The scoop from Occupy Wall Street

October 12th, 2011 by Jennifer Grainger
Here is a beautiful essay on the heart and soul of occupy wall street. Truly the new dawn is rising. Power to the people and hallelujah, cooperation is replacing competition, love is overshadowing fear. The storm before the calm (title of Neale Donald Walsch’s new book) is perfectly reflected at occupy wall street.
(Mic Check/Occupy Wall Street) Posted: 10/10/11 03:49 PM ET
I have been watching and listening to all kinds of views and takes on Occupy Wall Street. Some say it’s backed by the Democratic Party. Some say it’s the emergence of a third party. Some say the protesters have no goals, no demands, no stated call. Some say it’s too broad, taking on too much. Some say it is the Left’s version of the Tea Party. Some say its Communist, some say it’s class warfare. Some say it will burn out and add up to nothing. Some say it’s just a bunch of crazy hippies who may get violent.
I have been spending time down at Zucotti Park and I am here to offer a much more terrifying view. What is happening cannot be defined. It is happening. It is a happening. It is a response to injustice and inequity and poverty and Wall Street corruption and soaring college debt and unemployment and homelessness, institutionalized racism and violence against women, the murdering of the earth, fracking and the keystone pipeline and the wars that the U.S. has waged on other countries that have destroyed them and bankrupted us here. It is a cry against what appears to be scarcity and what Naomi Klein calls a distribution problem and, I would add, a priority problem.
It is a spontaneous uprising that has been building for years in our collective unconscious. It is a gorgeous, mischievous moment that has arrived and is spreading. It is a speaking out, coming out, dancing out. It is an experiment and a disruption.
We all know things are terribly wrong in this country. From the death of our rivers, to the bankruptcy of our schools to our failed health care system, something at the center does not hold. A diverse group of teachers, thinkers, students, techies, workers, nurses, have stopped their daily lives. They have come to gather and reflect and march and lay their bodies down. They have come from all over the country and the world. Some have flown in just to be here. I met students last night from a college in Kentucky who had just arrived committed to sleeping out for two nights in solidarity.
Occupy Wall Street is a work of art, exploding onto a canvas in search of form, in search of an image, a vision. In a culture obsessed with product, the process of creation is almost unbearable. Nothing is more threatening than the moment, the living breathing ambiguity of now. We have been trained to name things, own things, brand things and in doing so control and consume them. Well, the genius of Occupy Wall Street is that so far it is not brandable and that’s what makes its potential so daunting, so far reaching, so inclusive, and so dangerous. It cannot be defined and so it cannot be sold, as a sound bite or a political party or even a thing. It can’t be summed up and dismissed. What is also most unusual about Occupy Wall Street is that the evolving self-governing practices at the twice-daily General Assembly and the organic way the park is being organized, are literally modeling a vision of the desired new world.
A rotating group of facilitators, a constant check to make sure all voices are heard, timekeepers, free medicine and medical help, composting, learning groups, a free library, learning circles, workshops on human rights, arts and culture, history, extraordinary speakers at open forums.
I had the fortune to spend the night with a group of about 30 occupiers — the talk could have gone on through the early morning. The depth of the conversation, the intensity of the seeking, the complexity of ideas were startling. But, what moved me even more was the respect, the way people listened to each other and honored and appreciated each other. I would like to encourage another take on Occupy Wall Street. I would like to ask that perhaps we stop trying to define it or own it or discount it or belittle it but instead to celebrate it. It should make New York proud. It should make this country proud.
We say all the time how we believe in democracy, that we want the people to speak and be heard. Well, the people are speaking. The people are experimenting. The people are crying out with the deepest hunger to build a better world. Maybe instead of labeling it, we could join it. There is so much to be done.
Because the city has forbidden the use of microphones and sound systems, the group is using a human microphone. This system of communication is compelling and metaphoric. The group is forced to repeat the words of the speaker so the speaker is forced to talk slowly, with less words at once. The audience is asked to listen in a whole new way and to actually help transmit the message to others. Accuracy and transparency are the crucial elements. To make sure the human microphone is working properly the speaker calls out Mike Check and the crowd repeats Mike Check and by doing this it becomes clear if the voice of the speaker is being carried through the entire crowd. I think our media needs a general Mike Check.
So last night I committed to creating a column that would carry the stories of the occupiers at the heart of the park. There are certain hand signals that are used in the group to signify response. My favorite is the signal for agreement, or something you like a lot . People lift their hands and wiggle their fingers. This has come to be called Upsparkles.
I have seen the people at Occupy Wall Street be demonized in the press and belittled and misrepresented and ridiculed. I want you to get a taste of the diversity and commitment, too. The magnificent Indian feminist who outlined the history of corporations and colonialism in three precise sentences or the buff white man who I assumed was a long-time activist the way he spoke for the need for distribution of wealth and freedom and only later did he confess to me privately that he worked on Wall Street, and although he felt guilty, he was working to change it within. Or the Latino man who said it was the first time he ever experienced really looking at anyone in the eyes and them looking back at him and he had not paid attention to his next door neighbors brother who he had written off as a thug and he ended up going to Iraq and getting killed there and now he knew there was so much more to that boy if he had only been looking. Or the older Jewish woman who told me she was there when they shut down NYU during Kent State and she had waited all these years for this to happen and it was her legacy.
There was talk of poverty and war and but the most repeated theme or desire was connection, how we are all connected, to dissolve the illusions that divide us. So here is the first offering of Ambiguous Upsparkles from the Heart of the Park. Here are the words of the brave creative resistor occupiers in the act of art or the art of act: Melanie Butler Every day of the first week of the encampment at Liberty Plaza was filled with the excitement that this was really happening; every day in the space was lived with the feeling that it could be our last.
The Occupy Wall Street community survived many tests that first week — torrential downpours, dwindling numbers, people dropping out due to illness and fatigue, and of course, constant police violence and brutality. As #occupywallstreet tweeted: Building community at #OccupyWallStreet is hard, esp. when facing constant eviction threats. Now we know how so many Americans feel. On the one-week anniversary of Liberty Plaza I watched the heart of our community galvanize before me. After the police attacked and pepper-sprayed protesters at Union Square and followed us down to our home in the park, we all prepared for a showdown. Paddy-wagons lined the streets. Masses of police officers lined the perimeter of the park, hands poised on guns, orange nets, and reams of zip-ties, while hundreds more assembled at the ready on the adjacent blocks.
We gathered for a General Assembly (GA), as we do every evening, in a unified, determined group under an intense cloud of imminent danger, and asserted that we were not afraid. We developed contingency plans for when the police swept the square. People lined the park with small candles, creating a buffer-zone between the police and our central organ, the GA. Drums and brass instruments played. Messages on the projector screen read “Love is the New Fear.” “Feeling good.” “We shall not be moved.” “In it for the long haul.” Older members of CODEPINK and the local activist community checked in or came by to see what was happening — asking, but not telling, what we were going to do. “We’re staying,” I told them. Some lingered on the outskirts like guardian angels, patiently, silently watching. “We’ve got your back.” The Occupy Wall Street bike bloc slowly circled the square in solidarity. “We are watching. We are with you.” I attached a hot pink “Make Solidarity Not War” sign to my back — added armor to go with the “Make Bikes Not War” signs adorning my bike — and joined them to burn off nervous energy.
Putting on a brave face, I told the bloc how a cashier at a nearby cafe refused to let me pay for my sandwich earlier that day when she found out I was part of the demonstration. Other cyclists chimed in with similar stories. One guy struck up a conversation about what we were doing while in line for the bathroom at McDonald’s and when he came out, the stranger he had been speaking with gave him a burger and fries. As the night progressed, something incredible happened. The police started to pack up and leave. The bike bloc continued to circle until we were sure our home was safe, and then did a final victory lap, bells ringing, lights flashing, flags waving. The community had survived and we had won.
Daniel Levine: “My name is Daniel and I have a story from the heart. Today I was riding the F train home to Brooklyn and a man came through, asking for spare change and any help. He said he was a veteran who would seek shelter at the Montrosse VA. I’ve been coming to Occupy Wall Street every day since Wednesday when we had the huge march in solidarity with the unions. I’m pretty poor right now and basically waiting on a student loan check to be able to pay my bills and expenses. When I’m in Zucotti I usually eat some of the amazing food that’s been donated by people from all over the world! So I thought I should tell this man about what was available. But I hesitated. I didn’t want to encourage anyone to come just to take advantage of the resources in Zucotti that are feeding the protesters, many of whom have been working tirelessly, or have come from as far as Colorado (and everywhere!) I don’t know where that moment of doubt came from, but the moment of clarity that shattered it was invigorating.
“You should come to Zucotti Park!” I said. I spoke to him about it for a minute. He’d read about Occupy Wall Street in the daily papers, but didn’t know about how things really went down there. Growing up in New York City, on some level we train ourselves to be desensitized to homelessness, to separate ourselves from it. But the division is false. I realized we were both 99 percenters. “Wow, thanks for the info!” he said. I have a feeling he’ll get there and be as inspired as I’ve been at what’s happening at the park. Maybe he’ll pick up a sign or people with a similar cause to get involved in. Whatever attracts people, the intellectual environment, their anger at the system, the friendly festival atmosphere, or even the free food, I think people will stay because what’s happening here is meaningful and real. And if America can’t feed its hungry, at least we can!
Some people say we lack a coherent message, but I think Zucotti park is about inclusiveness, seriousness, and the right to come together for positive change. i guess that’s just coherent enough for me!”
Jordan Dann: “After returning from Israel on a project a few weeks ago, I checked my Facebook feed upon landing at Newark International. With embarrassment I will admit that that is where the majority of my news comes from these days, I believe that the friends I trust will post stories and news that I should take note of. I had a friend visiting from out of town and, after we deposited our luggage, I suggested that we take a run across the Brooklyn Bridge and down to Zuccotti Park to see for ourselves what exactly was taking place. Upon arriving I encountered a group of kids holding signs, and a handful of people occupying the park, and I quickly dismissed it as temporary.
However, the sight of this group stayed with me. I found myself thinking about them for days and wondering why they were there. I found myself wondering if they knew why there were there. Most of all I found myself wondering what I would be standing for if I returned. I didn’t return for two weeks. I have a busy and glorious full life.
I am graced with a bounty of creative projects, work opportunities, and friendships that keep me feeling busy and full. I don’t have space or time for a cause. I don’t have energy to participate in a movement. How would my voice help?
A few days later I mentioned the movement to my best friend David and his response was, “Whatever. It won’t last” and, despite my disappointment about his response, on some level my own was confirmed, but then, a few days later, he texted me: “I’m sorry I was pessimistic about what is happening here. It’s something.” I still didn’t return. I’m busy. How can my voice count? Last Thursday, as I finished class, I received another text from David, “I’m here with your Dad at the park. Come.” When I arrived I was given a tour of the plaza by David. He pointed out the Information Booth, the “People’s Library”, the Media Center, the kitchen, the “Sacred Tree”, the sign making station, and on, and on. Then he grabbed my hand whisked me away to an impromptu dance party at Rector Street where a bike with amplification blasted Le Tigre’s song “New Kicks” as a beautiful group of people gyrated and grooved to the chorus of people chanting, “this is what democracy looks like” and sound bytes of Amy Goodman saying, “It isn’t enough to talk about peace, one must believe in it. It isn’t enough to believe in it, one must work at it. And we here today are working at it.”
” Garbage trucks stopped and lined up on the streets, honking their horns and pumping their fists in the air. Cab drivers got out and shouted “Occupy Wall Street.” Random passersby moved through the crowd of dancers and allowed themselves to be turned and spun by the dancers, shrugging to their friends saying “Why, not?” and “Come on. This is fun.” I am aware of the myths that I have unconsciously swallowed during my lifetime: that money is the most important thing to strive for and accumulate; that we are supposed to participate in the institution of marriage and be monogamous and procreate; that we are supposed to own real estate and go to Bed Bath & Beyond, and Ikea to purchase things to make a home so that we can invite friends into our space to show off what we have bought; and that we are supposed to dress in the latest fashion and be able to quote lines from popular television. Is this what makes a life? Despite my participation and acceptance of these myths this is not my American Dream. This is not my Human Dream.
I want a life that is based on my ability to authentically connect with other human beings and to offer goodness and health to the earth. I want to be a part of a world where people see one another, attune to one another, make space for ambiguity, and wait in silence for someone to find his or her words to articulate their individual and unique experience of life. I saw a lot of chaos at Zuccotti Park. I saw a lot of tarps and vagrants, and at many moments I felt like I was wondering around a sketchy Phish show lot, but beyond that I saw people connecting. People taking care of each other. People loving each other. People listening to each other and people talking to each other. I didn’t sleep that night. I lay awake wondering what a new world would look like. I had a restless night wondering what kind of world the other people occupying Zucotti Park wanted to create and what it would mean if my voice could be heard and I had the agency and power to shape a new world that I feel proud to be a part of.
Wendelin Regalado: I am poor. I learned this a few years ago when I left my block in Jersey City for college to pursue what my immigrant mother is still convinced (but less so nowadays, after having been unceremoniously fired from her job of 11 years) is the “American Dream”. There I also learned what it takes not to be poor and even if I were ever given the opportunity (there are quotas to fill everywhere) I would not take it. I will always be poor because I will never enrich myself at the expense of my people. Exploitation is the only way capital can be accumulated. There is something dehumanizing about this condition so that your soul screams an everlasting silent scream that only you can hear and can’t do anything about.
So I came out to face this contradiction: the dehumanization of poverty and the exploitation of capitalism. A block away from the park where the second General Assembly was being held, I heard the words “I love you.” The words were as swift as the man who said them, for when I looked back he was already five paces away. But they were as firm as those paces — heavy with determination, purpose, depth. His words permeated the air in Washington Square, and the air on the march, and the air in Zucotti Park. Love was EVERYWHERE!
This is the first in a series from Eve Ensler.

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Leaping and LANDING into 4th Dimensional Reality

June 29th, 2011 by Jennifer Grainger

I find it quite ironic that the last newsletter I published was on February 9, 2011. Five long months ago. It was titled Making the Leap into 4th Dimensional Reality. And, it is quite apparent to the casual, and not so casual observer, that I’ve been lost in space ever since!

Ricocheting between the quicksand of 3rd dimensional reality, and the subtle energies of the 4th dimension, and the ascension energies of the 5th dimension, truly demonstrates that there can be quite a GAP between the leaping and the landing.

How the heck was I supposed to know I was biting off more than I could (comfortably) chew!? It looked exciting and fun at the time, and my Guides were saying “jump in, the water is fine.” Yeah, right!

Well, as they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!

Roller Coaster does not begin to describe my journey of the last five months. It has been more like repeated rocket blast-offs only to crash land before reaching orbit, again, again and again. Yet each time I emerged from the crash site an upgraded version of my former self (on the way to becoming my Authentic 5th dimensional Self, I presume!).

Let me take a brief moment to applaud the Spiritual Growth Community members who never (visibly) wavered in their support as they watched me shift, and shift, and shift again, all the while hearing me proclaim with each shift, with certainty, that I had safely landed in new territory. (Watch the bouncing Jennifer!)

Of course it is possible, even probable, that my shifting is not yet complete. After all, I am only now comfortably occupying 4th dimensional reality, and my guides, along with a multitude of sages, seers, and astrologers have been saying for quite some time that life as we know it is over— that the best is yet to come—and that we are absolutely co-creating the future we are evolving into.

The most beautiful thing about this five month journey is how guided, protected and supported I have been by a Legion of Light Beings ranging from my Guardian Angel to more than a few Ascended Masters. These Beings are beaming tremendous love and support to all Light Workers as we wend our way through this very difficult transition into living as 5th dimensional beings.

I, for one, had grown more than weary of all the growing, the changing, the putting one foot in front of the other year after year after year, only to find myself up the proverbial waterway with no visible means of motivation over, and over, and over.

I have been on this journey for more than 20 years, and I can truthfully tell you I had gotten plenty sick of it. Telling me I had signed up for this, and what a privilege it was to be here now to participate in this grand transition, didn’t do one thing to make me feel better! I was certain if I had known how hard it was going to be, I never would have agreed, if in fact, I actually did!

But, like any birthing, once the baby is born, or in this case, the transition made from 3rd to 4th dimension, all memory of the pain and agony has dissolved into pure joy and happiness. At least that is how I feel today, and it has been a long time since I have felt the joy and bliss that comes from knowing who I am, and why I am here.

During these past five months I have known that the Spiritual Growth Community was evolving into a new expression. One of the major shifts I made (certain it was the permanent landing place at the time) was the realization that “spiritual growth” is really nothing more than “becoming conscious,” and there is nothing very mysterious about that. I saw my role shifting into one of making the idea of becoming conscious “mainstream-friendly.”

From that sprang the realization that re-igniting our sixth sense, of which our intuition is a major component, was the new direction. Each time I thought “this is it,” new aspects presented themselves.

So . . . although I know something new is in the offing, I am not quite sure what it is, exactly.

However, there are a couple of things I can say for certain (well as certain as anything can be during these turbulent, unstable times of transformation):

1. I am changing the name of this newsletter to “Awaken Your Intuition & Create the Life You Deserve.”

2. The Spiritual Growth Community is in the process of evolving into being more centered on developing the sixth sense that we are all born with, but most of us shut down early on to fit in.

BOTTOM LINE: We are in a time of extremely rapid change.  We are on the threshold of a new beginning that offers the opportunity to create heaven on earth for ourselves. It is our choice how we progress through this transition. If we choose fear, we will create what we are most afraid of. However, we do have the choice to disengage from the fear-based culture and connect with like-hearted, conscious co-creators, and create a world of peace, harmony and joy for ourselves. From that perspective, the choice is kind of a no-brainer, right?

TIP: We were all born with a fully-functioning sixth sense. For most of us it got shut down early on by being told that what we “saw” and “heard” was “just your imagination.” If you set your intention to reconnect with, and fully develop, your sixth sense, you will be led to exactly the avenues most suited to you to become fully conscious at the 4th and 5th dimensional levels.

P.S. Conscious co-creation generally produces more pleasant results than unconscious co-creation. As they say, if you don’t claim what you want for yourself, the Universe will serve you leftovers. Ugh!

If you’d like support on your journey into 4th and 5th dimensional living, be sure to join us on the 1st and 3rd Wednesday’s Oasis in the Midst of Chaos gatherings at my home in Lodi. Go here for more details.

I’d love to hear what’s going on in your life. Are you getting sick and tired of suffering from anxiety and uncertainty about what is going to happen in your life? What have you tried that has helped relieve the suffering? What have you tried that hasn’t worked?  Click on the comments link below to leave your thoughts, or send me an email: Jennifer@spiritualgrowthcommunity.com

This newsletter is published on the 2nd and 4th Wednesdays of each month. I’ll “see” you in our next newsletter July 13th.

Love and light,
Jennifer

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Conscious Men Manifesto

April 20th, 2011 by Jennifer Grainger

Here is a beautiful video called Dear Woman that features Gay Hendricks, co-author of Conscious Loving, and others, apologizing to women for the male gender’s tyranny, abuse, degradation, and disrespect this gender has  shown towards women for thousands of years.

Take a look!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_uRIMUBnvw

Truly we are seeing a new dawn rising.

The Best Is Yet To Come!

Jennifer Grainger
Consciousness Coach and Visionary

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forget bank loans, connect with new commerce

April 20th, 2011 by Jennifer Grainger

As my guides have been saying for quite a while now, life as we know it is over, BUT the best is yet to come. Check out this terrific  new way to fund your brilliant business idea without spending a dime. Go to http://www.kickstarter.com and check it out. It is a funding platform that is completely new.

If you have a creative project in mind, be it music, film, art, technology, design, food, publishing or other creative field, you’ll find this a great place to get the funding for your project.

All or nothing funding. On Kickstarter, a project must reach its funding goal before time runs out or no money changes hands, which allows anyone to test their concept without risk.

If you do a Kickstarter project, please let me know.

Thanks.

Love and light,

Jennifer Grainger
Consciousness Coach and Visionary

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Manifesting Magic

October 21st, 2010 by Jennifer Grainger

This morning I did the Manifesting Meditation that my co-presenter (and elder daughter, Kaydee, the Divine Intercessor) offered us at the Fall Retreat on Saturday and had some very cool results.

It is a simple meditation really, yet so POWERFUL! You just get into a meditative state and then travel above yourself to connect with your guides and angels. Take a gift bag with you. When you are there open your gift bag and ask your angels to put whatever it is you want in the bag. Come back through a channel of light right into the top of your head. Let the light flow through your body filling every cell with the energy of the gifts you were given.

If you see any “dark spots” direct the light to those spots. When all your cells are filled with light imagine a golden liquid light, the consistency of honey, pouring over your body, beginning at your head and continuing down to your feet to seal in the energy of the gifts in your cells.

So here are the cool things that happened in my meditation this morning. First, I used an Awakening Your Light Body meditation that took me pretty high. The visualization was of arriving in a “marketplace” setting in a plaza with the various angelic light beings staffing booths  that offered their specialty.  Sort of like the Farmer’s Market.

I told the Master Guide/Event Organizer what I wanted and he directed me to the right “vendor” angel. I opened my gift bag and asked the angel to put in the bag the solution to a paperwork issue I am dealing with. The angel handed me a carafe with a liquid “solution” in it and told me to drink it when I was working on the issue and that would take care of it.

Ha ha! Very funny! I had asked for a solution, thinking I was asking for a practical answer to my problem, and instead I got a liquid “solution.” Just another reminder to lighten up!

The next thing I wanted in my gift bag was to lose 30 lbs. The “vendor” put a “magic” fork and spoon in my bag and told me whatever I ate with these utensils would definitely create weight loss. Alrighty! Funny thing is my appetite has been quite manageable today.

So if you have anything you’ve been wanting, get yourself a gift bag and get yourself up into the higher realms and just ask for it!

The Fall Retreat was completely amazing. We had 20 people, great meditations, terrific lunch catered by Scooters, and lots of heart-to-heart connections with old friends and new friends.

If you’d like a taste of the Spiritual Growth Community, come to our Gathering for Pioneering Souls held on the 1st and 3rd Wednesdays each month at my home in Lodi. Just click the Gathering for Pioneering Souls link above for details! Or call me, Jennifer at 209-369-6188 . . . I’d love to chat with you and find out how the Spiritual Growth Community can serve YOU!

Kaydee "energizing" the chairs before retreat participants arrive!

Our beutiful Fall Retreat particpants after lunch (catered by Scooters!)

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Business as usual

September 15th, 2010 by Jennifer Grainger

News story on page 12 of today’s (9/15/10) Lodi News-Sentinel: the high fructose corn syrup industry has applied to the Food and Drug Administration to change the phrase “high fructose corn syrup” to “corn sugar.” This blatant attempt to disguise a known disease-producing (diabetes, for one) food ingredient in order to maintain sales/bottom-line profits is astounding, doncha think?

Instead of looking for a way to do something different with the product to make it a product that promotes well-being, or phase it out and create a different product that does, they literally want to shove it down the throats of unsuspecting humans.

Do these people feed this stuff to their kids?!

I’ll have more to say in my newsletter next Wednesday. Right now I am too busy shaking my head at the sheer absurdity of some corporate decisions.

Hello, corporate people . . . we are all ONE . . . what you do to others you do to yourself!

’til Wednesday
Jennifer

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Will You Let Go Gracefully?

August 13th, 2010 by Jennifer Grainger

Have you ever seen a planned building-demolition? I’m not talking about the old-fashioned wrecking-ball kind of demolition that takes days to complete. I’m talking about strategically placed explosives that cause a building to collapse into a pile of rubble in seconds.

Click this YouTube link to see for yourself!  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sK50So-yYRU

Most of us have experienced more than a few life-demolitions here and there. Some have been the slow, tortuous wrecking-ball type, and others have been the instant implosion. Even the voluntary ones, like a friendly divorce, or leaving the area we grew up in, or quitting a job to take a better one, etc. can be tinged with regret, or even grief.

The really heart-wrenching life-demolitions are those we did not plan, and do not want, like the death of a loved one, loss of a job, instantaneous evaporation of life savings, and so on.

I bring this up because during Tuesday’s Spiritual Growth Community teleclass a picture of a disintegrating twelve story building came into my mind with the message that when the old is collapsing we can mourn the loss, or be aglow with anticipation of the new.

This is so apropos of the current evolutionary phase humanity is experiencing when life as we know it is collapsing . . . some in whack-bang-crunch wreaking-ball style, and some in spectacular implosions! Add to that the powerful astrological configurations that are pelting the planet with life-changing energetic vibrations, and there is plenty of reason to be feeling more emotional, more physically tired, more out of balance, more out of sync with those around us, and really sick and tired of worrying about the future, while looking for signs that things are getting back to "normal."

BAD NEWS: Life as we know it is all but over. Instability is the new normal. Think flowing river. Think constant motion. Think rapids. If, by chance, a placid pool does form, it is soon awash in algae, stagnant and stinky.

GOOD NEWS: "All heaven is breaking loose, and the effects will be felt for a long time to come," says astrologer Allison Rae. "New forms are taking shape even as the old forms fall away. It’s still early to fully harvest the new. It’s more that an energetic imprint is established at this time for later manifestation in the physical realm. When we’re flowing with the energies, the feeling is incredibly light and free, optimistic and joyful. It’s also easy to get caught up in the chaos and feel overwhelmed or helpless."

As many of you know, in this time of instability and uncertainty, I am being impulsed to explore community living, visioning it as the new normal lifestyle for us humans. The last thing my ego wants is to give up my privacy, my individuality, and my sense of propriety.

I love doing what I want, when I want, how I want, whenever I want. I relish my me, me, me lifestyle. Well the Universe sent me a message gram: "Too bad, sister, times are changing and you can stay ahead of the curve or be dragged along in the undertow, which by the way will be so not fun!"

Well . . . alrighty then . . . 

I’ve done my part. I have rearranged my living space to create an equitable division of my home to share with an "evolutionary partner" who wants to join me in exploring and expanding our community living skills. I’ve begun distributing information about what I am offering and what skills I am wanting to develop to make me more community-living friendly. I am living in the unfolding as the Universe does its part by creating paths that will cross and connect me with the perfect person to participate in this phase of my growth. Click here to see the invitation webpage.

BOTTOM LINE: Once you "get it" that there is no going back to the way things have been, it is easier to let go and make space for the new to emerge. It is going to happen . . . the question is will you go with the flow or be dragged along kicking and screaming while the inevitable evolution transpires? The quicker you can let go of what is not working and let the new emerge, the easier the transition will be.

TIP: Stay focused on how you want to feel, and do what you can to accommodate that. (Sometimes something as simple as a nap will do wonders!)

P.S. Keep your focus on yourself. Do your inner work. Clear your unconscious, limiting beliefs. Take responsibility for how you experience your life.

P.P.S. Surround yourself with like-hearted people. They will be your life-line to sanity in these crazy times!

So how are you experiencing the lack of stability in your life? Where have you surrendered to "what is" and let go of needing to control the outcome? Do you feel you are surfing the chaos and navigating the flow with grace and ease, or do you find yourself drowning in the undertow? Or somewhere in between? I’d love to hear from you, so please leave your comments below.

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