Monday, 8 December 2014

Finding Your Super Power

We all are connected, literally, to Source and therefore and have Super Powers. Most folks just don't know it. And some don't want to know it. Personally I want clarification and affirmation with regard to some of the woo woo stuff that goes on in my world.

I attended a Psychic Development workshop recently. I was in my element. Couldn't wipe the grin off my cherubic face. When pixies and fairies appeared on the Oracle cards I drew I started to giggle. And when we observed the hazy glow of energy radiating from fingertip to fingertip, I couldn't contain my squeal It's like a slinky! I won't tell you my reaction to the magic of the dowsing rods in action but let's say it was like I'd just heard Come on down ... you're the next contestant on the Price is Right!
Safe to say Elf is one of my favourite Christmas movies...

We covered alot of paranormal ground and played a number of games to strengthen the psychic muscle. It was through these we were all discovering our Super Powers. Some came armed and knowing, most of us were looking for clarity on what we thought was going on. One came in cold. She was uncomfortable with the 3 minute meditation. Interestingly enough she was a dead ringer for Scooby Doo's Velma. And very linear. A university student with an interest in preserving haunted sites. She's being drawn to the right side... Really cool young person ... and her friends do call her Velma.

One of the activities was to hold an envelope with a photo of a person. That's all we were given. We were to jot down any information that came into our minds regardless of how irrelevant it seemed.

I'm holding Envelope A. Clearing my mind. Nothing. Okay, breathe. Hmmm... nothing. No pictures in my mind. No words. Ego voice is panicking. Oh geez. Then in the background of my mind I'm starting to hear Kumbaya my lord, kumbaya. Man am I weird. The lyrics continue. Peaceful I write down.

I go on to Envelope B. Pretty much same scenario. Nothing and then another song bubbles up. We're out of the woods, we're out of the ......  Open, open... Glinda the good witch sprinkles pixie dust... Yellow brick road, munchkins, Glinda I write down.

Envelope C. Takes even longer to get a song this time. I'm in the wrong workshop. I'll be exposed as a mere spirit wannabe! My mind is absolutely blank aside from the monkey chatter. Hmmm. Sitting stoned alone in my backyard, asking myself why should I work so hard... I can't even summarize that.

Turns out one of my Super Powers is cryptic messages by song. Envelope A had a photo of Nelson Mandela. Envelope B was Princess Diana wearing her crown. Envelope C was I'll be back Arnold. Go figure.

Ha ha. I completely amuse myself.


And it does make sense. This by no means is the first time I've attributed songs as part of the Universe's communication to me. 

In 1998 one of my fave songs ever was released. Time of Your Life by Greenday. The words fit perfectly for a trio of life-changing events that occurred for me. I left my employer of 20 years, my husband of 10 years and Seinfeld ended its 9 year run. In line with Elaine's yada, yada, lobster bisque priority scale, Seinfeld was the most devastating of the three...

Sigh. I really did feel I sucked at a number of the Psychic activities. However I was exhibiting a spectacular aura as shown in my partner's illustration below. Notably a beacon of violet & blue light beaming from my third eye chakra. Definitely dialed in. Surrounding my body were two narrow layers - Golden Joy and Root Chakra Red - with glowing layers of Loving Kindness Pink and Gratitude Green.


So maybe I only see energy fields and hear songs and radiate Joy. I'm thinkin that's one helluva Super Power I got goin on. 

In fact, I was exercising my Super Power on the bus this morning. I was marveling at the sunrise while aware that most of the other riders were missing the show! I was emitting the vibe Look to the left bus peeps ... look to the left as my heart sang with appreciation of the beauty of incredible cloud formations in bold contrast to the blue and pink sky.

And when I got to work I made just-the-right-amount of silly comments during our Monday morning meeting. Working the crowd, spreading the love. 

Most of all, I got affirmation of my nom-de-plume CuppaJoy. And that makes me smile.


To Infinity and Beyond!



Saturday, 15 November 2014

See ya Pops

My dad died today. Although not completely unexpected, the afternoon has been a train ride of emotions and memories nonetheless. My spiritual views have really ramped up the kind of stuff cruising the corners of my mind.

So my therapy is to blog. And I thought I'd look for a photo; Pops was a rather dashing young man in the 1950s. Very Rock Hudson. Striking features. Chiseled jaw. It took all of 2 minutes. The first box I grabbed, the first manila envelope, there it was. My dad as a boy with his mom, dad and sister. Although not the image in my mind, clearly this was the photo they wanted...


And with it was a photocopy of a letter my grandmother wrote not long before she passed.

...my hopes & prayers for you all is that you will seek, find, accept & live a new life in His Holy Spirit and we will all meet again in His Kingdom ...this is the greatest of all gifts for ever & ever - just for the accepting ... dearest love to my beloved children, always Mary - I'll be watching & waiting for each of you.
As my father was nearing the light this past couple of weeks, I sent him, and asked my children to do so as well, prayers telling him not to be afraid. I knew he was afraid. I wished him peace and freedom from physical & emotional pain. In my prayers I talked about how cool it would be for him to see his mom & dad again. And the extended clan. K-boy had grown up one of a dozen cousins of a dozen siblings. A rather gregarious and multi-talented bunch. I loved hearing my dad's stories. What fun they had.

Pops was quite the character himself. Uber creative. A musical colleague of his once said "your dad has more talent in his big toe than most have in their entire body". How true. My earliest memories include him perched at the upright piano, wearing Roy Orbison glasses, writing music using an old style fountain pen to record his creations. He'd play a few bars, hum along, jot it down, repeat. Everything from ballads and marches to jingles and pop. An avid hockey fan, Dad won a contest for writing the theme song for the Vancouver Blazers when they re-appeared as a WHL team in 1973. 

Dad wrote an incredible amount of music. It truly was his passion. That and writing vigilante-type letters to various levels of government. My brother and I are quite sure our surname is red-flagged in Ottawa... 

His most notable success was a magnificent song Follow the Birds about my hometown Victoria.

Charismatic and well-spoken my father loved to tell stories. He could relay doing the simplest activity and have an audience captivated and laughing in no time. One of many favourites is when he was tasked with taking the family cat to the vet.

Vet lady   Cat's name?
Pops   Muffin.
Vet lady   Muffin what?
Pops   Umm, Muffin Cat.
Vet lady   Is your last name Cat sir?
Pops   No. It's Garland.
Vet lady   Alright then. Muffin Garland.


I happened to be at the SPCA today finalizing my cat adoption when I received the news that Pops had passed a few hours earlier. My daughter and I continued our errands which included a stop at the Rockhound Shop where I picked up a few crystals for the grid I'll build shortly bidding my father adieu...

We next walked the Breakwater - part of my city's charm. A beautiful afternoon, the November sun warming us, the sea was calm. I watched a seagull lift off from a patch of kelp gliding, riding the wind. It buzzed my head before joining a few others.  Follow the Birds...

I breathed in the sea air of the west coast my dad so truly loved, feeling peaceful and connected to all there is.



See ya Pops ... just like Grandma I know you have returned to His Kingdom - in my world referred to as Source - and you too will be watching and waiting for the time when Big Jude, Tojo & Nooky return to the clan.





Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Dancing with Pelé

I've always believed - respected - understood Mother Nature Rules. For sure, without a doubt, I bow down to thee o great Planet Earth of which I am a mere gracious inhabitant of your abundant beauty.

Which brings me to the conversation I had with a fellow Canadian on Manini'owali Beach on one of TripAdvisor's Top 50 Things To Do. It all started off well; we seemed of similar intelligence and lifestyle (though in hindsight she didn't have any tattoos ... two can play the stereotyping game). The conversation unfolded easily and it didn't take long to discover not only we were both Canucks but from the same PNW jewel.

The conversation led to the lava flow in Pahoa which had just forced its first road closure that morning.

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MH  Misguided Human  lady on the beach
CJ  Cuppa Joy me
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Okay, story time...  Besides how I generally feel about All Things I am in love with this Island and all she represents. I have watched the dance of Madame Pelé closely for the past few months in preparation for this pseudo-sabbatical. I became acquainted with her force when I first landed on her doorstep last January. I am energized by her zest. I hear her heartbeat, like a drum circle, in my mind. I smell her sweetness in the air. I spent a great deal of time on the lava field at Kalapana being One with the Elements. Incredibly rejuvenating and invigorating. Can't explain it.

On my first venture out, I noticed the addition of two 60 ft diameter circles of lava stones, one within the other. A small centre circle. Adorned with crystals. A stone altar to the right with offerings of fruit, vegetation, coconuts. There was a sign. Most intriguing.

A few days later when I was back out recharging my batteries, a local guy (kids nicknamed him Bobby Buzz-kill) asked me if I was aware of what this was. I welcomed his  knowledge. Things were ramping up!

Turns out it's a designated Starship Landing Area. The Kalapana locals are the Kingdom of Hawaii who are descendants of the Pleiades... the Seven Sisters...  Many UFO sightings have occurred here. This past June there was a Ceremony to declare the sovereign land home to the Star Visitor Sanctuary for the exclusive purpose of extraterrestrials to land and meet private citizenshttp://exopolitics.org/reinstated-kingdom-of-hawaii-to-create-extraterrestrial-visitor-sanctuary/

I have found my heaven. I am astounded. But wait, there's more!


Just so happens that this Ceremony took place on June 27th the very day the lava started to flow through the east rift to Pahoa. A later conversation with an 11-yr Puna native revealed there had been plans for a strip mall and other franchisee-type operations to be constructed which have now been withdrawn. Wow, wow and wow.

My personal portion of the story gets even more curious. As aforementioned I had been following the flow as given the significant impact on my plans. It just so happened that the flow stopped. Stalled would be the more technical term. On September 21 ... the Fall Equinox and International Peace Day (I myself took part in an online Global Meditation). So, um, that was pretty synchronistic

And there she stayed; stalled through threats of her sister element Hurricane Ana and time for me to have my children join me for Freaky Mom's version of Disneyland. Wasn't that fun throwing coconuts off the black cliffs into the 30' crashing storm waves?  I called mine Wilson, just for you Tom Hanks.

We left the area on the 22nd (there's That Number again). And on the 23rd Pelé gracefully started her dance again. Mahalo Mother Earth for allowing me to spend 17 (oh there's That Number again) days rebirthing in your womb...  ah geez, I just made myself puke in my mouth a lil bit   Quite the colourful painting of my passion for Puna.

So back to the Beach. The lady whom I thought shared similar ideals made quite the revealing remark.

MH   I don't know why they didn't just divert the lava. I asked and someone said because it would just wreck a different town. But different town is there? There aren't any others around. They could've just built a big ditch and directed it where they wanted.

Hmmm. I chose my reply carefully.

CJ   There is a cultural respect here for the Island. It's the people's belief this is the Dance of Pelé.
MH   Well I wouldn't live anywhere where they base decisions on spiritual ideals.

In the back of my mind I heard the words Choose Bood! and took the Siddhartha approach and practiced Tolerance. Deep breathing, count to 10, change the conversation.

Awhile later as she walked away, it occurred to me she's probably one of those scoffers who wouldn't think twice about taking lava home with them. Sigh.

My role as a lightworker continues... Good night Pelé

Friday, 24 October 2014

Welcome to the Jungle

It's been an interesting time. And it will continue to unfold in many more twists and turns I'm sure...
What's most noticeable is the acceleration. I see and feel it everywhere. Welcome to the Jungle indeed.

Which begs the question ... what is Your Jungle?

I'm sure as sugar finding out what my preferred is. I spent 17 blissful nights in the lower Puna jungle. And by blissful, I mean peaceful. It wasn't a big joyfest by any means, and yet it was ... I rode a roller coaster of emotions I invited in. Comparable to being on Survivor in many ways ... tribe name  PunaTics 

I'm now on the west side of the island Kona. One of the Puna tribesmen told me the Big Island is like a brain. The west, Kona side, the left-brain: linear, corporate, duality at its finest. The right side is represented by Puna: lush, creative, loving, energetic. Clearly my world.

So here it goes ... lil bit of a rant ...

This area represents pretty much everything that goes on in the world today that I am not in alignment with - and frankly - it disgusts me. And I can't fake it.

I have this theory about the zombie TV shows and movies (who's creators are obviously reptilian). People, can you not see how in your face they are?? The zombies are the mass of people now  SHEEPLE  
Those of us in this first wave of ascension are the survivors on these shows trying to stay alive! Only we're really the lightworkers trying to get others to Wake The Fuck Up!

My zombie-time-is-now philosophy is majorly evident around me. Do I laugh at the absurdity? Inside my heart cries for the evident mass injustice of this third-dimensional paradigm.

To get through the next five days (yes you heard it right), I've found a space for myself where I can spend a portion of my day removed from the deluge of distractions and be one with the exquisite surroundings that somehow get missed   Could it be all the pretty colour merchandise below the neon flashing signs?

I went from waking up to the calming sounds of Mother Nature to invasive man-made madness. It is a jungle out there ... and this jungle is much more frightening and unsafe than the one where my heart sings.

Silly Survivor Stories to come!

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Living on the Edge

I've used this term for many years in describing my earthwalk though more so in a figurative way. My much-loved stepfather added to it.

If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space


It would seem I've found myself literally living on the edge.


Lava to the left of me, Hurricane to the right, here I am stuck in the middle in Puna...


Even though it's only one in the afternoon here I've poured myself a glass of lemonade, club soda & Pinot. My chores are done, I've been for my morning walk, stretching, did a bit of tidy, went to the lava field for an hour of Mother Earth* energy, and now it's time to get my buzz on while I write and ponder my predicament.

See, not only am in a small, remote jungle community, two of my children will be joining me tomorrow... The mother bear protector in me does have concern for their safety. On the other hand, what an experience. This'll blow Disneyland out of the water!

Just over a year ago my daughter and I visited my son in Marina Del Rey for 5 days. While there we took a helicopter over to Catalina Island where we did some high-flying intense ziplining. Fantastic time but the weather was not in our favour. Cloudy, drizzling ... not the sunny expedition  we were hoping for. And it got worse. That night we got back to our hotel and there was a power outage which took out the California coast from Santa Monica to one-of-those-other-coastal-towns that escapes me and really doesn't matter anyway. Point being it was a blackout. It was also my daughter's birthday who was not impressed. We snuggled in blankets on our balcony and made the best of our situation with a bottle of wine. Well my son & I actually. Which didn't help the daughter-thing... But dang the scenario was amusing...

Not long ago my son likened this Hawaii vacation as an expanded version of our last trip.

Son! What have you done...


He was comparing the helicopter to airplane, and Catalina Island to Hawaii. The Universe has answered and that cloudy day and blackout in LA has manifested into Hurricane Ana.

In an esoteric way, I congratulate you my son. Well played. Therefore I'm grateful you will be here for your sister and I. Fellow Taureans along for the experience. And we've had a few, the three of us.

At least we'll be able to get to the other side of the island as the lava won't be crossing the access road for another week or so... More wine for mother!

Stay tuned folks to see how this exciting chapter unfolds.


The orbs will take care of us
 
 

Saturday, 11 October 2014

And then it got weird...

Disclaimer (of sorts)  This post is written in Full Freak. If you start reading and it makes no sense and you think CuppaJoy's dun gone crazy then wait for the next wave of Ascension (you'll know when it happens) and come back when you speak Freak.  Love & light y'all  


PS when I previewed this blog it was 22:22 ... of course it was



Originally what caught my eye was the "Hunt for Puna 5" sign, thinking treasure hunt... what fun! Then I saw the HIPPIES USE SIDE ENTRANCE sign ... cause we're just not front door kind of people...  Of course the pièce de résistance is the house number 12-222 ...  The angels are with me. Mahalo Pele


Now to get down to business and talk about the energetic aka spiritual side of this Holoholo.

If you follow my blogs you'll know that I'm on a pseudo-sabbatical in Puna ... parallel, by a few miles, to the current lava flow heading towards Pahoa town. The energy here is full-charge.

It's Day 7 ... hey, didn't God create Earth in seven days. Hmmm, wake-up Tink, see the fractal? I just had the best day. Hard to describe the complexity of the sensation of the vibration level. It's not at all like you think. Is it ever?

I spent the first few days ill. Purging. Coming into vibrational alignment with the energy of the surroundings. The jungle is alive. Feeling insignificant in the face of Mother Earth - vulnerable to the volcano, the huge waves crashing against the sharp cliffs composed of hundreds, in fact thousands of years of accumulated lava. The newest earth there is (who said they're not making land anymore?) ... Hanging out here is like drinking alot of coffee but in a good way. Raises the vibration and you can't help be happy. Everyone smiles. Everyone is pleasant. When you vibrate at this level negativity doesn't exist. It's the most freaking awesome way of being. I highly recommend everyone try it. When you're ready.

The physical body feels alive with the salt water, humidity and kissed by the sun. It clouds over, rains for a lil bit, then the sun reappears. Hence the lush, enormity of the vegetation. The area I'm in was covered by lava in the 1950s ... amazing in only 60-plus years how mother nature has regenerated. Are you picking up what I'm laying down?

The first night I was here I met a fella at the drum circle. A native Hawaiian, born in Hilo. Had only been off the island 9 days out of his 46 years. Did not know where Canada was. Or was that the beer talking? Red Flag.... Nonethess a kind, gentle, generous and loving spirit. He was with his son, a cool, incredibly fit young man who was ... drumroll... 22.  As the conversation unfolded, I asked The Question. The new millenium version of what's your sign? May 9th.  Of course, a fellow Taurean and most likely Pleidian but we didn't get there. We seem to be migrating towards each other. Going back 20 or so years I never used to hang out or much come across many Taureans. These days it's magnetic.

Day 3 transitioning to Day 4   I woke hourly all feverish, itchy and sweaty ... shedding somewhat ... the prominent hummmm created by the jungle was a transmission in a language I didn't understand but that's what it was... a broadcast of vibration. Easiest to liken to listening to white noise. Your mind will start to interpret even the slightest variation and create patterns. Much like a random number generator I'm thinking.  The experience was unlike any other instance of being 'sick', aside from last fall in the middle of the night when I fainted in my bathroom and awoke to the feeling of a negative entity attempting to suck my energy body out of my head as I tried to crawl down the hall and back to bed. But that's another story...

Evening Day 5   90 minute Huna Healing Circle with Stewart Blackburn a local Shaman ... including a shamanic journey. Learning how powerful the mind truly is. Mind-blowing ... fitting term isn't it?

Morning Day 6   Lengthy walkabout the 'hood. Caressed by the sun. Fed by the land. Two hour individual session with Stewart  ... kinda looks like Santa ... While in conversation my attention fully focussed and I was present and connected to everything. How did I know this? His face morphed until there were only his eyes. Everything else around had swirled like those splatter paintings. I've had that experience twice before ... when I was last here ... It's like seeing intense auras on acid.

Whew. Then I attended a two-hour Dance Meditation class in the afternoon (see I See You blog). I felt so light and airy-fairy and where-do-I-end-and-you-begin in an energetic torus field way. Observer and participant to the spectrum of emotions of the collective, specifically the Aussie gal. I was her but not her in the linear sense. I felt and shared in her pain but I didn't absorb it. It was a supportive way. Nobody in the group went to her in a physical consoling way however it was very apparent we all were connected to the energy.

 I'm sure a few readers have jumped ship by now ...

Night Day 6  First night I've finally slept. My physical body rested. I've morphed. I've shed. I am in vibrational alignment with my surroundings. I got a night off from downloads.

Day 7  Today. Best Day Ever. Morning market (needed bananas). Awesome artist I purchased a beautiful amethyst and silver ring from last January was there. New Ring ... garnet encased with silver. She's a beauty. Those that know me know I love my rings... Synchronicity abounds...

Went to Robert's for the afternoon. Fabulous opportunity to reconnect with him prior to the arrival of a Retreat group from Ramshala where everything began for me. The tour of Seaview Eco-Epicurian Waterfarm was everything and more in a sustainable community. The flow of energy, stellar communication, local food prepared with love, blessed and crystal-infused water, real herb tea ... I'm talking fresh whole herbs steeping in the tea.



My inner angel voice is singing. When I got back to my sanctuary it occurred to me that my vision was extended beyond the range of my eyesight. This is a concept difficult to explain in third-dimensional speak. Those who speak Freak will get it regardless of if it's been experienced. It's knowing that anything is possible.

The harmonious balance of all that is. How blissful this world is. The stage for connecting with my beloved Universe beyond my imagination is here. Time bending is more than apparent here; the linear sense of time is gone replaced by a moment by moment existence.

Tomorrow morning is Ecstatic Dance ... gonna ramp it up another notch. Can't wait to mesh with the other starseeds. 

Find your happy place. As my son loves to say ... You're doing it Peter!

Happy Thanksgiving indeed.



 
Can't recall what website I was on but the counter on the bottom caught my eye.
17 (another key number) 22 (The Number) and 52 (how old I am) ... coolness
 
 





I See You

I find it interesting that as humans we base so much on what we see visually particularly in the case of others... the paradox being that we can't see ourselves.

Aside from a pocket mirror and a small bathroom over-the-sink mirror I haven't been able to 'see' myself all week. It's so ingrained to check our appearance; I've had to let go of caring about my visual presentation to the world and just be.
Which isn't that challenging for me ... often I'll go through the day and realize I haven't combed my hair or touched-up the morning's make-up job. Lil dangerous ... some days I'm sure I've frightened numerous people through the day...
Nonetheless I've endeavoured to be aware of my presumptions and what they say about me... I attended a dance meditation class yesterday.  A collection of women - the beautiful blonde Aussie, a short chubby redhead, a 30-somethings from New Mexico, a bookish-looking type from the Eastern states, two 50+ - one in a Hawaiian dress, the other in fitness gear (a little out of place in the jungle) and three men - two with shaved heads (one reminded me of my grandpa), and a rather Peruvian-looking, uber-hairy dude.

It was 5-Rhythms style ... Flowing, Staccato, Chaos, Lyrical, Stillness      The intention is to workout and meditate in the same breath ... life is energy in motion. What a fabulous way to move through one's own feelings. The music reflected each of the 5 rhythms and there were no specific moves leaving us to express independently. The facilitator brought us together at times forming a circle, dancing with a partner, and simply making eye contact with each other as we moved about the room.

As the class unfolded my perception of each individual changed ... greatly. The woman whom I'd labelled bookish was so expressive and playful in her dance. The short chubby gal had a beautiful voice and sang throughout ... sometimes squawking bird calls. All of the men were graceful and uninhibited and the Aussie, beautiful and seemingly put together ... unravelled to the point of sobbing uncontrollably as we reached the Stillness portion of the dance.

By the end of the class I felt connected to each person simply by sharing the experience of exposing our individuality; there had been no conversation. I have no idea what anyone thought of me or my expression but it's really none of my business.

I'm grateful for all these teachers who are showing me how to be present and let go of looking for a reflection of me in them. Meaning, would I have changed how I dressed, how I danced based on how others reacted to me... not one iota ...

I'm tasting true freedom and I like it ... alot.

Off to the morning market. I'm out of bananas.





Friday, 10 October 2014

Paradise is a state of mind

Day 5 of my holoholo ... and I'm so grateful to have been in this wondrous place to be absolutely sick ... that's right, all week I've been uncomfortable and majorly ill. Yep I guess my energy body is purging some pretty toxic stuff I've been hanging on to.

Day 1 was travelling the 2500 miles. Day 2 I allowed myself to do nothing. Just be. Rest. Relax. Which was good as I was not acclimatized and was succumbing to the humidity. All possible insects were revelling in my profuse sweating and by the day's end I was seemingly bitten from neck to toe (thank God they left my head and face alone ... that really gives me the heebie-jeebies). My puffy feet and hands amplified the itch. Sleep eluded me ... I was disoriented by the time change ... and compelled to keep a sheet over me to ward off mosquitos in spite of stifling underneath.

The morning of Day 3 I thought I was going to go out of my ever-lovin mind... I was hot, bloated, itchy and tired. The bed was like a board compared to the pillowy cloud-like cradle I'm used to slumbering in. Seriously ... this is paradise? The thought ran through my mind to call the fam Abort mission! Instead I headed off to find some bug repellent and itch relief. I dampened a towel and shoved it in the freezer for my return.

Town is only 9 miles away ... and when you take a direct route it's really quick; at least I was becoming oriented with the area. I got my repellent and itch relief; I also bought a map.

On the way back home I stopped in and booked myself a massage at the spa down the road. As the day progressed I realized I wasn't just sweating from heat & humidity ... I was feverish. In fact my throat was a bit sore and my breathing a little laboured. I kept my sunny side about me and thought okay if I'm going to be sick might as well be here.

The thing is, I don't get sick. I've taken great lengths over the past 18 months, by way of a personal experiment, to keep my body balanced. I eat well, drink lots of blessed water, do my daily qi-gong and EFT (tapping) and whole-heartedly embrace the belief that I am an energy in a physical form. Thus if I don't feel well it's an indicator there's an imbalance within my being.

Hmmm ... something is definitely going on. By Day 3 evening all I could do was lie on the floor (cooler there and less chance of bugs) and rub cold cloths and ice-packs over my bitten body.

Morning of Day 4: tragic. It's okay I told myself ... let things run their course. I was glad I had booked the massage and made that the only thing I was going to do all day. Not that I could've done much more. I was so feverish and frantic by appointment time, it was probably difficult for the masseuse to tell what was sweat and what were tears. I'm such an over-crier ... the moment I'm distressed it's right back to childhood and on come the water works.

Having my body caressed allowed me to relax and soon the inner storm had subsided. Lovely. Peaceful. Once home I nurtured myself with lots of water and a couple of bags of candy I had picked up when I got the bug stuff.

I tried to keep comfortable but it became increasingly more difficult. Within a few hours I felt like I had the crap kicked out of me. It was near impossible to sleep that night. I woke hourly achy and distressed, hobbling to the bathroom to pee since I'd drank so much water... Cursing at my situation, wondering what the hell was I doing and why my beloved universe had seemingly turned on me.

Morning Day 5: I was grateful to have gotten through the night and even felt a bit of joy noticing the amazing Hawaiian sunrise. I was certainly feeling much better and did a few qi-gong movements to loosen up my stiff body. Well, well, well ... fast-track to moving forward. Having such a quick recovery certainly supported my beliefs about the energy body and I resolved myself to the fact that being sick was in fact a good thing and I was indeed healing. And I had climatized ... no longer puffy and bloated. Yay me!

I started my morning routine ... comb the hair, brush the teeth, looked at my face ... WTF!!  My left eyelid was swollen; I looked freakish. Seriously??? The thought of whatever bug it was that had the audacity to land on my face and suck the blood from my near-eye gave me the complete willies and burst any kind of bubble I'd formulated.

Sigh.

Paradise truly is a state of mind...



Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Holoholo

JOURNEY WITHOUT A DESTINATION


I really wanted to label my retreat-from-routine a Sabattical cause I think that's a cool word but technically, a Sabattical is a span of time measuring two months or longer. My almost 4 weeks doesn't qualify. Next time.

The day finally arrived and I transported 2500 miles to an isolated world in the middle of the Pacific ocean. Destination: the east side of the Big Island of Hawaii. Barely two months ago Hurricane Iselle roughed up the area and currently the dance of Madam Pele inches lava towards Pahoa town. A catastrophe unfolding in slow motion. Life will change again in this magical part of the world as it always has and always will.

I love flying. I think everyone should have the opportunity to gaze upon Mother Earth from 30,000 feet. I’ve made a personal vow never to be blasé about the opportunity to soar above the clouds to get the perspective on how insignificant and vulnerable we humans truly are.

I've planned for the 5 hour flight. I got snacks, slippers and one of those fancy airline digi-players overpriced at $10 (ah heck, I love the gadgets ... of course I had my complimentary Hawaiian Mai Tai too).

Watched the latest Adam Sandler & Drew Barrymore flick “Blended”. Shame on you both. What a commercial grab. Although they try to pass off some wholesome, loved-based message, the setting is a trip to Africa … for the elite. A freakin’ Disneyland-style African experience. Holy crap, why would you flaunt your opulence in a continent where folks don’t even have clean water.

At one point I notice a rainbow on the aircraft ceiling… Mr Sun shining through the window has created a polygon rainbow shape. Delightful. Not long after, glancing out the window, the Sun made similar rainbow effects on the clouds below. The colours were intense and vibrant. One little patch was fiery pink. Spectacular. Thank you

The flight goes without mishap and just like that, I’m surrounded by black lava, lush vegetation and holy crap it's hot. Sauna-like. My rental car is a sleek, black Nissan Sentra. Score! And off I go. But I only vaguely know where I’m going. How hard can this be? There aren’t many roads, I’ve been here before. Other side of the island here I come.

What I hadn’t planned on was the lack of signage. In my world every sign will include Puna, Hilo, Pahoa or something of reference to my destination. Not just Pukumakahalo street... Aaarrgh! I took every possible wrong turn, backtracked several times, stopped for directions when I finally found some form of civilization ... but that was rare ... we’re talking uniunhabited here.

Finally got myself over the hump ... Saddle Road ... runs between two volcanoes ... and just like that the fog hits. I slow down. Without realizing it, I'm speeding. Not because I'm heading downhill, but because I'm Canadian and I drive kilometres. I have to keep reminding myself this speedometer is in miles. The car is so damn smooth it really only feels like kms... Hang in there ... little lower altitude the fog will lift, I keep telling myself . And it does. Alrighty then. Making progress.

Ultimately for every bit of progress I would make, not long after I'd make another wrong turn or think I'd gone too far and turn back. It was getting dark and it's jungle-like. And I guess I wasn't really paying attention when I was here last time...

I finally make it. Hallelujah. I check the door. It's locked. No mailbox. No cell service. Crap. Well I'm having a bevy. That was stressful. I pull out the 'merican version of apple cider. Angry Orchard. Oooo. Tittilating.  Really? it's not a twist-off. Now I'm angry. Another challenge. It's okay, breathe, I'm here. Holy crap. I did it. I'm here. And I will get this open.

Hmm what can I use. People have used lighters. I try my flashlight. Line up the edge. Give it a pop. Ouch. skinned my knuckle. Okay try again, that loosened it. Nuts! knuckles again. I turn the flashlight on my hand. I'm bleeding. I'm hurt and I'm getting desperate. I try the edge of the metal patio chair. Woohoo. Cider spills all over the cement patio. I guzzle. I grab a tissue from the car for my knuckles.

I figure I'll go down to the community park. A drum circle was in progress as I passed by. My phone should work there and I can call my rental contact. Beautiful night. Warm. In spite of my harrowing drive I'm joyful. Sure enough my phone works. I leave a message for the contact and decide to mingle and enjoy some human contact.

An hour later after chatting up a coupla local fellas, I figure I'll head back up to my treehouse and see if she's there. No call received. I'm pooped. The 3-hour time change, early awakening hour, 3-hour drive ... it's all catching up. And I get lost again. I can't even keep my wits about me when I'm walking...

Seriously? Not here. I consider how I might break in. Then it occurs to me. There's a mat outside the door. Lift the mat. Ah ha! A key. Wonderful. I'm in. I'm elated.

I'm an idiot.


My sore knuckles are a blatant reminder how easily distracted I can get. Why hadn't I clued in earlier? My sense of silly embraces the day ... truly a journey without a destination.

Aloha






Wednesday, 1 October 2014

The People on the Bus

I've been utilizing the public transit system of late. In my usual style I fought, kicking and screaming into change. And once I released resistance and relaxed into the adventure part of my routine disruption, it's okay. Because we can't be anything but okay.

I live in the suburbs. I work in the city. Albeit on a small scale compared to some areas - my drive to work was typically 15 minutes and some days I'd only hit 3 or 4 red lights - parking is a major problem of a reptilian nature. It's not the fees - though what is available is ridiculously overpriced - parking just doesn't exist.
Parking in itself is about the biggest capitalist scam goin'... A self-perpetuating money grab. Charge people an exorbitant amount of which has no correlation to anything.
Here's a thought... how about a structurally balanced, self-sustaining service where everybody wins. It can exist.

What space was available has rapidly diminished leading many commuters to creative and desperate measures including the block game. Every hour to 90 minutes numerous staff deek out of the building to shuffle their vehicle around the block seeking another limited safe zone. I played for awhile, not a bad thing really, gets you up and moving, fresh air and all. Pop in at the store, grab a coupla licorice (usually 4 red, 2 black), lotto tickets if it's Friday.

However being one to test the boundaries of prit near everything, it wasn't long before I accrued numerous tickets and thus succumbed to change.

Why haven't I done this before one might ask? The public transit stop is roughly 100 yards from my front door and drops me off directly across from my building. And the bus schedule perfectly matches my work schedule. I bow down and thank thee, my beloved Universe. Dare I ask for a covered shelter to be built before the winter rain comes?

Although I'm not ready to commit to a full-on bus pass, I do buy my tickets in lots of 10 for a minimal discount and I don't feel quite the bus-world-tourist as to put change in the meter. Every culture has its rating system.

It's been good for me in a spiritual opening of the compassionate heart kind-of-way, being exposed to this cross section of my world. Another push of out the comfort zone. I've observed patterns and people's routines. An unspoken awareness and camaraderie is present among regular riders.

I don't know where all this wide-spread fear, all too evident in the daily news, comes from? 

As I move about my day I'm exposed to a significant amount of humans who, like me, are moving about their day. Smile at someone and usually, delighted at the overture they smile back. Admittedly I 'plug in' with my Sony earbuds and lose myself in my tunes cause too many people want to talk...

I tell ya, the People on the Bus have restored my faith in humanity. Cause the best part of all ... as they disembark, 95 per cent of riders holler Thank You and acknowledge the driver who has safely delivered them to their destination.

It's a beautiful thing. Love is alive and well among the masses!





Saturday, 20 September 2014

Good Day To See Clearly

Just as one would check the Daily Horoscope I've migrated to checking the Daily Tzolkin Calendar. Messages are based on the Galactic Tone and the Mayan Sun Sign for that day. Simplistic in nature, so even Third Density Humans can comprehende.

Like this one... Good Day To Sit On A Rock   My personal translation of that message is ~

Throughout the day I shall endeavour to recognize and dodge emotional hooks presented ... cause it ain't gonna be pretty if I stumble.
I can do it. When a situation arises I take that extra breath and remind myself to sit on the Rock.

Check it out  http://www.mayanmajix.com/TZOLKIN/DT/DT.html



Today's blog however I have proclaimed Good Day To Have A Rant
(which I more diplomatically entitled Good Day To See Clearly just to hook you dear reader)

My eldest son and his wife went out for a rare evening with friends to a newly opened country bar in town. My boy, a cheery drunk, stepped outside awaiting the taxi they'd called. In one hand was the last inch of a beer - the establishment had not stopped him from taking it with him - perhaps it's a patio of sorts he thinks...

Within minutes he was approached by two policeman who'd been sitting in their car outside the pub. He was subsequently given a ticket for having open alcohol on the street. Seriously? They're cracking down he's told.

As he tells me this story I'm already thinking to myself what kind of horsecrap is this? Surely my tax dollars can be better utilized ...  What's their motto? oh ya, to Serve and Protect. Not sure which part is being fulfilled here.

But it gets better (on the ridiculous scale)...  He tells me how much the ticket is. It's $230

Are you freakin' kidding me?


How f-d up is our system that a mid-20s citizen exits a licensed facility, that has allowed him to leave their premises in an inebriated state with a bottle of their named brewpub beer in hand, where he is issued a ticket by waiting officers. He has cooperated fully in the minutes-long interaction.

You know try $20. He might feel the slap on the hand, realize, ya he perhaps could've been more aware. But all this does is royally piss everyone off by the utter ridiculousness of the penalty for the alleged crime.

How are people expected to respect, support and believe they are being well-served by a system such as this.


And don't get me started on the many other absurdities that are being shovelled to us by other governing bodies who continue to make decisions for the people at large that really satisfy only their own egoic agendas. Sheesh.

Time to go back to the Rock.






Monday, 15 September 2014

Let's Play Christ Consciousness!

The Game of All-Ages for All Ages

     an exciting game of skill & chance


Number of Players  INFINITE

Object of the Game  ATTAIN INNER PEACE  Christ Consciousness

Overview 
Energies from different dimensions will inhabit a human form and play the Galactic Federation's Earthwalk: Duality and Density of the Physical Realm

Players move throughout this quantum matrix creating their moves and rules as they go. The only limitations are the ones players impose upon themselves.

A player's perception and related emotional vibration will determine the amount of Joy and Struggle experienced through each Earthwalk Incarnation.

Goal
On each Incarnate players will be provided opportunities to raise their vibration; evolving and expanding their consciousness and contributing to the global collective.

Strategy
Prior to Re-Incarnation, players will set out specific goals and possible experiences that will provide the environments to learn the desired outcomes.

Scoring
At the end of each Incarnate, players will consult with the Collective Counsel for assessment of the Earthwalk.

Players will continue to Incarnate until Christ Consciousness has been attained.

Christ Consciousness is the state of consistently vibrating at an emotional level of 800 or above when all you see around you is LOVE in every imaginable form.


Bring back family game night! 

Play Christ Consciousness


Sunday, 14 September 2014

Orbs in the 'Hood

An interesting phenomenon has been on the increase of late. Hold on folks, this blog is going full-freak.


I'm talkin bout Orbs. Energy spheres. Say what?


Here's my story. As I've been progressing on this spiritual journey and refining my vessel, synchronicity and other really interesting energy things have been on the increase. And it's never what I expect. That's how absolutely delightful the Universe is.

I have an unusual sense of humour. I find myself quite amusing. Those close to me don't find it odd for me to exhibit tears-down-the-face, loud-belly-laughing at something I've said or done.
Case in point, I'm cooking lentils, a staple of my plant-based regime. I'm relishing in the love I'm feeling just thinking about lentils and I wonder if it's Jewish dish. Then I realize, oh, I'm thinking about Barbra Streisand's Yentl. With that connection made, I'm full-on raucous laughter, grab the countertop for stability over my blondeness.
The family downstairs don't bother to 'check on me'. 

Over the past year I've started to notice an increasing number of Orbs in photos I'm taking with my sweet lil purple Nikon Coolpix. Good 'ole point & click. I'm fancy when I use the zoom.

And there they are. Amazing. I giggle every time I review my clickings.

I watched a documentary Orbs: The Veil is Lifting*. Fascinating and answered pretty much all my questions.





I have debunker friends which is fine. That's their reality and I've learned to respect that and not let their views take down mine. 


An interesting perspective on the photography I'm doing ... a portion of my photos would have to be edited for reproduction ... I'm talking Photoshopping the Orbs OUT ... I find this amusing. For years people have been Photoshopping things IN...

When snapping these I even noticed the Orbs on the camera screen just as the flash lit up the 10 feet in front of me. Wowza.

Phenomenon in a nutshell and practical terms: By making adjustments at the source - eating plant-based, meditating, laughing, observing, practicing forgiveness - it's like I'm tuning into higher frequencies and I can literally see more stuff.

And we're all being vibrationally uplifted by Mother Earth's current rattle & hum and the external bombardment of solar flares and magnetic storms. As above, so below. Yes, we're all part of the expanding Universe whether you willingly participate or not.  I find this amusing too.

Take a deep breath. This is fascinating and joyful. Put on your quantum cap and allow imagination and infinite possibility in your world.

Make your own CuppaJoy reality.

You can you know...



*I subscribe to Gaiam TV, a spiritual version of Netflix. I highly recommend it, however, much like Netflix the content isn't 100% available to Canadians and they've got some streaming issues to work out and app creations. Come on Gaiam! Feed us northern neighbours  (that's right spellcheck came up when I hit that 'U')

http://www.gaiamtv.com/

Saturday, 6 September 2014

What's Really Going On

I have a very dear friend. Saying dear somehow sounds rather old-lady-like but in the true sense of love, she's dear in the way her spirit is wedged, ingrained actually, in my heart.

To the core of my soul she says.
There's so many one-liners - in a myriad of voices - she's delivered over the decade I've known her, I could keep myself amused for hours just walking down memory lane.

She is freakishly talented. 


Not long after I first met her I told her she reeked of creativity. She called me gregarious. We had a mutual-respect love-on in the making. And of course her birthday is the 22nd...

We got together not long ago. Time I value greatly. Our conversations are always lively, raw - full of emotion - and brilliant, directly reflective of the amount of wine we've consumed. I feel like we feed off each other in the best way. Intellectually, emotionally, creatively matched. Hmm, that's not really true.

Truth is, in my reality, the only match we are is emotionally. We're both crazy - in a fabulous endearing way.

Intellectually and creatively this woman is a bubbling-over Source of Talent in All Things Creative. An auburn starseed. I've often wanted to live in her mind for just 5 minutes...

I went full freak* on her the other night. 

*Not freak in the negative reactionary programming   CuppaJoy? never!

She's very worldly and pays attention to politics, economics and global happenings. One aspect of why our friendship is perfection. I rely on her to fill me in. One less thing I have to keep track of I figure. She asked me my thoughts on the world-wide turmoil, appealing to my spiritual views.   high compliment - thanks friend!
I pondered and formulated the following. Pretty darn good overview I thought.

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CGB  Creative Goddess Bestie  the divine Mrs M
CJ  Cuppa Joy me
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CJ   Okay my friend. This is a little out there.
From an observer perspective, these are all distractions. Emotional events to get us hooked and not pay attention to bigger things. I think there's also a level of acceptance required. We are in the third dimension moving through the fourth towards the fifth. However the third dimension is all about duality. A harmonic atmosphere doesn't exist in this dimension. Sorry Miss America world peace is not yet attainable.
That's alot to process. But the divine Mrs M is from White Rock so I know she will get it.

CGB  So what can we do?
CJ  Ride the cycles. Pray. Meditate. Remember Power vs Force. One happy person can cancel out 10,000 naysayers. Resist getting hooked into emotional traps. Eat plant-based. Treat people nicely.

Throw off those third dimensional distractions!


Probably not the answer she was expecting. Like many of us waking up, she is pondering her experience. ah yes, life in the 40s, the kundalini brews

Cyclicle in nature, our complacency comes in spits and spurts. Like solar flares. Our attention gets diverted to different aspects of life. I see her coming into a cycle of growth. It is the Age of Aquarius afterall...

Allow it. Get in the flow and listen to the voice of Infinite Possibility

Cause what's really going on, is there are many reptilian distractions meant to fuel the voice of limitations. Once we grasp this simplistic yet incredibly complex concept, we can move beyond it and let all the freakishly great things we're capable of doing happen.

I love you man! 













Friday, 29 August 2014

Random Encounters of the Amusing Kind

I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed, chillaxin' engrossed in another consciousness youtube clip.

Ding! My phone signals a text.


I see a number. No name. Hmm, not in my contact list.

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RT  Random Texter
CJ  Cuppa Joy me
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RT    Hi what are you doing tonight    want to go to a country bar!!

Clearly a wrong number text. The imp in me surfaces. I shall have fun with this.

CJ    Sorry I don't do country
RT    What your missing out    fun   music   ok next time

I decide perhaps I should figure out if I do actually know this person.

CJ    Who are you going with?
Feeling smug, clever. Sherlock-like.

RT    Well everyone is backing out so don't think i am going  :(

Argh! Foiled. I'm being toyed with. I persist.

CJ    Now I feel bad. Where is this fun band playing?
RT    At Dukes   new country bar   opening tonight on discovery downtown

I change strategies. I'm gonna throw out information and see how Random Texter replies. Brilliant!

CJ    On Well I'm out. No funds. And no babysitter for Alex (bill went to the hockey game) Thanks tho

None of this is true. Except I did hear on the radio coming home from work that there was a hockey game at the local arena that night. I chose the name Alex being rather generic - girl, boy, dog*
* judgement-free observation we all know people who will pass on social occasions that require them leaving the family friend home alone 

RT    Ok next time
Checkmate. You win Random Texter! But I must have the last word.
CJ    For sure ;)

    ~~~~~

A week goes by. I've relayed this story to a few and keep reminding myself to sit down and blog about it. Hey I think. Let's keep the game going. I text.

CJ    Hey how was the country bar? Did u go? What up tonight?
RT   No i didn't get to go !! at jacks for a B-Day party. Going to the blues bash tomorrow with Janelle

Janelle?

wtf. Ah geez. I do know this person. Crap.


RT   What are you and Pam doin tomorrow  u should come down   its free!!

Busted. A long time friend she is. We will share a loud raucous laugh when we see each other again. Ha ha. How blonde am I?

CJ    She's going to van  Was thinking of Jessie's but not sure  See what weather does
RT   Ok we are going downtown around 12 if you want to join us
CJ    I'll keep it in mind
RT   K

Why am I the jerk again?




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APS  Another Pleiadian Starseed
CJ  Cuppa Joy me
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I'm at this magnificent outdoor summer party. Live Band. Lights colouring the surrounding forest. Pure sound. Love.

I'm groovin. I'm swayin. I am the music. I am the vibration. I am drunk.

This gal appears beside me. She's groovin too. In the energy of the night we dance. We start chattin. I feel like she's zoomed in on me ... and not in a sexual possible lesbian way ... just a chick thing
As the conversation continues to unfold - complete with her commenting on our physical similarities - most notably our hair, I can't take it anymore, I must ask.

CJ    When's your birthday?
APS  April 22   I'm all about the 22
CJ     F-off
I say it in a most loving, joyful, inebriated, hippy kind of way. I show her the many places 22 is woven in a couple of my tatts.
CJ    Me too

We hug, we dance more. Off she goes ...



Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Spontaneity or lack thereof

I have the long weekend off. The sun's been a blazin'. The only commitment I have is a fabulous 14 year old daughter. I have friends camping lakeside 2 hours away. We decide to go.

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TNB  The New Boss
CJ  Cuppa Joy me
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It's Thursday when I approach The New Boss.
CJ  Okay if I leave early tomorrow?
We discuss the operational situation.
TNB  Sure. Send me an email tomorrow to remind me.
I like his request - that's how I operate - have a trail for reference 'cause, dang, I just don't remember stuff anymore.
CJ
Hey TNB,
As discussed I’ll be heading out at 2 pm (using the time I had ‘on the books'). Spending the weekend lakeside on friend’s property – I’ll definitely be killing a few brains cells but I don’t use the full capacity anyway… haha

TNB
I know people in that area so be good!

Tuesday morning. Still basking in the memories created with those goofy bastards I've known most of my life.


TNB
Please make sure you always make note of your TIL (time in lieu) in the stationary calendar & in the future plan it out a few days in advance so that I can make sure we don’t have any unforeseen staffing shortages.

Huh?

What's with that? I feel like I'm in trouble. And he spelled stationery wrong! Sheesh.

This is the reply I formulate though don't have the vaj to send it, so I'll do it publicly instead ...
Dear TNB
I am in receipt of your email outlining expectation for future scenarios. I want to assure you that I like to plan ahead. I've always been very good at planning. And gosh darn, my role at work is referenced to as a Planner. I planned my first ski trip when I was only 17. I arranged the coach, printed tickets, pre-purchased group lift passes, and spent the day skiing completely inebriated (hey that's what the aforementioned goofy bastards and I did back then). On one of these trips my best friend broke her leg. We were across the border so she had to endure an 8 hour journey home to proper medical care. That we hadn't planned for.

Which brings me to a key question which has arisen as a result of your email. I'm all for planning. As outlined above I really really enjoy it. But there's this whole other world of spontaneity. I actually enjoy this area even more than planning! Countless times throughout my earthwalk opportunities have presented themselves and if it weren't for the lil minkey* in my mind I wouldn't have taken some impressive leaps. Does your email represent your view on spontaneity?

I'm open to the possibility that a reptilian-driven member of our organization directed you to send such a limiting formality. Cause up til now I've been of the impression you were an out-of-the-box kind of guy. 
Regards, Planner #2

*minkey = hybrid of minx and monkey



Thursday, 22 May 2014

be the observer


I work in an office. And I enjoy it. Above my desk is my Cuppa Joy logo; a pyramid of orgonite sits adjacent to my name plate atop the L-shaped bookshelf also serving as a divider between the subject of my relentless pranking and I (i'm sure some days she wishes i'd move). I've made my area open and enticing. I like being in the nucleus.

colleagues to the left of me, colleagues to the right,
here I am, snug in the middle with me
- sung to Stuck in the Middle with You, Stealers Wheel 1972

All too typical, unrest within the clan does occur. After a particularly prickly day I was pondering the day's events. I find human behaviour fascinating. In my rapid expansion of awareness I found great peace on reviewing as an observer. Really testing out this whole non-egoic state of singularity stuff ...its taken me over a year to completely grasp the concept of that statement - so if you're thinking say what? don't worry; over time you will undoubtedly be exposed to information that will pique your memory of this statement and one day it will all make sense. Trust me on this.


My method of reaching this judgement-free view involves a few dissection steps.
Here's an example.
Statement  They should have done that.
Reflection  Hmmm anything that involves shoulda woulda coulda is definitely got some judgement going on.
Question  So where does judgement come from?
Reflection  That would be based on a belief system.

Knowing this, it gets pretty easy to then see how a person is really just responding appropriate to their belief system. And I accept that. I also accept that others, myself included, see the experience through their own belief system which may or may not align with that of the statement-maker. This is where "taking it personally" comes in. Oh my, at times we are wounded, offended - even horrified, and conversely, pleased and delighted by others all based on our own views of the situation.

Another example. Tell someone they look young. If it's an older person, you'll probably get a positive response. On the other hand if it's a teenager, they may not feel quite the same way and you'll get a much different response.

Every situation that arises throughout the day is a potential learning experience. Lots of us are bombarded with interchanges that give us an opportunity to process as an observer and adopt the view that things just happen. It's only when we bring in the ego and its beliefs, values, yada, yada, that we create the drama, the story, the experience that subsequently unfolds.

I am grateful every morning when I open my eyes. I'm still here! Brilliant!
Another day to practice this peaceful way of moving about my world. While my coffee brews, I start with a few minutes of qi gong to wake up this magnificent physical vessel I occupy. If my bird feeders are low I'll pop out and top them up.
Much nicer this time of year that's it's warmer. I have to admit slipping on the ice a few times in the winter in my urgency to provide sustenance to my feathered friends. In my mind I'm Snow White singing while the bluebirds land on my arms and shoulders...
Next I'll check in with a variety of consciousness-related websites I follow. All setting the vibe - pun intended - for the day.

And I remind myself that all I have to do at any given moment is take the view of the observer, realize it's just the ego making you all squirmy, and all that human suffering goes away... Life truly can be a beautiful thing; it's how we choose to experience it.

Best go check on those bird feeders...

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

technological advances

I bought myself a present. For riding the waves of my journey. It's beautiful. It's sexy. I love it. 23 inches of pure technological genius that connects me pretty much anywhere with anything. Touch screen too. Still surprise myself when I point at something on the screen and something else comes alive!

Technology.

I get giddy just sayin the word.


Less than 20 years ago we bought a 31" TV for a thousand bucks. And I was over the moon sayin "I've gotta big f'n TV"... Today, for 75 percent of that, I have a multi-purpose device.

I used to think of my grandparents and the advancements witnessed in their lifetimes. Big things. Cars, airplanes, television, cordless phones, space travel... I've since turned my attention to my generation. My children  know a record player only as a retro device. Dare I mention 8-tracks...

Our gen has witnessed the birth of ATMs, debit cards, cellphones, computers, the Internet, huge leaps in medical technology, transportation, space exploration and genetic manipulation... Anything seems possible. With this exponential growth what will things be like in 10 years ... then envision 20 years in the future.

Exciting times are upon us.


Truth is the Universe is ever-expanding and everything ... I mean everything ... around us is changing at a rapid rate. The technological advances are tools that are helping us really delve into history and what and who we are. And where we're going. Fascinating stuff.

I heard this joke about the evolutionary ladder. Man, as we're identified, looks back at the ape with a shocked look after noticing a step ahead of him. The ape says what, you thought you were the end?



Glad to be back. 

Cuppa Joy out.


Wednesday, 19 February 2014

a wing and a prayer

magical crystal water


Part of my esoteric regime is drinking water blessed and enriched with crystals. Sometimes I tape a handwritten note on the side.  Love & Gratitude   Joy   
This kinda embarrassed my teenage daughter when her friends came over.

I found this magnificent decanter at Pier 1 Imports   everything is so pretty in there I can't stand it ... the commercials are true ... the stuff does talk to you!    I always check the clearance shelves, afterall who doesn't love a bargoon.  Found a crystal darling for only $8. It's even conical - think sacred geometry - with glass topper. I wash it, and the crystals, with only warm water and baking soda. The crystals get energized by moonlight and sunlight alternately, in a windowsill or the shrine created on my bureau complete with candles and Tibetan buddha statue.   thanks mom! she's so onboard

Anyway, as part of my commitment to experiments of a natural nature, I've been drinking my Joy water for many months now. It's delicious and satiating. There's an undeniable wholeness felt in your mouth. Sometimes ... I amp it up ... adding fresh lemon. Who doesn't want to stimulate liver regeneration? Am I right? Health-wise, I'm terrific. I'm thriving in fact. Thank you Source.

So I'm in a Mother Earth Esoterics R Us Shop picking out a meditation cushion. Which, by the way is the cat's meow. Love it. While making my purchase, the topic of crystals came up. I proudly revealed my crystal water routine.

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KLH  Kind, loving human  shop girl
CJ  Cuppa Joy me
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KLH  What crystals do you put in?
CJ  I have a few different combinations
KLH  You know some are toxic right

Say what?

CJ  Oh, no actually I didn't
Being on the path to enlightenment allows one to stuff the ego and expose the ignorance. She rambled off a few names of toxic crystals which I only remembered one. And now I can't even remember that one.

I did check out numerous crystal sites and ensured none of the crystals I've been lavishing in love and mother nature's elixir weren't secretly killing me ... slowly ...

yup, a wing and prayer


Note: the bestest masseuse-bodyworker-starseed I know, told me her mom referred to her as the most fucked-up angel she knew ... personally I find that a delightful term of endearment and kinda hope that's what my mom thinks of me

  


Wednesday, 12 February 2014

You're an Attractive Woman, however ...

At 45 I found myself, again, sitting on a counsellor's couch. Uugggghh. WTF. Seriously, what kind of a jackass was I in a past life? Not only was I most aware of this, my co-workers, albeit with love, also pointed it out. Repeatedly.

I was at a crossroads in a relationship and dealing with way too many children and ex-husbands. Got myself assigned to this counsellor-guy through the referral agency. Guess you get what you pay for. This was free.

Okay. I recognize the bitchiness but this dude bruised my ego. And that tender underbelly recognizes that Mr. Facesmacker's comments have proven invaluable as I've not forgotten ... and used them to thrust me forward.

FS  Facesmacker  very direct counsellor
CJ  Cuppa Joy me


My cupped hands holding up my weary head, tears rolling down my cheeks, I lament over the most recent crisis of my reality.

FS  I'm not buying it.
'Scuse me?
FS  I'm not buying it.

Doesn't even hand me a tissue. Focker.

I look up. Goddamn if he isn't right. At that moment I made the connection (ah-ha moment) on exactly how I was playing the victim. It was sooooo easy to see others playing the role but I hadn't recognized my own very special version.



I'm leaving from my 4th of 6 free visits (gratuities not expected. At least I don't think so. Though you'd be surprised at what services involve tipping).

FS  I can hardly wait til next week.
He's rubbing hands together with a bizarre, joyful smirk on his face.

OMG. Really? This is my life dude. Facesmacker. Focker.



FS  So, um, you're an attractive woman.
CJ  Thank you.
       Don't think I hadn't picked up on his sexual innuendos. 
FS  But in 10 years you won't be. So another 6 year relationship ... is that what you want? Cause that's where it's going. And the selection gets smaller. Many older men have relationships with younger women.

Wow Facesmacker. Tell me what you really think.


Fast forward 6ish years
Hmmm. Well Facesmacker was right about many things and ya I got it. I watched it all unfold. Over and over and freakin over again.

However...

I still have a choice regarding the in 10 years comment.

I'm 3-and-a-bit years away from 55. The 10-year mark. And, Mr. Facesmacker, I am well on my way to looking absolutely fabulous. Stunning* actually. 
*see blog your name came up

Cause dude, I will be gracefully-strutting into your office and in my polished-toned voice ...
CJ  Would you say I'm an attractive woman?

And of many possible scenarios of what happens next, my favourite is -

FS  You're obviously a former client. And in need of services...

Haha. At times we choose to keep the veil on regardless of what may be blatantly obvious to the emotionally-detached observer.

Thank you Facesmacker



This Blog was written with loving thoughts of the hours of raucous laughter shared with my sista L and her beautiful daughter Shanny-anigans

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

The Milk of Human Kindness

My mother always referred to the Milk of Human Kindness which I assumed came from the teachings of my beloved Grannie, wild child daughter of a Canadian pioneer preacher. Or she read Shakespeare.

Nonetheless, fresh outta my Hawaiian Retreat, my first integration back into 3D reality found me waiting for a cab to take me to the airport at 5 a.m. My son had warned me not to leave the Oakland airport but being the adventurous type I was all over this. No problem. Motel 6 down the road. Hmmm.

Thankfully, I'd set my own alarm though the front desk clerk (through the voice vent in the bullet-proof glass) had offered a wake-up call. As I was lingering in the lobby (along with numerous people waiting for 5:15 am to check IN... say what?) I watched a slender figure, hood pulled down over eyes, dart from one side of the parking lot to another. The odd female slinked by. One wrapped in a towel... As time ticked by I was getting anxious, asking the front desk gal to call again, and again. Breathe, breathe, breathe. I was so close yet so far away. I could see the airport. Damn it.


YP  Young Person a gal who was checking in at 5:15 am 
BBA  Beautiful Black Angel   good samaritan
CJ  Cuppa Joy me


A young woman approached me.
YP  I could see if our driver can take you to the airport after we check in.
CJ  Yes. Please. Please ask.
Don't know what kind of 'driver' this is. I'd seen him come in to the lobby shortly before 5 am. Lots of gold. Huge watch. Chains galore. Dressed in all white. Pants around the thighs. Seriously, how do people walk like that? It's gotta be a challenge keeping the pants up. I foresee hip issues in the future of today's low-riding pant wearers...

A 300 pound black angel stood in front of me.
BBA  What's goin' on?
CJ  I just want to go home.
Tears were welling up in my eyes.
CJ  I've been waiting 45 minutes for a taxi. My flight is going to leave in half an hour.
BBA  I'll take you. I get my vehicle. My wife and I take you.

He pulled around, I hopped in. Within five minutes I was at Terminal 2.

BBA  There's good people in the world.
CJ  Indeed.

Now I was really leaking from my eyes.

CJ  Thank you. Thank you. You are so kind.

I thrust all the U.S. cash I had left into his hand as I leaned over the seat and hugged this gentle giant. His wife too got the full CuppaJoy huggin'. I have no idea who these kind folks are but I hope they felt as good about helping a stranger as I did as said recipient.

Ah the Universe. I kept Joy in my heart, trusting that all is well and let the Milk of Human Kindness flow (no doubt with a lil help from Grannie's spirit).




Saturday, 8 February 2014

I Love You Robert Kent

January 2013

Seemingly caught in a vortex of sadness I asked myself, with the basic assumption I would live until roughly 70 and I was nearing 51...
How Am I Going To Cope For Another 20 Years?
This asked without emotion and with complete knowing and acceptance of life happens, it is what it is. After all I was intelligent enough to logically accept, without a doubt, life will unfold with experiences completely out of my control.
Nonetheless I was faced with the question screaming inside.

How could I possibly endure life and try to eek out some level of happiness, joy, peace, content?

Moment of truth. There must be a way. A choice point was smacking me in the face.
How do you want to live? Guess what kiddo, it's all about you and how you choose to view your circumstances.

This led to a magnificent year of amping up my exploration of the spiritual and energetic realm.

Fast forward

MVB  Magnificent Vibrational Being   Robert Kent
CJ  Cuppa Joy me

January 2014

Robert Kent is the embodiment of my journey. I came across this extraordinary human when I spontaneously attended the Wellness Institute of Hawaii’s Come Alive Retreat. The warm energy of our initial communications set the tone for everything thereafter. I loved him instantly.

On arrival our group was welcomed by Robert and team in the gathering space at Ramashala. I was completely at ease and incredibly curious about what was in store.

We didn’t see Robert for another 5 days. After a mesmerizing Hawaiian speaker, Robert approached me addressing me by name (he remembered my name ... awww).
MVB   Karen you’re radiant.
CJ   He speaks my language.
MVB   Oh girl, you gotta move to Puna. That's how we talk here.

The day subsequently unfolded with a myriad of group interactions led by Robert exploring the vast surreal nature in Mackenzie Park more like Jurassic Park ... so so cool; all completely focused on all we were experiencing.

That evening we danced ecstatically. Robert appeared before me pointing to his eyes. We locked our gaze and placed palms together joining our energy fields. I experienced the most cosmic connection thus far in my reality. I was him, he was me. There was nothing tangible but us. Everything else was vibration. I had no sense of body but every sense of body. Energy buzzed from within my core whirling out my limbs, my head, my everything, in an exuberant, blissful physical expression.

I broke free, my mind in a frenetic whirl, desperate to comprehend wtf just happened.

MVB  That was pretty trippy wasn’t it? I just learned how to do that about six months ago.
CJ   Ya. I was mesmerized. I thought to myself, Are you God? and then I remembered No, we’re both God.

He laughed. We laughed. We talked about activating dormant DNA, global consciousness and the magic of Puna.

Most intrigued, I delved into the background of Robert Kent. Not only an active participant and local business entrepreneur in the Puna community, he is a renowned Canadian photographer and founder of the Compassionate Eye a not-for-profit organization committed to positive change globally.

What truly amazes me about Robert Kent (and I do have an enormous crush on this beautiful man) is that he revealed the answer to my screaming question.

He showed me it is possible to experience the perceived downside of our earthly existence and conversely thrive.

You see, three days after I met Robert Kent, he lost a son. I’m not aware of the circumstances nor do I find them particularly relevant. Bottom line, this human is experiencing one of life’s most crushing and debilitating scenarios, yet it hadn't crippled him. He could continue to be present and exude love and gratitude.

He didn’t know I overheard bits of his conversation with a friend calmly discussing this most recent event. Combined with my observations of his behaviours and overall presence, I feel Robert’s spirituality - belief in source and an open heart - is how to allow ourselves to relax into the duality of life and experience feelings of intense grief and incredible gratitude...


I Love You Robert Kent. Thank you for revealing the God within you.