HIGHLY VALUED SPECIMEN FOR SALE – OUTWORN PLEASING PENNY

HIGHLY VALUED SPECIMEN FOR SALE – OUTWORN PLEASING PENNY
( from Madame Tussaud’s secret Museum of Lost and Toxic Relationship-Specimens.)

So endearing in her dead-beat condition
Pale gray dress frayed at cuffs and hem
Buttons hanging by threads or missing
Sensible shoes downtrodden, black and bloodied,
Shoelaces frayed and exhausted
The old sweet “I will save you” necklace with engraved letters
Flashing, communicating subliminally in code.
Overstretched grin, parading as smile
Chained to gritting teeth
And a heart that needs to be right
Above all

This is a great specimen
Well preserved in her exhaustion
Which makes her truly convincing
When you push her belly button
You may get a whiff of very special
Guilt
She comes with her own black-lacquered cupboard
With well-preserved and polished skeletons from
Her noble ancestral line
Extra:
Ear muffs in skunk for when you can’t stand her
“I know what’s best for you”-tone

Teaching Love

In lesson 8, Way of Knowing, Jeshua asks us just for one month to commit to teaching Love – meaning choosing love as our only alternative for reacting/responding.

I was on my way home from the mall, it was 32 degrees Celsius, I felt grumpy and depressed, my bike had lost its air in the tyre.

A tall man in a ceremonial long dress and hat walked crossed my way. Automatically angry thoughts of “men who hate women” arose – I noticed them and remembered the commitment – “let me see him with Love.” In the same second I heard that decision inside, he looked at me, smiled radiantly and put his hand on his heart.

 

LUGGAGE

I am celebrating! I had a dream where losing my luggage  brought nothing but indifference – and then relief!

It had likely been stolen – and I hadn’t notice before today when I was returning. I did not fuss about what worthables  I might have lost – I did not give it a thought ! ahhhhhh – and I just put on whatever garment I had left to cover my body going home on public transportation. It was VERY casual to put it mildly

This “i don’t give a fig” – I can’t tell you how utterly freeing it felt

Loyalty

The chronic coughing and pain – the deep wound in my chest – the disturbance in the tissues that shows up on x-rays as a dark mass  in the lungs– is nothing else that my own judgments of the Christ in my Heart.

I have judged myself – and so I have judged Christ. And Christ has been encapsulated in irritation, denial and hatred – in false and illusionary perceptions. Each time the impulse from Christ has come, the whole hullaballoo starts. The layers of denial around the holy essence react in irritation, and I cough.

I look at this my creation now – and I forgive the judgments I have placed upon this my Holy Self: a failure – a disappointment for God – all is wrong about this false self. All it needs is punishment so it never forgets how wrong it is. No wonder it feels unworthy to receive Self/Christ

I want to hold that Christ Child  – to receive it fully. I have seen it and held it in my arms before, many times – and always I have chosen to believe in my unworthiness to receive it fully. “I must be worthy BEFORE I receive You.”  I have been loyal to this false perception of me – forgive me for forgetting that my worth is intrinsic, given me by God. It can never be earned by what I think, say or do.

This is the truth

I now allow the Love that I am to BE where it is – in my heart – and I allow It to make Itself known. I will be loyal to this process – I want to receive You fully and be loyal only unto You.

 

Beliefs – and Seeing Through Them

Diederik Wolsak teaches us in “Choose again – Six Steps to”Freedom – that when we have a belief –  like “Something is horrible wrong with me, I must be evil since this happens to me” this belief needs EVIDENCE to make itself “stick.” So when I believe in this, deep down in the core of my being, the evidence shows up as me being in agony in the night – not being able to rest and sleep – since the belief tells me I am evil and truly deserve this pain. It is my just punishment.

Accepting this as truth this night soothed and relieved the very physical agony quite a bit. Now I could just be a witness to it, an anthropologist noticing symptoms – “ah, just so.”

I  saw a demonic face in a National Geographic magazine yesterday – it was an illustration of a petrified Mayan god –  a metaphor of an old need not being met and allowed. Now, in the night, it was easy to see it as an old aspect of my Soul that had been strongly judged and repressed for aeons.

I opened my own book and found a Tibetan exercise called Chöd. It starts with looking at the “demon” and ask it what it needs. Now comes the fun: it will probably yell and scream and hiss and tell you that it wants to kill you or eat you or trap you forever. Listen respectfully, and ask what feeling it will have when it has received what it wants. For example: having been granted the wish “I want to control you forever” may give it a feeling of safety. It is safety it wants. “I want to scare the shit out of you” may give it a feeling of power and strength: it is strength it wants.

You may recognize that the demon’s wish is in fact your own. You transform the demon by giving him now what you denied yourself before. – Just look at him gently, knowing that you are looking at a Halloween-figure of yourself. Feed him safety: see a big jar with liquid safety, put a straw in it and let the demon suck all that it wants. Watch its transformation, and observe the peace growing inside you. When you feel safe and comfortable in this process, you might want to feed the demons all the qualities it needs from your own heart.

Since the demon “I am wrong” is a collective one – especially in the West – this process needs to be repeated and integrated. You know you have succeeded when you can look at any addict without the least judgment, because now you know who they are under the addiction.

They are pieces of God, forgetting Who they are. Look upon them with this knowing, and you look upon you.

 

 

Beliefs

In the morning, terrible cramps come. My right foot curls to the right and bends toward the knee. I tune into it – “ I will NEVER go back to this memory, this image – I will die.”

No – I want to go back now and find out what I believed about myself when it happened – since THAT is my driving force- THAT false belief formed my identity. I KNOW it is safe NOW, and that God is with me. I lie in bed and start breathing Holotropic ***– no pauses between in and outbreath. The cramp goes into the midsection – and I remember 30 years ago when this cramp lasted for three whole days. What turned it around was a shaman-friend who saw a spear there and removed it.
I know now that I had wanted and chosen that spear to be placed there – to prevent me from breathing fully and remembering the rape.

At that time my husband had recently died, I was alone without male financial support for the first time, I had a traumatized 11-year old who had seen her father die in front of her in another city, and had returned with help from human angels in that city.
There was no way I could cope with processing this old wound then- and the cramps today showed me HOW much I had invested in my story –that is, the thoughts I believed about myself that drove my personal identity.

Within few minutes breathing now I see the situation. I have seen it before, but always from outside.

Group rape in wood at 4 years old. Man sitting with a knee in my chest, pushing me down, his penis in my mouth, foreskin gets traps in my teeth. He bleeds and is terrified. Huge rage and swearing from him: Foul bitch, whore, I will let you have it etc etc. There is an instant knowing that I need to HELP him now – HE comes before ME and what I need. I need to push away what I feel and need and concentrate all of me of adjusting. I see this as salvation in the moment. All my attention / consciousness goes from me to him: I MUST help him, I MUST understand what he needs and wants NOW in this moment

What is he telling me: women/girls are despicable low grade human specimens who wants men to be brutal and abuse them.

What am I telling myself: my father does this too. BELIEF: There must be something about me that makes them do this. This something must be disgusting and depraved beyond description – my “naughty parts” as they were called, must simply be falsely created, horrible, very different from others. Probably miscreated. I deserve to be abused and maltreated – this is MY fault, I am GUILTY!

The basic premise is that I am at fault for what happens with them –and then I follows that it is my responsibility to help them feel better. This is the basic premise of the BIRD-archetype in When Fear Comes Home to Love – which all of my patients share.
And this became my identity. This is my circle of fear, as Jeshua says in Way of Knowing.The innermost fear is really about my BELIEF that I am guilty of all of this – and that I am responsible for others wellbeing.

I/ this false identity-me/ have seen it as my responsibility to heal my new refugee-neighbors too – but the healing for me is just to spot these old beliefs about myself and KNOW they are not true, and forgive myself for believing I could be guilty, and for forgetting that my worth in intrinsic and NOT depending on what I do or think.
This song came into my head – it was very popular in the fifties, when I was a child.

 

What do you wanna make those eyes at me for
If they don’t mean what they say
They make me glad, they make me sad
They make me want a lot of things that I never had

You’re fooling around with me now
Well you lead me on and then you run away
Well that’s all right, I’ll get you alone some night
And baby you’ll find, you’re messing with dynamite
So what do you wanna make those eyes at me for
If they don’t mean what they say

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Good and Evil

I am currently reading Diederik Wolsaks book “Choose again – six steps to freedom” 

It is helping me to follow irritation and feelings back to its source, and at that point just notice what I made the pain/abuse mean about myself.

I found that I thought I must have been an all through mean and evil person, having all that happen to me – for surely it had to be a punishment, right?

Wrong.

Diederik shares a 6 step process that helps me see the innocence in a little child’s perception – and how that darn belief attracts experiences in my life that is evidence that the belief is true! Vicious circle and more and more experiences that all confirm the original innocent and false belief.

So we are given a simple forgiveness-process that resonates with my Course in Miracles – teachings – and it si so exciting! Since now, there i now more pointing fingers out there – blaming others – and i will not start to give you the reasons for this, just go to the link and start browsing 🙂

What is so utterly fabulous in that when dark stuff comes up at night, and I want to find what the reason in – the very default – I just open my own book “When Fear Comes Home to Love” and my finger lands on the perfect place where I have already described it before. What is the root of this feeling right now? My finger pointed at a paragraph where I experienced myself as evil. And so it is simple – I set an intention to follow it to the very source, and found out what this little child believed that it means about her.

 

Everything I need comes to me at the perfect timing ♥ Simply because I am committed to find the truth and intend that it is so

 

And so it is 🙂

The Elevation of the Divine Feminine

These days it is the male teachings that has moved me forward.) Two times lately when being in hell I have opened one of my wise-quotes-notebooks and always my finger has pointed at Israels long and intense teaching. NOW they are meeting me in this perfect place where I am fully ready 🙂
What a timing!
My inner male is receiving so much healing and rehabilitation these last weeks! My dream-men treat me with gentleness and affection, and a healthy sexuality is starting to replace the old kind, filled with guilt and shame
Last night (dream) I sat in the bus with a man who I like a lot, and just him spiderweb-soft touching my hand sent me into heaven – the atmosphere between us was playful and tender.
This night dream I was together with a big group, training in shamanism – and there was a grand big ritual in a circle where the male leader lifted me up so I sat on his shoulders ( this was heavy 🙂 and was done in two stages) and he carried me around the whole circle while I felt the love from him and FOR him and inside me – an acknowledgment of the Soul/Self’s mastery.
The collective male is lifting and supporting and carrying the collective feminine AT LAST
That makes me unspeakable happy

The Big Troll

I saw inside my mind “The Collective Controller” today – that I have called “MY” controller – and I realized that I have projected it as something I am a victim of, seemingly outside of me, seeing it as an enemy wanting the very worst for me – something I  therefore have fought and judged.

So it of course turns out to be the part in me that I/we all/established in order to be able to grow up keeping as much sanity as possible – and how vehemently I/we all/ had to push all that was not allowed/wanted/ all the way into deep blackness.

And the more we hate it, the deeper and darker it grows.

I have a strong feeling I already have written something very much like this before in this blog – and it is interesting for me to see that it still feels like this is the first time.

The thing is of course to do the only sane thing: listen to its beliefs and the feeling underneath it and assist it in expressing them. And the more allowance I gave it to do that, the more of the underlying Christ-light poured forth.

Stopping in stopping the protection – seeing its underlying need to help us be loved in the only way permitted when we grew up.

And now I can fully bless all of it in tremendous gratitude

 

 

 

Depth of Hell

All yesterday was filled with an abyss of meaningless, chaos, depression – feeling like dying each second, and being stuck in this. I decided to go to bed at 9pm in the hope that something would change while I slept.

In the morning I dreamt that I was going to town with my new neighbors – they were driving the car / this trauma-energy is driving me. They come from Kosovo – with all the traumas of war and loss that implies. I asked them to drop me at the main station /SELF –and there full chaos reigned, in my dream. I first lost my cell phone /my mind– and then I bought fast food ( sausage with lots of mustard and ketchup)/ thoughts that are not nourishing – and it glued itself to my fingers and then to my cell phone and all was a terrible gluey mess.

I spoke to St.Germain when I woke up. There was a lot of laughing! I saw that I have the last 30 years perfected a descent in to hell. It became clear that I don’t have to go deeper – and I realized that it is the ego which wants to go deeper. All exploration of darkness proves that darkness exists and is real – and here and now I see that darkness IS the very thought system of ego itself.

The hell establishes its domain – and strengthens the belief that I NEED to find its deepest ground to bring love into that.

The thing is – there is no deepest! I am the One who chooses how deep hell is – and I am the One who chooses: enough.

When I saw that, clarity dawned, and a saw a host of little angels giggling and cheering at me.

My ego has made exploration into a chore – something to do to make “me” worthy, and even MORE worthy that you – whomever you are. It took the meaning of depth to a whole new depth.

Oh the absolute futility and silliness in choosing to make more darkness in order to give love into it.

There is a deep momentum in this habit for me. Holy Spirit help me to see this each time it comes again.

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