Special program - for women with breast cancer

I've decided that it's time for me to press the edges on what's possible. I know that the body is a reflection of the structure of our own thinking; and that the body is always a living expression of a time lag between any thought and the tissue response that it creates. Thought (or energy) shapes tissue (or matter), with the density of tissue always responding to the flow of thought.

I am aware of and deeply concerned by the number of women whose lives are affected by breast cancer. Many variations of dis-ease, really, but breast cancer is epidemic in its numbers.

So, I'm putting out the call to women who either are experiencing breast cancer or who know women who are experiencing breast cancer, and seeking to engage with them (Louise@WEL-Systems.com). I believe that through The CODE Model, new ways of healing will surface.

This will require a willngess for all of us - including myself - to press the edges on what we hold as real and true and possible. In my world, NOTHING is impossible - and that includes self-healing with breast cancer.

Breathing is good.....

David Icke...again!

I can’t remember the first time I read one of David Icke’s books – that’s how long ago it was. I was struck by his incredible capacity for detail, and the way in which he documented his findings. Although his approach was somewhat different, what he wrote, in some way, felt ‘right’. To this day, he is considered an extremely controversial speaker.

David Icke is back on my holodeck. Why? I don’t yet have a clue. However, I do know that when he starts showing up on websites connected to sites that I’m exploring; and when his name just happens to pop up in an email about upcoming conferences with links to audio files of his interviews; only a few days after I’ve been exploring acquiring his extensive DVD’s….well, I begin to pay attention. I am, after all, well trained to calibrate!

While listening to his interview, I was drawn to the places where our thinking overlaps. He knows that WHAT we are as human beings is a quantum biological instrument…a processor. He knows WHO we are flows through that device and is not bound by the limitations of that device. No doubt, were he to discover the Signals Dancing™ experience, it would all make perfect sense to him.

David’s thoughts of his discoveries are connected to notions of a conspiracy to ensure that human beings fail to discover the truth about themselves, allowing us all to stay in bondage. Perhaps this is one place where we explore and express different truths about ourselves. In my world – on my holodeck – I am held hostage only by myself. I am kept in bondage only by my ever-deepening coma of habituation and in the moment that I choose NOT that, that which binds me begins to fall away. Only I am holding myself hostage.

I am going to get David’s DVD’s and explore more of what he has to say. I am also mindful that the notion of ‘Evolution by Intention™’ makes it possible for all human beings to ‘emerge’ without anything outside them needing to set them free.

Who knows where this will go? In my emerging future, this is yet another wave that invites discovery of more of who I am. I am however, noticing that the things that are calling to me are profoundly different from what once was there. David Icke is a far cry from NLP!

Breathing is good…..

Cellular Confidence vs. Cellular Competence

Boxing Day. It’s indeed a peaceful day for me. No rushing around; no anticipation of anything, just a beautiful, quiet day unfolding. Music fills the house with a variety of renderings of the Christmas classics. Who would have thought that Jingle Bells could have such a variety of offerings? Solo artists, duets and groups; old stuff and new stuff; all of it an invitation to hum along as my day eases from one hour to the next.

I smell turkey cooking. This is the first time that I’ve made our Christmas dinner on Boxing Day. The boys still talk about what they call our ‘Christmas Cheese’ event as I introduced them to fondue on Christmas Eve. I learn fast – and won’t be doing that again anytime soon!

So, I sit by my beautiful 8 foot tall palladium windows, a dusting of snow still sitting at the foot of the cedars in the back yard; listening to an instrumental version of White Christmas, one eye on the clock and listening for the kitchen timer that will tell me that it’s time for the next step in the process of a wonderful family meal.

And in the midst of it all, the thoughts of cellular confidence vs. cellular competence keep nagging at me to write.

We often associate the notion of competence with a combination of knowledge and experience. It may be that cellular competence is what we call wisdom – and wisdom is a process of experience, with experience being the domain of the body. Cellular expression, in flow. Nonetheless, it continues to have the flavor of the past, with competence in some way connected to having X, Y or Z’d and thus knowing that one can X, Y or Z again, with a likely positive outcome.

Cellular confidence is different. There is no knowledge. Nor is there experience. Its essence is not of the past but of what might come to be. Its underlying presupposition is that which might become. Cellular confidence is a state of being that welcomes and embraces the unknown. It is an expression that recognizes that an emerging future unfolds – it is not planned, anticipated or even created. It just arrives, and we get to meet it as it appears. It is in those moments that we each become our own greatest surprise, to ourselves.

Cellular confidence – a willingness to invite and allow. A willingness to let go and trust that no matter how bizarre it may seem in the moment (usually when compared to history or expectations), its presence is pure genius and exactly what is required to accelerate my own evolution. Seems to me that I would have to trust the harmless nature of what would flow at least as deeply as I trust my own harmless nature. Perhaps that is the greatest challenge of all.

Who must we know ourselves to be in order to let go and, in doing so, create the Space for what might become? How do we accelerate access to (willingness) and capacity for (ability) cellular confidence? And what might our world become in the moment of our having succeeded?

Breathing is good….

Cellular Confidence

Soon, another year will come to a close. It has been an amazing one for me, with so much unfolding, quickly, over such a short period of time. This year has proven to me that I am not my stories – about myself or about anyone or anything else. The quality of my life lives in each breath, one at a time. When I trust that, life is full and rich and unstoppable!

As I write these words, others echo in the back of my awareness. Echoes of those many times, either in coaching conversations or program experiences, where I spoke of the degree to which life is ‘fecund’ with its own potential. Life is so pregnant with its own potential that all we have to do is get out of our own way and allow ourselves to be led. Not by the intellect, not by knowledge but by the vibration in every cell of our own body. Given all that we have been taught, doing so is easier said than done.

I’ve discovered that the kind of trust that has made such a huge difference for me is discovering how to trust my own body, without exception – one breath to the next. No master plan. No evidential trail for one direction or another. Just the vibration of the cells of my own body. Who would have thought that the journey could be that easy?

Life is bursting at the seams with its own expression! Over time, we learn how to moderate its expression, which demands that we cut ourselves off from our own bodies and look outside of ourselves. Well practiced, this way of going through life can give us compliance without sufficient vitality to care about ever questioning any of it.

However, cellular confidence – the deep knowing that we can trust the truth of our own experience – is a gateway to living large, living full and living LIFE.

Perhaps Anne says it best in her last blog entry The Power of Life. Her thoughts follow her experience as a recent participant in the Whispers from Within: Women’s Writing Retreat held at Oceanstone in November. As I read her words, I am reminded of how easy it all is. In truth, all we have to do is trust the vibration of our own body.

Life is good! It is full and vibrant and rich – and just aching to be lived!

Breathing is good…...

Emerging magic?

Every now and then, I wonder….how much knowledge has been lost over the eons of r/evolving civilizations? How many times have we, quite literally, reinvented the wheel? What was in the texts, so precious to those who tended them, in the massive library in Alexandria, burned to the ground and lost to us all forever? What of the missing information from texts of which fragments – bits and pieces – have been found and left us searching for what else they might have offered?

How many civilizations around the world, over thousands of years, have experienced and learned and engaged, only to have it all disappear because of circumstances ensuring that it was so? How often have we come and gone, and then come again, working our way back to what we once knew in order to move forward?

How much of the magic of who we really are is no longer available to us because we have no knowledge of it… no way to look outside of ourselves and point to a book or scroll or even a ritual or practice and say ‘There! There it is! The formula for living a magical life! Just do that and follow those rules and you’ll be ok!” How much of our own potential remains unexpressed, to our last dying breath, because we never found the directions to or instructions for its expression? None of it missing or absent, just unused due to the fact that we don’t know where to look for it and, frankly, most of the time, never even think to look; compounded by the fact that we may not likely recognize it when we found it if it did not match what we think it should be.

It seems that lately, I am preoccupied with such things. I’ve spent so much of my life working with people and have marveled more times than not at how amazing they are when no one else is trying to tell them what to do or how to do it! I’m reminded of a moment during a 6-day intensive with a world-renowned ‘expert’ in their field, when I found myself in a room with 75 other people. The expert had left the room and just before their departure, a participant (woman) had begun to speak. When the expert returned, about 20 minutes later, the same woman was still speaking. The expert abruptly stepped into the conversation and berated the facilitator for allowing this woman to ‘babble’ on, and then asked those of us in the larger group how many of us would have just let this woman ‘ramble’ on (this was a facilitation training). I was the only one to put up my hand. When the expert asked me why I would do this, my response was “Because when she’s finished, she’ll stop.” That was my last training with this particular expert. .

It is a rare moment indeed, when we actually get to say what we want to say, and someone just listens. In all the years that I’ve been coaching, I’ve discovered that the client – if both welcomed and encouraged to just trust him/herself – always finds their own way home. Far too many of us grow up believing that what we have to say doesn’t matter, is of no interest to others, is silly/stupid/boring, takes up too much of other people’s precious time, is without merit, etc. We grow up believing that we have to make it quick, can’t ramble, must get to the point quickly and must never, ever, take time to pause….shed a tear or take a breath…or just take a moment to ponder what is most meaningful to us in this moment that we might share it with another.

When we’re in that big a hurry and that desperate for accurate details, small wonder that the magic of who we are has disappeared! Magic doesn’t happen that way.

When I browse the internet, scan for the latest interesting book, consider what audio product I might explore, I am very mindful of the culturally conditioned inclination to seek outside myself for someone else to have the answer. And it is culturally conditioned. What makes us think that we don’t have the answers we seek? Children seem to know what they want and what they don’t want, and we spend much of our time talking them out of it or punishing them when they won’t be stopped ‘with reason’.

Magic. Where does magic live? I’ve never found it outside of me, nor have I ever known anyone else to find their magic outside of them. That tells me something (but I am, of course, exceptionally well trained!) and that is that it must already live inside me. Am I willing to discover how to find it? And when I do, do I know how to recognize it as magic? And once I do, am I willing to allow it to flow and shape my life? And lastly, but most importantly, am I willing to allow my magic to be seen by others?

And just maybe, the most important of all, is that magic is never found but does the finding. If I am willing to slow down….let go…and allow myself to be led, magic may just have enough of a chance to sneak up on me when I least expect it, and make my day one that I will cherish for the rest of my life.

Magic happens, for me, when I am willing to just trust that it’s there! Magic unfolds in my life from one wave to the next, one step to the next, without any need for a master plan. Magic makes it possible for my life to unfold – moment to moment, day to day, one breath to the next. It is not so much that magic allows my future to emerge; it is that allowing my future to emerge is magical.

I wonder how often what I think I need, isn’t – and what I do need calls patiently to me until I can hear its sound. My chances of hearing are greater when the noise inside me has ceased, or at least been reduced to a dull roar. Unlike things outside of me, magic isn’t pushy or insistent or demanding. It will invite but will fade into the background when the rules kick in to ensure that I deny what is instinctual and I defer to what I’ve been trained to be.

Knowledge can come from someone or someplace else…from the ancients and all that has been lost to us that we can never have. But wisdom can only come from me and lives in my life unfolding, experienced from one awakened moment to the next. When magic decides to dance, it always chooses wisdom as its partner.

And I know there is much more.

Breathing is good....

Male bashing?

Hmm…the words are barely nestled into the blog when the notion of ‘male bashing’ surfaces. Is that what I’m doing? Is that what others will see if/when they choose to read what I have written about myself….about my quiet truth?

For whatever reason, as I consider these thoughts, I am pulled to seek out Ray Landry’s blog (www.eternallyevolving-ray.blogspot.com). Ray is one of those (to me) rare and amazing men who is willing to do what it takes – no matter how much pain they must move through – to find themselves…the ‘self’ that lies buried deeply under decades of dogma and pretense and intense effort to crush …and all that it takes for them to get there.

I read his words and I am drawn to write to him. In this moment, I do not feel quite so alone.

Ray:

I read your most recent entries today and am very mindful of that increasing sense of intensity...that urgency to engage differently...be different....create new experience.

Yesterday, I wrote in my blog about what I knew as a 'quiet truth' for myself. Last night and today I had the first suggestions that I am 'male bashing'....taking random pot-shots at all men because of gender. For the last hours, I've been wondering about that. And I've been reading your thoughts in your blog and felt the need to engage with you.

If I consider it all as a metaphor, I believe that your experience and mine are mirror images of each other. I'm not even sure I know what that means except that it somehow feels right inside my body. It is not about reflections, even, it is more that one of us lives inside the mirror into which the other gazes, with each of us reflecting back to the other what we've lost. I am increadibly mindful of the tension...the intensity..and the density of its manifestation in the world in which we both move.

You can say things...can generalize...about men in a way that I can't because I'm not one. I read your blog and I share every thought that you've written.

So what am I trying to say???? Firstly, I am deeply grateful to see your words and to know that your voice is being heard, ringing in the ears of men. My voice would only be heard as shrill and accusatory, droning on sufficiently to become yet more white noise to be ignored. Can other men ignore your voice?

In your words, I consider my sons. What harm has come to my sons (and it has) has come at the hands of other men. Physical assault. Ridicule. Humiliation. All of these because they were 'different' and without the desire to assault, ridicule and humiliate anyone else. As their mother, this is deeply painful to me. As I encouraged them to hold their ground and be true to themselves, I lived in fear that who they were would be sufficiently irritating to escalate the aggression against them by other boys/young men. (I notice as I write this that I am struggling, even to this day, to make sense of any of it! How mindless! And I wonder...what were those children taught???) Today, what comes to mind is the loss of innocence. When ours has been taken, we seek to destroy it in others.

I continue to struggle to find the point that I am trying to make.....

Gratitude! Deepest appreciation for your courage! Relief! At these thoughts being in YOUR words and in the sound of YOUR voice! Who would accuse you of male bashing???

In this single moment, I do not feel quite so alone because of you. In this moment, my voice finds within its spaces my own courage to continue to say what is true and meaningful for me. And in this moment, as I re-read what I wrote yesterday, I am clear on who I am, what I stand for - and that my voice is clear and rings true.

My saddest moments are those when I fear that my sons - my beautiful, loving, generous, kind, funny, compassionate sons - will become what they hate in order to protect themselves. Is this what awaits all young boys as they become men? In this moment, one son has chosen to become a police officer, and the other is moving toward a career in the military. It breaks my heart.....

My last thought in yesterday's entry krept up on me as I was writing. I had no idea that it would go there, and it simply did. And that thought was: what of those men who do not know what it is to be loved? What future will unfold for them?

Men hurt others.....women, children and other men. All men? No, absolutely not...but far too many to pretend that it is not so. Women will never stop men from spiraling down this path to destruction of self and other - only other men can do that.

In all the years that I have been working with people - men and women - I cannot begin to tell you how many times I bore witness to the histories of young boys who were assaulted, humiliated, ridiculed and brutalized at the hands of the men in their lives. And I don't doubt for a moment that as young children, they (the bringers of harm) too were scarred in the same way by yet someone else. I don't know if your willingness to be all of who you choose to be will make a difference, but I do know that it will not if you don't. I don't know if raising your voice to declare, as a man, that who men have become is not acceptable to you will make a difference - but I do know that if you don't , it won't.

My voice - the voice of a woman - will only be heard as whining, complaining, etc. My hope, from somewhere deep in my belly - likely where my children grew - is that your voice will matter. As much as mine may not, I am unwilling for it not to be heard.

Thank you, Ray....your blog gives me hope.

Louise

Breathing is good....

A quiet truth

Every day, I discover more of what is ‘real’ for me…what is deeply meaningful.

I just spent five days (Whispers from Within: Women’s Writing Retreat) with women who were committed to discovering how to listen to the whispers inside themselves. The sounds of who we are that are drowned out by the dull, relentless droning of our daily lives – all the shoulds and musts; all the obligations and commitments; and all the fears, rages and resentments that often are the companions that fill the empty space left behind when what we want…what we desire…is deemed irrelevant, undeserved and without merit.

Being willing to stop…to make room in our own lives for our own needs…is in itself an act of courage. Beyond that, being willing to stay with the tumultuous, chaotic inner world that often precedes our discovery from these whispers, sometimes shakes the physical body to its core. And yet, each of these women did just that. From one day to the next, I was often moved to tears and filled with awe at the depth of their courage and determination to engage; the immensity of their desire to LIVE LARGE! I felt deeply honoured to have been on this journey with them.

Whispers from within. Whispers from the past of things hidden. Whispers of the future and who we might become if only we could give ourselves permission. Whispers dulled by time and buried beneath duty, obligation and cultural demands. Whispers still lingering deep inside – where we live – long forgotten and yet, unwilling to be overlooked. All of them ARE the story of who we have been – and the gateway to who we might become.

It is no secret that I am deeply drawn to and committed to working with women. In these very challenging and sometimes frightening times, I believe that women are the key to a future that sustains life for us all. In the space that Gaia is for our living, growth and evolution, I believe that women are the soul of its potential and that men are its sense of adventure. Over time and for whatever reasons, women have lost their sense of adventure and men have lost their souls. It may well be that until each of us can rediscover and reclaim within ourselves the half that the other represents, we will never be whole.

Innocence lives in our being whole. Life, growth and evolution live in our being whole. When we are whole – when we can live in the full innocence of our natural state of being – we become harmless. Without this innocence, we have the capacity to be dangerous and to do ourselves and each other great harm.

Innocence lost leaves us drifting. Innocence taken leaves us enraged and/or terrified; seeking to soothe our own pain by punishing others or ourselves. And yet, no matter how good we get at doing so, the result always leaves us empty, exhausted and more desperate than we were the first time.

Over my 20+ years working with others, I have lost count of how many men and women I have worked with. However, I have not failed to notice that as I have moved away from content and technique and moved more toward context and process, fewer and fewer men are choosing to engage. Many of those who have chosen to be part of these context/process explorations have shown themselves to be of great courage, with a determination to free themselves from their history and their own limitations. For many, the price they have paid in being true to themselves has been the essential requirement for them to question their 'manhood'; to question what it is that men have become in this time, and to what degree they have been repelled by their findings. For many, their exploration has brought them freedom from the need to drift with the majority, coupled with a sense of being alone as they stand separate from the pack.

In my work, I have come to believe that the courage to move beyond the status quo and redefine who we might become presents in far greater numbers with women than it does with men. Women have so little to lose and so much to gain in moving beyond what we have come to know as ‘truth’ or 'reality'. On the other hand, men have (at first glance) much to lose and little to gain. Considered to be the keepers of the power and the essence of its expression in our physical world, they hang on to what they know with great determination – even when what they know leaves a bitter taste in their mouths and will eventually kill them.

I have also come to conclude that as much as I have invested myself in the past in working with men (and I have worked with some amazing men for whom I continue to have a deep and abiding respect and affection), I am not the woman to make the difference with them in their lives. Over generations, their walls have become high and thick, requiring a motivation, determination and commitment that will likely only be available to the people who love them... to the women who love them.

As I work with women and they rediscover and reclaim their sense of adventure, the men in their lives awaken to something different for themselves. The awakening of the women offers permission for the men to become other than what they’ve been trained to be and to believe they must always be. The conditioning is so deep and the fear is so great that only someone who loves them can stay long enough and engage deeply enough to make the difference that is critical – and do it in a way that keeps them safe and willing to engage. Without a sense of personal safety, there is no willingness to explore.

I've also noticed that as women awaken, they begin to awaken other women. Such is the way women interact with other women: mother, daughter, sister, friend, colleague – it makes no difference. When one woman discovers how to live an awakened life, she shares freely, openly and abundantly with other women. Big, loose, rich, deeply textured conversations with other women (over coffee or lunch at work, across the kitchen table with steaming hot tea waiting to be sipped, etc.) flow easily and effortlessly. Words shared. Thoughts shaped. Tears shed. Laughter filling the body where the tension has been released and the space created as an invitation to connect. All of it offered and received in love.

As I ponder all of this, I am left with a nagging sense of unease: what of those men who do not know what it is to be loved? What future will unfold for them?

Breathing is good…..

The Women of Whispers from Within

They come for a variety of reasons, bringing with them things unfinished as well as things not yet begun. But nonetheless, they come.

They arrive, each with their own agenda – some filled with specifics and others totally unformed, each palpably potent in their intention. And nonetheless, they come.

It begins with what it would seem that women do best: we simply sit and catch up. We take turns listening and speaking, seeming to know just when to switch from one to the other. We offer our thoughts and allow those of others to flow through us, awakening what they will on their journey through the conduits of our own receptors. And nonetheless, we are there.

And then we move deeper…into our own thoughts, into our own memories and into our own restlessness. We listen for, and so begin to hear, ourselves reverberating in the words of others. Are we really all that much different? Can it be that we are the same, with only a thin layer of our humanity keeping us from profoundly connecting to each other – and to ourselves? In these moments, we become aware that we are indeed not separate; that each of us is an expression of some aspect of another’s consciousness on the holodeck of our experience; and sometimes with hesitation and sometimes with great joy, we embrace ourselves through the words of others.

The sounds we make vibrate in our own bodies and then ripple out through the field. Sometimes flowing, sometimes drifting without seeming direction, and sometimes penetrating with searing heat and a bull’s eye to the core of our being, And nonetheless, through it all, we choose to stay awake.

We write and our thoughts move from the inside of us to the outside. We speak inside ourselves, and in that moment something opens and we weep. We speak out loud what we have written, in the solitary security of our own room, and somehow, those vibrations find new tissue not yet awakened. And then, with the courage that it takes to speak with trembling body and voice, we speak out loud for others to bear witness. In that moment, we are all transformed and we discover: who I am is just fine.

More whispers begin to free themselves… begin to awaken, one calling to the next to pass on the joyous potential of being heard! Whispers become ripples and tingles and heat, as they awaken and enliven the very tissue of our being. Finally! The light of who we are has awakened new thoughts….new sensations…and new ways of moving through our world.

All that, just from being willing to do nothing.

Breathing is good.....

Redefining our humanity

I love movies – and I love science fiction. To me, it is less science fiction and much more science faction. The difference is just a matter of elapsed time.

Human beings and androids. Each so sure of what they are and so definite in their knowing that they are separate, and that one is not the other. I know that we think we know what a human being is.

When I think ‘human being’, my conditioning tells me: what’s to discuss? And yet I remember an episode of Star Trek: TNG in which Data discovers that his mother is an android. She thinks she’s a human being – not an android being. The whole episode was about whether or not they should tell her she’s an android, since her consciousness had been transferred into the android frame and programmed for a progression of natural decline, to her ‘human’ death.

That’s a big leap – from human being to android being. It’s not a shift within an existing context (like, child human to adult human, or male human to female human, or black human to white human, etc.), it’s a complete shift of context. (like human to fish). And, since all meaning is context dependent, it’s a critical distinction.

Or waking up one day and discovering that I’m adopted…and I’m really the child of a distant and powerful king. It may change my perception of WHO I am, but it does not change WHAT I am.

What if there is another huge leap of distinction – a critical distinction – that we’re not noticing? This distinction lies within how we define WHAT a human being is. What if we’re wrong….or incomplete…in our definitions? After all, our origins were not launched with a manual – we made it up as we went along. What if we made it up from ignorance and forgetfulness? What if there is more to us that we’ve overlooked?

What if we were to stop….consider what we now know from the quantum sciences about the design and function of the quantum biological human and standing in that quantum biological human-ness, reconsidered WHAT we are? Quantum biology, and a quantum perspective, softens the edges around what we are and collapses the limitations of who we are and can become. That is not a small change (or even a big change) within an existing context. It’s redefining a context and with it comes the ability and willingness to redefine how and what we express.

It’s like waking up from a dream…one in which I am so deeply embedded that I am sure, even upon waking, that the dream is ‘real’….and discovering that as I shake off the limitations of that dream, it was nothing more than a long sleep with entertainment! The new science is the shaking that will allow us to wake from a slumber of limitation, stand in a new place and reconsider all that we have held as ‘real, true and fact’ about being human.

I continue to seek, within myself, the metaphor/story/analogy that will cause the jarring in the body that seems to be essential to that awakening. Maybe it’s just around the corner of my next thought…..

Breathing is good…..

Choosing life - no matter what!

As I move through the women’s writing retreat (Whispers from Within), I am mindful of how powerful women are when they wake up! This journey has been an interesting one as it has no agenda, no pre-requisites and no defined outcome other than one of discovery and waking up to the truth of our own potential.

Along the way, I’ve spoken frequently of Ervin Laszlo. Dr. Laszlo developed chaos theory. His depth of understanding of how living organic systems function brings joy to my heart! Not just as at the level of the individual but also at the way individuals come together to form much larger organic collectives. As I read his books, I am comforted in trusting that he just seems to know things.

A prolific and compelling writer with credentials too long to mention, Dr. Laszlo’s latest book is The Chaos Point: The World at the Crossroads. This is one book that I don’t think we can afford NOT to read.

In his book, he suggests that we (human beings…humanity…the world) are currently in a chaos window. I think of that as being at the Choice level in logical levels of thinking. His estimate is that this chaos window will stay open for approximately the next 7 years. In that time, we have the opportunity to change…to become different in how we move through and shape our world. If we do not change, that window will close in seven years and we will find ourselves at the chaos point – the point at which multiple, intersecting expressions of the living organic systems that we are and the manifestations of our creations will come together with great momentum to redefine our humanity for us.

This is not a good thing! I look at Dr. Laszlo’s book and I marvel at his courage to simply speak what he knows as his truth. No doubt, he is the first to be aware of the potential that his work carries for him to be labeled a ‘Chicken Little’ (the sky is falling!) and a portent of doom and destruction. And yet, he says what is true for him. His book offers a window into the discoveries of yet another brilliant scientist and an awakened presence. I wonder: do he and Al Gore know each other?

In his DVD, Al Gore shows us how things are coming together at the level of the environment, inviting us to see further than the present moment and consider what awaits if we do not wake up and engage differently. In his book The Chaos Point, Dr. Laszlo offers a similar invitation, with his intention to invite us to look not just at one system but many; and at how they combine forces and subsequent outcomes/impacts, to encourage us to wake up and do something different!

I could say that the combined work of these two men paints a grim and potentially terrifying picture of our future. And yet, despite the momentum of the trajectory we seem to have created for ourselves, I am firm in my belief that when women awaken, the world will change course. I am firm in my continuing belief that we need to do more than change – we need to transform ourselves; to quickly and profoundly shift our perception of what we are and who we can become as human beings. The vast majority of men is far too heavily invested in the status quo and has much to lose by engaging differently. Women have nothing to lose and much to gain by living differently.

I don’t think of women as sleeping giants – I think of us as goddesses napping. Awakening a giant may have unattractive and unappealing consequences. However, goddesses waking up from a long nap will likely be in a much better mood – and ready to rock and roll!

Breathing is good…..

An Inconvenient Truth – Al Gore

I’ve now watched this DVD for the third time. Each time, I am aware of the information offered and the magnitude of its implications. Even more, I am aware of Al Gore.

As I watch, I am mindful that the information has been seen in other places at other times. What makes it different THIS time is Al Gore. What makes it possible for us to hear it this time, is Al Gore. It is not the information – it is the powerful presence of a man living authentically, speaking in a voice that reverberates with the passion of this authenticity and being willing to decloak to the world with all that is meaningful to him. To me, that’s what makes the difference.

I am mindful of sharing this DVD with anyone who will watch it, as frequently as I am able. It is not that I am on a mission – it is that his truth is one that I share. In that shared truth exists the potential for the creation of a new, organic collective and the potential for a shift in consciousness.

Without getting into the details (because it’s late, it’s been a long day and the details are available elsewhere), I watch this DVD and I recognize that it is all a metaphor. As I listen, I become mindful of the notion of the holographic universe – or a ‘holographic reality’ – and recognize that in this metaphor, the forces of nature mirror the chaos of our own downward-spiraling consciousness. As much as I believe that each of us can make a difference at the environment/behaviour level with the recommendations to reduce co2 emissions, I am equally mindful that were we to shift our consciousness, the forces of nature would reflect that too.

I am also mindful that as quickly as we engage with our light bulbs and our thermostats (and I do engage in those ways), I am equally mindful that our existing consciousness is generating ‘problems’ at a rate and with a density that far exceeds our capacity to address or resolve these manifestations at the environment level. We focus our attention on efforts to make a better broom rather than discovering how to stop breaking glass.

Al Gore’s DVD is clear: we must change or die. I look at that and I recognize that we must change not only what we DO, but who we ARE in our world. I, for one, do not believe that it will be enough just to fix this problem. You can be sure that if we do not redefine what we are and who we are capable of becoming as a species, we will in quick time punch the pillow and yet something else will billow out to catch our attention.

Imagine an evolution of consciousness that allows us to discover the power of internal referencing (counter to multiple generations of conditioning to live otherwise and be superbly externally referenced); and in that internal referencing, we discover that today’s science completely redefines WHAT we are (quantum biological processors that process signals/information) and, from that, who we are (spiritual beings of immense capability…the godforce in physical matter) and more importantly, who we are capable of becoming. In the moment of that discovery, we enter a different world that is then reflected in our physical world. .

We see through new eyes. Nothing is ever the same again. We choose to evolve with intention rather than by default and at the mercy of our environment. We rediscover our capacity to relax into, unfold into and trust the process of the body, allowing our futures to emerge as the signal moves through the body and, in that very wave, designs the next layer of that godforce manifesting. And the world responds, shaped by the internal forces reflected in the external world.

I believe Al Gore is telling us to pay attention to our physical world…to the biosphere upon which our very survival depends…one breath to the next….and I also believe that his example is an invitation to us to wake up – wake up! – at many levels. Environment is one of them, making it impossible not to notice the impact of our intentions and our choices. If manifestation occurs in a spiral, with ‘thought’ and/or intention at the top, the world and its state certainly speaks to the physical results that are the byproduct of those thoughts/intentions. Maybe we should be paying closer attention…..

Count me in. Well beyond those five tips for reducing co2 emissions (www.climatecrisis.net), I am mindful of who else we need to become in order to design a very different world – one that pays attention to and values life in all its forms. How are we going to do that?

Breathing is good…..

Mortality, mindlessness and voice

I can’t remember what triggered it or at what point in the process it began. I only know that at some point, as I lay on my back on the massage table, thoughts of my own mortality drifted into my awareness. It was a peaceful sensation, making it possible for me to be still and relax, and continue to allow whatever that was to drift through my body.

Snippets of insight. Flashes. And yet, nothing but a sense of peace in my body. Nothing threatening or frightening. After all, I am not my body.

As I allowed myself to be guided by this awareness, it showed itself to be less about mortality and more about completion. Things completing themselves. The ends of lines touching as they curve around to meet themselves - and the circle completes. Moments of my shomehow having curved around and met myself. In that instant, that "I" that I have been is complete and becomes the platform on which to stand and discover the "I" that I am about to become.

I have a sense of things completing inside myself. It is as if who I have been has come full circle and is completing itself….quietly and peacefully….with a sense of wholeness and gratitude. I have done what I set out to do. In that awareness, I am complete.

The question that remains: Have I fully become? Or is this journey just beginning?

I’m different. As much as my interpretation of the ‘aloha spirit’ – my desire to invite and allow – continues to guide all of who I am, there is a greater intensity that flows through my ‘invite and allow’. It is still about invitation – and yet it feels somehow stronger….more potent….bigger….and with a voice that vibrates through my entire body. Where once it may have been loose, like a rope lying shapeless on the floor, it now has tension….has a taut-ness…that shows itself to have intention. Somehow, this ‘invite and allow’ is not a zero-sum game.

It is not my mortality that I ponder, for I already know that I am immortal. I am not the flame; I am the framework that allows the flame to exist. .When the flame ceases to appear, the framework has not died – it has only reshaped itself to allow something else to exist. I am not the thing- I am the force that shapes and sources the things that exist in my world.

Yesterday, I journeyed through the first offering of ‘Women Awakening’. Today, on the massage table, I realized that this half-day is the beginning of the call to women to lead and to co-create with men differently. The strength of voice that is its mate…its resonance and reverberation in the tissue….has gone beyond ‘invite and allow’. As I look back on yesterday’s voice, I now recognize it for the voice that once was and is no longer. Yesterday’s voice will not be sufficient for the call that ‘Women Awakening’ is.

Although it is still about choosing, it is also about recognizing that indifference will no longer suffice. Choosing not to choose is a choice. And in this time in our world, every choice matters.

What was is not gone, it has only become more. More strength. More clarity.

What will be has not yet fully arrived, but is less hidden. Less apologetic. Less tentative.

The invitation to engage is accompanied by a reminder of its alternative: doing nothing is also a choice and carries its own consequences. Are we willing to see them? To own them? To be accountable for them?

Life must be chosen and in that choice resides the seed of our own becoming.

I know there is much more to come about women awakening. More about recognizing that as much as it is the men who have shaped our existing world, women have been complicit through silence and compliance. I am not unaware of the millions of women who are bound - nor am I unaware of the millions of women who are NOT bound and yet choose silence as their way of being. Some must be silent and passive to survive. Others of us have inherited it; and still others of us remain silent and passive because it does not occur to us to do otherwise. Silent, passive - and invisible. Sleeping...deeply....mindless to what we are doing to ourselves and our children. Our absence has profoundly defined our present and presumed our future. It is never too late to change our minds.

Sleeping women are powerless women. Waking up is essential and must precede anything else.

There will be more…..

More on recognizing that for me, it is not about fixing the world we have; it’s about creating the world we want.

More about the 100th monkey…and recognizing that a shift in consciousness of a single entity emanates a pulse that profoundly affects and transforms the whole of consciousness – and transforms a world. (Gandhi)

More on recognizing that manifestation flows from the top, down (logical levels, spirituality to environment); that ‘reality’ is a reflection of the structure of our own thinking/consciousness; and that as our consciousness shifts, so does ‘reality’. The forces of nature reflect the turmoil – the increasing density and intensity – of our own spiraling consciousness. What will it take for us to wake up from this dream – and dream again?

Breathing is good……