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  • The Masterpiece Lives On

    The Masterpiece Lives On

    Monday, April 29th – 

    After I pulled for the week, I’m returning to something I read from the Sacred Earth Oracle. 

    It reminded me of a couple concepts I return to often – of letting go and legacy.

    “Life makes its mark with no obligation, no expectation, and its masterpiece is lost beneath the next snowfall.”
    (p.90 Renewal)

    And it continues,

    “White, where time is frozen, like an expectant hiatus lost to a blank page. Refreshing, perpetual renewal is here, now, always, awaiting you.”

    As I read this and breathed it in, I felt sad, loss.
    What a shame, I thought – gone forever.
    My mind brings up nearby examples –
    A. Family members who pass on without leaving a concrete legacy of their thoughts, memories, and wisdom for their descendants. That’s sad to me, “a missed opportunity,” I often say.

    B. We have artists and masters in their area who die before ever getting credit or acclaim. That’s too bad and so unfair!

    C. Okay the big kahuna – Jesus H. Christ.
    Lately, I’ve been pondering what Jesus may have felt/thought in knowing this life plan of not only sticking out like a sore thumb from day 1 and having to die in a publicly humiliating and painful, drawn out way. It’s also the life where you’re being hugely screwed over by historical memory, being witnessed and remembered in error or in omission of content and/or context. You crushed it (I choose to believe!), but the way it landed for human history was a very mixed bag, more and more so as collective human awareness shifts into a stewardship mindset with itself and the natural world. I am honored to do this little walk through Jesus’s example. He’s refining my perception as we go! Mostly, I can imagine feeling very misunderstood and deeply frustrated with the prospect of this happening to me! I mean, what a miscarriage of justice! I sort of seethe with 2nd hand resentment just considering it. Hmm.

    And then, I heard a warm voice say in my right ear/brain, 

    “There’s no renewal without death. There is no loss in death. Life in all its forms is immaculate.”



    Legacy is completely in the eye of the beholder and the ones ending their human lives have the chance to review every moment and choice after they arrive. They are not responsible for what happens afterward, but I am curious if they follow it, like fan fiction boards. I’m not sure if they care or to what extent they keep up with it…I’ll ask.

    I think the take-home message here is that my brother Jesus doesn’t vibe any lower, regretting how human history screwed up his narrative and used him to oppress each other. Therefore, if Jesus ain’t mad, I ain’t mad. I’ll need to remind myself of this a lot before it’s reprogrammed with this information.

    So, two things here:

    1. Nothing is lost, broken, or “a shame” because it’s ALL for our benefit and our learning.

      It’s a form of praise and worship to feel your emotions, no matter which ones.
      Breathe in and out – the simplest prayer. Amen.
      Change your perception around what’s valuable, now.

      Although it seems to you like everything can be categorized and hierarchies by rating criteria, this is not the way our Higher Selves (or anyone beyond the 3D) understand it. They care only about the beauty, innovation, and creativity in variety and experimentation. They see it all, but it’s like the shadows and outlines in a painting, not binary of good/bad. It complements the whole.
      How we compete is considered very childlike, such that they always extend Grace. Everything adds and contributes and is useful and good.

      Play your hand and give gratitude as often as you can, for the poison is often the medicine.
    1. No such thing as a missed opportunity or a forgotten, jilted legacy.

      Time being non-linear means that we are taking ample attention with every opportunity, and you are here now, exploring yours. You don’t have to worry about not “doing it all,” as you ARE actually doing it all, right now. You really are safe to move about the cabin and just relax…It’s a big shift in your understanding of reality, from a 3D to quantum perspective. As this new theory plays out in our examples of life, refinement is necessary and appropriate. “Maintenance Required,” basically! 😉

    Let’s talk about the renewal piece: No renewal without death.
    Okay, so we’re back in this image of a wintry, icy woods environment.

    “Life makes its mark with no obligation, no expectation, and its masterpiece is lost beneath the next snowfall. White, where time is frozen, like an expectant hiatus lost to a blank page. Refreshing, perpetual renewal is here, now, always, awaiting you.” 

    And the warm words came again behind my right ear:
    “Death is the pause in every note played, to rest, not to stop or fade from record. The song continues and the Soul sings it out as your true essence, into every life – your signature frequency, your bag of tools for the next journey.”

    I then looked up renewal and didn’t find much with the -al, so I looked up renew.

    The definition that resonates for me RN is 1: to make like new: restore to freshness, vigor, or perfection. 

    Death is not to be feared, but revered. Death is actually the perfection/completion of life. It’s not common knowledge here yet.
    It is necessary for the next step in the Soul’s song, the next note resounding bright and strong after resting a beat to renew itself.

    Renewal
    It’s the Soul, your OverSoul or Higher Self or God that calls our human soul shard home to join it, like a mother’s call. And it’s this heart’s cry that beckons us to Sing while we can, our unique note added to the chorus.

    A candle is not upset or bitter at the moment it gets snuffed out – It remains available to bring light anon. That’s what it’s made to do – exist.

    So the snow falls to create another blank canvas. Waves crash upon the shores of castles and holes and sand writing every day and night. Fires burn through forests and renewal can almost instantly be witnessed by life.

    Life is never lost. Art is sometimes a momentary flash, but no less exquisite.
    Something is always gained, learned, and expanded – it’s what life does.
    Replicates, abounds, blooms, carries on.

  • On Resistance

    On Resistance

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    Whoever says, “Resistance is futile” absolutely has not been well enough acquainted with the subject matter. In fact, I’m not sure of the actual origin MAYBE HERE but i’ve only ever heard a bad guy say it in a movie, and it’s never true, not even a little.

    Incapable of producing any useful result. Pointless. – is how my phone’s default Siri dictionary phrased it.

    Anyone who tangles with it knows what a trip it can be!
    Resistance in the context of a form of inner protective patterning that is due for a glowup from yours truly is really your ultimate guide and protector as a kid.
    Individual and personalized before your conscious memory kicks in, resistance represents a sacred agreement your human system put in place to make sense out of your confusion, and to ensure your basic needs would be met by your caretakers.

    Not only is resistance purposeful, but most of us at a certain age found it necessary. I know I must have, because I didn’t consciously decide and I only recently realized! Hallelujah.

    Some experts call these inner part of us the ego, unconscious wounding, attachment style, stuck energy, behavior pattern and schemas, internalized beliefs, and an upset inner child. Regardless, it expends our system’s energy by being hyperaware of any possible proof supporting whatever limiting belief from the past. Our brains will send up that red flag if they sense danger, and our knee-jerk reaction will be to take action for safety.

    This is not the same voice that moves through me when I mean to encourage and celebrate a friend, mind you. Consider why that might be –

    And it produces a useful result MOST OF THE TIME, my dude.
    Like so often, my goals are the ones feeling the hint of futility!
    At a certain point in this journey, I had a huge AHA that what had once kept me safe and secure enough in my environments to learn, grow, form relationships, and move through my life until now has become an impediment.

    Thus begins the dance, when I’ve believed for so long that someone or something else was created to lead, while I was created to support and follow. We will discuss that binary and more at another time. Who says a dancer even needs another fellow, in order to dance? Just weird that assumptions we make. “I can’t dance. I don’t know how!”

    So, okay. Resistance exists. It’s powerful, useful (to a point), and comes from “inside the house,” so to speak. Resistance is the coalition of my parts continuing to uphold an agreement made a long time ago on a certain strategy to keep everything chill for me. Thank you, Resistance.

    To what, you might ask?
    Well, to feeling emotions that are uncomfy and to challenging the status quo.
    Never under-estimate the distance you can and will travel to avoid discomfort. We resist by living thought by thought in our accepted fears of some sub-optimal future and in our sour lessons from past experiences. I do this in ways that are obvious to me and probably a thousand additional ways I don’t notice. Think about how effective you can be at killing a good vibe all by yourself. Killing YOUR good vibe, nonetheless?!

    I will have a great idea, today, for how to use my time tomorrow. I will take inspired action on the idea, usually trying to making tomorrow’s task as easy as possible for future Jess. I want to feel that pride and confidence in myself at the END of that following day after I do the idea! I know it’s a step in the direction of who I want to be…And I’m talking about GOOD, simple and proven ideas like: waking up early to meditate, working out, eating something balanced when I have some extra time to savor…just normal, healthy things people do for themselves.

    An example of resistance in action is me having taken those steps of: idea, excitement and commitment, inspired actions to help me get there, and then…binge-eating the night before after one of the kids says something ignorant and harsh about my face. I don’t sleep great, have to get up and use the restroom, then wake up sweaty and having snoozed my alarm. I hear both kids up already, and one of them says she doesn’t have any shorts clean to wear for school, but I know at least one pair is clean-grr. I don’t meditate. After drop-off, I’m feeling guilty and resolve to meditate when I get home. However, on the way home, I recall needing a couple things from the grocery store that I can quickly pick up. You likely know where this is going. I get home and I’m starving, so I open some impulse purchase from the store that has nil nutritional value and snack as I unpack what ends up being a good little load of stuff! I start drinking a glass of water, but leave it in another room, when I realize a bathroom that was left “trashed,” and I can’t even allow it be exist in that condition another second. You see? So scattered, overwhelmed, reactionary, just a domino effect of behavior, no follow through. Resistance. Hi, it’s me.

    So my application of taking the lead in this dance of resistance et moi seems to hinge on how I leverage my awareness of and appreciation for this inner programming. Akin maybe to a sizeable OS upgrade, my intention now is to cultivate an emotionally safe and grounded internal environment (like functional body building) that tolerates, nay, welcomes all thoughts, feelings, and beliefs as old friends, but also questions and considers them in light of
    the current way RN Jess understands things – the whys and hows of it all! RN me often chooses a slower lifestyle that allows me to more fully experience the present moment, and also to focus on some areas of healing and learning that are of highest priority to me.

    This dancing used to feel like a recovery and a healing back to an unexplored wholeness of being. I remember the image of myself in fetal position in a puddle at the bottom of a deep earthen hole in the ground feeling accurate. Reminds me of the story in John 4 of the Samaritan woman at Jacob’s well.

    I know that feelings come and go, which is actually so great. We can really experience them and then let them go. They’ll be back! LOL
    At this moment, the dance feels exhilarating and full of possibility, like a baby’s birth. Whether you call it “rewilding” or self sovereignty, a miracle or just neurons recalibrating as hormones seek stasis (science!) in the body, the change feels for me like an abiding clarity about my values, my goals and greater purpose, and the steps I take next. I’m no longer “looking at the world from the bottom of a well.” Things, as they say, have SHIFTED.

    Now I’m that woman at the fully functional and biblically accurate well, and Jesus approaches. He offers me a drink that will become a well of water (inside me!) springing up unto eternal life. This drink isn’t what I thought it was – the promise of a pleasant afterlife. It’s a shift in the way I perceive myself and everything around me. It’s the glow up, and Yeshua makes clear that it has been here all along.

    Resistance is a gift I humbly and fearfully receive as a friendly push from my own battle-hardened psyche to decide RIGHT NOW who I Am. She is ready for her makeover, her upgrade. She know’s it’s time. And I’m feeling thirsty!

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  • For When I Am Next Afraid

    For When I Am Next Afraid

    I am not afraid in the dark.
    Or the quiet, cold, or rain.

    I have found that the dark is cozy and my eyes adjust.
    In the quiet, I can think and rest and find my bearings –
    There is always the light within ready to shine out.
    There is always, too, so much assistance.

    I’m not afraid in a crowd, or on an airplane, or in a strange town.
    There’s an acute differentiation that allows me to relax about me.

    And when I am next afraid, please remind me who I am.
    Of my divinity and power, just waiting under the surface to unfurl.
    Remind me that I Am a Voice in the wilderness crying out –
    Prepare ye the way of, yes, The Divine Balance, the way of Peace.
    I Am sister to Christ Jesus and Miriam Sophia, the Lovers, who join me on walks.
    I Am Judah. I am Ephraim. I am a slave, and I am free –
    And no one else can name or claim to understand my attributes.
    Only the way they are receiving the art and image of me.

    I Am the storyteller.
    Jeshurun.
    I am She.

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