Amazing Gayatri Chant by Ave Guevara

Twenty Eight Days

TWENTY EIGHT DAYS. An experiment I am proposing to Mr. Smith, my creative partner.

The video will run for 28 days in my life, capturing a major shift that I sense is in my immediate 'future'. The holidays are upon us, which in and of itself instigates shifts and upheavals in many human lives on the emotional and pain-body fronts. The ending of the current year and the promise of the new one is also a potent set of circumstances in the human life cycle for huge shifts and emotional turmoil, as we review where we've been and map out where we think we would like to go.

Another wintry storm is upon us, following the first of the series that knocked down trees and broke their branches both on my property and all over town. I was in sunny, warm Houston during that first cold and destructive storm. A huge tree fell across our driveway taking three others with it. My son in law had some intense chain-sawing to clear the way....ah, life in the country! The huge old oak that arches way above my bedroom which is a yurt gives me the feeling of playing Russian Roulette each night that I go to sleep in there. As this storm has taken down and broken the limbs off small, healthy and younger trees, this big old oak is now posing a red-alert threat. Whatever the price to have it taken out will be cheaper than the cost of the tree taking me out.

Thanksgiving successfully behind us, Christmas looming in front. But what is more on my plate than either a turkey dinner or holiday gift giving is the personal shift I am experiencing regarding my own personal pain body and the role of motherhood, grandmotherhood and mother-in-law-hood. I realize I love walking the streets of other countries and places is because I do not identify or am identified with any of these roles. I embraced motherhood and gave it my all in my youth, as my values were to bestow upon the people that came to me in the form of my children a healthy set of life tools to take them through their course in balanced ways. To give them no belief system except an open mind and realization of their own power to create the lives they envision. To have them trust in the Source of all Creation, and yes, I called it GOD in those days, and sometimes still do.

As a single mom, this took almost all of me. It was a job worth doing well and I have the peace of mind that I pulled that off. However, I AM DONE. I have experienced joy from the honorary place of Grand-Mother, and now, even that role is changing for me. It is seriously time for ME. I am not the typical grandparent who lives to babysit and goes to goo over cute antics. Yes children are cute, but cuteness can be a huge distraction to staying on course with the consistency necessary to raise a child who has self discipline, respect for others and a healthy regard for boundaries. Children are NOT cute who do not have these attributes imparted to them.

To any I may sound 'old fashioned' to, hear this: well mannered children are not old fashioned, even though I witness the majority of children exercising strong wills with hefty doses of disrespect toward their parents and other adults. Being as caught up in the multiple forms of networking media that I am witnessing with the parents, development of GOOD CHARACTER seems to be left in the dust, deemed as out of style and too troublesome for parents to stay consistent with. Of course I witnessed this same thing when I was a parent of young children. It takes more than most people are willing to give to their children in the form of consistent guidance. The little things push and push and push some more and yes, they all drive their parents crazy.....but being aware of this cycle is the first step in dealing effectively with it. The second step in dealing effectively with it is knowing that the long term effects of the adult you will produce from that child rearing lasts way longer than their cute little childhoods.

I am thankful to have successfully completed Parenting 101-1001. I am successfully saying good-bye to the role of caregiver and mother of others and beginning to give myself that care and nurturing. It is TIME FOR ME. I am not looking for a boyfriend to love me, because I will spend that energy loving myself. There are enough people that love me in all kinds of ways, and I don't feel the need to look for or try to attract THE ONE. The only ONE is the Source of All Creation, of which we each are a tiny expression of. Life is inherently good, and focusing on that GOOD will only bring more good things, experiences and creation of a joyous life.

NANNIES TELL ALL

NANNIES that TELL ALL in their 15 seconds of fame tabloid trash articles compromise the integrity of such an important position. In other words: IT GIVES NANNIES A BUM RAP....between the "tell all" and the ones having affairs with the famous dads of their charges, these bitches ought not be given the honor of having their trash read.

ANGELINA JOLIE is on the top of their list currently. The world is just itching to get their negative judgments regarding this incredible actor confirmed. The nanny on the TELL ALL stage piping how Angelina is too busy for her children ought to be tarred and feathered and the tabloids should have boycotted this persons malevolent gossip.

Of course Angelina is busy - that is why she hires nannies. This does not mean she is a bad mother. So what she gushes about her daughter---she's an adoring mother who's children fill her life. So what she and Brad have disagreements and even, God forbid....have a fight!! Doesn't everyone in a relationship have this occur? So what she was a wild child? By seeing how her life is going with the choices she is making as an adult everyone should be inspired, not critical of her past shenanigans and how she came through that phase and now shines on many stages.....point is SHE GREW OUT OF A NATURAL PHASE OF GROWING UP!

Is the world so quick to want her to fail because they are all jealous of her extreme beauty, her grace, her accomplishments and her global lifestyle?

Just look at the fun, action packed movies she entertains us with, or provokes thought and opens our eyes to issues that would go unnoticed save for the films she gives the world.

So what her children run a little wild!!! Who's children are NOT a little wild! What she does in her home with her family is none of our business. For someone in the the ultimate position of trust to turn around and TELL ALL is displaying extreme lack of integrity on this person's part....and they demonstrate their willingness to BETRAY the one who entrusted her.

It gives nannies a bad name, a bum rap, and diminishes the integrity of this position. SHAME ON YOU, and anyone else that is trusted by a parent to care for their children and then go and sell a story that is probably chock full of misinformation, exaggerations and flat out lies.

THE 33rd RESCUE

THE 33rd RESCUE
is the symbol of strength of spirit and empowerment through unity.

The 33rd RESCUE
is the year of Christ Consciousness being awakened within us by the spark ignited from experience with life on earth, initiating a SHIFT within each soul, that spark comes straight from the Source. We can choose at that juncture to fan the spark into a raging fire of Divine Light, warming our souls within the embrace of That Which Is Sacred.....and share this light and peace with those we meet......or simply let the spark diminish into the shadows of our ignorance, and feed the ignorance with more of the same mediocrity that has been offered us.

What is the choice going to be? We have this choice every day, with every experience we encounter, day in and day out. We choose to fan the flames, and it seems, life will still throw a bucket of water upon it. We rekindle that flame and let that water serve only to quench our thirst in our quest for God Consciousness. Then it seems life is capable of attacking us with a super heavy duty industrial strength fire extinguisher - it could come in the form of despair ~ from yet another of life's events. But the spark remains within the safety of the middle of your heart. CAN YOU FEEL ITS RADIANCE STILL?

We all are intrigued by the sojourn of the THIRTY THREE MINERS because their plight represents our OWN inner confinement within the depths of shadow and doubt and worry and fear. Will I be rescued? How many times have YOU given up? Can I be rescued? I know I gave up many times. May I be rescued? But in those moments of giving up, there is a letting go, and then the spark radiates more warmth ~ it beckons us. FIRE IT UP ~ fire up the strength of spirit TO NEVER GIVE UP ON YOUR RESCUE. Prayer can help establish a focus, but it takes ACTION to bring about an actual rescue. This is the combination open to us with each occurrence in life that feels like a bucket of water on our fire. PRAYER in the form of VISUALIZING the results you wish to see....whether it is for yourself or for those 33 miners in South America.

The media wants to own those miners now, with all its tentacles - books, films, talk shows, deals, deals & more deals. They will throw money at them to try to own them. WHY????
Because the masses are hungry to read, view, watch and hear about anyone out there who survives coming up from the depths of darkness - whether it is a mine, an addiction or a tragedy. We long to hear the GOOD ENDING. We wish to own what it is our spirit needs ~ freedom ~ liberation from darkness....But this my friends, money cannot buy. Strength of Spirit cannot be bought, it cannot be owned......but it CAN be realized~you already HAVE IT, and it can be utilized~you can be rescued from the harrowing darkness and come up and out into the light and fresh air. Visualize your rescue!

The ARTIST'S WAY

Into WEEK 3 of The Artist's Way book: A Spiritual Path To Higher Creativity by Julia Cameron. This course is about discovering and recovering your creative self. My way good friend, Jane, suggested to her circle of friends that we all embark on this 12 week course on our own, just to all be doing it in honor of the power of a group intent. I don't know who all of Jane's circle is doing it, it's not about us all having dialog and emails over our progress or thoughts about it. I know Jane is doing it, I know I am doing it.

I've read this book through and have done the exercises before. In fact, I had to search for the book in order to do it again. So here we are at WEEK 3. I dutifully write the 'morning pages' everyday, because, well, I write in my journal every morning any way and have since I can remember. I usually brew up my ritual cup of steaming jo with frothed half and half, sit in my comfy chair, sip and write. This is my morning routine that has started my day for a long time.

This morning was different. OK, so it's a full moon and the Autumnal Equinox. Things are shifting, but then again, when AREN'T things shifting in this universe? We all are, after all, living on dirt plates floating around on a sphere of water that is spinning in an orbit that is orbiting around a sun that is orbiting around a galaxy that is orbiting around God knows what else. So, yeah, I have a cup of coffee to get grounded. Silly, huh?

As I was saying though, this morning's pages were different. I woke up because there were all types of wildlife critter sounds outside my yurt-bedroom, and I felt immediately restless, as did my canine companion. Firsts there were mouse sounds by the door, then the raccoons were on the deck, and all other sorts of critter activities around. I had a slight headache...hmmm, earthquake activity ? Then my mind kicked into full beat-me-up gear. The knots in the poodle hair made me feel badly for not keeping on top of brushing her enough simply by running my fingers lovingly over her, as I do each morning and throughout our days. This fired up the host of thoughts that are carried around rearing their ugly heads and sabotaging any sense of well being or belonging at any given time. The thoughts that meditation silence (but don't). The thoughts that just wreak havoc in a person's life. We all have them.

So I pick up my journal and just start writing. All my feelings of weirdness, restlessness, loneliness I'm feeling at the moment, out-of-placeness in the world-in society-in my life....and it goes on for a full three pages, just the amount of prescribed writing in this course. I don't even want coffee. I hear my daughter's van start up and drive off to the gym. Good for her getting up before the family and the sun and going off to exercise. I wish I were motivated to exercise that way myself....ooops, there goes another berating thought. But I catch it and pick up the Artist's Way book and decide to do a bit of reading in the third chapter.

Page 68 found me bursting into tears and a flow of emotions came out, triggered by the words I was reading on this page. "Wow," I think at this display of emotion and flow of feelings, "this book is really working." Before this page, it didn't bring up any powerful emotions but rather gently validated why I am the way I am. Most artist's are like this, whatever "this" is.

So the egg of my inner workings finally cracked. The yolk of my childhood shame is spilling out and the gooey egg white of all my adult shaming and damaging criticisms are surrounding the yolk and together this potential life, now cracked and spilled can only, if cooked into a meal, nourish with protein to grow, who I now am. That potential little chick is now someone's breakfast. Mine? Am I the egg, the spilled contents, the chicken, the potential chicken that is now the meal or the meal itself? All of the above?

What I am going to do today is simply paint the paintings that I've so meticulously and enthusiastically began and just left sitting to do other 'more important' things for other people. I invite anyone that reads this blog to take a little time to tune in to their creative nature, and if you think you don't have one, treat yourself to purchasing this book and bring out that creative nature in yourself that others might have told you does not exist. It does.

GOVINDAM ADI PURSHAM

GOVINDAM ADI PURUSAM