Saturday, 15 August 2015

Mother's Advice

I recently watched another fabulous documentary Spiritual Revolution on Gaiam TV ... wellness & esoteric version of Netflix ... I love it, of course.

One segment in particular caught my attention. Going back to the roots of the spiritual movement in North America, Bhagavan Das, the 27-year-old Golden Guru, sat before thousands at a gathering in California in 1972. The crowd anxiously awaiting The Word...

GGI don't know. No one has anything to teach until they're 50.

And he walked off the stage. Now there's an insightful young man!  Being over that marker (not by much though haha) I wholeheartedly agree. And I'm sure when I'm 70 I will reflect back on how little I knew at 50. That's just the way it is. Although some people certainly have more wisdom ingrained than others, there's no match for years of living on this planet.

With that in mind, herein is mother's advice. To my four offspring, many other lovely young souls adopted along the way, and any other interested parties.

When you're having a crap time, whether it be physically or emotionally, it is your inner self saying Helloooo you're not happy inside. Something needs to CHANGE.

Your life needs looking at. Maybe just poor food choices, activities we're doing or things we're saying. Or maybe you're in an unbalanced relationship, dead-end job and abusing substances... lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

It's this beautiful internal guidance system we're born with. However from the get-go society teaches us to do any number of things when we get signals ... ignore, mask, suppress ... to name a few.

My latest analogy supporting the view of we're Light Beings having a Human Experience involves the board game Clue which I played as a kid. You pick a character ... Colonel Mustard, Mrs. Peacock, Mr. Green, Professor Plum, Miss Scarlet my personal favourite ... should I be surprised?  The game unfolds as the characters move about the board in search of clues eventually exposing all. Sounds a little familiar doesn't it?  Yep, it's an incredibly complex game we're playing here on Earth, that is all too real with pretty high stakes. And we have the opportunity to play with excitement, delight and joy.

The sooner one develops the ability to view and understand Life and Living from a different perspective, the easier this existence can be. We flow from experience to experience allowing the natural order of life to take place with the Serenity Prayer in our pocket.
Universe, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
Sometimes I wish I learned this concept earlier on in life. Then I giggle ... Silly human, figuring it out is the Journey.

Tuesday, 14 July 2015

Time Warp & Weird Animal Interactions

I read on the internet today - it's official - time is warping. 

I am not mocking this statement whatsoever as I truly believe time has been kinda odd lately. However I'm not really one to pass up the opportunity to mock ... afterall this-must-be-true-cause-I-read-it-on-the-internet.

But seriously time has been weird. It feels like it's flying by; my colleagues and I were lamenting last week how it's already halfway through 2015. On the other hand when I look back at certain events, say last February, it feels like eons ago. I try to remember this observation particularly at times when I'm feeling a great deal of discomfort over how my life is unfolding. In simpler terms, hang on this crap won't last long; before you know it, it'll be weeks down the road and you won't remember what you were piss-moaning about... How's that for kicking your own butt! Spiritually-speaking I could be using kinder verbage however I'm embracing my personality and really, one's spiritual journey isn't about being nice all the time. It's about being true to your higher-self and the practice of accepting one's true nature rather than picking on ourselves.  Sometimes I say the f* word too

Of late, along with many other humans, I've been experiencing some interesting interactions with animals. 

My most recent tattoo was a design I created some time ago (I really can't remember, what with all this warping going on) but the basis is the phi symbol - like pi but not quite - it is an equation specifically the golden ratio - the rate at which everything grows. It's the symbol of creation.

As I'm a flowy kinda gal I added a series of dust specks which morphed into birds - growing, right? I'd got the idea from a design of a dandelion blowing seeds. The tattoo artist redrew my sketch and asked if they were a specific bird. No, just birds I said.

A couple weeks later I was standing at my kitchen window gazing at my abundant green surroundings. A crow landed on the wire leading up to the house. Wow, that's close I thought. A moment later he flew directly at me and at the last moment swooped up to the roof. Okay, even closer. Time to look up animal symbolism. I love the internet.

Crow represents creation. Many cultures believe crows hold memories of ancient worlds, ancient ways of living, and beautiful secrets.

Of course the birds are crows. Thank you Universe; you never cease to amaze me.

A dear friend and fellow spiritual-seeker had a beautiful experience with a chicken, ever more to be known as The Spiritual Chicken.

It occurred only weeks after he'd given up eating meat. I recalled, when sharing his reasoning with me, he told of a nasty experience years earlier when eating chicken. A drumstick I believe. With a crippled, gnarled bone. I could see by his body language how repelled he was even now. Needless to say for many reasons he felt really good about his decision.

It was on a Saturday morning when venturing across the yard to his man-haven aka garage there it was. A chicken. Living in a industrial/suburban area there are no neighbours in the vicinity that house poultry...  Cool he thinks. The chicken accompanies him to the shop and there they happily spend the day. That night it wandered off. He hasn't seen it since and is quite convinced, as am I, that the Universe was expressing acknowledgment, support and gratitude for his decision. The Spiritual Chicken indeed.

I work in the city which means parking is almost non-existent, and what is available is either expensive or time limited. The free parking, which is my preference, is a 10 minute walk from my building. This time of year it's an absolute pleasure and I meander my way in the morning through the city's original residential area marked by colourful gardens and heritage styling. One Friday morning I noticed a deer ahead of me on the sidewalk. That's a bit unusual I thought. Across the street a woman poked her head around the back of an SUV.
He's stalking me she said.
That's funny I replied.
She hollered No it's not.
Indeed the deer had now crossed the road and was approaching her and her little dog. I do find this amusing however I can tell this lady is rattled.
I'll walk with you I said. I have an umbrella and if it gets close I'll protect us.
We walk half a block back in the direction I've come, gradually increasing speed as we notice the deer is getting closer! I think it likes your dog, I said. Another half block and as we glance back the deer is gone; it appears he's taken the road to the right that we just crossed.
Whew, she says. That was weird. She introduced herself, thanked me and ventured the last stretch to her building.
It was barely minutes til I crossed back over that road again on my way to work. The deer was nowhere in sight... OMG, I thought. I bet that sly creature has cruised the back yards and will head her off at the pass!
I couldn't wait to run into Margaret again out on her morning dog walk. It was a few days til our timing meshed.
I've been dying to know I asked. Did that deer reappear at the end of the block?
It did! she said. I knew it!
What made the day even weirder, she went on to tell me, later that afternoon while visiting friends the same thing happened. A deer appeared seemingly fixated and her and her dog.
You should look up deer spiritual symbolism, I suggest.

I told my spiritual chicken friend about the deer interaction. He had just learned from caregivers at his mother's extended care facility that they often see deer around their premises, and believe them to be assisting with soul transition. In simple terms, assisting the death experience.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen Margaret and her little dog lately. Hope they're okay.

Thursday, 30 April 2015


It's been my observance that Humans like to humanize things ... random stuff, other mammals and animals, and the big one ... God.

I've been an avid follower of Cesar Milan, the Dog Whisperer for many years. He clearly and easily points out how it's the humans that have the problems. And it's true. We humans want everything else to relate to us in our language without many of us even for a moment considering the other party. One of my fave insights into dog psychology is when Cesar teaches us that, to a dog, an excited human  hello baby, hello, come to mama  represents instability and he (the dog) better take charge of this lunatic.

I used Cesar's method with a chihuahua I came into possession of a few years back (that's a whole other story). To me anything smaller than a lab isn't really a dog so there was no way I was going to let this small beast be babied. For the couple of years he was on my watch that was the best damn baby dog ever. He hiked mountains with me (my rationale was if a 48 yr old chubby woman could do it, a 3 yr old chi could). We went everywhere with him mostly off leash (although he wasn't suicidal I still ensured he was leashed at intersections). And I did NOT humanize him. I let him be a dog. Albeit a very small one.

He did a bunch of cool tricks too. His best was Look Pretty.
That was a real crowd pleaser!

I heard a good humanizing story on the radio one afternoon. Apparently there was a dead crow on the side of the road and it's mate was snuggling and trying to nudge it off the gravel to the grass. Someone had called in saying how heartfelt it was as the one bird didn't want to leave the other's side. Nope, another caller (with scientific credentials) explained. Was trying to fornicate. 
Dreamy humans.

So that brings me to the big one mentioned in the opening line. God. 

Through my spiritual journey I have come to the understanding that we are all energy - a frequency - a sound wave - as our core component taking form as a mighty complex and miraculous biological machine. Our senses interpret and generate emotions that produce some sort of judgment, even in the simplest form of good or bad. 
Think about this: A surge of energy from something we experience is void of judgment until it passes through our human form which interprets the information. 
We often hear statements like ...
  Why would God do this?
  God is angry
  Sometimes bad things happen to good people (as if bad people deserve it more!)

All have a level of judgment to them. And judgment is humanizing. Assuming that God is male or female is another example of humanizing...

God is source energy. We are all an extension of source energy expressing itself in human form. And humans happen to exist in a third dimensional physical world based on dualistic existence. So really we just can't help it ... we're Human. That's our experience. Guess I'll stop judging...

Thursday, 26 February 2015

Synchronistic Sunday

This post definitely deals with spirit, manifestation and other things that make a starseed like me squeal with joy. Those without antenna to ethereal realms may not find this story quite as delightful.

This past Sunday was 02-22 ... in my numbers world this is a signal to the heavens (or maybe from the heavens) that anything is infinitely possible today.

The speed of the cycles of late is fascinating and at times overwhelming. But one shouldn't be surprised as its inherent knowledge that the Universe is expanding faster and faster. I use technology as a reference as it's sooo in the forefront. Apply that expansion formula to um, everything, and it's a wonder any of us even know who we are anymore!

If you're still asleep - unaware, unconscious - to your surroundings you probably just think time is going by really fast and may be oblivious to the subtle nuances occurring and available. Wanna change your life? Wanna change your perspective on um, anything? These speeding cycles are giving endless opportunities to grab hold and go a different direction.

To equate that formula into my life over the past couple of weeks, here's the lowdown ... or should I say the download, of what I was experiencing at times.

        - absolute feelings of despair
        - stuck in the same thought patterns I thought I'd cleared
        - unrest linking to childhood

What the hell? And it felt like hell too. My comfort level was no longer tolerable. Time to do something. So I did what any spiritual being would do and had a Card Reading. Go to the Source literally and find out from my guides what was going on and what to do about it. Enough.

I got my mind blown. 

Confirmation of my origins, abilities and some tall divine guy hanging around on my left.
I was taking photos of the Angel Card from the reading and had to take a couple shots changing up the angle as a shadow kept appearing when I clicked the shutter. I got home and looked at the photos from my camera. There was NO shadow... Validation of his existence? I'd say yes.
For a day or so afterwards I felt like I was wading through a thick emotional soup. It was the processing of so many realizations emanating through me.

A few days later my current fave YouTube teacher, Matt Kahn, uploaded a new video  A Message to All Lightworkers   Brilliant. All about how those of us in the First Wave of Ascension were no longer required to clear energy for the Collective Consciousness.
Well no wonder it had been hell, I was clearing crap on a global level! Oh the challenges of being a Lightworker... 
All we had to do was decide when we wanted to stop and we were free to move on. I love the simplicity of the Universe.

Synchronistically the next day while browsing my current fave FB teacher, Danielle LaPorte, she commented it's time to stop telling our 'story' and start to frame up our future. Which isn't a new concept - certainly one I'd long ago heard in counselling... Seriously, how long do you want to talk about your problems? Whatever you choose to give attention to grows, favourable or nah...

Time to stop pondering and healing wounds and get excited about what could be!  I spent the next few days ramping up my vortex with delicious dreams. What I have come to learn is to churn it up, Imagine It, Feel It, then sit back and let the Universe unfold. My spirit guides enlightened me with the knowledge that I like to control the outcome (okay I knew that) and I also believe I have to conjure all this up. Absolutely Not. Let go and allow stuff beyond your wildest dreams take place.

Which brings us to Sunday 02/22 

While having my morning cuppa and cruising Facebook, an Event catches my eye. My sister in law had shown interest in this. I messaged her. Wanna go? She's in. I register us. I start reading the details.

Holy mother of all things Source ... one of the facilitators is the very person whose name I'd thrown into the vortex barely a week ago requesting the opportunity to cross his path.
You can't request anyone to like you. It's that whole Free Will thing. Admittedly I've been slightly annoyed about it at times. The fact that other people have free will, that is... 
A few years back I'd manifested crossing the path of my first love. That took me a good 8 months to happen and when it did, it was in the grocery store after I'd been on a 2 hour hike, no make-up, hair pulled up in a straggly bun exposing my gray roots. Oh ya that Universe has a sense of humour. Guess I should've been more specific...

Ultimately what will be, will be, and I'm enjoying letting go and allowing the Universe to amuse me.

What is truly amazing is the speed of the request materializing. Cycles going faster and faster.
My son decides on an image for a tattoo. The next day he sees 2 guys with similar. Maybe not, he tells me - he doesn't want to be mainstream. Look at it the other way I said. The Universe just provided you with 2 visual samples to assist in your decision prior to getting inked. Cool, he says.

About an hour later I head out - a beautiful sunny February morning. As I'm driving I'm thanking the Universe and my dad's spirit (of course he's angling for me on the other side of the veil) for this amazing show of manifestation. Miracle really. I park oceanside enjoying my coffee and the magnificence of my city. I notice a seagull in the distance flying towards me. Closer and closer until it's barely 20 ft from my windshield. Holy crap, for a moment I think it's going to land on my hood! The bird veers and lands on the cluster lamp standard a dozen feet to my left.

It's my dad! My heart swells. This is his Victoria. This is what he so fervently loved. A cluster lamp standard graces the cover of his record Follow the Birds. Energy flows through me and like watching an old movie, I have flashes of so many wonderful family experiences. I grin from ear to ear and bubble and squeak inside. Over 20 minutes pass. I don't want to leave dad, you go first. Moments after the thought leaves my mind the gull flies off only to land 50 ft away in the water. My turn to go. I start the truck and wave goodbye.

See ya real soon Pops!

The Universe has overflowed my Cuppa Joy and it's barely 10 a.m.

Thursday, 19 February 2015

Liars & Thieves

We have a family joke, of sorts, about liars & thieves.  

Meaning we consider ourselves liars & thieves

I was explaining this to a friend of mine a few years back adding that our family descends from the gypsies. Wow, really? he said. No, I replied. I just told you I was a liar.

The liars & thieves phrase stems from my Granny on my mother's side. She lived in the interior of BC at the turn of the century, her father being both preacher and hanging judge in a small town. Or at least that's the family story (perhaps the original lie...). Gran didn't care for the indigenous folks in the area, citing them as all liars & thieves. Well in the 1990s my husband at the time found this quite hilarious and took every opportunity to give my Gran a reason to regale stories of the barbarians and their repulsive behaviours. Yuck she'd say as she shook her head in disgust.

My stepfather, although of a different bloodline, really epitomized the liar portion. My mother would say Are his lips moving? Truth be told he was quite the historian and of great intelligence hidden behind a deadpan face just taunting you to call bullshit on the seemingly outrageous crap he was shoveling. Trivial Pursuit was not the game to play with him, though my brother and I would enjoy cheating should we find ourselves in said predicament. Liars & thieves, indeed.

Not long ago my son was heading out the door and we did the usual exchange. He returned barely 15 minutes later, certainly not long enough to do whatever he'd said he was doing.

Mom, I lied he said. I didn't have to, I'm not even sure why I did. In fact sometimes I just lie cause I feel like it.

Brought tears to my eyes. Love that boy.

I watched my stepfather beam with pride listening to another son answer my phone one afternoon.
No she's not available. Actually it's now Ron. I'm going through my gender reassignment surgery and it's going very well thank you for asking...

The thieving part is a whole other category and not quite what you think. It's more of a taking advantage of any available free stuff. One year my daughter and I made an attempt to fill each other's Christmas stockings with such items. It didn't really turn out as well as I envisioned. Chopsticks & wetnaps have no business in a Christmas stocking... just sayin'

One of my finer family experiences in thievery was definitely out of necessity. My daughter & I went to Disneyland for her birthday - my operating capital was slim in those days and a portion of our spending budget was in prepaid credit cards. Note to self - do not use Canadian cards in the States. Delayed transactions, funds frozen pending whatever... frustration and fear...

The night before we're to fly home I am literally counting pennies to cover all possible costs we'll encounter on the way. Magically the ATM gave me $20 ... thank you Angel of Desperate Moms. On the way back to our room after one-last-swim in the pool I noticed the wrapped leftovers on the neighbour's room service cart. I snagged a couple of bread items and a fruit cup.

I am hysterically laughing. So is my girl. We're being resourceful I say. Then she notices the absence of butter. Really?  But that beautiful face wants butter for her stolen bun and I oblige.  Game on!

Even my saintly mother has dabbled in the family farce. She is completely irritated by vehicle seat belt shoulder straps for a myriad of reasons (probably some psychological but she would never admit it).

When the nice police officer that pulled her over questioned the lack of shoulder belt use, she explained her recent mastectomy made it quite uncomfortable as the area was still quite tender.

Well played. I bow down to thee great liar mother of mine.

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

In Goodness We Trust

Not long ago as I was walking home, having disembarked the bus (okay I'm stretching the use of disembark but I like the way it sounds) I was tapped on the shoulder by a young Asian woman. It was well into dusk and without my glasses I was struggling to see what she was trying to show me on her cell phone. As I fished my glasses out of my purse, she unfolded a typed letter.

My host family, she said, handing me the piece of paper. Stepping under a lamp standard amongst the foreign characters I could make out an address. How did you get here? I asked. She had approached from behind and I hadn't noticed her getting off the bus when I did. It was then I realized she couldn't speak nor comprehend much English.

Wow. There was no way I could leave this human being on a suburban sidewalk miles from where she should be. On the flip side, how could I present myself to be truthworthy enough to provide assistance to get her where she should be without completely freaking her out. What an interesting dualistic dilemma. Of course I had to help her.

I spoke loud and slow. My house is down here, I point. I'll google this address. You are very far from where you should be. I will take you there. The more I spoke the more panic arose in her face. I thought it might make her at ease if I laughed. But not too maniacally.

I brought her into the house, beamed on my Cadillac computer and with the miracle of Google maps found her host family's dwelling. A five minute drive away, I now find myself riding that fine line of cultural manners in my offering of a ride, in my black ghetto Ford pick-up no less, to the safety of her host family.

I remembered my experience trying to get to the Oakland airport a year ago and having to have complete trust in the intention of a stranger*. And seriously, shouldn't it be the norm?

                                    In Goodness We Trust

I delivered my lost human to the address and she was definitely most grateful. And I spent the evening really pleased with the 15 minute opportunity I was given to be an angel.

The next morning on the bus the driver went above and beyond to ensure a small human (around 8 or 9 years old) safely made it to the bus he should've gotten on, to the extent of involving the transit dispatch so the next driver was on the watch for the little guy. A passenger made a point of recognizing the driver's efforts. You could feel the kindness energy expand between all who shared the experience.

And that folks is where we're headed. The Fifth-Dimensional way of living, where we're aware of, compassionate towards, and in assistance to, one another.

Sweet Dreams

In God We Trust

Sunday, 25 January 2015

Yelly Cat, an affection experiment

I adopted myself a tabby cat a few months back. The intention was my attempt at reconnecting with Affection and/or maybe just People In My Space. Not sure how or why but currently I find myself in a place where I am unconsciously (and sometimes consciously) avoiding the human touch. Is it as simple as I'm just plain touched-out from years of mommying & partnering?

The cat is a Senior in the feline world, though we're not really sure how old. At the SPCA her previous owner reported Jazzy's age as 10. In the complete adoption package was a detailed sheet on her micro-chipping. Apparently miss high-tech fancy cat is really an east coast gal and a mere 7 years old. Nonetheless I only paid the senior's adoption fee and that pleased me. A bargain is a bargain.

When we were perusing potential adoptee kitty cats, behaviour was an important factor. Jazzy won our hearts as affectionate and a communicator. I had visions of us cuddled up, sweet lil kitty cat in my lap, blissfully purrrring as I scratch around her ears, under the chin. Indeed this sweet little animal was going to lead me down the path of allowing...

Seriously, have I not learned yet that rarely does anything turn out as we envision?

Yelly Cat meows constantly and loud. And she snuggles alright. My head is her preferred snuggle destination whether I'm sitting in my rocker chair, office chair, couch or lying in bed.
I have an aversion to my head being touched. I used to be really OCD about the whole thing ... so bad that I wouldn't even walk under a tree overhanging the sidewalk for fear of some invader, possibly of the worm or insect kind, that was watching, waiting for some oblivious earthling to pass under and become their new home.
I'm not a clean freak however I know the kind of 'dirt' animals leave behind. Look at a cat bed. Look at a dog bed. That Yelly Cat is shedding all that grunge where I lay my head every night. And I know I roll over and have my face buried therein. Yuck.

Inevitably as I'm drifting off Yelly Cat, motor running, completely unaware of any boundaries, positions herself half on my head, and as she kneads her paws she's pulling my hair. Oh for gawds sake. This was supposed to be a pleasant experience. Here and there she sneezes. Sick. What was that I said about a bargain?

I think of people talking about their cats bringing them little gifts from the woodlands. A dead bird, a rat, a mouse, some sort of offering. Another perspective to that scenario is one of You're Next! That in mind I find myself lying in bed, Yelly's paw poised less than an inch from the corner of my eye; dare I move too suddenly else I feel the wrath of a kitty scorned by way of a claw to the eyeball. Take That!

This experiment has not helped the cause. Back to the drawing board...