Last week a groundhog crossed my car at Lockwood and Elm. It is a busy intersection however I stopped. I was concerned about someone hitting me. I was more concerned with hitting the groundhog. In that moment my needs were not as important. I could see his eyes and his determination to get across the road in a sense I could feel him. The guy next to me stopped too. Here we were displaying our love boldly even blocking traffic from moving. I was proud. Love does go anywhere and it is for everything.
Heard a news report about Japan and how the water supply is becoming dangerously low. It made me sad instantly. Yesterday I opened the Webster/Kirkwood times, our neighborhood paper, and there it was cases and cases of water heading to Japan on military plans. We really are a country of heart.
I know and I believe in love and the power it has to change, to heal and to transform. I will not lose hope in love’s power.
Japan is giving us the opportunity to love deeper. Japan is a message of oneness. As soon as I heard about the water I thought this can happen anywhere. Every country has nuclear plants in the need of protection. What is happening there can ABSOLUTELY happen here. The message of Japan is one of unity. It’s everywhere if you look. Water is contaminated we are helping. Our milk in certain states is contaminated now. The FDA is monitoring our food sources. I’m not sure of this but I bet our air quality is even being researched right now. What is happening to Japan is happening to us!!
ARE YOU HAPPY WHERE WE ARE?
My message is a clear one. I’m calling the American people to action. Today I read online, “Dems and Republicans continue to disagree on the subject of budget compromise.” I’m not surprised are you?
Congress is currently having discussions on the budget. We are in a desperate place - a place which will require us to go lovingly and willingly into the unknown, try something’s different!! I am encouraging and even demanding nicely we come together in unity right now.
I’m asking each of us to stand together in unity and say the following at least once a day. Ghandi said, “Be the change you want to create in the world.” Let’s create!!
With our WILL send our love, our pure intentions with our hearts open to our congressman. We ask them with our compassion to stop fighting and find solutions of divine right action for our people, they open their hearts and ears across party lines and discuss with partnership what is good and right for the whole, we ask they listen to their truth, wisdom and our hearts in finding new solutions to old problems. Once they have the solutions they find the strength, courage and clear communications to make the necessary changes.
We open our own hearts to what each of us will have to do as a result. We are a ready nation bonding together to heal, connect and come together for our country. We believe our country is exceptional. We will develop ways to help each other just like we do when a tragedy hits other countries. We are a country that can do what it takes. We can make sacrifices for each other because we have not forgotten how to love and help.
The illusion is this is going to be hard. It’s already hard. The illusion is we will have to do without and the truth is we probably will but we can do it. RIGHT NOW IN THIS MOMENT the change we have to make will be in the name of unity. The mentality needs to shift in our nation to wholeness!!
We can do this just with our intention and our belief in our country. What is good for the whole? It is on some level going to require a change for each of us; those changes will be different however the shift will be felt by all. We are a country praised for our supportive generosity in the world. Let’s start supporting each other, let’s come together. Let’s spend time in conscious thought and pure intention in healing the United States.
Sincerely,
Nikki Visionary Intuitive
http://www.nisghtvff.com/
If you’re the person saying its Bush’s fault or its Obama’s fault then you are sadly not where you should be to inspire the message of unity.
Stay tuned for the next call of action.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Tenderness
Last week I was observing my daughter Piper (4) and it occurred to me she could benefit from a pause. Not her pausing, but my husband and I. She is a half a second behind us and we are two second ahead never meeting in exactly the right moment for her. Bath time defiance starts promptly after water is in the tub. “Piper please stop drinking the water,” I say. Tonight something different happened. Her cheeks were full giving me the impression of water in the mouth. I paused, I looked at her, no talking, cheeks popped and low and behold there wasn’t water in her mouth. The pause. We can slow down for her. I touch her cheek and say a prayer of thankfulness for her soul.
Thoughts shift quickly into other circumstances and I’m in front of Carol—teacher at Piper’s pre-school—she is describing the pause. “If we could just slow down, even the way we walk is fast,” she says. She bent her body as she talked to exaggerate the flow of “the pause” with an innocent grin on her face. How tender to witness!!
Passing my neighborhood I see someone walking very fast talking on his cell phone. He needs to slow down or he is going to miss the most precious spaces in his life, the space that can only be felt when in the pause. I pray he feels himself.
My chest fills up with breath and I notice the sweetness in my friend’s eyes while also hearing the drain in her voice. I wonder if she knows her value.
I notice the pain in my own voice as I say out loud while driving past a cemetery, “Dad I am very angry with you for not connecting, for not being present to me, for dropping off the planet and leaving me.”
I cry but desperately want to hide the depth of my feelings. I bear witness to the tendency to hold my own breath to avoid the self judgment I feel when I go deep into my anger. I forget to be sweet to myself. I acknowledge my own ability to disappear. I become vulnerable. I decide to consciously breathe having the courage and strength to stand in my own pain.
I expand into the miracle of my fragile self. I stay connected.
Piper runs in while Francesca is playing in the snow and tells me, “I found a butterfly. I thought it was fake.”
Show me!!
In the downstairs basement door runner was a beautiful tiger swallowtail butterfly in our house in the dead of winter. The internet said he should be hibernating.
Francesca prays to have an animal to pour her love into. Her prayers are answered. She feeds him, he crawls on her, and they share connectedness they pause, bend and flow together. He decides it’s ok to fly, he feels safe, transformation happens before my eyes.
MIRACLES.
Thoughts shift quickly into other circumstances and I’m in front of Carol—teacher at Piper’s pre-school—she is describing the pause. “If we could just slow down, even the way we walk is fast,” she says. She bent her body as she talked to exaggerate the flow of “the pause” with an innocent grin on her face. How tender to witness!!
Passing my neighborhood I see someone walking very fast talking on his cell phone. He needs to slow down or he is going to miss the most precious spaces in his life, the space that can only be felt when in the pause. I pray he feels himself.
My chest fills up with breath and I notice the sweetness in my friend’s eyes while also hearing the drain in her voice. I wonder if she knows her value.
I notice the pain in my own voice as I say out loud while driving past a cemetery, “Dad I am very angry with you for not connecting, for not being present to me, for dropping off the planet and leaving me.”
I cry but desperately want to hide the depth of my feelings. I bear witness to the tendency to hold my own breath to avoid the self judgment I feel when I go deep into my anger. I forget to be sweet to myself. I acknowledge my own ability to disappear. I become vulnerable. I decide to consciously breathe having the courage and strength to stand in my own pain.
I expand into the miracle of my fragile self. I stay connected.
Piper runs in while Francesca is playing in the snow and tells me, “I found a butterfly. I thought it was fake.”
Show me!!
In the downstairs basement door runner was a beautiful tiger swallowtail butterfly in our house in the dead of winter. The internet said he should be hibernating.
Francesca prays to have an animal to pour her love into. Her prayers are answered. She feeds him, he crawls on her, and they share connectedness they pause, bend and flow together. He decides it’s ok to fly, he feels safe, transformation happens before my eyes.
MIRACLES.
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