Exquisite Transitions

Exploring the opportunities and gifts of changing times


So much  has happened in 2011 and 2012 which have occupied every waking, and many sleeping moments. Rather than my silence here being a reflection of little or no transition occurring, the truth is that it has been so great as to leave my head spinning, my mind and body tired, and my emotional self spent. As complex changes, that have been driven seemingly from outside forces, have been non-stop since last May, I rarely had the time to reflect on their lessons and nature in writing—let alone the “exquisite gift” it held. There are numerous drafts of posts I’ve started and abandoned on Word Press to prove it 🙂


I began this post by attempting to share the most recent gift, and yet more than two weeks have passed before getting back to it. In the meanwhile, the post has morphed.

I have come to the conclusion that due to the extreme acceleration of time and the compressed nature of experience, the “time” for sharing these insights has passed. Perhaps this blog will morph again, however for now, experiences move so very quickly that there is no nailing it down long enough to reflect and express its nature in this forum. I find that if I’m lucky, I can verbally share an insight with one or two others, before even more profound experiences take their place. These things occur (at least for me) so instantaneously, making room for the next experience, and the next, that any attempt at journaling them is fruitless.

I will leave this blog in place for now, should anyone trip over it and find value or inspiration here. For those who have joined me during the short life of this blog, I thank you and have very much enjoyed reading your contributions also.

Wishing you well on this ever-accelerating journey through life. May you always be mindful of the exquisite nature of every day!

Butterfly Guilt

When asked about how often I blog I’ve explained: Whenever the spirit or a knowing moves me to do so.

Does this extended absence here mean nothing’s going on? Absolutely not. It does mean that the exquisite awareness-clearing-healing hasn’t blossomed yet. It appears that once again, the cocoon is bursting open…

Since May I have found myself in a situation in which I am “forced” to experience abundance. This may sound like a joke, but like MANY of us, I am extremely uncomfortable with living within abundance. All along there has been an undercurrent of “something.” Until tonight I couldn’t put my finger on what this undercurrent was. Tonight it broke through like the butterfly breaking free from its cocoon… guilt!

In speaking with my honey as we often do…projecting ourselves into an alternate reality in which we can both clearly see, feel and KNOW what’s happening, I found myself identifying a sense of needing to apologize to my in-laws for what they must see as this sudden abundance. [At the same time I am clear that I don’t owe them an explanation!]

So it would seem this butterfly has firm sense of boundaries, all the while nursing a mass conscious creation of something being  sinful, wrong, superficial, materialistic…about abundance. Mind you I am very clear to say abundance vs (material) wealth. They may look the same, but they are not the same. There in lies the problem.

I reflect and I recognize my situation is one of abundance which was forced upon me and any attempt to side step this experience would have gone against everything I believe in. And it just now strikes me that this is the irony…what I truly believe in is Abundance! I believe that each of us has a right to have their basic needs fulfilled. Yet currently the majority must suffer in order to attempt to fulfill these needs. That is counter-intuitive. And immoral. And the antithesis of Abundance.

While our systems of government/politics and finance/economics twists us into a moral personnel dilemma about paying your own way, “personal responsibility” even–the higher truth that underlies it is: every Being deserves to have their basic needs met. That has very strong political and economic implications, if we were to let that little secret out…so we plant seeds of doubt and judgment toward demonstrations of true abundance–even our own.

Ah well, not my problem anymore. I’ll leave it to the rest of these blooming cocoons to awaken to this themselves… now let’s see what’s going on over here…….

We are the Rainbow People: Fulfilling Inca Prophecy

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The Inca Prophecy
by Peruvian Spiritual Messenger Willaru Huayta

“We have been waiting five hundred years. The Inca prophecies say that now, in this age, when the eagle of the North and the condor of the South fly together, the Earth will awaken. The eagles of the North cannot be free without the condors of the South.

Now it’s happening. Now is the time. The Aquarian Age is an era of light, an age of awakening, an age of returning to natural ways. Our generation is here to help begin this age, to prepare through different schools to understand the message of the heart, intuition, and nature. Native people speak with the Earth. When consciousness awakens, we can fly high like the eagle, or like the condor…

Ultimately, you know, we are all native, because the word native comes from nature, and we are all parts of Mother nature. She is inside us, and we are inside her. We depend totally on the Earth, the Sun, and the Water. We belong to the evolution of nature in our physical bodies. But we also have a spiritual body that comes from the Sun, not the Sun you can see with two eyes, but another Sun that lies in another dimension, a golden Sun burning with the fire of spiritual light. The inner light of humans emanates from this spiritual source. We came to Earth from this Sun to have experiences on Earth, and eventually we will return to this Sun. We are Children of the Sun.

The most important thing now is to awaken the consciousness in a positive form. The ascended masters have returned to unify the consciousness of the children of Earth through their messages of unity, harmony and love for this new solar era. We thank the masters of the White Brotherhood for guiding us and facilitating the communication with other worlds in this message to all seekers of the Light.” Look for God in others.“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.” (end)

“In many indigenous cultures, Star beings are called “Rainbow People”, the rainbow race of colors living in peace and harmony on earth. When a Qero high priest from Peru was asked . . . , he explained that the Star Beings/Rainbow People are all of us. We are entering an age of meeting ourselves again, called the Taripaypacha. Our star essence is an elaborate light-coding system in DNA. Our DNA is light, color, and sound. We are re-connecting to our star selves and entering self-empowerment. This allows us to connect our light body with the advanced beings who can guide us to understand more of the higher dimensions of true being and divine light.” – from Stargate by James Jereb

Sinking Into Neutral – (Part II)

I stand on the precipice of a monumental energy change, another exquisite transition, yet clueless as I approached the drop off…whooosh!

Dichotomy all around me! Finally manifesting my overwhelming dream to have a home to build my life within…with outdoor space (which I do not have now), only to suddenly recognize I’m confusing physical comfort and spiritual ease with the long-held “spiritual feel” of my home.

As I sink into neutral, feeling into the spaces of my new home, painted in navy blue, light grays, and mossy greens, with fixtures a deep bronze,  I mentally escape to the porch! Both Honey and I have been mentally getting away to our soon-to-be porch, breathing deeply, sinking into peaceful beingness and the sense of “ahhhh…” [And what are the colors which surround us there? Deep, rich green everywhere, blue, lavender and rose colored slate tiles which make up its foundation, and crisp white ceiling and rails which encircle us…] Will this be enough?? Can I live within the moss, navy, grays and bronze tones?

Is this what I’m supposed to be moving toward???

As I’ve contemplate this impending move and settling into a new home, I’ve begun to recognize the need to bring ME into the space. Part of bring ME is bringing my colors and sensibilities. Clearly there is a degree of integration with the deep earth tones which are too expensive to change (like the new heavy slab granite in the kitchen), but I’m coming to recognize that is the challenge for me… integrating ME, my energy and colors, with the grounded, earthy tones and frequencies, that to some degree I may have been resisting for quite some time.

For those of you who may be reading this and think I’m just speaking about decorating, please step back and recognize that this is merely an outer manifestation of the shifting vibrational frequencies of great change.

Sinking Into Neutral… (Part I)

You just have no idea!

My life has done a 180 in 6 weeks time!! I went from chronic exhaustion to boundless energy for a multi-verse of major life changes–simultaneously! And I can still laugh, and talk and joke and seem to be able to handle it all.

Every step along the way has had its miracle, has created a spiritual thesis of sorts, handling this multi-verse of experiences pretty much in tact–by trusting, by feeling the signs, and being able to instantly suss out the next best action to spin into motion… until another sign comes along.

And now I have had an awakening that I’ve been feeling bubbling up for several days: I’m sinking into neutral…and I feel like I’m suffocating.  A literal embodiment of buying a new home which is “upgraded with neutrals.” While I can see beauty in them, I feel they draw the life energy from me!

So this evening I stand in my pastel blue,  lavender and white bathroom, thinking about my lavender-white colored living room, and deep green and white bedroom balanced with a wood clad wall… I recognize the ethereal space I created here which I loved…but have also been suffocating in (size and breadth)… and what I’ve been feeling for days and hit me full force tonight…after years of relentless inner craving for a larger home and outdoor space…I have one, just like that…and I’m surrounded by earth-tones. (Gasp!)

For days my husband I have been talking about how to make it our own…and even he expressed the desire to paint our new bedroom the same color as we’ve had it for years! And as I contemplate the changes I’d like to make to this room and that…I begin to question, am I supposed to be bringing that energy to the new house? Some how I feel…No. Yet that is not what my ego wants!  What? My ego?? Really??? I’m not seeing how in this moment…but I feel that is truth.

Okay,  now I’m confused!

Did I say “an Upgrade to NEUTRAL”????? ! Are you/Am I saying that the mass’ love affair with Neutral is an Upgrade?? Now I don’t mean to offend, but I have long felt strongly (really, STRONGLY?…could be ego…hhmmm) that Neutral has a low vibrational frequency. This is going to take me quite a while to feel my way through!!!

NOW showing everywhere: The Road to Idols

It’s so clear to me now, this road we’ve all witnessed. Another journey we’ve been on together. Did we know when we boarded, at such a necessary time for feeling good again, precisely 9 months after that fateful September day…

I don’t think so…

Looking back at the innocence of contestants, host(s),  judges… even the audiences took on a whole different feel over the years. It’s morphed into the scene everyone wants in on… and well beyond. From t-shirt and jeans auditions which ran 4 and 5 weeks into performance shows, to gowns and rhinestones in Hollywood week. From 2 out of ten great singers which could reasonably have won, to 8 out of 10 great singers equally vying for the crown.

And the finales. Yes…

The first finale, a high school production. Innocent, and filled with a gazillion sparks of excitement and anticipation. And the tears…the raw emotion…by Kelly, the judges, the audience…and me. We all adopted Kelly. But my how they’ve changed.

From high school musical to Emmy show knock-offs. From allowing the contestants to sing a few notes along side their Idols, to awkward joint performances, to Idol’s two Idols singing as equals, bringing the past and the future into the present. How awesome.

No more awesome than experiencing the demonstration of singing and performing with experience shining through talent, rather than talent as a blank canvas which has yet to feel of the colors of the song… Side-by-side each highlighting the beauty of the other. Celebrate that which unifies. Celebrate the differences.

Between the poking self-awareness about whose exit is Most Shocking, “Special” Relationship? and the effervescent self-awareness of each participant, is there still more to recognize?? These future Idols slip into character like a hand in a glove, through these finale vignettes. Clearly they bring a new dimension of talent to Idol, ones Justin and Kelly simply lacked.

And what of those Idols of the past, where did they come from, and why does it still light a fire where none has burned in decades? Acceptance, appreciation…the future, those kids, carry an appreciation for that which even their parents may not know. They feel it. They groove it. They LOVE it. And it shows.

And what of the panel? Randy, who has gotten into a rut of creating the phrase of the season, to be played back as a standing joke that played out weeks ago. Or J Lo, the updated, though looking-toward-out-going version of Paula. The singer as Music Video artist  that’s more focused on the entire experience than vocals. The rose between the thrones.

And then there’s Steven. From “fun” bleeps and bizarre Taylorisms, he’d give us pieces here and there, with his sound and rock persona. Then a performance, something new… still unknown. Full stop. Here it is, that “really great song!” Is that him?? Never quite piecing it together, or remembering for more than an instant…until the finale. Yes, it’s THAT guy. Clearly I was not cool. I didn’t listen to that. Or know his name. Or remember what Aerosmith sang. So why is it now such a great song?


Then it was not appealing, not to me. Or my husband. Why now then? Without even realizing it we were now being treated to the soundtrack of our lives. Somehow echoing through the fabric of our past, even those vibes we did not consciously seek out, we  now fully embrace and revere. [That would explain some of the musical taste of our grandparents and great-grandparents!]  Thanks for linking a resisted past with an all-embracing future.

The energies being pulled along from the consciousness of the past and rippling out from the future, merging in the now.

Now showing everywhere.

Burned By the Future

For as long as I can remember I have projected much of my focus into the future. As I grew spiritually I moved from simply fantasizing about it, to using much discussed tools to create the reality I wanted, draw the future in, envisioning, preparing and so forth. All the while I struggled to balance this with living in the now. Yeah, I know… mega contradiction.

There was a time when I had a fair amount of attention on the past, getting stuck on old creations, but I managed to release that years ago. The future though still claimed me, that’s is until about one month ago. I managed to create the ideal future reality that was such a perfect reflection of “me” that it was tailor made. All the pieces were in place, ready to manifest in the now, but for those annoying little details that keep that-there from showing up in this-now.

There were signs all along that at the very least, this (as in ‘now’) is not the time for that particular reality to be. Then last month I was forced to face the facts that these realities were not going to intersect, not in this-now. The hammer fell, once, twice, and then again, that the “reality” of this-here and this-now was going to prevail. This was a very, very hard pill to swallow, as this future-now felt perfect-for-me (at least according to my ego-self). The final blow came the night before my birthday with devastating finality. The result for me was less depressing and more numbing–now what? [Interesting phrase, “NOW what?”] Exactly!

Since then I have been left floating in NOW what. Whenever any residual pull to projecting ahead tempts me, I feel the sting of rejection, for lack of a better word, so very profoundly, that I pull back out of sheer self-preservation–forced by my recent pain reflexes to back away from any attempts to project into a future — self-created or not. So the NOW has won — perhaps by default, perhaps through the wisdom of my Celestial Self whom I consciously chose to fully embody and put in charge of ‘my’ life just before the hammer banged my ideal future into the ground. (I realize I’m really mixing my metaphors here, but just go with it 😉 )

I am comforted by the knowing that living in the NOW is truly the only way to LIVE — it’s just new for me, to feel cut off from that which has been my steady diet — a diet of creating, envisioning, and living in my head…

SIGH… For NOW, that is over.

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