Are there any sharks following you?

Posted in Judy Fraser passed away Christmas 2018, quietly, at home with her family. She will be much missed by many.

Is your opinion so important?  Has anyone asked you for it?  Do you know the full story or just what you have heard second or third hand?  Are you in a position to advise?  Do you have relevant experience?  Can you just listen?  Or, must you add your opinion?  Other people have opinions too and they may not harmonize with ours unless we are open to discuss respective values.   We don’t need sharks chasing us when we are paddling in our canoe do we?  We seem to create our own reality and it is the time to release the need for dominion over others unless we are asked for our involvement.  Nor do we need to react from fear if we work from a solid platform of hard work and proven experience.  Add to that the enthusiasm and energy of the upcoming and we have every reason to celebrate.

Over the past few months we have had the opportunity of unveiling some core revelations from early lives and experience.  That cleanses and clears the space for our true soul self to emerge and anchor itself in life now, and as it becomes clear where we will anchor ourselves within our new reality. As we learn to live in love of all (self included) we move beyond polarity and live from our soul,  we can then integrate this new born state into our life on earth. This enables us to return to our original state of ensoulment.  But it also requires all crystalized patterns to be disintegrated so we can we live from our core state of being.  We’ve acted and reacted from genetic inheritance and environmental conditioning and that has served us well in the past.  But now we are upgrading and updating so we act and react from a united spiritual perspective in living so that our core state is an everyday fact of life.  

This takes time as old habits die hard.  For the next few months we need to keep an eye on our capacity to stay in the moment rather than to slip back into old routines through habit.  Our security comes from within us, not from the role we happen to have been playing. The run that play enjoyed has ended and a new one begins.  In the same way as the child becomes the adult, the parent becomes the grandparent and so on.  If we slip back into old roles through familiarity we don’t keep up.  To be a living example of union whatever our experiences whether our efforts concentrate on peoples, countries, or wherever our skills take us now to meet current need we must cauterize whatever ties to past that have outlived their usefulness to us.  It is a trawling of the seabed of our consciousness and as such a difficult swim but it is not an impossible undertaking.  When successful we are truly whole and holy. 

Then we turn our attention to what comes next and how we should proceed.  If we love and care enough things will draw our attention, probably to something that is almost under our nose anyway. What or who is attracting your attention? It not usually the beginning or the end but more it fits and fills the gaps in the middle and off we go again.  People around us maybe are  feeling needy, dependent and oversensitive, but if we stay in our power; and are calm, cool and confident, we have the potential to support and reverse any situation and sometimes just listening, a giggle or a hug (if appropriate) can shift emotional ‘mountains.’  If not then we may finally need to let go of a relationship as some are moving in a direction that is opposite to the one we are moving in. We can be nurturing and compassionate even in letting go if we are loving from an internal space so the parting is free of unnecessary dramas.  Spent relationships keep all parties stagnant and locked in the past, distracting all away from the paths each is supposed to follow now.  We put our own inner selves in order and as we de-clutter and dispose of what is no longer relevant so we create space for all comers. We do this in trust and hold firm to our faith.

Love forgives and frees and enables all to follow their chosen path without interference.  Love celebrates it never berates or bullies.  It frees without ties or conditions.  It is calm and peaceful.  We’re grateful to have done the spadework and earned the right to the higher standards that we now have claim to.  We know that we are in the care of those Beings greater than ourselves and we unite with the efforts of both the Management Upstairs and Mother Earth happy to be of use.  Isn’t that why we are here and what the union of energy represents?  There is a seamless join between Heaven and Earth that is taking place for the remainder of this year, we can only be of service if we keep connected to the Heavens but are also of Earthly use to the Light forces. 

And a practical example of natural communication works like this :

The Black Telephone  

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the Wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. 

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone!  Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.    "Information." "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.  "Isn't your mother home?" came the question.  "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.  "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.  "No,"I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."  "Can you open the icebox?" she asked.   I said I could.  "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice..

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.  She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.  Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,

“Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"  She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."  Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."  "Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.  "Information Please" belonged in that old  wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me..

 Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.  A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."  Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,  "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now.I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me."

"I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle.  A different voice answered,

"Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered.  "I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?"  "Yes." I answered. Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.  "Let me read it to you."

The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."  I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.  Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.. Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.