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Yoga and the Buddha Stir Within

My Yoga Journey Begins…

In recent months, my journey has taken me to rediscover my love of yoga and some of its foundational philosophies. Although I am a channel and have access to Divine beings who guide me and my clients, I am always a firm believer in having one foot planted firmly on the ground….

and two hands reaching high to Heaven!

Part of my intention was to be able to integrate my body, go deeper into meditation and channel to create calm, peace and serenity. I do this brilliantly for my clients, but I was feeling the need to be more loving and gift this practice to myself, then share it with others.

I began my yoga journey in my late 20s doing Kundalini Yoga videos with Gurmukhi, with lavish backdrops of Hawaii or cool California studios. Then in 2011, I met Deb Niven, Visionary owner of In the Spirit Yoga studio, where I continued my journey of Hatha yoga, and began doing transformational workshops and retreats with her other company Divine Destination Collection.

Getting busier and doing more channelled hypnosis, healing and spiritual direction with clients and groups in Canada, U.S. and Tuscany, I began to lose sight of my need for physical “groundedness” with stretching, yoga and meditation. My channelling ability and metaphysical focus had me feeling a little lost in the physical world, and missing my yoga practice.

My colleague and co-channel and Full Immersion Into Spirit teacher, Elizabeth Rose, began channelling yoga from the Ascended Master realm, but with her being in New Brunswick and me in Toronto (with a lack of discipline!) I began to seek a practical way I could get started on my yoga path and then integrate this with my more metaphysical practices.

After seeing a notice for the third time (after two years of waiting), I finally picked up the sign and went back to In the Spirit for Yoga Teacher Training (YTT) with LefteriAlexander Petrogiani (Alx) of LifeCosmic.com. This intensive 9 month program includes all the Hatha variations including Kundalini and Yin Yoga (which is really the “tha” in Hatha), a hint of martial arts, and the science, discipline, philosophy and “consciousness of yoga” (including the groundbreaking little known gem, the Chup Sadhana (the Practice of Silence) by Mansoor, and the Bhagavad Gita, the jewel in the yoga crown.  And of course the most important part: practice practice practice!


Inspired by this yoga journey, I also became attracted to Eastern ideas and the life story of the Buddha, Siddharta Gautama (Gautama Buddha). I confess the source was a somewhat cheesy Bollywood looking rendition on Netflix, but don’t be fooled by the overblown acting in some cases, the main actor, Himanshu Soni, gives a captivating and powerful evocation of the Buddha consciousness, which is love and compassion.

Giving up worldly goods and renown, he retreats into the woods and surrenders completely to his path, becoming the epitome of “the middle way” of peace, sacrifice, and service. His love and devotion comes from dedicating himself to something inward rather than outward. And not stopping until Peace is found.

I hear you, Brother!

Although I may never live up to the high standards set for me by my noble and enlightened friends: Buddha, Christ, Babaji, Mahatma Gandhi, Paramahansa Yogananda and more, I will be richly blessed by studying them, hearing whispers of them when I channel, and living life through my lifelong yogic practice.

Who knows, maybe I will be channelling my Beloved Teachers, both physical and non-physical, when I marry my love of channelled healing and metaphysical hypnosis with the science, discipline and mystical art of yoga, becoming grounded like a tree firmly rooted in the West, reaching high to Heaven, God, the Universe and All.

Om Shanti (Peace).  Amen!

 


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Krista Moore is an Angelic Channel, Healer, Metaphysical Hypnotist (CH) and Spiritual Director. She helps you experience your spiritual “essence” so you too can live a miraculous life!

For more on her work, podcast and channeling services, go to: www.mooremiracles.com.

How I Became A Channel + Bonus Book Chapter

Here is the story of How I Came to Be… a Channel, Healer, Mystic, Guide, Writer, Poet, Soul Seeker, Spirit-Singer, Angel, Speaker, Teacher, Compassionate One, Lover, Mother, Heart-Centered Happy-Maker, Divine Helper, Light-Giver, Hope-Bringer, Peace -Maker, Beloved One, and Miraculous Daughter of God – just to name a few!

This is a milestone for me. Not only is it my birthday this week, but it is the beginning and the ending of something significant. I have been doing this blog on this website for 5 years now, and have just been working diligently on a big change, including a new online platform, and a new way of being and doing my work. Before I share that, I’d like to share how all this came to be. After 5 years, I’ve shared bits and pieces, here and there, and if you go digging I’m sure you’ll find them!

But I thought it would be good for me, and for those who are interested and drawn, for me to share more about this process of transformation that I have been through, and its miraculous results! – and it will be a wonderful celebration for me to see how far I’ve come before I start the new!

How on earth am I going to do this in one post? Or two? Perhaps that is why I started a book. For now, I will just write and see what comes…

When I was little, my favourite song to sing was “You are My Sunshine”, and as my mother sang it to me, I then sang it to my children (though I changed the last words to “forever and a day!…”), and even now I sing it because it makes me happy. To make happy is an extraordinary gift, and one I have. I can take the most dismal situation and turn it into pure gold, treasure beyond measure, the heart as pure as snow. Laughter abounds, hearts are mended, and truth is what sings to me as a result. That is a miracle. And that has always been my gift to the world.

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When I was ten or twelve, my mother would take me to other friends or relatives’ churches on occasion. We never committed to one, but I saw the impact that faith in something greater made. I felt the energy of spirit when people felt lifted. And I believed there was a Christ, or Jesus, but he didn’t live there in a building, however consecrated, he lived in me.  I always felt the emotion in my heart somewhere, that this was a special kind of love I could not find anywhere else. Yet it was always with me, everywhere I went, when I was alone, or with other people. The truth is, I was never alone.

I never became a religious person. I never saw myself that way. I saw myself as an independent thinker, a deep spiritual seeker, even at young age. I imagine (in my now imagination anyway!), I was quite a burgeoning philosopher, as in “philo-sophia” or “lover of wisdom”, and I loved my mother’s middle name, “Sophia” for that very reason, and so I gave that middle name to my daughter also.  There was something beautiful and mystical about it, about the unknown, or the “knowing that cannot be named”. Every name is just a symbol, a reminder of what lies behind it. There is always more!…

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When I was a teen I became quite an actress, an expresser of truths, a mystical writer and puzzler of sorts. I would love to confound my teachers with my deep musings, and indeed I did! I never knew what I was going to write before I wrote it, not for creative writing anyway. It was like some mystical force went through me, my high mind, my deepest truth, my most profound learnings that came from somewhere else, and would land on the page unapologetically and without explanation. I was not into explaining as I do now, as a teacher, I was more a student who did not have the knowledge of where those ideas came from. I just “channelled” them, though I did not call it that. If I look back, I now see the seeds were sown long ago, the pictures I drew of a woman with angel’s wings, a medieval looking saint with love-filled eyes… all of these echoes of some other reality I tapped into. Never did this ability suddenly come or go away. It was always a part of me, and still is to this day.

In my twenties I “lost my way”, yet I didn’t. After being tremendously creative, I spent a long time as a “normal” working girl. I secretly hid my deep writings and would steal time to print them off of the big mainframe computer printer at work! It was my way of survival – to keep my soul alive and singing while I attended to “other things”. Work and family were most important and kept me going, as a young wife and mother. My soul expressions would have to wait – at least a little while. It wouldn’t be till over a decade later that any of it would come to fruition.

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After 9/11, a corporate takeover and a subsequent maternity leave, I finally escaped the “work force”, and let myself live more. I danced, I sang, I wrote, I spent time in theatre and as a professional actress in tv/film. It was a whirlwind and I loved it – until I went through a series of losses, including a significant death, which led me to doing A Course in Miracles, which in itself is a channelled material from the higher realms.  This deepened my inner life, and caused me to question more and more.

Then the recession hit in 2008, and my own inner seeking became heightened and acute. The world was changing. Something bigger than me was going on.  I knew I was here for more than just myself, or my own enjoyment or achievement. As much as I loved it all, it was fleeting, as everything can be in this life. I needed to return to my deeper roots, to the little girl who just knew herself without apology, and the teen who dug deep down into the mysteries of things and found sustenance there.

This time, I was reaching higher, and wanted to find my liberation, my life’s purpose and the ultimate plan for my life. I felt a deep inner call that I needed to change, to give back, and I needed to do it now!

In 2009 I went on a spiritual quest in Southampton, New York, for a screenwriting course at SUNY university. I wrote about this in Meeting Your Soul Companions. This awakened that part of me that “just knew” there was something more for me to do. I had become a partial channel through doing A Course in Miracles, and would often have written dialogues with the divine. This relieved some of the anxiety I was feeling, and directed my steps for the years ahead. These communions with my higher self/guides/angels were my “go-to” place and although I have learned other ways of reaching the inner planes through hypnosis and direct channelling, I still just “talk to” my angels, Jesus and guides as if they were right there. They are my “imaginary friends”, the ones children are told do not exist. Well, mine are still there, moving in my life, alerting me to any dangers, and pointing the way forward.

After my awakening, I had some highs and lows not knowing what to do with myself, and it was on the cusp of my 40th birthday, and that inner call and necessary change I referred to earlier had become a “DO or DIE” within me. Instead of explaining what that was, I am going to do something I’ve never done. I’m going to give you right here a chapter out of my unpublished Book of Miracles memoir, on the journey to New Orleans six years ago, and what happened to kick start this whole process…

UNPUBLISHED CHAPTER: new-orleans-chapter-krista-moore-book-of-miracles

Read, enjoy, and I will be back to finish this miraculous story, as I prepare to meet the new!…

Stay tuned. 🙂

To be continued…

 

P.S. You know I couldn’t possibly tell you all, right? But I will give you moore miracles  than expected!

 

 

 

What Channelling Is and Is Not

This is a quick clarifying article for myself, to be clear on what I perceive as the gift and limitations of channelling, based on my learnings from A Course in Miracles (a channelled teaching given through two American clinical and research psychologists in New York, Dr. Helen Schucman & Dr. WilliamThedford, as directed by Jesus or the Holy Spirit within).

The following explanation may seem a bit “heady” or difficult to comprehend if you have not experienced A Course in Miracles yourself, but I will not let that stop me from an attempt at sharing the wisdom and understanding with those who are interested and called to it. You may come to your own understanding a different way; one way is to do the Course yourself.

Every channel or scribe is prone to errors, but the form does not matter. What is most important is the content or message, and whether it advances us in the thinking of Love and forgiveness, to release us from error and judgement, and produce miraculous shifts in our perception that we would otherwise not have been able to do alone. That is the miracle. We are not alone.

There is a lot of skepticism, including my own, about channelled material, or those who teach and write from channelled material. I think this is a healthy skepticism for the most part. My own resistance to being a channel, or using the words that come through me when I am “channelling” a higher energy than my own, can sometimes get in the way of the illumined possibility that it is presented through me for my and/or another’s healing. Sometimes skepticism is just an elaborate defence mechanism to block the message, and delay healing.

Not all channelled material is the holy Gospel, and indeed even the “Gospels” are not without error, as they were produced by human beings who lived after the time of Jesus, and were tainted by their own perceptions and later teachings (or shall I say older teachings) that were more in line with the world’s thinking, rather than Jesus’ uncompromising message of Love. This understanding comes to me through much reading of the apocryphal Gospels, found recently from almost 2000 years ago near the time of Jesus, subsequent biblical scholarship and theory, mystical teachings of sages and saints, as well as Jesus’ own teachings through the form of A Course in Miracles.

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Very few can claim the title of perfect channel, except perhaps Jesus who walked the earth as a man and was, according to the power and timelessness of his teaching, completely identified with the Holy Spirit, God or Love. He referred to God as the Father, and was completely dependent on Him for guidance. Jesus was seen to leave his disciples and pray alone, and he also prayed to God when he healed people. He was under no illusion that he alone was the healer, as he said, “Of myself I can do nothing” (John 5:30). He also did not claim that he was the only healer, as he called his disciplines to follow his lead and perform miracles (and continues to this day), pointing all to the Kingdom of Heaven, or God within.

Having a total dependence on God or a Higher Power is not a new idea for healing. Even the secular Alcoholics Anonymous depends on it as a tenant. But how do we know that we are hearing the right Voice?

Many ask, how can we be sure we are hearing or channelling the words of God/Holy Spirit/Jesus or any other angelic apparition? Can we not deceive ourselves or be deceived by the lower mind which some call evil, lower “false” self, “wrong mind” or ego? Yes. But…

According to my understanding of and experience in doing A Course in Miracles, God gave the Holy Spirit as a communication link to all his creation that we might not lose our connection to our original Source. As human beings, the Holy Spirit uses our own minds and the language we speak, including the symbols familiar to us, to communicate these messages of Love. That is why channels all sound different according to their culture or time or intellectual ability, even though they may be channelling the same Source. Symbols are not important – they are “man-made”, but the message, the energy and the Light they represent are not. Only the messages and transmissions of Love matter.

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Further, the Holy Spirit/God/Jesus/Angels bring about a shift in perception that is not of this world. As human beings we are prone to fear, anger and unforgiveness, attack, blame, shame and guilt. This is a common problem for all human beings whether they are aware of it or not, in what some call “original sin” or unconscious guilt which resides in our minds.

However, as A Course in Miracles teaches, there is no “sin” but simply a mistake or error that occurred when we thought we separated from God but did not. Mistakes or errors require correction, not condemnation. Even if we fail temporarily, when we ask, we will receive that correction and through grace be given back to God. Our answer comes. Our job is to seek and return to our right mind, where the Holy Spirit resides, and where our memory of God resides also, so we can join with all our brothers and sisters and return to the oneness which is our true reality in Spirit/Christ/Creation. This requires trust on our part and diligence.

We find this holy place within our mind, not outside in the outer world, which is a projection of our split mind or lower consciousness. Love joins all minds as one, because we are one. This is not a concept but a sacred truth that almost all sacred texts point to, though few are without error in some form or other.

Channelling is prone to error while we are in a body, unless we are trained to reach the part of our mind that is pure Spirit, where we realize we are not a body, but are totally identified with Spirit, as Jesus demonstrated. Our images of him do not matter. Only the message matters, and that message has persisted through time in many forms, even if misunderstood…

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God/Jesus/Holy Spirit and other Ascended Masters or Beings of Light teach us through our right mind, the part of us that is always and forever holy. When we receive messages, impressions or feelings that call us to surrender our ego and see someone’s innocence with Love (“to love your neighbour as yourself”), that is the Holy Spirit doing its work within us to heal the separation and return our minds to God, to wholeness and to Love. We are really just messengers for each other to find our way back Home. Our job is to love one another, not judge. To share, not separate. We cannot do this alone. We must go together.

When I channel, my job is to let go and align myself completely (as much as possible) with my High Self/God, the truth within, and to connect to that same truth within those I am working with or thinking about (even if they are not present on the level of form). This is not an easy task and most people do not always succeed, but are simply on their way to that understanding. Each step or effort in that direction moves us closer to its realization. Time is an illusion anyway, and so we should not judge ourselves or others harshly if we temporarily fail.  Remember, we are not alone. All miracles are maximal. Something greater is at work to bring all the parts of God/Son of God/Creation back into full awareness that we are all united, and are not separate. Forgiveness is our only goal.

I know I am hearing/speaking from my Highest Self or “right mind” (the Holy Spirit/God/Love within) when the messages or energies that comes through are:

  • Loving in tone, quality or feeling
  • Peaceful and calm no matter what is happening on the outside
  • Non-judgemental (judging only ideas as true or false, not people)
  • Wholly without blame or anger
  • Beyond my own limited self-perceptions and pointing to a much larger, higher perspective which includes everyone equally
  • Fair and uncompromising in the reality that God is Love and only love, and all beings are loved equally by God without exception
  • Totally forgiving of my and others’ errors (without taking sides!) and quickly corrective and helpful in pointing the way to right thought or action
  • Transformative and enlightening, turning my mind from any heavy, fearful thoughts (errors) to a holy, loving, encouraging and light-filled Vision of Love which gives hope to myself and others (as we are all joined)
  • Healing on the mental/physical/emotional and/or spiritual level (whether we see physical evidence or not, as all healing is of the mind first, as the Course teaches).
  • Relieving of any heavy burdens I have placed upon myself, removing any guilt, and quickly turning me toward what is truly helpful, beneficial and healing for myself and others (as we are all joined)
  • Positive and life-affirming, with helpful instruction or constructive correction that result in positive effects, even if not immediate
  • Consistent and unchanging: the form of the words may change, as the world is based on the shifting illusions of time, with symbols that we have created to communicate to each other in various ways and for various purposes; but God does not change, and the content or messages of Love should be holy without change, consistent and uncompromising in their unwillingness to veer into fear or justify anger for any reason. The meaning behind the words is wholly reliable, representing a thought system of Love that is ever-present and represents truth, even while it seems to appear within a temporary illusion.

In other words, we made God in our image; but God does not make images and he is only Love. All messages that come from the Holy Spirit are symbols of God which is Love.

When I make a mistake in my channelling (attempt to reach and speak from the Holy Spirit/Love within), I recognize it by how it influences me and my emotions. When I hear correctly and listen and follow the guidance, I feel peaceful inside, happy or content, powerful even. When I listen to the shifting sands and confusing illusions of this world and think with the “wrong mind” (my lower selfish thoughts or ego which projects onto this world), I lose sleep and do not feel at peace. I am at war with myself /others or the illusions I have made. This is not real.

Only the Love of God is real. And that Love is a shared reality. Channelling is a way of reaching God or the Highest Mind, and sharing that Love and wisdom. 

Lastly, channelling or channels of God are not special. All minds are one with God, and all have unique gifts to share. However, not all of God’s channels are open or aware now. That is why God uses the Holy Spirit to reach those minds that are more open, to answer those who are still seeking, that they might be given assistance in the form that is best suited to their needs at the time. All forms are temporary.

The most important lesson is not to worry about the form that a channel or message takes or whether angels or other ascended beings are “real” or not. We are not here to argue. We are here to love. All are one in Christ/Christ-consciousness/Love or our Highest Mind/Source, regardless of our language or understanding. What is most important is not the specific words or symbols (appearances), but the message and content which comes to bring healing and forgiveness and raise us back to God, where we belong. We all come from and return to the same Source.

I hope this helps, as it has helped me clarify my own role, as a temporary channel, and not the perfect representative or only and “ultimate” truth. Those who are drawn to the messages that come through a specific channel need them. And those who are not are either not ready, or have found another way. Again, the form is not important. Only that we find our way back to God and realize we are all the same.

Amen.

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The Story of Grace

Your path is not at random nor by chance. When the mind is open and the heart longs for something more, signs appear along the way, and miracles show up at your door…

It was September. I had decided, quite last minute, to book a trip to San Fransisco to attend an unexpected international conference that my friend coaxed me into. It was the Attitudinal Healing International 40th Anniversary conference led by the beloved Dr. Gerald (Jerry) G. Jampolsky, author of “Love is Letting Go of Fear”, based on A Course in Miracles, which she knew I studied. And they were doing facilitator training, which I also felt drawn to. She had met Jerry and Diane the previous spring and felt a stirring that I should meet with them. And so, I flew to San Francisco (as I told Jerry the last night) “on a wing and a prayer”.

I met many new friends at the conference, and received my facilitator training at the same time. It was incredible. We practiced the power of love and forgiveness each day in small groups. It confirmed all I had learned in studying the Course. I found myself opening my heart to all, as the power of love permeated in the eyes of many, young and old, male and female, friend and stranger. This was God in action.

On my spare time, I walked the hills of San Fransisco, quietly reflecting on the beauty of the Precidio (an old army outpost now public recreation and conference centre) right by the Golden Gate bridge, including its majestic cypress and eucalyptus treed forests along my footpath (where monks used to walk), and the final lookout point for Alcatraz..

I kept wondering at the meaning of this trip and how it would impact my work when I returned. In truth, I wanted to have a spiritual experience that would be a definitive sign I was on the right path, so I prayed for one, or two, or three!

Just before the end of my trip, I got a text from my husband in Toronto:

“I picked up that book you were reading before you left, and it mentions a Grace cathedral in San Francisco. You should go see it.” My host at the bed and breakfast lit up and said, “Oh yes! there is a beautiful evening candlelit service tomorrow night and you can walk the labyrinth too. Definitely go!”

That was it!  The book was called The Source of Miracles by Kathleen McGowan about the Lord’s Prayer and how walking the labyrinth at Grace Cathedral led to the recovery of her dying infant son. The labyrinth is an ancient meditative device that brings the walker closer to God. Given I was all about miracles, I would walk it as well!

Then a series of events occurred which I could not have predicted. Nor did I even notice until after they coalesced at Grace cathedral…

On the last day of the conference I sat with a young man I will call Paul, as Jerry delivered his final speech to the crowd. Just then, a young baby, from one of the participants from Australia, began crawling beneath the chairs and causing a bit of a raucous for which we all laughed. Jerry, who was also celebrating his 90th and is a man of great patience and wisdom, called to have the baby brought up to the stage and began talking with her. Then he turned to the audience and said,

“When you can look see yourself in the eyes of this baby, you will have understood this work.”

The baby’s name was… Grace.

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Later that day one of the musicians, Scott came up to deliver a humorous rendition of how to live life with less angst and worry. He strummed his guitar and made us laugh and sing along with his silly song. As I stood in line to buy his CD, a woman beside me pointed out his name and then said she was thinking of changing her name also…

The musician’s name was… Scott Grace. 

As I was standing saying goodbye to people, the young man Paul asked if he could come along on my journey to Grace Cathedral. Then we noticed another woman I will call  Linda looked a little lost in the lobby and asked her if she’d like to join us for the evening. She had never been to church in such a long, long time, and felt a little wounded by past experiences. Surprisingly, she said yes. 

Back at the house, I gave Linda a tour and we got ready for our evening at Grace Cathedral. She told me how her mother died recently, and that she always felt closer to her Aunt. She had even received a sign once which she knew was from her Aunt. I felt a tingle as she spoke, and told her I felt her presence. She felt the same.   

It didn’t occur to me what her Aunt’s name was until later… 

Just then Paul pulled up smiling, ready to take us to Grace.

There is much More to this story in… 

The Story of Grace Cont’d

 

 

Life Became an Editing Room – Part III

Have you ever felt that you had awakened into another way of being? Something so earth-changing that you were never the same again, and had to start your life anew?   Continued from Meeting Your Soul Companions – Part II  of my Spiritual Soul Journey series. 

 

Part III – Life Became an Editing Room

 After I returned from New York in 2009, life seemed to return to “normal” for a while, hectic and crazy at times, then lonely and confusing.  I missed my new friend and needed to learn there would be more soul companions along the way.  We were still connected even if not on the physical plane.  I was not alone here, and this was just the beginning.

There was no question, God showed up on that beach to give us new direction and transform us to a higher level.  I could feel the vibration coming off my body and became more sensitive to loud noises or emotional disruptions of any kind.  I wanted to spend more time in nature, and stay connected and in harmony with this new source of Spirit and well-being. I had a deep sense of calm, even through the many storms ahead.  It was as if something else was navigating and I just wanted to follow it and surrender my life completely…     

I could not shake the feeling that something big had just happened to me, something irreversible.  Like God had opened my eyes and I could finally see;  like I was carrying supernatural forces of Love within me.  I felt awakened, alive and renewed, with a total change of heart and mind. I no longer cared about the same things that used to bother me – like pleasing other people, winning auditions, or making lots of money.  My old ambitions seemed to have left me for a while.  I was suddenly enraptured with a deeper sense of love and understanding, courage and purpose, and connection to those committed to spiritual growth and the bigger picture of humanity. 

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In the meantime, I had to carry on with life as a wife and mother, even though I felt like a different person…  This did not make it easy on my family or friends who were used to me operating in ways I always had.  Though they were supportive in all the usual ways, I couldn’t explain the deeper longing I had for Spiritual connection and purpose.  It was like I was speaking a different language and could not translate what my heart most wanted.  Yet, I was suddenly willing to fight for things I believed in, and risk disapproval, even from those closest to me who couldn’t understand at the time.  It was disconcerting to say the least, but very empowering.

Over the next year my life became an editing room. I was being edited down to my finest, most crystalline form. Everything else was tertiary.  I began to distance myself from my old world of acting, and lost interest in following up on “leads”, which felt thin and meaningless to me. I began to change what I was “putting out there” on my website, expressing myself more creatively with my own independent words and ideas, rather than waiting for or depending on the needs and intentions of others.  I no longer wanted to be directed by outside influences, but instead by that Internal Force, or Voice for God.   

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Those inner urgings and promptings led me to begin channeling new writings, poetry (Song of the Beloved: A Mystical Journey), and creative ideas that seemed to drop from heaven above – ideas to teach spiritual workshops which kept me up at night planning!

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But my old thoughts kept interfering as I struggled with a new way of being…

How was I going to function in the old world I lived in, while all this was going on inside of me?  

What would happen to my old life if I began to move in this new direction?  

Where was God really leading me, and could I trust Him?…   

I experienced waves of fear and doubt as I began to face greater uncertainty about the future.  I was afraid my old world would come crashing down around me as this new butterfly within wanted to fly off in a million directions…  

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It would take another miracle to focus my attention on a task, set my feet firmly on my path and give me faith in my new direction….

 

To be continued…

Back to Part II

Back to Part I

We are Powerful Co-Creators

What are you connected to?  If you thought about it, you’d realize all the amazing connections you have. Not just business connections, but family connections, spiritual life-changing energy connections, old friends and new. Perhaps even old ones you know newly.  Fresh takes and literal heartbreaks.  

.And then… there’s YOU.  

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Your antenna rising, your thoughts and decisions melding and forming all that you say and do.  

The people you don’t know and the people you relate to 

All your dreams and visions come true

And many hesitations, missteps and failings, too.

And there is still, YOU.

Each of us carries this wild and amazing power to greet each day with unbeknownst intention and energy.  

There is a powerful co-creator in you!

Feel it?  The energy rising, the turn tiding, the riding of electric storms passing.  And then, there’s YOU.

All of it, on top of it, ever aware of it, the passing unfair of it, the amazing unfolding of it,

The “I can’t believe it but it’s TRUE!”  YOU.  

Seeing and feeling it, knowing and guiding it, landing and framing it for the Good of  All who see it, too!  

Can you ever get enough of it, why would you ever want to?

The rise and fall of it, on top of it all of it, so much I can’t stop it nor do I want to.  

I don’t have the answer to it, nor do I care to, but still must seek it and see if I want to.  

The come and the go of it, the yes and the no of it, the no I don’t want to and YES I DO!  

The MORE and the MORE of it, the hope and the show of it, the safe and the slow of it, the fast and the GO of it!  

Do you KNOW what you KNOW of it, the more that you SHOW of it, the more that you FLOW with it,  

the more that you GO with it?  

It never, ever ends, the saltry-slippery ends of it, the wishy-washy blend of it, the startling, heart-gripping friend of it.

It wants you to blend with it, write the sky and zen with it, the never-ending friend of it, the lucky, zip-zappity-end of it.

 

And that’s the Amen of it!

 

Amen. 🙂

 

 

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The Awesomeness of Now

I have come to an awareness this past week that is quite awesome. People talk about it and write about, from Eckart Tolle’s “The Power of Now” to the more recent Michael Singer’s “The Untethered Soul”, to the classic, Neville Goddard’s “The Power of Awareness”. 

I have come to this now.  There are no words, and yet I have a few…

I am in awe of life.  What once concerned me has vacated the building.  I am at peace and in awe of the world.  I am at peace and in awe of myself as a being here.  And I am at peace and in awe of every human being who is being here.

There is no coincidences in the world. Every moment presents another gift to be unwrapped and unfurled.  Like a bird that is released, it flaps and dips and turns.  We are in awe as we look at the ease of flight, knowing we are still on the ground. Knowing, somewhere, somehow, we know what flight is.  We can feel it, we can go there.

The mind is a powerful thing.  The heart more amazing. 

The Spirit uncanny in its ability to present opportunity, delight, mystery.

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This past weekend I had no ‘plan’.  I had unwrapped the gift of the present. I lay with my partner side by side on deck loungers and stared at the night sky.  The pool glowed a silent green glow as crickets made their way into my consciousness.  The air became chill but warm enough to stay.  We fell asleep nearly in perfect peace.

That pool just hours before had been filled with perfect strangers, people we had met on a walk to the park with dogs.  Suddenly friends were made, children played, the backyard became a circus and a zoo.  I was in awe and delight. Who had arranged this?

More than that.  My own consciousness had changed. Where one week ago I had cried over an impossible situation – a relationship that seemed doomed and determined to torment and elude me, I was now changed. 

Another perfect stranger, now friend, had enlightened me on the field of acceptance and appreciation.  To not try to change anyone or anything. To slip into the dance, as the partner who delights in difference. 

How opposite we are!  Isn’t it wonderful?!  How I go left and you go right, and now we are dancing the same way, the same tune, even for this moment, for this day.

I turned from something grounded, arrogant and separate

to something boundless, something fruitful, something delirious,

something ecstatic and in bloom.

My mind had opened to the fragrance, the sound, the memory of now.  I was silent, in tune, aware, happy and at peace. I was the calm centre of things. The universe unfolded before me.  Everything, everything was at home inside me.

There is nothing more to say about this. It must be experienced to be believed.  How do you enter into it?  Stop the mental frustration, the  judging.  Take the wheels off the car that is going nowhere.  Get out and take a bike ride and look at the sky.  Talk to someone and listen like never before.  Love them.  Breathe them in.  Never let anger steal the moment you could be laughing in.

This is the beginning of a new time, a new way.  I mention this only to celebrate and tease you into yours.

May you be aware of it, welcome it, know it and love it.

Today.

 

Amen.

 


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The Man on the Road

Courage only exists to dismantle fear.  If there is nothing to fear, we do not need courage.  But we do fear, and so we ask for what we need temporarily to show us we were wrong.

This is a story of a man walking down a road.

A man is walking down a road he has never been. It is dark.  He will likely stop for directions, if a house is lit, or he will rely on himself, or perhaps a flashlight.  Some things may jump out at him.

It is not comforting to stay in the dark, so he may seek out internal guidance, to ask which way to go.  He may be told to stop, or turn left or right.

If he keeps going the same way he will experience more fear because he didn’t listen and now is very much alone. He has no idea where he is going, and every noise bothers him. He has nothing to judge it against other than it is “not me” and so it is very scary. Even a bird in a tree will make him jump.

But if he sits down for a moment and asks, he will do one of two things:  He will either get up and leave and run fast back from where he came, trying to go where it is safe and known, or he will be told something new he hadn’t thought of.  This will be like a door appearing out of nowhere, something specific he can do, or something that leads him somewhere real and new.

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If he goes through the door, and feels the light of it (though he still may feel fear), he will make it to the other side and all will appear lit and new.  It will be as if the path he was on disappeared or transformed, or it suddenly made sense to him for the first time.  Also, there will be a hand, and he will not be alone.

What was scary before now seems just foolish and silly, something a child does when he is alone and protecting himself from the dark.

But now that he sees the door, and the path and the hand, all lit like never before – he has no choice but to step through or play the fool.

If he retreats back into the dark, it will likely not be as scary this time, it will just feel as if he is wasting his time.  He will now be more impatient with himself for not grabbing onto that hand and lifting himself out.  He may even shout profanities. Or he may even fall on his knees.

This is all silly and sad because there is no need to complicate things. It is only because he thinks he knows already that he won’t ask and receive.

For a moment, he has to admit, “Clearly, I don’t!”

So he asks again.

This time the door appears and light floods him.  It startles him a second time and he may experience fear because now he wants to be on top of it, to understand it.  It appears like he can command it, and yet he doesn’t know how it got there. But it is.  If he can’t control how this happens, how can he control what it does?

This frightens him even more, because now the implications of this light that comes is mind-boggling.  If he can’t predict what it does or where it might take him, he must shut it down.  It is too scary to comprehend.

The light seems to go on and off again as the man challenges God for a second or third round.  There is no end to the light, but he is growing very tired.  It is tiring to put up this front.

Then a wise man comes.  He is holding a lantern in his hand and standing on the road. He asks the tired man where he is going.  The man admits, “I don’t know.”  The tired man tries to explain himself but the more he tries to explain, the more he realizes it makes no sense and gives up.

The wise man laughs.

The wise man is real to him. He comforts the man. Offers a hand , but the confused man is still clinging to the dark.

The wise man tells him stories of another place, and the tired man says, “Oh, I know! I’ve been there once or twice.”

The wise man asks, “Then why did you come back?”

“Because I was looking for myself.”

The wise man responds, “Oh, I know. But did you realize you are going in circles and you’ve been this way before?”

“It couldn’t be!” The man protests, “I couldn’t see, and it all seemed new and frightening to me.”

“That’s funny,” the wise man said. “That bird’s been yelling at you since round three. When are you going to listen to him?”

“I didn’t realize he was talking to me. I couldn’t see!”

“And what are all these supplies on your back?” the wise man pointed and the other man sat back on a rock.

“Oh, I was hungry so I brought enough to eat for three weeks. And a knife and other camping supplies just in case, to protect myself so I could eat and sleep.”

“Have you slept?” the wise man asked, pulling the lantern up to his face.

“Not really.”

“Did you not notice that innkeeper at mile one waving at you to stop and eat?”

“I thought he was a thief and so I ran into the trees.”

The wise man just shook his head and let the silence speak for itself.

The tired man stood up, and the wise man asked him directly,

“Now, are you ready to come with me?”

Still, the man shrunk back, unbelievably, and dug his heels into the path.

“Really?” the wise man asked, “You don’t trust me?”

“How do I know you are not a thief, too?”

The wise man set his lantern down. And then he said,

“Here, take it. And go your way. Take as long as you need. But the light may not last long, and it is very dark indeed.”

“I’ll take my chances” the other man said and took his leave.

The man went on his way and thought about what the wise man said, and the bird, and the trees, and noticed the lantern was not as bright as it should have been. And he wondered if the wise man took the light with him.  But he was nowhere to be seen.

Huh! he sighed and sat for a time contemplating everything. He wondered if he would come back. Could he have been wrong about everything?  This is all not very flattering, he thought, and his shoes were beginning to leak.

Soon he wouldn’t be able to walk, he worried. Soon, he would have to crawl his way out of this giant circle. Or climb his way out! Maybe there was a wall, or was it some kind of giant trap?

Maybe this was a test of strength and he could still succeed. He decided to himself, “I will keep going at any cost. I will not give up even if this tiny light goes out. And I’ll have no thanks to give that man, either. I’ll show him.”

“And maybe”, he thought, “the wise man will even be proud of me. Or maybe there was somebody else on this path. They would come soon.”

But nobody came. Not for a long, long time.  And the man thought God was punishing him, and wasting his time. “Clearly, I am a miserable sinner!” he exclaimed, “and there is no hope for me!”

Where did this come from? Grief had suddenly stricken him and he bent up on the ground.

He cried it out and gnashed his teeth and cried out even more. Angry fists pounded the air and his stomach growled.

But who is listening? Who cares now? The bird was silent, and the man, the friend, nowhere to be found.

This isn’t how it was supposed to be! he thought. He remembered when the light had come how it filled him with dance and song. But he didn’t know if it would last so he returned quickly and came back around. Now there is nowhere, and nothing at all.

“Clearly, clearly I was wrong!” he cried out one last time.

The trees moved and a bird suddenly flew out and landed on his nose.  He startled and jumped, struck the air and then stopped and waited for a sound.

“Are you ready now?” he heard.

The light had come.  He awoke with a start to the sound of music, and people laughing and and singing.  He was under a blanket as if asleep, but just steps from a door slightly ajar. The light filled the room as he cracked the door open even more.

A giant room opened up to his sight and was filled with good cheer. Women laughing and dancing, children playing and running about, men eating and talking and whistling on the way in and out.  Like a circus or parade.  He stood dumfounded and rubbed his eyes.  He could not believe nor remember how he got there. No one had come for him, just that silly bird.

Then he remembered.

Up on the mantle he saw it. The lantern. Now with a glowing wick, and more lights glowing everywhere in the room. It looked like daylight though clearly he had been in the dark before.

He stepped forward and a woman ran over to him.

“Come!” she said. “We’ve been waiting for you.”  A giant bowl of soup she dished out with a ladle and gave him a spoon. The steam and smell reached his nose and lips.

He was sure this was heaven. And the man was still nowhere to be found.

The woman hovered round him again, “Darling, we were worried about you! You’d lost your way or your light had gone out.” She pointed to the mantle.

“But there was a man with me before, he would have come back. Did he?”

“What man, darling? This is where you live. Don’t you remember?  You set out to find something , but got lost in the woods. This bird found you, but now it is dead.”  She pointed to a bird that was now limp in a pale. The man turned white.

A bird found him? She must be crazy, or he is. How could this be? Oh! The bird, I killed it! He thought.

“No, there was a man on the road who was helping me, he gave me that lantern, but I didn’t believe him and then I took it and went on my own. I  never saw him again. Oh!” he cried again.

“Darling, this light is yours. You must have lost it in the night, or dropped it, and then found it again.  Clearly it is yours – your initials are at the bottom of it, see?”  He looked and saw the initials scrolled beneath the base. He didn’t recognize them or himself.

“But I told him to go away!  I wouldn’t listen to him, or myself, or that bird, or anyone!” He was delirious.  “I saw him, he was so real. And then he was gone.”

The man fell into despair.

“Darling,” she said again and wiped away his hair.  “That man is right here in front of me.  I see him as clear as day to night. You are here, my sweet. You are here!”

He wouldn’t believe her. How could this be?  An apparition came? That wise man was me?

She gave him some water and sent him back to bed. Clearly, he couldn’t see himself. She would love him back to health.

As the man returned to bed and accepted a gentle kiss from his wife, he stirred a bit and then had a gentle dream.

The sky poured open and the bird flew high overhead. It flew in circles round his head until it swooped down and then up and then disappeared into the heavens.

He was troubled then. Is that bird me, too? Or is someone trying to tell me something? Who is it that I am seeking? Where is it that I am glad and known?  My dear wife seems to know me, but who am I, really?  Please show me again, he thought.

Suddenly he felt a gentle tug in his head and a light he thought he had forgot filled him from head to toe.  He saw the bird again, resting on the hand of the man with the lantern.  He reached out to touch the wise man, and this time they clasped hands and stood directly in front of each other and smiled. He didn’t know who this was, but he was willing now.

Soon he found himself like the man with the lantern, walking in a miraculous field of golden lilies and birds of every colour flying overhead.  The trees were whispering to him and he was listening.  His heart was glad. There was no promise in him of tomorrow, and no plan of attack.  He just was, there, everywhere and everything. Resting in the universe of things.

The light was so strong but there was nothing to hold onto anymore, no lantern, no day or night. Everything was just shimmering and live in him. His heart was filled to bursting and he was not ready to come back down.  But something in him felt a presence all around him and a serene silence spoke to him that he could never speak of.  It was so great.

Do you see, now? 

Now go back, your wife needs you.

The man, if he could be, was dumfounded . How could I ever leave you, this place? This magnitude!

He grew momentarily upset.

The light is in you. Take it with you this time and don’t ever let it go.

“The lantern?”  The man asked, confused.

No. You.

Then he knew. When it is dark, ask the light to shine in You.

And then he laughed, because he heard to himself:

And the next time you meet yourself, say hello.

The man laughed and cried in gratitude and then he awoke.

He shook with happiness in his bed at what he had seen, heard and felt. Then he noticed his wife was in bed sleeping with him.  He curled up beside her and pulled his arms around her and drew her in closer. And then he slept for a long, long time.

And he never, ever walked alone.

 

Amen.

 

 

– by  Krista Moore