My life right now is a mixed bag of joy, sadness, struggle and joy.  Daily I awake and find myself challenged by what lay ahead.  I push ahead and pursue life with high energy and often enthusiasm, but inwardly I am faced with un-dealt fears, and uncertainties.  What will the future bring?  Any of us?

We live in a world of turmoil… economic, political, unsustainablility, etc.  And that’s not even tapping into the esoteric… don’t get me started on that one!

Yet what can any of us do in a world where we as individuals are fed the foods of disempowerment?  What can we do to stop the oil from leaking into our oceans?  What can we do to live thoughtfully in a world where the need to live often requires so much of our individual and collective energy to be fed, bedded and “safe”.

The world is a wreck, get it?

So what to do?

Look inward, get our house in order.  Find comfort in some corner of our hearts, for ourselves.  It’s not selfish, it’s required.  If there is not a corner to find love in our hearts, then what do we have.  I for one have a ton of pain.  Pain for running from my own power, my own gifts & truths.  You can sit there and look back at me and say, “but do this, or do that”… but are any of us so different?  What is in your heart?  You and I share almost identical genes… what makes us different in a world homogenized? We ARE different, not special, not grand, not worse, but indeed different, but we all ache in this world gone mad.  Whether we recognize it or not.

So when I wake at 3, 4 am in the morning I ground, I pray, I journey, I seek my faith and I find it in the truth of who I am beneath the crust of masks I wear through the day.  In the real self below those masks that awaits eagerly to be let free.

Be at peace with your masks… “just be strong for me, I’ll be strong for you” (micheal franti)

Inspiration

Now, oddly… I want to acknowledge Mukunda’s way.  I am deeply grateful at the curiosity of my son.  I am deeply grateful for the exploratory and adventurous spirit he imbibes, and find myself in awe at the sprightly spirit that continues to flow as he moves on far quicker than any adult might under similar circumstances.

The fact is that there is blame, according to the culture of which surrounds me, to be placed on someone.  I mean, it must be someone’s fault?  Right?  Where was I?  Where were the people I left him with?  What was he thinking!  Why didn’t someone stop this tragedy!!!  As I report the incident to some close relatives the air becomes thick like molasses as I tell the tale.  You see!  I knew you were doing stupid things as a parent!

Ok… sure, my lessons are present… but more than any material thing that no one could have done to change this anyway (it did happen didn’t it?), there is a deep calling here.  What sort of calling am I speaking of?  Well, the calling to be at peace in a world where chaos can wrap itself around us.  The calling to return to the heart and wash through the pain and anger of these moments and well… the falling apart.  The calling to recognize the failure and the humanity in all of this.  The recognition that there is a higher plan here, for each of us and we have no way of knowing why this might have happened, or what it might mean for Mukunda and his life, or me and my life.  What new doors are opening for him and potentially each of us as we embrace this experience, if we embrace this experience with new eyes.

I have been with Mukunda all evening.  The first real time since he had a reconstructive surgery to cap off a missing bone and finger nail.  In this eve I am feeling deeply grateful to be with him.  Not because of what might of happened, or all the other things I publicly use to mask my personal exploration through it all, but because of the way he is being, with me and his sister in this space we have shared… in this little home of ours right now at this moment.  Mukunda has spoken more gently with his sister, and he has been… hard to believe… even more loving with me than usual.  He is grateful to be here.  He is grateful and more happy and excited about life.  Two days after the accident, as he never flinches or complains to us as he feeds himself, with his left hand (he is right handed), and writes and colors and builds his legos… he pushes on with such an amazing attitude.  It is awesome, it is inspiring, it is a reminder of the innocence that he imbibes.  I am grateful for him as my teacher… I have much to learn as I have watched him embrace his anguish, push through it and is simply living his life.

I seek to see his loss as a light, like a star on a distant horizon leading me to greater love of myself, my path and my own innocent truth that is my soul beneath the crust of my conditioned exterior.

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So, the natural thing to do? Quest… seek within, pray, find love reflected in nature right back at me… seek the smiles from the Universe & the Divine.  So, I did.  I called up my shaman friend Sarah Finlay and asked her if I could camp out on her land for three or four days.  She acquiesced.  So, I packed up my bag, my tent, my ceremonial pipe, my drums and writing utensils, a bit of food and hit the road.

After a powerful stop with Sarah, a journey with her hand at the drum and a connection with my journey spirits & hers, I drove to Woodbury, VT with a heart full of gratitude for what the Universe was already offering me.

I arrived at Peter Clark’s house (another shaman friend) beside Sarah’s land in what truly felt like the sticks to me 20 minutes north of Montpelier on typical Vermont dirt roads.  Peter kindly explained the lay of the land for me and allowed me to fill up my five gallon water jug as I headed out onto one of the roads leading onto Sarah and another shaman couple’s (their neighbors) land.  I drove out into a large 8ish acre field and parked up seeking a good place to pitch my tent.  Right after arriving a large fox ran away from me within the field and into the forest, my first greeter!  I found an ideal little grove of young trees with no undergrowth and a nice canopy above.  I was scoping this location out when I found a slew of wild turkey feathers which I took as a good sign from the “give-away eagle” that this was where I should camp and setup my medicine wheel.

I spent a bit of time locating some nice stones, which was not hard here-there were slate and quartz crystal rocks everywhere, to build a nice wheel.  Satisfied with the results I gathered my ceremonial pipe and sage for a prayer ceremony before setting up camp.  While offering my prayers to my spirit guides and the six primary dierctions; East, South, West, North, Great Spirit (up) and Earth/Divine Mother (down), when I turned to the north, direction of wisdom, a butterfly seemed to appear from nowhere behind the large quartz crystal stone at that direction, flutter by and just as quickly disappear.  I noted this consciously with an intention of further exploring butterflies message.

I set up camp took a walk, made a small fire, cooked a little dinner, and played my drum beside the fire for a short while before hitting the sack for the night.  The night was full of noises and reminders of how alone I felt, though surrounded by life.  At one point a shrieking howl from a coyote, very close by, woke me with such a start!   It realized how long it had been since I had camped like this, and between then and now how much fear had built up in my own energy field.

I awoke late, getting much needed rest. I said a few prayers in the medicine wheel and began looking for some stones to begin an “Icelandic shamanic initiation ceremony” Sarah had recommended I try the day before.  The process is to sit for four hours grinding two stones together.  I realized I had only one way to time myself and that was my phone, which was in the car so I walked out onto the field to get it, all the while planning to come back to the circle to begin after a bit of food.  But, instead, after grabbing my phone I walked around looking for a few stones.  I found a nice easy to hold one, then noticed a couple nicely protruding large boulders sticking from the ground in the middle of field and quite unexpectedly decided to sit down right then and begin.  I set my timer and began. 

It was  a trying four hours.  I thought of many friends and family, my children, my wife, and I explored all that was taking place in my life as I observed my surroundings and ground.  It is quite something to endure this ceremony, quite a revelation.  As I was coming to a close, with about two minutes to go it began raining slightly and increased as I completed the four hours.  By the time I finished it began pouring huge raindrops and I stood and danced and expressed my gratitude to the surrounding trees for bearing witness to an opening of my heart and cried openly as I shouted for joy and felt rushings of elation and beauty in the midst of rain and the reciprocation from the heavens.  I began singing and shouting to the clouds which responded with ominous cracks of thunder directly over me and brilliant flashes of lightning within the low hanging clouds that dumped water on my body.  After a good while of this I felt a chill and began heading back to my camp.

Returning to my camp I found a wet sleeping bag from a leaky tarp over my leaky tent!  For a moment disheartened by the prospect of this wetness, I looked up at the trees to see a tiny little bird perched on top of a broken off tree bathing gloriously in a shower of pouring rain.  I was thrilled at this and decided to follow suit and stripped naked to perch myself under a crooked tree that poured a gushing stream of rain off its bend right onto my head.  I bathed with joy and elation at the continued height of the amazing moments I was already experiencing after only the first morning!

After drying my tent as best as possible, and placing my sleeping bag in my car to hopefully (and it turns out quite successfully) dry it out, I retreated to my tent and journal for a couple hours of prayers, writing of this awesome morning and my revelations in it all.

Barely a day had passed and I felt so fully supported by the Universe, the Great Spirit, Mother Earth and my own heart that I found that afternoon of napping and journaling just simply ideal.  If that had been the end to it all, nothing but joy would be present.  But, amazingly it moved on. 

I journeyed and prayed and smoked my prayer pipe, and ended the day by making a beautiful birch bark rattle, finishing a leather pouch for my medicine cards, and added several new feathers to my ceremonial pipe.  I finally turned out the lantern and drifted off to a deep sleep.  During the night I was awoken again by coyote, this time multiple howls… amazing to hear!  Then later by a bear howl!  WOW, what a sound.  (I only found out a week later what it was)

In the morning I woke with a plan to follow up on a reading of Butterfly, whose medicine speaks of transformation, which suggested in my medicine card book to do a “butterfly spread” reading relating to my present situation.  This spread is four cards; East = egg, the fostering of an idea or the beginning of a process of transformation; South = larva, the busy part of preparing for and “working” or “doing” to bring about transformation; West, the cocoon, or actual transformative process to bring about the completion of transformation; and North = the completion and result of transformation, the butterfly.

Ok, the reading was F’ing amazing…. Raven (Magic) as a seed.  Raven brings us the unknown, connects us to the void, that which we do not know, the mystery of ourselves or our process. Powerful card for me.  My exploration into my personal quest is about finding me, finding my own empowerment, and it began in the world of Magic, faith, unknown circumstances and great mysteries of this world and others I touched upon many times in my life.  Perfect.

In using cards to “Divine” and understand ourselves we throw our self to a higher power.  Many people feel it is foolishness, but I say God, the Divine, Great Spirit can come to us in any way.  If we ask with sincerity, with an open heart for this knowing to connect with us in a way we can best understand, then the answers will come.  We only have to turn to that higher power and believe.  It is said in many cultures: “take a step towards God and God takes a hundred steps to you”.  So my journey was multi threaded, as it always has been.  I turn to nature, I ask the animal spirits, I ask God in His form as Krsna, I ask the Great Goddess, in Her form as Radhe, and the Divine Mother & Mother Earth, I ask Them to guide me and I have seen that with an open heart, They do.  And it continues to BLOW MY MIND, which is good, cause then my heart can come through.  Cause I kid you not, one’s mind can not grasp it, what the Divine will bring to you in the light of your heart. 

So, where was I… oh yeah.  In divining through my choice deck of cards, medicine cards, I have rarely, if at all, dealt with contrary cards.  This is when a card is upside down.  But on this day I had many.  I came to know that one can use a second card if the first is contrary to better know the meaning.  So, for South (larva, you recall – “doing”) I pulled contrary Spider.  I came to understand that spider, who is a great creative energy, producing some of the most beautiful creations on our planet; their web, was showing me that the creation of my life has become an entanglement for me.  It is not clean and clear, but an entanglement.  To understand how to overcome this entanglement I pulled contrary Turtle!  Turtle, an embodiment of Mother Earth, tells me I have not been vigilant in returning to the Divine Mother and that through doing this through my connection to Mother Earth, I will balance my creative energy and my own “creation” that is my life space.  WOW… sorry, call me wacked… no problem here, cause this is so F’ing dead on it, yes, BLOWS MY MIND!

Now, along comes contrary Weasel in my western card, cocoon.  Weasel is very keen, very clever & has a keen sense of observation.  It is said that a chief could send a scout with weasel medicine out to scope out another tribe or enemy and they would come back with not only the number of warriors but the number of stitches used to sew the enemies moccasins cause he is so observant.  Talk about keen awareness!  Contrary Weasel medicine, though, shows that one is not using those skills, but being dumbed down.  Ok… so clarification please Great Spirit!?  How does this pertain to me?  What do I pull… well at this point I shuffled again cause these contrary cards were doing my head in… kinda hard to understand (though now I can see they were perfectly clear… but that can be hard to see when we are right on top of something, know what I mean?).  Nevertheless, after shuffling again, contrary Possum!  Sigh.  Ok… but upon reading and understanding possum medicine better-that guy who plays dead.  Why does it play dead?  Cause it doesn’t want to have to fight… Possums can fight, you know.  But instead they choose to play dead and avoid the pitfalls of the emotional struggle of the fight.  Contrary Possum medicine though, is one who rolls over and plays dead, not for his own good, but to protect someone elses emotions.  One who doesn’t want to hurt someone will play dead to their own needs rather than hurt the other, walk on egg shells, all that.  Holy SH*%! This has been a huge part of how I have lived my life for thirteen years.  And the result has been totally dis empowering.  So contrary possum is basically saying to me, “Hey Rad, stop playing dead to your own needs, cause it ain’t helping you, and it ain’t helping anyone else.”  Be real.  Love yourself and your fears, face ‘em, love ‘em and go through ‘em.  No matter what anyone else tells you.  And certainly don’t wait for anyone else to be a certain way to be you… just do it pal! 

Now… It took me from first thing in the morn to about 3pm to get this far.  Each card I sat with for several hours, writing, considering, walking in nature, hiking the road.  At one point right after pulling and reading about Spider (larva-caterpillar) I went to take a pee in the bushes and one of the rare moments of sun filtered through the trees and illuminated a small green caterpillar floating by on its thread of silk.  Moments later I walked into a delicate spider’s web breaking it back to only a few threads.  That moment, a gift as a clarification, showed me how I need to destroy my web, my life creation, back to a few threads so I can rebuild it with fortitude and integrity… but more… with HEART… and that that could happen by reconnecting with the Earth Mother along the way would make it real, or better, TRUE.  Hows that for communication!  Nothing unclear there… moments like this kept on coming. A few moments later I was reflecting on something a wise person was telling me a few days before; “You will know when your vibration has risen to an appropriately heightened level for the transformation of the coming age when animals approach you unafraid.”  I was praying to understand this when moments later a rustle in the bushes and a couple fuzzy black ears told me a bear was in the bushes not thirty feet from me eating berries!  We had not detected each other even though we were so close to one another.  In pausing to watch what she was doing she finally noticed me and bolted back away from me through the forest snorting warnings of which the birds chimed along with.

While walking at one break I heard rustling in the bushed a hundred yards away and I stopped and watched and listened.  Out of the bushes came a black bear mother, followed by her little cub!!!!  I walked further up the dirt track to a clearing I could see were berry bushes and waited for them.  Slowly they came and the cub playfully jumped into a tree taunting mom.  What a thrill!  I left them when the mother sensed me, not wanting to upset her.

The forth card I pulled late in the night and was again, awed and face against a deep fear.  A fear of my own power, my own purpose, and the unknowing of it, the fear of not knowing gripped me as I drew Owl in the North, in the place of completed transformation. Owl is feared by many due to its stealth and keen knowing.  Owl sees in others what they can not see in themselves.  Owl is full of the ability to see into the darkness and draw understanding and insight.  Owl moves with such stealth in this way that many fear and are afraid of this wisdom or power/medicine.  Thus, true with myself, I am not fully aware of this power, but I possess it I know.  My fear is in the darkness, ironically, and it is wrapped up in the dogmatic fear of the culture I work and mingle with… the culture of this western “civilization”.  I am taught through the superstitions of a corrupted society that I should fear that which I do not know.  Owl is full of that unknowing from where I have sat and been conditioned. 

That night this fear set in.  I wanted to crawl into my tent full of fear and go to sleep to get away from it.  Before I did this I tried to face it in the darkness.  I walked away from my fire and camp right into the darkness of the field with a sky dark from clouds… black as pitch.  As I reached the place where I ground the stone I stood taking it all in, listening.   I heard in the woods at the edge of the field, some five hundred yards away sticks breaking beneath somethings feet, something large.  Then, I heard the rustle of the grass… whatever it was was moving in my direction.  The fear was rocketing through me and I decided it was time to head back.  I moved quickly, acting as though I was not afraid, as if someone might see me, while within I was deeply afraid as if I were to run I would become terrified.  The fear crawled up my spine as I made my way through the darkness towards my dying fire.  I stoked the fire but felt the fear crawl up my spine every time my back faced the darkness, the unknown.  Thus, at this point I crawled into the tent desperate to sleep and move away from the fear I felt.  But even as I did I felt a draw back into the woods to face it. 

Alas, I did fall asleep, for a time, but I was awakened as something scuttled down my tent and ran across the dry leaves away from the tent.  I forced sleep again, shivering with fear.  Later I heard the same scuttling, but realized this time it was a drip of water.  I felt each time I awoke I needed to re-enter the woods and face the darkness, but pushed the thought away.  Then a drip came again, but this time it somehow came through the tent and sprayed my face!  To this day I don’t know how it came through, but it did!  “Ok”, I said… ” I get it, I’ll get up!”  So I did.  I put on my pants, hoodie and coat and crawled out of the tent with flashlight, at first, then turned it off and walked back through the darkness to the field.  I came to the grinding stone and felt a need to sit with it and grind some more, so I did.  I sat and ground with no timer, so made the decision to grind until the sun came up.  It was almost pitch black at the time, and I believe I sat for at least three hours waiting until I caught a glimpse of the sun, not wanting to stop before it was actually over the mountains, which was hard to tell due to the many clouds.  It was a beautiful sunrise and up to the full rise I felt the many animals I had connected with surrounding me.  The Owl was silhouetted in the trees, as was the mother bear and her cub and even the coyote.  The trees stood with me in all their beauty and splendor as I ground and ground, looked within and saw my own beauty and explored again my journey with many beautiful people in my life.

I retreated to my tent after the grind and napped.  After I awoke and had a light breakfast and cleaned up my camp, I packed the car and drove to Montpelier to meet with my dear mother.  I met with her to act as a bridge person to help me transition out of the quest back into “my world”, entangled web and all.  She supported me beautifully as I spoke to her of my journey and heard of hers while I was away.

Now was my time to return to my world, my challenges and my duties, but now with a mission… a mission to rebuild and a mission to foster and continue to nurture my opening heart and self empowerment as I now had seen so clearly through vision and communion with the Divine.

The result of the Great Depression in the United States was one of country wide expansion and transformation.  In our recent ancestors that is apparent in the way they became so money conscious, or “tight” as my generation might call it.  On a governmental level institutions were developed and put into place solely for the purpose of engaging/supporting people financially.  Things like the Public Work Administration were setup to build highways and bridges which now are the building blocks of our physical nation here in the US.  Undoubtedly, this event or the events which took place leading up to it through to its completion or the end of the depression had a major effect on the minds and hearts of those who witnessed it, their consciousness.  It was, in all intents and purposes, a great transformation more than a great depression.  The actual depression was less than ten years, but its ripple is still felt now and will continue to flow outward as long as this nation stands.

So, what is the purpose of my reminding us of this event (me and the one or two others that are reading this, that is!)?  We, this time is all about transformation.  Look at it in any way you choose, politically, materially, technologically, spiritually, mythic-ally, prophetically… the list goes on.  Oh, yeah… personally.

You are transforming right now, as am I and everyone around us.  Every person on the globe is effected, either directly or indirectly, emotionally or mystically.  Pick out a scenario and we can find a link to us… six degrees of separation.

This is the GREAT Transformation, that depression one was minuscule in relation.  Why?  Because that was about one nation; even though it effected more than one nation, those in other nations that were affected were likely of a particular class or group of people, many were likely not touched.  Due to technology and its affect on the world, to all reaches, everyone is affected.

This transformation is not complete, nor will it be for some time, IMHO… but it is under way, and has been for some time.  I believe that the crescendo will require a little help, a crisis.

When asked by Tami Simon, of “Mystery of 2012” pod cast, in a cynical tone if a “moment” of transformation could take place for a mass of people, “…how could that occur”, author and revolutionary futurist Peter Russell pointed out that it is crisis that moves us to act.  We as a species make jumps in our conscious development through crisis points in our lives and as a species.  This might be said of all species, but I can certainly point to the “great depression” as a time of great crisis and great transformation.

I am intrigued by a powerful retelling of the Mayan lore of creation and how the Mayan sky watchers were people who focused on intending the future, the positive light winning over darkness future of the human species.  It is by intent that this positive outcome comes to be.

I am meeting people who can’t wait for the changes of this time to come, meaning they want to have the sh&% hit the fan.  They want disease and earthquakes to rock the earth so that many people will die and we will be left with only a few humans roaming the earth in a blissful state of heightened consciousness.  But what if we intend differently?  I believe that crisis will bring our species to it’s knees, but I don’t wish for that… don’t get me wrong, I have.  But I find myself thinking in this way and step back… why do I think like this?  Why do any of us.  It is a natural rebellion and anger towards our cultural creators.  We are pissed, naturally, that we took the Edison electricity route of power costing money, rather than Tesla’s free energy road.  We are Pissed that our forefathers intended power and greed in their lives which created much of the tumult in our world today.  We are pissed that the church so carefully established control over the people for so many years, that we can not even tell where our guilt, our shame our misdirected feelings even exist.

But I would say that all of this is part of the greater unfolding of what is going on, cause no matter how we look at it, as a species, we require the crisis that looms to assist in our transformation.  As the Mayan sky watchers intend the results of good over evil, so we must intend the outcome when the crisis hits, there are no guarantees.  Who are you or I to think that we will survive it?

Whatever the outcome, transformation is in the air.  We will wash ourselves and this planet with our intentions as crisis comes.  Transformation, renewal… what do you want?  Be careful what you ask for, you might just get it.

I walked into the Mobil station for a cup of Joe… I didn’t want the cafe style coffee that tries too hard to be “good” coffee, but in these parts is usually burnt and acidic, I wanted something reliably smooth.  Strangely enough that comes from the stereotypical gas station where the coffee is kept warm in an insulated container, not heated within some fancy heated contraption where the acidity is brought out of the coffee.  I recently was educated on these things, thus my vast depth of intelligence on the matter that goes as deep as I have just displayed.  Usually this awareness results in my “perfect cup” made using a Miele coffee maker one cup at a time, fresh and tasty.

But alas, this was not the source of my inspiration, only the road map to it.  It was the small series of events that took place following my lengths to get this cup of  simple, tasty, (but more importantly) not burnt, coffee, that led me to a register where stood a young woman in her twenties who announced to me that my refill would cost me $1.08; “one ‘O’ eight”, as she said.

I responded, “did you know that that it a very auspicious number?”  She only faintly looked up at me, but said nothing.  I continued to try to converse with her after a considerably lengthy effort at entering my debit card information into their little card machine.  As I spoke about some pieces of paper on the counter that looked like those kind that get stamped when one buys coffee so that they can get one free; she responded with a lighthearted recital of a lottery they were having to win a six-pack of soda, a gallon of milk, or some other product enticing enough to garner someone buying $15 worth of coffee for a slight chance to win.

But this woman’s eyes; these attributed to my sitting here while I await the 6hr 52min restoration (likely to become 2 hours in human time) of a clients failed iMac, while I write what you presently read.

They were sad eyes.  Bored eyes.  Eyes that had not seen much of the world.  Eyes that knew nothing of auspiciousness or mystery.  Eyes that displayed the reality that so many people live in, and this deeply intrigues me. 

How can so many people live under a shroud that belies to them how they, how we, live presently is acceptable to the rest of the universe?  I mean, come on, I don’t really need to convince you that we are not alone, do I?  Surely in the billions and trillions of galaxies and planets there is more life than on this little mustard seed we reside on?  Surely you know that we are limited in scope to even detect if life lives in fire or other “purifying” substances?  I mean what do we really know about energy.   Surely you know that we know very little of our physical reality? 

This knowing is deep in each of us.  We all know, albeit deeply, how we live is not copacetic.  The problem is, what can we do?  Well, I wasn’t inspired to write about that today, and I don’t want to “give” answers… my pea brain is not suited well for that.  Instead, I want to be in awe.

I am in awe.  I am in awe that this person has not been given a chance to see something more simply because she grew up where she did, with the parents she did or her “circumstances”.  Of course I don’t truly know.  All I really know is that if it is not true of her it is true of millions of others who are living their lies as though they are deep truth.  It is the nature of this time.  That we live one way while our hearts and souls yearn for a release from the torment of the harm we are knowingly or unknowingly doing to ourselves and other living entities.  “Our” world moves along at such a ridiculous clip that we seldom slow down to be in awe about it.  So I am celebrating that right now.  I am in awe.

I am in awe that a person might find themselves in a slightly different moment and awaken to a world greater than their own.  I am in awe that our culture is pushing us toward a moment in time that none of us can fathom in our present way of living.  Who would have thought that twitter would rule the media, lawyers in court, or housewives at home thirty years ago?  What will come in the next five years will so totally blow us away that I am in awe at how our world is flowing with the tides of the universe’s river we are immersed in, as higher consciousness, call it awareness, calls to us. 

My personal beliefs are that enormous transformation is taking place.  Yet, I am in awe at how such a vast group of our global population is not hearing that call within, or more appropriately, the lengths we as a species can go to to ignore it.  It is not with judgment I look at this, it is with awe.  No one should be forced.  If one is not ready for their own transformation, than they will not transform; when they are, they will, as simple as that. 

Our consciousness is evolving.  We are physically evolving in parallel with our conscious evolution.  Look around… the likes of Twitter, Facebook, you name it in technology.  These things become mainstream very fast.  They may not make sense to you or someone else, but they are evolutions in conscious communication, whether you believe it or not.  Did you know that?  If you or I think or believe something, it matters not to evolution of consciousness.  That evolution will go on whether we are involved or not.  We can choose to evolve, sometimes with great difficulty, but it is our own choice. 

This is where I break down in awe. 

We choose. 

It is humbling.  No one can be blamed for our choices.  Sure we can create icons and boost them onto a pedestal where we place ourselves at their feet feeling we could never do what they did or be what they have become, but then we would miss the lessons that they teach because “that is for someone greater than me”.

awe…