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Friday, March 25, 2016

Moving Consciousness Forward

Believe Impossible Things

There is no use trying,” said Alice; “one can’t believe impossible things.” “I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes, I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Lewis Carroll
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Believing impossible things has always been easy for me. As a child I believed wholeheartedly in fairies, wood nymphs, and plant divas. I spent hours in the woods building pixie houses and bowers of moss and stones for the fairy folk. As an adult, I’ve followed my dreams, recorded them, pondered their symbols and done what I could to honor them. This is not so much because I walk in the footsteps of Carl Jung as it is because I believe, impossibly, that God still speaks to us through our dreams. Sometimes that divine conversation is very direct, sometimes symbolic and difficult to cipher, and sometimes, simply hilarious. Always, my dreams are informative.

I believe we come here to walk a path that our soul has selected in order to learn the lessons it needs to evolve. All our paths are connected. The people who come into our lives do so for a reason. We learn from them, and, if they choose, they learn from us. I may respond to another with fear or with compassion. The response I choose results in consequences for my own soul.

I believe that when we die, we enter a new reality. There may be more work for our soul to do in that new reality, but we are not condemned to a eternal damnation regardless of what sort of path we have walked in our lifetime. A friend of mine related a dream about her mother who had died more than a year before. In the dream her mother said, “This is the first opportunity I've had to get back and let you know I'm doing fine. I've been in orientation and just graduated.” My friend said her mother looked wonderful and was clearly excited about “graduation.”

I believe Jesus died in the manner he did because he unflinchingly walked his path. He didn’t die for my sins, or yours, or the worlds; he died because his fearless brand of consciousness threatened the power structure of his day. He ushered in a change in humanity's consciousness simply because he tenaciously walked the path his soul had chosen. There have been others—Gandhi, Lincoln, Martin Luther King, Jr—killed because we couldn’t bear the change they brought. It came nonetheless.

Thankfully, not everyone is here to change the world, but everyone is here to walk their own path with due diligence. To do that, one must have the courage to believe impossible things—such as destiny, fate, and the overarching importance of the soul's journey.

                                               In the Spirit,


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