I had one of those moments yesterday when I broke the rules!
The rule in question is the one about not offering help unless you are invited!

It’s a very hard thing to do and it takes great discipline… To wait to be asked.
Especially if you feel love and concern for your fellow travelers on the journey of life.

Yesterday I blew it!

I walked up to a woman who was in serious emotional pain…
Her forehead was creased and scrunched as she said to me, “I don’t know what you are talking about… I am not angry or hurt…. Just a little sad! ”

She was furious with God… it was so obvious… if it had been a dog it would have bit me!
I quickly apologized for my mistake and agreed with her world view…
Stepping away quickly…
I was ashamed!

Have I learned nothing?
Am I so ignorant and foolish still? Apparently so!

She had good reason to be suffering.
She and her family are Christian Missionaries. I met them at a church meeting in Chiang Mai Thailand. Her husband had been kidnapped by Moslems in Pakistan.

He had been released only a week earlier….
Her husbands kidneys were exhausted and it showed in the dark rings under his eyes.
He was warm and obviously good at his job.

He was willing and interested when I suggested his adrenal system was exhausted and he needed support for his kidney function before he went out to fight that good fight one more time!

He was happy for the info… but his wife lives on that river in Egypt…De. Nile…

And I did not handle my own energy with enough reserve to be of genuine support to her.

I needed to ask her first if she would like my help and humbly accept her answer….

My heart goes out to everyone in dark emotional places because I have been there myself so often…

There is always light and dark….
Our job as genuine light workers is to respect the balance and be of true service to others from a place of genuine compassion and non judgment…

Blazing tales of wonder….. Still learning how to use my energy wisely….
To be continued…
S xx

You know those people who seem to talk all the time? Why do you think they do that?

It is really very simple… they are afraid of being unheard!

It works as a self fulfilling prophesy because you stop listening after the second or third time they say something. This way they get to be correct that they are unheard and ignored… or even, invisible…!

It’s true. There are some people who are afraid if they stop talking, they’ll disappear completely into the chaos of their minds.

There are some veterans around here in Hawaii, who seem to need to talk constantly… probably as an outcome of the mixture of agent orange and feeling abandoned by their country after Vietnam…

If you find yourself talking too much, make a point of asking yourself which one of these is it that you are afraid of experiencing… invisibility, inaudibility or being inconsequential to those around you? Then STOP…..!

Never be in judgment on those in this condition… or, before you know it, you will be judged for the same by others. Instead, speak the truth gently until they can hear it… because these people who talk all the time… are most often deaf to what others have to say! Carefully bring them to a recognition of what they are doing and why.

I often tell my friends… “if you ever hear me tell the same story twice tell me right away… I need to know so I won’t bore you or myself…”

I love words…  I consider myself a wordsmith. I use them sparingly, because I know with certainty… every word I speak is a spell.

A spell, I am casting upon myself and my world…
With consciousness, words can be a great tool of healing and personal empowerment… used UNconsciously, they live up to the old saying “loose lips sink ships”… glug, glug, glug,… there goes your credibility…

It is only your fear that expresses through all that noise… and the truth is, if we can be quiet and listen for the still small voice of The Divine, we would know we are loved and there is no need for all that fear…

Find the silence in your own heart and you will have a treasure beyond price.
Then what you say will mean something.

Let go of needing to describe the world constantly so it feels more manageable.
Rest in the arms of The Divine Mother…
Find a place inside yourself through your breath…
Rest your weary bones in the knowledge that you are heard,
You are loved and you are seen…

Blazing tales of wonder,
Remembering all we have ever been and are about to become
Your sister through chaos and comfort,
Shankari the Alchemist