I had the opportunity to watch the Lincoln Center Inaugural Celebration this weekend. The message was subtle yet bold. I was moved as I listened to the music and the speakers proclaim freedom and love. The message was clear; the chains of bondage have been broken.
The chains of limitation, separation, and degradation have been broken for many, many years however the effects and the beliefs of bondage have lingered in our consciousness and our society.
To be or not to be
This reminds me of the elephant analogy.
An elephant that has been anchored to a spot for a period of time becomes complacent in its bondage. Even after the chains have been removed the elephant does not experience its true freedom because it has become rooted in its experience and its belief.
I am grateful that I have never had to look far to see the truth of this freedom spoken by Martin Luther King Jr. and of all those who came before and after him.
I have heard people say that President Obama has accomplished the impossible. In my world….. President Obama is experiencing the fruit of limitless possibilities.
Freedom is a choice.
As long as a belief lingers in your consciousness it will continue to attract and linger in your experiences.
President Obama, Martin Luther King Jr., Jesus, Buddha, Mother Theresa, The Dalai Lama, or your next door neighbor cannot make you experience the true freedom that is yours.
That privilege lays within your heart and your mind to make a conscious choice in the way you wish to experience your power, your freedom and your world.
Making your choice
Will you bless, or choose to curse?
Will you take note of what is right and good, or build a temple to what is wrong or missing?
Will you trust in your power to make your world a more divine place, or will you give away your power to those who you think are better equipped to decide your well-being?
Will you love your neighbors, or find reasons to resent them?
Will you claim your divine inheritance, or will you point your finger at government and politics for living a life less fulfilling?
We are free my beloveds!!
So free indeed, that we could choose bondage.
One heart. One love.
Say it,
feel it,
believe it,
and I promise you, you will experience it.
In the Spirit of Love
Janet
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Don't Let Go of the Rope
You Just Might Be Lifted Up
I must have been 5 or 6 years old. During that summer we were visiting a mountain resort spot that had stables and offered guided horse back tours. I was drawn to the stables and a baby colt that had finally gotten steady on its feet. One day after a bit of pleading on my part the stable hand agreed to let me take the colt for a walk. The colt wasn’t so certain that it wanted to go for a “walk”. However after a lot of coaxing and tugging and tugging and coaxing the beautiful little colt followed me out the gate. The colt would take a few steps and stop, looking back at the stables for its mommy. I would coax and tug a bit on the rope and it would take a few more steps and stop. As we exited the corral gate, the stable hand yelled over to me “Just remember, don’t let go of the rope.”
"Okay", I nodded and off we went, Janet and the baby colt.
A little bit of heaven
As the stables faded from our site the journey became more fluid. The resort spot had a number of cabins and a little rustic market. There was an automobile size dirt path that made a big circle around the layout of the grounds, which to me, began and ended at the stables. I was happy and relaxed. I spent the entire time talking to the colt as if it were my best friend. The path was rocky, uneven and had a few pot holes which caused me to stumble a couple of times; however I never let go of the rope.
BoomBoom, Out Go the Lights
I was feeling quite proud of myself as we rounded the corner and the stables came back into sight. Without warning the colt began to run. I began to run. I began to shout “whoa little pony, whoa!” It ran faster. I ran faster. My grip on the rope tightened and I started pleading “whoa little pony, whoa!” It kept running and I tripped. Not good. I am now being drug down the dirth path by this beautiful little colt and all I could remember was “don’t let go of the rope.” After what seemed like an eternity and a really good beating from those ‘huge boulders’ in the road, I could not any longer hold on to the rope.
As I was deposited, in a cloud of dust right in front of the market, a nice man came out and scooped me up. The last thing I remember saying was, “I couldn’t hold on to the rope.”
When the Dust Settles
Now as I reflect on this event in my life, I am reminded how as adults we continue to “hold on to the rope” of limiting words and ideas that have formed a foundation of beliefs that have and continue to shape our lives today. Even when we are being ‘drug down’ the path of life and nothing feels good we hold on to that ‘rope’ as if it is all that we have and that it is our life line.
A "Life Line"?
Is your rope weaved with the threads of ‘I can’t’, ‘It won’t’, ‘I’m not’, ‘too hard’, ‘not enough’, ‘not in this lifetime’, ‘maybe someday’ and ‘yeah right’?
Is your rope a real "life line" or has it become your noose?
The Right Rope for the Right Job
It has taken me some time and a conscious effort to reshape my beliefs; however I now know that I have a new rope. My new rope lifts me up. It is anchored in the world of limitless possibilities. It is weaved with the threads of Empowerment, Unity, Love and Expansion. I trip sometimes; however I never let go of this rope. My rope is my "life line" to conscious hope and positive expectation.
Being Divine in 2009
With the dawning of a New Year, let's take a good look at the essence of our thoughts and beliefs. Let's choose to weave more of 'what we do want' in our lives and bit by bit replace those fibers of limitation with threads of possibilities. We can start with "That Was Easy."
In the Spirit of Love
Janet
I must have been 5 or 6 years old. During that summer we were visiting a mountain resort spot that had stables and offered guided horse back tours. I was drawn to the stables and a baby colt that had finally gotten steady on its feet. One day after a bit of pleading on my part the stable hand agreed to let me take the colt for a walk. The colt wasn’t so certain that it wanted to go for a “walk”. However after a lot of coaxing and tugging and tugging and coaxing the beautiful little colt followed me out the gate. The colt would take a few steps and stop, looking back at the stables for its mommy. I would coax and tug a bit on the rope and it would take a few more steps and stop. As we exited the corral gate, the stable hand yelled over to me “Just remember, don’t let go of the rope.”
"Okay", I nodded and off we went, Janet and the baby colt.
A little bit of heaven
As the stables faded from our site the journey became more fluid. The resort spot had a number of cabins and a little rustic market. There was an automobile size dirt path that made a big circle around the layout of the grounds, which to me, began and ended at the stables. I was happy and relaxed. I spent the entire time talking to the colt as if it were my best friend. The path was rocky, uneven and had a few pot holes which caused me to stumble a couple of times; however I never let go of the rope.
BoomBoom, Out Go the Lights
I was feeling quite proud of myself as we rounded the corner and the stables came back into sight. Without warning the colt began to run. I began to run. I began to shout “whoa little pony, whoa!” It ran faster. I ran faster. My grip on the rope tightened and I started pleading “whoa little pony, whoa!” It kept running and I tripped. Not good. I am now being drug down the dirth path by this beautiful little colt and all I could remember was “don’t let go of the rope.” After what seemed like an eternity and a really good beating from those ‘huge boulders’ in the road, I could not any longer hold on to the rope.
As I was deposited, in a cloud of dust right in front of the market, a nice man came out and scooped me up. The last thing I remember saying was, “I couldn’t hold on to the rope.”
When the Dust Settles
Now as I reflect on this event in my life, I am reminded how as adults we continue to “hold on to the rope” of limiting words and ideas that have formed a foundation of beliefs that have and continue to shape our lives today. Even when we are being ‘drug down’ the path of life and nothing feels good we hold on to that ‘rope’ as if it is all that we have and that it is our life line.
A "Life Line"?
Is your rope weaved with the threads of ‘I can’t’, ‘It won’t’, ‘I’m not’, ‘too hard’, ‘not enough’, ‘not in this lifetime’, ‘maybe someday’ and ‘yeah right’?
Is your rope a real "life line" or has it become your noose?
The Right Rope for the Right Job
It has taken me some time and a conscious effort to reshape my beliefs; however I now know that I have a new rope. My new rope lifts me up. It is anchored in the world of limitless possibilities. It is weaved with the threads of Empowerment, Unity, Love and Expansion. I trip sometimes; however I never let go of this rope. My rope is my "life line" to conscious hope and positive expectation.
Being Divine in 2009
With the dawning of a New Year, let's take a good look at the essence of our thoughts and beliefs. Let's choose to weave more of 'what we do want' in our lives and bit by bit replace those fibers of limitation with threads of possibilities. We can start with "That Was Easy."
In the Spirit of Love
Janet
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