Sunday, March 25, 2018
I hope this weekend finds you well. I've had a busy ten days. It's almost like more than a month's activity was packed into those few days. I once again raised my drum and honored the changing wheel of the season to welcome in the spring.
So at the very gates of spring, it was freakin freezing. I guess it was in the 40s...barely, but it was also misting rain. The kind of cold rain that gets into your bones. It made my hands numb and so my drumming was not as steady as usual. I worried a bit about this, however I decided that the important thing was that I showed up. Most spirits understand that our bodies come with some limitations. If you have guides that don't get that and are demanding unrealistic feats from you, then you need to fire them from your team.
This week I am noticing the longer days. I am also seeing how erratic the changeover in seasons seems to have become in the past decade. I recall much smoother transitions from my child hood. Our first day of spring coincided with 7 inches of snow in the evening. It was beautiful and thankfully didn't stick to the roads too badly, a rare combination. Those on my prayer list got the benefit of two prayers this week, one for the equinox and one for the Friday ceremony. Both were seasonally themed towards renewal. On top of that my drumming got the extra mojo from the medicine bundle of the local shamanic weather circle. It's the red one in the picture above.
Mostly what I've been feeling lately is lucky. I am well fed, sheltered, clothed, in reasonably good health, and I work in fields that I love. I also have good people around me. This has been a long process to come into that combination of factors. It has taken effort, but so much of the credit has been the grace of good fortune. The chance meetings, information showing up when I needed it, and opportunities landing at the perfect time have all been huge blessings. Stepping back and noticing these things is important; it is way too easy to focus on what is lacking or imperfect. Our minds are programmed to scan for problems so it is up to us to reframe our situations. I've been looking forward to this spring for months. I've got many things lined up for the coming seasons. Winter was a turn inwards and now I get to reemerge into the world and share what I've been incubating. I've had a new healing method go through testing since the fall which should be out in a month, I'll have a Chi Kung video out this summer, and I will be putting together another day long workshop to present locally. There is a lot of living to be had in the coming months and I am looking forward to it.
So why am I gabbing on about fortune and stuff. Well the universe gives us some circumstances that we have no control over, but many instances of luck simply require us to show up. So it is important to show up when we can, in whatever state we are in. If we show up with a willing heart many wonderful things can happen. So I challenge you to show up. I challenge you to recognize where circumstances have served you. I challenge you to find the perfection that exists in a moment in time. They are there for the taking I promise.
Peace and Blessings,
Monday, March 19, 2018
I know this post is late. I have had a month's worth of activities packed into one week. Since the commitment to blog was made to myself, I can on occasion relax my rules about getting a post out exactly on the nose.
After many months of anticipation I had the distinct pleasure of taking a workshop with Justice Bartlett. I first saw her at a Matrix Energetics Seminar in 2008. She was dressed as Batgirl. (It happened to be Halloween weekend). She became entangled in my first access point into the quantum field of wizardry. About 2 years ago she was supposed to teach a workshop up in Indianapolis, which I was interested in attending but it fell through. I toyed with the idea of bringing her to Louisville for over a year, and then finally approached her about it this past fall. Apparently the timing was just right, so this past weekend she taught a 2 day class at the Louisville Spiritualist Center.
As you can see above we had a good time. Identity and how we enfold ourselves in the stories we believe about who we are can become rigid. So we had to make up a new persona, with a story. My persona was Madame Miseur Locke. I don't know why but they were bigendered. While we were on our lunch break though I began to ponder that having both the masculine and feminine represented in this alternate persona was significant. I have talked before in this blog about my struggles in redefining masculinity in sacred and profane terms. The women's movement has made great strides in redefining women's roles, but men's roles and identities seem to be stuck in the past. While discussing a traumatic experience that two other participants had, I was curious as to how it manifested differently for them as one was a man and the other a woman. The woman had been shamed.
This is not surprising. We tend to project our shame onto the feminine in this culture. Well I don't know how I got to the next bit of insight, but I started thinking about the myth of Adam and Eve. Eve of course was blamed for the fall of humankind banned from the bliss of the garden for listening to the serpent and eating from the tree of knowledge. I started to play with the story a bit. The traditional interpretation blames her for staining us with original sin, a shame that can only be washed away by a savior that encourages ritualized cannibalism. I reached a different conclusion. Eve gave us free will. She gave us self direction. Before, we were in our primal animal states only, the act of choosing her own will over an authority's made her and by extension her descendants human. That's not to say we don't have our animal nature's now, but we also have something else, that human streak of sometimes having a mind of our own. So instead of the original sinner we have Eve Liberator of Humanity. She's practically the feminist Prometheus.
So why am I telling you this and promoting heresy (besides it being one of my favorite past times)? Well it's important to look at the stories that run our lives and our cultures. Look at them with fresh eyes or maybe with a pair of flower opera glasses like Madame Miseur Locke. Would I have leapt to this new interpretation without personifying a dual gendered being for an exercise? It is hard to say for sure, but by unifying two sides of a continuum I got a fresh perspective.
So how about you? Can you hold the polar sides of the scale simultaneously in your awareness? How does that change you or your perspective? What spin does it put on the stories and scripts you've been living by? Play a bit, stretch your concept of who you are in the moment. See what insights can arise.
Peace and Blessings,
Sunday, March 11, 2018
I hope your week was rewarding. I was certainly kept on my toes. It's never a dull moment at the Casa de Mooneagle.
Apparently everybody I know this week was getting hammered (and no I don't mean they were drunk). I had a lot of people in crisis mode all at the same time. I'm often found at the eye of the storm. Not that I never have my own crisis, but I tend to keep that under wraps. I tend to dance in that space between and lend a hand where I can. There are times though where I just can't. There is only so much Mooneagle to go around.
If you have received my voicemail message a bunch this week, I apologize. The phone has been on airplane mode so that I can recharge and handle what is in front of me. The troubles of the world will still be there when I turn it back on. This is something I had to learn. Before I would just go go go until I crashed. I mean I still do that a bit, but I am starting to realize it and counter it in small ways. Yesterday I said no to doing a depossession because with all the events I have in the next ten days I knew I didn't have it. Well okay I could have squeezed it in, but not without completely exhausting myself. This has been a hard lesson to learn. Just because I am put here to be of service, does not mean I can't set up reasonable limits and boundaries on my efforts.
So why am I droning on about this? Well it is important to set limits with your energy. Other people won't do it believe you me. Last week I had 5 sessions in one day plus my weekly ceremony. That was about my limit. As my business grows I am having to place limits on myself or I will book myself into a sick bed. It used to be more the province of the self employed and entrepreneurs, but with mobile technology, employees are getting to the point where they are never out of reach of their work. I find it quite horrifying that people I know will get calls from work while they are away on vacation. They will even email work to them.
So how about you? Are you placing limits on your output? What about to your loved ones? What about to those things you think you "should" do? What about to those people who "need" you? So many of us try to make ourselves indispensable so that people won't leave us. When we do that though we trap ourselves in roles of servitude. Yes we should lend a hand when we can. Yes we should be valuable to those around us, but we do nobody any service when we make ourselves a savior. So start setting some limits here and there. You have my permission. The world will not fall down if you decide to take the evening off or have a nap. However you may just fall down if you don't.
Peace and Blessings,
Sunday, March 4, 2018
I hope you've had a great week. I got through the floods we've had here just fine. I hope those of you on the east coast managed to make it safely through the storm from the last few days. The full moon came through and was kicking a lot of people in sensitive zones. I actually feel a bit of relief with this moon, but prior to it I've been getting kicked around too.
In one of my conversations with a good friend about the idea of enlightenment, I came to the conclusion that I just need to let it go. I need to let go of the idea of being well adjusted. I don't see myself as particularly well adjusted particularly when it comes to social and personal relationships. I simply don't fit the recognized societal patterns of interactions, and I'd been beating myself up for it for a long time. I mean I know I"m weird, hell I like weird things. You would think I wouldn't have the problem being the weird person in any given situation. That is sadly not the case. Our deep seated needs for belonging really get in the way of not caring about conformity.
I am fortunate in that people in my family tend to be long lived. I still have one living grandparent in her 90s. It is through the stories my grandmother has told me that I've realized that being normal is a relatively new thing. She remembers the time before television. She grew up during the great depression in a rural town. The stories she tells were often about the different quirks of the people (and of herself too) that she grew up around. To me it seems like people back then were less concerned about being into "normal" things and more about what they were interested in personally. There was radio, but they didn't have TV and the internet constantly reinforcing a particular paradigm.
This is not to say there was no concern about what the neighbors thought. She grew up on a farm in a small town where everybody knew everyone's business. The difference was they didn't have as many cultural media references telling them what the norms for everyone was. It was more local. In sociology there is a study that tracks happiness in the US with bowling. The more we bowled as a nation the happier we were. Now when television came along people stayed in more and watched other people do things. Besides the ads there was the more subtle but also more insidious product placement. Those TV homes have their couches, appliances, and fashions for the cast. TV became our culture, and we started comparing our lives to our fictional counterparts. Well as you know comparing our lives with others always makes us happier.....not.
So why am I telling you this? Well for good or ill, in times past people were left more to their own devices. They had to investigate and find out what worked for them. They didn't seem to worry about being "well adjusted", they were good if they had a family and a friend or two. Between social media, movie and films, and the obsession of self improvement it is difficult to just appreciate yourself where you are in this moment. For that reason I'm letting go of having to be well adjusted. I don't need it to deserve love and respect. I don't need it to be worthy of making a good living. I don't need it to avoid being punished by a jealous deity after my physical form dies.
How about you? What self improvement treadmill has you running in eternal circles simply to become worthy of self love? I'm not saying we should never improve, grow, or change. I am saying we shouldn't with hold our self respect and love for ourselves until we reach some obligatory standard (which may be nebulously defined or unhealthy). Love yourself where you are, not ten pounds from now, not after a promotion, not after you've achieved more. Honor and care for yourself as you are, and see what happens.
Peace and Blessings,