Getting Stoned

Living in an imperfect world, we are witness to many imperfections within ourselves and others. The sad truth is we fail to identify our imperfections and quickly point out imperfections of others. Or we identify our own imperfections by projecting them onto others, continuing to judge others for something that we ourselves have done.

We now return to Ani Po to get a Warrior’s perspective…

Ani Po was at her local gym, when a gentleman approached her and asked her opinion on Capitol punishment.She, having no opinion on this matter, answered “I do not believe in these laws that have been established by your people.”

Gent: “What do you mean, my people? Are they not your people too?”

Ani Po: “No. Where I come from we do not hate any one person or judge them for human experiences, instead we leave this up to our Father.”

Gent: “Where do you come from Mars? How can you not want to punish a murderer or a rapist? And why is your father involved?”

Ani Po: “My Father, is the Father of all fathers. He is the only person worthy of judgment. Our job is to learn lessons of Love. It is not their fault they murdered someone, it is your fault.”

Gent: “How are the actions of another my fault?”

Ani Po: “You follow the rules of the majority right? Then you and the majority are guilty of this. It is your fault for not helping a Brother in need, instead letting him wonder aimlessly through the countryside. Your prisons hold many lost souls, but they only want what you want…happiness. Locking them up, we only deprive them of the opportunity.”

It takes a whole village to raise a child.

~African Proverb

Ani Po: “In older times we understood what it took to raise a child, but somewhere through the ages we lost our way.Back then, the village was responsible for the raising of a child, nurturing and Loving the child as their own. Now-a-days we are ‘too busy’ for our own offspring. Their lack of Love in their lives, only develops attention seeking pilgrims who eventually challenge laws established by local government.”

Gent: “So are you saying that a whole community should take time out of their busy days to raise a lost child?”

Ani Po: “What I suggest is the community accept only Love in themselves, which invariably projects out into the community. We naturally desire Peace within, but fail to find it in our own community…thereby remaining lost. Accepting Love as the answer for all things, we instinctively return inward to find what had been there all along.”

Gent: “Ok, you still haven’t answered my question.”

Ani Po: “One day they will have to answer to God, they do not have to answer to me. As for myself, I am to learn forgiveness while I am on this planet.”

Gent: “How can you forgive a murderer? They deserve to be punished!”

Ani Po: “Maybe so, but I will leave that up to my Father. Under Babylonian and Hebrew Law, it was legal for one person to take equal or lesser action against any person who brought harm to them, still permitting a community to stone an person to death…justified under Hebrew Law. Nowadays we just lock them up…it is just the same as stoning them, as they die a slow painful death.”

An eye for an eye, leaves two people blind.

~Mahatma Gandhi

Gent: “Then what do you suggest?”

Ani Po: “I suggest everyone take time for self-reflection. In the words of Christ, Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone.We are all sinners. Here is another suggestion from Muhammad, Our Lord! we have indeed believed: forgive us then our sins and save us from the agony of the fire.

Gent: “So are you saying we should stone those guilty of sin?”

Ani Po: “Again I say to you…no. What i suggest is we All Get Stoned.”

At this time during the conversation, a fellow Warrior approaches Ani Po, “Yeah Man! I am in for getting stoned.”

They all part with laughter infused into their day, but the lesson remains to ponder. What do we do to the sinners of the world? Ani Po suggests we look only within ourselves and follow guidance of spirit. Spirit will lead us Home every time. When an individual asks for forgiveness, they must be willing to give up their old ways. If not, they remain in sin and shall be judged when the time comes. Wipe the slate clean, returning to Love and their shall be room for nothing else.

While the Pilgrim follows rules of the flesh, he invariably shall be judged himself by his own flesh. Returning to Spirit the Warrior relies on guidance from Holy Spirit, allowing freedom to be restored and Paradise to be revealed, her judgment shall be her reward.

Stepping into the Canvas putting down stones of judgment, we enter a new era…an era of Love and forgiveness. If we all put down the weapons of judgment, allowing peace to be restored throughout the land, we shall no longer fight. From this day forward we shall see our Brothers and Sisters in Light.

 

 

 

The Guardians of Light

Do you struggle with purpose? Are you searching for answers to the hidden questions deep within soul? What is our purpose and how do we find the answers? It is said we only need look within to find the answers without. What this means is we are to go on an inner journey of the self to find answers facing us in our own reality.

We return now to the Spiritual Warrior once again, as she finds her purpose…

 

Note: I am returning to the original format of our Warrior in the divine feminine. The Pilgrim represents the ego and the Warrior represents the Spirit within all. Being human, I disclose my fault in listening to another chastise my usage of duality. While I do refer to dualistic behavior, the Pilgrim and Warrior are one in the same just different ways of seeing things. While one sees things in an Ego base world, the other sees it with eyes of Spirit.

 

The Pilgrim, turned Warrior, still looks for answers to her daytime dilemmas but has no luck finding them. With dreams of darkness, she knows that she must sit and contemplate her every move in hopes of uncovering yet another shadow of the past. She notes the importance of her dreams, as her dream world identifies opportunities of growth in her daily world.

Recently Her dreams are that of a Panther wandering the land, only to transform into the Eagle. Arising, she did not know what this meant until she entered her ‘quiet room’ and meditated on the lesson. Pondering her lesson, she discovered that She was once a  part of a secret society called the “Sisters of the Light.” These Sisters were keepers or protectors of the Divine Light and worked directly for the Creator.

While the Sisters of the Light kept balance in the Universe, they were at constant battle with darkened forces. Carrying the Divine Torch wherever they went, they illuminated the darkened region once more. What our Warrior could not understand is what this had to do with her dream of being a Panther. She must consult another Warrior for answers.

While remaining in a meditated state, she consults a Warrior from another dimension. Asking her Warrior Guide for clarity of this dream, her guide speaks, “the Panther is often symbolic of protector and is often paralleled with Guardian of Light. Therefore tying her dreams of being a Panther with that of the Sisters of Light.

“But what about the Eagle?” She asks.

“The Eagle is often symbolic of the Great Spirit. In modern-day it would be classified as the Great I AM or Creator. Your dream of the Great Spirit is symbolic of your divinity in protecting the Divine Light. Being the Panther or Guardian of Light, you are working directly for the Great Spirit and maintaining balance in the Universe.”

Realizing Her purpose the Warrior knows to remain true to herself, listening to the inner voice and following as needed. This inner voice comes directly from the Great I AM and will always lead Her to the next destination.

Returning to reality, she ponders this heavy burden. Now smiling, she knows what she is to do. With torch in hand, she begins lighting other torches along The Way…

Stepping into the Canvas Lighting the Way for others. As our internal flame burns hot like fire, may it turn into a calming sea for others. Our passions will be shared by others in hopes of inspiring those in need. With every step, remaining in the moment, we seize every opportunity to lend a hand… and maybe even Light another Torch.

The Warrior and the Chopsticks

Often times we have varying ideas of reality. With differences in religious beliefs, political views, and plain day-to-day events, we all have different realities. Within this lifetime we have som any varying views, who’s to say it stops at the end of this world. Here is a story and reflection of  Warrior who witnesses first hand that our varying perceptions do not stop at death’s door.

There is a legend about a warrior in the East who died and went to heaven. “Before I enter,” he said to the gatekeeper, “I would like you to take me on a tour of hell.”

The gatekeeper found a guide to take the warrior to hell. When they got there, the warrior was astonished to see a great table piled high with every tasty food he could imagine – anything one could possibly want to eat or drink. The warrior then looked at the people. They were all starving.

“How could this be?” he asked the guide. “Are they not allowed to eat?”

“Oh yes, they can eat,” said the guide “but they must use the chopsticks they are given. They are five feet long and they must hold them at the end. Just look at them. They miss their mouths every time!”

“Enough,” said the warrior, “This is hell, indeed! Please take me back to heaven.” In heaven, to his surprise, he saw a similar room, with a similar table loaded with all the same food. But, the people were in radiant health, happy and well-nourished. The warrior turned to the guide and said, “I see – no chopsticks here.”

The guide replied that yes, the people were still issued chopsticks and yes, they were still five feet long and that they still must be held at the end – but, the difference was that in heaven the people learned to feed each other.

Just as the Warrior found in the afterlife, we are witnesses too. Often we see the negative side of thins when there is always a silver-lining to every darkened cloud. We can choose to see ourselves as helpless or we can choose to be self-sufficient, allowing a higher source to work within our lives.

Stepping into the Canvas with the view of a Warrior. Instead of seeming helpless and not being able to eat, we work collaboratively as one…never going hungry again. Lending a hand to another, I invariably help myself to eat.

 

True Leadership

When we think of leadership, our attention goes to the obvious: a person who directs a group or organization towards a certain goal of that institution. What we fail to see are the ‘True Leaders’ who quietly go to work day in and day out. While the obvious leader is just that and often recognized for their accomplishments; the not so obvious is the person who stands in the background, allowing his team to thrive and grow…essentially cultivating future leaders.

The pilgrim once thought he had to lead troops into battle but now, on the path of Warrior, merely allows them to shine. As a young pilgrim he lied, manipulated, and often asked the unimaginable of his team. As Warrior he knows a true leader is one who trusts in his team, allowing them to use their own creative gifts and giving praise where deserved.

When I began writing of the Pilgrim and Warrior, I saw two sides to every human: one being a Pilgrim Lost and in search of truth; the other being the Warrior who has found truth, allowing others to go ahead of him remaining in peace. At the beginning of our Pilgrim versus Warrior theme I wrote about the Pilgrim being a He; the Warrior being a She. This was purely a self-reflection of who I was and where I wanted to be. The He representing the Masculine side and the She representing the Feminine side. We spend most of our lives as man or woman, but at a turning point in our lives we reflect where we are going in the future and, hopefully, reconnect with our opposing self. If being a man, we are to find our sacred feminine within. Being a woman, we are to find the masculine. When we learn that we are not whole without the other, we learn our truest identity…we are one. While the Pilgrim is able to lead others, it is the Warrior who stands firmly in what he believes but allows others to pass him by. Knowing what I know, I see true leaders all around me…

Our mothers quietly maintained a certain order of things, graciously cultivating environments of growth. Selflessly giving everyday and making sacrifices without ever getting anything in return. Some see the rewards immediate, some never receive, but continue to give of themselves wholeheartedly. Think back into history…even the great leaders of our past, had silent leaders backing them. The wives who stood behind them, while their partners shared their vision with the world.It is the silent Warrior who has true leadership. A true leader is one who knows The Way, but allows others to lead.

Stepping into the Canvas we allow ourselves to be who we came here to be. Afraid no longer, we step with care but with authority. Not looking for praise, but what is right. Mindfully…we are aware.

Remaining Calm During the Storm

We all have moments where we escape to somewhere else, in hopes of finding tranquility, but lose the battle in finding peace. Some however have found peace even during difficult times. How does one deal with their own stress? How does one deflect the misery of another?

When we have a ‘bad day’ three options present: 1) stay miserable, continuing to attract more anger; 2) ignore the stressors in hopes that it will pass, potentially attracting more anger; 3) walk away, centering the self in breathing. Sounds pretty easy, but for many it is not while  conditioned to remain in misery…this is their reality.

Do we have to stay in our own reality of self-inflicted misery? What about others who create misery for us? Whether it is self-inflicted or brought on by another’s actions, we can change our response. For the self-inflicted pain we have option two or three, with the preferred method being number three. Stress implemented by actions of another can be more difficult to handle, as we are often in disbelief of their thoughtless actions…Really?!

Yesterday, an angry person who creates friction when he speaks quickly changed the tone of our day. With a pre-conceived notion of ignoring the person today, he came to me and apologized. In this case I chose option two and ignored him, in hopes that it will pass…whew! Next time I will be better at dealing with another person’s anger. Lesson learned! What if he had not apologized? By my ignoring him further, this would only create more tension between us. By not apologizing to me, two options then present: let it go or tell him how I felt. Thankfully he apologized and we didn’t have to cross that road.

The gentleman was ‘tired’ of going through Radiation Treatments. As many patients experience fear of their last treatments and the unknown, they express fear in their own way. His was through anger.

Remaining calm and instilling peace as a common ground, I established a new reality for him. His guilt came back to haunt him. Causing guilt, he apologized for his behavior. Again I say…whew!

How do you handle difficult people? Is it proper to return the anger? Returning anger only creates more anger. We are not defined by our actions, but define by how we deal with others during their difficult times and our own difficulties.

While the Pilgrim takes thing personally reacting from anger, only finding more anger. The Warrior allows others to express their emotions without absorption of anger, remaining in harmony with himself and the collective whole.

Stepping into the canvas identifying many colors of the rainbow, we have the ability to avoid misery brought out by a storm. Remaining calm we find ourselves instinctively wanting to dance in the rain.

I Am That

At the beginning of the pilgrim’s journey he found himself searching for answers. Answers about what he learned thus far. Before accepting the path of a Warrior, he traveled many foreign lands in search of truth.

Attending church…something left him empty. Attending a temple…feeling the same. Attending a mosque…something still remained void. Varying institutions all saying the same, that they are the only way…our pilgrim still found something missing.

On a cool fall day, he heard a whisper…I Am The way.

Ignoring this voice, he carried on his search for truth. Finding none, he humbled himself asking for truth. With the sound of the wind he heard again, “I Am The Way.” Befuddled, he again asked for truth to be revealed. The wind spoke,”I Am The Way.” Still not able to understand fully he tabled the idea fearing he might be losing his mind. Little did he know that he was about to lose a lot more.

A week had transpired and our pilgrim found himself on a retreat in the middle of the woods somewhere in the Midwest of the United States. Having no food with him, he thought he would challenge creation to receiving everything needed for his weekend in the woods.

With only a book and some water, he ventured into the woods. Hours had passed…and for the first time our pilgrim had felt peace within…but had no idea why. A noise caught his attention, as it was a familiar sound of a doe calling out in the woods. Anxious, he looked toward the sound, only to find nothing. When he returned his attention the other way, his friend appeared…it was a doe.

They exchanged looks, for moment, until she began walking in a way that said “Follow Me.”

Following the doe at about 20 steps behind our pilgrim was interrupted by an injured squirrel. Being sensitive to animals, and the fact there’s an injured squirrel, he stopped to witness the squirrel. The doe departed, leaving our friend alone with the squirrel and an overwhelming feeling. What was this feeling? Sadness. He realized that his life was not on purpose and so many injured souls remain in the world which he had not paid any attention to.

This was the first messenger to appear before our pilgrim and their were many more on their way. Messengers come in all shapes and sizes, from animals to humans, signs to books…all carrying a valid message for the pilgrims who are ready to receive.  The squirrel taught him a valuable life lesson, but his weekend was far from over.

His guide, the doe, appeared again inviting him once again to “Follow Me.”

Following his guide, he came upon a family of chipmunks. Observing them he was, again, overwhelmed with emotions. He realized that he was apart of that family and he was apart of a greater whole. Crying now, our pilgrim wept as he realized he had spat on his brothers for far too long. Looking to the heavens he vowed, from this day forward, I will extend my hand to my brothers and sisters no longer spitting in their faces.

Out of breath,  his guide appeared with another invite to “Follow Me.”

Following the doe, his attention drawn to something shiny and bluish in color. Getting a close look, and his guide vanishing, he noticed a bird. It was a blue jay. In wonder, he questioned the lesson that lay lifeless before him as it had just plummeted to its death. Reaching for the dead carcass as to overturn it in disbelief that he was witness to this death, he became overwhelmed  by emotion. Remembering how this blue jay once caused grief with annoying calls, he once again met his emotions. Weeping, he realized this bird had just given his life to teach him another life lesson. This time he was at a loss of words, as he realized that he once had taken life for granted and what he once thought a nuisance he found comfort in his calls.

Continuing on with what he has equated to a modern-day stations of the cross, he met his guide once more.

This time his guide took him to an ancient burial ground where a life-size statue of the cross stand erected in the center. Christ was on the cross. Falling to the cross, our pilgrim began noting names and ages of the warriors that lay before him. Ranging from 23 years of age to 92, these warrior’s bodies lay somewhere under the earth. Humbled, he thanked them for giving their lives in hopes of saving others…finally looking to Christ for the final “thank you.”

A day had passed and our pilgrim was again met by his guide, leading him to a back trail leading to the unknown. Nature was calling to our friend, as he had the urge to urinate. Knowing that their were people on a retreat, nearby, he hesitated relieving himself at that spot. He was about to be taught a lesson of humility.

Looking over a ravine, that led to river, he noticed a bed pan in the middle of the cliff. It was as if God himself said, “my child, are you not a part of these woods? Do you not follow the same rules as my beloved children?” Through laughter, our pilgrim learned that he needed to trust the voices spoken to him. The voice appeared in the wind, “I Am The Way.”

From laughter to tears our pilgrim fell, knowing that he was now hearing the voice of his Heavenly Father.

On cue, the deer approached him with a soft approach and once again invited him, “Follow Me.”

Walking for half a day , our pilgrim came to a crossroads and no idea which way to go. Understanding he must wait patiently as the path is revealed. Just as he learned of his inner voice, came his intuition. He noticed a beautiful sound of birds singing and immediately knew The Way. He followed the sounds to his surprise…his guide. He sat and pondered this lesson and knew that he had an internal guide with him at all times…only this time he was listening.

Led to yet another challenge, he found himself at a crossroad once more as his guide vanished.

This time overwhelmed by four options to turn down, he decided to sit. Falling asleep after sitting for an hour, he awoke to a dream-state. In his dream the jungle had come alive and was apart of it. Anxious to tell the world of his discoveries, his alarm went off. Looking at his watch it was 10:10am.

Startled by his alarm, he awoke from his sleep and his watch was exactly 10:10am. In disbelief, replaying his dream but for the first time he as awake. What was once in his dream shall become a reality. Without thought he began running down a path which led him to a darkened area of he woods. Not sure if he should enter the darkened path, his guide appeared to him inviting him, “Follow Me.”

The answer was clear to him and his fears immediately dissipated, as he marched into the darkness.

Halfway down the path was a bench…pausing for a rest. Replaying the lesson, he realized there was darkness all around him in the real world but he was no longer afraid. Trusting the lesson he stood tall, knowing his future was brighter than before. As if the wilderness had heard his thoughts, thousands of dragonflies began to swarm around him. Opening a path for him, he found himself running unafraid as the trumpets sounded and the dragonflies applauded him.

It was early evening now as he saw animals running behind the pines. It was his guide running at a pace of  being chased by another. His eyes did not mislead him as he saw more sets of leg…the wolves.

In fear of his guide being hurt, he ran to her rescue only to be stopped with a voice, “Thy Will Be Done.” Knowing that at times he shall know when it is God’s will and he is not to intervene…this was one of those times.  As he stopped, allowing this lesson to unfold, he noted a statue to his right. It was a statue of Archangel Michael pointing to the sky…reminding him”Thy Will Be Done.”

In disbelief he retired for the second night, in hopes that he would once again see his guide. All through the night he lay attentive to the sound of his guide…but only silence.

Arising to a new day, he set out to greet whatever came his way. To his relief, his guide appeared one last time. This time the pilgrim knew it was goodbye.

The deer got to within 10 feet and he silently thought, “be still and let her come to you.” She did. Now within arms reach they locked eyes, both sharing a look of gratitude. Slowly embracing his guide and tears in his eye he uttered, “thank you” …she was gone.

For now the story concludes, but more chapters to follow. While the story sounds fictitious, I assure you it is not. This story is a depiction of many pilgrims who have lost their way. While lost, they are given a choice to follow their instincts and believe that all will return to good. Upon answering the call, these pilgrims choose to call themselves Warriors.

We can follow the path of a pilgrim, lost and scared or we can choose to follow the guiding-light housed in all of us. Are you ready? Will you listen to the voice within? It is your time shine…what are you waiting for?

Stepping into the Canvas once a pilgrim, only to emerge as A Warrior. We can choose to follow the path of old or we can choose a brighter path of the future, painting a brighter tomorrow.

Our emerging Warrior, when greeted by various groups, speaks Truth and fears not of what will come of it. To his surprise, he hears them speak…”you speak so truthfully, you are one of us.” To his dismay he witnesses once more the human trait of claiming someone as their own and labeling them. Smiling he replies, “thank you… I Am That.”

Sword of Truth

When we last heard from our Warrior friend he was just beginning his self-discovery. Still not knowing what is to come he faithfully moves along the path laid before him without any working tools. Wondering what tools necessary, he begins dialogue with his Father above.

Never having dialogue with his Father before, he stumbled on his own words until finally asking for proper tools to be shown. While wandering the path, he discovers a broken handle of what appears to be an ancient sword. When he pulled the broken handle from the dirt it was in fact whole. Our Warrior wiped the sword clear of dirt and “Truth” lay inscribed on the sides of the sword. Looking to the heavens, “Is this a sign for me? Am I to take this?”

As he tightens his grip on the sword, accepting the possibility of being handed the “sword of truth” by the almighty, a beast appears from the dust and threatens attack. Instinctively our Warrior thrusts the sword into the beast killing him instantly and returning him to dust.

Witnessing this event an old hermit appears admiring his sword, “a sword like that is kept concealed for it is sought after by many.” As our Warrior heard the last words of the old hermit, he vanished.

In life we may wander our entire lives until we choose life authentic. For many  blessed to find self-mastery, there are many who will not find this self-discovery or the possibility of being born for greatness. We are all born for greatness and life is here for the taking. Not always knowing where we are going, we look to God above for Guidance.

The answers or directions are not always cut and dry, as our warrior found out. He asked for an answer of whether the “Sword of Truth” was for the taking and instantly a beast appeared forcing him to slay the beast. His answer was not direct but assuredly the sword intended for his hands.

Have you ever noticed the many coincidences in life? Just as our warrior will soon find out, we too will understand there are never coincidences only synchronised events. The Sword of Truth becomes our  impeccable words, speaking truthfully at all times. Our old hermit reminds us, “our gifts are to stay as gifts, sharing them with all Pilgrims In search of truth.” This gift in particular is one of great value and kept safely, as many will attempt to rob us of our gifts but ultimately shared with all.

Stepping into the Canvas with Sword of Truth in hand, speaking only of Love and truth. The softer our warriors words, the mightier the roar. Truth will often times be as sharp as our warriors sword piercing the most ferocious beast, leaving them to die. We mustn’t worry about the words chosen, but always speak the truth…for the truth shall set us free.