The way she goes ~ Michigan oil spill

Stream at Bridge Park, Kalamazoo River, August, 2009, Battle Creek, Michigan

My views on the oil leak in Marshall, Michigan, less than 20 miles from my home, have morphed from a curious intellectual review of the symbolic nature of this occurrence to irritation at the unsavory smells permeating the air here, now wondering how long this will affect daily life. My heart has gone out to my gulf coast friends over the past few months, but now I have my own example of what it’s like to experience crude oil uncorked in places you wouldn’t expect to find it.

So I look for the best possible way to view this frustrating situation, knowing there is always a solution unfolding. I let my mind wander, pondering Law of Attraction. My calm mind is more likely to see new possibilities…

• The people living in south-central Michigan had an intense focus on the Gulf Oil Spill, attracting a smaller disaster to our own locality for review and response.
• The people living in Michigan had an intense focus on transforming oil dependence on our planet, thereby attracting an event to invoke a powerful response among the populace, fueling innovation, legislation and new solutions to our human energy needs.
• The people living on our planet desire a change in the global dynamics of energy exchange and commerce, and the crises were attracted to our nation because the souls capable of providing innovation to create new solutions to satisfy this desire for change are more easily brought together in this locale.

These ideas place an emphasis on looking forward and finding solutions: Our world, a virtual lab of intention, attraction and realization of goals seeded by thought.

• This situation manifested and it must be accepted. I can see the rivers as beautiful and vibrant, knowing the earth is a self-healing organism. I see earth and all its waterways as whole and healed, willing to see beauty in the crude-ness of it all.
• The situation can strengthen one’s ability to see beauty in sludge. The oil is from the earth, as yet unrefined, and the earth has the capacity to deal with this disaster. Can we accept this as natural and love its earth nature, smelly, goopy, toxic as it is? If we feel responsible, can we forgive ourselves for making this mess?

Crude oil is natural and it’s toxic to flora and fauna. I must accept this. I know resources exist and are ideas are being generated to deal with this situation, as many talented and inspired humans exist to bring new solutions to life.

So how do I feel about this? Mostly, I sense progress is afoot. Yes, I wish it weren’t in my backyard (the smell, the toxins, my well) but I am glad to be near to witness how our region handles this. I am getting goosebumpy… innovation is at hand and we must believe it. Getting our panties in a bunch will not help soothe the nation’s anxiety about oil.

Sometimes she goes, and sometimes she doesn’t go. Yesterday, she didn’t go the way we planned, but she’s going anyway. She’s flowing down the Kalamazoo River past my neighborhood on the way to Lake Michigan and I am sending her love along the way.

UPI Article: Enbridge to cleanup

UPI Article: River moving quickly from storms

Pipelines, current and planned, in North America

The Way We Are and Art Walk

I started this blog to share experiences from my lifelong spiritual and metaphysical studies, a product of my desire to share the growing mound of evidence chronicling the serendipitous events of my life, some of which seem astounding by rational means. Experiences of wonder and awe, of delight and surprise at the joyfully occurring coincidences of my life, are plentiful and generally laugh-out-loud funny. I plan to share more as time flows on.

In Torquay or Toray, I revealed a side of me that is much more comfortable in silence. I enjoy this side of my life, but lately I feel compelled to share my experiences, even as I’m not entirely comfortable talking about them. I’ve been applying a new habit of persistence to facing my fears: to feel that sense of timidity and move forward anyway, trusting that I know my course despite not knowing the precise outcome.

In listening to my mentors talk of the path of the mystical human, I have embraced my own inner seeress and her Jedi-like abilities. In sharing my story with you, I reveal her story and am no longer a silent witness to this rich inner life. This is the way of the multisensory human… not different from others but the same, understanding the sacred and unending connectedness between us all. All is one, we are part of a larger system of physical and spiritual reality.

In my graphic design business, I often speak of “we” in consideration of the many people who contribute to my work. I see myself as part of a design community— a living, thriving system in which there are more than enough projects to go around. As a freelance artist, there have been times that I couldn’t get the job done, and I’d refer my client to another talented designer in the spirit of what goes around, comes around. We’re all part of a community of artists, and we’re all consumers, citizens, taxpayers and loved ones. When I thrive, you thrive and vice versa.

Life is good. We’re all in it together.

This Friday, I’ll be participating in my first public event as a displaying artist, showing paintings and studies I’ve created over the past year or so. My work will be displayed at the Battle Creek Downtown Partnership offices, my former workplace and BC’s former Ratti Uniform Shop.

I am pleased.

Join us if you can. The more, the merrier!

Spring Into The Arts – Downtown Battle Creek

5-9 pm, live music on Michigan Avenue, 30 locations and dozens of artists in the downtown area. I’ll be chilling at 115 W. Michigan, right next door to Arcadia Brewing Company. (Facebook page for Spring Into The Arts here.)

See you then!

Karen

Alex Chilton lives forever

Immortal through music. “Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home…”

Heart dreams…

Ancient Amazonian Earthwork

Fascinated by OBE’s (Out of Box Experiences), I visited David Wilcock’s latest blog post which included writings from his Higher Self, excerpted below:

“(t)he clear-cutting going on in the Amazon… has now revealed such majestic land sculptures underneath.

Even your most precious resources, at times, must be sacrificed for the hidden truths of who and what you are to burst through the pale shades of yesterday’s remembrances.

Only then do you know the wisdom of the sages and master teachers, who spoke of a world to come – a world of grandeur and bliss, triumph and sacrifice, pain and love, where the oldest books in the world were proving to be the most correct, now and forever.”

I hear a song from Heart ring in my head:

These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second
Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that
Sleep when it’s cold outside, every moment I’m awake,
The further I’m away.

(David even mentions “cloak and dagger” in his writing, which is also part of the lyrics. I’m amused at the synchronicity of this.)

“Song from The Heart” pops into my head. One of the intuitive drawings I did this autumn had multiple meanings and was entitled TheArt.

The Heart… It’s been awhile since I’ve felt a strong heart-glow and I call for it, I know it is here for me.

The Matrix has been showing repeatedly on ION lately, and the last of the trilogy has compelled me to watch more than once. It’s all an illusion, even the battle is an illusion. Everyone was hooked into it, fighting tooth and nail against it, feeding that angry wolf.

So I ask myself, Do I choose to see others as broken, or do I see them as whole and healed? What about myself? My community? Our planet?

The fears that have been plaguing me lately– haunting my dreams, in fact– are telling me something, reminding me to FOCUS on all is love, ALL IS ONE, all is whole. Abandonment is reality and yet an illusion. I let go my fears and I am free.

When I give up the role of rescuer, I allow the universe to bring me playmates shining with light and spiritual perfection, no matter the packaging. The gift is forgiveness, compassion, and acceptance of all that is.

“Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists.” A Course in Miracles

Pondering torsion fields