Openness To A Changing Reality

Whether you are the one percent who thinks he is right or the other ninety-nine percent who thinks the same, either way you are right. Our reality is just that…our reality. In an ever-changing universe however, this rule applies to today only. Today our reality is this, but tomorrow it shall be that. When we think we are right today, the Universe proves us wrong on the next day. Stepping into the Canvas with an openness to a changing reality. As our reality is one way, the universe changes once more…only to redefine our own reality. Be open to change…for it is the only constant reality. Have a Syncrosensational Day!

Sitting Quietly, Awaiting A Mighty Roar

Stepping into the Canvas quietly. Silencing our days, we find a mighty thunder within. When we take the necessary time to quiet our minds, we dissolve the ten-thousand within our minds. When our minds are cleared, we find missing answers in which we have been searching for. In silence we hear a mighty roar. Be in this moment, taking the time to be still…see what happens next!

Step of the Day

Stepping into the Canvas as it was the first and last. Today is a new beginning, a time for sharing everything you Love about Life. The Canvas can be dull or filled with sunshine…the choice is up to you! Whether we share clouds of grey or Rays of Sunshine, this shall be our reality for the day…which to choose?

All We Need Is Love

In a time when Valentine’s Day is celebrated by Lover’s and those wishing to share Love with another, we are reminded of its significant value. Valentines’ Day is a time to celebrate one’s Love often expressed to another. It is also the second largest Hallmark moment, next to Christmas, and is often accompanied with greeting cards, flowers or even more extravagant gifts.

The origin of this festival had an entirely different meaning prior to the 5th century. The earliest recordings state that the February festival was a time of an ancient fertility festival, dedicated to the Roman god of agriculture, Faunus, as well as the Roman founders Romulus and Remus. This festival was eventually banned by the Catholic church in the early 5th century. Pope Gelasasius declared it a day of celebration, honoring patron Saint Vincent. The irony here is that many would still consider honoring a person as a form Idolatry, stemming from Paganism.

Regardless of the detail, it does remain a festival of sharing Love…and there is no greater gift than sharing Love. However, should it be reserved for only one day? Can it be extended throughout the year? Can we adopt a belief system that shares Love and not hate? Can we all hear the sounds of John Lennon, as the Beatles sing…All we need is Love?

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Today, I challenge you to share Love with all your encounters. Love does not have to be physical, but merely a kind thought towards someone. Sharing Love with another can change the whole day. Sharing Love with those closest to us…and furthest away if possible. It is not reserved for any one person or any one day, but it is meant to be shared by all…for all eternity. Love is the answer to all things.

Stepping into the Canvas with Love over-flowing. Sharing our day in Love, we set a tone for a new beginning. A new beginning, filled with Love, Peace and Happiness…not opposition. It is not reserved for some, but All-Inclusive. When we learn to Love freely, we learn the meaning of Agape. Love unconditionally and you shall know true freedom…

Sometimes You Need a Little Push

We all have been there and some still wait. Waiting for the leap forward to what their heart desires most. Spending more time talking about then actually taking action towards their ambitions. The something happens…we are pushed.

In the old days it used to be common practice to push children into the deep end, in hopes of teaching them how to swim. While the majority did, the minority did not. Not only did they not learn to swim, but have recurring nightmares over the experience of being shoved into the water without being able to swim. Sink or Swim!

“Even the mighty Eagle needs a little push”
~Joseph

In some instances this may work, but often it does not. However…there comes a time when we may need that push, forcing us to make a shift from that which we had put off. That time is when we are afraid to take the leap of faith, pursuing our life-long dream.

When Ani Po was still on the Pilgrim’s Path, lost and searching for higher meaning, She remained in fear. Afraid of taking the next step towards happiness. Until one day…a Warrior came along and pushed her off her path. As she stumbled to get up, she found herself on a different path. This path felt calmer, it was quieter, it was more peaceful…it was her path Home. This path eventually became her new reality and became known as the Warrior’s path.

Ani Po would not have found the Warrior’s Path without first being pushed. As her fear consumed her, leaving her numb, clarity was not on her side. With a sudden push forward, She found herself in foreign land. But with each step, it became easier and easier.

We can sit and wait for things to happen, just as Ani Po did. As we wait, that is exactly where we will remain…waiting. We either take the leap of faith or the Universe will provide us with an opportunity to make that leap. The key is to make the change before Universe changes it for us.

Stepping into the Canvas with a giant leap of faith. Whatever the Heart desires…follow it. We have an internal guidance system that is often over-looked. Tap into this guidance system and we will arrive exactly when we are supposed to.

The Canvas Of Life

In a world of technology and distractions, we forget to step into the canvas of life. Laid before us to enjoy, often forgotten, we fail to embrace all that the canvas has to offer. Painted by source, enjoyed by few, free for all to enjoy. Unplug the PC, turn the phone off, and dare to not answer an email.

While technology can be a great asset it is often a great distraction, pulling us away from what really matters…being in the now. To be in the now does not necessarily mean to be in the know and often creates an image of disconnect. Not disconnected from source, but from distractions: news, everyday monotony, and often more sadness. It is time to re-acclimate ourselves with nature and enjoy all the canvas has to offer. Take a walk, ride a bike, do nothing. When was the last time you did nothing?

I had a wonderful discussion with a friend today, as we reminisced about the days of youth. We didn’t have cable, didn’t have cell phones, didn’t have email or PC’s to occupy our time. No…none of that! We just went outside and played. Ahhh…the good ole’ days!

When I stand before God at the end of my life,

I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left,

and could say, “I used everything you gave me.”  ~Erma Bombeck

Stepping into the Canvas unplugging from the rest, enjoying life as it were meant to be. In a world of distractions it is even more important to just be our authentic selves and do what we want to do. Living life to the fullest did not earn itself by riding the desk or surfing the net. Dare to take in the nature around you, feeling the breath of life travel in and out of your being…

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.”