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Adventures of Moniko:Evolution of the Soul through the Spirit of the Child

For the love of Nepal

Today, I sat with a young co-worker, who along with her husband almost four years ago left Nepal behind and two young children with her parents to forge out a life in the United States. They have done very well in creating the life of a vision still taking form. She was raised with a private education that taught her western ways and languages very well understood, to integrate in a new land.

Like so many of us everyday, we have good days and bad, today she felt her day was less than perfect at work and was feeling down. After sitting for a few minutes, I asked her about her country and quickly her dark eyes lit up with a light showing through the very dark eyes she has as if a candle had been lit. Speaking of her country, Hindu faith, and telling the stories of her beliefs, - though not just expressing them rather her tone turned into conversation you only feel when someone is truly in love. In love, with a land and faith with a whimsical way of speaking and excitement in every word.

Time seemed to evaporate listening to her speak of the stories of Hindu and Nepal with great clarity and detail woven into a language of love. Speaking of the temples and tables of New Delhi as if a friend which has a piece of her heart. Someone once told me, that in India even, the farmer in the field was spiritual, – and today I really understood the statement. She spoke from the soul of who she was, not in a tone used to convince me- only allowing the empathy to be shared. Not spoken with any need for my acceptance, only the opportunity to witness. She is in love with an innermost part of herself and only chooses to express in love.

Throughout my life I have heard many express their religious beliefs with a need to convince myself to understand, or is it we feel a need to convince to be validated? I have believed for a very long time that others can accept or reject me, their choice but I choose not to absorb what is not mine to own. Today this person only spoke from a space in sharing, and I was sure she owned herself without hesitation, comfortably settled into her heart and being in love with her faith. If each in our world could truly move into this space of knowing and ownership, walls would disappear created in separation. Her country is not free of all bigotry, problems or without sacrifice, though that part of her does not exist when she speaks. All anger, she had for the day could not reside with her in the moment when she was just remembering who she was.

My grandson wrote an essay this past week on how technology, has changed the communication in our world with great clarity, though interacting from cyber is a first step in meeting and understanding people of our world. There are many right where you are now, in your physical world from nations across this planet, how often have you chosen to listen to them for just a little while as they speak of a place foreign to us, yet very much home and love to them. Communicating and just allowing their joy to become a part of which you are, not being about the teacher or educating; only feeling the voice. This is when one with all takes form through feeling another with words unsaid. Allowing, empathy to be the conduit in exchange for new understanding and openings into the world of another person.
Take time this week to listen through the eyes and soul of another, the response given can change the world. Are you ready to listen to the speaker of an open heart? Life is about feeling and understanding that we are without judgment or separation and finding the place of being in love and ownership of our joy. Peace reigns there beyond all else, not beyond you – within you! We are the intended peace and allowed to be in love with the energy of our faith, regardless of the path and just knowing all paths/hearts lead to the same summit.

A Grandmother I knew – only in appearance

Many people have memory of a person they knew, yet never got to know. I had two grandmothers, maternal and paternal. My maternal grandmother was everything you could want or desire from a grandma. Fun, loving, attentive, kind and always exciting, though at times, I wondered which of us the kid at play was and she was the grandma of my heart.

My paternal grandmother was the opposite, distant, cold, and withholding of any type of affection towards me. It is unique I suppose when the engagements between you and a grandmother in the way of speaking to each other, are fewer than the fingers on your hands. She would make me feel cold inside when I was around her, a sensing I was tolerated but not accepted. Two decades after she died I heard a co-worker use the phrase “red-headed step child” in reference to the separation between our office and the home office and in that instant it reminded me of my grandmother, thinking that is how I felt – a red-headed step child. It was a not a matter of being the youngest or oldest grandchild, I was neither. It was not a matter of her inability to shower attention and love on grandchildren; I witnessed it with cousins and my own siblings, though for me this was never allowed to be felt.

I remember one Christmas when I was young we traveled to my grandparents house for Christmas. My grandmother was very good at creating with her hands, whether sewing, crocheting, and cooking, etc., she had the talent. Items hung on the walls of my grandparent’s general store in the Ozarks that she would sew for children, dresses, sweaters, and other items for the home. On this Christmas, she handed me a package and walked away, it was a pair of slippers, which I loved though she was unresponsive in allowing me to let her know. A few years later on another trip to their home, I remember asking her for a sandwich, my mother was there so I felt safe. She just looked at me and told me she did not intend to give me a sandwich of anything else. I just walked away and entered the store, telling my dad and grandpa of what she had said. My grandpa walked over to the cooler, pulled out a package of lunchmeat, and handed it to me, telling me to open it and eat all I wanted – and I did. Grandpa was enough love for both of them and he did it very well. When I was 12, we paid another visit to my grandparents. Through the years, I had learned the best approach was no approach. A bond did not exist, or was ever formed in her life with me. On this visit, she asked me to take a walk – she wanted to talk to me. I hesitated, though my dad said to go ahead with her request and before leaving the house, she grabbed the shovel from the corner. I could only think “oh great! What is she going to do with that!” she explained that many snakes ,crawled the ground in the area and she would be prepared to take their heads. On occasion in life, she had done just that. On this walk and talk, she never spoke and once again, we returned to silence between us. By the time, I was 19 and pregnant with my first daughter; my dad had relocated his parents to be closer so he could take care of them. In early October in 1975, she asked if I would come to lunch with her and grandpa after the appointment, she wanted to talk to me. Their apartment was across the street from my doctor’s office and I agreed. For the first time in my life during the lunch, she seemed to be a different person, and actually smiled that day. Though the talk never really happened again, outside of commenting on the food before I left. Before October 1975, slipped into history – so did my grandmother from this world.
A grandmother who more than once wanted to talk to me and the words never came. The smile and a bit of laughter at the last lunch were as close to remembering affection from her in this life that can be recalled.

Over the years of my younger life, I would ask my dad many times what was wrong with grandma and why she could not be nice. He would just reply with “don’t worry honey, I love you.” I asked him if that meant she did not and he would tell me “no, she loves you in her own way, she just shows if different to you,” not at all was closer to the truth would be my thought to that statement. When she died my dad and I were walking into the visitation and he stopped and looked at me, then said “honey, I need you to be my rock right now – do you think you can do that?” Without any bond between her and me in life, it was not a difficult task to honor for my dad. Oddly, to myself, no tears ever fell from me when she died or have they since in relation to her death. Remembering times years ago, tears would fall from the “why” of it all when I thought about her or how she could reject a child and accept so many others.

I have my answers now and the peace of understanding the grandmother I never knew. Her distance was not about me, only focused at me. She was not intentionally cold – only lacked the ability to know how to express or wondered if she could. She gave birth in life to 10 children, only one remains in this world with the rest circled with her now. Questions are now few and understanding is respected and no longer judged. I do not miss the woman I knew on this Earth, I do respect the energy of my grandmother now in a way I never knew. Life is a cycle of repetition with endings and new beginnings if we see the light of another. Both my grandmothers are lights in my life, guiding forces of love, more than I ever knew.

Gave and take - “A living existence”

Life is a cycle of reflection, forever recycling into meaning and understanding, not just a physical life – but one existence of living without ceasing to exist. Built into the cycle of living is gave and take. At this point, some might say I have that wrong it is give and take. We are talking about reflection rather than doing. Seeing it done with an opportunity in physical life to understand changes made and how they affect a new outcome, through the gave and take already a part of who we are. Observance is the reflecting pool of our eyes, heart, mind and soul working together to understand new endings of the take and receiving of the gave.

I went into work today and was given a task to be done, in partnership with another young girl. Five minutes later, she disappeared and I completed the take in parts, hers, and mine. Shortly thereafter, she reappeared offering to do the cleanup of the task. I told her I would complete what needed to be done and after her insistence, I relented and let her follow through with that part of the task. Without physically saying a word, she proceeded to paint a picture through her actions, that she had completed her task and even though she did not take credit, she did not deny credit either and was given a reprieve from any further projects for the day. I really was not interested either way, and just let it be. I had gave the task completion regardless of credit being given. A short time later, another co-worker who had observed the work done and was unaware of the credit taken became infuriated at the supervisor when kudos where given to a person who silently absorbed credit in silence and untruth. Attempting to explain on my behalf, which she felt necessary to wrong a right. I stayed silent and observed the interaction of a gave and take moment of reflection between the three of them. Even though I gave, she did the take, once again, the cycle provided for all of us to gave and take another dynamic of the creation of events. Life, for every gave, you will take something from the experience, event or moment continually whether in the same regard, or replayed in a new scenario.

Often, people will say I give and give and give and do not take, untrue. Each time you observe or reflect on what was gave, you have taken a moment of understanding. One – cannot be done without the other following the cycle in some form. This is the basis of how we derive meaning in our life. Yesterday in Arizona, a young man proceeded to take and alter many lives in a few moments time, as he gave us heroes not only in those who brought him to the ground saving more lives, but compassion for the victims which was furthest from his mind as he created the carnage of his act. Reading an article on cnn.com, it told how Christina Green was born on a day of tragedy and left this world on a day of tragedy as well. Being born on 09/11/01 as the world was shocked by twin towers, and leaving on 01/08/11 as the victim of a shooting. Both numbers ironically add up to 9/11. A call for emergency majors to be taken. She and others, including the congressional representative from Arizona became an event of gave and take. Lives being lost or altered in the gave, and as a world we have to decide one person at a time the take of this day and how it will either alter our life or leave us to continue a cycle of violence either supported or non-supported in crediting human life in crediting ourselves with the gift of understanding and meaning of change.

We are not a world without heart; we are a world, which pulls together in times of crisis, beyond wars, greed, and ego. From Haiti, the miners in Chili, the gulf coast oil spill, and many more we are a world of compassion, which becomes clouded in, gave and take, though not clouded in compassion – hearts at work coming together for others. We gave and then have taken memories which will not cease to exist, or should those who paid with shortening a physical existence ever, cease to exist as they gave so we make take ourselves to be a better part of humanity than what was without forgetting the joy, sorrow, heroes and universal complexity at times in your one living experience, without beginning or end, only gave until our decision to take leave and renew the eye of the cycle again.

Gold received from a stranger, a messenger in disguise.

http://www.cnn.com/2011/US/01/06/golden.voice.homeless/index.html?hpt=C1

The link to this story is about Mr. Williams, homeless man with a golden voice when has spread across the world like a needed wildfire of inspiration when stories line news sights of despair. We have all had times of encountering another who seemed through our own intuition and a feeling of just knowing, something about the person was beyond being a stranger.

Almost two years ago, riding in the car during the summer to a local mall/entertainment center a large bearded man was on the off ramp of the interstate seemingly very odd in relation to which I was feeling and the man himself. At those times, you receive a feeling from the pit of your stomach to turn around and approach. I was a passenger at the time and could not go back and follow on the instinct to do so. During the following Christmas season, I got off work one night close to midnight and pulled into the gas station across the street. The parking lot was still outside of one car, a little girl about five was sitting in the seat with her mother. Returning, back outside a few moments later, the little girl had approached the man and was handing him some change. At the time, I had only two dollars period to spend left in my own purse. Watching the little girl climb back into the car, I took what I had left and approached with bearded elderly man who was quite large, strong, and stout for his age sitting on a long duffle bag outside the station. Looking at him, I could see the eyes from the man the summer before on the off ramp of the interstate. On this night of bone chilling winter cold, he seemed un-phased by the cold just as he seemed un-phased by the heat the summer before. Those types of oddities I observe often are the linking factor between seeing what appears physical and what just maybe is only a well timed appearance of what is not physical at all times in our world. I handed him the money and said “Merry Christmas.” His only reply was “I am not here to take any money,” smiled and told me “Have a wonderful Christmas!”

From many occurrences over the years, I believe the best approach to the strangers that pull you near is treating the meeting as if you were seeing much more, be true in being prompted to engage with those whose oddities can not be explained and accept the encounter though short as being a visit intended in your life. We are brought together in synchronicity with many throughout the days of our lives, which if taking the moment and observe, recognize and interact our life path is only enhanced and expanded. In not dismissing those who we feel too busy for, or unlikely to assist we just might pass on a messenger who changes your world and your life for the better.

Blessings

Looking at life through my “mother’s eyes”

In a few weeks, the seventh anniversary of my mother leaving this world will come, a sad marker for me and my family though followed two days later is the seventh birthday of my oldest granddaughter. A perfectly timed blessing who arrived in this world at a time and reminded me that the cycle of life is unending, and as I watch her grow through her years joy overcomes the passing with grace of this child in remembrance of a lady very much loved.

Over the last many months of this year, at times when I look into the mirror I can see those crystal blue eyes looking back through my own. My own eyes are blue, but not the crystal sky blue she was blessed with, as was my sister and brother. I never saw myself as a reflection of my mom yet have overwhelmingly felt that reflection in how I chose to act and react to events in my own life. The voice, which would say, “Now is not the time,” “It is not your place” and “Love will heal the wounds.” In those times, my own reaction would change and in a flash in my mind’s eye, I could see her approval or shake her head – and say, “you will learn!”

The first time I saw my own eyes being sky blue, I thought, “Oh god, I really am turning into my mother!” or maybe hallucinating now. Connecting to her has never been an issue when the time arose during the years since she left our world; she has always been a close watcher of those who remain. The difference now is the feeling and knowing of a continual presence easily reached, and seeing life through my mother’s eyes. Prompting me, too reach for a positive when the day seemingly is negative. Reaching out, without expectations of another reaching back and knowing that balance is not created from the physical but from the energy connecting balance between the physical and your spiritual being.

This all started much like a gaming event between us over two years ago, when I took a part time job much like she had done for many years, hearing her reactions too circumstances which would arise in the job and either her or I saying “wait a minute, that does not work!”. Still yet holding a distance beyond the feeling and sensing of a responsive energy. Will this continue to be a part of my life – I hold no expectations for the future responses, though a belief as I continue my life – throughout the good times, bad times and times when mom has the knowledge the feeling can return with acceptance and again I will see life “through my mother’s eyes.” Godspeed Mom, I honor you now as I honored you then! With the knowledge of the universe, you are and always were an angel with me.

2011 – A Gateway of Blessings

With the old saying, “Everything comes in 3’s,” we take entrance to the year 2011. Over the last three years, our world quickened into a state of 3X3 awakening through a process of reorganization and repositioning unseen in a time lapse possibly as rapid in known history of personal evolution and introspection of our lives, our environment and our world. Phenomena in changes occurring in nature, economics, power shifts, and the inner voices from across our globe taking strength. An energy movement created to realign all aspects of your life, with at times taking comfort levels which were known and accepted, then reduced into the very depths of unknowing and rebuild. On a surface level, jobs, the economy, planetary and earth alignments all became visible outer energy signs. On the inner level, those parts of ourselves felt buried or unwanted to surface became heaved into our consciousness for release and recreation. Possibly the hardest of times to endure in our world in a 3-year lapse of time of record. Why?

For a very long time the messages have came for a new alignment of unified energy in our world, not only in what is seen as human, but also Earth and throughout our planetary system as well. They have been interpreted in religious messages, scientific analysis, New Age, Old Age, Ancient, and Now. All energy is like energy and only transformed into the various forms we see and exist in this world, yet one energy that has been disconnected and found or accepted to be separated into form and matter rather than continual without beginning or end. This world is not heading towards destruction of matter and disappearance in 2012. Energy is becoming unified without separation and dissection, as it has been known to be. We are entering a year of building upon a unified energy life force.

We have lived through a period where the very best and most horrendous acts thought possible by humanity have unfolded in a surfacing and releasing of energy, re-establishing humanity for the future. People have seen themselves choosing to lead their lives from the inner being of who they are rather than being lead against their truest beliefs. Talking, writing and experiencing energy shifts is no longer methodology from the back of a book store, underground writing or ignoring how energy affects their life but also those around them each moment of their lives. Finding the source of creation, which exists in all of humanity, and creation linked in physical form.

2011 is the blessing of opportunity to flow into your perfect space, assisted by the spiritual being you already are, rather than a belief that only an afterlife can find that space of connection, becoming part of the flow, which was intended in peace for humanity. Do I personally believe a mass exodus as predicted in the revelations is going to separate the known from the unknown? No, all are already known with none left behind in the energy shift of life. A greater consciousness for gravitating towards what works, rather than does not work in finding peace is rapidly becoming more prevalent throughout the world. Terrorism, though still part of our world is increasing finding less attention and energy given to the acts, pulling the energy away from hostility and aggression into finding valuable and workable solutions where all can live as one.

The less attention given to forms of energy in your world, which are not part of your choices, will diffuse that energy, transforming and releasing the chosen forms to be a part of your world. Transforming your energy is not about living life in bliss, separating yourselves from distresses your life, harmoniously living in nature and taming a beast – it is about choosing differently, and allowing and accepting the changes in life to transform your energy into your highest choice of existence. Discarding a need for expectations upon others, living, and creating your expectations to become the life of choice. 2011, a gateway in doing so, opening to your desires. You can walk 1000 miles outside or yourself in search of answers, as you enter the gateway – it is time to walk back to the most innermost part of which you are and be the person of your choice. As you find that space of standing still, you find the key to be the new creator and source of choice. I asked one time “Why with all I am trying to do, do I feel I am not as I should be” – “Stand still, that is where we are waiting.” Stop running and pursuing, stand still in your truth. Welcome and be blessed by 2011, it is all about you!

Blessings

The Song of the Dove

Once I was given a message by the Elder, on a brisk day in the Earth world an event was too happen which would change the energy of the visitors to the world.

Elder, came saying, “Moniko, I wish for you to be my special messenger. The energy over the Earth has become dense; voices of change in the prayers are now creating ripples throughout the universes. Do you desire Moniko to travel to Earth?”

As Elder spoke, my own voice paused, thoughts filling my senses of what message I might take to the Earth which would assist in restoring balance. As I found my voice again, like a lightning bolt of energy the words responding to the Elder were “I am already there Elder!”

Smiling back, Elder said, “You have learned well Moniko.” As the messenger Moniko, you will take the form of the dove. On Earth, the dove is already accepted as a sign of hope and purity, allowing you as the messenger, to be the message easily.”
Moniko, understanding of his home in the Sun, knew traveling to the Earth did not require leaving his home. Rather, allowing his consciousness to journey in another form. Elder and Moniko transferred their energy to the reflecting fountain in the City of Light. Allowing each to observe the vision of Moniko’s’ travel to Earth, as the dove, while remaining at home in the Sun. Moniko steadied his energy allowing his energy to take the form of a dove in the Earth world.

“Elder, now that my energy exist in the form of a dove on Earth, what will my message be?” Moniko asked. “Moniko” Elder replied “Now you and I will merge our thoughts, allowing the dove to fly with all knowledge which is needed.”

As they watched through the fountain into a great reflecting pool of water, the tiered steps around the fountain began to fill with the beings of home. The dove flew through the sky of the Earth world, settling on a thatched roof of a home in an Earth land known as India. Looking around the area where the dove had rested, Moniko could see a land where nature found peace.
“Elder, what message would be needed on Earth by a dove, in a land where nature is already at peace?”“ Moniko, nature knows of peace, even in chaos, and bridging the peace is the work of the dove. Earth, being able to bridge the peace of nature and mankind will stabilize the energy at this time, look closer Moniko” instructed the Elder.

As Moniko looked closer, he watched as a hawk attached itself to a mouse, taking the life force and destroying the peace of the mouse. The hawk is of the energy of humankind Moniko, the larger more powerful thought attempting to remove the life force of the smaller peaceful thought. With the hawk being the fear of the mouse, greater thoughts overtaking peaceful thoughts, fear consuming peace, a land of peace becoming more vulnerable to fear. I can see and hear your questions overtaking your thoughts through your eyes Moniko.

What could a small beautiful dove do to change the view of the land, or the small space surrounding the roof where he rests? “Sing through the dove Moniko.”

“Sing from your soul Moniko in the language of the dove. As you sing, call to the doves of all lands on Earth to join you. The song of the dove will harmonize a flow of energy, becoming infinite throughout the Earth for all time” Elder replied as his own energy began increasing.

Moniko looked away from the pool, at the beings of the Sun surrounding the pool. In unison, they lifted their voices in song, the energy around the fountain created a beam of light intensifying the energy of the City of Light. Moniko looked back into the pool, merging his voice with the beings of the Sun, and created a song carried through the voice of the dove.

As the dove began to sing, the hawk came to rest on the thatched roof with the dove. Tones carried with the power of the wind to doves all over the lands of Earth. As the music carried on the wind, Earth beings in neighboring lands stopped and listened to the dove song. Many beings, which had carried the energy of the mouse, who cried and prayed for peace, found the strength of the hawk and began to tell of the messenger song that was coming to the Earth world. The Earth beings, started traveling with the song of the dove, choosing to follow the song. Kings gathered in a quest to follow the song, young and old found hope in the song in lands where the dove song was yet to reach, many had already heard the story of the dove song.
Traveling day and night, the kings were on a quest to find the place where the dove song would rest. On one such night, the dove song took silence. In the silence the Earth energy created through the dove song, now created a star to burn brightly, being seen over the lands of the traveling kings. Beneath the glowing star, a shelter was seen where animals great and small stood motionless in peace as the traveling kings approached the shelter.

The dove sat upon the shelter as the kings approached. A baby had been born that night sheltered and protected by animals of all kingdoms. As the dove looked down at the baby, he sent his song to the baby and began to sing again. The traveling kings knew the baby was now of the dove, who they had been told of being the messenger of peace, part man/animal/nature blended in harmony, and the kings laid gifts for the parents, with the hope that the baby of a doves peaceful song would bring a new message of hope throughout the Earth world. The star above was now so bright; the sign of the star beamed into the baby’s forehead.

A dove and messenger, in humankind with the wisdom of a home in the Sun to guide him.

The dove then took flight returning to his home in the Sun and another energy that had assisted creation. Moniko then looked at the Elder “Elder, the bridge of song is now complete. But who will this baby be?”

Elder, looking down at Moniko, replied “messenger sired, or in the Earth world Messiah. The Earth will see in him the bridge of men/animals/nature and all beings of your home in the Sun. The universal language of peace in a song; will not be forgotten. With the new messenger baby, now becoming a heart song of the dove. Allowing our tones from home, too forever align with the tones of Earth. You have done well Moniko, bring the tone home.”

Lsmyers/2008

Blessing of Solstice

Since the first dawn, our periods of Solstice have been in a perpetual motion. Solstice means, “When the Sun stands still.” Our calendar sets December 21 for winter and June 21 for Summer Solstices on Earth. Winter Solstice has long been known as the beginning of a period of rest. Before modernization and advanced mobility, Winter was a time known for staying indoors with periods of reflection of the past year with family and those closest to where you. A time of the year observed for planning the year/seasons ahead. Spring Equinox, being the planting and Fall Equinox, being the harvesting of your plans/seeds/goals for the year as determined during the Winter Solstice.

St. Nicholas paid a visit about two weeks before the Solstice and left candy and trinkets in the shoes of the children as told through the centuries, long before Christmas, known as following four days after Solstice. Eve of the Solstice is a time for inviting those who have left this world to be a part of Christmas in spirit, to once again be with you and lighten your holiday. Bringing the joy of past/present and future into one celebration of reflecting, joy, and looking forward in your life.

2010, brings a full lunar eclipse in celebration of Winter Solstice. For many, 2010 was found to be a culmination of the recession, seeing signs of hope and return of bounty and abundance into their lives. Possibly and not yet evident; taking residence in the heart of hope and healing of the year ahead with aspirations and anew in feelings of abundance ahead. Fitting, on this Solstice of 2010 for the moon to draw the curtain on the Sun and reopen the drapes of hope and prosperity in our world and allowing old energies and thoughts anchored in remorse to give way to newness in your world. How we choose to allow and accept this opening into our lives, is our choice whether to move forward with the celebration of the Sun and Moon or remained chained and anchored in what was to be of the future.

2011, is a year of coming together, finding resourcefulness united rather than divided, encouragement rather than despair. 2010, was a year to heal, recognize and repair aspects of ourselves from the past and present in preparation to be a world of hope and integrity. A time when voices grew strong, yet actions grew stronger. As you enter into 2011 in this night of the eclipse and beginning 2011 – how do you choose to grasp the available and bring this into your life now? Are you ready to let go when the new curtain of choices opens with the dawn of tomorrow. The choice is yours – all is available. You are the planner, architect, receiver and creator of your new year, embrace the gift!

Maquire, written in honor of the nephew and godchild of a friend of mine; though he only took residence in this world for 8 months (03/2006), he will live forever in hearts. His page, on my website has helped countless others in the healing process of their own loss of a little one, too soon from this world.

Maquire

As the angels watched over the cherubs playing in the celestial fields, she saw one so intent on being
independent. As the other little ones would offer to help and assist this little cherub, his common answer
was “I can do anything all by myself”.


The angels talked among themselves and wondered how they would show this little one, at times being
dependent on others is not a show of lack of independence, just part of being one of all. An angel then
called out to him. Arriving at the circle of angels, he was asked if he would like to take a little journey.
Inquisitive as he was, he jumped at the chance to once again do something all by himself.


“Oh little one, on this journey you will find love in allowing others to do for you” she replied “The Earth
world awaits you for a very special purpose. Do you have any requests of what you may desire when you arrive on Earth?”


As he thought about this question, becoming very serious he said “I want a family so large that I will not
miss playing here at home, aunts and uncles and cousins, a mommy and daddy strong and independent,
brothers and sisters who understand even though I will be small, that I am strong and independent also.
Grandma’s and Grandpa’s who adore me and chocolate!”


And what name do you choose to be called, asked the angels. “I will be known as Maguire – fearless, cute and energetic!” “So be it Maguire, let the journey begin now.” Only one more rule to this journey Maguire “you will be totally dependent in your time on Earth on those who love you.” Through this you will learn, that love is strong unconditionally; of how you receive.


Maguire took the challenge and adventure of learning dependent love in a new way in the Earth world. All that was requested for his adventure was provided and waiting beyond any little cherubs’ imagination. Though he did not stay long in the Earth world, he learned his lessons well, with much to tell the angels and cherubs on his return. He now watches over his Earth family, and as they leave their journeys on earth, he is the first one on arrival to tell them to “lean on me”, I have seen your life and I know your home. I am still fearless, cute and inquisitive and eternity is where we play.”

Teach your children well



“Wyoming” is the face of a child I knew, who became a statistic, ejected from a vehicle – beautiful and gone way to early from this world

Yesterday in Gardner, Kansas; another accident took a child from this world when ejected from a vehicle in a head-on accident, I do not know this family, though Christmas to all who did know and love this child will never be the same. The possibility this child, was not restrained in a vehicle is a very real possibility and one of the few subject heads in life I do feel passionate about. When I was a child, wearing seat belts were a personal decision and for a child one left to the parents to enforce. Many parents, as well as my own held a belief in some form accidents were fate and sent their prayers fate such as this would not be part of their life. In the decades since, statistics have shown seat belts save lives beyond being in the hands of fate, taking fate into your own hands and those of your children while in a vehicle.

Recently, when picking up my grandson from an Olathe School I was amazed and disheartened at the numbers of small children not only unrestrained and the numbers below the 8 years old or 80 pound law being ignored by parents and caregivers. I wrote to the Olathe Police Department and Olathe Schools hoping to promote some form of change or information being distributed concerning seat belt safety, as of now I have not seen any changes taken place. Olathe Police were responsive, though alone as law enforcement they can only respond as seen in keeping the law. Change has to be made on all levels in responsibility. In the Christian faiths, children are dedicated, baptized, or christened to God with the intent of protecting and raising the child to the best of a parent’s ability, and yet putting a child into any vehicle unrestrained is a vow broken which was taken at infancy. At 13, a child is far less likely to strap themselves into a vehicle with an automatic sense of doing so if life has not prepared them to do so – at that point the sense of doing is so is usually shaken by the reality of observing a death of friend or family member.

A song from decades past by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young speaks of teaching your children well from your lessons and learning from the child as well. In a study done in the past, a change in behavior or habit forming can be done by repeating the steps of change 12 times continuously and creating a new habit. 12 times of restraining a child properly and monitoring their ability to do so for themselves with the intent of saving your child from becoming a human projectile, is it worth the steps? On a spiritual level, we recreate fate every moment of our lives with our own actions and how those actions affect another, rippling like a rock skipping over the water and creating new cycles of fate and reaction to the core change or the rock originally thrown across the character of who we are. Dedicated with the intent our lives will monitor the projectiles we have created.

A child of any age who dies from not being restrained will be remembered and for the lives of all that know them and love them they will be not only the child/daughter/son. They will evolve outside of their presence in this world to be the aunt/uncle connected to generations in the future and remembered as being the great-aunt/great-uncle someday in memory who did not live to view their linage of titles being endowed.

Long ago, a heard a trooper state he never un-belted a dead man – which was his experience and I am sure it is not always the case. Though if asked the same question of how many children he witnessed in accidents, which were thrown from vehicles and died, the count would differ greatly. Look at your children today – dream of the headlines you would choose to see in their life when spotlighted and take the effort in clicking the restraints in giving fate a chance to great only the goodness being shown. Buckle up, the time taken could change the course of many lives – including yours.

http://www.kmbc.com/news/26070206/detail.html


You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good bye.

Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you'll know by.

Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.

Counter Melody To Above Verse:
Can you hear and do you care and
Cant you see we must be free to
Teach your children what you believe in.
Make a world that we can live in.

Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you'll know by.

Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

A Final Choice




"I have to prepare for the possibility if I die before they are grown" to make them "able to function without an involved, engaged, and admiring parent," she said. "So I need to create the picture for them that I want them to have."

http://www.cnn.com/2010/POLITICS/12/06/elizabeth.edwards.obit/index.html?hpt=T1

Elizabeth Edwards died today, bestselling author, senators’ wife and most importantly to her – mother of her creation of children left to carry her legacy. The statement above written today in the column for CNN.com announcing her death with words I believe ring true with any mother and the love for their children. The ages of her children crossed over in what can be considered a span of two generations in time, from the young to the adult and a statement symbolizing thoughts adjusted to the span of years and love she devoted to being the mother.

Over the last three years watching as the observer like the rest of the world as she worked tirelessly in creating a legacy connected to what will be rather than what is at this time, regardless of thoughts of the personal circumstances in her life – strength shown through at all times. Yesterday they announced she declined any further treatment and today she exited this world; even in parting making the final choices in her life. When to live “life,” and when to let “life” go in this world and many would say now “rest in peace” Elizabeth, my beliefs are she will continue to work on another plane of existence. Overseeing the seeds planted on this earth, urging and nudging with an unconditional love already in place as a watcher of those she loves. Knowing them deeper than they know themselves, seeing what needs to be seen to guard, protect, and prepare her children for life and during the time spent on Earth. She now knows herself on a level with clarity of all that transpired in life, seeing the past, present and future as a glimpse of the whole of existence. From a final choice to a beginning choice, all cycles meet each other again.

We come into this world, naked to the truth and memory and leave this world naked with our truth and memory left in legacy. Making the final choice and call, in a process of choosing whether; to allow life to progress as an existence blank between birth and rebirth or fulfilling our vision of; "So I need to create the picture for them that I want them to have." What will your final choice be? Now, is the time granted to create the vision you will view and review as your final choice.

Into my life, a feather will fall

Everyone carries a different symbol of knowing moments are recognized by spirit with a gentle physical symbol of belief, for myself over many years this has became an appearance of feathers brought into view and kept together as reminders. Feathers being received in the most unlikely of places – indoors in moments of confirmation all is well, when a perfect moment of joy and peace transpires and spirit says “we are watching”. Each feather holds a story of its own in memory and through remembering the joy repeats once again.

The latest feather was seen sitting in front of myself on the table at Applebee’s while spending time with my granddaughters. Seeing the joy and excitement in the eyes of a child as they reacted to receiving Christmas stockings with small tokens to start their holiday season and as they took inventory, played and carefully reloaded the stockings . Unaware a feather once again appeared on the table, slight in size and a beautiful red color in nature in symbolic form once again to remind me peace is a state of heart not a state of creating the perfect moment.

Over the course of the last two months, five feathers total have landed to be seen, kept, and treasured. Each arriving at a moment of unison with another where the synchronicity of life has found a unique connection and a feather falls. For others, these same moments are recognized as finding pennies, hearing a song, or smelling a scent unique to the occasion as well as many more connections beyond those I know of, they are true and unique to each person. I love the thought of flight and the messengers of flight seen in our winged companions in this world and the feather is a statement I am in flight and on course.

Feathers have appeared on my desk, laying on the ground next to me when I awoke in the morning, twice at different times I have pulled a feather from my purse, table at Applebee’s and many more places virtually impossible for a physical bird to have been. All, at times when the moment of giving could not have been anymore perfect than a moment of spirit.

From my own observations in life of the here and beyond, beyond is within eight feet of us at all times. Eight feet – rather than being very distant as some might believe. Eight feet, which is equivalent to a person’s energy field and beyond, a feather will fall or be delivered. When my mother was on ventilation, the CCU wall eight feet from her dissipated and I observed my father and grandparents with her. Eight feet when a friend’s mother left this world was the distance her spirit rose, took one quick look back, and disappeared. So how easy this becomes for what is beyond us to be with us again in confirmation in any given time to allow feathers, pennies, a scent to fill our senses and many more signs that all is well even if we are yet to see the whole picture already seen.

Watch for the symbols of your validation in life to appear without wonder as to how and rather thankfulness to the why of a shared appreciation at that time you might not fully understand. Accepting the moment as it is without judgment or expectation beyond. Allow the synchronicity of your heart, in motion and connecting to another in very real purpose even at the times when purpose eludes your thoughts. You are guided and validated from eight feet away as the betwixt and between space of matter and anti-matter extends as a window and doorway for view and where that one moment is infinite beyond comprehension.

If you are not aware of the feathers in your life, remember the symbolic tie between events which has never wavered, there you will realize gifts given without any return being asked. It truly is better to give than receive, as a giver you have already received. The blessings of your feathers are upon you, how many have been realized?

Though cloudy and cold today in Kansas, this piece of prose I wrote in past days for a moment takes you far away!

Cloud and the Moonbeams

I tell you a tale, I tell you it’s true
Of a wonderful ruse, to time holds a truth
To tale of a time, when wonders ran true
To be of a time in ole history

To take flight hold true
On a being called Cloud and a whimsical blue moon.
Now Cloud is a mighty strong steed
But for he to fly high, the rider was key
To call of his strength, to fly high and true
The mighty Cloud took flight on a blue moon.

With stardust to light the way of the steed
Cloud and his rider were the majesty
the rider was free and open to Clouds decree
to fly stardust beams to the land of the seas.

As Cloud flew beyond all time
The rider was but the adventurer sublime
Where on this night of the blue moon and mime
Will you great Cloud, my mighty steed find the light of the moon, the blue of the seas?

As Cloud flew past all that was known to the rider
the light of the moon wrapped her beams tighter
Oer’ galaxies, stars, dimensions beyond.
the blue of the sea of a magical home.

The dolphins called to the mighty steed,
“Cloud come fly oer’ the moons blue seas.
Follow the stardust beams if you please
Be of the moonbeams in the land of the seas”

As Cloud flew a pattern oer’ the land of the seas
His rider took flight and became of the sea.
Danced with the dolphins, playing in the sea
with moonbeams becoming the slides to the sea.

As the moonbeams gave way to the sun’s early glow
Cloud once again became one with the rider below.
Cloud and his rider would now return home.

Bidding the land of the sea ~ goodbye and hello
Cloud and his rider took their journey home.
Passing through the sea depths and on through the flow,
Cloud and his rider were now home in their sun below.

So now when you see the blue moon of the night,
Know only that Cloud and his rider have taken flight.
To the land of the sea, where the dolphins wait in prose
Home is the Sun ~ above and below.
Copyright@lsmyers
My Spiritual Windows

"A moment of time is never wasted when you still have this moment to reflect"

Lsmyers

Many times we have said or heard “I have wasted my time” on events of days, moments or hours of our lives. If you are reading this right now, you have the capacity and blessing of reflection of all moments in your life and the gift of change, reenergizing and recreating what has been into what will be as a gift of life itself. Moments only continue to be held as waste when not reflected and built upon for a new desire. Do you have a “wasted” moment to recreate anew?

Comments always welcome

Namaste’

The Clarinet

For the last 20+ years, an old clarinet resided in my house. My youngest daughter played it for years when she was young and at times the clarinet and her music seemed to be what pacified her when nothing else would. Her days with the Clarinet have probably become timeless in memory; then a number of years ago my oldest grandson, after having the clarinet newly re-corked and revived played it for a time in his school band until the old clarinet became a shelf ornament once again and sat alone. Actually how old this instrument is, I am not sure.

Over almost the last two months my daughter and I literally cleared out a large house and moved to an apt. with two grandsons with a tireless effort in the process to either sell, give away, discard and ultimately remove all objects which no longer served in our lives – from large objects to small the items dwindled over time along with trying to find a home for the clarinet. One woman a number of times inquired about the clarinet - though she did not come to view the clarinet. Days before moving I heard from her again, and explained we were moving and she was welcome to inquire again after we moved about the clarinet and until then we would take it with us again.

After moving, this week I heard from her again and asked her if she would like to see the clarinet. She asked me if I would take less than being asked for the clarinet so her son could play in the band. Telling her she could have the clarinet for half of what we asked and the response which was received I had not anticipated. Her husband, being laid off from his job for over a year, she told me she was saving to buy the clarinet but if I had the chance to sell it before that time – she understood. As another friend of mine realized weeks ago, we never really now the true character of those who are not part of our daily lives and what we can learn in moments can change your thinking in many directions. I thought about what she said and her sincerity and desire to have this instrument and realizing her continual inquires were maybe inquiries in hope her dream for her son was still alive.

I wrote her back and told her I would make her a deal on the clarinet; being that when her son no longer desired to play the instrument, instead of selling she would agree to pay it forward to another child in the future if still useable. A simple request which was gold and hope for her and her son and she agreed with more thankfulness than I expected and two days later, II took the clarinet to where she worked and made the transfer giving the old clarinet again life in the hands of another child. In this house we are always on the lookout of ways to pay if forward and it becomes pretty routine throughout our days and in turn when we needed a blessing, for a very long time one has been returned unrequested, it just happens. Until writing this no one in this family knew what transpired this week with the old clarinet traveling once again to be played and loved by another child. Band was a large part of life in our home for many years and a activity which leaves a sense of growth in a child through music I am not sure anything else compares with having the senses tuned to the music in life. So to a young boy starting a new venture in life with music, to my own children who learned to love the music, the cycle of the old clarinet now continues on and yet remains forever in the life changes it brought to our home during the tenure of it’s stay! Music like many other forms of energy which you really never own, only borrow the experience and the tool. Godspeed on the journey of the old clarinet in the travels ahead bringing it’s magic again to another.

Namaste’