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

I got the scar as a toddler when I stole my brother’s bubble gum. I ran, and he chased me down the hall and shoved me from behind, launching me into an outside corner. When you have older siblings, payback is often greater than the initial offense. Fair enough. 

Mom said it was an amazing split with a clean view of my skull and of course lots of blood, being a head wound (oh the things we visit on our parents!).

I wore bangs for most of my life because I thought my forehead was ugly. And that my eyes were too small (the bangs seemed to make them look bigger). To me that scar was glaring and primary. So I covered it. 

And now, as time does what time does, it’s becoming more prominent. Deepening crevasses, slouching surfaces, and burgeoning bumpiness seem to be features of this phase.

Like most humans, I’ve picked on my appearance through the years. And isn’t it amazing that now we have programs that can change what we don’t like lickity split, clickity click? We can all look like an AI generated glamour thing, a red carpet version. And it almost looks like us. 

Except that somehow we all end up looking the same. Which is strange, isn’t it?

As I thought about this, I realized I am more interested in the differences in the sameness. I am more interested in the particularities of you, the infinite variety of you as expressions of life. And I am especially more interested in your I Am presence than in your AI avatar.

Strange that in wanting to appear beautiful, handsome, articulate, intelligent… we all end up looking and sounding the same. I guess that shows how many of us are still chasing appearance as a measure of worth.

And here is another curiosity: we are magnetized into this homogeneity through vanity.

So I’ve been looking at my own vanity, because I am not yet immune. I have my pet adjustment features. I very much like the “studio lighting” button in the portrait app of the iPhone that soften wrinkles and gives one’s face a well-lit glow.

Which brings me back to the scar and a case-in-point in the photo I’ve shared. I was oh-so tempted to erase the scar on my forehead (I confess I have done this in the past, as well as deleted the bumps that also seem to gain prominence). The outdoor, high-noon light made the scar look like a frickin’ canyon, and my vanity objected. 

Right there was a feature that could just erase it, an AI edit that could make it look “perfect,” meaning not there. Make my face look more like the automated, homogenous me.

After playing with it, I removed all of the edits (save lightening overall shadow) and decided it was better to be my scarred self than an AI-adjusted approximation. I realized in the end I liked the photo because it is full of joy. And joy is beautiful to me.

I do have a way to go with this vanity thing. I still chose a photo that is flattering rather than awkward (there were plenty of those on our informal, playful photo shoot). And I acknowledge my personal preference for elegance and beauty as well as looking younger rather than older.

Because I’m not aging without resistance. I don’t like it. I don’t like what “the shift” has done to my body. I don’t like that there are things I used to do without thinking twice that now require consideration and caution. “I” really don’t like this (speaks identity with attachment).

And yet, as a friend would say, it’s better than the alternative. Meaning of course, being six feet under, though I seriously question the assumption that remaining in this particular protoplasmic jumpsuit as long as possible is always the very best option. But I digress…

Maybe being here as what we are is also better than the alternative of being turned into a generic, pleasant-appearing, intelligent-sounding, AI-generated transhuman.

Because in the end, I’m most interested in the natural world, which includes you and me. I’m interested in *your* voice, your face and your thoughts, not the massively synthesized computer images, video, and copy that make you sound and look not like you.

Who cares about articulate and air-brushed if it’s just a façade? Who cares about nice perfect white teeth and smooth skin if it means it’s no longer you in the picture? No longer you talking? No longer a transmission of the soul resonance of you?

Why is a computer better than you?

And let’s be clear… That computer is not you. It is something else. And when you give your presence, your visage, your words, and your voice to a computer, then that is the presence that speaks, appears and lives as you in the world. Not you. Interesting how technology can usurp soul through our vanity and attachment to identity.

I suppose I’ll be left behind in the AI flood, and I’m OK with that. I’m OK not going with that flow. I do not desire to be a hybridized, chipped human with an avatar personality and appearance. Not for the sake of convenience. Not for the sake of efficiency. Not of the sake of feeding the material machine, making money, gaining followers, or anything else.

Which brings me ‘round to the heart of the matter: The consciousness journey is always about embracing everything that your sweet human *is* so that you can ultimately let it all go as the smoke and mirrors it’s always been. Loving is the path to releasing it all so that you wake up beyond it. How glorious to finally dissolve the grand illusion of separation, one identity at a time.

So I endeavor to let my vanity lead me, to let it show me where I’m snagged, where I’m identified with “me” and making such things “matter” (become matter, densify, materialize). I endeavor to let all of that dissolve like so many wrinkles under the divine filter of love so that I can live as a greater truth in the One. 

These are lofty words, I know, and I’m just a pilgrim on the path. But I love that path, and find it worthy of my whole heart. Even as I get snagged and stumble, and as I set myself free over and over again.

As always, if you’re interested in this sort of journey, I’m here to help guide you to the realness of you from the top down, with your I AM essence as your north star rather than the seductive persuasion of identity (which includes not only appearances but woundedness, as well!). I SEE you – the truth of you, the love of you, and know that everything you need to be free is within you. It’s my honor to help illumine your truth within.

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Love to all –

Christine

So many people I know are pondering the deepest questions – about meaning, truth, and especially what is real. About themselves and the world. They are searching for answers literally everywhere – about who and what they are, about what is really going on around them, and about the nature of life beyond what they can see.

The scope of the consideration is massive. I’m sharing a few examples below that you may be dancing with on the personal, global, and cosmic levels, as well as a practice for navigating it all.

Personally:

• What is it with my body, emotions, and energy lately, and why do I feel like such a yo-yo? Why am I energized one moment and drained another? How is this related to my light body, my plasma body, my ascension and awakening, my soul, my higher self, God/Source/Universe, and my infinite being?
• How do my human design, enneagram, birth chart, and gene keys figure in? How does all of this connect with the nature of karma, soul contracts, and past (and future) lives?
• What about my multidimensional gifts and perceptions? I seem to know I’m telepathic, intuitive, and aware, but why is it still fuzzy? 
• What about prophetic dreams, remote viewing, near death experiences, visions, intuition, and this thing we call awareness?
• And how does this relate to ubiquitous religious prophecies, dowsing rod messages, channeled transmissions, psychic and astrological forecasts, and energy updates?

Globally:

• What is it with wars, economic free falls followed by rapid recovery, covert and overt corruption, and hidden agendas? 
• What is really going on with the systems of control, the matrix of manipulation, the managed information and lies?
• What is it with harmful substances used intentionally, weather modification, black-op energy systems, cancerous additives and chemicals, EMF’s, sex trafficking, and more?
• What is it with the deep state, global elites, puppets, and the myriad of symbols all through so many institutions that point toward very low vibe energies in systems of power? What is with the negative forces potentially behind it all (reptilians, satan, arcons, demi-urge, etc.) 
• What about the weirdnesses at the south pole, the moon, Saturn…and the list goes on.

Cosmically

• What is happening in the planetary and galactic senses in terms of solar storms, Schumann resonance, seismic and volcanic activity, all of increasing magnitude? How does this affect my mind, body, emotions and energy? 
• How does that relate the earth’s magnetic pole shift, the movement of the galactic current sheet, comets, and astrological alignments?
• Moving further, what is it with intergalactic councils, councils of light, star seed wisdom, extraterrestrial disclosure, ancient giants and elongated skulls, rewritten history, galactic warfare, and more?

That is an overabundance of questions, I know. It is so much to dance with, and what I see is people are searching now like never before – to make sense of things, to understand, to find a state of equilibrium for themselves and those they love.

Well, the short answer to the questions above seems three-fold to me (and more importantly the rainbow brought it all home into what we can do about it…but momentarily staying with what I see contributing to the swirl): 

1. Humanity continues to wake up on a massive scale to both the truth of what they are (the inner path) and the truth of what is around them (the outer reality). For me, the inner and the outer are one, which is why these are unfolding in tandem. There is no separation, only the perception and experience of it.

2. Without a doubt there are energetic/cosmic changes driving this awakening within and without. Most of us (myself included) are still puppies at navigating shifts of the magnitude of such influxes of light. Many days it is beyond my comprehension.

3. We are in the information age and experience a constant barrage through every medium, whether that information is world news or psychic insights, and whether it is real and true or constructed for particular effect. There is truly no way to sift through it all except by discernment and resonance of inner alignment. We also must know what is for us to take in and what is not.

This combination creates wild vortexes for so many of us. I am no exception, and I find day to day to be both astoundingly wondrous and completely bonkers. I believe this experience will continue to grow. The energies (solar, plasmic, galactic, personal) accelerate and explode, the world hurtles forward with daily life & death dramas (not just the usual, but considerations of will there be annihilation, etc.), and the information continues to stream in unabated.

So where do we land? 

Well, this rainbow brought me home again to what I know. Yes, it’s just a rainbow, and we know how rainbows are made – light refracting with moisture at certain angles, etc.

But the rainbow was the answer to my morning inquiry as I woke in my bed, relatively soft and safe. I tapped in to how much “negative” energy was in the field…not just in the collective, but through what felt like intentionally low vibrations. A lot. 

Ok. What is my choice here? 

I went to a strong focus on what some refer to as the divine spark, the truth of our nature, the God self, the zero point of loving creation. I felt it in me, through me, as me, around me. I gave it my full, undivided attention.

I often perceive this as a strong golden light in three places simultaneously – my heart center, the center of my head, and also right in front of me. I can focus on it within and without.

Then I let it grow. I intentionally nurture it with loving focus. As I do so, I feel the oppression field dissipate. It moves farther away, grows fainter, and lessens its grip. 

After breathing this a bit in bed, I was back in peaceful, loving center. I may or may not ever know what that oppression field is exactly, but I sure as love can do something to change my experience of it!

This is just one of many practices I engage in.

Later, after coffee and out on the lanai, I saw the rainbow and watched the most amazing thing. It was brightly visible for 15 minutes or so, and during that time, it came closer.

There is a logical explanation, of course, related to the rising of the sun and the change of the angle of light on the wet air. But for me, the significance was that entire thing came closer. In my first photo, I could get all of it in by zooming out on the phone. By the end, I couldn’t. 

This is what the beauty and light feel like through the practice of what I call light coherence. The inner weather of sunshine, that glow and radiance, grows stronger. Brighter. Clearer. I practice this a lot right now.

I’m currently helping others to find their unique pathway to Light Coherence amongst all of the personal, global, and cosmic fluxes. Because all of us can learn to manifest better inner sunshine of rainbows and light. 

Why not? Seems like we’ve tried focusing on what’s out there for a good long while, and we know how that goes.

Loving you infinitely,

Christine

Three dreams came the night after the ring of fire eclipse.

In the first one an adolescent girl was outing the abusers. This brave young woman was letting a son know his father wasn’t who he thought he was, that the father lied and did terrible things. She was screaming this and more aloud at a dinner party where such unseemly things weren’t supposed to happen. She would not be silenced.

It turns out the girl was being held captive at that same location. In a twist of fate and due to the kindness of a friend, she had an opportunity to escape unnoticed. She knew she had to leave. 

When her friend showed her the unguarded back door, she said, “I’ve got to go.” The friend looked at her and said with grave concern, “Your debt!” (Such a strange and wise clue in the dream. Her friend was saying that if she ran, she’d never be able to settle what she owed, and that this was a fully compelling reason not to save her own life. So interesting, since the system of human slavery through debt is so prevalent in this world).

“I have to go. Now!”

So she did. She limped out a back door into the rainy dark. She was injured and weak, and knew she’d have only a couple of hours before they discovered her room was empty and set the dogs out to find her. She shuddered thinking of that violent end as she scuttled down alleyways and between buildings, wondering how she would ever have a chance. 

I woke and continued advocating for her, thinking how she needed to get to water so they’d lose the scent, or maybe she could find a sewage line to trudge through…

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The second dream was a different scene with different players, but followed as a redemption of the first. Three misfit foster boys, now men, were in hiding. They were from different birth families but had been raised by the same foster parents at one point. They’d been hiding together for years. Their looks were so unusual and distinct in ethnicity, color, and affect, perhaps archetypal representations.

I was helping them to find and reunite with their birth parents, though that very act put them in danger as it meant they were coming out of hiding. The miraculous thing was that when they finally showed up at the apartment door of their foster parents, when they were greeted with a flood of joy, love, and relief, it meant they were no longer in danger. We didn’t know that reuniting meant emancipation from the oppression.

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In the third I was standing in a barren, brown landscape and looked up just in time to see a massive black manta ray swooping across the sky and going out of view to the right. I had seen the flying mantas before, but not for a long time. I felt a quiet but palpably hopeful enlivening in seeing their return.

As I turned back to look up at the sky above, I was amazed to see two more mantas. This time they showed bright kaleidoscopic colors as they swooped and soared. I was awestruck.

I knew this was a massive harbinger of what was coming, and also that most of humanity was still living in the barren wasteland of weariness from all that had come before. I sensed most people still had a rough road for a bit, but it was only a matter of time before that which is already (harmony and beauty beyond measure between and among all creatures) was the only reality. The flying kaleidoscopic mantas meant the change was underway.

I woke feeling that this was a dream of both now and the future…not a fantasy future that couldn’t be, but one that very much is already. I believe our souls already know such worlds of harmony and freedom. I know mine does. Seeing the mantas felt like a bleed through from that world to this, and one that isn’t fleeting or singular. The movement will continue. Reason enough to keep looking up, for sure.

I honored the dream by creating the picture as well as doing a little research on manta ray meanings. Symbols of grace, power, and flow, the manta presence can indicate harmony and balance between the physical and spiritual worlds as well as spiritual wisdom, strength and understanding.

In Hawaii mantas are an aumakua, or ancestral guardian. The Hawaiian word for manta ray is Hahalua, or two breaths. In Bali they are often seen as divine messengers from the sea gods as well as connectors between worlds, particularly the sea and sky.

A client said one of the most brilliant things I’ve heard in a while in a session this morning: “I realize I’m always beginning my day with other people’s thoughts.”

Holy wow, the golden ticket right there, revealed by unwrapping her own inner wisdom.I’ve often taught about how if we’re not choosing our focus, it will be chosen for us (always by the lowest common denominator). 

And we are in a very tough field, because there is constant shoving of our awareness to someone else’s lower vibrational focus through what’s wrong, where the bad people are hurting the good people, how victimized we all are.

You know this already. But her words just really drove it home. 

Why on EARTH would we constantly hand our minds, hearts, and very lives to 

• thoughts
• narratives
• opinions
• and 
• foci

that make us heavy, day after day, all day, every day and think this is in any way normal? That conditioning is BONKERS. And yet it’s totally normal.

Which leads us to recognize that the persuasion to such negative focus is hard core. It’s everywhere, pervasive and invasive. Well-organized. Clever, even. And it always serves to keep us looking outside of ourselves at what is *wrong*  instead of right within us on all that is so wonderfully *right*.

I call this Light Coherence. We can become coherent with source light in body, mind, spirit, and energy. It is our place of refuge within, and it is always there. When we practice Light Coherence, we find we can begin to live in this space all of the time.

Interestingly, I think we can see that some “thing” benefits from all of the negative, external focus, and that that “thing” is not us.

But then we get so busy chasing down the bad, oppressive “thing” that we’re all focused on it again! Right back in the back door to our prison.

Perhaps the mechanisms and sources don’t matter in the end. Perhaps the only thing that matters is our choice.

I am reminded of the end of the movie Minority Report. When the Tom Cruise character was perfectly and horribly set up by the one person he was supposed to be able to trust – his mentor and friend – when he had no way out and was trapped in the negative scenario of the deceitful web where he was about to do what he didn’t want to do, to kill a man he didn’t know – the very human and real “pre-cog” says to him: “You can choose. You can CHOOSE.” 

Even then when he chooses goodness with every ounce of integrity he can muster, it’s a few more VERY tough turns before he’s fully free.

We can choose. 

It may not be easy, because perhaps our Light Coherence is low. Like the abused partner. Why doesn’t the black and blue person just leave that violent spouse? Because she doesn’t have enough self esteem. Her inner reservoir of courage, strength, and love was slowly and systematically drained out. Programmed to believe lies. Conditioned into bonkers.

This has happened to all our energy in some respects here on planet polarity. And still, we can choose.

And one day, like her, we’re ready. We just leave. We finally realize that reasoning with the abuser/program has never made any sense. That arguing has never produced a change. 

It may be bumpy at first, but we know we’re done with handing our power to something that doesn’t have our well-being at heart. We simply choose a beautiful life over a battered one. We cease feeding the pattern, the karmic loop, the darkness. And just like her, we’re free.

She thought she had to defeat it, but all she had to do was leave it behind.

All Love,

Christine

I realized the other day that I do not believe in untimely death. And it turns out this was a death weekend.

My friend Sam’s words come to mind, shared with me by his beloved partner Ken (paraphrasing here):

“When it’s our time to die, we die, and when it isn’t, we don’t. So we can all relax.” Sam spent 11 of his adolescent and early adult years as a Buddhist monk, eventually leaving to help support a sick family member. The wise, measured monk has always remained in him.

I understand why we feel people die at the wrong times. Because for those of us still here, it can feel absolutely wrong. This is an honest reflection of our own experience – our grief, expectations, and very real loss of their physical presence.

But what if for the one “gone,” it can’t be “too soon” or “untimely”? What if the exit is always as timely as the entrance, and it’s only the feelings of those still in bodies that make it seem otherwise? What if your afterlife birth chart is much like your birth chart, and the time and day you go sets you up perfectly for what is next?

I had just been sharing as much with friends at lunch on Saturday after an epic whale swim, not yet knowing of the passing of two people dear to me. Rob and Ihor both left their bodies on Love day, February 14. And I think that says a lot about them.

One was a former spouse, and the other a dear friend. One lived in Oregon, the other in Kauai. Oddly enough, they met each other more than once. And they both offered life-saving measures to beloveds of mine. Literally.

Rob was the one who did CPR on my son Michael for 8 long minutes after we found him hanging with no pulse and no breath. Eight minutes is a long time to do CPR. During that time, Rob let Michael have it. “Don’t you die on your mother, you little shit! You WILL NOT DIE on your mother!” Michael ultimately lived (never mind his chances were “grim” as the ER doc said, since his brain had been without oxygen for 10 minutes prior to the CPR).

After the EMT’s eventually arrived and intubated him, as they carried his body away on a stretcher to the ambulance, one of them turned to Rob and said, “You saved his life.” That he did, and I am forever grateful, for this and countless other of his acts of generosity, love, and absolute joy. Thank you, infinitely, Rob. My heart is so sad just as I am so happy for your graduation.

Ihor was a wholistic veterinarian married to my friend Jane. A legend in his field, Ihor is the one who mapped the acupuncture and acupressure points for dogs and cats, writing the standard textbook. 

He also practiced Chinese herbal medicine with his four-legged patients, and my dear cat Aribel was one of them. When she had a nasty fungal infection in her lungs that resulted in all kinds of scar tissue and a nearly hopeless chronic condition, Ihor prepared and shipped a custom herbal tonic that we gave her twice a day for a year. 

It was the clear time on island, without vog. When Kilauea fired back up, Aribel left within a couple of weeks. Her little body just couldn’t take it. Ihor told us we gave her that year of life, but really it was because of him.

I can tell you I felt Aribel’s death was untimely, and that she was gone too soon. She was also only 5 years old, soul family, and our bond was deep.

But when she showed herself to me on the inner, she was huge and so proud! She let me know her soul learned and expanded massively more than what she had set out for herself in this lifetime. She showed me she was complete as Aribel, no matter the heart-wrenching timing for me.

Rob and Ihor lived relatively long lives, and I know everyone who loves them will feel differently about their passing. My heart is with them all.

This past week Rob’s singing voice came into my head out of nowhere, more than once (he was a wonderful classical tenor, always one of my favorite voices to hear). He sang a song set to the words below, and it just came wafting in and out through the week. I think he was letting me know. The song is by John W. Work III, and is called Soliloquy, text by Myrtle Vorst Sheppard:

If death be only half as sweet as life,
I will not fear. I’ll shed no tear,
Nor will I ask my friends to weep;
But quietly go, like melting snow
Upon a mountain’s steep gray height.

Or wafted gently on a breeze
I’ll drift among the trees
Like lovers’ laughter
Echoing down a lane.

Or I will follow, willingly,
The soft spring rain
Around the river’s bend.

If death be only half as sweet as life,
I will not fear to go.
I love life so!

I hear his strong and beautiful tenor ringing in my heart: “ I love life so… I love life so.” For me it is all life rather than “life and death”… birth, death, everything before, after and in between… all life. I love life, too, Rob, all of it. And I love you.

Sing on, beautiful souls. You lived and loved well, and I am so much the richer for having known and loved you both.

I’ve long taught that the universe does not prove what we believe to be true. Rather, our lives (and everything around us) are showing us what we believe. Furthermore, the universe honors you so completely that as you believe, it is so. Proof is provided! Your life is literally the living proof of what you believe. 

It’s as though creation is saying, “Oh! You’re believing in miracles and wonder – great, here’s a bunch! OH! You’re subscribed to victimhood and wrongness – great! Here’s a heaping helping of that!!” and so forth.

This is why every single one of us has all the supporting evidence needed to prove what we believe to be true. And in a sense, we are all right/true/correct. Because the universe is always showing it to us. As within, so without. It just happens to be showing different truth to everyone.

I know my truth is love. That love is ALL, through, before and behind. That the essential energy of God/Source/Creation is Love. And the world is constantly showing it to me, proving my belief to be true. Which doesn’t really mean anything except that I believe it so.

I realize at some point I consciously chose this belief. I recall saying to an early consciousness circle I facilitated (called “The Sweet Spot”) that since it appears we are all making up this reality, we may as well make up something really, really good.

And of course life is an interactive weave of all of our beliefs, so we encounter everything… I am not special or exempt from life’s challenges in any way. Things happen in my life just as they do in yours. Good fortune. Disasters. Boredom and banality. Beauty and bliss.

And this I believe: it is all Love.

Pele always reflects this so astoundingly. Today (watching from afar in the comfort of my own home) was about as wondrous as I’ve ever seen. I was tuned in to the V3 livestream camera at the exact moment the south vent absolutely exploded (the tephra, pumice, and lava heat destroyed that camera shortly afterward). 

I was in AWE. So I scrolled back through all three camera streams, screen-recording that moment of the explosion between 9:45 and 9:46 AM. Wild. Beautiful. Crazy powerful and destructive/creative.

And then as I looked through my recordings, I kept seeing the hearts. Above. Below. Within. Amazing. This does not surprise me. Because I believe it to be so. Though it does delight me every time.

How wondrous is this creation that it can precisely reflect an infinite variety of beliefs and truths at the same time? Love and hate. War and peace. Beauty and the Beasts. All true. 

Holy wow, indeed.

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All Love,

Christine

I’ve spoken before about how karma isn’t only just payback or the only the consequence of cause and effect (as in “we write all of the plays and play all of the roles…we played the bad guy, now we’ll play the good one”), but rather a gathering of all aspects of love into the whole of completion. 

In Bali, I felt like I was living the karmic wheel in a wholly new way – everything everywhere all at once. 

In some ways the flow of visions felt akin to a life review. A scene would arise and fall away, like a breath, of times “I” had known or lived. Yet in the same turn of the wheel of breath, other scenes would be arising and falling away at the same time. Everything was simultaneous, and differentiation came simply through where my focus was. It was like being in a time sphere from which you could look at everywhere at once. 

Notably, unlike reliving memories, there was no thought or emotion in the sphere. There was no personal identification with the one who had lived the scenes, just a sense of “Yes. There’s that. All of that. Now.”

As we received ceremony after ceremony for karmic cleansing and activating new blessings, awareness watched this curious, spherical wheel. It felt like discovering a new assemblage point of relationship with the eternal nature of the all-ness of now.

While this perspective is one I know well in theory, Bali brought a deeper embodiment its truth: everything is now. What a gift.

With this experience came a deeper capacity to be present in every moment without connection to other moments, past or future. I was keenly aware of how humans (or shall I just speak for myself here!) have a ubiquitous persuasion to live any given moment in reference to other moments. 

For instance, this being my 6th trip with groups in Bali, I wondered if perhaps it was my last. Part of me felt/feels it is. This would naturally (humanly) give rise to viewing all events through the lens of “the last time.” 

But I never felt this. I actually had no awareness of whether it was or wasn’t. First or last was no thing. For in reality, every time for anything is the only time. The one time. And in that sense any experience is the first and last time all at once. Only in reference to past or future do we give it some other designation.

If everything is now, then everything simply is. The power of every present now is that it is pristine – pure, true, and complete. Our experience of it only gets clouded and convoluted by living it in relation to what is not happening, meaning the past and the future, or perhaps our ideas of what should or shouldn’t be happening (i.e. attachment).

So the summation of the gift of this Bali Blessing is that the power of presence was deepened in tangible, beautiful ways.

All Love,

Christine

My former alcoholic addict brother (now clean and sober for many years) once said, “People aren’t done with alcohol until they’re done.” 

The social worker in the hospital brought this home to me another way. When my son Michael had come out of the coma he was never supposed to survive from hanging himself during his drug and alcohol years, I said to her, “Well thank God he’s finally hit bottom and we can go up from here.” She looked at me soberly and replied, “You’d be amazed at what doesn’t constitute bottom.”

Addiction is like polarity in some ways. They both have potential to cause great suffering within and without( and there is much of both lately). Likewise, we’re not done with them until we’re done.

I hear calls to end the divisiveness, to love one another. Yes. I’d also add that most people aren’t ready for that. Because they simply aren’t finished with the polarity experience yet, and it is a key one here. I can only speak for myself when I say that I played polarity until it danced me all the way through.

When we are making the shift from 3 to 5D, we are learning to love unconditionally and to be compassionate without judgement. We are learning to navigate from our hearts rather than our minds, our presence instead of our ego. We are learning to embody divine love. 

Along the way we spend a good deal of time in the paradigms of right/wrong, good/evil, victim/perpetrator. This plays out in our minds, thoughts, feelings, and beliefs (4D). This is as it should be, though no doubt we all cry “Foul!” in the midst of it. This is the path of egoic consciousness giving way to divine love.

In the shift from 5D to 9D, we are exploring the vibratory fields of diversified awareness (divine love, sacred geometry, sound, light, divine mind) as part of unity consciousness. This is the path of individuated divine love (souls) moving into awareness and existence as One.

Here’s the rub: Dimensions have different rules, and what is true in one can feel fully false in another. It’s wild that such realities are often both simultaneously true as well as mutually exclusive. 

Such as:

1. As a human I can be victimized, and it is never ok. This is the 3rd and 4th dimensions, the fields of right and wrong, good and bad, where it is not ok to harm others for their beliefs or otherwise. All true.

2. As a soul, I choose all experiences so that I might learn and unify all into love. This is 5-8D where there are no victims,  everything happens for a reason, karma is real, we are learning soul lessons, etc. Here everything happens according to the divine mystery play our souls are writing, directing, starring in, and casting (both the noble and less-than noble characters). All is Divine, and we actually desire to experience all sides to form a complete whole in love. The agony and the ecstasy. Also all true.

3. As a part of the Infinite Light that is, there is no way to be separate from anything (9D and above). Everything is One. What happens to you happens to me. Everything is Source experiencing itself, and there is no separation. Also true.

As I witness the polarity wars, the suffering, the lack of compassion within and without, the very real pain…I am more and more drawn to the truth of the upper dimensions while simultaneously being wholly here on planet polarity. Then I discover the dimensions are not mutually exclusive at all. 

There is only ever more love and compassion as we ascend, not less. As we alchemize our own polarity within, there is less and less charge about the polarity without. We can become completely content in not taking sides and not having an opinion, just as we love and honor all in their mutually exclusive truths. 

We also become more peaceful. We get to learn about being peaceful when the world we love is not. We get to choose our assemblage point of divine love, unity consciousness, or points in between, no matter what. 

We realize we learn to live our highest perspective moment by moment, choice by choice. It’s not a one-and-done, though it is a challenging and utterly miraculous path. 

Loving you along the way – 

Christine

In the midst of challenge, I choose breath.
In the midst of discord, I choose love.
In the midst of constriction, I choose space.
In the midst of grief, I choose compassion.
In the midst of uncertainty, I choose presence.

And I remember –

If I’m tired, I can rest.
If I’m sad, I can cry.
If I’m restless, I can move.
If I’m impatient, I can pause.
If I’m tickled, I can laugh out loud.
If I’m inspired, I can share.
And if I’m full, I can help fill another’s cup.

I remember – I am always free.
I am the only keeper of my mind, heart, and spirit.
I am 100% accountable and empowered, as nothing is more powerful than love.
I am free.

All Love,
Christine