The pause that refreshes

Tomorrow, I head for Toronto for a matinee, dinner with wonderful friends, a stay in a 5-star hotel…. and the pause that will allow me to leave my existing thoughts behind.  

It’s not that they’re not good thoughts or useful thoughts or even greatly beneficial thoughts, it’s that they are thoughts of a kind that have shaped my world and yet have, in some way, forgotten some part of me.  In my way of moving through my world, clarity comes from the body and the body leads.  For some reason and in some way, I need to just stop…. and let go. 

Lives changing all around me.  Conversations with those who have held their lives as hopeless, now finding a new place to stand.  Experiences held as impossible transformed in two hours or less.  At times, I stand on the sidelines and watch at the magic of it all and think to myself:  ”That’s not right! “ 

It’s not right that women should have to live with hopelessness and despair for two and a half decades when it can be resolved in two and a half hours.  

It’s not right that women should carry forward from childhood the legacy of parenting gone bad when their lives can be redefined in a matter of days.  After all, parenting is indeed, the gift that keeps on giving. 

It’s not right that the fear of letting go should be as great as the fear of holding on…. leaving only the nano-space along the edge of the sword on which to try to live a full and meaningful life.  Only in the exhalation will that space expand that we might find safety in standing in the truth of who we might become. 

In the last few days, one of the amazing women in my life has been greatly challenged by what has unfolded on the home front.  Far more than courage (and it takes lots of that!), it takes an unshakeable trust in your inner truth to stand alone in the face of the storm that brews on the horizon of parenting challenged.  In those moments, we can allow the events to define us; or we can discover how these same events are the invitation for us to grow into the full expression of our own ‘imagine!’.  In that single moment, we discover what we’re made of! 

And so, I am ready for the pause.  I am ready to allow myself to be carried by the moment of doing nothing… and just being.  I can hear it now:  the sound of my silence, the sound of my not having a single and beneficial thought, and the sound of the relentless pursuit of my own solitude.  

In the pause… in the space between the breaths… is where I’ll find myself. 

Breathing is good…

Living at mach speed

Almost three weeks since my last visit here.  I look at my calendar and count the days and am amazed that it feels like just yesterday….  How does that happen!?!?!?!? 

I’ve been working on creating the new series of Guided Reflections : 5 different topics of 2-CD’s, each.  I must say, there are moments when I get pretty zoned out… allowing myself to follow my own ‘advice’ and breathe… nice and deep… and allow myself to surrender to the truth of my own body… and then – ZAP!… I come to and remember that I’m creating these and not just enjoying them in la-la-land!   I then move easily back to the drawing board of my own inner landscapes…. 

Two days ago, I sat with my weird-and-wonderful mother, Lorna… still a delight in her 84th year… and recorded a conversation with her about how she has moved through her life with my Dad’s dementia.  Although he was diagnosed about 8 years ago and has been in a veterans’ residence for the last 7 years, both my parents knew almost 25 years ago that it had entered their lives and was nibbling away at the edges of my Dad’s mind.  It’s been a long journey and one that continues to have an impact on her life. 

Lorna and I settled into her sunroom and I pushed the ’start’ button.  An hour and 45 minutes later, we were still in conversation.  I could see fatigue beginning to set in, as we had covered many areas that brought tears and memories of better times gone by, as well as lots and lots of laughter!  That’s one thing that is always present with my mother:  she loves a good belly laugh!  

Today, Paul put the finishing touches to a 70-minute conversation that captures the essence of who my mother is.  My desire was to honor her for all that she has been and is in my life; and to offer her tangible evidence of her own genius.  Instinctively, she has moved through the challenges that come with a family member with dementia, with grace, compassion and humour.  She has cavred out her own path and, as our conversation reveals, it is one with a powerful message:  as important as taking care of my Dad has been, ensuring her own life has been at least as vital!  At 84, she’s still seeking to become more! 

This conversation led to another… one about a more extensive recording during the summer months that will become a legacy for her children and grandchildren.  My mother has always been The Storyteller of our ‘tribe’. I have no idea how, but this women can remember what I was wearing at my first date with my first great love!  Who knew?  And every detail is as meaningful and important and relevant for her today, as it was the day it happened.  

My mother knows things… stories about people and times gone by; introspective ‘takes’ on who someone was and who they’ve become; insights into the things that seemed to matter and the ones that really did.  Over her lifetime, she has seen her world transform in ways that those my age cannot fathom… from no television to the space shuttle!  These are not incremental changes – nor are their impact on the meaning of life. 

So, all that to say, Lorna is pretty happy with her new CD:  Dementia/Alzheimer’s: Living Differently.  

At 84, she is now a published recording artist.  Yet another milestone to add to her chapter in the Sekhmet Rising book which she wrote at 81.  I wonder what’s next??? 

Thursday, I step into the 3-day CODE Model Coach™ Certification intensive with a small group of powerhouse women!  We often joke about how people get nervous as they approach their program event with me, wondering just what we’ll go through this time.  For this little band of merry-makers, I’m the one that’s nervous!  These women are STARVED for more of what they’ve already found :  The Great Adventure of their lives!  Particularly for those coming out of the “Power, Passion and Purpose’ 4-day retreat, they are moving in ways and at a pace that will be just so thrilling for me to engage with them!  I can hardly wait for it all to start!

We’re also just putting the finishing touches to Lisa Weiss’s first CD with me – and I know it won’t be the last.  Wow!  That’s all I can say.   When it comes out, you don’t want to miss it. (Thanks, Lisa… it was GREAT fun to make that one happen!) 

So, time to get back into my own thoughts and get to work on the 4th in the series of 5.  Two are now complete; the 3rd is almost finished; and this next one is on ‘Energy, Chakras and Manifestation’.  I do so love the weird stuff…  

I feel so much better for having spent some time here.  I can feel so many people ‘out there’… following all the postings on the WGGG site as well as staying connected with life unfolding through the blogs of so many powerful, compelling and decloaked women.  My life is such a joy! 

Breathing is good….

I had a dream…

…. or was it a vision? Some might say its a ‘phase shift’ or drifting between worlds. Whatever it was, it came with an insight.

 I was awake and yet knew myself to be dreaming. The dream unfolded in great detail in the time it took for me to draw a breath.

 The world was in chaos. Massive change – unlike anything we had ever known or could likely imagine – was unfolding all around me. With each passing moment, we moved closer to the annihilation of this world as a gateway to the next. Like turning the page of a book, knowing that the next page would not be seen until it folded over and completely covered up the one that came before. Perhaps this has been our journey, all along.

 I knew I could fly. Gigantic wings had taken shape on my back. Frantically, I went from one agonizing person to the next, pleading for them to pay attention… to notice… that they were no longer the same; and that they could rise up from where they stood and remove themselves from the chaos.

 Most refused to look, not daring to risk that it might be so.   They spoke of the destiny of their dying. They spoke of punishment and retribution; of getting what they deserved. They spoke of hopelessness and futility; of the essential end that was unfolding where we stood. They refused to look and so their inability to see became their reality.

Others moved from their belly to their knees… sensing the weight on their back… feeling the movement of something pressing against them. Still, they would not look. They spoke of fatigue and despair; of their time having come and of their lost interest in having any life course through their exhausted body.

 Still others stood and felt and knew… yet they stood still. They spoke of their fear…. fear of trusting… fear of failing… and the fear of being alone. What if they fell? What if they went the wrong way? How could they leave others behind? How could they live when so many around them were dying… when so many were choosing to die?

 It passed quickly. I felt my body begin to lift out of the chaos… begin to move into where the light was bright and the air was clean and full of the sweet smell of life expanding. And although it was different, it was still my world – only bigger, brighter and more compelling. Each breath felt like the exact one that I was to take. And each breath led easily and effortlessly to the next.

 I looked around and saw my new world was filled with others…. so many others who had chosen to see and to trust and to engage. Some stood alone, having left others behind, trusting in the perfect moment of having done so, and yet saw around them so many others who had made the same choice. In that alone-ness, we were together.

 In this world, there is no untruth. In this world, there is the moment and all the life that is bursting from it! In this world, it unfolds as a reflection of our unfolding Self.

 In many ways, that is my life. I can share. I can invite. And I know that I cannot cajole, connive, convince or choose for other than myself.

 I am letting go. I am choosing to notice my wings, to unfold them and to fly. In the moment of that choosing, no matter how ‘alone’ I may think myself to be, I know that I am surrounded and in the very best of company.

Not knowing IS the way

There are moments (like this one) when I realize that I have not chosen an easy path. Even as I write those words, I know I have not chosen (as if it could have been anything else!) but have simply unfolded in the direction that has now become my life.

Something inside presses me to make sense of this for the benefit of others and yet, I decline to follow that thought and trust my body. It needs no further explanation.

It is not a simple task to redefine our state of being. So ingrained – and mindless! – have we become about what we are, the mere thought that we are otherwise is impossible to entertain. Our brains… our minds… our nervous systems spark for a nano-second with the potential and then quickly snuff out any impulse that is counter to what eons of ‘spin’ have left us living: we are not god.

Yet, I know differently. I know that I, like you and every other, is the I AM that we seek. I have not a single doubt, every cell in my body in full and complete alignment with that inner truth. And in so many ways, I stand alone.

For decades, I have sought to find the ‘right’ combination of words; the ‘right’ metaphor; the ‘right’ phrase/story/utterance that could be relied on to ‘pop’ us out of this intergenerational, collective, mind-numbing coma of habituation that we are living. The only thing I can think of that we hate more than being different is someone else who is different. The pressure to conform and homogenize is palpable!

I have lost track of all the books I’ve read, the courses I’ve taken, the things I’ve listened to. I can’t even begin to estimate the thousands of hours of my life that have unfolded in conversations about who and what we are; about ‘self’ and its expression; about connection to the seen and the unseen. My journey began 40 years ago with the last 18 years of my life committed, full time and without interruption, to the exploration and discovery of consciousness, self and the meaning of life. When I read those words, I wonder: how much more?

Perhaps what has brought the greatest degree of frustration, sadness, grief and sometimes hopelessness and despair is to watch many brilliant minds lay out amazing and compelling evidence of a much larger self to be discovered and lived, only to also watch the conclusion become: well, that was fun – now let’s get back to being ourselves! In the blink of an eye, the new and powerful slides off the concrete veneer of our desperate commitment to needing to ‘know’ what we are.

We tinker at the edges of improving our humanity when nothing less than completely redefining our humanity will make a dent in a world in rapid decline. We appease ourselves by what we believe to be the the good effort at incremental change when what we really need is the not-so-good upheaval attached to letting go of all that we have held holy, in our search for the sacred. They are not connected.

The upheaval I refer to is of a kind that might well rear its head were we to be visited by alien visitors and discover that they were the ‘source’ of our creation; that we are indeed a ‘seeded’ population whose origins are in the experimental intentions of another expression of life – and one far more advanced and powerful than our own. Would these then become our latest god? Our creators, our rescuers, our punishers? What would happen to our notions of the existence of god… any god!… to which we have devoted our lives? Who then, would we pray to… seek salvation from… and ask for forgiveness?

That is the type of shift I am mindful of. No tinkering at the edges! When we know what we now know from quantum biology, how can we – even for a nano-second – NOT KNOW that we are the Signal (the source, the creators) streaming through the device of the physical body?

Yes, the body is intelligent as each cell is intelligent; and yes, the body is organic and alive as each cell is organic and alive – and I am NOT my body. I AM is not of the physical but of the energetic; and is always in flow whether through body here or elsewhere. Relative to a physical world, we are indeed immortal. Relative to a far more vast and intelligent universe, we simple are.

So, in this moment, I take another breath and allow myself to let go of all that is not there; of all that is not seen and heard and claimed. In this next breath, I let go of my sometimes great need or desire to be the godforce seeking to engage with other godforces and simply own that the I AM that I am is no longer alone. In this next breath, I turn and walk in the direction of all those other godforces willing to play and trust the innate intelligence of so many who are not.

How do I make sense of that which has no truth in logic?  How do I find words for the unspeakable?  How do I point to that which does not exist in form?  Perhaps none of these matters more than my willingness to just continue to engage!  

There will always be another breath… and then another… and another…

Pandemic

It’s been lingering in the background for some time.  In the last few days, its vibration has amped up significantly as Mexico and other countries ‘brace for impact’ of what many have long intended and been waiting for.  

It would be easy to tell a long story about this; to spend time and typing and ‘pages’ in proffering a perspective that would encompass the allopathic medical model, the great adventure of pharmaceuticals, the drama of description and prescription… and as tempting as that might be for one who loves to write and delights in the music of words, I am clear that it is not necessary.  

I learned long ago that without hospitable ground; without an internal state that is conducive to the extended stay of a guest, dis-ease cannot take hold in the body.  The body is the last frontier for the delivery of the message and when we are paying attention to the messages along the way, the need to express directly through tissue is not required. 

Fear creates hospitable ground.  Rage, resentment, vengeance, hatred… all these create hospitable ground.  Secrets kept.  Lies told.  Betrayals perpetrated or avenged.  Grief long held and long silenced.  Distrust – of self and other.  

I have but one Rx to suggest in the anticipation of what is to come:  to engage in open, clear, honest and direct expression – with self and other.  Beyond that, anything else is irrelevant.

Breathing is good….

Bubbling up from the turmoil

Wow… has it been that long?

As much as I could tell the story of it all, the story now seems completely irrelevant. What feels so much more potent is the place where I continue to stand, not always easy or comfortable and yet knowing that it is exactly where I need to be.

So many thoughts continue to come into my awareness, some with great ease – bubbling up to the surface and then ‘popping’ and disappearing – and for others, not so much! This place is in some way familiar as a process, having been here before in January of 2006. Once again, I am at a threshold of some kind.

The six days of Manifesting a Meaningful Life were life-altering for me, too. I never cease to be amazed by the rapid growth and expansion of the women who engage and yet, this time, there was something different. Bigger. Faster. More expansive! More provocative… compelling… a sense of urgency as its underpinning. Even today, I am without answers and yet know that entertaining the questions is the key.

I continue to let go of things, trusting that it is time. Space opens up and other things flow into that space – not like a command performance but much more as an invitation for me to grow beyond myself. In some moments, I am unsure and consider returning to what has been tried, tested and trusted; to what I know has been profoundly life-altering for so many, evidenced by lives transformed, bodies healed and lives redesigned. And yet, I know that there is always more!

2009 is the year of being bold… of defining from strong colors and sharp edges. It is the time of Intention 2009… of Evolution by Intention and Emerging Futures. It is the year of allowing what was to fall easily and softly from my open hand that I might reach out for the ‘more’ that I know not only awaits but is essential to be discovered!

It is the year of allowing all to be open, clear, honest and direct; to be simple and uncomplicated by the silly dances that I am far too often seduced into, with the unexplored promise of appropriateness, acceptability and approval. It is the year of turning inward and tuning into the unquestionable inner truth that is so effortlessly shared with others in the simple act of living authentically. When I consider how I most frequently and repeatedly keep myself small, its roots are found in my great desire and effort to be inclusive… to speak and write and engage with others in ways that will be invitational to more rather than fewer. And yet, where I stand today, I am mindful of that as one more thing I must let go of.

More and more, I am noticing the increasing frequency with which invitations are presenting for me to draw the line in the sand of my own way of being. If I can move effortlessly and side-step one invitation to hone my sharper edge, the next one presents… only larger and more demanding. If I find the ‘right’ words or the ‘right’ way to move through yet another patch of murky water, murkier water still is found in the next wave! Perhaps it is my destiny to live, now, more from the head of the Lioness than the body of the woman. Do these times demand a greater fierceness or, at least, a willingness for it to be so?

In my 20+ years of working with others, I have had the great honor and privilege of meeting some amazing women! Smart, funny, bold, courageous, deeply caring, passionate, creative, compassionate… and on and on the list can go. What I am now coming to understand is that so many of these same women came haltingly and hesitatingly to the edge of their own potential, sometimes fearful and unsure… sometimes feeling deep shame at their own unquenchable desire to be more than they had been taught they could be… yet unwilling to stay curled tightly into the ball of their own unexpressed sound of life. Somehow, we found each other… some by accident and others by design… and still, our paths crossed and lives changed. For all of this I am deeply grateful and…

… I also know that it’s not enough! It’s not big enough… fast enough… sufficiently far-reaching to massively transform the world we are choosing to co-create. As much as I would like to be able to live large AND not be offensive to any, I’m coming to understand that is not likely. As much as I welcome any and all who are seeking, I am coming to discover that not everyone will find what they’re looking for – and that does not mean that I cannot. For many women, the greatest challenge is: dare I have when so many others have not? Dare I proceed when so many are paralyzed with fear? Dare I engage when so many stand and watch… waiting… for permission to live? For me, the answer to all of that is the same. The answer is a resounding YES!

And so, as I slowly churn in the whirlpool of my own ongoing discovery, small bubbles emerge… bubbles of insight… small burps of determination… small gurgles of great joy and fearless play! Do I have the plan and the great clarity of execution that goes with it? Not on your life! But here’s what I do have: the willingness and ability to RIG myself and others without surrendering the magic of my own potential; the great desire to engage from every cell of my being; and the absolute commitment and determination to be fully present to the truth of my own experience… from one breath to the next. THESE are the women I am looking for. THESE are the women who know the truth of that vibration in their own being. THESE are the women who seek to live fully because they know that anything less means death in body, mind and spirit.

In this playground, I am seeking playmates.

Breathing is good….

Speechless

Rare is the occasion when I cannot find the right words to express what moves inside me.  I’ve spent 40 years of my life – as a way of life! – on this journey of personal discovery and evolution.  I’m not quite sure when the turn in the road took me beyond seeking with my head to allowing myself to be found through the body; from seeking to solve a problem to simply enjoying… no, exhilarating in… the experience for its own sake.  Now, my journey is my life and my life is my journey.  Does it get any less complicated than that? 

I’ve just moved through the most compelling 6 days of my life!  With great courage, trust and an immense sense of play, Manifesting a Meaningful Life launched like the space shuttle, on Day 1, and then moved forward from there!  This was far more than a shift in the existing conversation – it was a much larger, more powerful conversation that although sourced from the last ones was fueled by something very different. 

As I moved through this one, I was mindful that I was not merely a tour guide but part of the tour… part of the process of exploring, awakening to and engaging what moved inside me as the women around me rose to the occasion of redesigning the meaning of ‘life’, each for herself.  I was in the best of company as we all let go and allowed ourselves to be found, through the mechanism of the body; being guided to discoveries that were greater than any words we could find for it.  Every day, several times a day, ‘more’ would surface and things would fall into place.  In those waves of massive insight, the world changed and so did we. 

As each day passed, I experienced the interesting phenomenon of time slowing and speeding up at the same time.  There were moments when it felt like I had been there for eons and yet, by the end of the day, felt it had flown by!  Things stopped and we stood motionless while the world moved around us; and in the next breath, having travelled at the speed of sound… or light… it had all become a blur of the past.  

The entire process could easily have slipped into a never-ending series of philosophical moments rich with gratification for the intellect  and yet, that never happened.  Every day began with surrender… to the moment, to the body and to the waves moving through it… and ended with more and different waves of expansion and discovery.  From time to time we would wonder:  does it ever stop???  We concluded that it would no more stop than breathing.  It is the very process that keeps us vital, vibrant, awake and alive! 

Today, I stand in a different place.  After two days of rest and letting go, I am ready to once again engage from one breath to the next, trusting that there is nothing for me to figure out; and knowing that my greatest potential lies in allowing myself to be found.  in that, there is nothing to fear.  I AM, after all, the One in my own life – and this is about my life.  

In 6 short days, lives changed, worlds expanded, potential awakened and meaning came to life in the simple act of living authentically, in that which presented in one breath to the next.  No master plan.  No sense of ‘knowing’ and a great sense of ‘being’ the discovery.  I know there is so much more that continues to unfold and in this moment, words escape me.  Perhaps there will be more in a day or two…

Whose fault is it, anyway?

Sometimes, I miss having someone else to blame for the state of my body… of my life.

I lament the ‘good ole days’ of believing – heart and soul – that the world ‘out there’ was doing things to me… that other people were doing things to me… and that I was a righteous and legitimate victim of my circumstances.

There are moments when I long for it to be up to someone else to stop doing something so that I can start to do something; or for someone else to start doing something so that I can stop! There was great satisfaction in knowing that if my life wasn’t working it was because someone else hadn’t gotten it ‘right’, yet!

Today, when I am lucid and present and awake and connected, I know better. I know I create my world and everything in it. I know that I call up into expression all that I require to discover and connect to more of the godforce that I am in a physical world. I know that every single person, event or experience presents as some aspect of my own consciousness as an invitation for me to notice something about myself… and let go.

Let go of my story. Let go of what I hold to be fair/unfair, just/unjust, right/wrong. Let go of being at the mercy of, a victim to and being helpless to change it myself. Let go of my righteous rage; my justifiable absence from the design of my own life; and from my unwillingness to act/live/be without permission and without invitation from someone/something outside myself.

My life is mine to live… to create.. and to innovate. It is mine to design, rife with twists and turns, soft curves and sharp corners, with spaces small enough to suffocate me and vast enough for me to lose myself in! And through it all, nonetheless, mine.

Today has been an extremely busy, busy day. From the time I got up until this moment, my day has been filled with a wide variety of conversations and connections. If I were still who I once was, I would be wondering: what’s good/bad, right/wrong about or with all those people??? But I am not who I once was – I AM the One … the only one… who can make a difference in my life. In that, I take a breath.. and I pause.. and I wonder: what aspect of my own consciousness is each of these people? I stand in a deep and unshakeable awareness of the godforce that I am and I ask: how does the godforce that I AM choose to live today?

In that, I take my next breath… I invite and allow… and I move forward into what is indeed, a life of my own design.  Life is good!

If WEL-Systems® is a gateway to a new paradigm, what’s the old one?

In all my years of working with others to help them understand and access the paradigm that a WEL-Systems journey makes possible, it has never occurred to me to first speak to and identify the existing paradigm in which we live.  I have always assumed that it was obvious.  These days, I’m thinking, not so much….  

Trying to answer that question is like asking the fish: “How’s the water?” The likely answer from the fish will be : ‘What water?” How could it be otherwise when all it knows is what it knows.

The fish only knows ‘what is’ (what we call ‘water’ but what the fish would know as ‘reality’) as its absolute truth or ‘reality’; and has no concept of ‘not water’.

Whether we notice it or not, our world… the world of our parents, our having been parented; the world of family, school, church, work and community sits in a ‘reality’ that is never questioned. We just live it, never thinking to ask ourselves: What is this ‘reality’ and is it anything I want to be a part of? Who designed this reality? How did I come to be so unhesitatingly bound to and by it?

Our existing reality can be called many other things. It can be called ‘cultural conditioning’ – a way of passing that reality from one generation to the next – through the most powerful forces that shape culture : family systems. It can be called ‘mind control’ or  ‘mind share’, recognizing that what I am taught to believe as real and true is not presented to me as a suggestion or an invitation – it is presented to me as an absolute truth and reality. In that world, what is there to question? All the fish know better than to try to live in ‘not water’!

And yet, in the last 50 years, our reality has been profoundly challenged by the ever-unfolding discoveries of our science. With technology that allows us to see much deeper within ( a metaphor, perhaps, for where we’re choosing to look?); and with ways to seeing linkages and connections that for generations we had no idea even existed, we are coming to discover that there are many ways not only to see more of our world but to completely reconsider and redefine that world, itself.  In that, we must stop and ask:  what meaning does this hold for who and what we are as human beings?  What potential does it make available that we were never before able to even consider let alone access and engage? 

In light of what we’ve discovered, our current ‘reality’ is nothing more than an opinion, compiled from incomplete and often outdated science and passed down from one generation to the next, without question or invitation to challenge and explore. Our existing world… our existing paradigm… is one that is grounded in and molded and shaped by a presumption of accuracy and truth when in fact, it represents no such thing. Our existing world/reality/paradigm, like any other, is held together by our commitment to hold as ‘true’ what we have been told to hold in our awareness. Our reality, as evidenced by current global events, is a by-product of what we choose to call ‘real’ and the subsequent choices that ‘reality’ demands in order to hold it in place. We are rapidly discovering that indeed, the Emperor has no clothes.

A WEL-Systems journey is a gateway to a new paradigm; one that is no more or less a ‘reality’ or ‘truth’. What it represents is an invitation to consider new things; and to consider differently, those things we have already considered. It is an expression of a willingness and an ability to take what we already know as real and true – like the notion of ‘family’, for example – and allow ourselves to consider our experience of ‘family’ through a very different lens. Our resulting outcome is not good/bad, right or wrong.. it simply ‘is’ an invitation to open ourselves to a new intelligence… to the truth of our own experience rather than the imposed ‘truth’ of a powerful collective committed to its own sustainability.

Any existing truth or reality – that of church, school, parenting, money, growth, relationship, disease, addiction, etc – can be taken from the existing paradigm in which we live (which I have chosen to call the Newtonian model of the world) and can be re-examined and re-experienced in a WEL-Systems journey (which is a journey through both the old paradigm and a gateway to a new paradigm) with startling results.

What we soon discover is that the glue that binds in the current paradigm… the ‘existing reality’ that is shared without question by fish the world over… is external referencing. We look outside ourselves, to someone/something else that is more powerful, more ‘right’ and more intelligent than ourselves, in exchange for being given what we want and kept safe. It begins with parents then moves seamlessly to teachers, religious guides, coaches, bosses, etc… all the way allowing our personal truth to be subjugated to the mandatory truth of someone outside ourselves. Unquestionable truth is always the pathway to slavery of the mind.

This new (and in my opinion much more powerful) paradigm – with a WEL-Systems journey as the stepping stones to its gateway – demands that we be internally referenced, trusting the truth of our own experience and allowing our internal cues to guide us. This approach, in our existing reality, is a dangerous and profound threat to its very existence.

Like you can never know the truth of the experience of swimming if you are unwilling to enter the water, so can you never know the truth of a different paradigm if you are unwilling to dive into an exploration of the one you’re in ! You cannot find and experience a new paradigm by staying in the one you’re in; and you cannot choose to move away from it until you know you’re in it! Like the fish, we must come to know water that we might also discover ‘not water’. A WEL-Systems journey offers a tried, tested and profoundly effective pathway to discovering both ‘water’ and ‘not water’; and to allowing you to choose where you live.

When I wrote Fully Alive , it reflected the simple yet powerful journey that I had taken to be able to see that the Emperor had no clothes.  With that discovery, I became willing to discover more!  When I wrote Phoenix Rising , I had discovered much more than new things to see – I had discovered new eyes through which to see.  Today, standing as the Quantum Biological Human™ that I know myself to be, I design my life and live by an inner truth that guides me forward, without hesitation.  

Read!  Take the big risk and allow yourself to discover what you already suspect! Acquire new information and new ways of being.  Without these discoveries, you are destined to ‘try’ to create your new life inside the box of the old one… and will never even notice you’re still in the box.  

Your life is indeed, up to you to design.

The desire to pounce

The 6-day ‘Manifesting a Meaningful Life’ experience is THE conversation that lights me up!  Big!  Bold!  Boundless and formless!  Edgy, provocative, compelling… not because it’s a pathway but because it’s the unsettled, feral essence of our potential being.  It is not that we move through those conversations, it is more that we trek… and climb the rock faces that beckon… and make our way through the underwater caves, in the dark… with nothing but our inner truth to lead the way.  For me, it has become a living expression of The Great Adventure that my life is!  My life is destined to have so many more, of these! 

In my experience of it, density and intensity are essential to accelerating manifestation.  To be able to hold focus without distraction; to be able to coalesce all of the living force that I AM to flow through the energetic framework of the intention held by my body (not my intellect) – by the device that is directly connected to the Signal of Self – is what it takes.

I wrote those words a dozen or so days ago.  Today, as I read them, I am aware of this great tension in my body… as if ready to pounce… and just waiting and watching for ‘it’ to come along to pounce upon!  

That one makes me laugh out loud!  If nothing else, I have come to know that there is no thing that will come along unless I say so – and clearly, I have not  yet spoken.  So, I wait – but not in a soft, let-go kind of way.  It is so much more that state of awakened presence… with an edge. 

These days, it seems like I am all edge!  I can’t seem to find ‘not edge’ anywhere.  I’m not complaining, mind you, just aware that my internal state is more acute, more present, more awake than I have noticed at any other time. I wonder what’s coming down the road…

That word – ‘pounce’ – appeals to me.  Rather than working my way through things, or figuring things out, I’m ready to LEAP and once landed, notice where I am.  Beyond the moment of the pounce, in a breath, I will have arrived.  Leaves me wondering:  maybe I’m designed for pouncing and all that is not that has been my opportunity to discover the difference.  Sometimes, one thing has to be there so that we can finally and profoundly notice the other! 

Sometimes, I watch Dott (our little Morkie) play.  All 6 pounds of her… leaping three times her height into the air!  How does she do that???  I swear, she’s really a cat.  Very cat-like in her doggy-ness!  Likes to sleep on the arms of chairs and walk across the back of furniture.  Sound like anything else you know?  Anyway, she pounces… and bounces… and takes huge leaps forward and up into the air!  I wonder where the force comes from? 

One more thought:  today, as I was writing a wonderful friend, I told her that I was feeling my beAst (as opposed to best) and then after writing it, recognized it for what it was: my truth about me.  Something has awakened inside me and I know that, like Elvis, the domesticated side of me has left the building! 

Stay tuned.  Who knows where this will go? 

Breathing is good…