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~

MAKE SOMETHING (Sustainable)

Sometimes (of the month), like now, I can hardly come up with what to say, while (and because) I have so much I sense, see, feel, and the intensity silences me- 
frustrates and invigorates me....
it's something like this-

For a good 20 years
I cared
cried
complained
insisted
resisted
rebelled
tuned in
tuned out
indulged 
ignored
exclaimed
embraced
questioned
judged
improved 
degraded
rejected
and accepted....
all those things- 
in regard to the state and heading of the human community, 
and it's impact on this planet home we call Earth....
this exquisite ball of infinite miracles, with which I fall in love again each new day. 

Every step of the way, all that I have and have not done and felt for the Earth, I have also experienced upon and within mySelf.

Throughout this human existence of mine, there were times I felt there was little I could rely on to help or heal me in a sustainable way, but Earth- yes, always Earth. All ways, all days, despite my contradictory acts, motives, and statements. The vast mercy of Mother- not to be taken for granted. If Mother isn't well, the child can cease to thrive with the quickness.

Now, upon and within me, there is a clearing, brought on by a startlingly deep, and initially, incredibly frightening surrender to what Is, in a way I have never before. I don't claim to have mastered it this time either. I am saying it's a new level for me. 

Today, I find I don't want to hear 'it' anymore. I don't want the memes, the links, the updates, the images, the statistics, the endless centripetal argument, collapsing in upon itself. (Ha, the black hole that will come of that will suck all our problems away, so I suppose it's legit in that context). 
Always preaching to the choir. I'd rather sing with them!

Fucking insanity....doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result. If we don't like how it is, we have the option and the capacity to do something different. Different makes the difference. It's all right there in the word. 

In the phrase "make a difference", the operative word is 'make'.

Make art, make a garden, make food, make clothes, make prayer, make meditation, make an invention, make a donation, make a statement, make a stand, make a mistake, make up for it...
MAKE A DISCOVERY
MAKE A COMPROMISE
MAKE PROGRESS
MAKE AN EXAMPLE OF YOURSELF
MAKE A CHANGE...
MAKE LOVE, BY WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY!

Just make something! It helps.

It has been said that the greatest suffering is a result of a sense of not making progress. People of the most utterly depressed, depraved, and deprived conditions wear and share authentic smiles, streaming with gratitude, because the contrast to their dire situations cause the progress they make to glow brilliantly!

Must it be so dire for us to see the light?
I have observed the answer, and there is logic to it, of the alpha/omega variety. Okay, I accept that. 

So, let's go here:

Are you happy?
If so, is that happiness sustainable?
Do you feel sustainable?
Fill in this blank. Put in as many words as you like:
"If I lost _________, I could not go on."

If it doesn't sprout, spray or sprawl of the earth, peruse the waters, fall from the sky, or cycle organically through your heart, mind, body and Spirit, it is not sustainable, and you will likely come to a moment in your life when you will have to do without it. Those things; the earth, ocean, sky, hearts, minds, bodies, and Spirits- those are the things most compromised at this time. Without the sustenance of nature, there is no life to fill with all our attachments.

SHARE WHAT YOU MAKE, 
and MAKE ANOTHER HAPPY, 
for what you do to and for others,
you do to and for yourself,
and vice-versa....
MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY!

Get sustainable.....it's the new, new, New Deal. The only deal, and the closest thing to real in this often daunting, yet ever dazzling dream you can get.

With Love, and lots of Faith,
Gaia Love One~

"I HATE MYSELF" - Regarding this angry time

     In my dream last night, I was the extreme version of my Self that I cannot bear. So angry, hurt, aggressive, forlorn- screaming at, pushing at, and raging against my perceived offender. I could tell my actions were killing the love, and I kept trying to stop and start again, fresh, but I could not sustain it. My fear was enormous. To end the immense suffering, I kept wanting to step out into oncoming traffic, and eventually laid myself down on the sidewalk, kicking my legs like a tantruming three year old, screaming at the top of my lungs "I hate myself"...repeatedly. I woke up feeling very sick in the heart.

     The theme/flow of this time, with this great shift, is quite forward today and the last 3 days. It seems to have spiked. So many reporting tremendous suffering, and anger seems to be the driving force. My dream of last night confirms this is some self-hate infiltration.

When another reflects that which we dislike about ourselves, the discomfort experienced often leads to a demand that corrective action be taken. Mistakenly, we want the reflector to be the one to take it, but they are not the source, so no action taken by them can restore us to sustainable peace. If we know we are the source, we go inward for healing. In terms of purely offensive attacks, it is reasonable to say "hey, when you hit me on the head with that baseball bat, it hurts. Stop now." But if they won't stop, then we must move our own head, and that means letting go of whatever made us want to stand there in the first place. Both fear and pride have kept many in a place of hurt. At that point, it is self-inflicted. Courage to let go yields unparalleled results.

It can be 'easier' to get involved in the blame game. It's work-free, while highly counterproductive. It requires no humility, whereas identifying one's own part brings the bitter taste of humble pie. But humble pie is chock full of all the essential nutrients for nourishing and conditioning the heart, mind, and Spirit, so eat up! No one can do more in advocacy for your comfort than you. You know your pain better than any, so it is logical, not to mention empowering, that you be the one to tend that pain. One of the great benefits, among many, is you don't have to wait around for anyone to do anything to be restored to comfort.

All that said, caring for the Self can be quite challenging; to do, with Love, what you know is good for you, knowing that others might push-back, resist, reject, even attempt to punish. Knowing what is good for you is often where we spend the most time feeling lost. It can be frightening to make a choice and gallop out of the gate. But there is protection in authenticity and intention. Together, they form a light-shield that lets the love, but not the lie pass through it.

     ANGER: Feel it, name it, determine it's usefulness (it has a purpose), give thanks for it, and then let it burn with everything else that no longer serves you. The tarot card for this time is the Tower, for those who dabble. Also, there is a theme of the card 'Cruelty' (forced endings). The latter is convoluted, as the cruelty is being experienced by those walking the masters path, and in some cases, moving them into anger, resulting in potent, directed power of the negative variety. The cruelty results of the lack of compassion- when the lover's heart turns cold, and the love flow slows, or is even arrested. The 'masters-pathers' are being asked to step-it up, and deeply in.

     Third eye display reads:
     ~SURVIVAL OF THE SPIRITUALLY FITTEST~
     ....for about a year now.

     Whatever this means to you, deepen the practice that keeps you fit. This is a work time. And just as all hard-laborers do, we must rest, eat, and love well to keep the flow sustainable.

     Keep your truth flowing out, especially if you find it ugly. Express it as art, whenever possible. Write it, sing it, dance it, paint it, sculpt it out. Or just speak of it with the intention to free it, and yourSelf.

     This is a great time for confession....stuff like 'I feel ugly, worthless, lost, dismayed, mean, stupid, like a failure...I did this cruel thing, I lied, I tricked, I stole'...whatever your truth is, better out than in, yes? Yes. Be descriptive. Every detail identified can then call to itself the healing. It has been said "you must name it to banish it". I did not think this was wise or true at one time, but I have learned. In my experience, it does work to name it, then banish it.

     The illusion that you are alone, or somehow failing at life because the darkness gets to you, is just that- an illusion. We are all here together, in this dark moment, affecting one another. Every act of care, love, courage and strength is healing to the body of One as a whole, just as every act of hate, harm and cruelty depletes One.

     That which you do for yourSelf, you do for others, and that which you do for others, you do for yourSelf. Take care of your Self!

     Bless the power of your truth, and may your courage always be triple the weight and strength of your fear.

     All ways Love,
     Gaia

MEDITATION ON LOVE- 1

     ~To experience pain every day is also to constantly have love illuminated; pain magnifies love~

For anything to be fixed, someone or thing has to get in there and take a look at what's going on. Sometimes it's me who does it, sometimes a friend or partner. A timely judgment, misunderstanding, challenge, compliment, merging, or sharing can burst the door open into a tender, forgotten world; spiraling caverns of fear and hope.

We must love deeply, fully, wholly, so that our most intimate loved ones can get in close, nearest our inner cuts and scrapes, and co-create with us- by the acts of love-making, hugging, kissing, listening, laughing and breathing together- a nourishing, nurturing salve, capable of restoring the heart to calm, allowing for the gentle, joyful opening. The true lover enters willingly, effortlessly, gently, and honored, for she loves to see him deep in love. She knows his heart must be strong and open for it.

Within these caves, occasionally a lover passes a reflective pool, and sees something uncomely. She spits into it, attempting to distort or rearrange what is seen. If she does not recognize the image is a reflection, she will project her desire for improvement onto her lover, thinking it is him, driving him distant with sadness and madness, dismayed by her constant judgment and disappointment. (I have done this....I apologize, again, sincerely.)

If she knows it is herself she sees, she will journey inward to Spirit for correction, with the support of her lover, who gave her his heart space in which to safely be revealed to herself. Praise be. To be in the heart of your beloved when your own pain-truth comes in is a highest, holiest blessing. (I have experienced this. I thank you, again, sincerely).


~God, give me to the love that brings You out the most.
Always, all ways~

Amelia on Sex

     A beloved teacher reminds me that we do not have to chase the experiences that are right for us. They come to us, effortlessly. I have observed so many men step to me and other women seeking a sexual experience. Chasing it. I know they are in their nature. I have chased. No judgment necessary, just a response.

     I am a spirit-woman- Spirit manifest- and so a spiritualized experience "he" will get......if he gets it, which he almost always doesn't, because he is guided by a lower-self agenda, while I am drawn to the highest pleasures, explorings, combinings, and transcendences.

     Many men think this type of presence and performance equates or will lead to some sort of commitment, and reserve it for "serious" relationships. Yes, it does lead to a commitment, but not the one they're thinking. It's a commitment to raising the barre, seriously. It's a commitment to acts of self-respect and integrity, seriously. It's extra effort, more sweet and special treatment, and firm honesty and courage, seriously. Certainly, it can be for just one night, but it will bring the pleasure of many! SERIOUSLY!!!

     The woman worthy of this (well, all are worthy, but not all are prepared) will have the same to offer, graciously and generously. Both lovers will be free of expectations, clear in boundaries, and given entirely to the innumerable possibilities of "what is."

     Here is the best part-
Necessary communication will take place previous to the Great Getting It On. This is what separates the men from the boys! The Prince makes his mistake and learns his lesson. The King already knows his mistakes, and implements his learnedness prophylactically. This action is rooted in love and esteem for Self, and ultimately, other. The seasoned, righteous man knows he will reach greater heights with a willing and informed partner.

     In my case, the creative energy retained in celibacy yields a power which drives my art. There is nothing I want more, for my art is my expression of God. The creative energy of sex can do the same, given the above mentioned aspects are in place.

     If "he" does get it, it's because it was always going to be art. I show up energetic and creative for art. I mean, sex is at least a dance, if not a song, a chant, an improv performance piece. At LEAST! Offer me no less!

     So, in closing, when and if you step to me and other amazing women, be creative and prepared, with dope skills, good supplies, and tons of RESPECT AND INTEGRITY. You get what you give, and that could get deliciously literal and magnificent real fast!

     Thank You.

♥

Illuminati love

*(updated opening paragraph 11/17/13)

The following is what I think I understand about the 'Lords Illuminati'. I previously said I was clear on this, but recently I have caught wind of some deeper insight. They have not been revealed to me yet. For the sake of the my original motivation to share this, I have left it in it's original form, but there is something missing. I might have a subconscious need to eliminate Satan based on my own prior experiences. This could very possibly skew my clarity. I am saying I just don't know if this is true right now, which is awesome. 'Illuminati' is possibly the wrong title. Please share your insight if you are so moved.
Here you go.... 

God was just "parent" until these entities (illuminati) hypnotized the weak, and had them call God 'Lord' -diminished in form, reduced to carnal evil. This was the conception of 'the devil'- a forged icon of darkness and power. Satan became the prototype around which they collectively assembled their creative thoughts to manifest their will, and a model to which they would all agree to aspire, knitting them tightly together, forming a nearly impenetrable net, fit to catch, enslave, and eventually consume all life it encountered. The only energy that passes through is fluid and flowing. Unbound, knowing what is....LIGHT~

For millennia, these men have forced what I'll call 'identity binding'. The accessible humans (the majority at times) have been groomed to define themselves by standards of dogma, built on fear, judgment, and an implanted sense of unworthiness. Cloaked within the indoctrination process* is a self-destruct sequence. If the human is never made aware of this, they will live out their role as commodity. Slave subjects are conditioned to cycle imagery and mantras, enabling the master to maintain continuous renewal of his infiltration into the slave's psyche. 

These entities breathe in rhythm with the 'devil'.

I breathe back at them, grand light and warm love, and bring forth my gratitude. I thank them for the contrast, which allows God to know it's greatness. I thank them for illumination.

We think we don't want evil, yet create it, in the name of love (God), and often we use it well. Yes, as with all, above and below, this is a process with an outcome subject to perception. It is a test.

All we have ever or will ever love, loathe, embrace or fear is God. There is nothing else.

Love,
One.

* in public school and media

SUCH A WORD!

     I often choose to use the word "God" (it is a word, and a word is what I need to do my talking). I mean for this post to illuminate that to which I am referring with this word. 

     Over the last 20 years, I have been taking back the word "God". It doesn't belong to any one religion or idea, myth or script. So many people cringe at the sound and thought of it, but I present that it is not God that is making them cringe, but the impact and impertinence of those who tout "the word of God" as law- fixed (like a boxing match), flawed, and foul. This is what foils the truth of "God". Who wouldn't cringe? 

     I assure you, I am clear of all that, while, ultimately, I am referring to the same energy. I have simply not assigned it any form or myth. It is not limited to or by the capacity of human perception, or even it's elaborate imaginings. I do not presume anything about God that I have not witnessed with my own senses. I experience it in it's nature: inspiration, destruction and creation. In this, it's eternality can be witnessed!

     "God" is something I sense, breathe, feel, hear....something to which I talk and listen, and with which I laugh heartily, and love immeasurably, as with all else (trees, bees, spiders, fleas, you, them)...

...as God is All else. 

     I have been seen talking to myself on the dance floor......now you know what's really happening. I am inspired, and engaged in a conversation with that which inspires. Always, all ways.

     My current favorite inspired words have been running across my third eye digital display for a good 8-10 months:

"God sees Itself, and falls deeply in love!" 

Yes, I know and live this truth!

~

Further clarification (while I'm at it):

When I say "bless," I mean for an abundance of beneficence to come to you. So..... 

Be blessed by God = Be inspired to creation, and brought to an abundance of beneficence.

Choose flexibilty, and RECEIVE!

All My Love.