There is a source of immense power that you have access to, through yourself, at any given moment in time. But only if you dare to believe…
You need to find courage, extend your trust that you can, and you will.
How else could you have come this far in life? Every single day. Step by step, you believed that you could, since the moment you took your very first step.
Perhaps you were lucky to have been graced by the support from those precious ones on your way.
A nudge, a wink, a few encouraging words or a heartfelt hug. It might have been a good friend, who extended his or her strong belief that you can. And you did! Such is the force of love, courage, true friendship, and trust— They move mountains inside out when you dare to believe.
I know you can. You know you can. You did it before. Therefore, by the power of Grace, you will do it again!
A few thoughts I had while finishing this beautiful poem – they are about courage. Courage cannot be fabricated. When in the presence of a person who lives a life of integrity and authenticity I get a very special kind of sensation that moves me from within – a palpable , tangible experience that penetrates beyond mental precept. The air around such an individual is denser, for they radiate a special kind of charisma and stamina that sets them apart from the rest. They have achieved a very high level of integration and are pretty much consistently living a life of inner peace, harmony, content with what life presents and what they are able to manifest. Such is the power of the force of the Self. Being aware, living a fairly simple yet noble life, being of service, being grateful, forgiving, understanding, kind, wise, loose in opinions. Live and let live, with an open mind and a soft heart. It’s a new day, a new dawn and such is my insight of today. May it be blessed.
‘For me, synchronicity is all about perfect harmony, matching movements, sounds that are totally in tune, aligned frequencies, umami tastes, moments when your heart is open, overflowing with love, joy, and trust. Things happen, I meet people I was supposed to meet, I end up in places I was meant to be – timing is impeccable.
Synchronicity is powerful, mesmerizing, it draws in, it attracts. For example, if we all started breathing following the same rhythm we would create a flow and become part of that same flow we created.
Just imagine watching 50 Irish dancers on the stage, tapping their feet at the same time, totally in tune. Or listening to a choir of 30 people singing a song, their voices joint, blended as one. How about the orchestra and all the instruments playing the same beautiful melody?
What about nature? Watching, listening to the river can be incredibly soothing. All the water is moving towards the same direction, singing the same song, each drop of water is absolutely aligned.
Have you ever watched a flock of birds flying in the sky – or a murmuration of starlings? Hundreds and hundreds of birds flying as one, every single bird perfectly aligned. What an incredible performance!
What about two or more people brainstorming, coming up with great ideas, their frequencies matching, bubbling, in sync with one another, in their thoughts, intentions, working together, being part of the same flow
Synchronicity is all around us – we just need to pause, pay attention, and recognize it.
Take a look at your wonderful body, the movement of your legs and arms as you walk, when you run. It wouldn’t happen if it wasn’t in sync, not in a million years.’
Synchronicity brought me synchronicity itself. How much more in sync could I get?
Working through the 20 PrivateWork prompts has revealed a number of insights. It was a much needed exercise of confirmation. Now that I’m in that flow I want to capture every drop of it. Squeeze it out, here, on a paper, so every time I need to recollect and realign myself, all I need to do is refer to this moment. Come back to these words – to the space that binds these synchronistically infused thoughts. The empty, silent space out of which the flow emerges and carries on. To me, living words are the most beautiful art & science of magic that gets captured in a very special way, but not really captured because it remains free – always.
The words I read carry the powerful fragrance that is strong enough to bring me back to this moment when I digress. We all digress from time to time and that’s ok. We all wobble in life. Life is a challenging affair – we are constantly dealing with thoughts, information, never ending stories upon stories, emotions, we continue storing gigabytes of memory.
As if nature, the most brilliant architect I have ever come across, has engineered this game that seems to have no end, unless you take charge, unless you awaken, become more aware and start working, tirelessly. Until you expand your pause between the stimulus and your response, not allowing to continue reacting – re+acting. Have you ever thought of this word – it’s genius. It holds the meaning of itself – continuously repeating the same old act. We all react – until we don’t.
Instead of reacting, all we need to do is learn to introduce the pause – we have to master the art of expanding the length of the mighty pause, so we can allow the clarity to arrive – we enter the flow and we gain the ability to respond.
Relationship with myself and others is about being in sync with each other. When you’re in sync with your self you can be in sync with anyone. Even when they are not. Therefore it is my responsibility – it starts with me. Responsibility – abilityto respond. Either I choose to bring harmony, peace of mind to this world or I choose not to. Hence, we all seek activities that help us realign with ourselves – and that’s a good, useful approach. For me it’s swimming, yoga, writing, meditation, dancing, being in nature, listening to particular music, horse riding, churning mugs on a potter’s wheel. For you it can be something else – find out what that is, because it’s more important than you think.
Synchronicity is a state of pure bliss – Ananda – no friction, no fear, no resistance, no control, no doubt. Responding while having trust, complete trust in the way you respond to the stimulus that came your way.
Skillfully, gracefully, with a smile, with an open heart. In sync, in tune, at one, in alignment, in the flow… back to oneness with life, back to the Self. Like a river, like gazillion droplets of water, all flowing towards the Ocean. Like a dancer becoming merging with music. Like your heartbeat, perfectly aligned with yourself, with the universe. Body, mind, and soul, completely in sync.
What an experience – what a beautiful life to be able to live like that. Now that’s what I call a life worth living.
In sync, in harmony, in tune with One Self, hence in sync with everything and everyone else.
May the Holy Ones, whose pupils you aspire to become, show you the Light you seek, give you the strong aid of their Compassion and their Wisdom.
There is a Peace that passeth all understanding, it abides in the Hearts of Those who live in the eternal.
There is a Power that maketh all things new. It lives and moves in Those who know the Self as one.
May that Peace brood over you, that Power uplift you until you stand where the One Initiator is invoked, until you see His Star shine forth.
I was not able to recall this beautiful, heartfelt prayer that was given to me years ago, and I was missing it a lot. Thank you Hilde, for sharing it with me again. I’m quite bad remembering dates, but I believe 2008 was the year of the apostolic succession transmitted to me during my priesthood ordination.
The light of the Christ remains very much part of my heart, my spiritual lineage. I have not actively followed the priesthood role, yet it has followed me and finally we have crossed paths again – through a slow, but continuous awakening the Christ consciousness in me.
What lead me to it, why have I followed this path and why does it matter now?
I was brought up by parents of conflicting values. My mum was a Catholic and my dad – let’s just say he did not approve of Catholic ideology. I can’t remember seeing him in a church, apart from the day of his final farewell.
For my mother, church was a place of solace. A site where she could rest and forget about her worries as she dragged me along to Sunday church, against my will. Despite my rebellious behavior – week by week. I did not like dressing up and going to church. I could not sit still, what they preached made no sense. I was restless, fidgety, chatty, I would stuff my ears with my fingers, and be an embarrassment to my mother. I was not fond of the 12 painting successions of the bleeding, suffering man who eventually ends up being roped and nailed on the cross. It looked brutal and made no sense. I did not approve of the patriarchy, their arrogance and disrespect towards human beings; in particular towards the women who were always depicted as being interior.
Most members of our community were going to the church on Sundays, I was no exception. Nearly everyone in Slovenia went through this phase of brainwashing; I had no choice but to attend weekly catholic evening school for 8 years in a row. One of my primary goals was to socialize with my pals and have a good time. I often caused disruption and was a very chatty, highly spirited child; considering priest’s reactions I was probably his least favorite one.
When I entered class 8 I reached the peak of my frustration and gathered enough courage to stand up against the blind preaching and principles that made little or no sense to how I thought about life.
During one of our classes we had a conversation about the abortion and the inevitable sin. I came up with a scenario and posed a question: “Let’s say, for argument sake, that the girl who wants to abort a child is a 15 year old, innocent girl, who was brutally beaten, tortured, and raped by an older, much stronger, drunken man. She was incapable of running away or protecting herself, she barely survived, and she ends up pregnant. She has already suffered enough psychological and physical damage and abuse. She really does not have to be reminded of the torture until the rest of her life. Are you saying she would have committed a sin had she chosen to abort the fetus?”
You can only imagine the expression, the color on his face, and his body language of the priest. The answer was a fuming yes: “Yes, that’s a mortal sin.” I was equally boiling inside, for all the wrongdoing I have felt deep in my core, for all the harm that has ever been done to humanity, to children, and women – all of it, in the name of religion.
My response was surprisingly elegant: “Fine, I will no longer be attending your lessons. To ensure I never have to commit a sin and to avoid the inevitability of such crime, I will rather attend a self-defense class.” That was my final lesson. I was 13 years of age.
I wonder, was the contrary act of a 13 year old girl my first moment of spiritual awakening?
Realization of truth managed to slit through the thick layers of attempted indoctrination – my rebellious nature became my protector, guarding my truth, a value dearest to my heart. I was free from their clutches, thanks to both, my parents, and my strong desire to trust and follow my heart.
Years went by and I forgot all about it until I came across the teachings of Charles Leadbeater. Leadbeater was a spiritualist and a co-founder of Liberal Catholic Church. Originally he was a priest of the Church of England. Later on he was one of the leading figures in Theosophical Society and an associate of Annie Besant. He was the one who recognized Jiddu Krishnamurti when he was a 14 year old boy.
Liberal Catholic Church represents values that honor a more truthful message of Christ, hence my affinity, although I play no part and have no alliance to any organization.
After many rebellious years I ended up being ordained a priestess. It’s true what what they say, what you resist persists. But not necessarily in the same shape, form, or way. I finally found what my heart was looking for in this direction. My initiation was a purification from all the fear and guilt mongering nonsense and attempts to blind me, to keep me away from what I have always known and held close to my heart… pure joy, freedom and light of the enlightened, compassionate one. The light and the love of Christ. With that in my mind and heart, I became at peace within myself. I no longer felt a need to rebel, my heart began to heal and I continued my journey, in a much lighter, fun, and free way.
You see, once you are blessed to be graced, to receive such a precious gift it only becomes a matter of time until you too recognize who you truly are. Just like Christ – a child of light with a pure heart, and the spark in his/her eyes – a light to themselves and all those who seek that same light.
This particular sequence and set of events was part of my journey, however one does not have to go through any such rebellious acts, struggle, or initiation. Too much resistance is often a hindrance on one’s spiritual path. Life can be lived in a much more gentle, graceful, flowing, softer way. Your spark and magnetism will not go unnoticed if that is what you already know that you carry in your heart.
May we always feel the love in our hearts, behold the joy of the Self, and continue seeing the bright shine of the light within.