Mental is Physical

Yesterday I restrained my ankle walking through Philly’s Chinatown in search of meat on a stick. Over a month ago, I went over it, falling in a shallow hole in the meadow across from our home. I thought it was healed and haven’t gone to PT as I should. That re-injury yesterday was the reminder from my 25 year old self that I still haven’t fully addressed her wound. And so today up before the dawn, I pray. I have been experiencing obsessive thoughts and that is my pointer. Who is doing all this thinking? and what needs processing. I know how to build the door to heaven. I’ve built thousands of them.

I call it breaking through the firmament. It’s a veil between upper and lower realities. the lower densities contain shame, memory, pain, trauma, grief, fear and so much more. The upper chakras hold the lightness of being and if we yoke ourselves to God’s ways we will find healing. God is merciful and so I am merciful. God is filled with creative solutions and so my soul finds them as well. We have never been separate and I bring this to her– the missing me. She was lost in a sea of worry and anger. Rage really. She wrote a bunch of fuck you letters this morning as part of her process. To all the wedding guests, the bridal party, family. No one recognized her disguise as one placed on her by God– no , she was ignored. Her pain, the abuse, all of it. Ignored. Maybe that is the way of the world after all. Maybe that is the path of liberation. Not human compassion but human ignorance that dives us into the arms of the Divine. Our heavenly Papa. Where our true power lies.

So if that ‘s you today. Know I understand. It’s a very painful journey of transfiguring the creature. Pope John Paul wrote in “Light of the East’ that the transfiguration of the creature would inaugurate in the coming of the kingdom of God. And so here we are doing the inaugurating. Some days that’s a party and a feast and some days it’s crying into our coffee mug and writing fuck you letters.

But it’s not like before.

No, it’s nothing like that. Those years of having to pretend and act nice and be a pretty bride on the outside while the inside rots….

Madman or Magician

I’m listening to a podcast with Elise Loehnen (Fissmer) Pulling the Thread. SHe’s interviewing author and psychotherapist Karl Deisseroth Md, PhD. As they discuss what in the DSM responds well to meds and what rooted in childhood trauma does not, I had the insight– the download so to speak– only that which originated as a mismatch to the new life in relationship can be repaired in relationship– the same relationship– parent to child. Not in the natural but as an adult in the spiritual realm. The OT ends with the reconciliation of parent and child– powerful huh.

Well, we are part of God’s internal family system. We are a cell in the body of God so to speak. The micro to the macro. We look like our Abwoon (parents). Our natural life is aligned with the Great Mother and we operate like nature– letting go, growing, planting seeds of compassion. Letting go, expanding consciousness, growing a seed of mercy….did I say Letting go?

We have the innate need to connect with, rely upon, be supported by, guided etc. by the invisible Source of our Being. If we neglect this deep Soul Truth– we suffer. But we don’t recognize suffering if we look to the world. No, we look like the world when we are striving, grasping, complaining, worrying, gossiping etc. Abba does not judge this. This is part of being human and growing and maturing

Abba is the perfect harmony of meeting us in our messes and helping us up out of the pigslop and finding our way into better quarters. We MUST awaken to growing worthiness, growing in thriving and leave behind our old self. As a new creation we are constantly making stuff– encouraging others, building others up, connecting heart to heart. Then RESTING. deep soul rest which restores the brain.

But Trauma– light in need of mending. Light that’s chaotic, distorted in the nervous system, in the fascia is the suffering self . We despise her, she’s a stranger. Annoying. Demanding, too much– too horny, hungry and greedy. But you see– Abba knows she’s trying so hard to FEEL alive!! She’s doing everything in order to know she exists and can experience pleasure and yes pain. Contrast is needed. We often hear it called the life and death of Christ in us.

We need light and dark. Matter and energy. Spirit and dust. masculine and feminine. They dance– not compete. But when I was in my trauma brain I had an inner enemy…I was always hating on my self, my body, my behavior (or lack there of), but too much ‘me’ was the problem I needed to have children, be of service, get outside of myself and understand the law of karma. I needed to keep caring about others and bumping off them to see myself better, more clearly and see the ways I was NOT the woman I thought I’d be…I was on a collision course to divorce if I didn’t get my act together. And yes, I often created outer enemies too– projections.

ultimately, with nervous system regulation we are within ONE voice. and that voice is rooted in Love. Nervous system regulation is not ease, it’s not peace, it’s not anything but connection to Self. We remain. We do not abandon ourselves, or berate or shame for having human needs and desires.

Whether it is your own mind’s voice or when you hear from the shepherd, it is love. Your parts are organized and your intuition is organized and your Light is organized into a grand symphony playing– magical. Not madman. No fear of being crazy. It is a world who does not communicate with their Abba that is crazy. Every Child of God has access to their spiritual parent– unified. You are back in the arms of a sweet safe One.

John 3:5. It’s a brain wave pattern restoring that frequency from first year of life.

Dharma + Karma in Harmony

We are in our own way! I was at the neurologist over 11 years ago complaining of memory issues, brain fog, mood swings and guess what he told me–

You are a bored housewife. I was so very angry at that rude man! Didn’t he know that I had 3 part time jobs?

He brought the sword of truth to a place that needed the pain of Christ to divide up my small ways of thinking patterned in a hostile past. I was repeating my trauma conditioning without being conscious. I get frustrated with myself. And I get frustrated with others but our heavenly Abba is simply never frustrated with us. He will keep dropping hints until we are ready to make the change because we need new energy, new inspiration and purpose to drive the action.

The only way to new neural pathways and a new good life free of self-imposed suffering was daily bravery. Stretching who I thought I was and what I was capable of.

Here I am all these years later and nothing has changed at 58!

I am a lifelong learner evolving and finding ever deepening faith and meaning.

We must all balance the forces of foundational dharma (stability, structure, fundamentals) with the forces of karma (mobility, chaos, change, growth).

Yoga is one powerful daily ritual which brings structure to the inner chaos of the subconscious mind, merging consciousness and unconscious (hidden cosmic) power so that we can be of service in big and small ways.

Jesus brings the sword and we must trust when we hear the words which are meant to challenge and anger the tiny, fragile ego– there’s more of you to BE. Inhale the Ruach of the Living One deep into your belly. Fill your whole body with the breath of new life and exhale deeply, sighing out a loud trumpet sound of stress. Again and again until you are more sure of your abiding in God’s body and heart.

Receive Divine Love and go!!

Yoga Nourishes Your Spirit

Yoga has been a body prayer for me because it’s 30-90 minutes dedicated to time with the Lord. Initially people may think it is physical because the practice meets you right where you are but eventually it opens your heart to the reality that its worship of mind body and spirit. Your inner Trinity aligns and you dissolve the ordinary worries of the day as you enter a higher consciousness.

The mission of yoga according to the Sutras is the exact same mission as becoming a follower of Christ–

A yogi’s goal is to ascend to the cosmic spirit from which the soul has descended.

A Jesus follower’s goal is to ascend to the christ spirit from which the soul has descended. ‘We believe in ONE GOD”

See how East meets West in such a powerful realization of who we are at our deepest essence?

Knowing the Holy Spirit is an actual embodied endeavor– not intellectual (some of the time, sure) but it’s got to include your WHOLE self! This is how healing ensues.

Holy Spirit gives us revelation of the Father and is your personal tutor. Life and life abundant comes from the awakening energy of the body and spirit both and how they dance.

I have not been afraid to be wrong. I’ve been afraid to minimize the power of Christ in us. This power will transform your entire life trajectory when you begin to have faith in the unseen.

Prison: Home Away from Home

You might be surprised to hear that I met my “soul” in a federal prison.  I started teaching meditation at a nearby facility Februrary 2014 and I kept choosing to spend more and more time behind the walls.  Why? you ask..well, I am coming to realize that  I am my most authentic self there.  I pray to be of service as I enter and so I act with clarity of intention.  I have no one to impress. There are no ulterior motives. I am not hiding behind a persona. I have no history with these people.  I may never see them again after this class is completed and therefore there are no expectations of a future relationship.

I am serving without hopes of anything in return. And yet, I receive everything.

We practice in the present. We sit in stillness; allowing our center to draw forth and shine. It is simple and raw and  unaffected.

It is there amongst the concrete and metal bars, I experience  incomparable beauty in a place deemed by much of the world  as ugly and forgotten.  To me, it is the place I feel the most at  home away from home.

The ugly little creature

Last night I had a dream that I was observing the violence of children getting onto a school bus toward the lowliest among them. It was horrifying.

I believe the older children were a mix of special needs and …not. There was one ‘child’ the size of a one year old but unable to walk and the demeanor of being a few years older. The look on the child’s face was that of a creature. This being was not fully human but part ‘divine’…hear me out.

I didn’t expect to write that part. But as I was allowing my fingers to tap tap tap, out it popped.

Some part of me has always known this– the necessity of our consciousness descending into the creature which actually is the moment that fully human is formed as an aspect of Soul. The witness of the violence is the halting of the cycle of bullying onto the least of these.It’s how we are wired– survival.

Do something with your rage.

Spew it onto the innocent customer service clerk (guilty)

Be despicable

That’s acceptable. Argue. Get out of the car and into the face of the other driver (yeah I just did it, I would know)

Now, be the odd one who speaks about the coming of the Lord

Speak about prayer, intercession

Faith

Intuitive messages from Holy Spirit, prophetic words and dreams and they’ll have your mouth sealed shut

What is up and what is down?? How shall I be in this strange universe– a believer in miracles, and not just at Christmas but every day of the year. A woman who casts her light energy into the corners of every room she enters because it’s ours to brighten up dark spaces. Freely given– play with it. Use your imagination. Be curious.Take risks.

Or play small- don’t speak of frequency, vibration and energy. The things of the unseen realms within and beyond the physical. What’s more real? When someone doesn’t text me back and then speaks of me as if I am a problem (crying here) repeating a pattern from that first year of life. Anita the accident. Not wanted, rejected, abandoned.

Or shall I claim my place at the table, in the room, Use my voice

I may be walking on my knees- humbled by the Life of the One growing in me, but I shall speak of Emmanuel. Redeemer of my bullying ways, The ways I dont know how to be relational yet. Filled with didacticism only– tools tossed about as if it were painless to practice. Easy to be disciplined in new, strange body prayers. Momentarily forgetting the anguish of rebirth.

Follow the recipe. 3 Easy steps to wholeness.to your new life

Yeah, no. That’s totally not it

Who will be asked to serve? the ones who can see they have little to offer the King

But you might have a drum you can tap
I have a chant I can repeat

Whatever else gets accomplished is because I was loved in my lowliness

Where I would prefer to not look

For only the eyes of Christ’s witness, turn my beastly creature into a thing of beauty