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I just want to express within the hallowed space of a public blog that I CAN NOT START WRITING!!!!!
Exhale. Deep breath. Longer exhale. I'm in my second NaNoWriMo. This time tackling, from scratch, the novel I've been talking about since 2007. Out wit the old chapters, in with the new inspiration. By November 30th, it'll be done. Just one thing...I haven't started.
I'm sitting at the computer. I'm stuck. This is why I did the Landmark Forum in 2008. I make this doggone thing so doggone significant. My Evil Ego Twin, she's a real you-know-what. She's on my shoulder insisting I am simply not big enough, not good enough and definitely not ready to take on THIS novel. It's too big and I am too small. Who do I think I am? A writer? "Hah!!" She laughs.
That's my Evil Ego Twin. I just needed to share her with you. We're wrestling over my integrity, my life.
My promise is to write 2000 words tonight. Her promise is that I'll be stopped by insecurity.
Thank God I know who wins.
It's great to allow my Evil Ego Twin to be heard outside my head. She seems small when I type her out and share. When I let her run free in the darkness of my fears and doubts she's large enough to disable.
Check out my page and progress throughout the month of November. I'll begin updating my word count after November 10th.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Heaven on Earth
My first night and morning alone in over a month. I'm not gonna say marriage isn't for me, but waking up to only my thoughts and Chocolate sleeping at my feet seems closest to how imagine my mornings in heaven.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
The philosophy: Wish Only Well
I've only glanced around the main site. A first glance saw nothing that disturbed me, but I am not promoting the site. I just stumbled on the philosophy while checking on a recount of the 100th Monkey story.
A short version of the story is that there were monkeys on an island. A few learned to wash their sweet potatoes before eating them. (Sometimes the story is told around monkeys being taught to wash coconuts by researchers after a nuclear bomb was detonated on a Pacific island repopulated with monkeys to see how they fare.)
The young learn. Their parents learn. A few family members learn. At some point, parabolically, the 100th monkey on the island learns it. Suddenly, the entire population of island monkeys do the same. Instantaneously. Mass transformation. A new morphogenetic field that they all now have access to and/or live inside.
As a human being, if this is so, my daily thoughts and actions contribute to the growth and development of my species.
Even if my actions don't transform the world, they transform the world of those around me and with whom I interact. Reason enough to be purposeful, deliberate, loving and free.
I've only glanced around the main site. A first glance saw nothing that disturbed me, but I am not promoting the site. I just stumbled on the philosophy while checking on a recount of the 100th Monkey story.
A short version of the story is that there were monkeys on an island. A few learned to wash their sweet potatoes before eating them. (Sometimes the story is told around monkeys being taught to wash coconuts by researchers after a nuclear bomb was detonated on a Pacific island repopulated with monkeys to see how they fare.)
The young learn. Their parents learn. A few family members learn. At some point, parabolically, the 100th monkey on the island learns it. Suddenly, the entire population of island monkeys do the same. Instantaneously. Mass transformation. A new morphogenetic field that they all now have access to and/or live inside.
As a human being, if this is so, my daily thoughts and actions contribute to the growth and development of my species.
Even if my actions don't transform the world, they transform the world of those around me and with whom I interact. Reason enough to be purposeful, deliberate, loving and free.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Healing with color. How it works.
Recently, I made prayer a consistent part of my daily life. At first, it was weird. All I'd ever seen were people who would speak a name, identify a need, a wish or an outcome and perhaps add a scripture or other authenticating phrase requesting God to intervene. For me, this was flat. Let me confess up front that I am not gifted with quick references to the Word.
I see colors, a representation of vibrations. Vibrations being a representation of health. I might begin praying for a friend in words, asking that she have peace in her life given that she is stressed beyond her coping mechanisms. As I say this prayer in words, I begin to see her with a flash of pink around the outside of her frame. Then red begins to stand out on her body and it locates itself quite clearly on her left side, center. I don't try to figure out what it represents or if it is some particular organ, I just notice it.
The next thing that happens is I'm lead to bring in some other color in a very particular way. Bolts of yellow just along the outer edges of the red. They push into the red and release it through her central nervous system to the top of her head where suddenly I sense an indigo that absorbs the red and transforms it into a green or pink or golden rays that emanate from her body. Don't get too caught up on the particulars that I described since it is a fictitious representation of the types of things that have been happening lately.
The best was yesterday. Two new things happened.
First, a new color. I was praying for someone. Archangel Michael was present and guiding me. I let my ego step aside to watch what happened before my mind's eye. There was a rust-red-gold-brown color that I have never seen before. It is a color that does not exist for us. Don't worry too-much if it sounds other-worldly. The simple science of color is that the spectrum we see is quite circumscribed relative to what exists along the electromagnetic spectrum. My mind's eye perceived this new color washing away energy at this person's feet. Of course, I speculate on what's happening, but there is no way to truly know. It is fabulous just to witness it in the way I do.
Second, a new healing. I've been confronted for a couple days now. God has been forcing me to clean out a few lingering old habits that I was taking my time giving up. Evidently I didn't hear the timer pop. Play time is over. I heard that my healing talents were needed and my pussyfooting around and playing with them as if they are a cute little hobby needs to end. With that, to emphasize the importance, I suddenly saw an image of a man I truthfully did not recognize. I'd like to say it is someone I don't know. What's more accurate is that I did not recognize this person in the state in which their vibrational shadow appeared to me.
It was filled with and blotches of black. I let the colors do their thing and acted as facilitator. Yellow lightning bolts struck at the outer aura loosening up the black blotches. Green and yellow attached to the red to transmute it. Soon, I began to see cracks in the overall aura such that a new glow of yellow tinged with a radiant glow of an unrecognized pink-purple began to glow like a sun. Intuitively I knew an illness was getting cleared out and most likely a mental illness. I understood, again intuitively, that this is a three year process.
In his real life, this healing process may look like fortuitous meetings with a person who refers him to a better doctor than the one he's been seeing. It might be as mundane as urges to exercise suddenly followed in the second year and later discovering a supplement that his brain function for the best, ushering a new period of optimized health.
I have no idea how it works.
I'm just delighted to play around in what some might call my active imagination. I call it the energetic field.
I see colors, a representation of vibrations. Vibrations being a representation of health. I might begin praying for a friend in words, asking that she have peace in her life given that she is stressed beyond her coping mechanisms. As I say this prayer in words, I begin to see her with a flash of pink around the outside of her frame. Then red begins to stand out on her body and it locates itself quite clearly on her left side, center. I don't try to figure out what it represents or if it is some particular organ, I just notice it.
The next thing that happens is I'm lead to bring in some other color in a very particular way. Bolts of yellow just along the outer edges of the red. They push into the red and release it through her central nervous system to the top of her head where suddenly I sense an indigo that absorbs the red and transforms it into a green or pink or golden rays that emanate from her body. Don't get too caught up on the particulars that I described since it is a fictitious representation of the types of things that have been happening lately.
The best was yesterday. Two new things happened.
First, a new color. I was praying for someone. Archangel Michael was present and guiding me. I let my ego step aside to watch what happened before my mind's eye. There was a rust-red-gold-brown color that I have never seen before. It is a color that does not exist for us. Don't worry too-much if it sounds other-worldly. The simple science of color is that the spectrum we see is quite circumscribed relative to what exists along the electromagnetic spectrum. My mind's eye perceived this new color washing away energy at this person's feet. Of course, I speculate on what's happening, but there is no way to truly know. It is fabulous just to witness it in the way I do.
Second, a new healing. I've been confronted for a couple days now. God has been forcing me to clean out a few lingering old habits that I was taking my time giving up. Evidently I didn't hear the timer pop. Play time is over. I heard that my healing talents were needed and my pussyfooting around and playing with them as if they are a cute little hobby needs to end. With that, to emphasize the importance, I suddenly saw an image of a man I truthfully did not recognize. I'd like to say it is someone I don't know. What's more accurate is that I did not recognize this person in the state in which their vibrational shadow appeared to me.
It was filled with and blotches of black. I let the colors do their thing and acted as facilitator. Yellow lightning bolts struck at the outer aura loosening up the black blotches. Green and yellow attached to the red to transmute it. Soon, I began to see cracks in the overall aura such that a new glow of yellow tinged with a radiant glow of an unrecognized pink-purple began to glow like a sun. Intuitively I knew an illness was getting cleared out and most likely a mental illness. I understood, again intuitively, that this is a three year process.
In his real life, this healing process may look like fortuitous meetings with a person who refers him to a better doctor than the one he's been seeing. It might be as mundane as urges to exercise suddenly followed in the second year and later discovering a supplement that his brain function for the best, ushering a new period of optimized health.
I have no idea how it works.
I'm just delighted to play around in what some might call my active imagination. I call it the energetic field.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Colorful Healings
A short blog to report that since the Angel Reiki attunements, my healing sessions are almost entirely with the use of color.
My intercessory prayers consist primarily of seeing some part of the body in a particular color and recognizing that the color is in need of adjustment. Intuitively, the correct colors make themselves known. It is as if my presence is merely to facilitate their work.
More later...
My intercessory prayers consist primarily of seeing some part of the body in a particular color and recognizing that the color is in need of adjustment. Intuitively, the correct colors make themselves known. It is as if my presence is merely to facilitate their work.
More later...
Monday, May 23, 2011
Timing is the Message
Saturday the world was due to end. I spent the day at a workshop. At the event I learned that they’ll be offering a new workshop entitled: “Direct Access: Creating the Life You Really Want”. I signed up immediately.
The next day I attended a Reiki workshop. Year's ago this same instructor gave me access to a Reiki infused with the energy of the Archangels. Over time and due to other endeavors, the access to the Angelic Wisdom and guidance dissipated. It took a couple years, but the timing was finally right for myself and the instructor and the course was offered yesterday. The energy experienced during the attunement was amazing. Already I’ve begun to see areas for self-healing that were previously hidden from me: For one, my impatience. And, not entirely surprising, my desire not to alienate others or appear too different. This latter helped me appreciate why my intentions to share Reiki are met with an inner resistance to actually put action behind ideas, to lead more classes and heal more individuals. For a single day, it feels like quite a lot of revelation. My practice of Reiki is reinvigorated!
Which brings me to today: My books arrived. Two books assigned as part of the week long study of the Slave Trade in Barbados I'll embark on this July.
The timing is the message!
Saturday, register for Direct Access. Sunday, study Angel Reiki. Monday, readings on the Slave Trade. The universe conspires, again, to use timing to send a message. This year will provide an opportunity for intense healing of self and others. Connections will be made. Ideas will gel. Perhaps books finally written.
What matters to me is reconnection to Spirit, the experience of the Divine. This weekend portends a year of intense growth and development.
Earth is still here and my body still on it, but perhaps the predictions were right. My soul has swept up into a rapturous journey.
The next day I attended a Reiki workshop. Year's ago this same instructor gave me access to a Reiki infused with the energy of the Archangels. Over time and due to other endeavors, the access to the Angelic Wisdom and guidance dissipated. It took a couple years, but the timing was finally right for myself and the instructor and the course was offered yesterday. The energy experienced during the attunement was amazing. Already I’ve begun to see areas for self-healing that were previously hidden from me: For one, my impatience. And, not entirely surprising, my desire not to alienate others or appear too different. This latter helped me appreciate why my intentions to share Reiki are met with an inner resistance to actually put action behind ideas, to lead more classes and heal more individuals. For a single day, it feels like quite a lot of revelation. My practice of Reiki is reinvigorated!
Which brings me to today: My books arrived. Two books assigned as part of the week long study of the Slave Trade in Barbados I'll embark on this July.
The timing is the message!
Saturday, register for Direct Access. Sunday, study Angel Reiki. Monday, readings on the Slave Trade. The universe conspires, again, to use timing to send a message. This year will provide an opportunity for intense healing of self and others. Connections will be made. Ideas will gel. Perhaps books finally written.
What matters to me is reconnection to Spirit, the experience of the Divine. This weekend portends a year of intense growth and development.
Earth is still here and my body still on it, but perhaps the predictions were right. My soul has swept up into a rapturous journey.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Reiki and Writing
What may look like smog to outsiders in the Los Angeles basin, is really a haze of screenplay dreams that we all breathe in and incorporate into our cells. If you are within an hours drive of the Hollywood Sign you can't escape the occasional flash of certainty that a blockbuster screenplay is inside you waiting to be set free.
Yesterday marked the beginning of Script Frenzy, an international challenge to write a screenplay. The competition is entirely with oneself as all who finish win. Last November I took on a related challenge sponsored by the same organization and completed a novel in a month. I'd been suffering from writer's block for two years and hoped the freedom to write with abandon without the usual urgings to edit and make perfect would help. It did. I completed my 50,000+ novel with hours to spare.
Tonight I started my first draft of a screenplay. I downloaded free software.
All the tools it takes to get the lead out and make our dreams come true. Daily prayer and Daily Reiki are making a tremendous difference in my ability to write. Three years ago I began writing scenes for a book on a young African-American spiritualist descended from nine generations of spiritualists and healers.
Tonight I began the screenplay. The hope is that a friend's advice will prove true. Writing out a screenplay version will provide a great skeleton upon which to put a novel's flesh.
Post-blog note: I was looking up old blogs about the Luzca novel. The funny thing is I began writing at the exact same time three years ago.
Yesterday marked the beginning of Script Frenzy, an international challenge to write a screenplay. The competition is entirely with oneself as all who finish win. Last November I took on a related challenge sponsored by the same organization and completed a novel in a month. I'd been suffering from writer's block for two years and hoped the freedom to write with abandon without the usual urgings to edit and make perfect would help. It did. I completed my 50,000+ novel with hours to spare.
Tonight I started my first draft of a screenplay. I downloaded free software.
All the tools it takes to get the lead out and make our dreams come true. Daily prayer and Daily Reiki are making a tremendous difference in my ability to write. Three years ago I began writing scenes for a book on a young African-American spiritualist descended from nine generations of spiritualists and healers.
Tonight I began the screenplay. The hope is that a friend's advice will prove true. Writing out a screenplay version will provide a great skeleton upon which to put a novel's flesh.
Post-blog note: I was looking up old blogs about the Luzca novel. The funny thing is I began writing at the exact same time three years ago.
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