Love aka source energy

SLH  Sweet Little Human  grandson
CNJ  Cuppa Nona Joy me
SCG  Super Cool Guy  fellow traveller


I have a grandson. And he is the best thing ever. Mainstream I know, but besides being indicative of the power of love, I see him as my opportunity to remember. To observe our human experience as pure unaltered source.

And we all want to think the fruit of our loins is advanced. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I recognize it as ego-related and choose not to assign duality and delight in observing the unfolding of this SLH's journey just as it is.

However...

This blessed being, my grandson, was born on June 21, the first day of summer. And what a ray of sunshine he is. Earlier that year, I celebrated the arrival of Spring with a group of galfriends performing a pagan-like ritual in a wooded area nearby. One of the gifts received was a lily bulb. I planted it in my ever-expanding garden. The synchronicities of the Universe are magical; that lily revealed it's first bloom on the first day of summer, the first day of SLH's life.

Mother Earth, you rock.

To view the world through a child's mind. Hmmm, we should all do that more. Delight. Question. Observe. And be brave to say odd things; it merely shows we're awake and contemplating and learning. My lil guy is already programmed with social manners so when he doesn't want to do something it's No please.  Awww... His fave program is Cat in the Hat. We should all have Dr Seuss as our first life coach.

     You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes.
     You can steer yourself any direction you choose.

We were outside the other night; a beautiful September evening. That SLH was riding his tricycle and noticed the magnificent sky. Beautiful he says in toddler-speak. We hold hands and walk up the driveway. He points Awesome. I pop him in the back of the truck; he busies himself with some rope tying down an invisible load. I feel so alive ... the expansive sky above, slowly, subtly, the pinkish hue, morphing as the sun sets, SLH's chatter. The neighbourhood is alive ... joggers, dog-walkers and we greet them all. HI he hollers. A friend of mine comes by walking her furry bundle of joy.
Hey you're having a tailgate party without me. We chatted, laughed, reminisced. She carried on her way; I gathered up that SLH and took him in for his bath.

He's so damn cute I can't stand it.

We're outside on my sundeck. I look at SLH.
CNJ  You know what's really going on here don't you?
SLH  Yes, is his reply.
He has said some incredible things about people he's never met and those who have passed within his short life. For me, this solidifies the concept of so-called programming aka our belief systems. No wonder it's hard for us to remember that we're energetic beings having a physical experience. From the get-go our reality is built externally. Rules. Blah, blah, blah.

I have a close friend who is on a spiritual journey much like mine. He has a new grandson and held him, only hours old. SCG, in his enlightened state, was incredibly moved by the profoundness of cradling this virginal energy.

happy sigh.

The joyful feeling is alignment with your true source: the vibration of  LOVE.
Makes this whole earthwalk worth every second of discomfort to experience that level of happiness. Think about it. How many songs have a "trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday" theme to them. Indeed, our human condition is addicted to love. We just need to be reminded sometimes.
As Ellen says, Be Kind to One Another

Here's another one of Mark's Doodles. This guy is fantastic ... in so many ways ...

Keep on Doodling Professor ....

22

For many years now I have had a significant relationship with the number 22.
I don't call it my lucky number cause what is a lucky number really? This guy at work told me about his girlfriend playing her lucky numbers in the Lotto. He said to her one day, how are those numbers workin' for ya?  ha ha, burn!

But all callous humour aside, I was in my thirties when I started to notice the symbols my beloved Universe was sending.

Just about every month in the year has something significant that's happened on the 22nd and I believe that by the end of my earthwalk the calendar will be full.

• my oldest son was born on the 22nd
• my last day - unplanned - from a 20 yr job was on the 22nd
• an interview was on the 22nd ... of course I got the job. I knew I was a shoe-in!
• 10-yr bestie born on the 22nd
• some too sizzling for publishing ... tee hee
• at this point all but 3 months are spoken for

But wait, there's more!

• first love-of-my-life ... when I was 22
• my twins were born on the 2nd
• my mom was 22 when I made my appearance ... which went unnoticed by me until my mom mentioned it on  my 44th birthday
• 22 has been in phone numbers and addresses
• guy at work brings me a can of cola; one of the minis ... 222 ml
• at least 3 or 4 times a day when I glance at the clock it's something:22
• endless license plates ... just last week as I approached a stop sign the license plate on the car in front of me was 222 MEH
• Spirit Science - fantastic YouTube series - has 22 episodes; recent addition is numbered 22_2 and talks about cycles and riding it out instead of trying to force happy

The prominent appearance of 22 has felt endless at times. So I had 22 tattooed on my forearm. Must mean somethng ... but what? Well at times I'm baffled. And a lil blonde...

I've spent many an hour Googling 22 - numerology, symbolism, seeing repetitive numbers - my reality is that these are soothing messages from the Universe that All is unfolding as it should...

   Just keep swimming, Just keep swimming   (Dory, Finding Nemo)

And since I possess self-mocking capabilities, when I wonder what's with the frequency, I lovingly acknowledge I require constant reassurance.

22 is a Universe master number. Angels are all over it. And I'm not alone in this phenomenon. Many, many, many fellow humans share this connection.

Those aligned with 22 allegedly have the potential for greatness. Now there's pressure. Interestingly enough, I do have a strong drive to live up to my potential.
recent COMSULT*   You're quite the force.  I know, I said
And it's my own personal challenge; no skeletons in the closet fueling some egocentric need. Simply, I know I am capable, so I will.

Sometimes, in our human condition, we expect greatness to appear in a profound way. More often it's subtle occurring through continuous growth - living, loving, learning - a collective, well-rounded kind of success. At least that's my chosen take.

When put in a sink-or-swim scenario I've kept my head bobbing out of the water and am over-the-top grateful for every single freakin' experience regardless of how my ego saw the duality, aka the ole judgment scale.

This past year my knowledge bank has broadened exponentially. As I'm embracing the concept that I truly create my reality, 22 is becoming more and more visible because I've made it part of my truth, aka manifested, I am aligned with 22.

And I am making those subtle steps. Changing day jobs ... writing this blog ... heading down the path of endless possibilities. I've seen what I can create in a small way and I'm intrigued, curious and adventurous to test those waters and see where this all leads.

Mind bent? It's all what you choose to feel and believe, and it will appear.

To wrap up my affinity to 22 - more number phenomena comin - amongst many longtime awesome friendships I'm fortunate to have, there's a great couple I know who have now been married for longer than I'll ever be... Recently I found out that Mark does Doodles. When I perused his gallery on FB I noticed he'd done a special Doodle for their anniversary. Guess what? It was year 22! of course it was ...

 

 

 

*comsult   I proudly give credit to my daughter for this one
   A combination of a compliment and an insult

We're in the grocery store.

AD  Oh there you are, I didn't realize it was you. You looked so thin and pretty from behind.
CJ  I looked thin and pretty?! Thanks.

My vanity graciously took the com' and overlooked the 'sult part.

Time to publish: it's 11:22.  Sweet dreams.

 

 

Friday morning Cuppa Joy

It rained last night. Like poured. Torrential. Huge drops. The dry ground literally sucked up Mother Nature's elixir.

This morning it is bright and sunny ... August has returned. There's actually a tinge of green to the dried up grass aka my lawn.

I poured myself a cuppa joe and logged on to start my day. Then I remember it's recycling day which usually escapes me hence I have a stockpile in the garage.
My theory is it's more efficient; the truck makes fewer stops on the route. Honestly, I'd be annoyed having to stop every 20 ft for 1 box. Somehow going 40 ft and picking up 2 boxes seems better.

Anyway, as I was placing the first of many bins at the curb, I saw a man with a shopping cart a few doors down. Ever since the recycling depot opened nearby a few years back, I've noticed folks frequenting our hood gathering refundables.
I brought out a bin of  'money' items (our family's sorting term).

CJ me  FH fellow human

CJ Good morning. You're welcome to these.
FH Why thank you. Aren't you kind this morning. 
CJ  Hey, we're all humans. Have a great day.

Next task: look online for anyone in need of a double bed. I have 2 to donate. Then call Big Brothers & Sisters and sign up for the next truck coming my way. I've got a sorted and boxed pile ready to share. I have a surplus of furniture which I'm delighted to pass on to an 'adopted' son of mine as he moves forward in life and has found a wonderful gal to create a home with.

I am grateful for all the stuff' I have. Hanging onto anything above what I need is a form of insanity. And I do like stuff. Especially the shiny things... however I have come to a place where if something no longer serves me perhaps it can serve someone else. We hang onto way too much stuff - materialistically and emotionally - and when we decide let it go, wow, the rush of energy radiating inside, the feeling of alignment and freedom of the spirit ...

Loving my Friday morning Cuppa Joy

Say What?

I love hearing wrong. It's far more interesting.

My daughter and I decide to spend the afternoon at the beach. We head off to the market down the road to pick up the most fabulous sandwiches ever. I order mine on marble rye. It's just so pretty I can't stand it.

We get to the till. The cashier and I strike up a conversation.
CJ me  FC  friendly cashier AD  awesome daughter
CJ  We're heading to Peninsula Beach for a picnic. But not the nude beach  I say being silly
FC  Oh I didn't know there was a nude beach there
CJ  Oh ya... cheshire cat grin  Down one end but I've never been there
FC  Interesting. My daughter and I were just out there and didn't notice any nude beach
She looks at my daughter.
FC  Have you ever been there?
CJ  Thought bubble: say what? you're asking my 13 year-old if she's been to the nude beach?
AD um, no I haven't
FC  Well have a great afternoon

We walk away slightly confused. Then I got it. Ah-ha.
Friendly Cashier thought I said "new beach"... ha ha ha ha ha ha



I'm tucking my daughter in at night chatting away. She makes a statement about something which escapes my memory and not key to the funny part anyway...
CJ  Oh bologny  I say out loud
A puzzled look comes across her face.
AD  What?
CJ  Bologny
AD  Oh. I thought you said "Blow me"

That's a Hall of Famer.

To thine own self be true

Sometimes situations in life require us to make changes we simply don't wanna...
But inside you know it's right, it needs to happen. Whatever 'it' happens to be in your reality.

I've had to do this more times than I thought my sensitive nature could take. But, you just gotta. So I've learned - finally! - that when faced in one of these predicaments of life, go ahead and speak your truth.

However, here's the most important part. It's all in the delivery... Yup. That's it. Simple. It's this whole love thing. When we own how we feel and speak from the heart - translation in a kind and respectful manner - we honour ourselves and the recipient of our truth.

Story time

I was uncomfortable with the sporadic inappropriate behaviour of a close relative who had been visiting from out of town. I tried prit'near every ego-clearing-energy-releasing tool in my Harmony Now!* kit and after 4 days I just couldn't do it anymore... I had been thrown out of the vortex much like Auntie Em's house complete with Miss Gulch on the bicycle... I shudder... we're not in Kansas anymore Toto... Way too many flashbacks of the tried-to-forget kind. I broke out in hives on my wrists.

So I hid. For 2 days. Then it was the final night. I wasn't proud of myself. I was angry and I hadn't been very respectful or honouring of this fellow human. They meant no harm. I gather that type of expression is acceptable in their reality.
Just not in mine.

I approached the situation like this:     CJ me  AR annoying relative

CJ   I love you very much, and I apologize for isolating myself, but I am not comfortable with some of our conversations. I tried a couple of times to express boundaries were crossed. We choose to live a peaceful lifestyle in this home.
AR  I didn't mean to upset anyone.
CJ   I understand that. And I love and accept you just the way you are. It is me who is uncomfortable. Thank you for coming. Much of the time was most enjoyable.

We hugged and said goodbye. Although I felt enormous relief there was some guilt hanging about. Human condition.

I'm very much into symbolism, particularly with numbers. I could blog about that daily... sometimes it's so over-the-top freaky I have to ask the Universe to cut it out for a bit. Sheesh. I'm grateful for the love but it can be a lil distracting.

Anyway, later that night while numbing my brain pre-sleep playing Spider Solitaire, the first game ends with a running time of 22:27 and a score of 1113. I notice the triple number sequences. I play one more game resulting in a running time of 11:12 and a score of 2322. I smile. Thank you I say. My eyes glance to the clock on the tablet and it's... 11:12. My heart warms and my feet tingle.

My take on the number sequences... confirmation from the beloved Universe that I was true to my real self. Owning my discomfort. Speaking truth with kindness and respect. No blame. No judgment.

I slept peacefully and woke up the next morning to a hue of pink clouds in the sky, and I felt absolutely marvelous... (and they were gone!)


*um, hope you realize the Harmony Now! kit is a fabrication of my mind. Own yours today!

to my friend: to thine own self p2

Sunday Afternoon

Thankfully cloudy today allowing me to spend my last day of vacation happily blogging, cuppa joy (aka coffee) along with my vape (e-cigarette for those unaware) with the Sunday afternoon flick inspiring me to chat about cool, thought-provoking movies. Love these mind-expanding concepts and I am grateful to those talented humans who are able to bring their creativity to fruition and share!

I am engrossed in John Carter of Mars. Not only visually pleasing (hubba, hubba) John Carter has made an energetic copy of himself and teleported to Mars... With flashes to other lives and other goodies, in my opinion, this movie is cap A awesome.

I already blogged about Foster Gamble's Thrive... more of a documentary format and a definite Must Watch. Another model human... Tom Shadyac (former super-rich guy). I Am* profiles Tom's journey as he shifts the polarity of his beliefs transforming his life. I've also watched a couple YouTube interviews. He's great... living from simplicity (aka singularity... it is what it is). The interviewers at times appear befuddled - they just don't get it and try to break his ideals as they apply their linear beliefs. Tom retains composure at all times, truly living in alignment with himself. Bravo!

The most recent inspiring celeb bit is Ashton Kutcher's talk to Teens. http://www.upworthy.com/ashton-kutcher-just-told-a-bunch-of-teenagers-how-to-be-sexy-in-the-smartest-way-ever-3?g=2

Let's keep this conversation going world!

The whole Men In Black series... brilliance! Jodie Foster in Contact. Coolness here is the vibration-energy-nonexistent time space stuff. And Matthew McConaughey... People magazine's 2005 Sexiest Man Alive... oh ya.

The Quantum Activist. There's some deep stuff. I've had to watch it a few times as honestly, the thick accent requires me to focus a lil more intently... and I've gotta rambling brain. Be ready to sink into this one.

I've also delighted in the entire Spirit Science series on YouTube. This type of communication works well for me. The clips are animated, concepts are simply presented and encompasses a lotta stuff. I think I watched all 22 episodes over the course of a few days. Utterly captivating! https://www.youtube.com/user/TheSpiritScience

There is so much available to us, in a myriad of forms. It's time to question everything! Look at things through the chicken and the egg filter. Which came first? What is true? Are we a brain with a heart or a heart with a brain?

I'm a long-time believer that we are energetic beings having an earth walk. These days I feel like I'm on a fast-track of wonderment in this rapidly-changing technical world. Information continuously at our fingertips, the knowledge is coming fast and furious. Pay attention to what's going on and what's truly important and ultimately what feels good. It's fascinating and not to be feared (cause fear doesn't feel so good does it?).

We have an abundance of resources all to help humanity get to that state of alignment and singularity... where we can accept it is what it is and treat ourselves and others with love and kindness.

Whew. Time for a nap...


* I watched on I am on Netflix; lots of other good stuff on YouTube

There's no place like home

click your heels together three times repeating there's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home...

Home is a beautiful thing. Home truly is where the heart is. Home is that feeling of safety, comfort and belonging. Home has the familiar scent of, well, you.

I'm so happy to be home. Back to what I know, what I've created. No wonder it feels just right.

My circle tour of our vast, incredible, magnificent province visiting branches, leaves and fruit of the maternal-side of my family tree was a mind-blowingly beautiful experience.

All senses were on high alert. Talking, listening, hearing, seeing, touching, feeling.

Wow. Double wow. Connecting with family in the profoundness of Mother Nature. Pleasant random encounters with other humans enjoying what our collective consciousness has manifested here on Planet Earth.

I am inspired as to the level of consciousness, awareness, gratitude, appreciation and love that exists out there, beyond my usual world. How wonderful it is to step outside our normal and see what's going on and what other people know.

In the true sense of it is what it is I have considerable interactions to sort through that will keep me blogging and sharing insights for some time. I've always found human behaviour fascinating hence I love books, stories, movies. The downside is when emotion - um, specifically mine - is involved and being completely objective becomes a looming feat. I digress.

From a duality perspective (i.e. applying a judgement such as positive, negative) my experiences ran the gamut. All were valuable no matter what emotional, ego-based chord was struck within me.

I felt everything. Absolute love, joy, gratitude. Deep sadness and grief. Gathering, processing, reflecting on who are these people and who am I, and how do we fit. A real roller coaster.

Removing the polarity and looking through the it is what it is filter, I cherish every moment, every mile travelled. For me, there exists an undeniable familial bond. A true energetic connection of clan encompassing all that we are.

This pseudo-pilgrimage has been invaluable. I love all of you wacky, weird and wonderful peeps, and I'm damn glad to be home.