Traveling the Distance

CARPE DIEM!!
Come my dying day I will have no regrets.

A Celebration of Me

Early birthday/Christmas celebration in Mexico.

A being of light, a mystic, and a powerful empath, living in a false paradigm that has been massively destructive to Mother Earth and nature, its been hard to ever feel as if I’ve belonged. But with the dawning of 2020, and the culmination of decades of evil finally very outwardly making itself known, I vow to never again hide in the shadows.

As perhaps the best year of my life comes to an end, I acknowledge all that life has thrown my way and the beauty and wisdom now being bestowed upon me.

I embrace ALL that God has created me to be, for He has done so with grand purpose. Age irrelevant to me, I celebrate the process, like that of a fine wine.

Life begins a new! Cheers!

Put behind me are all concerns of what anyone else might ever think of me. The superficial judgments because most are only capable of seeing what is on the surface. The opinions of people who would rather have my Light turned off than discover with me the beauty that likewise lies within themselves, are cast to the side.

I embrace the donning of the next year knowing that with each day life will only become more glorious. That beauty and splendor will continue to be shared with me in the incredible odyssey God has planned.

I will begin each day LIVING IN THE MOMENT. Eyes wide open to experience each new facet of this extraordinary life in this extraordinary time of living.

I set an intention, with a calm heart and a gentle mind, to appreciate not only the big milestone moments, but also the magnificence in all the simple things about life that typically get overlooked.

I open my heart to the passion that lies within, and in doing so, return to the person I once was, in sharing the compassion it longs to share.

I open my mind wider to all the truths and wisdom of Reality and the Higher consciousness of living. Closing any avenues that would otherwise allow the propaganda and brainwashing by the controlling forces entry. Refusing to be affected by the fear-based living desired from the powerful elitists.

Perhaps most significantly, I open my soul to the light that lies within, giving it permission to shine brighter than it ever has. All barriers removed to God’s power that lives deep in my soul. Embracing the strongest aspect of my human self that has struggled so hard to find a place in this world.

I grant myself permission to end the last half of my life honoring all aspects of my being, but most importantly my soul, and letting it shine as brightly as humanly possible.

In doing all of this, I invite every being I encounter, in person or in written word, to do the same. To embrace ALL that they are. To go within to the deep scarey, yet profoundly rewarding aspects of self, tapping into the tremendous gifts and energy of human potential. Allowing transcendence of the false paradigm that holds humanity captive.

I encourage each and ever person looking for a better world to live in, a more sustainable planet to pass on to those who come after us, to look closely at their beliefs. To open their minds to the possibility that they have been living in the world’s largest lie, all in the guise to suppress the tremendous potential that exists within each and everyone of us. To discover the planet’s largest untapped natural resource, the God given gifts we each possess.

I celebrate my day of birth not only for me, but for the wish and desire that all of humanity discover their potential that will offer to them a more powerful and fulfilling way of life. Because…Revolution Begins With Me.

Namaste.

Keep Your Arms and Legs Inside the Ride at All Times

Reading a post from a fellow blogger this morning instantly made me think of this post. One of a few very early blogs from February of 2016. I felt obliged to share again.

It’s eerie rereading this now. For I know I have visions. I know I just know things. A blessing or a curse? A question all my life. I finally have an answer. A true blessing!

The words I read …

Damage in Moore, Oklahoma June 2013

(Edited and reposted from February 20, 2016)

After four sacrificial years away, having left to find work to support us while I finished writing my first book, my husband and the father of our daughter, finally returned to live with us.

He rode up that day on his Harley. All he carried with him was a change of clothes and his toothbrush. He returned just in time to watch our daughter perform at her big dance recital.

The following Monday, we headed off if in a torrential down pour for Oklahoma to retrieve his car and some of his belongings, and for me to say goodbye to my oldest son as he prepared to move to California.

I knew I shouldn’t have been driving. The roads were slick and the tires on my car were bald. I could feel us hydroplaning several times.

With low visibility, in spite of me knowing how to drive in bad weather, driving is my husband’s expertise. Why was I the one behind the wheel?

Before I had the opportunity to find a dry place to stop and let him take over, the car did a donut and headed for the ditch, rear end first. It was an omen of what was to follow.

It took over an hour for the tow truck to arrive and get us back on the road.

As we drove southwest, we found dry roads ahead. The rest of the trip was uneventful, but as we headed down I-44 west of Tulsa, I received a text from my son asking where we were.

We had another hour and a half of driving and he told me to hurry up and get to Oklahoma City, bad weather was on its way.

Emergency weather alerts were broadcast on all channels. We were being told we had two hours at best before damaging winds and hail, along with dangerous tornadoes, some possibly in the F4 or F5 category, would be over the city.

Chilling at the very least, since the 3rd big tornado during my time connected to the state had just moved through Moore a few weeks earlier, once again doing significant damage.

We arrived at my sister-in-laws as several tornadoes were reported in El Reno and Yukon, 30 miles west of us. Fortunately, they were real slow-moving.

The thought was to stay put hoping we might be missed, or that we’d be safe in the underground portion of her house.

My son, who’s vicinity was near, had said he was sticking it out at his home. Suddenly he sent a text. He was heading south for a friends in Moore as the storm steadily moved in a northeast direction.

That made me grow concerned as he’s typically of a calm rational demeanor.

As we watched on TV, the tornado was heading our way. With panic, the weather reports were calling an “EMERGENCY WEATHER ALERT”.

We ended up getting in our cars, three separate vehicles, as we didn’t want to come back and find them all hail damaged by the reported softball size hail.

My husband drove his sister’s van, taking our daughter. I didn’t want her to be in another accident with me at the wheel. His oldest son, with his pet ferret, rode with me, and his sister followed behind us.

Heading east down I-44, there were dark skies up ahead. The weather man reported the tornadoes were right on our tale, passing over landmarks we had just driven by.

The sky to the south was clear and blue, so we made the decision to get on I-35 and drive that direction. Apparently, along with half the city, as cars were bumper to bumper and moving real slow.

No sooner than we did, the weatherman says, “Oh wow, the tornado just did something they never do! It just took a sharp right turn and is now heading towards Moore!”

Panic hit my heart. The cloudless blue sky above, instantly turned a deadening black, and the winds quickly picked up.

I tried calling my husband, but his phone had been left in my car.

The transformers above began popping and flashing. Their van, directly in front of us, started to seriously rock as the wind increased. I feared it would tip over.

His son asked where we were going. I had no idea, but I knew we needed to get off the interstate.

At the next exit there was a church just off the road. Cars were exiting and hopping the curb.

I followed suit, with my husband doing the same. Being the athletic one, I grabbed our daughter and ran for the church, losing one of my sandals and unknowingly, my car keys along the way.

By the time I got there some men had broken the back door in with a fallen tree. They were escorting women and children through the broken glass.

Once inside, they got everyone settled in a room and did a head count as a tornado passed over. One of the last to arrive said they could see the roof of the church pulsating as they pulled up.

We sat it out for over an hour before the winds calmed down enough for some men to go out and assess the damage.

We had been fortunate, it hadn’t touched down or the church would have been wiped away.

The F5 from weeks earlier had taken that same exact path, leaving massive destruction in its wake.

The next day, when we went back to search for my lost car keys, we seen the damage all around us from the prior tornado; demolished shopping malls, movie theatres, hills of smashed cars, and only piles of debris where homes once stood.

It was eerie and surreal. It had felt like we had become part of a movie set. The enormity of what had happened and what could have happened was all around us.

My son had made it to his friends’ home. They sat it out in the hallway with a mattress over their heads and his friends’ dogs going wild.

My son had taken off down the freeway. We were a short distance behind him, and the tornadoes were directly behind us.

The fact that it took a sharp right turn just as we did was symbolic to me.

We had already lived through a life of hell during our six-year stay in Oklahoma. This seemed like a clear message of preparation for what was to come.

Dark times were upon our beloved country, most citizens oblivious. We were certain to be a part of it, but we were to be protected.

It was no coincidence. It was serendipity or God’s message. I knew our lives were that of warriors. We would always be out running tornadoes or whatever calamity was sent our way.

It was a message, as it had been two months earlier when my family and I stayed at our place in Kissimmee, FL.

We rode all the wild rides at the local theme parks with the constant warning, “Keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times. Be prepared to come to a sudden and abrupt stop.”

Bad times for our country lay ahead and we were being shown how to survive.

We were the warriors and I was a change agent. For, someone has to do something, and I am aware … the Revolution Begins With Me.

Thanksgiving In My World

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Thanksgiving tomorrow, with life ever shifting, more than ever I think it is important to stop and reflect on that which I am truly thankful.

I am extremely thankful that God has me and my family poised for a much different response as the chaos and unrest in our country only begins to build, having taken the road less traveled, something many have scoffed at over the years.

I am thankful for the friends, family, and acquaintances who have encouraged and supported me on this amazing adventure that I call life.

I am extremely thankful that the one thing my parents did agree on was the importance of our country’s patriotism and her founding values, and as so, that God be the center of our life.

I am thankful that our founding father’s were filled with the fire and spirit that they were, to fight for what they believed in, to create the world of freedom and liberty we live in (although it’s being stripped away at an expediated rate)

I am also thankful for being born with the fire in my belly to be a part of the next era of patriots ready to defend our country.

I am thankful for the courage and strength God has blessed me with as I poise to step forward in an incredible way, to do my part to save our country and return it to the beliefs America was founded on.

I will make my traditional big Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, with only my daughter by my side. But I will do so with grace and thankfulness as God prepares me mentally, emotionally, and most importantly, spiritually to take the next big leap of faith.

God bless you all!

BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA – A PROCLAMATION

Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor – and Whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me “to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.”

Now therefore I do recommend and assign Thursday the 26th day of November next

to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be – That we may then all unite in rendering unto him our sincere and humble thanks – for his kind care and protection of the People of this country previous to their becoming a Nation – for the signal and manifold mercies, and the favorable interpositions of his providence, which we experienced in the course and conclusion of the late war –for the great degree of tranquillity, union, and plenty, which we have since enjoyed – for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enabled to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national One now lately instituted, for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and in general for all the great and various favors which he hath been pleased to confer upon us.

And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech him to pardon our national and other transgressions – to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually – to render our national government a blessing to all the People, by constantly being a government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed – to protect and guide all Sovereigns and Nations (especially such as have shewn kindness unto us) and to bless them with good government, peace, and concord – To promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and Us – and generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best.

Given under my hand at the City of New York the third day of October in the year of our Lord 1789. GO. WASHINGTON.

Undefining Me

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Up early and down by the firepit in my Mystical Forest a few mornings ago, enjoying the dance of the seasons Missouri lovingly shares. I found myself pondering, “What is my purpose?” “What are my intentions?”

Shedding any use of labels to define myself, 15 years ago, when I left the inhumanity of what nursing was in Oklahoma. I spent many years in flux.

Being a society, a nation that more than ever has gone to characterizing individuals with labels. Not just words that delineate how people spend the majority of their time, but in the last 10 years, more than ever, mainstream media and Hollywood pushing the agenda of hate-filled labels.

I personally have no use for them. I find them self-limiting. People, over the years trying to define me; my children’s mother (fill in the blank, any one of four), a fitness fanatic, a hippie, (one I laugh at, especially after this year with the pandemic and enormous amounts of people returning to the country, and to the earth, to become more self-sustaining. I guess they all became hippies too.), and the one title I wear with tremendous pride, “just plain weird.”

Raised in a small, mostly Catholic community, the mind set was very narrow, most especially that of my birth mother and her rather large family. It was actually my free-spirited father, who likewise never fit into this community, that I was given the vision to look through a different lens.

Becoming aware when we moved to the hills outside Jefferson City, when my now 33 year old son was 2, and curious beyond all imaginable measures, we are born with a unique spirit. Each of us given a vastly distinct purpose before birth.

Walking the hills near our rural home, pushing my inquisitive toddler in his stroller, the shackles and chains imposed on me by my mother and her family, and the Catholic school and church, were finally released. I realized there was enormous untapped potential that lay within.

I was to spend the next decade exploring that potential as I nurtured not only my oldest high-spirited son, delving into his many gifts and talents, but also the addition of his two younger brothers, beginning to explore theirs as well.

A nurturer and healer at heart, at this point, also one by profession, as I began my career as a critical care nurse. I worked intensive care, running the gamut of health related maladies and life threatening traumas. What I viewed daily kept me keenly aware of living in the moment and that my time with them was temporary.

Being an incredibly intuitive, empathic person, I didn’t parent with a “cookie cutter” mentality, nor did I try to relive my childhood through them. Instead, I gave each of them attention where they needed it, including my now 14 year old daughter. They each had completely different personalities, therefore, completely different life purposes

I would/do tell them, “Be yourself! I can’t tell you who that is, but I will help you as much as I can to discover it.” My most important intention to instill in them being, “Have integrity!”

My many years of nursing had taught me innumerable valuable lessons. One of them being, your status and your wealth will one day mean nothing. If you can stand solid and strong in who you are, you will be able to withstand any storm. Thus far, the people they have become, they’ve proven my concept inherently accurate.

As my long, immensely rewarding decades of parenting children under the age of 18 gracefully eases into its final years, with the assistance of the pandemic allowing me to pull even deeper inward, I remain constant in my dynamic state. Undefinable, but ever moving towards a better version of myself. Searching even more closely for God’s/the Universe’s larger life’s purpose.

My challenge to all … Put down the labels! They are so self-limiting. For yourself, and for others around you. Put worry and fear aside! Open your hearts!

It is certain change is at our door. Help promote that change in an upward trend. It’s through broadening the expanse of our minds, our possibilities, that this country will turn back in a more positive curative direction.

I for one, know I will remain undefinable. I will keep evolving into the best version of me. Now more than ever, I know it’s a necessity … for the Revolution Begins With Me.