Her eyes observed those things surrounding her: yesterday’s designs and coagulated thought-forms bordered by limitation of the past. She didn’t believe her eyes. Instead, she turned her focus inward, to the place of creativity and boundless inspiration. This is where something was waiting to emerge. She would raise her intention to allow it to manifest through her.
Archive for September, 2011
It’s human nature to avoid the emotional roadblocks that pepper the path to spiritual maturity, to seek instead the slow and steady pace of the ordinary traveller. Yet reaching higher spiritual ground requires an extraordinary traveller. It demands the kind of sea change that arrives at key junctures and can transport you to a higher level of spiritual functioning. A spiritual initiation—an exceptionally difficult life passage that shakes your foundations and makes you question your purpose—is just this sort of sea change. It’s an opportunity disguised as loss; a chance to strengthen the thread of awareness that connects the outer part of your being to the inner, to descend deeper into the soul.
. . . A spiritual initiation refines and reshapes you, allowing you to reinvent yourself completely, to give yourself over to something greater. They are windows through which you can glimpse who you really are and what’s possible for you.
I noticed this beautiful burst of color and life today at Clave Azul. She brightened the hole in the wall she grew in front of, using the black maw behind her as a backdrop to magnify her incandescence.
Marly and her good friend Andrew are visiting for a week. I’m looking forward to showing Andrew all the sights and sounds of Guanajuato as it’s his first time here. And I’m ecstatic to have Marly around again! What’s it been… a month?
Just remembered: it’s Fernando’s birthday!!! This time last year, we were traversing the slippery sidewalks of Naolinco.
Julia closed her eyes and let the midday sun fall on her face as she took in a deep breath, held it for five seconds, and then let it go. How did she end up here? The conformity was killing her. She might look like just another orange chair in a room of orange chairs, but she knew, as certain as she had four silver legs, that she was meant for bigger things.
Dried fish and lime.
The week came and went.
- Christina left this morning. She visited for a week and I enjoyed having her.
- Wednesday was my last day of work. I look forward to moving into whatever comes next.
- Fernando is hard at work on his thesis. It’s due October 10th. I admire his discipline, among many other things.
When a ball flew through William, shattering his core, he took a moment. When he was ready, he asked himself, “What good will come of this? What grace note is trying to be played here?”
One evening, in an Ayahuasca ceremony, Maestro Elias sang back to me the first twenty-six years of my life.
Smile, today will be a great day.
A newly painted message on a wall I pass by most days. I saw it for the first time yesterday, and it was a great day.
Lydia had inherited set-points in trust, beauty, creativity, compassion and all those things humans are capable of. They were passed on to her in her DNA. Her early life experiences, and the ones she had afterwards, had calcified these set points so that the coagulation of the past manifested itself into her present, not unlike a giant scar. She was held hostage by her fate, her wings pinned back, allowing her to fit in the cage of her low expectations.
One day, she woke up to her own power. She realized she could shape her destiny by re-calibrating her set-points currently fixed at mediocrity. Thus far, she had only given herself permission to move through the world with conventional dullness. But when she understood she was infused with the divine, well, her potential was limitless.
Lydia began to reexamine her set-points. She considered the ways they held her back. She envisioned one area in her life in particular that she wanted to change, and began with the set-point that held her back in that area: trust. She began thinking, acting, moving, living, breathing and believing in such a manner that every cell that constituted Lydia behaved as if it held more trust in the world. She could feel her set-point of trust re-calibrating as she managed her destiny. The road would graciously rise up to meet her feet as she moved through a new world.
Destiny or Fate, Your Choice, or Not. The message begins at 43:33
Sheena put in her two weeks notice. Now was the perfect time to practice the Law of Circulation. How could she ever hope to receive if her right fist was closed to giving? Energy travels along a two lane highway. Her left hand already knew this and hence was twice as big as her closed right hand which operated from a mindset of fear and scarcity.
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet. ~James Oppenheim
When I was visiting family in Southern California, it was raining in Guanajuato. I came home to a carpet of green. The mountains behind my home were filled with sounds of water and birds this morning. It feels nice to walk with Farley there.
When I woke up today, I affirmed that today was going to be a great day and that I would see abundance everywhere. The morning walk with Farley was the first of many confirmations that the Universe is in agreement with the idea of plenitude.