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I Believe in the Change

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I woke earlier this morning and made the mistake to get on FB for inspiration to then read about another shooting. Ugh. I’m sick. I’m so sick over the unbelievable events taking place in our backyards.

Let’s not pretend this is new. It’s old news. It’s been happening forever but I (in my naive loving heart) continue to believe that we are evolving as humans. That we are spiritually seeking ascension into a higher vibrational earth. That we have a handle on things…..

Maybe, just maybe, this is happening more frequently so we can stand up and make a difference. Perhaps this is a final calling card from the heavens to rise up and change the system, the corruption, and begin to heal this planet.

I really don’t know.

I do know that change is happening because things are appearing quicker. This hatred must stop. And those who fuel it will be stopped. I believe this.

I know that in asking to love everyone I sound like a child believing in fairy tales but I truly believe that in order to rise to higher consciousness we cannot dive into the fear. We must stay in a place of love. We don’t have to like or accept this violence. God, no! But, we also must understand that these individuals are coming from a place of lower vibration. That these folks are mentally ill. No one shoots another without being sick. They have been fed fear, hatred, arrogance, prejudice, bigotry and ignorance for a long time. They believe what they believe because that’s all they know.

And if it’s not with guns it will be with bombs and other means to do what they have been programmed to do. Which is to hate.

You know what I know? That we can shift consciousness through staying open to a higher emotion. That doesn’t fix the problem. It ripples it across the world and in turn we get to make a change. But just thoughts and prayers do not make changes. Let’s not confuse sending healing with just standing by and watching this shit evolve. There has to be action behind it. Stop the bullying, the massacres, and anything else by bringing it all to light. Go vote. Go make some major changes in our government. Get out there and let your voice be heard. But don’t bash or use hate to trump hate. That’s just viciously fueling the source.

I love you. And I hurt when the world hurts. Abuse, violence, atrocities of any kind are not acceptable in this age of awareness. We are better than this, darlings. We are so much better than this. We are heading into some powerful changes and it’s time to find your place in this world to help move this evolution along.

Risk

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Good morning, good evening, good day, my darlings!

Nothing magical ever happens in your comfort zone. Nothing interesting, daring or adventurous comes to you without you really seeking the joy out of it. Go above and beyond the invisible boundaries in your head. Go past the point of uncertainty in your heart. You will be amazed at all the wonderful possibilities that are waiting for you on the other side of the unknown. Risk love. Risk joy. Risk failing. Risk fear. Risk rejection. Risk hatred. Risk succeeding. Risk believing. AND most of all risk not knowing how it will all turn out.

Where are my poets, storytellers, musicians, artists and co-creators today? What are you doing? Get started! We have a lot of work to do!!!! We have been given an opportunity to show the world how we harness and reactivate changes in our world. We are being provided with some major delicious emotions to create and teach about love and forgiveness. Utilize your gifts by risking it all. Let’s use the words, music, visual arts, and other endless creations to uplift each other. This is no time to sit on your ass and complain. Get out there and use the yummy parts that were given to you as loving gifts!

If you are in pain, full of anger, despair and sorrow, don’t bottle that crap up. Go out and do something with it. Create, send love, utilize this time to make amends with those close to you. Instead of wallowing in what will happen and can happen from a place of utter fear and anger, do something kind for another. Today, go buy a meal for a veteran. Go take socks and sweaters to the homeless shelter (it’s getting cold and they need it). Pay the toll for a stranger. Help an elderly person cross the road. Go to an assisted living facility and take flowers to an elderly person. Buy something sweet for a child in need. Show the world your humanity by your examples and risk vulnerability, being exposed for true heroism and love. Be brave, my sweethearts! Hiding behind social media spewing one hate post after another doesn’t change anything. Risk love. Risk your heart. Hate can never ever drown compassion…ever! LET ME SAY THAT AGAIN: HATE CANNOT BE DROWN BY LOVE AND COMPASSION! It might look like it but it cannot when we raise our vibrational fields to pure love.

Give to the world kindness, empathy, and your authentic humanness that’s been ingrained in you since birth by divinity. I am on a quest to shift consciousness with one kind word at a time. Please join me!  I love you. I love you. I love you regardless of who you are because we are here together. I might not agree with you but I know that you deserve love. And, that to me, is why I must continue to risk love.

The Ugliness of Racism

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Yesterday evening I was at a store with my husband and our little girl. While he was trying on pants I took Kali in the cart through the shoe section. Kali is half Romanian and half Black. She looks like a miniature version of Halley Berry. She is super friendly, always talking to everyone that passes by. My husband says she’s like me but I think she takes the word “friendly” to a whole new level.

A little girl around 5 years old was in an aisle. Kali immediately said hello and started chatting away with her. She reached out to touch her. The little girl was white with blonde hair and blue eyes. The child left me speechless with her words, “Don’t you dare touch me with that skin! Don’t talk to me. You are gross!”

I stood there looking at the hatred from this child. The parents were in the other aisle. I immediately turned the cart around and felt such anger and sadness. I felt the jabs and stabs of unbelievable prejudice, shame and judgment. Who could teach a little girl to hate like that? Kali, of course, had no idea of what had happened. She continued waving and speaking to everyone in the store. I, on the other hand, held my tears through deep breathing while trying to send forgiveness to her little soul.

Here’s the thing: hate is not a gene we are born with. Love is. Hate is learned, manipulated, brewed and used out of fear. I live in the South. North Carolina has progressed tremendously, but I also know that some of these back roads aren’t friendly for someone like Kali…or me. I don’t look Hispanic, until I open my mouth and a word, here and there, will slip with a deep accent. I am proud of my heritage, as I am also proud of all my children and their backgrounds. My husband is as Irish white as they come. I’ve never taught my children skin color, racism, or hatred. I don’t know how anyone could involve a child in such backward thinking and disgusting behavior. Discrimination is something I judge with every cell in my body…so that doesn’t make me a very loving person.  I have tolerance for a lot of things but when it comes to humanitarian division it all disappears.

I hated myself the rest of the night for not standing there and saying something to that little girl on behalf of Kali. But, I also saw her parents. I felt their oppression. Who am I to fix something that is so deeply ingrained in the middle of a store? And worse of all…had my husband, who tolerates zero crap of that behavior, would have come out in that moment all hell would have broken loose. So hatred would have conquered and love would have been thrown out the door. Let’s face it, we don’t remember the acts of kindness when hatred is that strong. I did smile at that little girl and shook my head in disbelief. But that wasn’t enough. In my fantasy world I would have taken her hand and gently pressed it on Kali so she could witness that she was warm and loving like her and the skin color wasn’t going to rub off on her. I would have spoken with sweet words about their beauty as they both had exactly the same hair style except in different colors.

Yes, I live in a fairy world at times. I think everyone thinks like I do about love, acceptance, compassion, empathy and forgiveness. But, this world is far from being a loving one. I worry about how Kali will have to battle her way through life in many instances. Then I think about the times I had to do it while I was young, living in an all-white neighborhood, and I was the only Hispanic around. I was the different one. I was accepted because I always molded to my surroundings and once they got to know me they realized I wasn’t a threat. I was just a little girl with a different voice. The rest of me fit in perfectly.

Our behaviors, as parents and teachers, determine the future of our world…and our existence. We cannot change hate and fear with immediate love. It requires more than that. Compassion is a start but wars aren’t won on compassion and kindness. This human race is divided through politics, religion, indifference and manipulation. The moment we begin to treat one another as divinity the hatred may crumble and we will be left with what was intended: unity for all.  But, how do we start and where do we begin?  How do we fix what seems to be so broken?  How can we become one race…the human race?  How can we begin the process of humanitarian freedom that will allow for true love?

May you have a blessed day…wherever you are and whoever you are. I don’t see color, race or gender. I see souls, but I witnessed something in that little girl that scared me intensely. I witnessed a new generation of anger and intolerance without remorse. It’s up to us to send loving vibes and prayers through conscious shifting into the masses. This world really needs it!  And a shift in thought and perception may be the start of something new.

Faith in Humanity

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I am finishing my coffee and getting ready to head to work this morning. As I was making my way into the kitchen something powerful hit me: The words, “I am not giving up my faith in humanity.” I wasn’t even thinking about anything of importance. I began brewing my second cup of java and while standing in the middle of the kitchen the words echo once again and tears began to cloud my vision. I understand why these words link together. I am seeing so much negativity in social media…the snippets of news I hear along the day…the comments made by friends and family. I hear from one ear the necessary things and discard the rest. BUT, I am not influenced by what anger and fear have to say. I believe in the human spirit. I believe in humanity. I truly believe that things escalate when we continue to shed light into the darkness.
Think about how France and the USA are now embracing each other in ways that for years they have not done so. I remember visiting Paris years ago and not being welcomed kindly when I spoke in English…but when I switched to Spanish I was served with friendliness. Think about the amount of people these issues have touched. Think about how we are fighting one cause together. I don’t like the word “fighting” but for those who are military or completely determined to beat the shit out of someone else the word brings masculinity. I get it. Things break. Our hearts get fractured from all the violence and crimes. And then, that fracturing begins to slowly heal. Oh my God, when does it stop, right? Well, I am still NOT giving up my faith in HUMANITY. The moment we lose faith the enemy wins. That simple!
I know I am a bit naïve. Okay, maybe too naïve, but I have to believe in the core of my spirit that things happen to bring humanity back on track. We have to stop the freaking labels. We have to diminish the bigotry and racism. We are not black, white, brown, yellow or pink. We are not our religions: Christian, Jewish, Muslim or whatever. We are breathing beings trying to find our way in this planet. We are roommates trying to set boundaries on what the other person needs to feel comfortable. AND even roommates have turmoil in their living arrangements because we are all different: personalities, beliefs, culture, etc.
I am not giving up on humanity. I am going to go to work to read countless files of folks who are mentally ill, traumatized, and purely in extreme need of help. You want perspective…walk into a place that has lost hope. Walk into a village that has little water. Walk into a place that has thousands of folks living in filth. Walk into the lives of children without parents. Walk into a war zone of folks fighting all in the name of their God. It’s senseless, yes! It’s disgusting, yes! It’s truly demoralizing and it tears into your fears of what another human is capable of doing with hatred. Alienation, hatred and hostility do not disappear alone. These emotions begin to dissolve and suppress when we shine compassion and love to them. I don’t have the freaking answers to why these horrific acts of humanity happen. I don’t truly understand all the hatred. I don’t get the reason we hold on to issues without forgiving. But I have to promise my spirit that until my last breath I will not give up on humanity because I believe in us and the power of community. I believe in a higher power that brings us together. I believe in you. Together we can commit to bringing love and aid to others…not my judging or rejecting what’s happening…or criticizing another’s faith. We bring it home into our spirits by truly empathizing and realizing that what happens over there is also part of our stories. May you have a beautiful day…and may you realize that you have the power to change the world one heart at a time!