There is a constant need as humans to know and fully realize our purpose.
Even during the time before we fully understand the concept, we are trying out our abilities, talents and skills in an effort to express ourselves. Our entire lives become an endless investigation into the perfect way of expressing what we have to offer the world. When we deny those innate skills, abilities talents and impulses, we often become confused, restless, bored and depressed. It somehow becomes more important as we grow in years to finalize that purpose. Lately people have become almost obsessed with trying so hard to figure it out, as if their lives depended on it. People no longer are content with the same patterns and ways of living that have consumed them for decades, perhaps even generations.
In our younger years we instinctively lived our purpose. However we didn't need to define and address it out loud. We just did it effortlessly and selflessly. That's what I love about children. They are masters of living purposefully. They fully get the beauty of being themselves without apology and without question. Where does that innate sense of purpose go?
I was looking back on my childhood and the pieces of the puzzle are pretty clear: I was the leader. I organized the neighborhood plays, coordinated the picnics and kickball games, gathered friends to do fundraising efforts. I was also the star babysitter. I had an innate sense of what it meant to take care of and help people. My friends would always come to my door everytime there was something bothersome going on at home or they needed some support. My house in small town North Dakota was like a beacon for light. I remember distinctly the feeling of loss when I moved out, wondering how I would continue to help people after graduating from high school. I took a few detours, and now have created the perfect form for my innate expression of purpose in my life: a psychic medium and intuitive coach. I create events, organize people, meet with people one-on-one, just as I did as a child and young adult.
There is a danger I'm noticing in our search for purpose that can lead it to becoming more a function of the ego than a true journey of seeking. It is in stating that there is something missing in life, that it's somehow imperfect. Feeling a lack of purpose cannot be confused with the feeling of unhappiness in our jobs, our marriages, our lives. While purpose may be unclear in those moments, no job, marriage or perfect life can ever fix that feeling of a lack of being purpose driven. You can be purpose driven in any situation or circumstance. It is truly a choice.
I've become aware that more of us are not content living without a sense of purpose. However, there is such a deep uncertainty about it at times, it seems as if someone is hiding it from us. The great news is, it's right within us all along. Being afraid of not knowing or being able to uncover our purpose is sort of like being a grown adult and being afraid of not remembering your own name. You don't question your name when you sign a check, you just know it. It's like second nature. That is what purpose is. However, unlike our names, we don't often learn to sign our purpose as quickly. It often can be similar to one giant puzzle. In fact, it's the neverending puzzle. Purpose is ongoing, it's what we signed up here to spend our time uncovering piece by piece. It continues even after we die, in the endless and limitless realm of spirit. By asking about it as something missing, we are creating the illusion that it is out there somewhere waiting for us to find it. Start at the beginning, when you were a child, or young adult in those days when everything seemed possible and within reach. Make a list of who you were in your neighborhood, what sorts of challenges did you overcome or triumphs did you have? You will be a lot closer to clarity than before.
Ultimately your purpose is to be where you are right in this moment, creating and expressing yourself through the eyes of love. That is what we are all here to be and do. The form (jobs, projects, hobbies) with which you express your uniqueness will change and grow over time. However, there can be nothing else but now so why not stop to see how you can incorporate more of a sense of it into your current job, your marriage, your life? Stop waiting for it to hit you like a lightning bolt, and start to become a living expression of who you are inside.....that leader, the artist, the creative thinker, the organizer....you and your purpose have been in there all along, can you feel it?
I also have a secret that may help you open your eyes to it. When we release the need to have the answers right NOW, the freedom available causes a deeper sense of connection and purpose automatically rises to the surface of our awareness. The next step falls into place without effort. Stop to look at yourself in the mirror. What do you see? Be still and listen. Get present in your life and you will begin to see you are a living expression of your own purpose.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Motion Sickness
We are powerful creators. What we spend the majority of our thought processes on is what the universe starts to send us, especially when it is aligned with our emotional guidance system. Those seemingly chance happenings in our lives are not so much chance as choice. Everything else lines up to match what we are spending our time thinking about (creating).
Troy is writing his book. He has a contract with Llewellyn Publishing. As he goes back and sifts through his journals, he is starting to see clearly what he began to create 10 years ago. He spent much of his time writing about helping people, serving the world through his work as a medium. It pretty well consumed his thoughts back then, as he was trying to find his place in the world at 20 years of age. His wishes were set pretty clearly out there as he wrote about the miracles that were being produced in the world via mediumship. It was inspiring for him to read back and feel the optimism and enthusiasm around his work and the development process. The universe has responded loud and clear with a thriving client base and many testimonials of how this work has changed their lives.
There were also some things he created that exist now that he doesn't want. For example, he wrote about wanting a comfortable living, but nothing extravagant, just to pay the bills. Guess what? That's what he got. Only, recently those goals and desires shifted to want abundance beyond his wildest dreams. So that's what he has focused his time and energy on, and it is beginning to shift everything. Business flows in effortlessly, with the abundance to follow.
I've seen Troy's life completely turned upside down by honoring his desires and then setting the intention, it being a perfect match with what he believes he deserves and wants for himself in his life. However, it wasn't always easy. The constant attention to his thoughts and not defaulting to fear every time something comes up has been vital to his success. I have seen someone come from a mindset of lack to one of endless possibility and joy. One common theme emanates from all of it: his ability to deal with the ebb and flow of life's changes.
Life is about change. It's essential to the evolution of this planet. Change isn't always easy to settle into. What I find is that it settles in and feels somewhat like motion sickness. Everything seems to happen at once. We shift jobs, consider a move, get a book deal, start a business, kids are leaving home...why does it all seem to come at once?
Our spirits don't know anything about space and time. However, our bodies feel it much more intensely. The effects of change show up like anxiety, fear, stress and anger. Bringing awareness and calm to the emotional connections to the changes in your life assists your body in adapting much more easily.
Our job as clairvoyants, coaches and healers is to assist you in the changes of your life. A session with either Troy or I can give your body the ability to identify and release those feelings of motion sickness that come with the changes of life. You will feel yourself becoming more aware, releasing the energy that holds you back from feeling joy in your life and allowing your spirit to shine. While we do often get information for your future, we are not fortune tellers. It is like having help rearranging the furniture of your heart. It suddenly just feels better to be you.
Troy is writing his book. He has a contract with Llewellyn Publishing. As he goes back and sifts through his journals, he is starting to see clearly what he began to create 10 years ago. He spent much of his time writing about helping people, serving the world through his work as a medium. It pretty well consumed his thoughts back then, as he was trying to find his place in the world at 20 years of age. His wishes were set pretty clearly out there as he wrote about the miracles that were being produced in the world via mediumship. It was inspiring for him to read back and feel the optimism and enthusiasm around his work and the development process. The universe has responded loud and clear with a thriving client base and many testimonials of how this work has changed their lives.
There were also some things he created that exist now that he doesn't want. For example, he wrote about wanting a comfortable living, but nothing extravagant, just to pay the bills. Guess what? That's what he got. Only, recently those goals and desires shifted to want abundance beyond his wildest dreams. So that's what he has focused his time and energy on, and it is beginning to shift everything. Business flows in effortlessly, with the abundance to follow.
I've seen Troy's life completely turned upside down by honoring his desires and then setting the intention, it being a perfect match with what he believes he deserves and wants for himself in his life. However, it wasn't always easy. The constant attention to his thoughts and not defaulting to fear every time something comes up has been vital to his success. I have seen someone come from a mindset of lack to one of endless possibility and joy. One common theme emanates from all of it: his ability to deal with the ebb and flow of life's changes.
Life is about change. It's essential to the evolution of this planet. Change isn't always easy to settle into. What I find is that it settles in and feels somewhat like motion sickness. Everything seems to happen at once. We shift jobs, consider a move, get a book deal, start a business, kids are leaving home...why does it all seem to come at once?
Our spirits don't know anything about space and time. However, our bodies feel it much more intensely. The effects of change show up like anxiety, fear, stress and anger. Bringing awareness and calm to the emotional connections to the changes in your life assists your body in adapting much more easily.
Our job as clairvoyants, coaches and healers is to assist you in the changes of your life. A session with either Troy or I can give your body the ability to identify and release those feelings of motion sickness that come with the changes of life. You will feel yourself becoming more aware, releasing the energy that holds you back from feeling joy in your life and allowing your spirit to shine. While we do often get information for your future, we are not fortune tellers. It is like having help rearranging the furniture of your heart. It suddenly just feels better to be you.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Sacred- a word from Chanda
This week I have been given the opportunity to meet some of the most beautiful people I have ever encountered.
A couple of months ago Troy and I were in our usual mode of staring at the map going "where in the world are we serving others next?" and were drawn back to Montana. This last spring we had an amazing response from a rather large group in Helena. We fell in love with the mountains, and decided fall would be a beautiful time to be here again.
As the trip drew closer, I noticed Troy had put a place called Babb, MT on our itinerary. I promptly questioned this. My husband tends to get overly ambitious, having us going from one corner of the state to the next figuring "while we're in the area" we can stop. It's an endearing quality that I love him for. He explained that while he was in Missoula last spring, he met with a husband and wife whose son had died unexpectedly and they were forever changed by the experience of connecting to the afterlife for the first time. They wanted to bring us to their town to offer readings to the community. After learning that the weather during September in East Glacier is less than desirable, and that we would be miles from a large city, I was less than convinced this was a wise choice. However, compromise has become my new middle name and I decided to give Troy the benefit of the doubt.
We found ourselves on the road again. Just outside of Glacier, I began to feel a stirring. It is really hard to explain. It was subtle at first but grew and grew until it felt as if our car was being picked up off of the highway and air lifted to where we needed to be. It was a magnetic feeling, and I was so overwhelmed with the voices I was already beginning to hear that I began to cry. I had no idea what we were heading into, and at the same time felt as if I was being given an initiation and a welcoming from the spirits that surround that side of the mountain range. It was palpable.
After arriving, we discovered that they would have 50-100 people at our opening event. It became clear what we were doing there in an instant. Love engulfed us all, we were giddy. We knew that some incredible healing would be done on this reservation. I suddenly grew intimidated. I have never done intuitive readings on a reservation, with people so connected to spirit that it's in their blood. Who were we to march onto their territory and deliver messages of hope and inspiration?
The evening event was incredible. Troy and I exchanged time in the spotlight. I was so comfortable, it was family, it was home. The space was sacred both in and around us, and it was understood this was our offering to them as a community. The offering of our gifts was held with the utmost respect and dignity. Needless to say, we all booked solid for the next two days. We were in heaven...literally. After speaking with one of the owners of the bar where we presented (no lie, we really were in a bar) I discovered that they lose at least 30 young people to tragedies every year. It was clear that energetically the community was suffering. A little light and hope was all they were looking for, and it wasn't happening in the pews of their churches anymore. We were humbled and honored by the faith and trust they placed on us to deliver. And we did. Every time. I pulled up my boot straps and declared that I would be whatever was needed. Sometimes I was a hands on healer, other times the medium, other times the intuitive. No matter what was called for from person to person, I was able to pull from within the power to offer a sense of closure and peace they all so desperately longed for. Those who were searching for answers received them. Loved ones, spirit guides, animal totems and channeled messages graced the walls of that bar. It will never be the same.
The joy and peace that was exchanged will be an experience I will never forget. They begged us to stay extra days. We begged them to let us come back, knowing our time together was complete for now. They offered us a gift, a peace offering, a tribal offering to honor us. It was touching. I can't say looking back who was changed more by that experience, them or me. I am incredibly humbled by the true power of allowing. It is in that space where love...a.k.a. miracles lie. I offer a prayer now, a meditation to honor those we met in Babb, Montana and for that sacred place we all shared together.
Great Mother, sacred Earth. Please guide and protect the people of the Blackfeet Reservation.
It is in your nurturing hands they will be carried. Lift them up, caress their souls gently now. We give gratitude for the grace you bring to the land, healing the multitude of sorrows laying like a fresh blanket of snow so cold and heavy. Melting the hurt cleanses their spirits like the melting snow that flows back to the river, back to where it came. So connected, this cycle of life. Your steadiness gives strength to this people, as you hold them up. They understand your divine connection to them, to us all. Bring peace and understanding to their children and their children's children. Amen.
A couple of months ago Troy and I were in our usual mode of staring at the map going "where in the world are we serving others next?" and were drawn back to Montana. This last spring we had an amazing response from a rather large group in Helena. We fell in love with the mountains, and decided fall would be a beautiful time to be here again.
As the trip drew closer, I noticed Troy had put a place called Babb, MT on our itinerary. I promptly questioned this. My husband tends to get overly ambitious, having us going from one corner of the state to the next figuring "while we're in the area" we can stop. It's an endearing quality that I love him for. He explained that while he was in Missoula last spring, he met with a husband and wife whose son had died unexpectedly and they were forever changed by the experience of connecting to the afterlife for the first time. They wanted to bring us to their town to offer readings to the community. After learning that the weather during September in East Glacier is less than desirable, and that we would be miles from a large city, I was less than convinced this was a wise choice. However, compromise has become my new middle name and I decided to give Troy the benefit of the doubt.
We found ourselves on the road again. Just outside of Glacier, I began to feel a stirring. It is really hard to explain. It was subtle at first but grew and grew until it felt as if our car was being picked up off of the highway and air lifted to where we needed to be. It was a magnetic feeling, and I was so overwhelmed with the voices I was already beginning to hear that I began to cry. I had no idea what we were heading into, and at the same time felt as if I was being given an initiation and a welcoming from the spirits that surround that side of the mountain range. It was palpable.
After arriving, we discovered that they would have 50-100 people at our opening event. It became clear what we were doing there in an instant. Love engulfed us all, we were giddy. We knew that some incredible healing would be done on this reservation. I suddenly grew intimidated. I have never done intuitive readings on a reservation, with people so connected to spirit that it's in their blood. Who were we to march onto their territory and deliver messages of hope and inspiration?
The evening event was incredible. Troy and I exchanged time in the spotlight. I was so comfortable, it was family, it was home. The space was sacred both in and around us, and it was understood this was our offering to them as a community. The offering of our gifts was held with the utmost respect and dignity. Needless to say, we all booked solid for the next two days. We were in heaven...literally. After speaking with one of the owners of the bar where we presented (no lie, we really were in a bar) I discovered that they lose at least 30 young people to tragedies every year. It was clear that energetically the community was suffering. A little light and hope was all they were looking for, and it wasn't happening in the pews of their churches anymore. We were humbled and honored by the faith and trust they placed on us to deliver. And we did. Every time. I pulled up my boot straps and declared that I would be whatever was needed. Sometimes I was a hands on healer, other times the medium, other times the intuitive. No matter what was called for from person to person, I was able to pull from within the power to offer a sense of closure and peace they all so desperately longed for. Those who were searching for answers received them. Loved ones, spirit guides, animal totems and channeled messages graced the walls of that bar. It will never be the same.
The joy and peace that was exchanged will be an experience I will never forget. They begged us to stay extra days. We begged them to let us come back, knowing our time together was complete for now. They offered us a gift, a peace offering, a tribal offering to honor us. It was touching. I can't say looking back who was changed more by that experience, them or me. I am incredibly humbled by the true power of allowing. It is in that space where love...a.k.a. miracles lie. I offer a prayer now, a meditation to honor those we met in Babb, Montana and for that sacred place we all shared together.
Great Mother, sacred Earth. Please guide and protect the people of the Blackfeet Reservation.
It is in your nurturing hands they will be carried. Lift them up, caress their souls gently now. We give gratitude for the grace you bring to the land, healing the multitude of sorrows laying like a fresh blanket of snow so cold and heavy. Melting the hurt cleanses their spirits like the melting snow that flows back to the river, back to where it came. So connected, this cycle of life. Your steadiness gives strength to this people, as you hold them up. They understand your divine connection to them, to us all. Bring peace and understanding to their children and their children's children. Amen.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Automatic Writing - from Chanda
I took on an exercise in journaling last night. I would call it automatic writing, because when I read back on what I wrote it was as if it wasn't me writing. I encourage anyone interested or curious about this to take it on as a way to connect to your higher self, purpose, mission, or God. Thank you for allowing me to share this. I hope it inspires you in some way.
Love is...elusive and yet necessary. Sustain love and freedom remains. Sufi poets speak of love, touch the heart of love and grab the soul of love with words. Grab the soul of love with both hands and watch it disappear. Love is freedom. We speak of love, think of love, try to understand something like love. No understanding can bring love into existance. It fleets from moment to moment pleased with the one who allows it to be exactly as it is, no shape or form holding it. Too much harm can come when the need to hold becomes too strong. Hold it and all is lost, let go and all is ours. There in the freedom lies the soul of love.
Time to strike against the nerves of the lives of others, mixing it up, shaking it...no them. Too vulnerable, you say? What else is there? Stir the imagination, you say? I'll leave that for the animators. My purpose...being drawn to digging deeper than the first layer of the soul. I help others reveal emotional blockages, baggage, residue to reach higher truths. Peeling the layers back of the onion one layer at a time, to expose the sweet untouched and flavorful center. Isn't that what we all want? Get to the heart of the matter, but that's too exposed, too strong, gives off an odor, makes others cry, too pure, too blinding.
Please God, peel my layers, help me find the center. The most flavor lies there. Others will dry their eyes, they will recover. I, however, cannot recover covered by all the layers. Please, God, I ask you to be bold, all hesitation lost, no one will give you permission besides me to strip away the unwanted layers of my soul. Through the tears others will finally see the beauty that is themselves, if they choose. Revolutionary and shocking, too far ahead of my time is o.k. Shaking up the sleeping, the lazy, the dying...get to the center of the matter, the heart of the matter, it doesn't matter what you find there and it is ALL that matters.
Love is...elusive and yet necessary. Sustain love and freedom remains. Sufi poets speak of love, touch the heart of love and grab the soul of love with words. Grab the soul of love with both hands and watch it disappear. Love is freedom. We speak of love, think of love, try to understand something like love. No understanding can bring love into existance. It fleets from moment to moment pleased with the one who allows it to be exactly as it is, no shape or form holding it. Too much harm can come when the need to hold becomes too strong. Hold it and all is lost, let go and all is ours. There in the freedom lies the soul of love.
Time to strike against the nerves of the lives of others, mixing it up, shaking it...no them. Too vulnerable, you say? What else is there? Stir the imagination, you say? I'll leave that for the animators. My purpose...being drawn to digging deeper than the first layer of the soul. I help others reveal emotional blockages, baggage, residue to reach higher truths. Peeling the layers back of the onion one layer at a time, to expose the sweet untouched and flavorful center. Isn't that what we all want? Get to the heart of the matter, but that's too exposed, too strong, gives off an odor, makes others cry, too pure, too blinding.
Please God, peel my layers, help me find the center. The most flavor lies there. Others will dry their eyes, they will recover. I, however, cannot recover covered by all the layers. Please, God, I ask you to be bold, all hesitation lost, no one will give you permission besides me to strip away the unwanted layers of my soul. Through the tears others will finally see the beauty that is themselves, if they choose. Revolutionary and shocking, too far ahead of my time is o.k. Shaking up the sleeping, the lazy, the dying...get to the center of the matter, the heart of the matter, it doesn't matter what you find there and it is ALL that matters.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Love is Freedom - from Chanda
Love is Freedom.
Those three words hit me like a lightning bolt last night at our Course in Miracles group. Just the night before I had been sitting on the couch throwing one of my famous tantrums (by the way now after the fact I have absolutely no idea what I was whining about), while Troy just sat on the couch in baffled wonderment at me, waiting ever so patiently for me to finish and then said "where are you withholding love from yourself, Chanda?" His question had me dumbfounded. But it stopped me in my tracks. Holding back love for ourselves means we withhold love from others. Earlier in the day I had a less than proud parenting moment with Jacob where I'm sure he was doing something really innocent and I was reacting which had us both in a time out by the end of it. All I needed to do was stop and remind myself to find where the love was missing in the moment. Sitting on the couch with Troy, hours later, I found love again, when all I needed to do in the first place was grant myself mercy for the feelings I was having and any and all angst disappeared. That is love. Love is freedom. Freedom feels good.
Today was filled with Love. We spent our day serving others. Troy and I manifested more abundance in one day than we would have earned together in a week when we were working 8-5 jobs. I found myself assisting a realtor clearing negative energy from homes she is trying to sell, analyzing stocks for another client and assisting someone connect to their spirit guide, while Troy helped someone who very recently lost a spouse connect with that loved one now in spirit. Just business as usual at the Parkinsons.
After that, we went to the gym, picked Jacob up from daycare, spent time as a family and by the end of the day we looked at each other a little dumbfounded and completely joyful at what we had created. Love showed up in the presence of assisting others make difficult decisions and gain closure. All we were doing was what we were asked to do. Can you clear energies of a house for me? O.K. Can you help me connect with my spirit guide? O.K. Can you help me reach out to my deceased spouse? O.K. Giving of ourselves freely, without judgment, letting go and allowing, because we say so, because we know it is right and is in perfect alignment with who we are as spirit. That is love. Love is freedom.
Food for thought: any action out of the motivation of fear is a dead end. It doesn't matter how noble or ethical the action. If it's based in fear, it will pretty much come back to haunt us later somehow, to teach us something about ourselves and who we want to be. I was listening to a podcast from Abraham (through the work of Esther Hicks) and he was saying that we have attracted and created our current circumstances only as a contrast to what we desire. So the current reality we are living in is there only to provide a contrast to what we desire. In other words, this is my home, my car, my job and my life, and it may not be exactly where I would like it to be. I definitely want this other home, this other car, this other reality. Fine. So start thinking about it. Where the rut catches us every time is any time we dwell in what we do not want, the focus becomes so strong, we become fixated on what exists that we really could do without. It seems like nothing can take our attention away from what is (again...that we usually do not want). Usually there is some presence of fear, so we take action out of that fear and guess what? Another dead end.
I had grown really comfy in my dead ends for a long time. At the same time, I couldn't figure out why I was always finding them. What I've learned is this: driving out of them means getting out the map again, shaking it up a bit and finding another way, shifting the direction I am going in, trying something else, something new, letting go of the attachments I have to my way being the right way. It's not comfortable, sometimes I run out of gas and need to refuel. Worse yet, sometimes I need to ask for directions, swallowing my pride and recognizing I don't in fact know it all...yet :-)
When we stop the act of desiring, we are dead. Living as if we no longer want anything is denying ourselves God, Love and what's rightly ours. I found the English translation of "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring." I read here that we aspire, soar and strive to truth yet unknown, to be like the Christ and that desire never ends, until death.
Jesu, joy of man's desiring,
Holy Wisdom, Love most bright;
Drawn by Thee, our souls, aspiring,
Soar to uncreated light.
Word of God, our flesh that fashion'd,
With the fire of life impassion'd,
Striving still to truth unknown,
Soaring, dying, round Thy throne.
Those three words hit me like a lightning bolt last night at our Course in Miracles group. Just the night before I had been sitting on the couch throwing one of my famous tantrums (by the way now after the fact I have absolutely no idea what I was whining about), while Troy just sat on the couch in baffled wonderment at me, waiting ever so patiently for me to finish and then said "where are you withholding love from yourself, Chanda?" His question had me dumbfounded. But it stopped me in my tracks. Holding back love for ourselves means we withhold love from others. Earlier in the day I had a less than proud parenting moment with Jacob where I'm sure he was doing something really innocent and I was reacting which had us both in a time out by the end of it. All I needed to do was stop and remind myself to find where the love was missing in the moment. Sitting on the couch with Troy, hours later, I found love again, when all I needed to do in the first place was grant myself mercy for the feelings I was having and any and all angst disappeared. That is love. Love is freedom. Freedom feels good.
Today was filled with Love. We spent our day serving others. Troy and I manifested more abundance in one day than we would have earned together in a week when we were working 8-5 jobs. I found myself assisting a realtor clearing negative energy from homes she is trying to sell, analyzing stocks for another client and assisting someone connect to their spirit guide, while Troy helped someone who very recently lost a spouse connect with that loved one now in spirit. Just business as usual at the Parkinsons.
After that, we went to the gym, picked Jacob up from daycare, spent time as a family and by the end of the day we looked at each other a little dumbfounded and completely joyful at what we had created. Love showed up in the presence of assisting others make difficult decisions and gain closure. All we were doing was what we were asked to do. Can you clear energies of a house for me? O.K. Can you help me connect with my spirit guide? O.K. Can you help me reach out to my deceased spouse? O.K. Giving of ourselves freely, without judgment, letting go and allowing, because we say so, because we know it is right and is in perfect alignment with who we are as spirit. That is love. Love is freedom.
Food for thought: any action out of the motivation of fear is a dead end. It doesn't matter how noble or ethical the action. If it's based in fear, it will pretty much come back to haunt us later somehow, to teach us something about ourselves and who we want to be. I was listening to a podcast from Abraham (through the work of Esther Hicks) and he was saying that we have attracted and created our current circumstances only as a contrast to what we desire. So the current reality we are living in is there only to provide a contrast to what we desire. In other words, this is my home, my car, my job and my life, and it may not be exactly where I would like it to be. I definitely want this other home, this other car, this other reality. Fine. So start thinking about it. Where the rut catches us every time is any time we dwell in what we do not want, the focus becomes so strong, we become fixated on what exists that we really could do without. It seems like nothing can take our attention away from what is (again...that we usually do not want). Usually there is some presence of fear, so we take action out of that fear and guess what? Another dead end.
I had grown really comfy in my dead ends for a long time. At the same time, I couldn't figure out why I was always finding them. What I've learned is this: driving out of them means getting out the map again, shaking it up a bit and finding another way, shifting the direction I am going in, trying something else, something new, letting go of the attachments I have to my way being the right way. It's not comfortable, sometimes I run out of gas and need to refuel. Worse yet, sometimes I need to ask for directions, swallowing my pride and recognizing I don't in fact know it all...yet :-)
When we stop the act of desiring, we are dead. Living as if we no longer want anything is denying ourselves God, Love and what's rightly ours. I found the English translation of "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring." I read here that we aspire, soar and strive to truth yet unknown, to be like the Christ and that desire never ends, until death.
Jesu, joy of man's desiring,
Holy Wisdom, Love most bright;
Drawn by Thee, our souls, aspiring,
Soar to uncreated light.
Word of God, our flesh that fashion'd,
With the fire of life impassion'd,
Striving still to truth unknown,
Soaring, dying, round Thy throne.
Montana Update - from Chanda
Well it has been quite a whirlwind since we last wrote in our blog. Montana was breathtaking, in many ways. Exhilarating in others. The highlights were meeting up with our dear friend Patty Kirk in Missoula. She and her husband have a home on the Blackfoot River. Imagine waking up to the sounds of the river, walking down to the dock and enjoying morning coffee staring at the beautiful mountains covered with trees. What a way to live! We spent a day hiking to Holland Lake and a magnificent waterfall and another day together floating down the Blackfoot River. We shared lots of great meals, laughter and work. Patty is a wonderful energy healer, and for the first time Sheri and I were able to share our work with her. It was a really profound experience.
We were welcomed so warmly at the Feng Shui Center in downtown Missoula. The public evening of communication was great and Troy's work really flourished there. We made some terrific connections, including a session we had with Archangel Raphael, channeled through a woman who does readings there. We were given much insight and guidance for what's to come. Raphael seemed to know a lot about us that he couldn't have known, and some of the insights were right on and downright spooky (this coming from a psychic :-) While in Missoula, we were connected with a woman in Helena, MT who owns a healing center. Within 48 hours she was able to put together a public event that had 30 people attend! Now that's manifestation!! We've been invited back in September.
After work was done, it was time to play. We headed to Glacier National Park for a family reunion. Cozy cabins kept us safe and warm as we connected with Troy's family from far and wide, intimate conversations on walking trails and celebrating a 50th wedding anniversary for Troy's aunt Barb and uncle Ronnie were the highlight. Jacob would say the highlight for him was going to his first ever waterpark with real water slides. He was so brave and did several of the rides by himself. After getting a bit spooked by one of them, he was ready to "go to the hot tub." So cute! We also went white water rafting. I've never laughed so hard watching Troy and his dad in the front of the raft get slammed time and again by freezing glacier waves. What an adventure!
We felt the sadness sink in on the drive back to Fargo. Leaving this trek was not easy to do. Not because we didn't want to come home, we really were very excited to connect back into community. It was sadness because we were leaving behind people we didn't recognize anymore, mainly the old Chanda, Troy and Jacob. We learned so much on this journey and peeled layers off of ourselves each day we were called to live in the moment. At home with daily routines it's easier to slide by, not really in our bodies, at times even coasting. When you are out there you are only thinking about your next meal and where you will lay your head that night. Not having any other distractions but the beauty and joy of the wonders around us, we were inspired beyond our wildest dreams. We found ourselves brainstorming ways of making a living on the road, fantasizing about ways that the "psychic Von Trapp" family could go to work for National Geographic or maybe The Discovery Channel? Maybe. Maybe not. Considering what we've been manifesting in our lives lately, I wouldn't be surprised if it happens. Careful what you wish for, right?
We were welcomed so warmly at the Feng Shui Center in downtown Missoula. The public evening of communication was great and Troy's work really flourished there. We made some terrific connections, including a session we had with Archangel Raphael, channeled through a woman who does readings there. We were given much insight and guidance for what's to come. Raphael seemed to know a lot about us that he couldn't have known, and some of the insights were right on and downright spooky (this coming from a psychic :-) While in Missoula, we were connected with a woman in Helena, MT who owns a healing center. Within 48 hours she was able to put together a public event that had 30 people attend! Now that's manifestation!! We've been invited back in September.
After work was done, it was time to play. We headed to Glacier National Park for a family reunion. Cozy cabins kept us safe and warm as we connected with Troy's family from far and wide, intimate conversations on walking trails and celebrating a 50th wedding anniversary for Troy's aunt Barb and uncle Ronnie were the highlight. Jacob would say the highlight for him was going to his first ever waterpark with real water slides. He was so brave and did several of the rides by himself. After getting a bit spooked by one of them, he was ready to "go to the hot tub." So cute! We also went white water rafting. I've never laughed so hard watching Troy and his dad in the front of the raft get slammed time and again by freezing glacier waves. What an adventure!
We felt the sadness sink in on the drive back to Fargo. Leaving this trek was not easy to do. Not because we didn't want to come home, we really were very excited to connect back into community. It was sadness because we were leaving behind people we didn't recognize anymore, mainly the old Chanda, Troy and Jacob. We learned so much on this journey and peeled layers off of ourselves each day we were called to live in the moment. At home with daily routines it's easier to slide by, not really in our bodies, at times even coasting. When you are out there you are only thinking about your next meal and where you will lay your head that night. Not having any other distractions but the beauty and joy of the wonders around us, we were inspired beyond our wildest dreams. We found ourselves brainstorming ways of making a living on the road, fantasizing about ways that the "psychic Von Trapp" family could go to work for National Geographic or maybe The Discovery Channel? Maybe. Maybe not. Considering what we've been manifesting in our lives lately, I wouldn't be surprised if it happens. Careful what you wish for, right?
Thursday, June 14, 2007
The Journey Continues
Today we took off for Montana after being back in Fargo for only 48 hours. There is an excitement to hit the road again and we look forward to what this leg of the journey manifests. We stopped by the Capital grounds today in Bismarck and took a picture with the pioneer statue. In many ways our family feels like pioneers...we are breaking new ground, out on a new adventure and the world is wide open to us.
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