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Look for Magic in the Mundane

September 3rd, 2020

I was on my way home a few days ago and as I neared my village, there ahead of me on the road was this tractor with an attached cart filled with garden debris being taken to the landfill. The traffic was moving quickly in the other lane making it difficult to overtake so my best bet was to drive behind it until I reached my turn off. There were two men, the driver and with him, another gentleman sitting on a makeshift seat on top of the cart. They bounced along at what to them was a jiggy pace but for the vehicles that were rapidly lining up behind me, it was a turtle’s crawl. And these days people are impatient. They drive fast and overtake recklessly, all in a hurry to get nowhere quickly.
So here was me, second in the motorcade behind these two kings. I felt their energy that is why I referred to them as kings. They were happy, rich, and peaceful, and it appeared there was no other place else that they’d rather be than driving their tractor filled with debris to the landfill.
The positive dancing energy emanating from them, wafting upwards and outwards to their loyal subjects following closely behind, created magic to the moment. I was fortunate to catch a whiff of it and it left me enraptured.

How often do we allow ourselves to get caught up in the magic of the mundane? Are we so busy looking for a choir of angels to appear from the sky trumpeting the Hallelujah Chorus that we miss the joys in the simple things?

The first fresh breath of air in the morning as it enters our rested bodies,
The smell of our coffee percolating on the stove, enticing us to take that first sip,
The purr of our car engine’s as it promised no trouble today,
The morning’s greeting coming from a stranger’s lip.

The feel of our office chair that is now well-formed to the shape of our buttocks,
Or the kiss of a cool wind under sweaty armpits as we work outdoors in the sun,
The glimpse of a rainbow as it arched the sky just so,
The happy laughter of children, using the last days of summer for fun.

There is mystery in the mundane,
Magic in the ordinary,
No need to look far to experience it,
It’s all around already.


Be Brave and Let the New you Stand Up

September 2nd, 2020

It has been a while since one of my meditation sessions ending with me being washed in tears.
I have had many of those in the past, hot tears,
of pain,
of regret,
of having to release childhood trauma,
of believing that I am to please everyone,
of accepting that I had to leave people behind,
of knowing that dogma and tradition had to be set free and that my own path to walk was opening for me.

Today, these tears were different. They were not hot, but warm. They poured down my face, wetting my shirt and soaking into my skin giving me my second shower for the morning.
But what was it that caused them?

I saw an army of what looked like soldiers standing in front of me. Their arms were crossed and it was clear that they meant business. In the front were my spirit guides, in the next row I saw the familiar faces of my some of ancestors, and behind them all shone this bright light, a light I had experienced before. It was warm, loving, accepting, and all-encompassing. I recognized it and the tears started to flow. That light was Source Energy, the whole from which a part of me came into this physical plane to experience life in the 3-D. I knew then that everything was going to be ok, that I was on the right path to fulfilling my soul’s contract.

My ancestors and guides smiled. They beckoned me to go forth, they actually said it, “Go Forth,”.

I was paralyzed. I was being asked to go forth and could not move.

After what seemed like an eternity, I opened my eyes and stood up. The new me stood up. The old me was left sitting in the chair.




Start by Manifesting the little Things

September 1st, 2020

When you believe in the power of the Universe, ninety-five percent of the work is done for you is done. When you believe that things are always working out for you, that you are a great manifester, and that an ever-expanding and abundant universe is just waiting for you to tap into and get turned on, the other five percent is attained. So why then are we not living our best lives? Is it that we fail to believe, or that we believe sometimes and not other times? And how has that been working out for you?

Even before I learned the mechanics of the law of attraction and manifestation, I always had this belief that I could get anything I really wanted. Note I said anything and not anyone. The Universe will never go against the free will of another individual which means we cannot manifest someone into our lives against her will. Its perhaps better to manifest someone with the qualities you are looking for and not decide to ask the Universe for Mary, Jane, or Sue. It will never happen.

For the many of us non-believers, I invite you to simply try it. Start with something small.
For example, I manifested a parking spot in the heart of my capital city on a workday during peak hours. If you are familiar with my town, this is akin to finding gold coins in the street. Sometimes even the places that offer paid parking are filled. So, this day I was returning to town and needed a space to park. I started to envision in my mind a nice, easy-to-get-in-near-to-my-office spot. I banished negative thoughts because if what we think is what we get, then negative thoughts will produce negative results. I began to ask the Universe to send me this parking spot. I got myself caught up in the emotions of having found a space, the way I would feel, the sense of satisfaction of not having to drive around for minutes looking for a spot, I even engage my subconscious mind for further assistance, then jumped into my car and headed to town. As I turned the corner onto a street that was usually filled with traffic, I spied a spot. I slowed down and decided to cross the lane to enter it when I heard a shrill horn of an impatient driver behind me. I smiled and continued driving. I drove around the block and returned and the spot was still there, waiting.

This may seem simple to you. “What is getting a parking space?” you might ask.

My answer is, begin with the little things, feel the power and satisfaction of knowing that things are always working out for you, and then move onto the bigger things. Once the little things begin appearing when you manifest them, and you continue to be in the right vibrational space, then to manifest a nice house, or a fancy car, or even a great relationship would be like finding a parking space.


Meditation, It's easy as 1..2..3..

August 31st, 2020

I do not sit down in front of my laptop and ask myself, “so what are we blogging about today?” I always meditate first and wait for the message to come to me. Sometimes I get several but one always seems more urgent than the others. Other times I get nothing except the instruction to ‘just start typing’. Now and again, I am asked to write on topics that are quite out there and under normal circumstances would have landed me a visit to the place with padded walls but at the end of the day, I always write on what I am instructed.

So today we speak about meditation and I was quite happy because it’s one of my favourite topics to blog about.

Earlier as I sat for meditation, thoughts came, fast and furious at first until they quieted down to a mere trickle. I felt the connection to my Inner Self and was able to lock in for the duration of time I had set for the session.

There are some folks who complain that they cannot meditate, they do not feel anything, their mind keeps wandering, they cannot still their thoughts. It leaves them feeling more stressed and frustrated than before they sit to attempt meditation and so, before long they give up the practice completely.

I say to these persons, just sit. Find a comfortable seat and sit.

The thoughts will come, let them come.
The body will itch, let it itch.
The nose will decide that this is the best time to sneeze, let the nose do what it does and you just sit.
Soon all the thoughts will pass, the itches will be scratched and the nose will be sneezed out all while you remain seated.

There is a place inside of you where, if you stay long enough, you eventually feel a connection. For me, I feel it somewhere between my navel and my last pair of ribs. Some call it the solar plexus chakra, the seat of our intuition.

That place is a place of stillness and peace. Like the mighty lighthouse, it shines its light through all the turbulences of our stormy lives, guiding us home. It emanates love and connectivity to the One Consciousness. You will know it when you feel it.

So, find a seat and get comfortable and let the love unfold.



For Sale, Orgasms in a Can

August 30th, 2020

I have been thinking about a product that could make me millions. I am going to manufacture orgasms in a can. Yes. I have not decided on the name but surely something catchy will come to me….Orgasmo….Organic Orgasms…Orgasishms…my creative juices are on a low simmer.

Who would be my target audience?

I have decided that anyone believing that is possible to can an orgasm and would like one, or two... or ten; persons who are always looking for the next new thing, suffering from severe FOMO; and the merely curious, are fair game.

How can an idea as preposterous as this work?
What happens when you pop the lid and you get as much fizz as a three-day-old ginger ale? You would feel cheated and demand your money back, right?

There are some ideas that need to stay just that, an idea. It is not everything that can be packaged and sold even if there might be a market for it.

So when I read about classes for astral travel for persons unable to travel at this time because of the restrictions resulting from the pandemic, I say, there goes an orgasm in a can

Look at that crazy Sheila

August 29th, 2020

Two friends that I respect and hold in high esteem recently laughed at my dreams. Their laughter said a lot. It said, “look at crazy Sheila again, believing in some fantasy, something that will never happen, ha-ha”. My initial response was disbelief, then it turned to anger, then disappointment then nothing. The emotions moved quickly and soon I was back in my default calm position, well semi-calm position, we are being honest here, I am mostly semi-calm.

Many would agree with me that it is often the people whom you think care about you and want to see you succeed, turn around and attempt to piss on your dreams. (I guess I’m not as calm as I thought I was). That is why it is sometimes best to tell no one of your plans. They bring their self-defeating, low vibsing energy into your space to laugh at you.

You cannot stop people from laughing at your aspirations.
You cannot stop people from ridiculing your dreams.
You cannot stop people from being themselves.

What you can stop is feeling less than your better self.
What you can stop is allowing inklings of doubt to creep in.
What you can stop is being around these people.

I invite you to grab your teacup, coffee mug or water bottle and trod on

The Gold Mind

August 28th, 2020

This year 2020 has been a tough one for many of us. We were rudely awakened to our mortality. For others, it awakened us to our spirituality. 2020 provided us the opportunity to go within and to reflect on our lives. As part of the process, we are then able to clear out the debris from the past along with our fears of the future, so allowing us to relax in the present.
I was speaking with a young lady a few days ago and she remarked that I had a glow to my skin and was curious to know what products I was using. I smiled when she made the comment. It was not the first time someone said that to me in recent weeks and though I felt flattered to a certain extent and was tempted to say, Milani, I smiled at her and replied, “its 2020”. She did not understand and looked at me quizzically as if to determine whether I was joking or there was a meaning that she missed. For some reason, she thought better about pursuing the topic and so we switched to talking about something else.

I was the beneficiaries of one of the gifts that this year offered, the opportunity to relax into the present moment.

I went deep within,
past the traumas of my childhood,
the chips on my shoulders,
the tears in my heart,
the fears for my future,

I entered that mind shaft and found a cache of pure gold.

So the glow she saw emanating from my skin was gold dust.

Everything is going to be OK

August 27th, 2020

Have you ever had one of those moments when you wanted something so badly that you could taste it? But it still remained out of reach? It’s just there but not quite there yet?

I had that experience earlier today. I needed some assistance in getting a structure erected to serve as Lizzie’s Nest Soup Kitchen. I knew that achieving this was going to put me directly on the path to fulfilling my soul’s purpose, so I was rearing to move ahead.

With a retrograde Saturn in my birth chart, this lifetime is a do-over and I have no choice but to get it right this time and with my North Node is in my second house, I am on my own with this one; I was not to expect assistance from anyone. Part of my work and fulfilling my karma was being self-sufficient and independent.

From quite young I understood that my purpose in life was to revolve around food, healing, and service. The idea was to use food to heal the physical, which in one way or the other would redound upwards to the emotional and spiritual. But there was always one block after the next and everything achieved came with tremendous effort and I was really tired of the efforting. Realizing that the sand was moving rapidly through the hourglass and with me having so much to do in order to get somewhere from here, I sat down and burst into tears. Frustration does that to me every time!

Through the tears, I felt the presence of my ancestors and spirit guides comforting me and telling me that it will be okay and that things will work out. I was so caught up in my feelings of lack and despair, I did not even want to hear them.

Why could it not have been easier?
What was the reason for all the suffering and frustration?
Why, why why.

I knew I had to calm down to hear the answers but the emotions ran deep.

As you read this post, I feel your nod of agreement. You feel me. You know what it is to desire, not for yourself but for others and you still are not successful in getting that want satisfied. You cry to the Universe, “but it’s not even for me, “

And the Universe responds with an ‘everything is going to be ok’.

So softly.
So assuredly.
That you almost miss it.




We Dream, We Know

August 26th, 2020

Have you ever had one of those nights, filled with so many different dreams that kept coming and coming, creating a whole commingled mess that caused you to wake up feeling confused and disoriented? You know there is a message in there somewhere but you cannot seem to be able to figure it out? And as a result, it’s like you are holding a ball of tangled strings that every time you pull on one to find an end, you end up making the ball tighter?

I had such a night recently and I found myself, during the day, going back to these dreams trying to decipher them. It was to no avail. I finally passed the job over to my subconscious mind, asking it for assistance since I knew it was more than able to solve my dream riddles.

Why do we even dream? The literature is replete with suppositions as to the whys and the wherefores.

We dream to connect our astral body to the astral world. Here we get to interact with our spirit guides, ancestors, angels, and other members of the spiritual realm. It is one of the easiest ways to make contact since during sleep we have no resistance to what, if we look through the lenses of the physical realm, we may not understand and can explain. During sleep, we become accepting of all possibilities.

For many of us, our ancestors use this opportunity to speak with us and send messages. Some of these we remember on awakening, others we don’t but everything is stored in our subconscious mind and during meditation or any quiet time, we are able to access the information.

The real deal is when we make a direct connection with Source Intelligence, we then get to know what this life is about.

We see living for what it is.
We understand that we are spirits having a human experience.
We accept the immortal part of us.
We realize that this plane is not our home.
We know that one day we will return to be part of this cosmic energy.

We dream, we live, we yearn and we wait.



Death is a Beautiful Thing

August 25th, 2020

I passed a parked hearse on my way to work today. The proprietor had written on the back of the vehicle the words ‘Last Ride’. I smiled to myself, finding it funny that he had such a sense of humour on what was considered such a morbid topic, death. It’s not like anyone could disagree with the man but the more sensitive ones among us might not see the light side of it.

We do not understand death, not many of us have died and came back to life so we see the process as something to fear, to be sad about, with many so grieve stricken that they sink into a deep depressive state as they mourn the passing of their loved one.

I have never died and was returned to life nor have I ever had a near-death experience that I can recall, but through meditation, I was able to discover that the process of crossing over from this physical plane to the next is one of the most beautiful experiences the soul can have. Its returning Home. We sing the song ‘…. this world is not my home; I’m just a-passing through...’ So since we know that we are all passing through, why all the debilitating grief, the weeping, the wailing when we lose a loved one?

Perhaps if we can experience what happens when we cross over to the other side, if we can get a glimpse of our real home, we will realize that it’s much better than where we are at present. How many stories have we read about persons dying and having had a taste of the other side, only to report that they did not want to come back?

I will share my personal experience, my glimpse of Home. It was during a meditative session, very early in the morning. I cannot recall what triggered it but I found myself in the most beautiful place. It glowed yellow. Do you remember those screw or push bulbs we used to have long ago, before the age of energy-saving-LED-bright-like-high-noon ones? They used to come in different colours and yellow was one. When turned on in a dark room, it gave off a warm mystical glow. That was the glow that I experienced. There was a female standing waiting to greet me. I guess she was one of my ancestors. Short like me, slim with very long hair that looked like dreadlocks and she radiated this love. This warm, encompassing, otherworldly type love that I had never experienced before. She smiled at me and I just cried and cried. I was whole and at home. Time went by slowly, or so it felt, and when I returned to myself, I was surprised to feel real tears wetting my cheeks.

It was blissful. To this day, I cannot recall the experience without my eyes filling with happy tears.

I was grateful for the experience. It taught me that death was nothing to fear. It was a beautiful thing. Like the freeing of a butterfly from its cocoon, it releases us to Home.



 

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