Anger has become the overriding emotion among the citizens of this country. Moving into a rage, it is a sore that has festered to the point that it has infected us all. I’ve found myself so uneasy with this emotion that my smile has waned and my guts have erupted. It’s not pleasant and it’s not sustainable. Something will definitely blow. It’s for that reason I’m writing this post.

This blog is based on the possibility that we humans will evolve to a more enlightened state of mind. Under the present circumstances, it looks pretty grim that there is any possibility. In fact, the norm is erupting into a more abnormal normal. Minds are being blown apart by acts of insanity, bringing the common denominator of Common Sense to a level of Common Nonsense. Infantile brain-farts are dominating the landscape and, in some, the ego has become so infatuated with itself that it has blocked all notions of surviving the catastrophic murmurings of the world’s Mind-Sick Leaders. It doesn’t look good. (more…)

We need to be inspired. But inspiration doesn’t come out of flat words. Inspiration comes from legitimate love of truth. Translating that truth into ‘shaking and waking moments’ is an art that doesn’t gift many. In fact, there are few among us who can stir our bones and light up that marrow within us. We saw one of those people last evening at the opening of the Democratic Convention.

We always hope our leaders have that spark that cannot only lead, but can give us a reason to follow. Where fear is the spearhead for many, the true inspiration comes directly through our heart’s complete connection to absolute Love. This Love sends shivers down our spine. Once settled in that root it bursts upward, lighting up the joy sensations along the way, finally reaching our connector to the Divine and showering us in feelings of bliss. This was the experience, last evening, listening to Michelle Obama inspire. When moments like this touch our lives so deeply we must not forget.

Thank you all. Thank you so much. You know, it’s hard to believe that it has been eight years since I first came to this convention to talk with you about why I thought my husband should be president.

Remember how I told you about his character and convictions, his decency and his grace, the traits that we’ve seen every day that he’s served our country in the White House?

I also told you about our daughters, how they are the heart of our hearts, the center of our world. And during our time in the White House, we’ve had the joy of watching them grow from bubbly little girls into poised young women, a journey that started soon after we arrived in Washington.

When they set off for their first day at their new school, I will never forget that winter morning as I watched our girls, just 7 and 10 years old, pile into those black SUVs with all those big men with guns.

And I saw their little faces pressed up against the window, and the only thing I could think was, what have we done?

See, because at that moment I realized that our time in the White House would form the foundation for who they would become and how well we managed this experience could truly make or break them. That is what Barack and I think about every day as we try to guide and protect our girls through the challenges of this unusual life in the spotlight, how we urge them to ignore those who question their father’s citizenship or faith.

How we insist that the hateful language they hear from public figures on TV does not represent the true spirit of this country.

How we explain that when someone is cruel or acts like a bully, you don’t stoop to their level. No, our motto is, when they go low, we go high.

With every word we utter, with every action we take, we know our kids are watching us. We as parents are their most important role models. And let me tell you, Barack and I take that same approach to our jobs as president and first lady because we know that our words and actions matter, not just to our girls, but the children across this country, kids who tell us I saw you on TV, I wrote a report on you for school.

Kids like the little black boy who looked up at my husband, his eyes wide with hope and he wondered, is my hair like yours?

And make no mistake about it, this November when we go to the polls that is what we’re deciding, not Democrat or Republican, not left or right. No, in this election and every election is about who will have the power to shape our children for the next four or eight years of their lives.

And I am here tonight because in this election there is only one person who I trust with that responsibility, only one person who I believe is truly qualified to be president of the United States, and that is our friend Hillary Clinton.

That’s right.

See, I trust Hillary to lead this country because I’ve seen her lifelong devotion to our nation’s children, not just her own daughter, who she has raised to perfection…

…but every child who needs a champion, kids who take the long way to school to avoid the gangs, kids who wonder how they’ll ever afford college, kids whose parents don’t speak a word of English, but dream of a better life, kids who look to us to determine who and what they can be.

You see, Hillary has spent decades doing the relentless, thankless work to actually make a difference in their lives…

…advocating for kids with disabilities as a young lawyer, fighting for children’s health care as first lady, and for quality child care in the Senate.

And when she didn’t win the nomination eight years ago, she didn’t get angry or disillusioned.

Hillary did not pack up and go home, because as a true public servant Hillary knows that this is so much bigger than her own desires and disappointments.

So she proudly stepped up to serve our country once again as secretary of state, traveling the globe to keep our kids safe.

And look, there were plenty of moments when Hillary could have decided that this work was too hard, that the price of public service was too high, that she was tired of being picked apart for how she looks or how she talks or even how she laughs. But here’s the thing. What I admire most about Hillary is that she never buckles under pressure. She never takes the easy way out. And Hillary Clinton has never quit on anything in her life.

And when I think about the kind of president that I want for my girls and all our children, that’s what I want.

I want someone with the proven strength to persevere, someone who knows this job and takes it seriously, someone who understands that the issues a president faces are not black and white and cannot be boiled down to 140 characters.

Because when you have the nuclear codes at your fingertips and the military in your command, you can’t make snap decisions. You can’t have a thin skin or a tendency to lash out. You need to be steady and measured and well-informed.

I want a president with a record of public service, someone whose life’s work shows our children that we don’t chase form and fortune for ourselves, we fight to give everyone a chance to succeed.

And we give back even when we’re struggling ourselves because we know that there is always someone worse off. And there but for the grace of God go I.

I want a president who will teach our children that everyone in this country matters, a president who truly believes in the vision that our Founders put forth all those years ago that we are all created equal, each a beloved part of the great American story.

And when crisis hits, we don’t turn against each other. No, we listen to each other, we lean on each other, because we are always stronger together.

And I am here tonight because I know that that is the kind of president that Hillary Clinton will be. And that’s why in this election I’m with her.

You see, Hillary understands that the president is about one thing and one thing only, it’s about leaving something better for our kids. That’s how we’ve always moved this country forward, by all of us coming together on behalf of our children, folks who volunteer to coach that team, to teach that Sunday school class, because they know it takes a village.

Heroes of every color and creed who wear the uniform and risk their lives to keep passing down those blessings of liberty, police officers and the protesters in Dallas who all desperately want to keep our children safe.

People who lined up in Orlando to donate blood because it could have been their son, their daughter in that club.

Leaders like Tim Kaine…

…who show our kids what decency and devotion look like.

Leaders like Hillary Clinton who has the guts and the grace to keep coming back and putting those cracks in that highest and hardest glass ceiling until she finally breaks through, lifting all of us along with her.

That is the story of this country, the story that has brought me to this stage tonight, the story of generations of people who felt the lash of bondage, the shame of servitude, the sting of segregation, but who kept on striving and hoping and doing what needed to be done so that today I wake up every morning in a house that was built by slaves.

And I watch my daughters, two beautiful, intelligent, black young women playing with their dogs on the White House lawn.

And because of Hillary Clinton, my daughters and all our sons and daughters now take for granted that a woman can be president of the United States.

So, look, so don’t let anyone ever tell you that this country isn’t great, that somehow we need to make it great again. Because this right now is the greatest country on earth!

And as my daughters prepare to set out into the world, I want a leader who is worthy of that truth, a leader who is worthy of my girls’ promise and all our kids’ promise, a leader who will be guided every day by the love and hope and impossibly big dreams that we all have for our children.

So in this election, we cannot sit back and hope that everything works out for the best. We cannot afford to be tired or frustrated or cynical. No, hear me. Between now and November, we need to do what we did eight years ago and four years ago.

We need to knock on every door, we need to get out every vote, we need to pour every last ounce of our passion and our strength and our love for this country into electing Hillary Clinton as president of the United States of America!

So let’s get to work. Thank you all and God bless.

If you thought this society couldn’t get any more off its mind, well look around. If Hollywood were making this movie they would have a satan character manipulating all the seemingly sane people into zombie killers.

What’s the most troubling is the corruption of Faith. Founded on Love of the Divine, we now adhere to the concept of murder and mayhem as a warrior’s banner for god. And how many gods are there anyway? The Christian god, the Jewish god, the Muslim god, the Hindu gods… and on infinitum. Maybe these are just lower level gods, who we made up to justify all that we do good, bad or otherwise.

These books we pray to weren’t written by gods, they were written by men. Not even women were allowed to put their two cents (sense) in when it came to the written word. Why is that? Aren’t we all made in the image of whatever made this thing we call life? Why are women not given equal station? That is the most insane mind screw ever. We as humans are as equals, masculine and feminine natures of the same source. How can anyone deny that?

I’ve been writing about ‘Letters’ for some time now. I hold the principles these books talk about in pretty high regard. I do understand they are just words from a man’s mind and not the holy grail. Yet I think they make sense, because they give power to love and gratitude and peace and oneness more than anything that’s come into my view. I resonate with them and see them as an example of what the life of an awakened soul can be like. I know there are other paths that can lead to this door of awakening and those paths are equally filled with love and gratitude and peace and oneness.

But, here we are, in this state of madness. A message of Fear being cast like thunderbolts by minds who care only for their ego’s gratification and care nothing about the welfare of humankind.

Pay attention, for Attention is the key to staying awake and alert and alive. Whatever happens next those who carry the banner of rightness will stand after the storm clears, and the bones of those madmen will be nothing but dust.

Into The Void

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We recently went to see the new Ridley Scott film “Prometheus.”  I admit to being a Sci-Fi enthusiast and between James Cameron and Ridley Scott I find great joy in their film making; big landscapes, great effects and usually big ideas. It was this way with “Avatar” and in spite of the obvious horror and mayhem in the first two of the “Alien” series, a well made film that satisfied the longings of our imagination for something spectacular. 

I must admit that I was thrilled by the idea behind “Prometheus,” scientists in search of the beings who seeded our species here on earth, and finding images of a distant star system on cave walls dating thirty-five thousand years in the past. Then their journey to that star system, hoping to meet the Source of our presence on this planet. This took up about a third of the film, it was going the way my imagination takes me, finding magnificent beings, glowing with illumined minds and bodies, ready to bare their souls and educate us about the truths that lie beyond our veil of unknowing. And then it took a left turn, back to the concept of alien worlds with alien creatures and alien mayhem on poor humans, not to mention an ominous android who seems to show up in every Ridley Scott ‘alien’ movie. I guess that’s what fills the seats and we’ll have to leave the redeeming qualities to another film in a future time.

 We have dreamed of a more divine way, a cosmic heaven that is home to ascended life-forms who have discovered the truth and live in a state of conscious oneness with the “I AM.” Now that’s a story for the imagination. In truth, I enjoyed the big ideas, the big sets and especially the 3D effects. And in a small way I am hoping that either Ridley Scott or James Cameron will somehow venture across this blog and become interested enough to read more. Who knows what greater minds might find this small place in the ethers of web-land and get a tickle from the Cosmic Winds that spark their imaginations. Books like “A New Earth,” “Seth,” the “Pleiadian” sagas, or “The Law of One” channeling, all these pages of information trying to enlighten us to a new frontier of wisdom-born knowing.

Which brings me back to Love. If I could have left the theater with the Arrow-of-Divine-Love piercing my heart I would have felt it was a very good day. With that said, I am happy to end this post with something of that topic written in the epilogue of the recently completed third  book of “Letters from 500.” I hope it will find its way into the mind and heart of Ridley Scott or James Cameron and perhaps one of their future films will be something that all our fellow seekers can call their own. 

     

“Love is God. It is divine nature, Source. Here in duality, it is seen to be an aspect, a face of the deity. It can also be seen as an energy, a presence. But these are only perceptions. We can describe love in many ways, even in terms of its opposites. However, no description or perception can contain true essence. Love is itself the ultimate, perfect ‘container’. It embraces all creation. Love attracts and merges all, binds all in its boundless domain. We talk of love, trying to capture an understanding of it. We say it is this or that. We try to place it into a form, to put conditions on it. They do not fit. They never can.

“Love is Oneness. It is Void. There is no container for it. There is no true separation of it into this or that face or attribute. Love is not separate from truth or beauty or God. Love is not separate. And yet we treat it as though it has different forms. We must, if we are to use our minds in this world—in speaking and writing and imagining. (more…)