best we can do.

Remember this thru' time's trickling sands:

You're in the most loving hands.

Life has its sorrows, and life has its joys--

Scraped knees and tumbles, soft kisses and sighs.

Taste it all, understanding in full

The purpose for this time.

When you've tired of fighting lost fights,

Your dreams all seem broken, no hope left in sight.

You'll pick yourself up and dry the tears from your eyes,

And separate truth from lies.

Life has its sorrows, and life has its joys--

Scraped knees and tumbles, soft kisses and sighs.

Taste it all, understanding in full

We need Our Darkness to see Our Light!

I love you, and your daddy does, too,

Guiding and loving the best we can do.

Remember this thru' time's trickling sands:
You're in the most loving hands--

You're in Your Own loving hands...