Sunday, September 10, 2017

Chaos



It shouldn’t come as a surprise, the ‘Great Mother’ is desperately vying for our attention. Her fury is not playing small, no one is immune, and things are not going to ease up…

It has been building, this energy; it is the kind of energy that has steady and dangerous movement, and until now, this movement has been slow to grow.
It has been laced with all kinds of agendas, prophetic catastrophes, and a gathering of hidden fears that have deep-seeded consequences and we know it; but most of us could not imagine it would be in our face, so strong, right now.

A virus (this energy) is one that started with division (race, creed, color, politics and religion) and was allowed to take over – it was systemic. People taking sides, righteous sides, that were so very personal… and we are gutted. Gutted to the core as we vowed in our own way to fight. Fight the good fight. But is there really a good one?

I know there are many trying to counterbalance this twisted, tilted kind of energy however, the numbers are not big enough… (not yet). So what happens? Nature responds. It feels every thought, every action, every bit of sorrow, anger and spite and simply aligns with it. Going with the flow for better or worse the energy feeds on potential. Not with a tainted flavor of right or wrong, just potential because there isn’t good or bad – only the energy.

The portal is open and wide enough and as I write, things are spinning. The fury unleashed goes beyond the wake-up call because we missed it. We were (and still are) sleeping. The pollutants, mining, logging, greed. Our planet is choking, she is needs to breathe, she wants clarity so her rage is somewhat justified.

The warming we feel isn’t an embrace; it is the fire inside the core of the energy and it has nowhere to go except out. And all the years past, we could have, we should have done something… but we didn’t. We gave this energy a slight nod of 'maybe' and how bad can it be? So now, right now, in this moment; it is very real.

And while voices are yelling in anger, fear only grows. The underbelly of the energy is swirling and amassed in numbers. No one sees, few understand or accept that we need to raise our vibe, not our voice. And those who say they are standing up for the ones who need it most are noble, yet in nobility, there comes a price. We just keep separating, losing ground, giving way to implosion, as the space in-between grows larger.

There comes a point when we just have to ask, “Is separation worth the suffering, worth the destruction… Is it?”

“When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.”
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John Lennon

The evidence of the poison is mounting and we can blame it on all kinds of attitudes, but humans tend to run blind. We don’t want to cede to energy because most of it is invisible to the eye. But we are the storms, the earthquakes and keepers of destruction. WE are.

My heart is so heavy, I don’t like “Doom and Gloom” and I have a huge respect for the power of all this energy but the current situation has made an impact in my soul and it has reaffirmed the way I am viewing some long-lost prophecies. Yet I do have confidence in recovery, confidence in love, and I know with all my heart we have the intelligence and predisposition to make changes.

To give the energy a different feel there has to be a group effort (it takes a village) and the inner will to use our hearts and mind for betterment, not division. This means acceptance instead of segregation, love instead of hate and to choose peace. We have to fill up the rabbit holes we keep falling into and utilize connections. The technology is in place, now if we step-up our commitment to compassion the energy will follow suit. We need to send love to the wounded earth that sustains us… she doesn’t ask for much. It will work.

Preservation is key, the key to our well-being. Healing, nurturing, and re-assessing what we deem important. Food for thought, food for the soul.

Thy will be done? Yes, we can do this if we truly wake up - There are not going to be many more chances. Sending HUGE love to all affect by the rage.


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-Debbie lynn

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

NO Fear


I listened to a piece on NPR yesterday about “Women involved with White Supremacy” and was so taken aback by her candid and blatantly heart-breaking truth, the tears rolled. This woman avowed that White Supremacy feed on, and practice the art of intimidation through inciting fear. She flat out bragged about it.

I guess the hardest part to consume was the fact that this “White Supremacist Woman” was so matter of fact about the use of angst and unease to recruit other women to her cause. A cause that is old and tattered, ugly and archaic, mind-numbingly WRONG; but it is out there… it is.

She (the interviewee) stated unequivocally that “the fear factor” is how they get people to join them. And while I have always known this kind of brain washing exists, I could not believe that she would be so cavalier in her conviction, like a cold slap in our face - but soon the realization settled in and it looked like this: My goddess, if people won’t educate themselves and they allow the toxicity of fear-mongering to rule their lives, it is not a wonder they are led to believe anything.

Instinctively, women tend to connect to the ‘mother’ (the feminine energy) with a deeper understanding. They know of nurturing the goodness inside and in life, but, when this is connection is lost, some will head to the darker warrior (available in us all) that runs with the wolves in sheep’s clothing. They gather the vulnerable with a collection of worrisome thoughts and say, “there is safety in numbers.” They call to unite in an unjustifiable nightmare, seeking solidarity in their cause.

So my Sisters, my Brothers, my Family of love and light…. this is a problem.

The disasters of the misinformed we encounter look random and chaotic – they are not. They are succinct, purposeful and powerful. When nature rages, she has a purpose, she a natural progression and intelligence – but when we rage, we are simply out of control. Unfortunately, we are often times the sole victims of a toxic force with no one is to blame but our self.

So when fear rises, it is our humanness engaging in the chaos. Man-made disorder is comprised of negativity (ego) so the challenge is to go beyond…

And when the back-lash of truth explodes as a fear; it has irreversible consequences. See the truth can be a lonesome and desperate place, so it is much easier to create a veil, a mask, a shield to hide behind and evoke a fire that has been dormant for quite some time.

It is so very dangerous to deny this is happening. As groups amass and continue to propagate dramatic situations to try to keep us weak and ignorant – how do protect the innocent?
I for one, won’t stand for it and I know - True power doesn’t lie in fear – it rises in love.

And even with the best intended relationships, “the truth” can hold a violent side yet I know, a hierarchy of peace will override the hate - hands down and we have a choice.

Hands to the heart center, I say a little prayer. In the meantime, the best I/we can do is be an advocate for the innocent, a voice for the voiceless and send out love driven massages seeped in truth no matter how monstrous the opposition seems. We are bigger, smarter, and stronger than hate.

Don’t be intimidated by this truth… “The truth shall set us free”


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-debbie lynn

Sunday, August 20, 2017

CrossRoads




I was off the grid for a while.
When we returned, I was more than appalled by the current affairs and the horrid happenings (not to mention my disdain to the non-stop rhetoric of POTUS responding to the atrocity).

As I scrolled though my news feed I read a myriad soap-boxed posts professing their “whiteness” and love for all colors, races and creeds, etc. With my heart and mind aflame I started to join the call, but as I did, something changed inside me. I thought I was armed and ready to shame the shamers for shaming, yet I stopped.

I realized sounding off on social media (gathering likes to stroke my ego) is such a waste. What would a few harsh words do anyway? And my “friends”? I already know they are with me (we share common values) so it is obvious that my redundancy would be nothing more than redundant. After all, there were plenty of voices and respected writers saying the same thing, “We are disgusted, we are saddened, and we are over it”

With that, all the words drained from my head and for once…I backed off. This is not my normal M.O. and I began to question my motive. I wondered where I was headed and who really gave a shit. I looked into my ego and saw this arrogant position I where I had planted my feet in and realized it was nothing but mud.
I felt dirty, I felt remorse, I desperately needed a spiritual bath.

But the biggest revelation hit my heart hard and turned me inside out. I just didn’t have the will or the fervor to make “the right” noise. This change in persona has been a long time in the making. Call it old age, or ageless wisdom but to add more agitation to the already chaotic and ugly situation seems futile.

My stand is common—a thread we all share—so I sit here and ponder how to help.
Duh, we all know right from wrong. We all know hatred is born and bred in ignorance. Honestly, right now, I don’t have a better answer but in the progressive world we live in, I feel it must be different, yet it isn’t.

My granddaughter is of color and she is well aware of this fact but she is NOT aware of how much hatred there is against it. She just doesn’t acknowledge it, and blissfully blind, she is a child, but (most importantly) she is being raised to love and respect everyone. And I never thought her skin would be an issue, but lately I feel the need to protect her. I would be lying if I told you I don’t have some fear for her safety, so my only consolation is that with my heart of hearts, I understand it is only a small portion of the population.

For a long time I have been under the influence of a gentler vision for our world and a non-violent approach to our current state of affairs, so a rant to fight what is not fightable is a steep contradiction.
I realize my words would be (in fact) violent. So (for me) ranting—no matter how well conceived—is a form of violence. The end.

Many will dispute that we must raise our voices to be heard, and my stand has been, and will continue to be, raise your vibration instead (it’s contagious). The bar has been set high on this one and it is about raising consciousness, not a hand or angry words. I am proud of my decision not to write out the nastiness, but I struggle (I do). I want desperately to find a way to soften the hard edges, yet I know we need them and I wrote:

We all know the atrocity in the aftermath of racism—but I have to believe that our time is not their time…. How about a different agenda?
Light up!
Twisted woven nightmares—the unthinkable just keeps seeping into our space.
But we have the power to stand, to untie and to wake-the-fuck UP. And talk? It is cheap—it isn’t until the moon passes the sun, mercury does its thing and we are shaken to our weary bones that change is going to happen. It won’t be pretty. Are you ready? Darkness cannot illuminate a sunless planet… it is timely, but far from hopeless. We need sharp edges to cut away the poison crap and then we all soften.
The Yin to the Yang to the bone, say a little prayer…it is time, more than time.

And the song that is more than an earworm looping over and over again:

“You may I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you will join me, and the world will live as one.” – John Lennon
http://thetattooedbuddha.com/yes-even-well-meant-rants-can-be-a-form-of-violence/