I have been wrestling with my pc. The correction it needs has led me to Manila and Southern India. The men I have spoken to all have clear diction. Some have kept their birth names. Even though I abhor off shoring jobs that U. S. citizens have a right to, I am now wondering about the trails that have been etching their groove into cyber-space are they for a greater purpose in consciousness? I take the ability to chat with another human being from a distant country with delight. My interest in Southern India and the Philippines have been constant since childhood. It may be because my mother's Central American culture had our home filled with those of other cultures who through the immigration fly way, found a new nest in America.
I am not as interested in having an easy assist with a technician, as I am having the opportunity to connect with my heart to a long lost family member. Brimming with enthusiasm, I am well sprung to be their well-wisher. Many of them want to come to America. "Why not," I say. Lipok, of Mongolian decent said, "My fortune is not good." I found out his interests are in music. He is 23 yrs old. I know this genre. I pique his imagination with an event soon to come at Pyramid Lake called Symbiosis. I spend a good while priming his thoughts emphasizing his "good fortune." If I can easily assist this young man to imagine his outcome as one of hope, we both can share synergy. He worked on my pc for several hours, defragging, uploading, and reconfiguring. Are not these aspects to be found in the psychology of emotions? Before we parted I sent him the website for the event in the Nevada desert.
Sheik lives in Southern India. He did not say he is Muslim. In fact I assumed he was Hindu even with his name. A silly mistake. I told him of my enthusiasm for all that is India especially Southern India. I hope to go there and visit the temples. He offered to have a friend go on my behalf and light an incense stick to a Hanuman deity. Before our conversation ended, I offered a blessing to him, his grandparents, ancestors, his family. "Wow," he exclaimed! This had never happened to him before. He was extremely appreciative and our connection deepened. I had another opportunity to increase the well being of another by the fact the internet brought us together in an uncommon way.
I spent the greater day on-line with family members imparting some uncommon wisdom using the moment to spread a good feeling. At the promptings of the heart, it was a magical encounter, leaving behind a technical procedure to pursue a more significant purpose, one that brings us together as a family of conscious co-creators.
As I write, I am certain that Lipok and Sheik feel a connection to me as I do with them. They know I am a 62 yr old woman. I told them energy is greater than age. It is energy that brightens our blind spots.
So here's the challenge. Your internet connection is giving us the opportunity to have authentic spiritual dialogues. There are statistics that report social networking does not really create friends. It may be possible given our criteria is changing. We need to belong to each other. You need to know I am one with you. So why not just give an uncommon blessing to the folks you speak to while you are having to pay a bill or buy groceries. I do this everywhere I go. Every time I step through a threshold, I offer an uncommon blessing. The response is always mirrored ten-fold.
Be in love