6th March, 2022 Sunday
So white blanketed this dry pink earth in my first three waking hours. Sudden Sun shoved away blanketing snow laden gray and now sharp Light heat pierces frozen water. My parched dry pink earth gulps, moistening sleeping seeds waiting for Spring.
Spoke to Dear O yesterday, a Russian I met years ago in my California Acting Class period. Her Light Love beamed out of her so hard it made me laugh. Every time we spoke celebrated finding Heart Sister in each of us grown so far apart on Earth. We knew eachother. And we had just found eachother once again yesterday. Last time ten years plus past made no difference.
She lives now in California. We had to talk out Ukraine and Putin. She has relatives close to borders who hear bombs.
O is in fear of the End Putin blackmails. How can he be that? He does know its his too.
And maybe thats why. He is at his End. And cannot breathe his last without killing all of us.
A Gray Cloud. Blanketing The Hero alive and well in Ukraine.
I thought that Hero gone.
Its not.
The Sunflower, tall and full of joy and seeds stands proud and warm against the Gray. Waiting for the Warmth of Spring to melt away this Insanity.
We could not have killed our Trump because of all his crazy Right with guns. Martyrdom for T would have lit the Flame of militiaed Rage lurking in US.
But Putin now? He has lost the plot. And his demise would release us all to Peace.
A Million USD to take him out? Go on then…
My home here is Golden Lit each day as Night falls. A Golden Bath which shocks me every time into breathing deeply my Gratitude for Life. It cleanses all the trouble I want to know for all those in the path of Fear. I try to frame the moment as it fleets across the seconds I am granted of its presence. And offer it on the ether through these platforms which can reach to all on Earth.
I read the Sky Charts and we are indeed offered Swift End or Swift Beginning. We all know why the End is lurking. It is our Dark, that Dark in the Human which over and over again deny its Breathing in our closet until it sees us lazy about our care for eachother and then comes forward with its Evil seeking Death.
But The Beginning? Do we know what that is Still? If you need reminding, watch Ukraines. They who as a country must have their own divisions but Christ Almighty, they have lain them down to take up Arms and Fight the Dark. And Look at all the Rest of us. In a mere two weeks we have all agreed to disregard our differences in order to recommission Light against The Dark. Even China loves their children too.
I had a recent exhange with a person who had thought I had assumed the Right to question her longing for a different life. I had not and felt the sting of her umbrage strong enough to write her. She accused me of being “SO NEGATIVE”. In responding to her request for explanation, I found this thought.
“I do wish to offer you this relative to your comments about negative energy. I have found that positivity and denial can be closely related. I tend to take it all in. Some cannot. I am hugely dismayed at the state of the World and no, that is not a choice to be negative. It is a deep awareness that we as a species are not stepping up to the plate as well as we could. I am fascinated that I am alive to witness this period in human history. I have a deep spiritual life which sees light and dark and everything in between. I do not dwell in the negative, I just don’t deny its existence.”
Denial is why Trump happened. Denial is why Hitler happened. Denial of our Darker Nature. We could not know Our Light without Our Dark.
The old story about the Boy which Inner Wolf, the Dark one or the Light, will own him as he grows. “It is the One you Feed.”
The Gray Snow pelting cloud has once again shaded the Sun here as I type.
I hold out for the Beginning. And Our Light. That Our Hero is not Dead but is Waking in all of US and that Spring is coming.
But it all depends…
Tea With Me 