“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
My dear friend, who is featured in Ode to the Western Woman, wrote this beautiful blog one year ago today. Her story is one that should be shared. Beautifully written account of a magical, loving experience with her sister. I encourage everyone to read this.
“It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.” Frederick Douglass
Years ago my daughter, Emily and I were travelling to visit my American Boyfriend (now known as my American Husband). We were between trains, sitting in the Amtrak station in Chicago. 4 year old Emily was in the play area and had found two little girls her own age to play with.
The little girls played together for an hour or so and then our train was ready to board. We gathered our gear and headed down the tracks to find our seats. Once settled we enjoyed the scenery as we pulled out of the Chicago yard and into the city. Emily was chatting away, telling me all about the girls she had met. Alisha had said something funny and Candice had fallen backwards onto the ground because she laughed too hard. That made all three of them laugh really loudly.
“Which one is Alisha?” I asked.
“She is the one with braids. Candice had on the pink shirt.”
The little girl with the braids was of African American heritage. 4 year old Emily was completely oblivious to any differences in the color of her skin compared to Alisha’s so what Emily saw as the defining feature was that Alisha wore her hair in braids. This pleased me so very much.
How perfectly beautiful are these children who come to us without any preprogramming? The differences that society points to as being important are meaningless to these young souls who only label what they are taught to label. The tragedy is that these children are taught to lose that color blindness and are sometimes even taught to hate and judge, instead of loving unconditionally.
Our society has come a long way since the times of segregation, race riots and open prejudice. Yes, we are getting so much better. Years of civil disobedience, public outcries and courageous leadership have created a world where there are rules in place to protect individuals so that they can be safe, speak their truths, find education and not be discriminated against based on their ethnicity, religion or gender. Slowly but persistently the world is beginning to understand that there is only one race and that is the human race. Western society is not 100% there, but we are well past that magic tipping point. We are becoming the change we wished to see in this world.
But there is still one fight left to win, and it is an important one.
The Dalai Lama says that the world will be saved by the Western Women. I believe this is true and as such we Western Women have a most important job.
Western Women must lead the way to end the ban on marriage equality so that our children can live in a world where there are no more governments trying to legislate this prejudice. We must raise our children so that by the time they reach our age, nobody will ever have to hide in a closet, but will be able to casually mention whether they are LGBTQ or S as easily as they state whether they are left handed or right. Or if they don’t mention it, nobody will care because it just won’t matter. In this new world our children will be accepted for who they are, inside and out. If we teach our children well, the old stereotypes and prejudices will have to become obsolete.
Most importantly, if we Western Women do our job well, then our children will be able to freely and naturally express themselves in all of their relationships without fear of judgment or ridicule. (And of course our children will never judge or ridicule others because we have taught them well).
So Western Women (and Men and anybody else who wants to be part of this solution) let us stand up and be counted. Let our voices be heard so loudly that they will not be ignored. Let our lights shine so brightly that every little corner of residual apathy and hatred is forever eradicated. Let us vote, and speak up, and support one another. Let us make sure that every single person has the same basic human rights: to live authentically, and love authentically without fear or judgment.
Like Victor Huge said, there is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come. Unless of course, it is an idea whose time has come and is being spearheaded by a group of strong, fabulous Western Women leading the charge. We really are saving this world, and we are doing it with style.
When it comes right down to it we all just want our children to be happy. And if your child, or your child, or yours or yours are not happy, then I will make it my job to fix that.
Care to join me?
“There is the Music of Heaven in all things and we have forgotten how to hear it until we sing.” Hildegard of Bingen
I’ve got a secret.
I have been coming out of the spiritual closet incrementally for a few years now. Sure, it all began with a pretty big splash. Dr. Wayne Dyer received my letter and was moved by it enough that he asked to publish it in his book Wishes Fulfilled. Millions of people have now read about my experience, and happily most of those people are strangers. Because of this letter I had to show my immediate family just how high my freak flag can fly. Luckily, it turns out that most of my relatives have had similar experiences and once I opened the dialogue to the weird and wonderful, their stories have come out as well. I can’t begin to tell you how happy that has made me.
But since that big splash it has been baby steps, just showing a little bit of my crazy at a time. It is a bit like walking into a cold lake, slowly easing into the depths so that I can get used to the temperature a little bit at a time. Ankle deep, feet didn’t freeze off? Excellent, now let’s see about these knees. Lately I’ve been thinking, why not go all in? What have I got to lose, really? So….
<takes a deep breath and……………. *SPLASH*>
I see dead people.
Okay I don’t typically see them, though that has happened on a few memorable occasions (for instance once I was at a friend’s house enjoying some live entertainment by a bunch of theatre alumni. I looked up and saw her deceased husband watching the kids singing. He had such a huge smile on his face! Amazing.)
But mostly I just hear them, only not with my ears, if you get what I’m saying. I hear them in my mind, their voices very distinctly their own. Usually they are there to say “hey, things are great here, don’t worry about me” and sometimes they bring very specific messages. I have sometimes shared the message with the person it is meant for, but a lot of times I haven’t. I regret that. I regret that I let my own fears of being judged stop me from relaying messages that might have brought some comfort to the recipient.
So from this moment forward I vow to you and to myself that I will relay whatever messages come my way. No more regrets.
I see Angels.
I don’t understand why it is that this confession makes me feel the most vulnerable but this is one I’ve kept close to myself with a very few exceptions. Perhaps it is the linear thinking cynic that still lurks in my brain. Perhaps it is because I wasn’t raised with any sort of religious structure so to believe in such things must be ludicrous, right?
Whatever the reason, I will share with you now that I see Angels, sometime as visual specters and sometimes I see them with my mind’s eye. I know that Archangel Michael stands behind my daughter and has done her whole life. I see Archangel Gabriel sitting with me when I write. I have seen four angels surrounding a very dear friend of mine, holding her arms and legs, not so much to hold her up as to keep her from flying away. Sometimes I sense they are near and see sparkles of different colored lights.
A few years ago after they became quite vivid in my experience, I decided to ask for a definite, without-a-doubt sign that they were actually real and not just the workings of my over arching imagination.
My family and I were heading to the beach that day. I was in a playful mood and just before leaving I said out loud, “Angels, bring me a $5 bill today. Have somebody place it in my hand before the end of the day.” This may not seem like much of a test to some of you, but for me it was a pretty challenging task for my Angel buddies. You see, I never carry cash and always use debit for any purchase. For me to be handed $5 would literally have to be “pennies from Heaven”. Plus, we were going to the beach. What were the chances?
I truly believed they could pull this off. I suppose that was the key.
My American Husband and I had been out for a swim and were walking back toward the shore. I kept looking to the sky because there was this one amazing cloud that looked just like a giant Angel wing. I was laughing to myself, thinking ‘You sneaky Angels. Nice sign, now show me the money’. I looked down and saw something strange in the water. My American Husband had seen it too and reached down to grab it.
It was a $10 bill.
I laughed out loud and reached for it, but he pulled it out of my reach. I explained to him that this was my $10 bill because I had asked the Angels for $5 and they were obviously being generous.
“No this is my $10 bill. If you wanted $10 you should have asked for $10”.
We kidded and joked for the afternoon, enjoying the sunshine. I kept checking the sky to see if the angel cloud had blown off, but it stayed right where it was the whole time. I could almost hear those mischievous cherubs laughing.
After a few more hours we packed up and went home. As we were leaving I took a photograph of the cloud. I never wanted to forget this day, or this sign. When we got home, my American Husband came up to me as I was unpacking the cooler. He held out his hand to me and in it was a crisp $5 bill. Placing it in my hand, he said, “There. The Angels said to give you half”.
Boom. Well done, Angels!
I still have the $5. I never wanted to spend such an amazing, miraculous gift.
I talk to the Angels now, everyday. I ask them for help with just about everything. I look for and find their signs and guidance in all sorts of places. It has changed the way I walk through life. I never feel alone, and I know that I am always supported. And if I listen very closely, sometimes I can hear them singing….
“Lean on me, when you’re not strong, I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on”.
I have had visitations from Ascended Masters.
The first time it happened I was meditating. I was fairly new to the process and was getting quite adept at emptying out all of the noise. On this particular night I was sitting and really digging the stillness. Then something weird started happening. I could “see”, floating right in front of me, a woman. She looked like some sort of Buddhist or Hindu statue, like a goddess, and she was just hovering there in front of me. I tried to make her go away, following my breath and silently chanting Om Mani Padme Hum, the mantra I had read about online. But instead of going away, she came closer, reaching out her hand and touching it to my heart. I felt instantly flooded with love, so much so that tears began to run down my face. Alright, I decided. Let’s just go with it.
“Who are you?”
Immediately, loudly, this line from a song played in my brain: “Flowers in her hair. Flowers everywhere.”
Well that doesn’t help me at all. So I turned to the greatest spiritual tool I had at that time, Google, and started searching. I knew what she looked like and that there was something about flowers in her hair so I began by searching images. It took me very little time to find her, God love Google. She was Quan Yin. I had never heard of her and figured that if she was going to show up for me in a meditation I’d better study up to see if she was bringing me some sort of message.
Turns out she is a Bodhisattva (literally a Being of Enlightenment) who, according to legend decided to forgo the bliss of Nirvana and hang around humanity to help us fulfill our own divine plans. She is an Ascended Master associated with the lotus flower and unbeknownst to me at the time, Om Mani Padme Hum roughly translates to “Hail the Jewel in the Lotus” and is used by devotees to call Quan Yin for assistance.
I’m not gonna lie to you. It was a pretty awesome experience.
She was the first Ascended Master and since then I have had a few more. Buddha showed up once during my Reiki attunement. And not long ago a fellow who called himself Yeshua began dropping by during my morning meditations.
Then there is the White Dolphin. He has come to me in lucid dreams in the past few weeks. I am not sure who or what he is, but I know that every visit feels like a visit from heaven. Pure, divine love.
Maybe I am not meant to understand everything. Maybe magic and mysticism are the keys that open the door to better understanding. All I know is that these moments have been sacred, playful, comforting and enlightening. I’ve gone beyond disbelief and cynicism and embraced the gifts that these visions have brought to my life. With each new experience I am broadened, deepened, filled in and awakened.
Speaking of Ascended Masters, my friend Joan sent me a quote yesterday by St. Francis of Assisi. “It is no use walking anywhere to preach unless our walking is our preaching”. I hadn’t heard that one before and it resounded loudly. I have known for some time that I needed to share everything, or at least to stop hiding it. I don’t expect to change anyone’s belief system or to convert anyone to mine. I only want to speak my truth and walk my path fearlessly.
One last Secret:
I have complete faith that this information will be found and embraced by the people who are open to receive it. That is the greatest part of “letting go and letting God”. Simply trusting.