It occurs to me that I am a very fortunate person. Not just materially – though all my needs are taken care of and always have been – but my soul needs, or the needs of my emotional and mental self, my Spirit. This to me, is the essence of Freedom.
A few years ago, well more like fifteen, this was not necessarily so. It took great hardship emotionally and spiritually before I was able to let go of what was not in my best interest, which led me to the freedom I have now.
I remember working in an office job in my early 20s and wondering how I was going to get out of there. I had everything to look forward to but no idea how to make a living or a life outside of that office environment. In my heart and soul I was an artist, a writer, a secret truth-sayer and heart-soother. I loved to hear people’s stories and help them see themselves more truly, to help them break out of their own self-made prisons. But here was I, in the same boat really, though I had a vision of a distant shore…
In that space of Mind-knowingness I spoke of things to come as if they were real. My journals were full of heartache and visions of surrender and life as it was supposed to be.
At the height and heart of it: Freedom.
How did I get here from there? That makes me laugh when I think of it because it is a metaphysical impossibility! I always was here, I just had to shed a few layers of stuff before I was able to really surface and trust.
Now I feel that I am knowing this from a lifetime of experience, both of the physical/material suppression of trying to survive and “make a living” or “figure things out”, to the reality of being exactly where I am for a reason, and walking in the grace of knowing the past is nothing to the freedom of what I am Being in the present.
In other words: Here I Am.
No other words can describe it I guess, the power of when I just “Show Up”. When I have the skill and knowing and courage to speak from this place without any care for what comes next or who is judging, or any other context.
The only sacrifice of freedom is letting go of what you don’t want
How can you get to this place of deep knowing and trust? Try gliding into it with razer-sharp smoothness, balancing it on your tippy-toes while making something for dinner, or telling the truth to someone you love. Try finding those who are sympathetic to your cause and can point you in the right direction – those who say, “Yes… All-right, and… I can help.”
Confess your Cause to someone, step into the unknown and give up something unwanted. Take a leap into far-distant futures not yet born but conceived in your all-knowing Minds-Eye. Take a birds-eye view and deliberate on something you have never thought of before.
What is this string that is binding you? Guilt? Cut it. Melt it. Sell it. Meld it. Tie it up in a nice green bow and give it back to where it came from. Thank it, forgive it, walk with it, talk with it, carry it, say you’re sorry, and move on.
You don’t have to live in bondage anymore – you don’t have to live your life alone, or in sorrow. You are not alone. You are never alone.
What is freedom then? The recognition that you can have what you want, but better still, that you already have it on some deep level, and when you get that, the real surprise is…. You ARE it.
And that, as they say is I Am.
Amen.
P.S. Do you have a story about how you lept out of bondage to a life of greater freedom? Or would you like to take a first step? Share your thoughts and insights below. Being in a community of like-minded is a giant first (or third, or second) step! Write your thoughts below.
This morning I awoke with a start, with my good friend, Paula D’Andrea’s “Rock Star Monday” challenge to “rock ya self out”. Here is mine to you, Miracle 12 of “30Days of Miracles 2012″:
LET YOUR WILD
DIVA /ADONIS SHINE!
Krista Moore – Denise Grant Photos
Maybe your inner Mother Theresa is a little cranky and needs a well-deserved rest?
Let your feisty child roar!
Your inner sanctum be shaken. Your private spaces soar!
Or for the men out there….
Maybe your inner Adonis needs a giant nudge. Have you been working like a slave? Not feeling so brave? Maybe you need a little love and affection, too.
A little soul surfing, on the town strutting, open to whatever is offered to you?
Forget your troubles, walk tall – you are still a stud, after all!
Adonis at Louvre
For you ladies, it may be you wear red instead of blue, drink the wild fruit of sangria (as we did), or colour your hair purple for goodness sake! Or don false eyelashes and five-inch jimmy choos…
jimmy choos
Mmmh!
You are a Radiant Being. You can’t be a “goody-two-shoes” all the time. That light in you needs to shine! And light outshines dark every time. You may try to block it out, but it will have its way with you…
Why not let it POUR through? Delicious, yielding, undeniable, YOU?
Arcade card exhibit: pin up woman in headband and slip pouring a jug of water 1920s
Does your light have to shine as society deems “good”?… What is holy and good may be a smile on your face, a little surprise on your lips, a wicked laugh and throwing back your hair (It can be mischievous, too!).
Krista Moore – Denise Grant Photos
Whatever your Diva Adonis is up to, it’s all up to you. Even for just one day…
Let it tantalize you.
Let it bend your version of you.
Let it be Fresh, Mysterious, Fabulous
YOU!
(or the darker side of you
The miracle of freedom is calling to you: when you let your guard down, take a chance, do a ferry-leap dance! Jump in the pool naked, let your mind go, fall into a trance.
Jump off that swing, fall in love, let your soul ring!
Wild Diva/Adonis -
Yeah, that’s You!
What does your inner Diva Adonis most want to do? What do you need right now to really break out, let loose?! Do something today. Share it. Tell it. Take the plunge. Do it. Today.
Krista Moore is a professional actress, published author and creator of “30 Days of Miracles” and the “Evolutionary Woman” workshops and circles in Toronto and worldwide. Check out her latest speaking engagements and workshops here.
Sometimes I don’t realize how lucky I am. I enjoy complete freedom: to grow, to create, to spend my days in whatever way I choose (for the most part). Not too many people can say that – even (ironically) the most ‘free’ citizens in the North-Western hemisphere. Stress-levels and doctors’ bills aside, most would probably still defend having the right to work as a basic freedom. And I would agree.
But some days I don’t know what to DO with all this freedom. I feel my freedom is wasted, or misunderstood. Why do I have to fill up my days with endless tasks and parades of progress?
Are we REALLY FREE?
I work from home and travel on occasion, and I still feel the pressures of making a living, doing what’s right, making a difference in the world. Most people I know go to work every day. Whether it’s inside the home or outside, there are pressures inherent in each scenario.
There is still the ‘Game of Life” to play: Money to make, children to raise, bills to pay, etc. etc…
Young or old, rich or poor, are any of us completely free of worry and responsibility?
If I Were Really Free…
Try this at home: “If I were completely free… _________ ” (fill in the blanks.)
If I were completely free, I probably wouldn’t be standing here! I would probably be in some altered spiritual state or universe in which I felt a deep release even from the things I cling to now. I may still appreciate what I have now, who I am, and the people I share my life with. I may even enjoy the complexity (and stress) of my life.
BUT:
As long as we are human and appear to be separate from each other, regardless which hemisphere or state we are in (or as long as such labels exist), we are not truly free. We may feel free. We may act free. We may declare our freedom in the face of adversity. And in comparison to our suffering, it would surely be a giant step in the right direction.
We are still not truly free.
So what is freedom, then?!
Freedom is probably different for everyone. It usually means:
1. Freedom to do something
2. Freedom to become something
3. Freedom from something
I am very grateful for all of the above freedoms. I wouldn’t be writing this if I weren’t (I wouldn’t have the democratic & civil right to do so).
What Freedom IS
But for me, there is a deeper freedom I am aware of, that underlies everything I think I want. It is beyond any divisions, castes, beliefs, demands, sacrifices, fears, compromises…
Freedom is Being.One boundless thought. One true desire that springs from the mouth of the fire. When all goes up in smoke, freedom springs a leak and someone tries to keep it in but cannot. Freedom cannot be contained. It cannot be annihilated. It cannot be sung.It cannot be fought for and won.
Freedom just Is. It just boundless IS!
So if I have all this Freedom, what do I DO with it?
Well that’s an anomaly isn’t it?! How can you DO freedom?! Haha!
I am guilty of this overwhelming desire to DO SOMETHING. And maybe that’s OK, for now. But maybe I just AM Free. And while I’m “working hard at it” to enjoy this ‘freedom’, maybe I could let myself take a little time out to:
Appreciate all I have now
Give up trying to make more
Enjoy the deeper freedom
Carol Oust: Woman Sleeping Under a Tree
(Makes falling asleep under a willow tree seem a whole lot more reasonable & inviting, doesn’t it?)
“Into eternity, where all is one, there crept a tiny, mad idea, at which the
Son of God remembered not to laugh. In his forgetting did the thought
become a serious idea, and possible of both accomplishment and real
effects. Together, we can laugh them BOTH away, and understand that
time can NOT intrude upon eternity. It IS a joke to think that time can
come to circumvent eternity, which MEANS there is no time…”
A Course in Miracles
>>What does freedom mean to you? Write to me below.
Stacey Coke’s video response:
She says: “One has to be brave to truly embrace this kind of freedom. The freedom to be who you are.”
P.S. I went to the park shortly after writing this. A young father and his 2-year old boy were playing in the park. The joy of this was not lost on me. The dogs chased each other. We talked happily and threw a ball. We glowed lowed in the Freedom of it all.
P.P.S. After the dogs tired, my dog ran off and was about to stroll down a lane-way to a busy street. Do you think I let him go in the name of freedom? Hell, no! I called that ‘bad boy’ back and put on his leash!
I just felt like writing to you this morning! What a gorgeous Monday morning (I can hardly believe I said that). But it is. My dog just found his way downstairs after a lazy nap, and is now staring at his plaything, and sniffing a shoe. Just getting ready to move from sleep into action. Like me. It’s 8 0′clock, and “All’s Quiet on the Moore Front”. There is no enemy hovering over the hill, only the sun rising up over trees dancing in the breeze. So lovely!
What are you doing this morning?
I swear I just saw a monk passing the entrance to my driveway, or a woman brightly dressed in brilliant orange robes, sandals on her slow-moving feet. This vision reminded me of travel, of worlds beyond this one. Where I see, smell and hear everything new…
morning walk
I will be going to California soon, for the first time, with my husband. Though I cheat, I have been there before, if only for a moment: getting out of the car (coming down from Nevada) into the Mojave Desert, five months pregnant, standing in the hot and silent sun, a cave of inner listening. I picked up a rock there, a black lavic looking rock which was warm in my hands. I could only hear my breathing, and the hot air just hanging there and the sound of my feet in the sand. It was as if my own heart was beating the world into existence. I kept that rock as a talisman.
I am looking forward to rediscovering California from the eastern coastal ride up Highway 1… San Diego…. Santa Monica…. LA (briefly, but must see the basics!)…. Carmel… maybe a mission or two… and then San Fransisco where I will meet my lovely ladie(s) that I have been talking to for over a year. I can’t wait to meet you (you know who you are).
My inner world is changing too. I no longer feel worried all the time as I used to. I feel an inner calm, of being in charge of my own destiny. And Grace too. It’s magic, and it makes me giggle at times! (A wicked kind of giggle, my husband says).
Ah…. what can I share with you? That is what I think now. What can I be today that I haven’t been or done before. What is new. I feel that call now, pulling me to something greater, that beautiful, magical feeling that life is better than OK. It is not to be resisted or lamented. It is to be taken in, held and created like a warm ball of life, like that hot lavic rock melting in my hands.
Everything succumbs eventually to the sound of silence, to the sound of the primordial Yes.
I mean that literally. The Miracle is You. I’m not being generic or metaphoric or universal in any way. For the first time, I really get it.
I sang through the weekend doing the birthday thing, kids running amok, appreciating my family, getting uptight and nervous about the quantity of young guests, the unanticipated sleepover, the never-ending hangover of more guests on Sunday. The joy of an unusual full family dinner.
Now, as I swing back to my beloved friends of this blogging world, I get this sudden feeling of connectivity, reciprocity, understanding…
This is not just about me. This is about You. The miracle that happens to me is the same miracle that happens to you. What I write, you also live. What you live, I somehow write. How does this happen? How does this miracle happen to us both at the same time, echoing each other? You may think, How did you know that? How did you say exactly how I was feeling at this moment in time? How did you say it just like that so that it sung to my heart, spoke from my true understanding, something I hadn’t even put into words before? This is all new to me too.
All I know is, I am doing this with you…
It is a chorus, a harmony, an absolute symphony. I love to write, and you hear my voice. But you don’t just hear me, you hear You! This is bizarre. Amazing. I am singing your song as much as I am singing mine. Maybe we are singing the same song!
I am honoured to be the one putting down the words because it is easy for me. As Lady GaGa says, “I was born this way!” But maybe for the one who is tongue-tied or whose heart is torn apart, and can’t even begin to know how to express ‘that’, I am their God-send. Literally. That is not arrogant. As Marianne Williamson says echoing ACourse in Miracles, it is not arrogant to recognize your God-given talents and use them. It is humble to witness their impact, to see God’s work at hand. To fall down on your knees and say, Thank you for using me at last!
Thank you.
Thank You for being here, for listening, for understanding, for being, for responding. Thank you for singing your chorus, your harmony. Your wave of passion, happiness, devotion. I love our evolving collaboration, our co-witnessing each other, our evolutionary striving for something greater. An awakening of seismic proportions. Beyond Katerina, Beyond tragedy. This is the response to all of that. This is the Hope. The Dream. The Great Call to Freedom at last! This isn’t about race, sex, age or religion. This transcends all borders and boundaries we ever thought we had. This is Love itself calling to our own Selves. We are recognizing ourselves in each other’s greatness. We are witnessing the possibility of what we can be together. Supporting each other in the Climb that has nothing to do with ceilings or enemies or friends. This is wider, deeper, faster and more incredible than anything we ever thought we were or had. This is the mountain without peak, the river without end…
Dear God, make us Great. Make us tall. Make us realize our own potential in each other’s eyes. Let us witness and make a pact: Never again will we act small, pretend we don’t know anything. Hide in the branches of our own greatness, only to swing when we are alone. Let us join our hands. Clasp on for dear life. Let’s sing our hearts out in this, our Collective Song.
I listened to Maya Angelou speaking on “Oprah’s Master Class” tonight. “Love liberates,” she said. What is a good teacher/friend/mother/lover? The one who loves enough to let go.
As a mother, I am beginning to learn to let go. Tomorrow is my daughter’s 9th birthday. She is now riding a 20″ bike instead of 16″. She is also brilliant, opinionated and loving. My son is 14 and joined her on my husband’s man-size bike. He is now an excellent musician, almost as tall as me, and is a kind-hearted “young man”. Next September he will be in high school. I am happy, excited for him. I am happy he will no longer be just around the corner, but to a a place a bit farther off, getting the best education he can (and meeting lots of new friends!). With Heather I have a little more time…
But as a student, I still cling to the authority of teachers. To the “A grade”. I am getting better, admittedly. Tremendously wiser and more detached. This past year I have slowly, painfully learned I was wrong to sacrifice my present happiness for approval, acceptance. I had been well-trained to pursue, to excel at what I do. But the things I cherish most in my life now have nothing to do with that. It took me embarking on a new path to discover this for myself. It is time to grow up.
This “clinging to the guru” can sometimes take on an unpleasant scent – one of self-sacrifice and onerous intent. What/who am I doing this for? When you have signed a contract you usually know what is expected of each party. One may want to extend the contract to infinity and beyond. The other may want to move on. What is right?
At what point do you say, enough is enough? With compassion, I am ready to move on. I must walk my walk. Sing my Song!
Inspired by Maya’s words, I wrote these power statements:
Even as they try to hold me,I let go.I am not bound to anyone I already belong.There is no separation, lack or needIn the darkness they will be freed. No one has the power to bind me ever again Today I walk in peace.
Anyone who tries to bind you is working from the ego, not love. This is what Maya Angelou said. And I know this. But I also know, no matter who you are dealing with (teacher/friend/student); if one is in pain or spent, their only need is compassion, not rejection. Letting go in love is the answer.
I have learned this lesson: “I have everything. I can afford to be generous.”
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