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Lightening Up Our Energy Fields with Butterfly

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Butterfly effect flutters its wings o’er the Summer Solstice . . .
Sunlight peaks on this seasonal summit.
This is a time for manifestation.

Receptive feminine begins increasing –
Her energetic flow during Yin’s subtle awakening.
In order to nurture our expansion –
Remember open-hearted intimacy.

The converse is true in the Southern Hemisphere –
Where dark nights dominate the light of day . . .

Try to soften defensive fortresses that once provided a sense of security.
In order to expand, may we allow ourselves
to receive love from nurturing flocks.

Expansion asserts that we come out of our protective shells,
man up and relax into the feedback of loved ones that push our edges –
While softening our boarders.

More grist for the mill . . .

With air and mind – we can change our thoughts and change our lives . . .
Become the change you want to see in the world.

What stage of transformation are you in right now?
Nature is impermanent and cyclical.
And so it is with our own transformational process . . .

The only constant is change!

Am I in the egg stage of a thought or idea?
Am I in the larva stage where its time to make a decision?
Am I in the cocoon stage trying to bring into material reality?
Am I in the birth stage of sharing my intellectual property?

Speaking freely comes with great responsibility –
Thinking before speaking . . .
Perceiving the energy behind our words is an alternative story.
Do you hear the echos of attached emotions before their cadence is called?

Hitting musical high notes that resonate in our collective soul.
Gently strumming the instrumental human voice with compassionate care.

Our reality is changing –
An old world dying . . .
A New Age budding –

Might as well say yes to the situation at hand . . .
Given that what we resist persists.
The power of love transcends . . .
Enticements of fantasy outcomes through forceful means.

See you further on down the trails,

Ari

This Land Is Your Land Revisited

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This Land Is Your Land Revisited

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York islands
From the Redwood Forests, to the Gulf Stream waters . . .
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From our Lost Wages, to the stock exchange
From the cookie cutter suburbs, to the water treatment plants . . .
This land was made for my SUV

This land is your land, this land is my land
From corporate propaganda, to the Woodstock Nation
From the self-evident truths, to expanded consciousness . . .
This land was made for Liberty

This land is your land, this land is my land
From crafty politicians, to fortune telling
From intellectual constructs, to intuitive understanding . . .
This land was made for reciprocity

This land is your land, this land is my land
From telepathic communication, to respecting diversity
From free for service economies, to dreaming a New Dream collectively . . .
This land was made for Aquarian Unity

Purring With Cat On The Winter Solstice

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I remember when 2012 seemed so far out back in 1984. At that time, many folks had cut their Hair, stopped singing the ‘Age of Aquarius’ and STAR WARS gained popularity in the realms of fiction and non-fiction. However, in this ‘world of 10, 000 things’, the powers that were are still fomenting lustful desires of infiltration  and resisting movements that carry leveling impulses to challenge the status quo. However, in dreaming a New Dream, Our sea of consciousness is oscillating toward equilibrium. Here in the Northern Hemisphere, We turn yinward, being Our own Boss when caroling a chorus of Darkness On The Edge Of Town. Tis the season for Us to let go and express Our gratitude during Our darkest day of the year on Wednesday, December 21st, the Winter Solstice. Our ancestors knew the power of the energies of this time of year and remind Us to get in touch with it Now.

Although it is tempting to sing “Manic Monday” this week before the tail end of the Holiday Blitzkrieg, I’ll think of my cat purring on my neck like a warm winter welcome. Is it a synchronicity that I write about Cat this week as we enjoy the magic and mystery of the dark? Like Cat, We might sleep with one eye open, while ever ready to pounce into the New Year as We welcome the Light of Days. I remember a comic strip that showed a Grandmother figure feeding her dog and cat in separate captions. From the dog’s perspective, he had a think bubble that said something like, “she feeds me, takes care of my every need . . . she must be a god.” Juxtaposed below that, was the cat’s perspective that varied slightly in that she said something like, “she feeds me, takes care of my every need . . . I must be a god.” Isn’t that the difference between cats and dogs? Cats remind Us to access and acquire Our independence, curiosity, intelligence and playful sides–as well as seeing effectively in the dark. Cats are naturally gifted martial artists and meditation gurus and they guide Us toward an understanding of the mystery and magic available in everyday Life. When my cat gives me good energy at the end of the day, I remember, “These are the days we have waited for . . . This time in history is the time that every experience, each relationship, within every lifetime has prepared us for. Without doubt, without hesitation, the events occurring right now, within these days, are the reason that we have come to this world. We are living and witnessing a rare event by any standards, the birth of a New World. The events in our lives are the labor that is enabling this birth.”–Greg Braden, Awaken

Finally, I remember the spirit of this season is about giving and receiving and being Our Higher S(elves). It is a time to be thankful for Our time here, to let go and let God. I know We become comfortable with Our securities, but it is good medicine to gently let these securities pass in Our consciousness. The old world is dying, while a New World is birthing. I know We feel the labor pains, but in this waning year of the Rabbit, lettuce be reminded of a carrot of Light at the end of the tunnel as We venture out of Plato’s Cave. As I gaze upon Our global village, I remember an old saying that, “good fences make good neighbors”. I say We Venture out to flock among like minded birds, reinvent the wheel and let those old fences rust in peace and/or burn them in a ceremonial fire ritual.

I Hopi You are well,

Ari