BOUNDARIES = FREE PIE! (I hope you like 'humbleberries")

     Holy humbleberry juice!

     I discovered a correlation between two interactions I had, both involving a lack of boundaries and communication. My observation revealed that people who don't have good boundaries, or any at all, hardly know what to say or do when interacting with a person who is trying to utilize boundaries.

     In both cases, the persons with whom I was communicating eventually just dropped out. I thought is was me for a moment (and it was, but only in part), but when I look at my life full of self-respecting, empowered folks, I see strong, clear, kind responses which create boundaries where and when they are due.

     One dude straight told me my boundaries where wrong for existing and limiting him at all (paraphrasing). Yeah, if I wasn't convinced before he said that.....sheesh.

     It is empowering to know another person's boundaries. I was not modeled good boundaries as a child, and have had to figure it out as I go along, one crossing at a time. As with children, boundaries give us something to bounce off of, so we can move freely and confidently within the space offered. I always feel relieved when someone says "no" or "stop", or gives me parameters for engaging them. My Spirit smiles and says "Yay! Now I know how to honor this manifestation of One I am blessed to encounter." 

     If you tell me your boundaries, I'll tell you mine (:
....well, I'll tell you mine even if you don't tell me yours! And therein is revealed my part in what happened (not with "Dude" above- I served him up a hearty boundary). I was not clear about my boundaries in the other case, though. I would have liked to have been. My Soul intention was to honor the connection. But I approached boundary free, and ultimately, the person went away. I have learned, and I am grateful for the lesson.

I am clear, and accept that giving regard for the boundaries of another must happen in concurrence with the setting of my own boundaries. 

FREE PIE!



~ Gaia

RECOVERY & APPROVAL

     FOR RECOVERY..

   
     One must become untethered from the Self it has known. That Self referred to as "me". That 'you' wants much- certain kinds of attention, recognition, validation, awards, rewards, and power, most often from external sources. 

     Some questions that came to me with recovery:

     Do I know what I like? 
     Do I choose my expression based on what I know others like about me? 
     Do I like anything that hasn't been 'approved'?

     i.e. subjected to external rating, judgment or promotion

     Approved by whom? Capitalists? Radicals? Gurus? Priests? My lover? My family?
What about The Voice within? Has It ever held me in judgment? Have I ever had to prove myself to It? No.

     Q: What is 'recovered' by way of recovery?

     A: Presence in Your Divine Truth-

The truth that you are already filled with an inexhaustible source of power. The truth that you are totally worthy, fully acceptable, and entirely lovable, just as you Are, without fortifying the 'You' by any inorganic means.

     The best things in life are free, though you will likely work for them. But the work will be under your own agency, not that of another, while your work will likely greatly benefit your community. And there will be joy, and the energy for that work will renew itself. Your work will yield spiritual Self Empowerment~

     **My thought and question with this:

We play dress up, wear make up, do the "fake-up", usually to attract a mate or some money or notoriety.

     Why? Tell me what you feel/think. I am open..

GAIA on AMELIA, RECOVERY and THE SHIFT

                                                THE SHIFT = RECOVERY

     
     
     This awareness came with the recognition of extensive addiction, bearing numerous branches, in one I hold most dear. It has been shown, so it can be known. 

     The following is a true story...

     It turns out it was Amelia Love Clearheart who paid the POWER bill. She accrued two and a half months of sobriety (and continuing), and was given to spiritual restoration, and an upgrade of personal empowerment as a result.
It needs to be known that Amelia is afflicted with a most colorful, energetic, passionate, and powerfully creative and destructive gaggle of addictions! She is the beloved one to whom I refer above. 

     As it went, not too long ago, she gave away her power to a Divine human, confusing him with her God. Yet, he was simply of Divine appointment, serving as greeter, muse, and assistant catalyst for the recovery journey for which Amelia had long prayed, and on which she proceeded to embark. Because of her mis-construing, her real God seemed to her suddenly ineffective, as if non-existent. Without her true God, she could not even dance! So commenced the downward plunge. 

     Emptied of faith, full of misguided, indignant will, having perceived the failing of her Higher Power, she rapidly fell, smacking her Spirit with break-neck force upon the frozen ground of her internal abyss; the incubation place of her dark-truth, and slaughter house of hope. Fraught with fear, facing the impending doom of progressive misery, she sobbed a prayer for many days, across 2 moons, to a God she could hardly fathom, let alone feel. 

     As love would have it, the warmth of her earnest tears made supple her frigid, defeated posture, and she began the onerous scaling of fiercely burning, precipitous walls, one searing brick at a time. She lugged with her all the burdens of a her many lifetimes, heavily inching along her slow ascension from her hand-made hell. Sometimes she screamed in angst, other times she laughed in numb mania, incredulous over the persistence of her formidable dis-ease.
     
     At one point, upon looking up, then down, and then up again, she perceived there to be no end to her climb out of the abyss, and nearly resolved to fall back to the ground, where at least she could just lie still, if frozen in failure for all of eternity. Again, she cried, praying her hopelessness to a seemingly absent God. It was with this act of faith, there swelled in her a robust heat. As if one thousand healing hands, reaching from all concealed dimensions, had been placed upon her Spirit. She sensed lift, with such lightness as the infant feels in her Mother's arms. And then, above, there shown a glow- distant, but bright....a steady light that summoned her. And finally, a sound. A gentle murmur, whispering "surrender." In warmth, and lightness, on a breath of trust, she did that which she knew she must. She broke open, and emptied her bag of burdens, released her tense grip from the hot bricks, and reclined deeply into those thousand warm, healing hands. 

    They gave rise! Instantly and effortlessly, she was ascending, and at a more than slow pace, while profoundly gentle. The glow from above grew wider, longer, brighter, filling the breadth of her vision. Was it just a nearing candle, or a distant sun? Neither. It was a glistening in the Eye of God, reflecting her very own lighted heart. By her own luminance, no longer turned downward toward darkness in fear, but upward in weightless willingness, toward Love, her way was radiantly lit. Into her wide, open heart flowed her spiritual power. That of Faith, Love, and Surrender. The Power of Providence.

     And so it Is, this very moment, as I publish this writing. We sit in reflection, Amelia and Gaia, receiving. I encourage, support, protect, and teach her how, and she powers forward with her learnings. One day soon, she will be firm in the acceptance of Who she really Is, and we will freely Be, as One. 
No Her, no Me. Just One.

~
     
     A related understanding of Amelia:

     Amelia loves and wants addicts (to this day), and they love and want her back, fiercely. It is the reflection! She sees herself, and falls in love, as do they, in most cases. But Amelia, in her addictions, is of an untempered ego, wrought with loveless voids, bare of discipline, and holding a debt of humility. The Amelia of equanimity knows her community, and very much her King, also has, or is soon to find, recovery, taking common ground with her. They can be recognized by their serene smiles, indeed, a reflection of her own. And this King, this One who is of and for God, and given to The Shift, will flow freely toward her heart's light. She need only remain open and luminous!

     RECOVERY- this is the revolution we have been envisioning and anticipating. The Recovery is of the Spirit, from the grips of pestilent conditioning, back to the organic nature of the loving instinct. Recovery gives agency over Self, and from there, our wholeness, with health and strength in abundance, can be surrendered to The Body of God. The return to One IS The Shift.

     RECOVER, and DISCOVER TRUE FREEDOM~

     It is said and read, and it is done.

     All ways, 
     Gaia Love One (GLO~)


     P.S. I sure do love me some Amelia! Thank You for all your dedicated work, and getting to the letting go, My Love~