Here little birdie...here's the way...

While walking to work from the parking garage I opened the door to see a little bird. The bird was desperately trying to fly outside and was hitting the windows as it tried one after another to go through. I opened the door and said, "Here little birdie, here's the way". To my dismay no matter how I tried the bird wouldn't even look in my direction and kept on trying the windows. Finally, I held the door open by a garbage can and left...

As this was happening I thought...what a wonderful metaphor for life. We keep on claiming that nobody is there to help us, we look to God for answers and hear nothing. Where, in all likelyhood, there are so many all around us yelling at us and trying to get our attention because they are there to help and show the way...and we, like the little bird, don't notice and just keep knocking on windows that will never open.

Later that day my understanding was tested. I went downstairs to get lunch and thought, "wow, it is so nice outside, maybe I should walk to the other building and get food"...but decided against it. Then as I was getting food in the deli, I thought..."maybe I should take my food and eat outside by the lake as it is so nice...." but decided against it. As I got upstairs I saw my friends sitting by the elevator waiting, I asked them what they are doing for lunch and they said they are going to the park and that I should go with them. Then I finally got the point and understood that this is the 3rd time my guides are telling me to go outside. I went and had a wonderful time eating in the park enjoying the nature.

Thanks to all of my guides for sticking with me....please keep talking.

...After all I've tried for 3 years...seems like 30

Last Saturday my wife and I went to see Jesus Christ Superstar with Ted Neely as Jesus. I loved the movie where he played the main role and really wanted to see the live show. One of the primary draws for me was Ted. I knew nothing of his career but thought it would be interesting to see what he looks and sounds like now many years later. My friend had gotten us great seats and I was able to see it all up close (row D). The production was good, I liked some things and didn't appreciate the others but I am still thinking of Ted. Today I did some research and found out that he is 65. He is likely best known for playing the role of Jesus even though he has done much in the music and theatre business. He probably played this role more then 2000 times since 1973 when the movie came out. I just began to wonder what an interesting life experience he must have had. And when he was singing the words..."After all I've tried for 3 years...seems like 30...seems like 30..." I couldn't help but think how life imitates art...Ted Neely has been playing Jesus for more then 30 years on stage, more then half his life. What a life he has chosen...

The chosen one....

This weekend I went into Great Clips for a haircut. There I was greeted by a young lady and told to have a seat at a specified chair. What occurred then was .... interesting....

I was surprised to see another young woman that worked there approach my chair and sit nearby. As I quickly realized, my stylist was a trainee and the other one was there to correct and observe. Neither one of them mentioned this to me and continued as if I was merely a mannequin. The trainee asked questions (only a few to be fair) and the trainer responded, sometimes taking scissors and checking her work and fixing a few things. As this was happening I was filled with 2 prevailing thoughts. There was a part of me that was very concerned about this extremely unprofessional behavior, them not having decency to ask for my permission, feeling used, etc. The other took a more spiritual perspective which kept me sane and smiling. The voice inside suggested that I was chosen for this role in order to help the young woman who was obviously nervous get some experience and learn her lessons. And I was chosen because I was strong enough to handle it. And as it turned out she did a good job. I thanked them both and walked out amused and pleased for being able to serve in this odd capacity.

As real as they come...

Yesterday, during the seminar on intuition, Mel Doerr (our wonderful intuitive) guided us on a meditation.  I relaxed my body, imagined a protective healing light all around me, and rose up into the ether.  My third eye started to pulsate, I was getting deeper into a trance like state and then I felt my right arm tingle.  It was as if my hairs were being gently brushed.  I have had shivers down my spine during meditation before but never anything like this.  This was very very real.  It was so real that for a moment I opened my eyes to see if something was indeed on my arm - but I saw no thing and continued.  Within a few minutes the feeling returned but intensified.  I was so excited about this new experience.  I remembered others talking about such sensations and they translated them as truth and knowing that the spirit was present.  I was elated to feel the tingling and was looking forward to something magnificent.  And then I decided to take another peek- and discovered a little ant crawling on my forearm.  I couldn't help but laugh and only respect for others around me who were meditating prevented me from doing it out loud.  I removed the ant and went back to my meditation. 

There are many ways for me to translate this experience.  A cynic in me wants to say that all physical sensations could be explained by physical reasons.  Another part of me screams out that an ant is a lesson not to get too high and to continue to be humble.  Yet another voice says that ants were there but only I felt it, and perhaps an ant is a message to me from spirit.  And in reality it all doesn't matter.  Rationalizations and explanations can never answer every question. I seek to experience and this was one that shook up my ant hill causing to wonder - what happens the next time around...

It's not what you say.....

In celebration of March 8th - International Women's Day I would like to share a revelation.  This Friday during a pre-March 8th celebration dinner at my mother-in-law's home I raised a number of toasts to women.  There toasts were heartfelt and one spoke of the changing times and how difficult it is to be a woman today.  A woman no longer is just the home keeper but is also one that works full time, has to endure labor, satisfy her partner, take care of children and put up with her man needing a break now and then to play poker.  Another touched upon a simple truth that every woman seeks to be loved.  I meant every word and every word was warmly received by the women around the dinner table.  Their eyes filled with tears, they told their husbands that they wished they had the same understanding of women as I did....it was very very touching.  And then...I was told to do the dishes....

Standing there scrubbing I had a revelation - it is not what you say that counts, but rather what you do!  It may be true that women love with their ears but their eyes see all and if no help is given - sweet nothings will accomplish just that.  Men of all ages, let us salute the women in our lives and aspire to become that which they see in us.  Happy March 8th our women, we love you!

The air up there....

While in the locker room of a local gym on Sunday I overheard a conversation that made me appreciate the enormity of energetic pressure figures in the public eye are under...

A man was talking to his friend and with disdain in his voice said, "Look at the suites Obama is buying with our money." (Before I continue, in the interest of objectivity, I want to make it clear that I am a progressive and voted for Obama.) Putting my political views aside however, I couldn't hep but remember viewing photos of past presidents and seeing how much they aged in office. It was staggering. From the psychological and physical perspective I understand the wear and tear of being President. But from the energetic perspective it must be unbelievable. The whole world is watching, judging, with some plotting to kill while others simply sending negativity your way. Wow. It would be so interesting to have a psychic do a reading during the presidency to see the changes over time. The more you are in the public eye the more you suffer regardless of your successes since a good dead for one is an insult to another. With all the nominations to the offices I hope another position gets created - Chief Presidential Healer!

Theese wackos, they're crazy...an irony

Today while driving I was listening to a progressive radio station that touched upon a reinstation of four bishops by the pope.  The host adamantly discussed how outraged he was since one of the bishops just last week reiterated his stance that there was no Holocaust.  Upon hearing that I thought bad thoughts about the bishop and his beliefs.  How could one be so ignorant of history and brainwash his followers into believing such lies.  The bishop is crazy!

While my brain was flushed with negativity, I overheard the talk show host mention another one of the bishop's beliefs.  The bishop stated that September 11th attacks were staged by the United States government in order to get American people's signoff on wars in Afganistan and Iraq.  And there I felt a sense of irony...for the crazy bishop I was so fond of critisizing just a minute earlier was believing the same thing I do about September 11th.  Or rather, I am not certain of what I belive about 9/11 but I do have unanswered questions and don't dismiss the conspiracy theories.

And then the world wasn't black and white again.  I disagreed so vehemently on one issue but agreed on the other.  Ironic, I thought and wondered what the talk show host would say about me...