Healers heal themselves, they don’t heal others. We can share our work with others though so they can be about taking care of themselves also. Healers are authentic, living examples of how we can step out of our subconscious imprinting from parents, family, and provincial upbringing to create our conscious mind and live a truly free life of our choosing. We also know how to access the information in our unconscious mind through the dream state. The unconscious mind transcends intellect, brings forward intuition and allows it to MANIFEST in physical! The information in the dream state, where there is no thinking, is available to everyone.
The So-Called “Helping Professions”
It’s a misnomer.
“Nothing in the world
is as soft and yielding as water.
Yet for dissolving the hard and inflexible,
nothing can surpass it.
The soft overcomes the hard;
the gentle overcomes the rigid.
Everyone knows this is true,
but few can put it into practice.
Therefore the Master remains
serene in the midst of sorrow.
Evil cannot enter his heart.
Because he has given up helping,
he is people’s greatest help.
True words seem paradoxical.“-Lao Tzu #78
I believe the word “evil” in this context means error. That would be the error of excess emotion. It’s is not helpful when emotion overtakes the rational mind of human beings. It is also a mistake for parents and therapists to allow those we’re teaching to over-indulge in emotion. Some are fine to release it but then you need to stop it.
Pull In
Can you remember the days before Facebook and Twitter? I can.
When Facebook first came out I thought, “Wow, they want us to bear our private lives on this public platform. Why? I wonder if it’s healthy? And who would pay attention? This is weird. Well, ok!”
It was a psychological ploy to pull information out of us, sell us more shit, and give up our private information to improve marketing. We know that now. It’s amazing to look back on that event of transition. The overriding thought I had was not very many people would have the courage to be honest and write what they really thought and that was correct. Instead, Facebook is spin and posturing. Twitter became more honest and snarky. I personally prefer Twitter most of the time as an adult, but Facebook is far warmer and more personal. It depends on what mood I’m in as to which one I prefer.
What I know now is that I feel like pulling inward and staying local given how unstable everyone has gotten. I don’t think social media is helping there.
The Womb
I’ve known you but a thousand years my love
Your face so rare and calm…
I’ve known you deep inside the walls that push against my scorn.
Trenchant waters, tar-like mattes of ribbon sheer and broad,
Stripes form bridges…
Moats to cross…
Transfixed, I hear you call.
I know that voice so clear and deep, it beckons me to come,
“Reside with me my love.” “All right.”
The waters surge at dawn.
The Night is bright with moonlit sky
I wish it’d go away, to corners webbed and clockwork loose
To trip dimensions throng.
Plunge me into silence still embraced by tepid wrong.
Wrong and right eclipse my lungs…
Can’t breathe—
No morals throng.
Fear gloats its rabid face…”STOP!” I feign to tell it stunned.
My love lies deep within my heart, unhinged by doom-it runs!
Criss-cross sticks form one long bridge
Across the chasm’s face
Tred lightly dear, sing your way through the ache dismissed as day.
I’ve known you but a thousand years, this too shall pass away.
Eternity is ours my love.
The womb shall have its way.
9/26/09. Kin #66, White 1 Worldbridger (My Tzolkin Analog)
I remember writing this. I was at the end of a marriage and going through the wringer, deeply wanting to find a soulmate or my twin flame. My soul was burning. It was nine years ago and a whole life has happened since. Seems like yesterday.
Tzolkin Daily; Yellow 5 Seed
The radiant seed began all life
Ocean deep commanding strife,
Flowering wet and lovely birth,
Manifold stripe it colonized earth.
Blue 4 Self-Existing Night
In solitary bliss, I feel my birth
From the still womb of blackish blue, no mirth.
Unity but splitting to ground my breath
I realize life is a type of death.
Here is the link to the Tzolkin Themeplex for today: Blue 4 Night
Curtains
I was just visiting my Mom last week for Thanksgiving and was excited to see her new house. She has an extra room where I slept for three days.
I walked in…and the curtains on the windows were exactly the same print as the curtains on the front windows of my Twin Flame’s house in California. As you may recall I visited there two months ago, meeting him for the first time. We just hung out.
I was aghast and told my Mom as she helped me bring my things in. She said, “That’s impossible. I just picked those up at a garage sale at the old place where I used to live.”
“Mom, it’s the same pattern. Oh my gosh.” What is the meaning of that?
When you’ve met your Twin Flame, all kinds of crazy synchronicities happen to stimulate the release of your self-identification with the subconscious mind. As I’ve said on here before, the subconscious is our GPS system given to us by our birth family, imprinted irrevocably on our minds by our mother between in utero to about age six.
Ok, so, this is my Mother’s room! She picked out the curtains. I guess the question is, who picked out the curtains on the front windows of his house? If it was his mother, that is the Universe saying, “Get over the issues your mother had with life on earth which she projected onto you and empower yourself, yourself! Sit in your conscious mind of your choosing!”
The talking to I got from my spiritual guidance team yesterday was, “The two of you have work to do and need to get cracking! Move your vibe to warmth, faith, and love and release fear, the past, and negativity!” I’m stubborn-seriously- and fairly cynical about this planet so they have a hard time with me. Especially with regard to men, I know I really need to get over it. My readers may agree.
That is what meeting your Twin Flame is about. Your male and female selves become ONE and there is no more subconscious conflict. You both are individuated adults, no longer sitting in emotional choices programmed by your mother. It’s not for everyone but if you have been called to the Twin Flame journey there are major revelations about who you are and who you are not.
When I finally realize that my mother’s projections onto me do not define who I am, it’s “curtains” for my subconscious mind and hopefully that of my twin flame as well. Then we can be together without fear or resistance but love instead. A reminder here; Twin Flame relationships are spiritual and don’t necessarily translate into living in partnership or romance. Many times the mirroring is a bit too intense for the physical dimension. We’ll see.
Blue Night
My heart, in the burning heat of the Sun…stops.
I move on to a peaceful placid place where there is no Sun…Where I can bear my foolish, flickering existence without your blinding light.
I must retreat into my Night.
I am nothing in the face of the Sun and you must continue to burn.
I dare not ask anymore for a cool wind to touch me.
How can I ask for the Sun to cease its mission? And why should I? The Earth needs you.
But I am not all, My life here is not all. I am nothing and more…
My light is as the stars.
They can bear me…and hold me. The stars understand me but the Sun and the Stars share the same Sky.
It is One sky…in Union with The Earth.
You, the Sun.
I, the Stars by Night. One lights the Day, the other The Night.
Let’s be friends and share what we know of existence on this Earth.
For there is no time from whence we came. We are eternal, forever glowing and moving in our way.
Our path is towards eternity.
Our destiny is Life.
May 5, 1988, Red 5 Earth
(I was tuned unconsciously to The Tzolkin. I knew nothing of it in 1988. I lived in California then and had been to Israel in April. I wrote this after my divorce from Eddie, my 1st husband)
Today is Yellow 10 Warrior, the Amino Acid Histidine
Stretched
Wanting more, doing with less,
My mind is stretched past the sun into an abysmal, contorted, apperception too fractured and repetitive to mean what it used to mean.
Meaning is obfuscated because every day I’m in this…protoplasm of lust, whose hands and heart beats with loving passion, not appetite.
And where am I to go in this quiescent swamp to be fed, nourished, and watered when my mouth can barely open with lips so cracked from the sun that they are silent with the sound that says nothing.
No one really knows me. Only my fingers stretch on the keys to refract a sliver of my pneuma that is groping to be relevant in a world that just needs to…
Ball up, contract, relax and breathe instead of stretching to be noticed by people who don’t even notice the miracle of their own respiring.
It’s Nice to Have Someone to Come Home To
We hear people say this all the time, I suppose especially during the holidays. However, I was just out of town at my Mom’s for five days and I was thrilled to come home to the sanctuary I’ve created. I live alone, happily, and my business is here. I’m a quiet meditative person that loves to write and read. It fills me up constantly.
I am someone. I have a full life, enjoy my own company and I’m busy as much as I want to be. I did come home to someone; myself. Some people don’t need a mate to be content.
