Greetings all,
Well since I have written last much has happened. I have performed my first marriage ceremony for a friend. I had my old bike repaired and once more have hit the streets as I did years before when I was without a car. I have finished typing up all my handwritten notes for my upcoming book. I filmed a new video for the month. Last but not least I interviewed my first prospect for a new spirit guide.
Okay yes I know that last line made a few of you do a double take. What do you mean interviewed a spirit guide. Well a few months back I put up an ad on a bulletin board in one of the spirit worlds. I was looking for a guide who specialized in turning individual talents into income. Wizarding may be its own reward but cash is what spends in this world. Now I don't mean to be materialistic but those that know me also know that I have several little jobs that allow me to continue to delve more deeply into the mysteries and serve clients while keeping my prices reasonable. The goal is to eventually drop all the little jobs and wear my wizard hat when I'm not wearing my artist hat. (Also hats are expensive).
Guides can come and go in our life. Sometimes we move on from one phase in our life and we need different help. I've heard also of an instance where a guide was fired by some one's primary guide. Apparently even in the spirit world employment is not completely secure. On the upside the cost of living is nil so people pretty much work at what they're best at. Now I've got a crack shot team of healers, artists, seers, alchemists, mystics, and general wuwu stuff working as my guides. They're awesome I love them all dearly, but I realized to truly do what I want to do in this life and bring about the best outcomes for the most people I needed a guide to help me handle things on the material side. So I've met the first candidate. One of my guides is doing a thorough interview and background check and we'll have a meeting about them soon.
Some of you may be thinking I am being very blasé about all this. I can even hear some of you thinking, "You can't just do that." Too late I already did. There's no law against advertising for a new spirit guide, and even if there was one my alignment is chaotic good. (Alignment is a roleplaying term it's my geek shout out for the week). I used to know a will worker who was always hell bent on telling me what I could and couldn't do. We're no longer associates but I've gone on to do just about everything they told me I couldn't do. Again chaotic good, I LOVE THIS ALIGNMENT! I do so enjoy it when other magical people try to put limits on what I can do (pssst that's sarcasm).
It is good to realize that we make our own rules. Sometimes we even break them. We create what we need to get things done. I've simply extended this concept a bit further than most. Perhaps I am oversimplifying or being a bit cutesy about the whole thing, but hey if it works I don't care how crazy it sounds. That could almost be my motto or one of them at least, "Crazy enough guarantee." In my opinion you need a bit of flippancy mixed with reverence to effectively maneuver in spirit.
So how does this apply to you? Well is there some need that isn't being met because you're convinced that it would be taboo to approach spirit with a business proposal? Are you afraid of setting the terms because of some preordered idea of how spirit and material are supposed to be separate but equal? Well break the wall down and host some interviews. There are billions of unemployed guides waiting for you to post job openings. Get off your butt and help the local spiritual economy, be a job creator. Ask for who you need without fear and be prepared to turn those away who don't meet your qualification standards. It's not a rat race it's an Iditarod we all need our teams to get to where we're heading.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
Musings
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Later
Greetings all,
May is flying by with so much activity it seems as soon as I get a blog post done it is time to write another. Topics continue to come sometimes at the last minute sometimes they just occur to me in mid conversation, and this week's focus is certainly one of those.
I've been on the move the past few months between speaking engagements, teaching, writing and this weekend I am performing my first marriage ceremony. I have been repeatedly saying, "I'll be much more relaxed after _____ is done." This is generally true however today when I was talking to a friend about all my upcoming projects it struck me in a slightly different way. I was effectively telling myself I would be anxious or unable to relax until my next task was done. Do you see the potential problem here? There is always another task, in my case another dozen or so. I like to have my hands in a lot of pots at once. (That works as a metaphor or literally when I am doing ceramic work).
If you make the condition of relaxation dependent on the completion of all your tasks you will never relax. There is a saying I've heard bandied about quite a bit by hard core type A personalities. "I'll sleep when I'm dead." It's this kind of toxic bullshit that makes life miserable. Productivity is all fine and good, but if you can't take a moment and breathe or relax while you are getting things done you will be "sleeping" quite a bit sooner than you'd like. There is a time for bustle and giving it all you got and more, but those times should be infrequent. Whatever happened to whistling while you worked? Where is the flow?
I often wonder if I get all hyped up in order to stave off procrastination. It seems like the opposite of the bustle on the surface as if it would be relaxing. It isn't. My mind always knows what I should be doing. For me personally it's not as if I procrastinate I simply have several tasks running parallel to each other. Something has to go on the back burner (or several somethings). Thus my predicament. I have to learn to mellow out while projects are ongoing because there are always other ones taking a back seat and waiting their turn for my focus. It's like I'm putting my relaxed state of mind through a game of musical chairs, and it never gets the seat.
So I'm not going to ask if this applies to you. I know it does. We all bustle nowadays. We're all always rushing from one thing to another. Social media is always grabbing our attention. What if amidst all that you are doing and are about to do you took a breath and relaxed into your work? What if you knew that everything would get done in its own time? What if you just showed up? Could you let yourself chill? Could you take your motor mind off idle and just cruise with the windows down? What if you could mentally relax before you finished everything? I highly recommend you look into learning that skill, before everything finishes you.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
May is flying by with so much activity it seems as soon as I get a blog post done it is time to write another. Topics continue to come sometimes at the last minute sometimes they just occur to me in mid conversation, and this week's focus is certainly one of those.
I've been on the move the past few months between speaking engagements, teaching, writing and this weekend I am performing my first marriage ceremony. I have been repeatedly saying, "I'll be much more relaxed after _____ is done." This is generally true however today when I was talking to a friend about all my upcoming projects it struck me in a slightly different way. I was effectively telling myself I would be anxious or unable to relax until my next task was done. Do you see the potential problem here? There is always another task, in my case another dozen or so. I like to have my hands in a lot of pots at once. (That works as a metaphor or literally when I am doing ceramic work).
If you make the condition of relaxation dependent on the completion of all your tasks you will never relax. There is a saying I've heard bandied about quite a bit by hard core type A personalities. "I'll sleep when I'm dead." It's this kind of toxic bullshit that makes life miserable. Productivity is all fine and good, but if you can't take a moment and breathe or relax while you are getting things done you will be "sleeping" quite a bit sooner than you'd like. There is a time for bustle and giving it all you got and more, but those times should be infrequent. Whatever happened to whistling while you worked? Where is the flow?
I often wonder if I get all hyped up in order to stave off procrastination. It seems like the opposite of the bustle on the surface as if it would be relaxing. It isn't. My mind always knows what I should be doing. For me personally it's not as if I procrastinate I simply have several tasks running parallel to each other. Something has to go on the back burner (or several somethings). Thus my predicament. I have to learn to mellow out while projects are ongoing because there are always other ones taking a back seat and waiting their turn for my focus. It's like I'm putting my relaxed state of mind through a game of musical chairs, and it never gets the seat.
So I'm not going to ask if this applies to you. I know it does. We all bustle nowadays. We're all always rushing from one thing to another. Social media is always grabbing our attention. What if amidst all that you are doing and are about to do you took a breath and relaxed into your work? What if you knew that everything would get done in its own time? What if you just showed up? Could you let yourself chill? Could you take your motor mind off idle and just cruise with the windows down? What if you could mentally relax before you finished everything? I highly recommend you look into learning that skill, before everything finishes you.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
Friday, May 15, 2015
Naming it to Claiming it
Greetings all,
The weeks seem to be going faster lately. I think it has to do with the fact that I am getting out more and am involved with various projects. Currently I'm making decent headway on my first book. I'm already past 16,000 words. I'm doing my best to cover all the topics in a professional manner while keeping my distinctive narrative voice. So there is some swearing but only where appropriate. Hot DAMN!
Many of you don't know this but I have always been at odds with my body. I am quite short for a man. I've also not very strongly built. While I am not out of shape I am not what I consider to be fit. This has troubled me over the years and made me feel unattractive which then of course puts out that vibration so people have tended to mirror that back to me. I was talking with a friend of mine who has the exact opposite build of me he's a powerlifter built like a bull. He shared with me that for years he had wanted to grow bigger but was worried what people would think if he got too big. He finally let go of the concerns of what others would think of him and now he's happier. He's also enormous and wearing it well.
During our conversation it finally dawned on me I had never truly verbalized what I think my ideal build would be. I had thought of it in terms of numbers, body fat percentages, waist to chest ratios but never in a really descriptive way. It came to me in a flash! I wanted to have a yogi-martial artist-cat burglar build. I had pieces of the idea before but never all together. It was the cat burglar that really tied it all together. I want to be lean, strong, and nimble. I also want to move quietly and cleanly with a feline grace. I had named it finally and suddenly it didn't seem so impossible. I got so excited I rushed to call people and tell them, I even updated my Facebook status. This lit an inspirational fire in me. I started asking other people to describe their ideal build. I told one friend she pretty much had attained a gymnast fairy princess kind of build.
In magical traditions it is often taught that names have power. To name something is to summon it, to call upon its power, or even control it. When we name a goal we start to create a pathway to it. While I know it is just my outward appearance it felt like more to me. It felt like finding a good pair of shoes that fit right and made me want to dance. After naming my physicality I went further and started naming other attributes. I wanted to be a trickster with a heart of gold. I am sure I will come up with others and I will have fun with those too. The trick is to name in a way that fires the imagination and emotions.
So what about you? Have you ever sat down and really named your goals for yourself in a way that puts your desires in blazing lights across the sky of your mind? Are all your dreams of the paint by numbers variety? Well break out the crayons, markers, finger paint, and glitter glue in your imagination and get messy. Take it from me a Traveling Trickster with a heart of gold who juggles fates in his hands, you'll be glad you did.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
P.S. Feel free to color outside the lines.
The weeks seem to be going faster lately. I think it has to do with the fact that I am getting out more and am involved with various projects. Currently I'm making decent headway on my first book. I'm already past 16,000 words. I'm doing my best to cover all the topics in a professional manner while keeping my distinctive narrative voice. So there is some swearing but only where appropriate. Hot DAMN!
Many of you don't know this but I have always been at odds with my body. I am quite short for a man. I've also not very strongly built. While I am not out of shape I am not what I consider to be fit. This has troubled me over the years and made me feel unattractive which then of course puts out that vibration so people have tended to mirror that back to me. I was talking with a friend of mine who has the exact opposite build of me he's a powerlifter built like a bull. He shared with me that for years he had wanted to grow bigger but was worried what people would think if he got too big. He finally let go of the concerns of what others would think of him and now he's happier. He's also enormous and wearing it well.
During our conversation it finally dawned on me I had never truly verbalized what I think my ideal build would be. I had thought of it in terms of numbers, body fat percentages, waist to chest ratios but never in a really descriptive way. It came to me in a flash! I wanted to have a yogi-martial artist-cat burglar build. I had pieces of the idea before but never all together. It was the cat burglar that really tied it all together. I want to be lean, strong, and nimble. I also want to move quietly and cleanly with a feline grace. I had named it finally and suddenly it didn't seem so impossible. I got so excited I rushed to call people and tell them, I even updated my Facebook status. This lit an inspirational fire in me. I started asking other people to describe their ideal build. I told one friend she pretty much had attained a gymnast fairy princess kind of build.
In magical traditions it is often taught that names have power. To name something is to summon it, to call upon its power, or even control it. When we name a goal we start to create a pathway to it. While I know it is just my outward appearance it felt like more to me. It felt like finding a good pair of shoes that fit right and made me want to dance. After naming my physicality I went further and started naming other attributes. I wanted to be a trickster with a heart of gold. I am sure I will come up with others and I will have fun with those too. The trick is to name in a way that fires the imagination and emotions.
So what about you? Have you ever sat down and really named your goals for yourself in a way that puts your desires in blazing lights across the sky of your mind? Are all your dreams of the paint by numbers variety? Well break out the crayons, markers, finger paint, and glitter glue in your imagination and get messy. Take it from me a Traveling Trickster with a heart of gold who juggles fates in his hands, you'll be glad you did.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
P.S. Feel free to color outside the lines.
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Weaving Light and Dark
Greetings all,
So I'm back from my travels for a bit. Overall my venture went well. I spoke for the first time among people who didn't know me. This was a bit more stressful than usual because I found out that people actually read this blog. ULE was great my room at the hotel was less so.
I don't want to turn this post into a complaining rant (I did that already when I filled out the Paypal dispute form) but I do want to examine how I handled things. My nonsmoking room had been smoked in, first order of business was to open the windows and turn on a fan. The room was dirty so I took out my essential oil blend I take to ward of bugs and such and hit the furniture and bedding. I put nothing on the floor. Above the physical condition in the room there was the energy of the whole place. Every time I passed through the lobby there was an irate traveler complaining heatedly to the front desk staff. I just didn't feel too secure here. So I opened sacred space and called in the 4 directions. Now I did something I never ever do. I left sacred space up for my entire stay. In fact I even reinforced it the second night. I put runes of warding on the door (which might explain why I kept having to get my keycard redone every evening). I drew down the moon into the room and called on the sacred wind to cleanse and purify the space. I sang to waken the land spirits. I transformed the space into a sacred den, a sacred den still in need of deep clean on the physical side of things but at least I could get some rest.
All this taught me just how much ceremony could transform a less than ideal space. Had it not been for the lingering bit of smoke and the decaying physical condition of the room itself it would have been quite a space. Still I was proud with how much I actually was able to shift it. When I was leaving I forgot something in the room and one of the cleaning staff actually went out into the parking lot to give it to me. This was a dramatic change to how the staff had behaved when I arrived. This also left me with a quandary. I had planned to complain about the hotel conditions, and now someone had been kind. Well being the sometimes petty person I am I ended up complaining to their corporate office and the booking company. This led nowhere so I filed with Paypal, but I didn't feel good about it.
I was fine weaving light and sacredness into a space, and using my power to improve a situation. I was all torn up about causing trouble by reporting the hotel. However had I not gone the route of seeking recompense I wouldn't have been able to live with it either. I would have felt that I hadn't stood up for myself, and that I was contributing to an ongoing problem for future travelers. Many people in my field call themselves light workers. I don't call myself that. Perhaps it is my years practicing tai chi or my affiliation with both the summer and winter courts of faery, but I see both light and darkness as necessary. We all know that one nice person who continually gets dumped upon. In the past I've been the person who just puts up with something because I don't want to seem mean. This has not been very effective for me. I've alsohad times where I went overboard and steamrolled right over people. This has also not been a good long term strategy.
I think what we need to be able to do to flow through life with grace is to weave both light and dark. Dark doesn't have to be all sharp and hard edges, but sometimes it is. Not everyone has our best interests at heart and we must sometimes enforce our will and consequences when people do not honor their agreements. This is not a space from which to dwell but one we need to be able to visit and pass through if we wish to conduct business while we are breathing. This should help us support our weaving of more light into life rather than distract from it.
So I must become more comfortable with weaving in a dark strand here and there or at least become comfortable with the discomfort of it. What about you? Do you bring in the dark when it is needed or do you put on your blinders and try to walk stoically on through the blinding brightness? Can you dance between light and dark in an artful and heart centered way? If you could weave light and dark equally well how would your life change? What would it look like? Let me know in the comments.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
So I'm back from my travels for a bit. Overall my venture went well. I spoke for the first time among people who didn't know me. This was a bit more stressful than usual because I found out that people actually read this blog. ULE was great my room at the hotel was less so.
I don't want to turn this post into a complaining rant (I did that already when I filled out the Paypal dispute form) but I do want to examine how I handled things. My nonsmoking room had been smoked in, first order of business was to open the windows and turn on a fan. The room was dirty so I took out my essential oil blend I take to ward of bugs and such and hit the furniture and bedding. I put nothing on the floor. Above the physical condition in the room there was the energy of the whole place. Every time I passed through the lobby there was an irate traveler complaining heatedly to the front desk staff. I just didn't feel too secure here. So I opened sacred space and called in the 4 directions. Now I did something I never ever do. I left sacred space up for my entire stay. In fact I even reinforced it the second night. I put runes of warding on the door (which might explain why I kept having to get my keycard redone every evening). I drew down the moon into the room and called on the sacred wind to cleanse and purify the space. I sang to waken the land spirits. I transformed the space into a sacred den, a sacred den still in need of deep clean on the physical side of things but at least I could get some rest.
All this taught me just how much ceremony could transform a less than ideal space. Had it not been for the lingering bit of smoke and the decaying physical condition of the room itself it would have been quite a space. Still I was proud with how much I actually was able to shift it. When I was leaving I forgot something in the room and one of the cleaning staff actually went out into the parking lot to give it to me. This was a dramatic change to how the staff had behaved when I arrived. This also left me with a quandary. I had planned to complain about the hotel conditions, and now someone had been kind. Well being the sometimes petty person I am I ended up complaining to their corporate office and the booking company. This led nowhere so I filed with Paypal, but I didn't feel good about it.
I was fine weaving light and sacredness into a space, and using my power to improve a situation. I was all torn up about causing trouble by reporting the hotel. However had I not gone the route of seeking recompense I wouldn't have been able to live with it either. I would have felt that I hadn't stood up for myself, and that I was contributing to an ongoing problem for future travelers. Many people in my field call themselves light workers. I don't call myself that. Perhaps it is my years practicing tai chi or my affiliation with both the summer and winter courts of faery, but I see both light and darkness as necessary. We all know that one nice person who continually gets dumped upon. In the past I've been the person who just puts up with something because I don't want to seem mean. This has not been very effective for me. I've alsohad times where I went overboard and steamrolled right over people. This has also not been a good long term strategy.
I think what we need to be able to do to flow through life with grace is to weave both light and dark. Dark doesn't have to be all sharp and hard edges, but sometimes it is. Not everyone has our best interests at heart and we must sometimes enforce our will and consequences when people do not honor their agreements. This is not a space from which to dwell but one we need to be able to visit and pass through if we wish to conduct business while we are breathing. This should help us support our weaving of more light into life rather than distract from it.
So I must become more comfortable with weaving in a dark strand here and there or at least become comfortable with the discomfort of it. What about you? Do you bring in the dark when it is needed or do you put on your blinders and try to walk stoically on through the blinding brightness? Can you dance between light and dark in an artful and heart centered way? If you could weave light and dark equally well how would your life change? What would it look like? Let me know in the comments.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Traveling Days
Greetings all,
It's May eve and besides it being derby time around here it is also a special night in the pagan calendar. Tomorrow is the celebration of Beltane. Tonight is one of the nights where the veil between the worlds is the thinnest. In the fall we have Halloween where the veil thins between the living and the dead. In the spring at Beltane the veil between the worlds of man and faery are thin. In years past I would be outside with baked goods as an offering. I've even sat out in the middle of the woods in a circle. These days there just doesn't seem to be the space to do that. I do miss it, but I also know that those days shall come again. The good folk are neither gone nor forgotten in my heart.
The night before Beltane was known as a traveling day for faeries. The summer court was preparing to ascend and rule over the light half of the year and the growing season, and the winter court was packing out until All Hallows Eve. These days are cross quarter days on the old calendar where the seasons are in flux halfway between an equinox and the solstice. Emotions can be heightened and adventure is around seemingly every corner. Perhaps it is fitting that I shall join the faeries on their sojourn this year. For tomorrow is a traveling day for me. I once again take off for the Universal Life Expo. This time I'm not just helping out in a booth (although I do like doing that) I'm also giving a talk about the ancestral healing work I've been doing. It's kind of a big deal for me. It will be the largest audience I've had in real time and it's going to be recorded.
There is a little known statistic out there about people's greatest fears. It states that when surveyed the number one fear people report having is public speaking, the second…death. Just let that sink in for a moment. I've spoken in front of groups before, in fact I seem to do it routinely after all I do teach classes. The funny thing is I got out of the speech class requirement when I was in college. This must be karmic or fate because it seems like my journey has been taking me more and more into the public arena. Tuesday I was on a webcast radio show. This year I will also be mentioned in an independent film that a friend is producing. I also will have a book out in a few months. This seems to be the year where I'm going to be out there for the world to see.
Like faery I've lived sort of in a twilight space. I've not let the spotlight shine too bright on me for any length of time. It all comes back to fear and being insecure. Yes the Mooneagle is insecure just like everyone else. I feel like I've been very much supported by the woodland folk the past decade and now it is time for me to step out into the sun. So it is very appropriate that I will be embarking on my next greatest venture on their big day.
So I finally feel like I am getting somewhere, but where exactly that is yet I'm not sure and GPS doesn't work in the spirit world. I know me me me what about you you you? On this traveling day when the veils are thin what path do you find yourself traversing? Are you moving towards something or just away from something? Can you see how all the twists and turns actually took you where you needed to go (if not where you wanted to go)? Who has been your sponsor on this magic carpet ride? Do you have an idea of where you want to go? Are you waiting for the "moment"? If you were I'm here to be your cosmic kick in the pants to get you moving. It's time so get to packing all your necessities and get on out the door. The road is calling, the wind is up…it's a traveling day.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
It's May eve and besides it being derby time around here it is also a special night in the pagan calendar. Tomorrow is the celebration of Beltane. Tonight is one of the nights where the veil between the worlds is the thinnest. In the fall we have Halloween where the veil thins between the living and the dead. In the spring at Beltane the veil between the worlds of man and faery are thin. In years past I would be outside with baked goods as an offering. I've even sat out in the middle of the woods in a circle. These days there just doesn't seem to be the space to do that. I do miss it, but I also know that those days shall come again. The good folk are neither gone nor forgotten in my heart.
The night before Beltane was known as a traveling day for faeries. The summer court was preparing to ascend and rule over the light half of the year and the growing season, and the winter court was packing out until All Hallows Eve. These days are cross quarter days on the old calendar where the seasons are in flux halfway between an equinox and the solstice. Emotions can be heightened and adventure is around seemingly every corner. Perhaps it is fitting that I shall join the faeries on their sojourn this year. For tomorrow is a traveling day for me. I once again take off for the Universal Life Expo. This time I'm not just helping out in a booth (although I do like doing that) I'm also giving a talk about the ancestral healing work I've been doing. It's kind of a big deal for me. It will be the largest audience I've had in real time and it's going to be recorded.
There is a little known statistic out there about people's greatest fears. It states that when surveyed the number one fear people report having is public speaking, the second…death. Just let that sink in for a moment. I've spoken in front of groups before, in fact I seem to do it routinely after all I do teach classes. The funny thing is I got out of the speech class requirement when I was in college. This must be karmic or fate because it seems like my journey has been taking me more and more into the public arena. Tuesday I was on a webcast radio show. This year I will also be mentioned in an independent film that a friend is producing. I also will have a book out in a few months. This seems to be the year where I'm going to be out there for the world to see.
Like faery I've lived sort of in a twilight space. I've not let the spotlight shine too bright on me for any length of time. It all comes back to fear and being insecure. Yes the Mooneagle is insecure just like everyone else. I feel like I've been very much supported by the woodland folk the past decade and now it is time for me to step out into the sun. So it is very appropriate that I will be embarking on my next greatest venture on their big day.
So I finally feel like I am getting somewhere, but where exactly that is yet I'm not sure and GPS doesn't work in the spirit world. I know me me me what about you you you? On this traveling day when the veils are thin what path do you find yourself traversing? Are you moving towards something or just away from something? Can you see how all the twists and turns actually took you where you needed to go (if not where you wanted to go)? Who has been your sponsor on this magic carpet ride? Do you have an idea of where you want to go? Are you waiting for the "moment"? If you were I'm here to be your cosmic kick in the pants to get you moving. It's time so get to packing all your necessities and get on out the door. The road is calling, the wind is up…it's a traveling day.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Frustrations
Greetings all,
If you ever have felt like everything is changing and yet nothing has changed then you have known what I have been feeling like. This week I've been face to face with my old nemesis, frustration. I wish I could say I missed our sparring matches, but I do my best to remain honest in my blog posts.
I am quite familiar with frustration. It is the feeling of knowing that something must change paired with the inability to access that change. It is having all the tools in your kit except the one you need. It is being stuck in traffic or hitting every red light when you are desperately trying to be on time. It sucks. This is where I have been even amidst all the plans and behind the scenes progress. To me it came to a head today when I kept forgetting things and having to go back into the house, missing the correct cycle of lights, and then forgetting my login to clock in at my weekend job. This had all the makings of one of those, "Momma said there'd be days like this." Then I remembered I have magic and tools to help me shift and reset. So after a few moments of being a pity whore I did what any sensible wizard would do (no there were bystanders turned into toads), I used the tools I have.
Here is the thing, many of us have skills to cope and turn ourselves around. For some unknown reason we forget all of them when we're in a funk or frustrated. We become emotionally invested in the linearity of events, and how those events should make us feel. It's easy to apply tools of transformation when we're in that space of peace and things are going our way, but try doing it after someone has been a total dick to you. Try doing it when you didn't sleep well the night before or you get hit with unexpected expenses. This is the real test, to see if you remember your Jedi training when you're in the pit fighting for a way out. There is a secret...USE THE FORCE!
I'm happy to say that today I did turn my attitude around. I used tools I have recently learned and others I have had for years. I always tell my students the less you feel like practicing your tai chi the more likely it is that you need to. Well I did practice with what I know and I not only turned myself around I got a new perspective on frustration. It occurred to me that in the past great frustration often immediately preceded a breakthrough or shift. Rather than looking at it as the enemy maybe I should recognize it as the harbinger of change. Frustration is a build up of energies and all change takes a certain amount of energy to pass the threshold to initiate it. It can only build for so long before something has to happen.
So does this apply to you? Are you feeling stuck, mired in what is and despairing of what should be? Are you emotionally invested in a lackluster reality play? What would happen if you recognized your frustrations were either pointing the way or a prelude to a big shift? How does that change the emotional landscape of the future map you have in your mind? Try looking at frustration as your ally instead of your adversary and remember to bring your tool box with you this week.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
If you ever have felt like everything is changing and yet nothing has changed then you have known what I have been feeling like. This week I've been face to face with my old nemesis, frustration. I wish I could say I missed our sparring matches, but I do my best to remain honest in my blog posts.
I am quite familiar with frustration. It is the feeling of knowing that something must change paired with the inability to access that change. It is having all the tools in your kit except the one you need. It is being stuck in traffic or hitting every red light when you are desperately trying to be on time. It sucks. This is where I have been even amidst all the plans and behind the scenes progress. To me it came to a head today when I kept forgetting things and having to go back into the house, missing the correct cycle of lights, and then forgetting my login to clock in at my weekend job. This had all the makings of one of those, "Momma said there'd be days like this." Then I remembered I have magic and tools to help me shift and reset. So after a few moments of being a pity whore I did what any sensible wizard would do (no there were bystanders turned into toads), I used the tools I have.
Here is the thing, many of us have skills to cope and turn ourselves around. For some unknown reason we forget all of them when we're in a funk or frustrated. We become emotionally invested in the linearity of events, and how those events should make us feel. It's easy to apply tools of transformation when we're in that space of peace and things are going our way, but try doing it after someone has been a total dick to you. Try doing it when you didn't sleep well the night before or you get hit with unexpected expenses. This is the real test, to see if you remember your Jedi training when you're in the pit fighting for a way out. There is a secret...USE THE FORCE!
I'm happy to say that today I did turn my attitude around. I used tools I have recently learned and others I have had for years. I always tell my students the less you feel like practicing your tai chi the more likely it is that you need to. Well I did practice with what I know and I not only turned myself around I got a new perspective on frustration. It occurred to me that in the past great frustration often immediately preceded a breakthrough or shift. Rather than looking at it as the enemy maybe I should recognize it as the harbinger of change. Frustration is a build up of energies and all change takes a certain amount of energy to pass the threshold to initiate it. It can only build for so long before something has to happen.
So does this apply to you? Are you feeling stuck, mired in what is and despairing of what should be? Are you emotionally invested in a lackluster reality play? What would happen if you recognized your frustrations were either pointing the way or a prelude to a big shift? How does that change the emotional landscape of the future map you have in your mind? Try looking at frustration as your ally instead of your adversary and remember to bring your tool box with you this week.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
Sunday, April 19, 2015
En Garde
Greetings all,
I've been playing catch up this week since my return from Cincinnati. The third week of the month saw my second meditation group hosted, new clients, and two parties. It seemed every time I turned around new plans were springing up.
En garde is a fencing term used to alert opponents in a match that the sparring is about to begin. It is of french origin meaning on guard. As I was moving through the crowd at the kickoff to the Derby Festival I was acutely aware of my guard. I have become more aware of how often I am on high alert with shields up. My defensive stance can often make me seem cold or standoffish, and I admit I am not the warmest person you'll meet. I do think though I am warmer than the impression I give off when my defenses are raised. The ego can be either watchful guardian or a warden, or even both. Our ego's primary concern is in fact our well being, sometimes it just overshoots the mark.
In doing healing work I often come across energetic barriers that people have over their hearts. They appear as solid in the aura and can look like stone or steel doors. I'm the first to say that such things serve a purpose…for a time, but such rigid barriers are not useful for the long term. Over time it keeps out as much good or even more than the bad it was meant to protect us from. We become starved from the emotional disconnection and if we continue in this way it can warp our perception. We become even more distrustful and we attract untrustworthiness into our life. So we shore up our defenses, build higher walls and thus the cycle continues.
Currently I am doing a lot of emotional work, and I am discovering that I have turned a lot of social interactions into minefields where there were only meadows. I have created gates and locked doors to keep out the heavy actions of others only to find it wherever I turn. This isn't the world only my reflection of it upon the moat of my self isolation. I am of course exaggerating for effect, but the core of truth is there. I have loosened some of the doors in my psyche the past few years and let some few people inside my walls. My life is richer for it. Still I struggle with tearing down the walls. I have to learn to trust in outstretched hands rather than a stone facade. It is not good for us to be on watch all the time. It is not living it is surviving, and I want to live.
So what about you? Are at the ready, shield arm raised high with your rapier poised in your other hand? Do your defenses color your perceptions of those around you? How much good have you missed holed up in your fortress? What would happen if you put a few nice windows in? What if you got an easier latch on those doors? How much life can you let into yourself? I do not suggest you leave all your doors wide open day and night with no cares on whom traverses the threshold, but I do think a frank assessment on a case to case basis should be your guide. Ponder your defenses and see if perhaps you can let one or two guardsmen go.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
I've been playing catch up this week since my return from Cincinnati. The third week of the month saw my second meditation group hosted, new clients, and two parties. It seemed every time I turned around new plans were springing up.
En garde is a fencing term used to alert opponents in a match that the sparring is about to begin. It is of french origin meaning on guard. As I was moving through the crowd at the kickoff to the Derby Festival I was acutely aware of my guard. I have become more aware of how often I am on high alert with shields up. My defensive stance can often make me seem cold or standoffish, and I admit I am not the warmest person you'll meet. I do think though I am warmer than the impression I give off when my defenses are raised. The ego can be either watchful guardian or a warden, or even both. Our ego's primary concern is in fact our well being, sometimes it just overshoots the mark.
In doing healing work I often come across energetic barriers that people have over their hearts. They appear as solid in the aura and can look like stone or steel doors. I'm the first to say that such things serve a purpose…for a time, but such rigid barriers are not useful for the long term. Over time it keeps out as much good or even more than the bad it was meant to protect us from. We become starved from the emotional disconnection and if we continue in this way it can warp our perception. We become even more distrustful and we attract untrustworthiness into our life. So we shore up our defenses, build higher walls and thus the cycle continues.
Currently I am doing a lot of emotional work, and I am discovering that I have turned a lot of social interactions into minefields where there were only meadows. I have created gates and locked doors to keep out the heavy actions of others only to find it wherever I turn. This isn't the world only my reflection of it upon the moat of my self isolation. I am of course exaggerating for effect, but the core of truth is there. I have loosened some of the doors in my psyche the past few years and let some few people inside my walls. My life is richer for it. Still I struggle with tearing down the walls. I have to learn to trust in outstretched hands rather than a stone facade. It is not good for us to be on watch all the time. It is not living it is surviving, and I want to live.
So what about you? Are at the ready, shield arm raised high with your rapier poised in your other hand? Do your defenses color your perceptions of those around you? How much good have you missed holed up in your fortress? What would happen if you put a few nice windows in? What if you got an easier latch on those doors? How much life can you let into yourself? I do not suggest you leave all your doors wide open day and night with no cares on whom traverses the threshold, but I do think a frank assessment on a case to case basis should be your guide. Ponder your defenses and see if perhaps you can let one or two guardsmen go.
Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle
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