Isn’t it just so dagblasted cool when you acknowledge an underlying theme as it pulses through your life? If you have read my previous few posts, and if you can somewhat grasp my wacky way of thinking, you’ll get a glimpse of this path of ‘words;’ for it is the untapped power of ‘words’ which has coursed through my being for over a week now. Not just ‘words’ but the vibrational, life altering, energetic power of ‘words.’
Last night I had an unusual dream. In the dream there was a great earthquake, so great it surfaced and opened graves. At first I felt uncomfortable, not afraid, but uncomfortable being surrounded by these graves popping up and opening around me. But my feeling soon changed and I felt as if I was in the midst of a garden on the verge of bloom as beautiful spirit filled souls emerged. Two of these souls were women who engaged in an enthralling, enlightening, lengthy conversation with me.
I wish I could tell you what was said in the conversation, but as usual I can’t recall the words, the spoken words that is. I know however, they were of great importance, so thus, I know the power of which these ‘words’ contained. My dream was another reminder to awaken, and as I have said prior this week, to awake some more.
Before journaling my thoughts this morning, I decided to get caught up on some of the mail from my inbox. One piece of mail I hadn’t yet read is an article from Hogue Prophecy. This writing of Mr. Hogue’s is the second of a series entitled “Tornado Diary.” John Hogue’s article can be found here http://hogueprophecy.com/2011/06/tornado-diary-part-2-springfield-tornado-hurricane-season/. In the article he writes, “They will forget about 2010 when faced with even worse climate violence in 2011. They will simply blink at the new norm.” He later continues, “Now the corporate mainstream media begins mollycoddling people with a new bromide, rather than cite the global climate emergency, they now indoctrinate the boobs watching the tube that this is “the new normal.”
I’m not a global warming fanatic, however, it is evident to me something is up with Mother Nature, our Earth Goddess. She is speaking, are we listening, can we hear, or are we “simply blinking at the new norm.”
After getting caught up with my inbox, I went to Facebook to see what my friends have going on today. For the past few mornings when I log on, I seek friends who affirm the morning, their day, as I desire to acknowledge their sweet comments and ask that the day bless them in return. While skimming through my feed I came across this http://jamieridlerstudios.ca/wishcasting-wednesday-begin. Wish Casting Wednesday sounds way more magical and fun then Wacky, Wondrous, Whatever, What If Wednesday, alas, at least it’s out there and what a wonderful idea.
Typically I greet the day from bed while going through my rise and shine process. Today, I took it one step further and greeted the day from outside. I brushed my hands across the herbs to release their magnificent scents and breathed them in. I looked under the strawberry leaves and acknowledge the tiny berries just beginning to burst with juicy color. I thanked the corn for popping up in the garden and I whispered to the lavender, lambs ear, and delphinium that I cannot wait to see their beautiful flowering selves. I held a prayer in my heart, I casted a Wednesday wish, for our Mother Earth and for those who are fighting battles whether God/Goddess given, man-made, or self inflicted. I extra wished for those who felt the battles were too great to win, too out of control, like the wild fire in Arizona.
Before I wheeled back into the house I closed my eyes, lifted my face to the morning sun and welcomed his warm kiss. I wondered, what if, what if more of us did this; what if we casted a wish each Wednesday, what if I casted a really good, specific wish each Wednesday; what if we simply made this the norm, what if I simply made this the norm; what if we would just awaken some more, what if I continued to awaken some more. How would this individual and collective consciousness affect our individual and collective reality? Can you imagine what if….