I listen to a lot of inspirational speakers. They come in the forms of mentors, classes and Youtubes. When I am realistic, the inspirational speakers are also the people I speak with, my friends, family, and everyone that I am exposed to in the medical world.
Something I have noticed is the echo. The same words and concepts resonate. I will hear a theme, a kind of chorus, that repeats itself over the week. I feel like it is Spirit trying to make a profound point. “Look here, over here. You haven’t looked closely enough. Do it again. Look here.”
In Brené Brown’s Netflix Special (A Call to Courage), she shares an experience where her daughter lives a perfect moment, and then wants to take a mental snapshot so she can come back to its perfection. We are all being called to do that.
The theme I am repeating is Elevation of Consciousness. Actually, we are all repeating it. The problem with that focus is that the challenge of elevation comes with a mental call to human downfall. Pain. Media. Societal pressure and hardship (the political situation, financial challenges, personal social wobbling). When the human conditions make the mind spin out, I am called to realize that this is the greatest version of unconsciousness! I need to take control and elevate. We all need to be responsible. We need to bring the entirety of our world up. If we don’t, who will.
This is going to be an ongoing echo. Elevate. Keep elevating. Take the snapshots that Brené’s daughter suggests. Revisit them whenever darkness is spinning out.
I can’t get control of my world. I can’t drink enough water. I can’t eat enough perfect food, green smoothies, light proteins, beet juice. Pain hops around as chemo tackles not only its goal, but a myriad of other body components. I spin out. My body lives a world that is spinning out of control.
And as suggested by so many situations and words of “inspirational speakers” of this week, I can be in the spin out and watch it. And at the same time I hear Consciousness guide my mind to elevate.
I think, “I am laughter,” and I see the scene where baby Nyasha laughs ecstatically as she sits in Grandma F’s lap. I see myself at a table of teen Girl Scouts, playing Balderdash, reading Kayleen’s words. Kayleen is hysterical. I nearly fell off the bar stool… I couldn’t control my own ecstacy.
I think, “I am love.” The snapshot of the kid’s weddings, the signing of the Ketuba, the science experiments – both sand and chemical, and the joy and connection of the participants. I see the random Youtube, where the people adopted a dog that had been in an adoption facility since he was a few weeks old, 461 days total. He was shy, skittish, not socialized. With a week, he was a family dog living a real life, totally evolved in personality, because of love.
I think, “I am Spirit.” The stories of Reiki journeys, retold through Amisha’s visions spring to life. I am held by Mother Mary, carried by unicorns, connected to Karolynne/my ancestors/the further generations in a Tree of Life on the hill.
I picture Conrad and Nyasha at the Earth Sanctuary, searching for my tree, taking a photo of the “memorial stake”.
I see the fear and evolution in my body shaking in Kundalini energy.
I look up to a tree far ahead of my path, leaves parted in the perfect shape of a heart.
I revision a moment on First Beach, the moon rising and sun setting over the horizon in a bizarre and beautiful simultaneous harmony.
My consciousness shifts. The human stuff is still there. I am still talking, or wallowing, or experiencing. But my higher self is with the snapshots, in the eye of the storm, bringing myself to resonance. We are all THAT. We can continue to list the “I am” statements, like we balance or meditate, collecting the current and historical snapshots in positive moments to be relived when we need them most. Humanly, “I am the highest potential of myself.” Spiritually, “I am consciousness.”