Connection

Connection

“It’s exactly like invisible white water rapids,” he said to me, standing by the door about to exit.  He was talking to me about the turbulence that planes experience in the air.  I was fortunate enough to have been visited by a pilot this weekend for a one on one session in Atlanta Georgia.  Obviously I ended up confessing my resistance to flying in airplanes. 

We ended up laughing while arguing back and forth about it.  Him making the case that airplanes are liberating and safe.  And me making the case that airplanes are essentially a metal death trap of no return. Now, from far up in the sky, the turbulence tosses the plane this way and that.  And I feel better somehow.  “It’s all water when you think of it, whether it’s in a river or in the sky as a cloud and it behaves the same way” he said.  Now, my body feels the memory of being in a raft in the rapids of a river, going up and down and being turned slightly sideways and being pushed into eddies.

 It’s exactly what it feels like being in a plane in the turbulence caused by weather patterns.  It’s so damn awesome how the exposure to a different perspective can cause a dramatic shift in our life experience.  I think this is what I love the most about my “job”.  I love offering a perspective that un-winds the knots in people’s lives.  This is also what I love the most about going out of body.  There are times when the perspective you are introduced to out of body, changes your entire viewpoint on life.  And life can never be experienced or lived the same after that.

The Story of Journey

JOURNEY

Sedona, like the film festival that calls it home, is intense.  There is no in-between to Sedona.  Sedona either claims you so you can’t leave or tries to spit you out, making your stay here super uncomfortable.  Synchronicity is amplified here; both positive synchronicity and negative synchronicity.  Sedona isn’t just home to several vortexes.  It literally is a vortex.

 It is a vortex in the middle of a barren Arizona desert, cradled by mystical red rock monuments.  It is full to the brim with people whose life experience had made it so they simply could not make it work in the mainstream world.  The concentration of them has made Sedona an alternate new age reality.  People here are awake.  They are engaged in all kinds of methods of escaping, but they are awake.  Awake people are always more intense than those who are asleep.

The dominant negative vibration in Sedona is: Shirking.  To shirk is to avoid or neglect something that one considers to be a duty or responsibility.  And Sedona is absolutely teeming with people for whom moving here is a part of avoiding a sense of responsibility and duty.  Sedona is like the unofficial new age/modern hippie capital of the world.  Obviously, there are so many things I love about the new age community.  It is the community I resonate with the very most.  But like everything, there are shadows inherent in the new age community as well.  One of those shadows is shirking

The Story of World and Time

World and Time

The conflict in the world is heating up.  Every week there seems to be more and more acts of terror.  Every week there is also more and more awakening on the planet.  The polarity is increasing.  It is making the world feel like a pressure cooker.  

the best way to describe the energy of the planet earth, especially amongst the human race right now.  We are all in a collective pressure cooker.  Many of us can feel the inner voice screaming at us “something’s gotta give.”

“Another world, another time.  In the age of wonder.  A thousand years ago, this land was green, until the crystal cracked. A single piece was lost, a shard of the crystal.  Then strife began, and two new races appeared.  The cruel Skeksis, the gentle Mystics.  Here in the Castle of the Crystal, the Skeksis took control.” 

Mirrors Story

Mirrors


From the fifth dimension, the sound of the swing set creates visible, discordant ripples across the quantum field.  She goes back and forth, back and forth.  Trying to disturb the isolated torment of silence with her movements.  The sunlight comforts the strands of her hair.  It shines gold wherever the sunlight touches.  Her cheeks are dry.  There are no tear stains where there should be.  She has grown accustomed to the reliable consistency of pain.

Two girls, living out the same life.  Perfect mirrors of each other.  Miles apart in the same country.  Unaware of each other.  Unaware that in the future, their paths will converge.  They wont be alone anymore.   

There is a kind of inauthenticity that is unintentional.  It just happens because most of us are inspired to share beautiful things.  When you look through a photo album belonging to a family where incest or alcoholism is going on, you don’t see pictures of a father fingering his daughter when she’s in diapers.  You don’t see images of her arms cut up when she is a teen.  You don’t see pictures of alcohol bottles and beaten faces.  You don't see pictures of the kids hiding in the closet.  It’s not that they are hiding it intentionally.  It’s that no one feels inspired to take those pictures.  No one feels inspired to make a scrapbook out of them.  No one wants to keep those moments, regardless of how the mind is haunted by them.

The White Lace Story

The White Lace Story

The warm summer wind blows constant through the trees outside.  It lifts the underside of the leaves, making the entire hillside of aspens shiver.
So many voices rise up through the space in the house.  They carry the celebration.  The house is full to the brim with people who have come for the wedding.  Like a family reunion ought to be, everyone is fully brought to life by each other.  Brought to life by the sheer abundance of precious moments of pure connection that happen when everyone is together with nothing to do except seek enjoyment.

We think that happiness is always a good thing.  But the truth is, the subconscious mind does not always agree with us.  The truth is for some of us happiness is like a pot at the end of the rainbow.  It hovers in the future like an unreachable goal that we dream of but don’t think that we can reach.  How did we end up this way?  We ended up this way because we suffered so much in our lives that happiness began to feel false.  We ended up this way because we felt blindsided by painful experiences.  When we are blindsided by painful experiences, especially when we are feeling good, we start to feel like happiness turns us into sitting ducks.  We start to feel as if happiness is vulnerability that leaves us open for attack at any moment.
This belief system can ride on the back of seemingly insignificant events in childhood.

 For example, the three year old child is laughing hysterically while running and is not looking where they are going only to fall and hurt themselves.  They might make the subconscious decision that happiness is unsafe and find that the emotional fall from elation to utter powerlessness and injury is so unbearable that they would rather just stay on guard and not let themselves feel elation for the sake of their own safety.  Another example is a child who gets super excited only to be disappointed.  They might make the subconscious conclusion that excitement inevitably leads to disappointment, so they would rather just not get their hopes up in the first place.  Another example is a child growing up with a parent who is a chronic worrier.  This child may be playing joyfully when their parent repeatedly and in a panicked tone warns them about bad things that could happen.  This instills the child with fear of the world and teaches the child to distrust their positive emotional states as if happiness and fun were a dangerous illusion.