It turns out I was seated on love, with my foot perched on love, looking at love. I didn’t notice the hearts until after, but that is the thing. We have to look to see. And I think perhaps it also helps to be expecting to see it – the benevolence, beauty, generosity, and love. Such a predisposition makes it easer for those blessings to show themselves.

             

I have encountered the opposite lately, too, where I felt like the loveseat was yanked out from under me. Such surprises have come from those who seem to expect the worst, who come out swinging when there hasn’t been a bell and isn’t even a ring. 

I realize I don’t understand that approach, because it is not my way. And yet every experience, every approach, exists. I know mine well enough. So I set about knowing more about what I don’t know. 

What I see is there is likely to be more unreasonableness in the world as we go through the very tight funnel in this phase of the shift. Many are feeling the squeeze from every direction (understandably so) and they are bracing, hunkering down. They also don’t have much inner resource, so it makes them a bit bonkers. 

We’ll see lots more epic kindness too (I know I have), and people looking out for one another in heroically selfless ways. It’s the amplification of the polarization yet again – all approaches exist, in ever greater relief. The questions are what inner work have we done, and what do we choose?

I know all of this, know the work is an inside job, feel like I’m on it…. so I was a bit flummoxed to find myself yelling, “F*** YOU!” the other day. Loudly. Unreasonably. With feeling, as in molto passionato. For quite a while.

What was going on? It all began innocently enough – with a walk down the road.

After a neighboring landowner met my cheerful greeting with silent disdain as I passed by (not the first time), after she contacted my landlord the next day and, citing an obscure clause in an easement agreement, demanded that we not walk the common road from our house to the highway (which I’ve done for 7 years and which passes through her property where she’s been for 3), after I nicknamed her Cruella DeVille and yelled profanities at her (fully beyond earshot and out of view), after I prayed for her at night that she be blessed, guided, empowered and protected, that she be free on the inner and outer, that she be happy…

After what turned out to be a rather rigorous spiritual work-out, I found myself curious about getting inside her perspective, inside this innate oppositional approach. I get the thing about how hurt people hurt people and all that (this isn’t our first weird challenge from her area of the mauna), and yet I felt a deep curiosity about such a way of life. 

As I sat in the love space, that beautiful field beyond right and wrong doing, I began to see it. I could feel it. I felt what it was like to be her, to be only ever fighting your way through life, to not trust anything or anyone, to have learned from the get-go that the best defense is a combative, self-preservational offense.

I have no interest in the particulars of why it is like that for her, and I certainly don’t feel one’s past experiences justify bad behavior. But I could understand it from the inside out. She – whoever she is and whatever her life has been – simply is. It wasn’t about fairness, or how I wanted it, or if it made sense. It just was.

From there I could also see why me and my friend walking the road might be difficult for her, and why she wouldn’t like it. I could genuinely see from inside her life, and it made sense from there. It totally didn’t make sense from inside me, but it did from inside her. 

And then I found the peace. I felt sad, but I was peaceful. 

My landlord informed me there is another obscure clause that grants us the right to walk a 6-foot pathway on the edge of all properties all the way down. That way would literally take us right beside this woman’s house, like within touching distance. Surely not an improvement for her.

I told her I do not wish to invoke that right as I could see it would simply lead to more ill will, and in the end, I’m practical. I’m also more of a lover than a fighter. That may or not always be the best way through, but it is my way, and to that I can be true. 

I can continue to endeavor to love Cruella better (maybe I should rename her Cruet?). Which is actually loving me in the end. And you. And all. Because, well, The Law of One. I tell you, the refinement gets ever more refined when the distinctions become so frickin’ “personal!” Which is precisely the point, isn’t it? Damn ascension! 😂

I’ll find other ways to get that beautiful, sweaty nature walk besides going up and down what I have affectionately named “Little Wai’pio” due to the butt-busting hills. There are always other ways. And who knows what treasures will be unearthed as I search for them?

It reminds me of a mantra I’ve taught many times over the years:

“Whatever is happening, it’s going to take me lighter, higher, freer, more joyful, and more loving.”

And so it is.

Today I came across these words:

“Love all you see, including yourself.” — Kahuna Nui Hale Kealohalani Makua

According to Kahuna Hale Makua, there are three ihi Kapu Sacred Laws of Aloha and an Abundant Flow of Life:

1. Love All that You See with Humility.

2. Live All that You Feel with Reverence.

3. Know All that You Possess with Discipline.

The above was shared by KahuKalīloa KealohaPoliahu Lee Loy, and I was grateful to come across the wisdom and love. It strenghthened me for the journey. As always, I get by with a little help from my friends 💝

Thanks for listening in.

Much Love – 

Christine