Living With Purpose: A New Chapter


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Every single one of us has a service and a purpose. Here lies an interesting fact: the messier our lives are/have been, the more we have to offer by way of service.

This means we’ve had more opportunities to learn, grow, and evolve. Now, that evolution never stops, but we don’t have to wait until we are at the end of our lives to say, “This is what I’ve learned and I’m ready to share with you.” Ultimately, every day there is something new to explore and learn from and grow from.

Sometimes we may find that our purpose is to be a voice for those who cannot speak. Our stories may mirror someone else’s in some aspects, and by speaking our own truths and living our truths we are giving others the opportunity to do the same.

This is where empathy and compassion play a huge part. Our experiences allow us to feel compassion for those who are also hurting and who feel they have lost their way. We can empathize with people who feel they have lost hope.

People want to feel safe, and there is a feeling of safety in knowing that an individual is not alone in their experiences because someone else has been through the same thing and has survived and healed and/or become empowered.

Empowerment is simply remembering who we are, living and speaking our truths, and living our purpose. By doing that, we remove the old stories that we’ve told ourselves about our past experiences that no longer serve us – stories and actions that we no longer need for survival because now we get to choose to thrive.

I asked a friend the other day, “Why would anyone want to listen to what I have to say, as messy as my life has been? Who am I to help others?” I was then reminded that my experiences, my voice, and my path of service is EXACTLY what someone is needing and looking for.

I was encouraged to remember who I am, why I am, what I am here for. I am exactly at a place in my own journey where I need to be. This is the next jumping point toward the next chapter in my life, which includes YOU, the reader of this blog post.

I always thought I had to know everything, do everything, and that my life had to be perfect before I could even attempt to live my purpose, share my story, and help others.

I have learned that it is more powerful when we can help people while in the midst of our own struggles. We are all playing this game of life together and in turn we get to teach each other.

When we are ready, when the pain of suppressing ourselves can no longer be borne, we get to choose to climb out of that dark cavern of fear, shame, unworthiness, guilt, anger, and frustration. It doesn’t mean we won’t feel those emotions again, but we can recognize that those are signs where we have more work to do, and we get to choose to heal (sometimes with the entire world watching)…so we might as well have fun while we are doing it.

Whether we are celebrating our successes or dealing with broken relationships, feeling despair and sorrow, bliss or whatever might be showing up, every single one of those situations creates a beautiful chapter in life.

In fact, I think the messier the better; that means there is more emotion involved, there is more color added to your picture. There is more contrast and depth.

For the longest time I didn’t know why I had to live this life I was living – a life of fear and self-loathing and feelings of unworthiness; feeling I wasn’t good enough or smart enough, and very fearful of anyone who was angry or had an angry countenance. I was afraid to skip school; I was afraid of doing anything bad. I was terrified of crossing the line.

I lived my entire life suppressing my truth, suppressing myself, and playing small because I didn’t want to make other people feel bad. I lived my life not speaking what I wanted to say, not expressing myself or not setting boundaries because I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

I didn’t want to speak and have people think I wasn’t smart enough, to have them think I was stupid; I also didn’t want them to think I was smarter than they were, because that might make them feel less than. Suppressing all that created many of my health problems.

I’ve had shingles twice; I’ve experienced chronic bronchitis and hoarseness. The nine years I lived in Alaska I had pneumonia 1-2 times a year, and I’d often lose my voice because I wasn’t using it in the way that I should have been. I don’t remember ever having a month that was free of wheezing and feeling ill. The time for all that is over.

Through numerous dark nights of the soul (and I’ve had many), every time I came out of those dark places I felt more myself. I felt more of who I truly was. In a way, I regret waiting so long to be able to speak my truth and say what I wanted to say in the way I wanted to say it, or do what I wanted to do. However, when I look back, every single experience I had brought me to this point where I have less fear about speaking, sharing who I am, and why I do what I do.

I have felt the Universe physically pushing me, telling me that it’s time. The signs are everywhere…it is time. The biggest impetus, and the biggest sign that it’s time to live my purpose.

Today marks the next step in the journey.

I may flounder a bit on the way, but that’s good, because I’ve always said that I wanted to be a lifelong student and wanted to learn something new every day…and part of learning is stumbling (and picking myself back up again).

Whether I learn through my experiences (ugly or pretty), videos, books, mentors or clients, or pitfalls and backward steps and forward-moving baby steps, I will remember that it is all worthwhile if it means speaking my truth and living my purpose while serving others.

So, let’s get messy together, shall we?

Coming soon: I am developing a mastery course to complement my Reiki practice, and it will be available shortly. There will be some other projects in the works that will soon be revealed as well.

I’d be honored to have you join me on this journey!

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Using Gratitude to Raise Your Vibration


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Just for today, I will not worry 

Just for today, I will not be angry

Just for today, I will give thanks for my many blessings

Just for today, I will do my work honestly

Just for today, I will be kind to every living thing

Just for today, I will honor parents and elders

Mikao Usui

Reiki has 5 principles as its foundation. One of the principles, gratitude (I will give thanks for my many blessings), carries much impact.

From an energetic standpoint, gratitude can be a very strong force. Gratitude is a heart-based emotion. When we operate from our hearts…and this isn’t saying that we cannot use our minds…we come from the seat of our emotions, and this is often where our power comes from.

Because gratitude is a heart-based positive emotion, it raises our moods when we practice being in that state.

Not only can gratitude lift our mood, it can also raise our physical vibration. In fact, a grateful state can often be the catalyst for physical healing. Gratitude (from the heart) triggers a chemical reaction (in the brain), which then induces production of seratonin, oxytocin, and dopamine.

And the physical benefits? Increased blood flow, lower blood pressure, better sleep, more balance in the body, and a stronger immune system, to mention a few.

This is why I start my day with gratitude and the mantra above. I also begin each reiki session with gratitude, so that I can go into the session with a higher vibrational energy which benefits both myself AND my client.

When I feel a bit worried or stressed, I simply go back to this: Just for today, I will give thanks for my many blessings.

I Admire The Strong Men


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I admire strong men who stand up for women.
I admire men who are feminists.
I admire men who aren’t afraid to show their soft side.
I admire the men who are strong enough to be vulnerable.
I admire men who encourage women to succeed, to grow, to evolve.
I admire men who walk BESIDE women.
I admire men who defend the rights of women to protect their own bodies.
I admire men who speak out for equality and diversity.
I admire men who allow women to speak just as loudly as they do.
I admire men who are intrigued by the workings of the feminine mind, men who jump in wholeheartedly into our pools of wild ideas and thought processes.
I admire men who choose to learn from women.

I admire men who are not afraid to cry and who are not afraid to ask for help.                           I admire men who want to be healed.                                                                                                         I admire men who know how to apologize and give thanks.

For all those men in my life who are supportive, encouraging, and empowering: I am grateful for you. It’s a joy to join in this dance with you.

The Divine Feminine Thanks You, Donald Trump


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Dear Donald Trump and all your followers:

Thank you all for being transparent and showing us your pain and wounds.

 Thank you for the flaming racism, fascism, misogyny, xenophobia, greed, lack of empathy, and sense of entitlement. Thank you for the centuries of masculine imbalance. Thank you for allowing me to see that I am not the only one in need of healing.

 Thank you for being the catalyst that created a huge movement yesterday, and for awakening me further and reminding me of my purpose.

 You’ve fanned the fire with your harmful rhetoric and actions for far too long, and the divine feminine is here to help you and those you’ve harmed. Understand this, though, the Mother you’ve awakened deals in tough love and righteous anger, if need be. No longer will I be shunned, shamed, shouted down, walked upon, abused, lied to, or ignored.

 I am keeping control of my body. No longer will the patriarchal overlords tell me what I may or may not put into, nor remove from my own physical self ~ this beautiful diverse vehicle that allows me to be in your life in this moment of space and time.

 I watched and I felt the marches and movements Saturday, and they were a healing force following the day of your dark inauguration, that day when my soul was screaming, NO NO NO!

 I felt my heart open, I felt my phoenix/Eye of Horus tattoo above my breast burn, my own personal symbol of rebirth and power…I felt the hot tears flowing down my cheeks as I saw men, women, elders, children, people of all races and genders and occupations and orientations stand together globally, UNITED by one mission: to start the path to healing and to do what is right for ALL who inhabit this country and this planet.

 In a matter of 24 hours, my soul’s screams of NO! were transformed to a joyful YES! Why? Because…

 I am choosing to say yes to equality, to connectedness, to healing.

I am choosing to say yes to healthy conversation.

I am choosing to say yes to diversity and freedom.

I am choosing to say yes to vibrancy and life!

I am choosing to say yes to a healthy planet and healthy relationships.

I am choosing to say yes to loving who I want to love, HOW I want to love.

I am choosing to stand up and speak for what I believe in.

I am choosing to say yes to my continuing education and evolution.

I am choosing to be the voice for those who cannot speak for themselves.

 And I’m sorry you feel so frightened and insecure that you feel you cannot do the same.

 I watched the speeches yesterday, I watched women stand empowered, I watched men stand up for US and each other, and I, in my own little space, my body still not 100% healthy…my heart on fire, my loins bleeding the life blood that gives YOU life…I again became the Mother, the one who will, if I have to, take you to the woodshed or wipe your tears and tell you that you will be ok.

 I am your mirror. But deep down you already know that. You know it because you can see yourself in me, and what you see in my visage is what you hate and fear in yourself. That is why you abuse me, sexually assault me, malign me, ignore me, shame me, call me “less than,” treat me as if I were stupid, call me terrible names. But it was never about me, was it?

 From this moment on, I WILL be heard, seen, felt, and moved like never before.

 I do not fear you. I do not fear the rules or laws you may try to impose to harm me or keep me prisoner; rules that you think keep you strong and powerful.

 I do not fear your anger or wrath.

 I am grateful for you, because without you, I wouldn’t be who I am today. I wouldn’t have had to go through my own trials and wouldn’t have remembered my own power.

 I know who you are. I remember. Let me help YOU remember.

 I will be the fire that will be held to your feet. I will hold you accountable for your words and actions, and I will do the same for myself. I will be the blazing mirror that will be either your healing or your destruction, and the soothing balm for your soul letting you know you are ok.

 You can lean in and allow me to assist you, or not. We can all create a new dance that enables us to evolve and rise together. Or you can let me dance solo; it matters not to me because no matter what you say or do, I will always be the best I can be.

 Now you get to choose. Be consumed by my fire and rise like the phoenix from the ashes, releasing all that does not serve or assist in your own healing and growth…or get out of the way.

 Your move…your choice.

With love,

Becca, The Awakened Mother/Divine Feminine

“Love is the central flame of the Universe, nay, the very fire itself.”

Ernest Holmes

The Orlando Tragedy: How It Can Be a Catalyst for Healing


 

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Again, in the very recent past, we’ve witnessed another horrific loss of human lives because of a single person’s own inner pain; a person who chose to end the lives of forty-nine precious souls in one of the most violent ways possible. Precious souls that were children, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles. Precious souls who wanted to live their truths and live happily.

And, again, we’ve seen the divisiveness nationwide because of that action.

On one side we see people (many of them ministers, political, and authority figures) jubilant over the deaths of people they deemed “unholy” or “dirty” or “perverted.”  On the other, we witness people mourning complete strangers, who knew that they were perfect as they were and were loved and cherished.

It pains me to see that many choose to take sides, deeming those different from themselves as the “other.”

No, there is no “other.” We all bleed red. We all feel joy and pain. We ALL wish to live in peace, experience happiness, and realize our dreams.

However, there are many who react from a place of fear because they do not KNOW the “other.” They are taught that the “others” are wrong, too different, weird, depraved, immoral, sinful.

Fear is the great divider. It has been so for ages.

Have you noticed that after tragic events, two situations emerge?

On one hand, people will lash out from pain, rage, and fear, and even victimhood, acting and speaking in ways that attack their fellow human beings. On the other, there will be those who will open their hearts and minds and look for ways to use the tragedy as a catalyst for healing.

Often, the way to mend a deep wound is to open it, release the poison, and then allow it to heal.

I know from personal experience that the cutting open of old emotional wounds feels excruciating, and I’ve been in the deepest pits of hell. I’ve been triggered in ways that shattered my beliefs about myself and others. And then, I was able to rise above and see my truth, allowing myself to mend my own deepest wounds.

I wish death on no one, no matter what color they are, what religion they practice (or don’t practice), or their sexual identity. I wish that our brothers and sisters, from the past and even now in the present, never had to deal with being shot, tortured, spat upon, discriminated against, hanged, burned, fired from their jobs, disowned by family, and being treated “less than.” No precious human soul should have to experience that.

And  yet, it is still happening.

In the last couple days, I was witness to a dear friend of mine being attacked for posting something that another took the wrong way. It was all related to the Orlando shooting. I could feel my friend’s shock at the terrible attack, and yet, I understood and felt the other person’s pain and anguish. This person could have lost loved ones in that shooting or been shot themselves.

However, this situation I witnessed could have been avoided if the one who attacked had stopped a moment, taken a breath, and asked for a polite discourse so that they could each discuss their feelings and put aside any misunderstandings.

I see too many putting their energy into dividing our country, into destroying the lives of their brothers and sisters. Yes, brothers and sisters. We all have heritages, we all are different races. But we are also part of one race: the Human Race.

I would like to see no more senseless killing. No more discrimination. No more flirting with fear-mongering. No more addiction to drama.

How would I feel if it were one of my children or friends who had died in Orlando? I’d feel devastated. I also would want to know what inner pain, what atrocities did the shooter live with to cause him to react in such a devastating way?

Too often, reactionary attacks have replaced thoughtful responses, and this is the time to come together, as a nation, as individuals, and loving human beings to keep our minds and hearts open, to accept every soul as the precious life he/she is, to understand that diversity is beautiful. To step out of the fearful path of destruction. To reach out and connect in loving, yet firm approaches. NOT allowing others to harm, yet understanding that they are doing so from their own inner pain.

Forty-nine graves have just been added to the hundreds of thousands, even millions of graves of those throughout history, of all races, orientations, and religions who died at the hands of perpetrators who themselves lived in their own personal hells.

Let’s not let the Orlando tragedy be for naught. Let’s use this as a time to regroup, reflect, and remember that hurt people hurt people. We MUST find a way to facilitate healing…and that begins with healing ourselves.

 

 

Black History Month from a White Woman’s Perspective


 

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I know, you are probably thinking, what does a white woman know about Black History?

Well, not enough, as far as I’m concerned. I do, however, like to educate myself as much as possible about historical events in our nation, especially those events that showcased the strength, perseverance, and yes, even the pain of the ancestors of my friends and loved ones.

I haven’t experienced the agony of being ripped from my homeland, of being sold on an auction block, nor have I felt the crack of the whip onto my bare flesh.

I have not had to bear witness to hatred, racism, segregation, or lynchings.

I have not had to fight for equal rights under the law because my skin happens to be dark.

Yes, I’ve had my own hells that I’ve lived through, but I can’t imagine living with widespread racism and injustice.

I do, however, stand alongside those who have suffered, are suffering, or are conduits to social healing. I feel your pain, and I stand in knowing that the voices of the ancestors will keep speaking and inspiring.

Now, I’ve many beloved friends who are black, some are my dearest friends, yet I don’t really always see color. I can say I’m colorblind, but I’ll repeat something I said last year during black history month (paraphrasing): “I could say I’m colorblind, because I see beyond skin color, I see what’s in a person’s heart and mind; but I’m not. I have dreamed to have dark skin; I love how the light melts into the skin, creating beautiful golden tones. Yes, I see you. I see all of you. And I love who you are, inside and out.”

I’ll tell you of one of my recent experiences.

January 17, I was invited to attend a performance of, “We Shall Not Sleep – The Story of our Ancestors,” performed by Gary Giles. It was a mixed media presentation, a slide show with music and Mr. Giles’ accompanying narration.

In his presentation, he portrays three key figures from African American History: Frederick Douglass, William Still, and Martin King Luther, Jr. I was entranced as I watched him transition from one character to the next, channeling the ancestors who fought for freedom, justice, and equal rights. His impassioned prose combined with the hauntingly poignant historical photos and music had me feeling as if I were living the history myself.

After the performance, there was not a dry eye in the room. After a lengthy standing ovation, Mr. Giles finally signaled for us to stop. (Later, he confided that it was the longest standing ovation that he had received.)

At the conclusion of the performance, Mr. Giles talked about this generation and future generations passing the torch – keeping the voices of the ancestors alive. Never forgetting the pain nor the triumph of a dark part of our history, or the strides made toward freedom and equality.

I invite you to visit Mr. Gileswebsite and view the teaser video for “We Shall Not Sleep – The Voices of our Ancestors,” and please feel free to leave comments and share, share, share!

This event opened my eyes even more to the horrors and struggles that African Americans have faced over the centuries. It was difficult to see an entire people treated so cruelly. It’s heartbreaking. But I’ve gained a new perspective and a new respect for those who have stood tall in the midst of fear and pain, and for those who never gave up when it came to demanding freedom and equality.

Yes, Black History Month is only a month long, but I say we celebrate our brothers and sisters year-round.

Let us all carry the torch, shall we?

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A Red Cup And A Plea For Humanity


Attention! There is NO war on Christmas! There never has been, there never will be. Every year, immediately after Halloween, people get all up in arms and start screeching about a war on Christmas. Political correctness. Outrage at alternate holiday greetings. Festivus poles. Etc., etc., etc.. How can Christmas be hurting when the decorations and commercials start before Halloween is even celebrated? We are bombarded with Christmas this, Christmas that, retailers getting ready for the shopping season.

And now, I see silly people expressing outrage because Starbucks’ holiday cup this year is a simple, clean red. PUHHHLEEEZE. (Insert eye-roll.) So what if they chose NOT to add winterish designs? So what if there aren’t pretty little snowflakes or reindeer? I though what was INSIDE the cup was the reason for even using the cup!

I suppose now the netverse and mainstream media and certain non-journalistic right-wing liar-liar pants on fire entertainment television outlets are going to be up all night finding ways to further ignite this fake war.

Christmas. A time of joy, cheer, giving, sharing what we have with others, remembering those who we love. That’s what it’s about, right? NOT about camping out for 3 weeks in front of Best Buy, not the stampedes on black Friday and acting like greedy, selfish children and injuring others in your way to get something on sale before someone else gets it (who might really NEED it). It’s NOT about attacking others for NOT celebrating Christmas. It’s NOT about “gimme gimme gimme!”

Last time I checked, outrage, disgust, and judgment about someone’s corporate holiday color choice on a paper cup meant to serve hot goodness was no reason to scream about a war on Christmas. If I were you, I’d feel DARN lucky to even be able to walk into a Starbucks and purchase said drink. Do you know how many people on this planet can’t even afford that?

Now, do you still want to find an outlet for your outrage? I’ll give you a list, and I can guarantee, my list will have more to do with Christmas than your crazy silliness over a paper cup.

1. Help a homeless person. Give THEM a cup of coffee. Sit with them for a while, listen to their story. Give them your attention. Show that you care. Give them a coat, a gift of a hotel room for Christmas eve, or invite them to your home for a warm dinner and a warm bed. Buy them a portable shelter, warm socks. Anything will help.

2. Thank a veteran. Do you know how many veterans are lacking health care, and are homeless? Do you know how many just need someone to CARE? Invite them and/or their family to spend time with you, or see where their passion lies, and HELP THEM.

3. Volunteer at a women’s shelter. I promise you, helping a survivor of domestic violence and even a warm, gentle hug will go much farther than complaining about a design-less circular piece of coated cardboard.

4. Volunteer at your local food bank or donate food. Do you know how many hungry children and families there are in your own neighborhood? Do you know how many people are working 1, 2, 3 jobs to just survive and are still struggling to feed their families?

5. Take in GLBT youth who’ve been ostracized or kicked out of their homes. Tackle the issue of bullying. These kids are our future, HELP THEM. Join up with GLSEN OR GLAAD. Find out how you can be a mentor or big brother or sister.

6. Find a way to get involved and stop our children from killing each other! Be a part of the healing, not the hurting!

7. Instead of screaming about a red cup, why don’t you scream about the senseless wars going on? Why don’t you get upset about the fact that children are watching their families get blown up before their very eyes? Why don’t you get out and make your voice heard, or do something? Anything? Instead of turning a blind eye to situations that really are important?

In short, I’d like you to care about things that MATTER. And that’s PEOPLE. Show some empathy. Show some love. Show some of what Jesus taught, and that’s LOVING PEOPLE. Look beyond the circumstances and see them for who they are, the same as YOU on the inside.

Now, I’m going to paint my Facebook and Twitter pages RED. This is my way of making a difference, making my voice heard. But most importantly, it is my way of showing that Christmas and the holiday season means more to me than a cup that may or may not have holiday themed graphics. It means caring, loving, sharing, and doing my part to bring awareness to what really is important, and that’s loving, helping others, and being a catalyst for healing and change. Let’s make a difference now, and year-round. Caring shouldn’t just happen at Christmas.

Will you join me in flooding the net with red? Doing so will be saying that you support helping others, you support humanity and that you are willing to help heal our planet. I’d love to know how YOU are using #FloodTheNetWithRed2015 to bring a smile to someone’s face or make someone’s day. So, let’s flood the net with red and then flood my inbox with YOUR inspirational stories!

‪#‎FloodTheNetWithRed2015‬

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