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Comment by Carol Petersen on August 22, 2012 at 2:00pm

See them as an aspect of yourself

If you fail to swim in the fast current and all around there are gold medalists, then try this on; see them as an aspect of yourself.

If you worry plenty about those who are harvesting more than they need, see them as the aspect of yourself who is still learning ways of moderation.

For the ill burdened bodies whose desire is to die, see them as yourself pleading for a change. Give to yourself a compassionate feeling the body craves.

When there is a crisis most forget there is grace. The response circuit breaks down and there is vacuous space. The heart of your voice flies towards his Mother make us whole as one, Mother and son.

 

A child is ready to do what love has prepared, a seamless yearning for life pulsing through the unborn, to the born. For the maturation of consciousness and the spiritual sovereignty of ones purposeful endeavors are these brilliant seeds unending. They are the food of the gods. Let your eyes brighten. The spontaneity of growth and renewal are molded by your ancestors hands through this stranger to you . You are they and I am that.

Be in love

Carol

Comment by amy rigg on August 3, 2012 at 5:15am

a friend used to say "everything is the opposite" - your comment, carol, reminded me of that.  thank you for the thought.  i use "shhhh" as my mantra ha ha ♥

Comment by Carol Petersen on August 3, 2012 at 12:09am

Undefining moments

 

Yes I know it is late but I have been waiting for these words.

I am un-defining moment to moments something that meditation does when one focuses on a mantra (a word, a syllable, can be foreign) deconstructing thoughts, patterns on habitual reflex.  It is a habit to think about anything other.  Doors that open to mindless possibilities like the toy false teeth that winds up to chatter on and on and on. Yet the mindful elusive moment cannot be pursued.  Like a butterfly it will open its wings and descend upon your realm of perception presenting a charged filled freedom of clarity.  Who am I? The question never did exist.

 

Be in love,

Carol 

Comment by Carol Petersen on July 17, 2012 at 11:40am

Metamorphosis

 

The consciousness that peeks through the matrix does so with little attention on the self or the self of others.  It is a sweet wind of spiritual sovereignty.  There is more air to breathe and breath is the key.  While we are summiting, the atmosphere claims its territory.  And what is this landscape called ether?  There is no other place to be but in absolute moments, in the fullness of the galactic butterfly, Hu Nab Ku, where others take flight and some walk in paradise.

 

In Lak'ech ala K'in

( I am another you) 

Carol

Comment by Linda Karmand on July 14, 2012 at 9:13am

What else is there to say.....................back from a long road trip with only 16 minutes on this computer will return,and share some of our messages from the winged ones' and the delight in being with them....in the bigger perspective outside of the illusionary scope of limited sight.............indeed it was a warm long and open ness that prevailed   i have missed you all and will be back shortly,peace to all the elephants(Ganesh) is specially warm to spirit..........loveing embrace to all my relations,Linda in cloudy and rainy AZ  AT LAST!!!!

Comment by Carol Petersen on July 12, 2012 at 7:49pm

The Heart is a Mirror

 

The Heart is a Mirror and life's experiences polish it clean. You are not to judge the process nor any one else's process. You are not the judge of your self, your choices, conscious, aware or not.

You are just beginning to remember your life's purpose and how your decisions tie into the web of life.  Every single person on the Earth is connected to how you feel.  Feeling is a catalyst for movement.

 

While I was living in the desert, I made a subtle shift from me to we.  There is no way I could predict or attach to an outcome from the we source, as the expansion of myself felt unlimited.  My personal story was dissolving into greater connectivity.  I received communication from non-human sources and different dimensions.  I kept quiet and observed, holding to the feeling instead of exploiting my sensitivities in order to market this process.

 

I had little to say and much to feel. It felt excruciatingly painful to deliver an opinion, always this opinion crashed against my heart.  I have not forgotten about the dreaded big one, known since childhood that has been scripted to those living along the earth quaking fault line of California.  The alarm has gone off exponentially since some of us found a way to make money off them.  They have at its core an entanglement of all the religions, myth worships and new age propaganda which are anchored in fear delivered to the earth.  Learn to ascend now by staying in your heart, how to do this etc....for a weekend price of $333.

 

Opinions are rampant. They are formed out of wanting to belong to the consensus, eco-suicide, the psychologist-shaman-Reverend degree, the 2012 end of the third dimensional reality, the anti-Illuminati one world order movement and their mysterious hand signal, and of course the E.T. rescue.  I am convinced the we of me have been making up the worst scenario driven by our collective feelings and the fix for it. Prepare to fear more. Who does not enjoy a thrilling ride, one with ups and downs, catastrophic endings with heroines, heroes and villains? I am one of the best story-tellers. I can remember when I made up my illness and I can remember that in doing so I contributed to yours. I have convinced myself that I forgot I made this one to help me wake up. 

 

Something is happening to us. I know there are others, the meek and humble, who have left the babble to sit against a tree to observe where attention followed. They don't swallow everything. There, scattered by the wayside, are the opinionated encrustations of heavy-laden hearts.  Am I waking up? Who is cracking through the thin veneer of the other? I wouldn't change the way you feel for any price in the world.  Feelings are where angels cannot enter.  They depend on our amperage to integrate the world's miraculous heart. And we are doing this! There is shining innocence and a restored vision in favor of tending to the intuitive flowering heart of the individual. I'd rather stick to this story, one that has me praising in the heat of a summer night the wonderment and the wonder of it all.  What do you think, feel? I know there is a movement stirring.  Are you watching your change from the inside out? Love will be known again as an unconditional familiar mirror.

 

Be in love,

Carol

Comment by Carol Petersen on July 7, 2012 at 10:33am

Sweet Surrender

There is a threshold of pain that can be perceived as a gateway to the heart of our maker. Pain stops if one can surrender to it and like "The nightingale and the rose," a spiritual song enters the awareness of the afflicted. It is a trial by fire to the aspirant, a way to be swept into the current of the eternal song of creation. Physical pain can be utilized in this manner. But there is a physical pain that is too great, too overwhelming to maintain consciousness. I know this. This is why these days are handled with compassion for the self. To fasten compassion like a shimmering cloak while the days are still recognizable to the senses. This way it matters not the outcome. What matters is that you can be like this, to discipline yourself while you press onto the thorn, like the nightingale whose melodious song was her offering.

Be in love
Carol

Comment by amy rigg on July 6, 2012 at 6:24am

the beginning and end point just sweep along in Universe

while we are consciousness of moments

as well as something else, something invisible

more and more though I'm seeing little glimpses of something ...

it's very exciting.  i love you.

Comment by Carol Petersen on July 5, 2012 at 10:18pm

The end and the beginning are one in a blink of time
A bird song comes to rouse me from a sinking ship
The song lifts the sails like a wind blowing up my spine
Little bird I hear you
Hoist away

Carol Petersen

Comment by Carol Petersen on July 2, 2012 at 1:06pm

Elephant on my shoulders

 

While most dread to talk about the elephant in the room I have him riding on my shoulders.  Last night I dreamed about a baby elephant. I asked if he wanted to ride on me.  I backed up to him and he scooted his butt onto my shoulders with his rear legs sticking out and his front ones positioned around my head.  But that was not the only part of the dream.  I was being corralled into a room with others unbeknownst of the human exterminators soon to take over the people.  Alerted, I escaped but not without seeing chopped up body parts in a blood soaked street.  I was in a car with another woman and the driver was one of them.  He knew his time was running out and he headed for a cliff far above the ocean.  I found a way to unlock the car and rolled out of it just in time.  I defied gravity and floated towards a building finding the stairwell the best way to go towards hiding. It was difficult every opening seemed to be a booby trap.  I woke up.

 

My body is attacking itself.  I've prayed to her to please stop.  I don't know if I can find the cure within myself.  All I know is that I have been facing my mortality. It seems I am fighting not to die rather than embracing the life that still flows through me.  I am all over the place, upstairs, in the elevator, heading for the cliff and seeing the fragments of others caught in a battle, the will to live.  Isn't the dream just another reality?  I don't want to be fighting to live in my dreams if that means I have to fight when I am awake and vice versa. 

 

Yesterday we went to visit with Huston Smith.  He showed signs of leaving. He said. "At 94 I feel fatigued but I will live through the year."  He told my husband of all the people he has met in his life I am the most intensely expansive with vibrancy. Then with a deliberate slowing of words smiled and said to Anand, "You have a handful."  I know I am a living tapestry of warp and woof.  A renowned religious scholar, he sits with Tibetan wall hangings called tankas of the Goddess of Compassion on two walls of his living room.  I told him about a ceremony performed at Tashi Jong, Northern India.  I told him I had taken vows with this lineage in the 70's then the 80's.  Starr Cross sent me the message from her home in Iquitos, Peru.  I found it extremely important for the world feminine suffering in all of life is desperate for a healing shift.  It was an answer to my own bodily suffering.  In fact I have not known a world that is not suffering since waking to consciousness as a child.  This ceremony which I just posted as a blog is for those who believe.  Believe in others who walk the walk willing to do what must be done in order to avert catastrophe.  

 

Where are we headed as a human species? Are we lost or are we fighting to cling to the earth via our bodies?  I am being downloaded at night with information that puts wind in my sail but I still can't handle the ropes.

   

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huston_Smith

 

Be in love,

Carol

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