Join Danielle as she discusses the spiritual dynamics of worry: How does worrying affect our life path? How can we stop ourselves from living a life drenched in worry? And when it comes right down to it — what IS a worry? Tune in by clicking the link below as Danielle passes on tips from Angelic beings — on how to avoid this all-too-common mental trap!
http://www.buzzsprout.com/11386/99559-june-21-2013-call-to-light-with-danielle-egnew
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Don’t get mired in the weight of despair – find out how to shake off those blues and keep on moving forward. You are more than the sum total of your pain! Join me as I discuss connecting to The God Energy: How do we do that? Why is it important? What IS it? How does Darkness work to keep us seperated from our Point of Origin? What happens if we co-create seperation from Light, with Darkness? Tune in by clicking the link and find out!!
http://www.buzzsprout.com/11386/97876-june-14-2013-call-to-light-with-danielle-egnew
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June 6th 2013 – Fear vs Gratitude
Listen to Call To Light Radio podcast while Danielle discusses fear vs gratitude: What is the cult of fear and how did we become a member? What is fear? Why do we allow our fears to run our lives? How can we live in gratitude instead? And how can the choice to replace fear with gratitude change our life? Tune in by clicking the link below, and find out!
http://www.buzzsprout.com/11386/96391-june-6th-2013-call-to-light-with-danielle-egnew
Hey everybody! I’m so excited to announce my personal spiritual podcast, “Call To Light” — a weekly half-hour spiritual intensive hosted by yours truly that includes uplifting messages, life path lessons, and relevant spiritual tools which refresh the human spirit and reconnect humankind to it’s point of origin — The Light. Think of this weekly show as sinking into a warm spiritual bath whose goal is to deeply emerse the soul in spiritual concepts. And — you just may get a chuckle or two along the way.
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http://www.buzzsprout.com/11386/95422-may-31st-2013-call-to-light-with-danielle-egnew
May 31st 2013 Show summary: Losing our personal relevance in our lives — how do we regain our sense of where we belong? What is Darkness and how does it erode our sense of self? Where is God in the midst of our suffering? How do our thoughts affect our life? And how did spiritual masters like Jesus make it day to day, dealing with the same types of human struggles that we endure? Tune in and find out!
Ah, the good old days — when accountability was the new black. When keeping one’s word was something people did because it was the right thing to do, not because if they didn’t — they’d be sued. When, if caught with one’s hand in the cookie jar, one would fess up to it. Not claim that it was a walk-in from Niburu that took over their body and made all their karmic choices.
Owning it. Even reading the words gives me a warm, toasty feeling.
Though I’m a big fan of virtual communication — heck, come find me at @DanielleEgnew on Twitter (shameless social plug) — I’m also an enormous fan of talking on the phone. And in person. I’m a big fan of the written word, and I’m a big fan of taking the time to understand where people are coming from. For a time, I thought this was due to the fact that I’m the cross fade generation, Gen X, the last generation to bridge the sensibilities of the brick-and-mortar world onto the endless possibility of the virtual digital era. We Gen Xers are all about building community, social messages, and breaking down barriers. So I figured it must be my 40-something sensibility having cut my communication teeth on a rotary phone that must be driving my person-to-person, cause-and-effect sensibility.
Actually, I’ve come to find out that I just have a conscience. My generation has nothing to do with it.
I’m not certain whether it’s the ease with which we can send a snarky text then turn off our phone, or whether we’ve just allowed our sociopath gene to take a walk around in the park for awhile because we’re bored with playing Angry Birds. But people genuinely seem to be lacking an extremely major component that links their actions with how they would be perceived by — well — anyone outside of their Holodeck. And yes, I just deliberately used a Star Trek reference.
I’m talking about an epidemic. I’m going to name it “Precious Syndrome” and I’ll explain why in just a second, here. This epidemic is sweeping the globe, but since I’m living here in the USA, I’ll stick to the shores with which I’m more familiar. Precious Syndrome is a very serious condition where people’s world become very, very, very, very small, and the individual becomes “too precious” to exist without a case manager, without a fan club posting their photo on FaceTwiterest, or without Tom Cruise’s handler to re-write their every move to create them the hero in the public’s eye. Symptoms include but are not limited to extreme self-absorption, us-against-them mentality, being convinced all things are directed at them, crumbling the moment anyone disagrees with them, and the most serious tell of the disorder: Complete inability to own one’s end of any tangled situation due to the Victim Virus (a little-known substrain of Oppression Infection.)
Precious Syndrome can be contracted by anyone at any time, and is not specific to any one area of the country, nor any specific demographic, though I have noticed disproportionate outbursts of the disorder here in Los Angeles. Don’t get me wrong. I love my City of Angels. She is built on the swirling geomagnetic ley lines of fault activity and high-expulsion electromagnetic fields, a large part of the LA basin plunked on top of an old Volcano caldera whose geological remnant, or “toilet-paper-stuck-on-the-heel”, is called The LaBrea Tarpits. Though LA is an energetically complicated environment as sticky as a spider’s web, Precious Syndrome is alive and well in every nook and cranny of our great nation. And unlike an illness that can be cured with medical treatment — Precious Syndrome is an affliction of the Spirit. More specifically — it’s an affliction of the Conscience.
Well gang, Doctor Danielle is in — because I’ve about had it with this particular epidemic. So as to save countless millions (who I am sure are all reading this blog at the same time, crashing WordPress servers clear to Indonesia), I’m going to discuss how to avoid contracting this illness, whose most destructive attribute is making a giant ass out of anyone infected.
As a race whose design depends on our ability to connect with one another in order to reflect back our own lessons from which to learn, we suck at isolation. No, we do. Yes, yes, I know — we all love our alone time. But that’s different than isolation, which, due to its mentally-eroding capabilities, is the modality on the top of the military’s list for breaking down prisoners. We are not designed to create a universe in which we are the god, we are the judge, and we are the jury, re-writing the rules as we go along and erasing our history to re-create us as the “hero” in today’s headlines. Sure, we are allowed to create this reality if we feel like it — welcome to Free Choice Central, or Earth — but it’s gonna be a tough row to hoe once we introduce anyone else into our insulated Sims Universe who is part of the general human population.
I can cite three things, primarily, that have reflected humanity’s recent addiction to Illusion: The App Mentality, “Reality” TV, and Social Media.
I’ve blogged about what I call the “App Mentality” before, which to recap is the half-invested attitude by most folks who won’t really put a lot of work into anything because there’s “Gotta be an app for that.” Reality TV is soft-scripted content (that means producers feed opening lines and actions to the cast so they don’t have to pay screenwriters) that people at home buy as actually happening, thus believing that unless you’re missing a chromosome, you’re not really living life to the Jerry Springer Boo Boo Fullest. Social Media is terrific, until people forget it’s SOCIAL media and start substituting interactions with virtual friends for life-and-death shoot outs where Mary gets unfriended by Jill because Mary “liked” everybody’s comment but hers. Because YES, people, we’ve become THAT easy to butt-hurt these days.
Wow.
But I digress.
Humanity’s addiction to Illusion, though endearing if you’re selling year-long passes to the new Harry Potter Theme Park, is destructive when it comes to personal development. I’m a big supporter of a strong self-image. However, creating a “world” where one does no wrong and one continually makes themselves out to be the victim at the expense of other people’s reputation, work ethic, and livelihood — is a sickness. And since Like Attracts Like, people who suffer from Precious Syndrome either surround themselves with other infectees or people who they’ve kept in the dark, who don’t really know what’s going on in their life and buy their latest press release. Precious Syndrome is a progressive condition, a sickness of the spirit, where the infected person’s conscience is slowly eaten away by Darkness, one selfish and justified act at a time. And, our current social structure supports the spread of the illness within the spiritual infrastructure of the soul, because like most bacteria, it thrives best in the dark and in undisturbed locations.
Again — human beings were not meant to be isolated. Like that one banana left on the counter that gets lost behind the toaster — we get really rotty, really fast.
People who suffer from Precious Syndrome can’t help but throw everyone in their life under the bus. A major symptom of the syndrome is a lack of conscience as an infectee compromises someone else’s entire life just to cover their keester. Because afterall, it’s not real — right? They can simply erase the text, or drop an entire group of friends on Facebook and move on. According to them, it’s never their fault. Just check under that bus, especially in the wheel wells. You’ll find remnants of co-workers, employers, family members, spouses, brothers, sisters, friends, the dog, the cat, the gerbil, a packet of Ovaltine — whatever they can get their hands on to lay the blame, you’ll find it in the tire treads.
Or, when all else fails, it’s always the fault of Life, taking a colossal poo on their heads, day in and day out. Good thing the bus has mud flaps.
Those who suffer from Precious Syndrome will often cry “victim” when there is no one else to blame, concocting insane “tell-all” stories that dig up supposed hidden facts from the past they’ve kept “secret” until “just now” — usually, because some terrible situation or individual was holding them hostage at the bottom of a missile silo or something — really, someone would have to be missing serious chunks of grey matter to actually buy into the stories that these folks make up at this juncture of the game. But, since these folks are too far down their own rabbit holes to realize how Crazy Pants Jones they look to a non-infected individual, they’ll keep pushing the victim card until someone believes it. Even if it means Boldly Lying where No One Has Lied Before. ( I know, I really need to see “Star Trek: Into Darkness”, and just get it out of my system.)
This addiction to Illusion is par for the course in our polarizing energies of 2013. As I’ve discussed a great deal in print, on the radio, and on lecture tours, this is the year that separates the men from the boys, the posers from the doers, the talkers from the walkers. People can’t sit on the fence anymore. Whoever we are, we are going to be OUT LOUD within this energy — good or bad. Our skeletons will be ejected out of our closets, and the Universe will watch to see how we handle the unveiling of illusion. We will be known for exactly who we are — good or bad. Even if we have absolutely no idea at the time that we’ve been outed as either. Those who have a chosen a life-long lesson of illusion will do anything — anything at all, at any desperate expense right now — to continue to foster that illusion because it’s the side of the fence they’ve committed to, usually out of the fear of dealing with the pain that drove them to create the illusion in the first place. This fear of facing their own pain is what fuels a seething desperation that is capable of great atrocities including destroying the lives of others, if it comes to that. And the closer we get to the end of this year, the more desperate people will become. Why? Because though 2013 is the Year of Polarization, 2014 will be the Year of Illumination.
You heard it here first.
However, in order to illuminate, or shine, we have to polish a surface. In order to polish, we must rub the surface down with sandpaper, then finer grit, then wax and sheer elbow grease, before the impurities and inclusions are scrubbed away. 2013 is all about elbow grease. This is a bum-hole-ripping Year of Karma for many people, where we are working out the last of our big lessons within to prepare to fly, or flop.
Perhaps it’s the advent of social media where we can all see exactly what everybody else is doing with the flick of the “refresh” button, or perhaps it’s this energy signature of polarization. But whatever it is, the amount of people who have taken to tossing others under the bus has advanced from a flock to a herd to a whole continent in less than six months. Once a cowardly exit, the new “under the bus” maneuver is a highly-skilled Olympic sport, available in either teams or solo events. One out of every three people I have encountered over this past year have either had an unbelievable drama erupt that was life changing, or were asked to participate in cleaning up an unbelievable explosion in someone’s life. How we handle great transition appears to be the flavor of the day at the Life Lesson Café and it’s very important that we keep our souls covered as not to contract Precious Syndrome while the dust is settling amongst the rubble.
Laying blame on others at their expense is a spiritual dice game for a high roller personality type. We may roll a seven and get away with it. Or we may roll snake eyes, and go bust. It takes an adrenaline junkie, a thrill rider, a gambler who is willing to wing an all-or-nothing Hail Mary in the moment of truth to be able to take off the coat of accountability, smack it on another, zip it up, and shove that person to the front of the firing squad. Though fear is a factor, fear is not what actually motivates people to toss others under the bus, because a fearful person would fear the repercussions of the individual eventually pulling themselves off the pavement, and coming after them. No, indeed, throwing someone under the bus is a passive-aggressive action taken by a very calculated, very angry person who is on the attack. Throwing someone under the bus isn’t a REACTION, as some think. It’s an OFFENSIVE action fueled by entitlement when someone has felt they “haven’t gotten theirs”, or they haven’t been “seen”. It’s a controlled means of punishing another person whom they wished they had the courage to be, usually. But people who suffer from Precious Syndrome lack the courage of character. That’s why they design a world to their liking — where they are always the star, surrounded by flocks of either admirers or caretakers. One who lacks character must write one as they go along.
If you find yourself in the crosshairs of someone suffering from Precious Syndrome, just relax. Like drowning in quicksand, the worst thing a person can do against the energy of illusion — is struggle. Illusion gains strength and energy from any energy anyone else puts into it — including struggling against it. If Chuck is passing along rumors that Joe is a no-good bully who butts in on everyone’s Facebook pages and blurts obscenities, then Joe find out and bursts onto Chuck’s Facebook page blurting obscenities at him for spreading the rumor — Joe just became the fictitious version of himself that Chuck was peddling to everybody…in front of everybody. Instead, don’t buy into the crazy. If something isn’t true, it doesn’t deserve the energy of a comment.
We decide what we respond to, and how. No one makes us do anything. Obviously, we need to stand up for ourselves. But there is a far cry from setting the record straight and diving headfirst into a whirlpool of chaos at its highest rotation point.
The act of owning one’s actions, or accountability, is one of the most pride-building, spirit-enhancing, character sculpting things that a human being can do. Which is precisely why Darkness hopes it can knock accountability out of fashion in lieu of Illusion. Accountability not only calls our spirit to task, but levels the playing field by removing any “leverage” someone wishing to emotionally control another may seek. When we are accountable for our end of a mishap, we not only honor the situation and the other person, but we honor ourselves, acknowledging to ourselves that we are capable of accepting a lesson learned.
Adults develop an ego surrounding “lessons” that we don’t possess as children. In fourth grade, if we mastered a lesson, we were proud of ourselves. If we were scolded by a parent and asked later, “Have you learned your lesson?” we would nod in earnest, and feel accomplishment as our parent smiled and said, “Good for you. Now go play.” And we’d be off playing, letting the emotionality of the event go, proud deep down that we made it through the lesson. In contrast, as adults, we become offended by the thought of learning a lesson, because how dare we be treated as the child by the Universe! But, um… gang? We are spiritual children. I mean, we are a really young race. Super young. Our idea of an “old soul” is barely out of seventh grade by most spiritual and Galactic standards. So perhaps we would be best served getting off of our high horses as “seventh grade adults” — and perceive mastering our lessons as we would have, in fourth grade? With excitement? With accomplishment? With pride? Rather than the resentful, why-does-god-hate-me approach that most adult humans take.
Accountability is about NOT owning what is not ours, as well. If we own everything, that’s codependence. However, the slippery slope is approached when, if we are being accountable, we then ruin the moment with: “BUT, you did this and this and this, too…” That’s not being accountable. That’s tattling. And it bugs. So just let that behavior rest in peace with your Farrah Fawcett Poster from 1975. If you can’t be accountable without pointing out everything everyone else did, that’s called JUSTIFICATION, not accountability. And that’s two clicks off of tossing someone right under the bus.
As a summary, here is a last minute safety checklist for riding with other passengers, or —
How to NOT lob someone under the bus:
1) Own your stuff.
2) Listen while others air grievances.
3) Acknowledge your part in the grievance without justifying your part.
4) Say you’re sorry. Sorry is not about who is right or wrong.
5) Mean it.
6) Learn.
7) Carry on without “carrying on”.
We, as a species, are so capable. We are capable of great bridge building with healing through accountability, and we are capable of great destruction through illusion. Our design as Beings of Light supports learning lessons in order to excel. We are meant to excel when we grow. We are meant to grow when we change. We are meant to change, period. We must choose whether or not we have the courage to change through accountability, or whether we wish to learn our lessons while fighting through the rabbit warren of complications created by our own illusions. Either way, we learn.
I, however, prefer the learning process without the road rash.
For anyone following the situation in North Korea – this is for you. I had a dream two nights ago, and I’ve just figured out what it means, thanks to ABC News. So you’ll forgive this blog hastily tapped out on my iPhone.
With precognitive abilities, predictions are not always a literal. For instance, the Bible is full of people who would have precognitive dreams but they were always full of symbolism. Now, I’m not suggesting my dreams are worthy of being documented in the Bible 🙂 This one, however, was significant – I could feel it. Predictive and symbolic dreams “feel” very different than one’s normal subconscious just rolling through the motions. So here it is:
I dreamed I was on a road trip in a bulky old Jeep Waggoner pulling a flatbed trailer with some fella who happened to know where we were going. We ended up following this river for a long time, over state lines, until we end up getting stuck in it, and I realize it’s the Rio Grande. We then have to pull over into the desert of Arizona (The Rio Grande actually starts in Colorado runs between Texas and New Mexico). We crawled out of the River and walked into the back yard of this very interesting modern adobe house.
Suddenly we were in southern CA, In the Anaheim area, pulled over in some semi-industrial-meets-neighborhood cul de sac by a large weedy vacant lot. I can clearly see four HUGE Zepplins in the air, at every compass point, N, S, E, W. Then a HUGE military cargo plane, those giant four-engined things that look like they shouldn’t even be able to fly, barreled right through the Zeppelins one by one, exploding them Hindenburg style. The zeppelins burst into flames and it was rather traumatic, watching such an enormous fireball and realizing that all the people on board died as the debris cascaded to the earth. The zeppelins had to be destroyed for the higher good of everyone – whatever that was supposed to mean — even though people died onboard.
I watched as one by one, the huge military cargo plane drove right through the zeppelin at the North as it exploded, then through the zeppelin at the south as it exploded it, then the zeppelin to the east was destroyed.
I look to this vacant lot and its then full of about 20 guys that look exactly alike, identical to the guy who has been driving me around on this road trip. They were like clones, wearing some light red outfits with the Anaheim Angels logo on the front. They walked in perfect formation, all very thrilled that they executed blowing these things up with such precision. They were making all of these strange unison hand gestures, like pitchers on a baseball field, but it was some sort of celebratory dance/signaling to one another, and all in unison, like a dance troupe — river dancers with their hands. They were quite excited about their accomplishment and this was some sort of “group high five” shared by the collective consciousness of this bomber team in Angels outfits. They didn’t seem one bit upset about the loss of life, as that seemed as though it was supposed to happen to execute this plan.
I recall saying to them, in regard to their hand gestures: “Geez, pitchers are superstitious!” As they were all pitchers.
They ignore me so I then look back at the trailer attached to the old Jeep Waggoneer I’ve been road tripping in, which has been pulling a flatbed trailer, and on the back is strapped a small zeppelin. I hop out of the jeep, which is now full of a few people and I’m not sure where they came from, and I told this weird identical clone guy who was driving that we had to get everyone away from the trailer before the plane drove through the last zeppelin on the trailer and exploded everything. I realized that this zeppelin was the zeppelin of the West.
When I looked back at the flatbed trailer, the zeppelin had turned into this odd looking ball made up of triangles, like those giant radar things. The minute I saw that, I realized we were in the clear.
Then I woke up.
This dream bothered me because I knew it meant something. I just wasn’t sure what yet until I saw a few news pieces today. Then it slammed into focus.
Over the last week, I’ve done a few radio shows on which I’ve been asked about what I saw for North Korea. I’ve told people what I’ve “seen”, and I was also “prompted” by the universe not to put that same prediction in writing, mostly for the “panic” affect it could potentially have.
Then I have this dream, and the “green light” of sharing and go-ahead comes flooding through.
I’ve “seen” that North Korea would fire nuclear weapons. This hasn’t been a very popular statement, met with the usual hems and haws that the Kim dynasty likes to make threats. But I’ve seen North Korea fire on China and South Korea, and that’s what I’ve reported. I believe those are the zeppelins of the north and south. I believe the zeppelin to the east — is Japan, which will be fired upon. The military plane blowing through the zeppelins are military intercepts, yet people still died. The zeppelin to the west is us — the United States — and we are not fired upon.
The group of cloned baseball players were neither athletes nor military, but quite literally, angels, thus the uniform and logo. These brings were doing their job to keep as many safe as possible even though that meant some would die in the process, to save the many. The hand signals were some sort of language they shared, symbolic of a group moving as one with a higher directive that was secret only to them.
The guy driving me around all this time was one of these Angels, part of this squad.
The Rio Grande is geographically significant. Colorado has a huge Air Force base, as does New Mexico (Roswell, anybody?) Rivers represent change and death. I started to be swept away by the river but was safe on the shore, in Arizona, a large spiritual vortex. The United States is spared.
I thought I’d pass this along. I hope I’m wrong about North Korea pulling the trigger. The feeling of this dream was that those who perished on the zeppelins gave their lives for those on the “ground” , so we could be safe. The people in the zeppelins that died a quick death by explosion represented the souls who would be lost so that the consciousness of humans left behind could then be raised.
It’s not often I have a dreams like these. I felt it was time to pass this on. Pray for / send positive thoughts to the heart of the North Korean leader Kim Jong-Un. It seems that poor man has chosen the “Judas” straw. That can’t be an easy path — for anyone. The greatest dictators have brought the greatest peace and societal transcendence afterwards.
Odd how that all balances out.
May peace be upon us all. And may I be flat wrong, this dream the result of too many Doritos before bed.
Sea Radar Tracking N. Korean Threat http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/politics/2013/04/us-sea-radar-tracking-n-korean-threat/
It’s been a challenging energy rodeo these past three years. It’s very difficult to watch people that we love endure tough times. Anymore, with some individuals, it seems as though “tough times” is all there is to talk about; well, at least up until this year. Though I have known some incredible people to which life has dealt some immeasurable ugliness, and I feel deeply for them — I, for one, am pretty worn out on the endless string of “woe is me” liturgies that appear to be taking over many people’s playbooks. I’m all for misery loves company. But when misery is all there is — that’s not just a temporary problem one is attempting to work through.
That’s a chosen lifestyle.
When I looked ahead into 2013 from 2012, I saw a very clear image of people becoming who they truly are — good, bad, and ugly — in order to enact any dangling portions of immediate karma that would bring about accelerated lessons in acceptance, growth, and release. Why the acceleration? Because the human race is on a ticking timeframe to get it together before we need to band together. But that’s another predictive blog for another time. Right now we’re dealing with the affects of this ticking timeframe, and this commitment to illusion that’s happening at breakneck pace.
Self-discovery is part of the accelerated learning program of 2013. People are learning all sorts of lessons about themselves, either through giant successes that are landing after years’ worth of very hard work, or hard lessons as the consequences of giant mistakes come home to roost. Sometimes, the confusing but polarizing energy palate of 2013 involves both types of lessons. Either way, people are left with no choice but to see themselves for who they are, and that’s not always positive if the person one has chosen to believe they are doesn’t match what’s looking back in the mirror or on paper. In contrast, sometimes a person thought they were much less than they are, only to find out that on paper and in the mirror, they are seen as a giant.
Self-discovery is all about forgoing pre-crafted illusions or identities of oneself in lieu of ACCEPTING all of oneself. And though there is always room for improvement in each one of us, full acceptance of oneself involves self-forgiveness. It involves forgiving others, even if they have no idea we are harboring resentments. It involves extending grace (unearned slack) to ourselves and to others for any shortcomings. Self-acceptance starts with addressing our pitfalls and realizing that being human — well, makes us human. Self-acceptance means that we stop beating ourselves up because we let ourselves down.
And, it means that we stop beating up those around us for not saving us from ourselves.
Our pitfalls are also often tied to our greatest strengths. So to cut off any behavior whatsoever that could be tied to a pitfall is also to cut off any behavior whatsoever that is also a greatest strength. If an individual is naturally incredibly giving in how they exhibit love but feels taken advantage of so never gives to that depth again, the individual suffers the consequences of feeling isolated and abandoned, which turns to bitterness. Bitterness is the result of one’s greatest gift gone stagnant and rotting within.
Self-acceptance is about moderation and the acknowledgement of both the lighter shades and the darker hues contained in each one of us. Self-discovery is about learning how to balance everything we are. Self-discovery does not involve only focusing on what we like about ourselves and what others like about us while we cut out everything and everyone in our life that doesn’t tow the party line. That’s self-obsession.
Self-obsession is the path on which some on the self-discovery journey will end up on when the lessons of self-discovery — or moreover, the accountability of self-discovery — starts to become too painful. Self-obsession is the illusion in which we all hide to keep our psyche busy thinking it’s working out our problems. However, no problem is being worked out in that mindframe. In fact, a self-obsessed person isn’t interested in working out problems or resolution of any kind, as that would involve the perspective of another party. The person on the self-obsessed path is only interested in skipping from one drama to the next where they are the focal point, or immersing themselves in what feels good in the moment under the guise of “finally taking care of number one”. Setting healthy boundaries does not involve the eradication of anyone with an opposing opinion.
Self-obsession is a powerful addiction, so it’s no surprise that addicts exhibit this behavior while in a “using” cycle.
Self-obsession is the psyche’s space where Darkness is able to kick it’s feet up, eat some popcorn, and enjoy the “us ruining our life” show. While self-obsessed, we are only focused on what serves us. We submerge ourselves into ourselves, but only the parts of our own press release that are the most shiny. We do not take into account the emotions, actions, or contributions of others. We are able to dismiss these items under “extra” because we truly have lost scope that we are part of a greater Universe around us. Sometimes, this loss of scope is purposeful as the Universe around us becomes too chaotic, painful, or fearful.
One of the most interesting finds for me over this past year in relation to this commitment to illusion is the rise in the outward self-obsession people seem to be exhibiting. There was a time when folks would at least (if nothing else for the sake of saving face) attempt to outwardly appear interested in other people’s lives and pursuits. But this new breed of self-obsession is shameless. It swings hard into the saddle and rides into MeVille with two guns full of 44 calibur Me, Me, Me a-blazing. I attribute this lack of self-awareness to the Polarizing Energies of 2013 which dictate that whichever side of the “fence” someone fell upon up to this energetic point in time, they would be fully committed to that path, lock, stock and barrel.
That appears to be the case.
Tighten the blinders and batten down the hatches, boys — we’re going in. This is the time when we ALL will be known for exactly who we are. Not who we wish we were. And oh, man — is that a real hayride to witness, and more of a hayride to experience.
Certainly, part of my work takes me through the entertainment industry circles, an arena in which self-obsession has been honed to a competitive Olympic Sport. The gold medal winners are stellar in their Me Consciousness and their worlds are tiny, crammed full of people with an equally tiny consciousness. I used to find this offensive, yet as I’ve worn on in years, I now find it sad; sad because the smaller someone’s world gets — the smaller they get. I’ve watched brilliant people shrivel into a husk of who they once used to be, surrounded by other chit-chatty husks, all the while high as a kite on the drug of their own self-importance. Just like the meth head who weighs 90 pounds, flesh hanging, claiming they’ve “never felt better since they lost weight” — the Self-Importance Junkie wanders in a haze of fabulousness, completely unaware of what a flake they actually look like to those on the outside of the illusion.
Though it’s Psychology 101, it never ceases to amaze me that there is a direct correlation between the lack of healthy self image and the completely overblown ego. The smaller someone feels inside, the larger they must create themselves to be on the outside. It’s as if human beings think that no one will notice the teeny little person behind the curtain as long as the wizard is barking from the rafters. I get a chuckle about that, considering that guinea pigs will hide their heads even though their bodies are hanging out in the open — and they will feel invisible to predators simply because they themselves can no longer see the predator. Humans and guinea pigs have a lot in common.
Reasoning with someone who is deeply committed to illusion doesn’t work. The person who attempts to point out that the illusion isn’t being shared by the rest of the class is threatening the very fabric of reality that another individual is living amidst. When someone’s sense of self is shaken to that degree, it gets bad. The messenger in that case isn’t just shot — it’s usually shot then rolled out of the car and left by the side of the road as the tires spin out, leaving the body to be eaten by coyotes in the desert. Illusion must erase any trace of opposing opinion in order for its existence to be peaceful. If coyotes eat the body, no proof remains that the illusion was ever challenged.
Illusions must remain under illusion, or it is lost.
Many of my clients are going through challenging times with friends and family who have undergone incredible personality changes through the last year as they have fully embraced their own illusions in the name of self-discovery. Reasons may vary, but nine times out of ten, money is the culprit. Human beings actually use money to define themselves (and that goes back to Deifying money, but again, that’s another blog), and when the money runs out, someone who is guilty of this practice will feel as though their identity has left the building as well. This phenomenon is common especially with males who lose employment. Many marriages crumble because one party or the other feels as though their identity is gone once money is no longer a factor in balancing the “power” in the relationship. (Don’t get me started on “Substituting Provision for Intimacy: Hiding Behind Money”. That, too, is another blog.)
Challenging times or not, we are all responsible to realize our part in everything that occurs in our daily lives. One of the earmarkers of self-obsession is one’s lack of being able to admit personal accountability for one’s role in uncomfortable situations. The “victim consciousness” is the height of self-obsession. Self-obsession turns the “blame” onto any third party as the self cannot be held responsible for letting oneself down. Self-obsession eats motivation, substituting real accomplishment for anything that feeds the ego in the moment.
The severely self-obsessed person lacks empathy. They are incapable of putting themselves in someone else’s shoes because they are wholeheartedly disinterested in anyone else’s process but their own. Apathy is an ugly red flag that accompanies self-obsession. And, it’s a poison that slowly eats up the rest of the person’s soul. Once we lose our motivation to connect — we are truly an island, the stray Gazelle at the back of the herd while the rest hop onward — ripe for Darkness to pick us off.
In Apathy, no one can hear you scream.
Much like the road back from addiction where the addict left their life and relationships in shambles, the road back from self-obsession is very difficult. Regrettably, it is a narrow path on which there is room for only one. All messengers will be shot (and fed to coyotes) and anyone not towing the party line will be abandoned and replaced by yes men. That’s the only way the obsession can be fed and the illusion can be maintained. Maintaining an illusion to the point of DE-lusion takes an enormous amount of energy. Those suffering from acute self-obsession will often be emotionally and psychologically drained and / or suffer additional physical ailments from the amount of energy it requires to create a life within a life.
Though Self-obsession is the psyche’s alternate route when the path of self-discovery becomes too frightening, self-obsession is actually the shortcut to hard, rough lessons. There is no such thing as “skipping a level” in the Video Game of the Universe. The Self is not objective. So the only way to learn lessons when The Self has isolated itself is to have life slam The Self face down on the wrestling mat until the ref calls the match. Often, the self-obsessed individual is genuinely shocked by things “going south” in their life because, well — they haven’t noticed the rest of their life. And my heart actually goes out to the truly self-obsessed person when the stone-cold look of utter disbelief takes over their face as they watch their life topple around them.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Self-obsession does not always represent itself as The Hero. Most often, it represents itself as The Martyr — the one who gave everything and was never appreciated, the one that never got theirs, the one who was drained financially and never supported, the one who gave love but never got it back, the give, give, give character who is always the underdog. The Martyr makes sure that all roads lead to their suffering, so they can put all of their focus back on themselves — and obsess; an emotional hypochondriac. Their pain becomes their primary relationship in their life. They angle every conflict to pin them as a helpless victim, abused by the whims of those to whom they fall prey. The Martyr is never responsible for anything (because they’re always the victim, remember) so they are never accountable for observing their contribution to the complicated situation– thus, the self-obsession is uninterrupted and they can continue to justify “looking out for number one” in “protection” of themselves. Surely, healthy boundaries when working or living with any other person are a necessity. But boundaries can only be established when accountability is acknowledged on the part of all parties involved. Otherwise, the boundary becomes an impervious wall behind which The Self thrives uninterrupted.
Self-obsession is a deceptive playmate: What at first feels like a rush of justified power to do and be anything at any cost then turns to desperation as “things” in the person’s life still aren’t working out. Of course they aren’t. None of the issues are being addressed because the individual is running amok in their own personal Disney Land. The desperation then turns to a new level of illusion — DE-lusion — as the self-obsessed person rotates out the “cast” of their friends and family and replaces them with players who will uphold the new script that is being put into place daily, often under the guise of “weeding out” people who don’t support the new ‘them’. After all, a person suffering in a DE-lusion often casts themselves as the Martyred victim, so surely, it is the fault of the people in their life that their life hasn’t worked out. This cast change, too, eventually crashes and burns because human beings can’t be controlled, and even the new cast will eventually disappoint.
Which leads us to the despicable underbelly of self-obsession — it’s gasoline, it’s battery pack, it’s very foundation — Control. Or more rightly, a lack thereof.
That’s right folks. Self-obsession is all about shrinking one’s environment to a controllable size (no larger than the self) because one feels completely out of control in their life. Self-obsession is about forcing super close-ups where the film calls for wide-shots. Not only does it ruin the film, but anyone else watching the story has no idea what’s going on.
In contrast, self-discovery is about surrendering control to the flow of life and how we fit into that flow — good, bad, and all. Surrendering to that process is terrifying if a person still isn’t seeing “positive” or “quick enough” results in their surrender, and they feel as though they are being bashed against the rocks in the tide of life in the meantime. Many knee-jerk into self-obsession without even realizing it, pulling in their oars and covering their eyes to focus solely on the self — as The Self is much more predictable than the rapids of life, over which we have no control except to paddle. And we’re still not guaranteed we won’t capsize.
In the energies of 2013, self-obsession and self-discovery are the “sides of the fence” on which humanity stands. I’d like to report that those who have deeply committed to self-obsession have a shot at climbing over the fence to self-discovery, but at this time, that doesn’t seem to be the case. In fact, I’m seeing more people throw their lives out the window attempting to uphold illusions to the point of DE-lusions — rather than simply just taking the lesson on the chin, admitting their participation, and climbing over the fence to self-discovery. But that’s what 2013 is all about — polarization, and fast, hard lessons.
There is a time for focusing on the self and a time for focusing on the masses. We must remain in balance. When our journey with the self becomes obsession with the self, we become emotionally incestuous and all other relationships suffer. There is not one of us who is greater than the other in our pain, our struggle, our suffering, our joys, our accomplishments, our journeys, or our fears. None of us have earned a pass to crush those with whom we choose to have in our life simply because we are hurting. That type of emotional entitlement is symptomatic of Darkness that has been left unattended in the Human Spirit.
We all make mistakes. But to continue to make them again and again at the expense of anyone else but The Self is a choice. It’s a choice to be a stumbling block rather than a stepping stone — not only in someone else’s life, but in the realm of the Universal flow. The Universe seeks to eradicate resistance. If we choose to cause resistance, that is a battle on whose losing end we will always land.
In an arm-wrestling match between the Universe and The Self — my money is on the Big Guy.
The Event Horizon was achieved: As a tired world sloughed off the last of that 20th century energy signature with the passing of December 21st in 2012, human kind let out a sigh of Transcendent relief. Or, put more plainly — our species just passed a huge energetic bowel movement after being spiritually constipated for over 10,000 years. Basically, we’ve been bunged up as long as we’ve been evolved into our current operating model.
No wonder the Mayans, Aztecs, Incas, Hindus, Hopi and Ancient Chinese were all obsessed with that date. Nothing says “You’re gonna feel better!” than regularity. Especially when it’s spiritual.
Irregularity, however, is synonymous with Human kind. So as we bask in the afterglow of the shift, we’re best served to remember that we still have some work to do ahead of us. Those of us who are in the spiritual field are best served to get our ducks in a row as soon as possible because we’re going to be expected to continue to help navigate some bumpy terrain as all the pieces of the puzzle keep snapping into place. That’s a pretty fair trade off for the whole You-Can-See-The-Future-And-Talk-To-Dead-People aptitude.
Nothing is free, people.
Though December 21st 2012 was the Event Horizon, we are still trucking through brand new uncharted waters in a new realm of Spiritual Physics. For we who are obsessed with making energetic maps out of the infinite number of probability paths flapping about in the ethers — this is like being asked to climb aboard the Santa Maria with Christopher Columbus. I’m in particular hog heaven about this energetic shift because of all the unbelievable opportunities that the current Spiritual Physics will present to us. Even more than that, I’m thrilled that the human operating system — the system of producing miracles as an extension of God in this third dimension — is finally going to be given a chance by the same humans that once thought it impossible.
Before I sound too much like a tangent born of Carl Sagan and Benny Hinn, I’d like to point out that many will notice a great polarization in people’s behaviors as 2013 wears on. Most of us will be in the “it’s great to be part of the global family!” boat. The few stragglers just dying to be attached to a system that is no longer in play — the “Suspicion that THEY are after MINE” crew — are going to have a tough time with the fact that the rest of us… well, we’re all ready to get along.
To me, this new system — or rather, this system that was always designed to be in play until we kicked it out in favor of learning through a lot of pain and restriction — is an extremely natural energy in which to immerse. But you’re hearing that from someone who spends a majority of her time surfing dimensional curls. This new system will be conundrum-bearing for many. It requires us to suspend our need to control everything and to stop judging everyone. It asks of us to release our past pain and resentments in order to reach out to those who are still trapped beneath their pain and resentments.
And for those who claim they have crawled out from their pain and resentments — it will provide opportunity for that claim to be put to the test.
To succeed in our new Spiritual Physics, we must have faith. Not in the traditional sense, but faith in the rubber-meets-the road sense. We must have faith in one another. We must trust one another once again. We must allow ourselves to be vulnerable to our neighbor so that our former imperviousness is set aside. We must acknowledge that we tried Looking Out For Number One and all it did was produce a generation of self-obsession that led to a really bad Corporatocracy. Which, by the way, is going to be stomped out albeit it while kicking and screaming; the death knells of a sociopath’s last stand.
To succeed in the new system, we must all work in tandem with one another. The thinned ethers we now operate within — thanks in part to the geomagnetic placement of the planet in the Milky Way and a spreading of our general consciousness a la Twitter, Facebook and YouTube — are acting as a spiritual Blue Tooth. We are connected in a way that we have never been, on a spiritual, intellectual and cellular level, on a level we have always been intended to be connected — and in this there is great understanding of one another.
It’s really hard to hate somebody when you can feel them.
So why is this important to note? Because there are a few folks out there who are still laboring under the delusion that the Old Way — being a self-centered nightmare — is a good idea. And my heart breaks for them. That’s a really lonely row to hoe at this juncture and isn’t going to net a crop. It’s virtually incomprehensible to me that anyone could miss the weight of this “Do The Right Thing” energy signature. Yet as I look around and occasionally hear phrases like “I don’t rescue people anymore” and “we all come in and out of this world alone”, I can’t help but be astounded that those same 1990’s buzz-phrases are still being considered. The black-and-white dogma of the 20th century isn’t going to fare well in the 21st.
Sure, we can’t rescue people from their own lessons or their own destructive behavior, especailly to our detriment. This is true. But there has never been a better time to try and give someone who is truly struggling the benefit of the doubt. We can’t even exactly give someone a “hand up” anymore because of the very definitive energetic tracks that now exist; we have each chosen our direction over the last several years — Light or Dark — and in this direction we are squarely moving. However, we can offer support on how to change tracks for those rare few who are not digging the inertia of their choices.
We can still be there emotionally for people who are struggling as long as we don’t become part of their problem or our emotional support doesn’t continue to help create some sort of “artificial environment” in which the confused person then continues to play Emperor’s New Clothes. At that point, if we are unable to affect change, it’s time to gently allow that person to wander into their own chaos, but without nastiness or Dr. Phil type judgment. Actually, we should have compassion for anyone who chooses deep illusion and isolation. Their path is one of great loneliness. Especially now that it’s going to be harder and harder to find people who want to play “bitter consciousness” in the sandbox.
This shift is about going back to what we have all wanted in the first place: Acceptance. As a race we’re not perfect, but we weren’t intended to be. We were intended to be a biomass of individualism. There is nothing more powerful, beautiful or complicated than the Human species. That’s why we rock. I am so blessed to be able to interface with many other species throughout creation — OffWorlders, Angelic Beings, Elementals — and I’ve found that the Human race is the only species that requires contrast for learning.
Think about that a minute.
Light-Dark, Hot-Cold, Bitter-Compassion, Right-Wrong… we swing from one end of the pendulum to the other all while trying to discover our own limitations and our own capabilities. At best, we’re heinously indecisive. At worst, we’re self-obsessed wrecks. But we spend an awful lot of time engaging in activities that pretty much mean nothing — except to us.
That is — until now, thanks to our New Physics. Now we’re being asked to grow up, speaking on both a spiritual and Intergalactic basis. No, that’s not right — we’re not being asked. We’re being forced by the Physics of Necessity. We’re just flat out of time to keep dinking around with our own hands making shadow puppets on the wall simply because it’s cool. It’s time we use our hands to build understanding. As a species, we must evolve together or we will perish together. I mean that quite literally. We can get our act together and stop quibbling over minutia, or perish in a pile of minutia. The changes we are going to face, globally, cannot be overcome as individuals. They can only be overcome as one people. One could argue that this is why we’ve placed ourselves in this position — to force us to grow into what we were always intended to be.
It’s important to understand how we fit in, on the spiritual / galactic consciousness scale. Why? Because the more we know about everyone else, the more we learn about ourselves. We do learn through contrast, remember.
Take Angels for instance. Angels just are. They do what they do because they do it. It all makes sense to them and they don’t need to prove to themselves that this modality is better than that in order to have a sense of self. They don’t even need “self”. In fact, “self” is irrelevant if you’re an Angel. It is all about the connection to the flow, not how many widgets were created during the flow. They don’t need to be “right” because they don’t have a consciousness that is separated from creation, so there is no “right and wrong”. There just “is”, and the flow of “is” becomes the priority. They don’t require credit or acknowledgment for their actions. Their actions are simply “that which furthers the energy / missions”. Their priorities are completely different.
Often when I describe Angels, a look comes over a person’s face — a horrified, cringy-lost expression, as if the person was shown a picture of a naked and unwaxed Will Ferrel. We can’t comprehend “no credit”. We can’t comprehend “no self”. We can’t comprehend not needing to be right, or to be heard, or to prove our point. The aforementioned is a brainless hell to most humans.
That is — until now, thanks to our New Physics.
Let’s look at our OffWorld friends — not the Greys because they aren’t our friends and they’re just too weird for this comparison with the whole “hive mind” thing — but the species from which we’ve borrowed genome over the eons no longer feel the need to go to their darkest places of action in order to prove to themselves where their morality lies. In fact, many of these ancient races view morality as an issue of basic compassion rather than guilt driven by an Angry God. (Poor God. I’m so sick of Creator getting thrown under the bus by some wacked-out religious franchise. Universe, I apologize for our bad marketing. As Humans, I’m sure you expect some degree of tacky. But still.) For those OffWorlders I’ve encountered who are spiritual, and most are, their collective sense of spirituality is an acknowledgement that all Creation is them, and they are all Creation. Many of them do not see a separation between their “individual” choices and the choices that affect them all. They see their pertinent individual actions as an action of the body. They have moved past their need to bang a stick on the ground for attention.
The closest culture we have on earth to mirror the Ancient OffWorld races would be that of the indigenous Native Americans who believed they were part of everything and owned nothing that came from the earth. They also believed it was rude to interrupt someone who was speaking. This was a culture that didn’t just flap their trap for attention. In fact, they let their actions speak for them. So if for some reason they were speaking, it was clearly important.
And what about Elementals, or God’s middle management in the Nature department? Do they need to light a tree on fire just to see what happens to the tree? Just to see how it makes them feel to kill the very living thing that they were commissioned to take care of? Nope. Not at all. Elementals know what they are and they are confident in that design. I’ve never encountered envy in an Elemental, nor have I encountered ego. They are one-trick ponies, tending to what they are designed to care for. They often butt heads with humans who mow over bushes and forests. Many hauntings are actually angry Elementals rather than human spirits. And there are some dark Elementals out there that can be a real pain to get rid of. But their value system is the same: Do the job. Protect. Drive off destroyers of nature. Keep the energy of nature flowing. Keep vortexes open and / or closed. If that Earth energy is disturbed, the third dimension suffers. Elementals have bigger fish to fry than who is getting the next promotion.
Even Demons don’t need to dabble with Light to know they are Dark. I mean, honestly.
Our living environment is so deluxe on planet earth that we really are the Trust Fund Babies of the Universe. It’s kind of embarrassing. It’s not that we’re any better, or have anything “more than” anyone else. It’s just that we are an amalgamation of many races, many things, and many forms of creation. Ergo, we are mutts, with a lot of gifts and talents. We benefit from the efforts of other entities who take care of a lot of other difficulties for us.
That sounds pretty cakey, doesn’t it?
Well, we’re supposed to be giving back to these entities — and to creation — as well. We’re an active piece in the machinery. We’ve just been a little slow on the uptake, but now it’s time to stop taking our half out of the middle because what we have been taking is far outweighing our contributions at this point.
Thanks to the Industrial Revolution, we have made the world of many Elementals into a nightmare of pollution, dead plants and springs, polluted oceans, and dying species. We have made their job very, very difficult, and those poor one-trick ponies are losing their minds trying to keep up with our destruction. We are supposed to take care of the earth but we are mucking that up — until now. We are supposed to take care of animals and we’ve been horrible to them — until now.
Thanks to our HAARP array in Alaska and many others just like it peppered across the globe, we are messing with the Ionosphere — the electromagnetic mesh that also commands Vortex movement on the planet. We’re jacking around those temporal doorways that OffWorld species have been using for travel, for countless centuries — long before we were ever here. They use earth like a giant airport, the intergalactic LAX thanks to our planet’s humongous electromagnetic capabilities. We have lots of wormholes here, some of which we’re destabilizing with HAARP and other arrays. (Basically, we’ve been blowing up “intergalactic runways” at the biggest airport in this area. Nice.)
Thanks to our fascination with Darkness, we have made the job of Angels more challenging. Their job in relation so Human beings, among many other things, is to assist us in staying connected to Creator, as that Light is our internal fuel, like oil in a lamp. We receive that light through the love of others, and the love we have for ourselves. Love is the oil. Yet we learn about ourselves while experimenting with self-hatred until that Darkness trickles forward into our everyday lives and this third dimension. So we add “personal body guard” to these Angels’ already unbelievably long list of “things to do”.
But for all our self-absorbedness, we can’t get out of our own way when it comes to helping someone — even a panicked animal — in need.
Why?
Because we are made in the image of Creation. Actually, so are all the rest of these entities. They just represent different aspects of a Creator that is so complex that we’ll never “get it” no matter how many phone-a-friend turns we use up. In reference to humans, the Biblical term which has been translated into “likeness” actually means impression. And like a plaster cast impression of an original wax master work to be made into bronze, we are a backwards representation of the beauty we are trying to create — we are a relief of the Creation / God beauty we have been wrapped around until we took its shape. Our version of that beauty is then only visible to one another by filling ourselves with substance and producing something into the world. We see God in us and in the world by what comes out of us. It’s that whole actions-louder-than-words principle in full play.
Our new system requires us to accept that we are not losers riddled with sin, or victims needing to protect our emotional borders with vitriol, or maggots under the heel of an angry God, as many of our Darkness-inspired religious institutions would have us believe. The fact is, we have always had the ability to connect deeply to Creation. We just didn’t overall because we believed we couldn’t…because that’s what we were taught. Spiritual figures such as Jesus the Christ all brought messages of compassion, stating that we are all connected not only to one another, but to Creation — that this is our design and our birthright. Our “New Spiritual Physics” of 2013 have always been The Design. Just ask Buddha.
So with all this at stake: the many other facets and entities within creation that also depend on us; with these ethers shifted and the spiritual, mental and physical health of our species on the line; with our consciousness blue-toothed together in a way that actually allows us to physically feel the pain of a parent who lost a child around the globe — it is truly, truly out of my wheelhouse to attempt to grasp how any individual would choose the selfishness of last century’s Physics.
Yet some will. And we will watch them. And we will hurt for them as they suffer a deep fear caused by the separation from the Operating System they were always intended to walk within.
It’s important to be patient with those who are struggling to get onboard with these New Physics — whether we continue to interface with those individuals or not. Our frustration and vitriol will not move their evolution along any faster, and will only inhibit our own expansion within the system. I’ll be honest — I’m struggling a bit in the patience area with those who are completely caught up with kindling personal dramas and still making it all about them, them, them during such an exciting and transformative time, mostly because my perspective about the timeliness of our “snapping to” is a touch different. (It goes back to that energy mapping thing.) But even I am developing patience. It’s part of my growth right now as well.
2013 is about enacting hardcore choices in our life trajectory, compassionate love for the self over tough love, stepping into who we know we really are, and reaching into ourselves to overcome fear with faith in our fellow humans. It’s also about just “knowing”, or accepting that we will be granted what we need when we need it (if you build it they will come), not fretting that we will “go without”. It’s about committing to action for what is right for the whole over the desperation of the self. It’s about being a little uncomfy once in a while in our daily routine so that the Whole will right itself down the road. It’s about addressing any Holes in our sense of self so that they may be repaired by our own action that uplifts others, not stuff, people, opportunities, or vindictive revenge. It’s about believing in the balance of the spirit and allowing the Spiritual System to work. It’s about not needing to structure our life so it’s all about what makes us feel good all the time no matter who is impacted — that personal indulgence is dangerous at this juncture as it leads right back to a dead-end hallway attached to the old system. It’s not about selflessness, but more about honoring others as we would honor ourselves. It’s not about “Love and Light” but about Living Light.
There will still be human insecurity. There will still be foibles and missteps and the need for people to say they are sorry. We will always make mistakes. But our days of having to learn through restriction and suffering are over — if we so choose.
Human kind, it’s time to grow out of our adolescence as a species — time to rise to the occasion for our planet and each other and time to relish in the type of spiritual completion that comes through accomplishing healing in others and on the planet. It’s time to realize that we are built to be fearless and joyful multi-taskers. There is more to our life path than simply our own purpose.
This is not a drill. This a pass / fail scenario.
I choose pass.
From Psychic / Medium Danielle Egnew 