The Path Appeared when I was Ready
My life had finally beaten me into a teachable condition and touched the genius spirit planted in me. Later mentors helped me open the flow of blessing that I could release to the world.
In time through years of missteps, frustration and anger, I began to know something real about myself beyond the egoic persona I developed with the help of family and teachers.
This was a journey to recover my true self
I was gifted with shamanic abilities. Initially I didn’t know what these were or what to call them. I surely didn’t know how to use them rightly.
I was taught to call sacred space into awarness.
This blog is my attempt to blast through the egoic obstacles and share something that seems like wisdom to me. Not wisdom I come up with but wisdom from something greater.
My intent is not to teach but to share. Comments are enabled and encouraged. If you share with me, chances are we’ll all learn something.
I will remove comments from trolls and preachers.
I am also posting snippets and links from my teachers and others who inspire me and some of my person creative endeavors.
I – We
I have traveled since birth. My parents introduced me to the world via job assignments. In this way I experienced different landscapes, people, food and ideas. As I traveled I was offered the opportunity to experience the “we”. As I reached adolescence, my state of mind fell into the “me-them”. At times everyone else was…
Declining the invitation to rage.
A killing in Minneapolis, seizing a foreign leader (though they are not a good person) and reserving the right to use force to acquire Greenland. This invites my ego to rage. It’s justified and I’m angry. Jesus told us to love our neighbor and our enemies and he never said “except if”. As a person…
The Hero’s Journey
Leaving home, taking on life without leaning on parents or others, I traveled through life through situations by my unaided will. At the point of despair I reach out for help and for guidance. Once I finally accept that I don’t know I become teachable. In my broken state I begin I can begin to…
I, the Prodigal
Luke 15:11-32 English Standard Version I first heard the Prodigal Son parable in Sunday School many years ago. The message I heard was. He had a real nice dad and a cranky older brother. Later I revisited the story. I came to see how I took on all the roles. I played the role of…
Fire
I smolder, the fire within burns faintly. How do I nourish it? An open giving heart allows spirit to nourish my fire removing the dust from my genius. This is a giveaway Open my eyes to my blessings so I know what to give away.
