The power of manifestation!

We are all creators of our lives, but it is not a power coming from the thinking mind. Ideas may be nourish there, but the energy of our creations comes from a much wider and deeper place. In my experience, the delicate balance between clear vision and letting go makes such a difference in our ability to manifest. To try and control the outcome may actually propel us away from it. To see it, feel it, envision it, even smell it, but then let go and allow, it opens the channel for the mysterious force of life itself, meeting our wishes in the best possible way. We may have to look ourselves in the mirror at one point, removing obstacles we have internally put in the way of us creating what we wish for. So healing may take place, if we embrace it, just to open for the wonder we have so beautifully envisioned. It may not appear in the way we thought it would, either. If not, it will most likely be something better. Keep ears and eyes open. The key is to be clear and detailed, and then let go. 

This is what life has taught me.

In the midst of tiredness something so divine, something exquisite, may be effortlessly found. For me, in this very moment it is brought here by birdsong. Clear soothing notes, touching my depth. Traveling through shifts in the wind, it feels near. I catch my breath in awe, stopping, allowing. The stillness is profound. My soul is alive and shining, like the sun, all while my body needs rest. How often haven't I judged it as wrong, to do nothing. When, very likely, it is in such a state we can truly recharge our batteries. 

And the emotions, like strings on a guitar. If we forget to play our song, we may get lost in the rush away from it. If we play too hard, it may be noisy and terrible to the ear. But if we take our time. If we play the notes with care and focus, with openness and spirit, we may find a beautiful song at our fingertips. So much so that we melt, embraced by its glorious vibration. Intense at times, unbearable in moments, but never ever ruthless. A melody, a potential, reaching through to the core of our hearts, where healing and light is forever real. 

What a blessed life.

There is a way to look at the world, which is common. A gaze and energy, seeing through our own filter and history, our beliefs and our experiences, good or bad. Years of information gathered and we meet the world from this place, which can hurt or it can serve others and ourselves. Quite well, too. 

Then there's the wider way. 

As the eyes and heart really opens. As a sense of oneness is felt into the core and, more importantly, as what we sense is trusted, a delicate "knowing" may arise from the depth of our soul. Larger than the body/being/person that we are in this life, it's a connection to the divine. The bigger picture may then be seen and felt for what it is, something which can trigger resistance and fear in others. Many amazing truths can be expressed from this place, but it does require integrity, not to mention a deep sense of responsibilty. Such capacity has to be used well. 

An open heart allows it all in. The clear ability to distinguish between energy that just is contra the energy we are leaning on to form an identity and persona, is forever potent. Intuition is the key, not the thoughts from the thinking mind. There are traps because arrogance can play with anybody in such a state, rudely bringing thoughts of gain into these purer parts. It may think we are more or better because we know and see, or it may deny such magnificence. Both born out of fear. A deep love of self may save us, so the ego can't take control. Then again, the journey of any being is perfectly imperfect as it is, even when we sway from this "ultimate path." Our choices serve as reminders, that we are forever free to walk this earth according to our free will. As long as we are willing to meet the consequences of our actions. Our choices are always our own, but with an understanding of the divine - which we are so beautifully in touch with if we allow it - we may choose the higher road more and more. As we do, we may find that we move forward as one. The soul can deliver messages from this place on a basis of sharing, not gaining. On the basis of true trading, not profiting. A way to enhance, not break away. 

And so love can heal the world...

This is my experience: 

A choice can be made in each and every moment. Living in gratitude may be cultivated, despite challenges and other happenings in life. There is no shortcut to a place of such joy, however. To preach it without its true meaning, makes for an artificial idea. Ideas are great, but they go no deeper than the head, which is on top of our shoulders (of course). To be genuine we have to fully feel what is obscuring, covering, holding back the deeper light in us. Out heart has to open and our heart will love, regardless. This is a choice; our journey to this place inside. Rewarding every time, to come back to such freedom. I still get tangled up in fear, anxiety, expectations contra disappointment (of things not turning out the way I wanted) but with awareness the road out is never long. Intense perhaps, but short. And the heart can open like a flower, filled with love, again and again and again. What a wonderful life.

A Happy New Year to All!

Love J

As we speak and connect to others from an honest and genuine place, it is felt. We can "learn how to be", but the best way, I feel, is to express our own uniqueness with less need to impress or achieve, and more sharing who who we truly are. Ironically, this is when we "perform" the best. This is usually when others can truly hear us, not to mention appreciate us. This is what I saw in my son's end of year speech yesterday. I encouraged this, and he delivered. Naturally. Without putting on a show. Only he and what he felt at this particular time in his life. It was felt by everyone, I think. The feed-back was phenomenal. When someone speaks from the heart like that, it is felt. The words have more meaning because so often we can relate then, in one way or another. 

Love love love and Merry Christmas!

Jeanette

An old stubborn part of my mind is chasing something. An acknowledgement, from the outside world, which is not needed to feel fulfilled. This part believes it is, though. It thinks I need permission to be free. I know of it as an illusion, but find it hard to shake. It's as old as my life's journey and beyond. And in the wake of not finding such acknowledgement, resentment awaits. Like a harsh wall, threatening to rise between me and others. Then again, what is different nowadays is that I'm not blind. I see it, taste it, feel it, and aim to let it go. Intensity only means that I am meeting its ugly face, surrendering to love once more. An inquiry as old as the universe, but also as false as fake smiles. Oh, life - a journey ongoing, everlasting, but oh so beautiful. 

Love, always at its core, embraces. 

Happy December everyone!

Jeanette

Life has brought me in all sorts of directions lately, so I haven't had time to write on here for a while. As for this moment, the sun is shining and I have a few insights to share. 

Yesterday I felt nausea and was suffering from quite a throbbing headache. I was tired, but also I felt drained. I knew I had to take it easy, but not by using any form of media or other lazy stimulant. So in the afternoon I lay down on our outside couch, and totally relaxed. I was comfortable. Birds were singing and the air was warm as I began to breathe, deeply and consciously, to release any tension. So much so that I eventually couldn't feel my physical body at all. Instead I became aware of my authentic presence inside my body, a part which I sense is eternal. 

I lay absolutely still, not even a fingertip was moving. The sense of reaching beyond any pain or discomfort was now pertinent, in particular as I asked the angelic realm for assistance. The only thing still moving was my own breath, deeply and gently, in and out of my body in even, relaxing waves. After a few minutes of this a tingling was felt, and after that I lost track of time. Still, I had to pick my son up in town so the alarm was already set for just after five, which meant I had 35 minutes up my sleeve. 

I stayed in this position for the entire time, just to open my eyes as the alarm went off; the headache now gone as well as the nausea, completely and utterly. A feeling of healing and vitality filled my entire being and as I rose, the discomfort didn't return. It was over.

This reminded me of the tremendous power we have within; as we open, as we let go and become still. How glorious! For it is free! Available at all times and part of who we are! It may take a bit of practice to connect in this way, but it is there inside everyone. I'm sure of it. To stop and stay still may sound so simple, but nevertheless. In my experience it is deeply profound.

Worth a try! Any day!

All the best, 

Jeanette