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Higher Consciousness

Higher Consciousness

Here’s what the guidebook says:

Card Meaning: You are receiving guidance from your true self, your higher consciousness, which is one with Divine universal wisdom. You are listening to love rather than fear.

Description: This card is a validation that your recent feelings, thoughts, dreams, and aspirations are coming from Spirit. You have been asking for Divine guidance, and your higher self has answered your prayers. Your spiritual path has helped you hear this voice because you’ve taken the time to listen. Perhaps you’ve begun a meditation or yoga practice, and this has helped you quiet your mind. Or maybe you’ve put your foot down to the Universe and have adamantly decided to improve your life.

Whichever route you’ve taken is working very well. Now, the fairies ask you to keep having conversations with your higher consciousness. This will involve carving out time away from noise and stress. You may need to take frequent nature walks, join a spiritual support group, or go on a retreat. By quieting your life and your mind, the voice of your higher consciousness becomes increasingly loud and clear. It guides you perfectly through all life areas.

Affirmation: I easily hear and understand the inner voice of Spirit.

Source: Healing with the Fairies Oracle Cards by Doreen Virtue, Ph. D.

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Intro: This is an older piece, written years ago, inspired by a friend of mine in Nepal.  He taught me about a concept he calls “Monkey Mind”, and as a way to fully comprehend his story and apply its lessons to my life, I personified that Mokey and gave him a name.  I figured that if I could “see” that monkey, I’d have an easier time putting his little ass on a leash! *LOL* – I’m posting this today in honor of the Higher Consciousness Fairy Oracle I drew this morning.  She was inverted, so she let me know that I’ve slipped, or have been on the verge of slipping, into Monkey Mind and need to remember and honor my True Spirit and its divine wisdom.

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Rabnab is what I call him. He’s male, but he wears a pink vest, pink shorts, and a cute little pink cap… all sequinsed. He carries a drum in his hands, wears bells on his shoes, and has a party blower in his mouth. Noisy little bugger, he is… and messy, too. He loves nothing more than to climb shelves, break glass-wear, disorganize cupboards, and demonstrate his one-monkey band loudly in the process. When I see Rabnab, I know I’m in trouble. It’s time to leash the monkey.

Rabnab used to be a constant presence in WendiLand, harping up at all the inopportune moments, forcing me to think thoughts of arrogance, instant gratification, self-pleasure, and egotistical authority – if not depression and hopelessness. If it wasn’t done exactly the way I’d envisioned it, Rabnab would start his song and dance of destruction.

It took a long time to learn to leash the monkey, and even still, he occasionally pounces in to my environment demanding recognition, credit, respect, and adoration – or feelings of sorrow, dread, regret, or lack of faith. Silly monkey, those tricks don’t work here anymore. Well, that’s not entirely true, but instead of reeking havoc in the environment of my mind, he now serves as an alarm mechanism that warns me when I’m getting out of control.

I hadn’t seen Rabnab for months. My arrogance had waned, humility was learned, anger was forgotten, and rather than wanting to be noticed, I learned to prefer life in the shadows. But sure enough, when I least expected it, Rabnab came busting through the doors of reality today and gave me a rude awakening, sucking me into the past and challenging me to either sink or swim.

For about 30 minutes I allowed him to control and dictate my mood. I remembered what it felt like to be bitter. I went back to the pain of being scorned. I felt a need to shout out demands, if not curse words, toward all those I felt had done me wrong. How dare they? Who do they think they are? Oh, silly monkey, come let me pet you and calm your nerves.

They are reflections, these images I’m angry at… mere reflections of my own worst traits. Let them have their limelight… we’re fine right here where we are. They don’t empower us anymore.

Still Rabnab was not out of tricks and pulled another from his sleeve, reminding me that the pain endured was no one’s fault but my own. I am the one who chose to invest time, energy, talent, and money while in search of fame and fortune, recognition, respect, and glory. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have been so blind?

Oh, dear Monkey, do not try to push me down. I’ve learned not to try to swim upstream or panic in rough waters. Instead, I’ve learned to lean into the all that is and flow along the currents. Your tricks to bring me down will not work.

And so Rabnab begins to get that sleepy-child look in his eyes, yawns and stretches, laying his head in my lap, his symbols silenced.

Yes, rest, little monkey for when you wake, I shall teach you new tricks and alternative adventures that don’t bring about such chaotic, nerve-racking consequences. Be at peace.

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