Posts Tagged ‘personal transformation’

the creative word

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

‘The infinite potencies of sound derive from the Creative Word, Aum, the cosmic vibratory power behind all atomic energies. Any word spoken with clear realization and deep concentration has a materializing value. Loud or silent repetition of inspiring words has been found effective in Coueism and similar systems of psychotherapy; the secret lies in the stepping-up of the mind’s vibratory rate.’

Paramahansa Yogananda, footnote from Autobiography of a Yogi

I suspect most of us underestimate the power of the spoken word. We don’t think twice about giving words of encouragement to a friend or loved one when required, and yet how often do we take the time to encourage ourselves? The technique of remembering a name or word on the tip of the tongue when consciously stating ‘it will come back to me in a minute’, is the same technique that can be applied to instructing our mind, body & spirit to self-mastery.
Likewise, negative thoughts or suggestions, whether about the self, or aimed at another, has the potential for real harm. When one ponders the true power of the word, that it carries a vibration, an energy, the realization dawns that being present in the moment, being super-conscious of our every thought and spoken word is creation at its most potent.
Think inspiring thoughts.
Say something nice to yourself, and keep saying it.

V

lifequake

Friday, December 18th, 2009

"Anyone feel that power surge?"

"Anyone feel that power surge?"

Like many of us around the UK this morning, I woke up to snow flakes fluttering past my window and a view that’s whiter than usual. There’s an air of optimism that arrives with snow which prompts reflection, and we are in that time of year already with only two weeks left of 2009.
This has been a tough year. Now there’s an understatement. It’s been a tough year for everyone I know, in every conceivable way. 2009 carries 11 energy, the energy of illumination, of dismantling. This is the year that shook our foundations with might, and we now look about us to survey the rubble. Some things were so out of kilter they were begging to be pulled down, just breath gently and it collapses before our very eyes. Other things have taken something a little stronger on the Richter scale, and we’ve all felt it’s vibrations. Organizations, jobs and relationships are the three big ones that have taken a hammering this year.
If you’ve surfed through it all, wondering what all the fuss is about, it’s probably because you’re one of those rare individuals that follows your heart; you were already in the right place, at the right time. The rest of us? Well, there’s a sliding scale of carnage, from a mere graze to outright destruction. The pain we experience is conversely proportional to how much of our truth we have been living over the past few months and years. If you’re in victim mode, know one thing, it ain’t over. However, if you’re asking the right questions of yourself, and taking responsibility for what you have created in your life, rest assured that help is on it’s way, and the cavalry will appear from the most unexpected places, and in the most magical of ways. The more in harmony we are with our own personal truth, the easier the ride.
In the meantime, let your hair down, relax, we’ve made it through another year in one piece… kinda. Know that 2010, energetically speaking, is one of divine organization; in layman’s terms we are receiving a divine helping hand to re-organize our lives in such a way that will bring us a greater feeling of joy and fulfillment. Do yourself a favour if you haven’t done so already, get consciously co-creating. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, google it, read about it, put it into practice; conscious co-creation… it’s time to take responsibility for our own happiness.

V

the morning post no.5

Friday, December 18th, 2009

Ghandi, because he had renounced the outer trappings, couldn’t be grabbed anywhere in the usual places. Those in power couldn’t threaten him with losing his job, house, family, or even with imprisonment and death… detachment renders the use of power impotent… At this stage of inner growth, the power of going inward is veiled; there is darkness and a cloud of unknowing. Yet somehow the pull toward spirit is real. For all the outer sacrifices, something seems to have been gained. What that something is becomes clear later; at this moment there is a period of adjustment as the person accommodates to a new world so different from that of every day.

Deepak Chopra, How To Know God

second attention

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

…we all inhabit more than one level of reality at the same time.

First attention organizes the surface of life; second attention organizes the deeper levels. Intuition and wisdom both grow out of second attention and therefore cannot be compared to ordinary thinking… A gut feeling is as close to the oracle of Delphi as many people are going to get. That we can bypass reason to gain insight is certainly true. Intuition involves no cogitation or working through. Like lightening, it flashes across the mind, carrying with it a sense of rightness that defies explanation.

The big question is how we can learn to trust second attention… Once you start identifying with the knower – that part of yourself that is intuitive, wise, and perfectly at home in the quantum world – then God assumes a new shape. He turns from all-powerful to all-knowing… You will never trust your intuition until you identify with it. Self-esteem enters here. At the earlier stages of inner growth, a person is esteemed who belongs to the group and upholds its values. If the knower within tries to object, he is stifled. Intuition actually becomes an enemy, because it has a nasty habit of saying things you aren’t supposed to hear.

“You will know a lot about human motivation once you realize one thing: ninety-nine percent of humanity spends ninety-nine percent of their time trying to avoid painful truths.”

A person who has arrived at stage four long ago gave up group values. The enticements of war, competition, the stock market, fame, and wealth have faded. Being stranded in isolation is not a good fate, however, and so the knower within comes to the rescue. He provides a new source of self-esteem based upon things that cannot be known any other way… the emptiness of outward life is rendered irrelevant because a new voyage has commenced. The wise are not sitting around contemplating how wise they are; they are flying through space and time, guided on a soul journey that nothing can impede. The hunger to be alone… comes from sheer suspense. The person cannot wait to find out what comes next in the unfolding of the soul’s drama… Someone who still felt burdened with guilt and shame, however, would never embark on the voyage. You don’t have to be perfect to try to reach the angels, but you do have to be able to live with yourself and keep your own company for long stretches of time…

The disciple could also have no idea of the excitement felt by the master, because from the outside there is no sign… God leaves no traces in the material world… you find yourself fascinated with God, not because you need protection or comfort, but because you are a hunter after his quarry. The chase is all the more challenging when the prey leaves no tracks in the snow.
…fate becomes a pressing. The person has experienced enough instances when “an invisible hand” must be at work. The instances may be small, but there is no turning away from them.
After paying enough attention (always the key word) you begin to see that events form patterns; you see that they also hold lessons or messages or signs – the outer world somehow is trying to communicate – and then you see that these outer events are actually symbols for inner events… Wisdom consists of being comfortable with certainty and uncertainty… life is spontaneous, yet it has a plan; events come as a surprise, yet they have inexorable logic. Strangely, wisdom often arrives only after thinking is over. Instead of turning a situation over from every angle, one arrives at a point where simplicity dawns. In the presence of a wise person one can feel an interior calm, alive and breathing its own atmosphere, that needs no outside validation. The ups and downs of existence are all one. The New Testament calls this “the peace that passes understanding,” because it goes beyond thinking – no amount of mental churning will get you there.
…a state where all love is included in one love. Such an aim is hard to achieve, and most people don’t even see it’s value… Since infancy we have all gained security from having one mother, one father, our own friends, one spouse, a family of our own; this sense of attachment reflects a lifelong need for support… the whole support structure melts away – the person is left to get support internally, from the self. Self-acceptance becomes the way to God… It isn’t a cold, heartless detachment but a kind of expansion that no longer needs to distinguish between me and you, yours and mine, what I want and what you want. Such dualities make perfect sense to the ego, yet… the goal is to get beyond boundaries. If that involves giving up the old support systems, the person willingly pays the price. The soul journey is guided by an inner passion that demands its own fulfillment.

There are no victims.
Everything is well ordered; things happen as they should.
Random events are guided by a higher wisdom.
Chaos is an illusion; there is total order to all events.
Nothing happens without a reason.

Deepak Chopra, an exert from Stage Four, How To Know God

To quote The Pretenders classic, Spiritual High, ‘a state of independence shall be…’. This exert from Deepak Chopra’s How To Know God illustrates humanity’s greatest challenge, if we are to evolve to the next ordained state of being. We stand poised at the edge of this particular cliff, in a time of profound change, we are in fear of letting go of all that we have known. Apollinaire’s words seem especially poignant;

Come to the edge
We can’t. We are afraid.
Come to the edge.
We can’t. We will fall!

Come to the edge.

And they came.
And he pushed them.

And they flew.

Guillaume Apollinaire


At the entrance to the oracle chamber at Delphi is an inscription:

Know Thyself

We all have the ability to fly, and I don’t just mean you, or me, I mean all of us. The only requirement is that we simply choose to do so.

V

a new stage

Monday, November 30th, 2009

The important issue is psychological. How much fear are you willing to live with? When this hurdle is cleared, when personal integrity is more important than being accepted within the system, a new stage begins.

Deepak Chopra, How To Know God

the morning post no.4

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

11:11:11

The next step in human evolution is not inevitable, but for the first time in the history of our planet, it can be a conscious choice.

Who is making that choice?

You are.

And who are you?

Consciousness that has become conscious of itself.

Your inner purpose is to awaken. It is as simple as that.

You share that purpose with every other person on the planet – because it is the purpose of humanity.

Eckhart Tolle

The 11th day of the 11th month, in a year that carries 11 energy, I’m stopping at 11:11am to think about what I’d like for our planet, for humanity, for our future. I hope you do the same.

Love, Light & Peace on Earth.

V

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ARTICLE link

11:11 This Is Your Wake-Up Call

Meditation 11:11


Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Thursday, November 5th, 2009

Jonathan Livingston SeagullThe saying goes that when the student is ready, the teacher appears. My latest teacher is a bird that goes by the name of Jonathan Livingston Seagull.

‘…it is right for a gull to fly, that freedom is the very nature of his being, that whatever stands against that freedom must be set aside, be it ritual or superstition or limitation in any form.
“Set aside,” came a voice from the multitude, “even if it be the Law of the Flock?”
“The only true law is that which leads to freedom,” Jonathan said. “There is no other.”

…the most important thing in living was to reach out and touch perfection in that which they most loved to do, and that was to fly.’ Jonathan Livingston Seagull cover

Someone very clever said to me recently, we have to fly, don’t we?

Yes, I believe we do.

V

Jonathan Livingston Seagull is a book by Richard Bach. First published in 1970, the cover illustration has really stood the test of time, as have the interior images, photographed by Russell Munson… deceivingly simple in their beauty. This little book is a treasure.

In Formation, Jonathan Livingston Seagull


a walk in the dark

Sunday, November 1st, 2009

A Walk In The Dark

Last night, in the spirit of Halloween, I walked into the darkness of How It Is, the Miroslaw Balka installation at Tate Modern. Moving up the ramp and into the blackness, slowly placing one foot in front of the other, I was hyper-aware of the symbolic significance of this experience. Balka writes;

How shall I move forward? you might ask yourself, as you stand at the threshold, confronted by the darkness ahead. The unknown can be terrifying, especially if it is also without light. How you approach it is unique, as your first encounter with anything can only ever be as an individual. Staring ahead into the black void may make you wonder whether to move ahead at all.

entrance to the void

How It Is was inspired by the Samuel Beckett novel by the same name, published in 1964. Beckett conjures the image of a ‘man lying panting in the mud and dark murmuring his ‘life’ as he hears it obscurely uttered by a voice inside him… The noise of his panting fills his ears and it is only when this abates that he can catch and murmur forth a fragment of what is being stated within… It is in the third part that occurs the so-called voice ‘quaqua’, its interiorisation and murmuring forth when the panting stops. That is to say the ‘I’ is from the outset in the third part and the first and second, though stated as heard in the present, already over.’

The title How It Is, is a translation of the original French, Comment C’est, a play on words meaning to begin. So what is the character actually beginning? Could it be a new way of being?

HOW IT ISA contemporary version of the man crawling through self-imposed mud to finally emerge liberated, is the Guy Ritchie movie Revolver. The main character, Jason Green, finds himself committing to a journey that requires a heavy dose of faith only to be faced with the ultimate challenge of confronting his worst enemy in his most feared environment (a lift), his worst enemy being his very own ego. The lift, a perfect metaphor for spiritual elevation, cuts out in between floors, and Green is forced to face himself in total darkness. This is his purgatory, in which Green battles with personal demons, to emerge without fear, purified, with inner-strength to sink battle-ships.

Beckett’s I that is already over would appear to be the process of dismantling the ego in order to begin again in a new way, free from the mind-induced sufferings that plague us, most commonly rooted in fear. The problem is that not many of us are prepared to consciously confront our fears, and so life has a way of organising itself to make sure that we do. If it were without purpose, then we may be justified in our sense of victimhood, however, that would be to miss the entire point of life, the great transformer.HOW IT IS Balka How else does one expand emotionally and spiritually, other than to live out our experiences?
The most crippling of all is the fear of fear itself, the fear of living.
How many of us have lived in dread of a certain something, only to discover peace on the other side? How much time and energy do we waste worrying ourselves into an early grave? And can you imagine the possibilities if we were to drop our fears, by facing them head on, until they fall away like ash? Who could we be then?
Ceremonial darkness is an ancient shamanic tool for stalking the self, still being practised all over the world today, as a way of learning to see in the dark with our spirit self, rather than our often misguided senses, so that we may navigate through life from a position of self-knowing, and therefore truth. Darkness, for the Ancient Egyptians, was the The Hidden Place known as Amenta, a land between the earth and the heavens, whereby purification of the Self would be thorough and ruthless. This is a symbolic journey of transformation where the Self dies to the earthly world and is reborn conscious of its spiritual reality, ascending from the darkness, a creative spirit freed from the bondage of illusion.
Be Your Own Light In The Dark

The darkness, or void conjures in us the fear of the unknown, and as Balka states, it makes us wonder whether to move ahead at all. Why bother moving forward, I’m absolutely dandy where I am, right?
We can choose to stand still, but for how long? Over how many lifetimes? And at what cost too ourselves? Consider the effect of a dam on the river’s flow, where’s the freedom in that?

So here we stand, at the mouth of the void, in a year where dismantling the status quo seems to be the order of the day, how shall we move forward?

Be your own light in the darkness. Know that life springs eternal from the great void, there are new opportunities for us that we can’t quite make out from our current vantage point. Our approach is all important, we can either stand rooted to the spot in abject fear of the unknown, or we can choose to put our best foot forward with courage, in the knowledge that whatever we encounter, we will emerge a stronger, wiser, more spiritually-adjusted individual that knows no fear. Now that’s liberation.

V

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learning to fly

Friday, October 30th, 2009


What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.

Richard Bach

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Michael’s prayer

Thursday, October 29th, 2009

Michael’s Prayer

Prayer of Thy Healing Angels,
That is carried from God by Michael, Thy Archangel.
Pour out, Thy Healing Angels,
Thy Heavenly Host upon me,
And upon those that I love,
Let me feel the beam of Thy
Healing Angels upon me,
The light of Your Healing Hands.
I will let Thy Healing begin,
Whatever way God grants it,
Amen.

Lorna Byrne, Angels in my Hair

A healing prayer given to Lorna by Archangel Michael.

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And upon those that I love.



let go to grow

Monday, October 26th, 2009

Let Go To Grow

Strap lines, frankly speaking, get on my nerves. However, this one seems quite appropriate at this particular time, coined last night with a little divine inspiration, while messing around with The Book of Doors divination.
Around this time two years ago, a certain individual (who used to drive me up the wall and across the ceiling in a head-twisting kind of way) sat me down post a much testosterone-fuelled board meeting and said ‘Ves, this is the year you learn to let go’. If it wasn’t for the fact that his words reverberated through me like an almighty gong, I would have decked him right there. But I didn’t. Why? Because he was extremely and annoyingly… right. Damn it.
Ausar, a Neter of the Egyptian dead, while also being the god of regenerative power on account of his connection with Phi (the golden proportion), is associated with Saturn’s cycle of death and transformation. Have you ever thought about what you would take with you on your journey to the other side, if you could? Well, I highly recommend this particular thought-express. I was gently guided through this process many years ago during my first Reiki initiation, and I discovered on the second round of meditation, that the journey was a heck of a lot easier without clinging to stuff that weighs us down unnecessarily.
Our current reality is one of 3-D, or at least, that’s our perception. Ours is the life of matter, albeit moving into aether, we are still getting attached to stuff… photos, cars, even people. Most definitely people. Brass tacks, it all boils down to attachment, and often, our attachments are formed for not entirely kosher reasons; like fear of change. The trick is to recognise it. Wouldn’t life be a lot simpler if we choose according to that which contributes to our greater sense of genuine joy, rather than need, or fear?

...and breath.
…and breath.

The snake sheds it’s skin, highly symbolic of regenerative power. We experience a mini-death to rise like the phoenix from the ashes, a shinier, better, stronger version of ourselves, a resurrection if you will. Our experiences meld with our DNA, our Akash, and this is the only luggage we truly require on this particular mind-bending voyage.
I’ve been letting go of stuff all my life, while acquiring new stuff… like we all do, every day of our lives. However, today, I let go of something very close to my heart for one reason alone, because I’ve finally figured out that I deserve better.

And so do you.

V

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better place

Saturday, September 5th, 2009

Better Place

The Sun’s evening light benevolent to all,
distances diminished as if in space
Senses ring with elation,
seaweed crunching,
a shimmer in the sand
A thousand feathered souls soar hypnotic thermals
Promises from the sea call out
Time stilled to it’s rightful place
I cry in the presence of the moment
Perfection floods me with joy
Forever aware of this magical place

Now I belong, committed to share.

Abner

tern of the stamp

Monday, August 31st, 2009
Happy Christmas!

Happy Christmas!

Tern of the Stamp

When it comes to esoteric and spiritual information, I have a voracious appetite, as my friends will testify. One particular book (in two parts) arrived on my path late last year, packed with everything from sacred geometry to ancient Egyptian mysteries, and delivered in such a way as one does when one has loads to say and can’t get it out quick enough.
I made it through the first book, absorbing what I felt to be of value to me, while making a commitment to finish the series. I’m pretty open-minded, you kind of have to be when casting your net a little further than the eye can see, but even my elasticated limits of esoterica were being stretched to breaking-point by this particular collection of ideas.
I was exasperated!
And I made it known… I slammed shut the second book and addressed the guys behind the curtain in no uncertain terms;

give me a break! why am I reading this? what could this possibly bring to my life? what are you trying to tell me? is this about resurrection, or ascension, or what? why are you making me read this? what relevance? i don’t understand!!! aarrrrhhhggggg!’

Needless to say, the book stayed closed for the night and I went to sleep.

My consciousness re-surfaced the following Saturday morning, by dragging my arse to Islington, still half-asleep. It was a beautiful crisp winter’s day, not a cloud in the sky and the air was peaceful and warm. I had some time on my hands and decided to take a wander through the antique market stalls. After my senses received their fix of bric-a-brac colour, I stopped at the edge of a stall selling old stamps, and pondered ‘where to next’?
A lady with a pushchair hailed the stamp man ‘think this may be one of yours!’ she hollered, pointing to my feet, then whizzing off like Michael Schumacher. I looked down to see a stamp not more than my own shoe size away, and nodded at the stamp man to confirm that, yes, there was definitely something stamp-like on the ground. Stamp man shuffled over as I reached down to pick it up, and it was in this magical moment of handing over the renegade bit of postage that my brain engaged with the image, and realization struck like love at first sight; here was an image of a white bird soaring above the ocean, and the word Ascension, written below it.
‘That’s a beautiful stamp’, I said, ‘very beautiful actually’, as my brain caught up with the significance of the moment, my jaw moving up and down like some out-of-control puppet. If it were a cartoon, I’d be rubbing my eyes with wonder. Stamp man handed the paper-flake back to me, ‘keep it… it’s yours, Happy Christmas!’

Punch-drunk, I walked to S&M for breakfast, clutching this little miracle in my hand, my whole world of knowledge, belief and perception having been turned over in the most magnificent way.

fairy tern
Of all the creatures we share our world with, the bird holds special significance for me because it represents freedom, particularly spiritual, as does the ocean. The bird on the stamp is a Fairy Tern, or manu-o-Ku (Honolulu), Hawaii’s official bird since 2007. The significance of this part of the world will not go unnoticed to those who share an affinity for the legends of Lemuria.
Make of it what you will, luck, coincidence, right place right time, synchronicity, fairies, angels, ancestors, spirit guides, or Great Spirit, our labels are of little consequence. The only thing that matters is whether we are prepared to be open-minded enough to consider other possibilities that extend beyond our human senses, possibilities that stretch us to consider that perhaps we are more than we know.

V

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hole in the heart

Monday, August 17th, 2009

Construction boards have been up on Brewer Street for some time, however on Saturday, a couple were down for worker access. I was instantly mesmerised by the revelatory scene; a gigantic hole in the middle of Piccadilly. Beyond Air Street the entire block is out to lunch, as deep as it is wide. Half-finished buildings tower with embarrassing exposure and The Devonshire Arms and Piccadilly Theatre are in perfect view as the crow flies.
I dodged motorbike couriers to get a closer look, and while satisfying my voyeuristic tendencies, I pondered why I should find this exposé so engrossing.
I realised it had to do with a change in perspective, seeing in a new light, as it were. Here was this gaping hole in the heart of London, a sublime picture of destruction and chaos in space, and yet it’s very existence is the effect of someone’s cause; a vision in motion.
The old is removed brick by brick, wall by wall, building by building, to make way for the new. The destruction appears messy, deceptively chaotic, frightening even, and yet exhilarating all in one. A metaphor for change, this snap-shot hole in the heart allowed me to view the dark with the light, the yin and the yang, the balance. How else does one implement real change? That which no longer serves us must be cleared away to make room for expansion, for growth, like pruning the apple tree in autumn.
It’s our very human tendency to focus on the destruction which plagues us with fear and doubt, the consequences of which are potentially devastating. We become paralysed in the status quo, preferring our security blanket of the known, rather than choosing to take those critical steps forward in transforming our own lives. And yet, if we could only shift our focus to our vision of lasting happiness, knowing for certain that spring always brings blossom to the apple tree, how much more courageous could we be? And how much happier?
Destruction is part of the creative process, and it need not be fearful or dangerous. When viewed in balance, spoken in truth and handled with love, anything is possible.

V

tie a knot

Friday, August 14th, 2009

Franklin D. Roosevelt once said “when you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on”.
Certain moments bring opportunity to move beyond self, and it’s what we choose in these moments that stretch, expand and ultimately define us. Simple enough in principle… an absolute *%^&?! in practice.
We’ve all got our emotional triggers like clandestine Pandora’s pirouetting in the wings; all it takes is a gentle nudge to trip her up and watch her fly, landing unceremoniously in full view of the audience. Spot lighted of course!
Embarrassing?
Totally.
Want to run for cover?
Yep.
Instant drama, like instant coffee, leaves a bitter taste of regret. But why should we feel embarrassed about our own shortcomings? I mean, this is our learning mechanism right? Why be shy about the undeniable fact that we humans are fallible? We say, and do, really daft-arse things… and predictably at the worst possible moment.

And so I dust myself off, quit self-flagellating, and resolve to be a better version of me.
Rosy.
Right up until the moment Pandora makes her next, even more spectacular entrance, like Kato, catching me completely off-guard, and I’m back on my butt.
So now what?
I dust myself off…again, and resolve to be a better version of me.

Tie a knot. Hang on.

V