Wild Card Day, Having Fun, Funny Honey

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WCD#08:

Having Fun

In a world in which anything is possible, what would you have happen?

I won’t tell you the answer to this because I don’t have it. Because the answer is yours…

What would you have happen if you could focus your attention upon something in your mind until you see it happen in reality?

What would you do with that power?

Do you even believe you have that power?

You do. You do have the power. You know you do because you use it all the time. You say you want the item at the store and you focus upon it until it is yours. You say you want the relationship or the job or the house and you get it.

As long as you focus upon the having of it rather than not having.

To continue to say you don’t have something will keep it from you. You must believe it is yours for it to be so. You must walk to the store, place the money on the counter and agree to buy the item before you take it home.

The same is true for the relationship, or the house, or the job, or whatever it is you let into your life. You go to the store, as it were, and choose the item you want out of the choices offered to you, and you make your best decision. The best lover, the best career, the best estate, the best car. At least, from those offered to you that you believe you can have.

Funny Honey

And so what if you do not believe you can have something?

Why do you make this claim?

What about you is not worthy or deserving of what you want? Why look at the clothing, the restaurant, the house that you cannot afford now, the dream career you haven’t started, the perfect mate you haven’t found, and believe it to be always out of your reach?

To believe it is always out of your reach will forever keep it there, out of your reach.

Funny how it sounds so easy to say, but it doesn’t amount to that in the day to day. Believe me, I am not master of this law of attraction stuff. Big shout out to Abraham Hicks for all the lessons in that. But I am still a student in a big way.

When you hear the idea enough and it starts to make more and more sense, then you see it in action and the more you do, the more it becomes not only easier to believe but impossible not to.

When you have an experience of a new thing, a newness, at first it excites and then it actualizes into your new version of reality. It forms your worldview anew. Sometimes no amount of words, written or spoken, will ever have the impact that new experience can have.

So it became impossible for me to deny that there wasn’t something huge about this law of attraction stuff. I just started seeing it all around me.

And I started to see the correlation of how I had been thinking about a certain subject and how it actually unfolded days, weeks, even months later. My expectations around things forged the type of results I would get.

It’s like intending to go to a four year college and knowing that precisely four years are used for school; then completing the degree and going out to begin the process again with the career search. You may expect the job fast and get it or believe it hard to find work and get that result. If that is your focus.

We do these types of things all the time. We set intentions, we plan timelines, we see results at the other end. And when our life unfolds that way, we are not surprised.

So why are we surprised when we are told that we can focus our thoughts on creating whatever future we want for ourselves? Why are some things held away from us by our own not believing we can have them?

We have separated ourselves from what we truly want in life by believing a myth that says we are unworthy of having all that we want.

Why be given the keys to the kingdom of heaven only to be locked out at the door by your own focus on not being worthy to pass through the gate?

Funny, honey, how this post was inspired before your calls by a couple simple words you said: “Funny, honey.”

That’s enough for now. More to come.

 

Thanks for reading.

 

Please comment and share if this post spoke to you in any way.

Blessings to you all,

Matthew

Following My Guides, Heading Towards the Music

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WCD#07:

Life Takes Anew

Um, I’m a bit frazzled to be honest.

Letting it go.

Plans change last minute.

I thought I was going to write about one thing tonight. But another matter has just taken precedence.

I am wanting a page for my site featuring my music. I have one song in particular that I was about to have ready to share. Turns out there is some major need to change the album art.

Unfortunately, it’s already distributed and the art cannot be changed. I’ve got to cancel and resubmit in the coming days. Which means delays. I’m assuming God has reasons for this….

Now I’ve got to make the page, create new album cover art, and redo my online distribution. I’ll never get it all done tonight. But I’d rather use my blogging time tonight instead for at least beginning the process of solving my music quandary.

So that’s it, I guess. Next week’s Wild Card will prove to be far more interesting, I am sure.

 

Thanks for reading, anyways. Comment if you’re really bored…

Blessings to you,

Matthew

My Phoenix Journey, Burning the Old and Birthing the New

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WCD#06:

—My Phoenix Journey—

 

Phoenix Burning

It is a purging
Energy cleansing
Releasing old ties
Purifying system
Trusting what comes
Believing what can happen
All possibles real
When starting anew
God always with me
Create as I choose
The heavens are listening
Rains pour white love
Catching from above
Mountains sifting
And silently dewing
Earnest newness
Of God’s renewness

Phoenix Birthing

Sleeping, holding
And always choosing
Burning fastly
New and renewing
Steady now
Young fire bird
All forms changing
Nothing new here
All of my life
Keeping still
Desperately holding
My own self-limiting
Beliefs…
Phoenix burning
Restart, renew
Stepping out of
Smoken ashes
Standing tall
Standing new

 

Please leave comments and share.

Thank you for reading.

 

Blessings to you all,

Matthew

Please Help Me Invoke the Grid of Light Around the Earth

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WCD#04:

The Grid of Light

I’ve been thinking about this idea for some time.

It initially began as an idea for a vlog that would describe the following meditation or intention.

To focus on a healing energy that we can all co-create with and together change the world.

The Grid of Light. To dispel the Matrix of Fear.

Without further ado…

Today’s wild card is…..!

Word Art Soul Connection black text over sun in blue sky photo. Subtitle Sunday Theme: Spirituality and transformation.

Please Help Me Invoke the Grid of Light All Around the Earth

Today we are going to be co-creating a force of major healing for our Earth and all who dwell on this amazing planet.

We are going to call upon our own transformation. Our own evolution.

I enjoy Sci-Fi, so I visualize scenes from Independence Day or some movie with alien invasion.

But instead of hostile aliens coming to destroy our world….

We have entities of light, beings of light, aliens who are beneficial and loving.

Instead of cannons and guns and lasers and rockets…

These friendly alien beings have a powerful technology: the Light!

Their ships are made of light. Their fuel is light. Their weaponry, if you could call it that, is made of light and shines only light.

Even their physical forms are made of light.

The brightest light there is.

All these beings are immersed in the light and live the light and are the light.

They are the Galactic Federation of Light.

They are Andromedans, Arcturians, Pleiadians, Sirians, Orions, et al.

They have come from the deepest reaches of space.

They arrive on their battleships. Battleships of light.

Armed with cannons of light.

Spaceships of all kinds, arriving all around the Earth. Battalions and legions and swarms of ships of light.

Surrounding the Earth with an armada of light ships.

There are other light beings and entities.

They are angels. They are archangels.

Michael, Raphael, Uriel, Chamuel, Zadkiel, Jophiel, Gabriel.

Sandalphon.

Metatron.

And more.

There are ascended masters.

Jesus. Mary. St. Germain. Melchizedek. Merlin. Buddha. Ganesha. Lady Isis. Kwan Yin. Maitreya. And others, many others.

Lord Ashtar, ascended master and head of the Galactic Federation of light, leads the multitudes.

All beings of light, come to surround the Earth in their multitudes.

Hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands. Hundreds of thousands.

Millions and billions of light beings from across the universe, across the galaxy.

All come to bear on the planet Earth.

From all of their hearts, from all of their ships, from all of their cannons pours an infinite and powerful light.

The Light.

A golden, white light.

This light is love. It is healing. It is purity. It is peace.

The light builds and expands.

A grid is set forth, by all the ships, all the angels, all the beings of light.

A grid of light is formed.

This grid connects all the beings of light. This grid encompasses the space around the Earth.

This grid touches the face of the Earth. The grid surrounds and covers the Earth. The grid passes through and fills the Earth.

This Grid of Light

It dispels the darkness that is fear.

The matrix of fear.

This fear matrix is heavy and dense upon the Earth.

It lurks and creeps in all places it can reach.

It touches everyone and everything, this fear.

The matrix of fear that deceives, that controls, that manipulates the masses.

This fear that is ancient and new. That has been passed down and recreated. That finds its own modern manifestations.

Manifestations born in fear are fearful.

The means for our own destruction were born in fear.

It is time to heal the fear. To lift it, to cleanse it, to bring it into the light.

The Galactic Federation of Light and the angels and the masters and all beings and entities of light and healing surround the Earth.

They co-create this grid of light.

This grid of light that coats and fills the Earth.

This grid of light that dispels the matrix of fear.

The light covers America, North and South, and Europe, the Middle East and Asia. Africa and Australia, and India and the Pacific.

The grid of light touches every place. All cities from New York to Los Angeles. From London to Madrid. From Berlin to Rome. From Moscow to Beijing. From Mumbai to Baghdad. From Egypt to Cape Town. From Rio to Sydney.

This light touches everything. The trees and the streets and the buildings and the parks and the ball fields and the malls and the museums and the theaters and the bars and the courts and the churches and the schools.

This light touches all life. Animals, plants, insects, people. Your friends, your family, your loved ones, your children. Your teachers, your doctors, your bosses and your peers.

This light coats and covers the Earth and penetrates and fills the Earth.

And everywhere it goes it dispels the darkness, the matrix of fear.

The fear cannot exist where the light shines.

All creations born in fear are being penetrated by this light.

Transformed, healed, renewed.

All institutions, all things, all creations born in fear are being worked on to lift them to new heights. To bring them into the light.

The light continues to infuse with all things, everything here on Earth.

The Galactic Federation of Light, the angels and archangels, the ascended masters and all the company of heaven are surrounding the Earth, co-creating this Grid of Light.

This healing, transformative power that is the glory of this time on Earth.

Together we can all assist this process

Please do this meditation with me. Think of this grid of light, of these beings of light.

Add your intention and your energy to the co-creation of this process.

Join with me and with more and more light workers assisting this process.

Think of this as often as you can. Remember it daily if you will. Take five seconds, five minutes, an hour, however long you wish to remember this Grid of Light.

Feel the power of the light.

Be healed by the light.

See the world in healing.

See all Earthly creation bathed in golden, healing, white light.

Thank you, God.

 

Please comment and add more energy to this process. I can update the post to include your favorite masters or angels or other light beings.

And do share with friends and lights workers who can assist in this process of transformation.

Continue to meditate on it often, as much as you can and whenever you can.

Together our light can transform the world.

 

Thank you, all.

Many blessings be to you all.

Matthew

Wild Card Adventure: The Mountain in the Clouds, Part 7

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WCD#04:

Gimme More Story

Second verse, same as the first!

I am repeating last week’s wild card theme because, man oh man, I am excited to find out what happens next.

Today’s wild card is…..!

Word Art Epic Adventures glowing orange text over cloudy mountain background illustration, subtext Thursday Theme: What follows is a fictional account

Read Part One First

The Mountain in the Clouds, Part Seven

There it was.

A stone wall.

I risked my life almost drowning in the watery passage that brought me here. And I followed the endless sconces along the walls of this stone tunnel. And for this?

A dead end.

The old man did warn me, I suppose. Why didn’t I listen to him?

In any case I was worn out so I took a seat on the floor, back to the wall. It was cold, as expected. And hard against my spine and sits bones. But it was a relief to have time to pause and recenter my energy.

Maybe it’s something about almost drowning that takes it out of you. Or this endless trial I set myself upon. What was it even about again?

I tried to remember how it started. How I was flown into a magnificent city in the mountains, high above the clouds. How a winged woman asked if I wanted to complete seven trials as part of some ascension process. How she brought me to the start of this labyrinthine hedge maze. And how I asked the three people for their help in solving the puzzle to reach the center.

To what end? What was at the center of the maze? What was it? My host said something about discernment, right?

Discernment. What does that mean to me? Well, I can discern that I am at the end of a long tunnel that goes nowhere. I can discern that I almost died underwater on the way here. I can discern that the old man was odd, but friendly, and he seemed… yes, he did seem truthful. I did get that sense.

So why did I ignore his advice to stay out of this passage? If he wasn’t lying, then…

Aha!

It struck me then what the point of all this was again. It was about discerning who was telling the truth and who was lying.

I was going on the tip of the first man, the farmer who told me that his father saw a secret tunnel near a square pool, and that it led all the way to the center. I accepted this advice with caution at first, but when I saw the evidence of the tunnel in the pool itself, I was convinced.

Was I completely wrong about it? Did I want to believe the first man because it suited me? What about the other man? Or the woman? Which one did I truly believe?

The third man, the lovelorn treasure hunter, had told me that he already found the center of this place and that the treasure was taken. But I didn’t even know if there was a treasure in here, or if that’s what my host wanted me to find. My host never asked for a treasure.

I went with the thought that if my host wanted me to enter the labyrinth, there must be a reason. So I discounted the treasure hunter’s story as a distraction. And I just didn’t believe him, so that aside…

What about the woman? Well, that was an interesting conversation. She told me that the maze was an illusion. And so what if I were in a magical testing ground? What am I supposed to do with her advice? I can’t just walk through walls, can I?

Can I?

It struck me that it hadn’t occurred to me to try. All this time I have been following the rules I knew. I walk through the spaces I find empty before me, around walls and through doors. I never thought I could just… what if I just tried it?

Feeling some resolve, I got quickly to my feet. I paused, took a deep breath, then walked forward confidently towards the stone wall before me.

Ouch.

Um, no that still felt like stone. Definitely not an illusion.

Or was it a matter of how much I believed it? If I really focused on the wall not being there, maybe the illusion would lose its power over me and I could pass.

So I clapped my hands together and rubbed them briskly. Then I tapped my fingers to the sides of my head near my temples and closed my eyes. I concentrated really hard on letting go the need to believe that this stone wall were as solid as it looked. I visualized it becoming an open doorway that would let me pass through it with ease. I thought and thought really hard about it for some time, squeezing my eyelids shut so tight. Then I reached out.

It was still there. The wall was still there. Damn.

Part of me wondered if I lost the belief in it as I reached out my hands. The slow, tentative movement I made must have given away my doubts in the illusion. So the wall felt as permanent as ever.

The other part of me thought maybe this was all a ridiculous waste of time. Maybe the woman was lying herself. Maybe this place really was quite solid and real.

Yet why could I not shake the feeling that she was telling me the truth? I just didn’t know what to do with it, but it felt like she meant what she said. Every word.

It reminded me of the old man. I got the same sense from him. That he spoke truth and meant every word he said.

Still, I just didn’t know how that helped me now. Maybe I can see the truth of their statements and the lies of the others. But what now? I am here, stuck at the end of the tunnel. Do I really need to swim back through that passage and show my face at the other end? Even if I made it back again, which I had some doubts about…

I was pacing back and forth and gesticulating about as I mused through my thoughts and didn’t really think about where I was. I had completely let go of the idea of the maze or the illusion or having any control over it whatsoever.

So I can tell you I was quite surprised when I came back to my senses. As I looked down, I saw my hand sticking out from the stone wall. From the inside.

Come to find out I had paced myself straight into the illusion of the wall and turned to face the tunnel behind me.

So it was an illusion! Why did it let me through now? I wasn’t even thinking about it anymore.

I was so excited to discover this secret. I felt like I now had the skeleton key to the maze, like I could go anywhere from here on. If it were all an illusion, nothing should stop me.

So I turned back into the where the wall had been to see what lay beyond it. Beyond the illusion of the dead end.

And I saw it hurtling towards me. A large spinning wheel of spikes. It filled the passage in front of me and screamed along the walls, shooting sparks into the dim corridor.

I completely panicked and began running back the way I had come, back towards the water.

Then I stopped myself.

Wait, if I now knew that the maze was an illusion, then so must be this deadly trap.

Though it did seem quite a risk to take in order to test my brand new theory. It was a matter of life or death now. Do I get skewered or do I master this place once and for all?

My animal instinct said, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

It was hard to ignore.

But I did ignore it. I knew that I had come this far and that I seemed to be having great luck. I also felt that I had to prove that I was understanding the lesson in this challenge. The lesson is to be in my discernment. And if I may discern that the old man and the woman outside the maze were both speaking from truth, than I may believe both his warning of the danger and her knowledge of the illusion.

So I braced myself. My heart pumped a million beats per second. My whole body tensed in anticipation of the impact. I couldn’t keep my eyes closed and winced at the terrifying shriek of the trap careening towards me.

And when it got so close that the noise overwhelmed me and wanted to make me jump through the walls for safety…

Then it just passed right through me like an invisible thing.

I couldn’t congratulate myself more right then. I had passed the test.

And then I dropped through the floor. I started tumbling through a void. There was nothing there, no form or light or color at all. Just me, falling.

Ok, I thought, I get it. If it’s all illusion then none of it is here and now I am falling out of the illusion. I get the lesson. Now this has gone too far. Give me something to stand on, at least.

And so I landed. Strangely, it didn’t hurt. It felt more like the ground materialized under me because I asked for it, rather than what it might have seemed, that I fell from a great height and hit the bottom. I just landed in an easy standing position in the grass.

I noticed quickly that I was back in the maze. But I was in a new part of it that I had not seen before. There were hedge walls towering all around me, but there was also a spaciousness to this place. The hedges were fashioned more like a design than a puzzle, as if it were a garden on a nobleman’s estate.

As I turned I got more confirmation of the specialness of this place. It was a beautifully landscaped cloister, with beds of of flowers and groves of trees all around it. Everything looked fashioned after the gardens of the gods themselves. Marble columns and stone structures were built here and there, with vines of ancient wisteria lifting up and upon them, their multitudes of flowers draping off the edges. The sweet smell of lilac filled the air, and I located several bushes of them in blue and purple and pink.

Then I saw the chest. In the middle of the cloister was a mound of earth raised up like a square altar. On top of the mound was a gilded chest, ornately carved with detailed craftsmanship.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I hastened over, climbed up on the mount and lifted the lid on the chest. It was more heavy then I could have imagined and it took me some effort.

At last, I had it open and peered inside.

Nothing.

Great. Another trick. Was this, too, an illusion?

My only guess what that it was. But was it an illusion that the chest was empty or an illusion that there should be a treasure chest at all?

My thoughts were interrupted by a slow, steady clapping from behind me.

“Very well done,” said a familiar voice. I turned to see the old man in the brown robes, the self-declared heart of the maze.

“What is this?” I asked him, pointing at the empty chest.

“You see it as well as I do,” said the maze’s heart.

“Yes, it’s an empty chest. Why did I work so hard to get here only to find an empty chest?”

“Did you work that hard?” asked the old man. The question irritated me to no end.

“Give me a break! I went where many dare not. I chased your pet cockatrice, almost drowned in the water, and braved the spike trap that could have killed me… and you think it was easy?”

“Aha, you assume much, young man,” he chided me. “I didn’t say you did it the easy way. But did you really work that hard? Those on the outside already told you what to expect. I told you as well. And you didn’t have to fight anything or build any castles. I just mean to point out that you really did not have it that hard.”

“Ok, old man, I see what your saying. But I’m still mad about the threats to my life. So you’re the heart of this place. What does that mean? You built it? Why make it like this?”

“So that people like you may find their own way. I cannot tell you. No one can tell you your way but you. That is why you must be in your discernment. You must decide what is true for your life, and what choices you must make in your truth. You cannot be misled or discouraged by the words of others. That even included me. So I compliment you on not taking my advice earlier.” He winked then. “But I still think you were stupid not to.”

“What was I supposed to do? Just sit there and chat with you?”

“Yes, you could have. Did it ever occur to you to just be, just let it be? Sit down with one who knows, who is trying to help you, and who may impart some new awareness that may benefit your life? You didn’t even ask me the right questions.”

“Alright, old man. So let me ask. What is your name?”

“You already asked me that. I told you my answer. But for fun, why don’t you just call me The Hermit.”

“Ok, Hermit, whatever. What brought you to be here?”

“It was my choice.”

“Why? What was so bad in your life to choose to live here?”

“I didn’t say anything was bad in my life.”

“Then why live here? What was your purpose in coming here?”

“My purpose was to do what I do best. That is why I live here. To do what I am meant to do.”

“And what is that? What are you meant to do, what do you do best?”

“I have conversations with confused travelers.”

I grumbled and cast my arms to my sides. I felt like I was getting nowhere again with this guy.

“I can see you are frustrated,” said The Hermit. “It may be hard for you to understand me from your perspective. I get that.”

“So what is it, then? Why did you say you were the heart of the maze? Am I supposed to take you out of the maze?”

“I am the heart of the maze, as I told you. That means that this place was built by me. By my love for all life. My heart went into this place. It is a testing ground for those like yourself. Those who are lifting themselves to new heights. Heights that I may perceive but you must learn. And you all must learn in your own ways, from the places you are when you enter.”

“You say all. Are there others? Have there been others to succeed? You only told me about the failures.”

“Many did fail. And some succeeded. Those who brought you here, the winged ones. Some of them are among the victors.”

“Are you saying I will grow wings from after this?”

The old man showed signs of his jovial nature again, letting out an amused guffaw. “If you want wings, that may be possible. But knowing you, you’d likely disregard them and do it you own way.”

“I did that, yes. I ignored your advice to stay out of the passage. But would I have otherwise learned what I did, had I not gone?”

“Perhaps. There are many ways to learn. You found the one you needed at the time.” The Hermit squinted his eyes at me and asked, “So now, what will you do? Will you take me prisoner? Lead me out of my home, to give to your host as a prize for your triumph in here?”

I paused for a moment, thinking his question odd. When he first told me who he was and that I would need to kidnap him from the maze, I felt a moral dilemma in the thought of actually doing it. Now, it was more like a feeling that it wasn’t the truth.

“Wait,” I started to realize something. The Hermit looked on with some excitement in his eyes. I continued, “The winged woman who brought me to this challenge asked me to find the center of the maze and bring back what I found there. But she never said anything about what it was, or that I should find the heart.”

I thought longer. Then I remembered…

“You were the one who told me about the heart of the maze… Why, why deceive me?”

“I had no malicious intent,” begged The Hermit, offering open palms in supplication. “I told you the truth.”

“Yes, you told me the truth. But you asked leading questions,” I scolded him.

He shrugged, “Matter of perspective. Questions are not truths. I played my part.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” I said. “It was my choice what I did with your words.”

“Exactly. That is why it is so imperative to be in your discernment. You must decide what is true and you must decide how to act on that knowing. That is all this is about.”

“So there is nothing here, then. No treasure to bring back?”

“Who said anything about a treasure?” said the old man, flabbergasted. “Anyways, what better prize can you have than being able to discern the truth for the rest of your life?”

“Then for that, I thank you,” said I, sincerely.

“I think it’s time you are going, now,” said The Hermit and before I knew it or could even respond, the world was swirling before my vision again.

When I came out of the spell I found myself back in the city in the mountain in the clouds. And my friend was there on the edge of the plaza with a dozen winged people. And the woman who had led me into the challenge, my host, was there before me smiling broadly.

“Welcome back, traveler,” she said. “What have you brought me?”

“I have brought nothing. I found only an old man and his bird.”

“Then what have you learned?”

“I learned that I can be discerning about what is true and how to act on it.”

“Then who was telling the truth?”

I thought about this one another minute, then had my answer.

“They all were.”

She seemed surprised by my answer.

“In a way, they all were telling some version of truth, as they saw it. Or parts of their accounts were true. But the only one I believed completely was the woman. Even though it was hard to know what to do with her advice… I may have discounted it at first. But when she spoke it felt as though she meant to tell me the truth and not mislead me. Just like the old man in the maze. They spoke with the intention to be truthful. No manipulations or lies. It was only up to me to decide whether I believed any of them or not.”

“So you have learned a powerful lesson. You know that you can be in discernment and that you can be a truth seeker.”

“Yes, I suppose I have learned that.”

“Then you have passed the first trial. And you may rest for now.”

She nodded to one of the attendants, “Show the traveler to his quarters for some rest and see that he gets all he needs.”

A woman nodded and came to my side to escort me away.

Good. I was looking forward to a little rest after that.

A voice inside grumbled the thoughts I didn’t want to hear: Rest? You’re going to need it where you’re going.

Great.

READ PART EIGHT

Please leave comments on what you learned from this first trial. And share with friends who may enjoy the story, too.

Thanks for reading. See you next time.

Blessings to you all.

Matthew

Wild Card Adventure: The Moutain in the Clouds, Part 5

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WCD#03:

I know where I am wanting to go

I have been enjoying writing my blog these past few weeks. I have been enjoying it tremendously.

What I have been enjoying most of all is one particular strain of writing. I am enjoying it so much I do not want to stop writing it, or wait for next Thursday to come back around to do it.

So I built this Friday theme, my Wild Card Day, with the intention to do whatever I want, whatever I feel called to, even if it repeats a week’s theme.

My girlfriend also asked for more of the story, and that was my cue to just go ahead and follow my gut instinct. So I will keep writing the story.

Today’s wild card is…..!

Word Art Epic Adventures glowing orange text over cloudy mountain background illustration, subtext Thursday Theme: What follows is a fictional account

Read Part One First

The Mountain in the Clouds, Part Five


I crossed the threshold.

Forget that, I crossed the threshold long ago. I think it was when I was flown into the tallest chain of mountains known in all the land. Flown to a city of winged people living high in the clouds. Transported from there to some challenge of my discernment where I am told to find the center of this labyrinthine hedge maze and bring back what I have found.

But if none of that stuff counts as the threshold, then this was certainly it. Standing there in the middle of the maze with an old man who seemed to be at home there. An old man who asked if I might be willing to abduct him for the maze to present my prize to my winged host. A strange old man and his cockatrice companion who had followed us, then hunkered down beside the square pool for a sip of water.

The square pool that the first man outside the maze, the farmer, told me to find in order to progress. This was where I am to find the tunnel leading to the heart of the maze.

And then there is this old man telling me that he is the heart of the maze.

“Are you hungry?” the old man asked me.

“Uh, no. Not particularly. I wasn’t even thinking about food,” I answered.

“Well I was. I’m famished.”

The man gathered his robes and sat down. Only there wasn’t a chair. He just sat in the middle of the air, as if there were something very solid under him.

Then he pulled something out of one of his sleeves. He unwrapped it and began eating. I could tell then that it was a snorthog sausage on a pepperbread roll. Where did he pull that tasty snack from? My mouth watered.

“You sure you don’t want one?” he pressed me. “I’ve got extra.”

This time my stomach wouldn’t let me resist. “Yea, I guess I am a little hungry. Thanks.”

He pulled out another wrapped sausage and passed it to me. I was a bit embarrassed by how quickly I uncovered the food and devoured it. The meat was perfectly cooked, too. And the roll was soft and well spiced.

“Want another?”

“No,” I replied, wiping my mouth. “No, thank you, I am much better now. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

A small tugging in my gut asked if I might be taking his kind offering too hastily. I didn’t know this guy after all, why was he giving me food? Is it safe?

A second tugging came after, which felt like more of a knowing. It told me, nah, don’t worry about it, the man is harmless and honestly just trying to sate my hunger.

I went with that one. The second intuition felt right.

“Suit yourself,” the strange man said, pulling out yet another serving of sausage for himself.

I shook myself out of the moment.

“So what’s this you were saying about you being the heart of the maze? I don’t understand. Why would I be sent here to find you?”

The man in the brown robes looked at me with a mouthful of juicy sausage lodged in his teeth, half hanging off his dried lips. He made no efforts to hasten his eating and continued chewing for a few moments.

Then he said, “You still haven’t figured that out? Yea, what was I expecting? Nobody ever figures it. I told you, I am the heart of the maze. But I asked you some questions earlier, myself. Questions you never answered. What do you plan on doing now? Now that you’ve found me? Now that you’ve found the heart of the maze?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t know what to do. I know I was looking for the heart of the maze, but I didn’t expect it to be well, uh, you. I didn’t expect this at all.”

“Tell, me, did you expect any of this today?”

“Truth be told, no. I didn’t have any expectations coming into this. It’s all be given to me to experience. I didn’t choose any of it.”

The man furrowed his brow at me, “You didn’t choose any of it?”

“Well, I guess I did choose to accept the challenge. When I was asked to complete seven trials, I said yes.”

“Yes, it that all?”

“I chose the questions I asked of the three people outside the maze.”

“And?”

“And I chose whom I believed and whom I didn’t. I’ll beat you to the next one. I chose to walk into the maze, even with all I had been told, even knowing nothing of what to expect inside. And I chose to go left.”

“Good, I appreciate you catching on. What else did you choose, once you were in the labyrinth?”

I thought for a moment. “Well, I chose to rest after my initial walk. I sat down and rubbed my feet. Then your feathered friend over there,” I gestured towards the cockatrice. “He came by and I chose to follow him. And you. I chose to follow you.”

“And you chose to eat some of my food. Ah, now that we are caught up I will let you in on a secret. You shouldn’t have eaten my food.”

That nudging in my gut came back strong and I began to reel on the inside, thinking how I might find a way to throw the food back up. I felt queasy and sick, even terrified that I might have been poisoned and may soon be dying a painful death.

“Hahaha,” cackled the man sickly. “Sorry, just joking with you there. Hope I didn’t scare you too much.”

“Not at all,” I said trying to hold back the puking sensation building within me.

“I know, dirty trick, huh. Old man’s got to get his jollies somewhere. Not that I have a lot of conversation on this side of the hedges. Did you enjoy the snorthog, anyway?”

My stomach began to settle and I tried to ignore the sweat that had pooled up on temples.

“Yea, the snorthog was delicious, thank you. Uh, whom may I thank by the way?”

“Name? Oh, yea. Um, that’s not important.”

“What do you mean, it’s not important?” I balked. “A name is who you are. It’s your life, your identity.”

“Not really,” the old man said.

“Well I disagree.”

He sighed and continued, “A name is just a label for what you think you are. The form you are in, the shape you take in this life. You just believe it because it feels so real. Your name is just what you call yourself this time. It is not your true identity. It’s not your true essence.”

“Then what is?” I asked.

The man seemed impatient with me, as if I wasn’t getting some lesson that should be plain to see.

“Look, I’m not here to give you a course in spirituality,” said the old man with no name. “You can believe what you want to believe. That doesn’t change what is.”

‘What is.’ That’s good, I thought. ‘What is’ is making no sense to me right now.

“You said a minute ago that you don’t have much conversation on this side of the hedges. Do you mean that you have not always been living here, in this maze?”

“You are astute, I will give you that. And you are correct. I have not always lived in here.”

“Then why are you here? How long have you been here?”

The man looked skyward as if trying to recollect something.

“Ah, how long, I don’t know. It seems eternity to me now. I even forget my old life. And the people I used to know.”

Then he jolted, as if snapping out of some reverie he didn’t want.

“Anyways, that’s the past. I left it behind. I detached from it. Not important to me anymore. Not here and now where I am, doing this.”

“And what is it that you are doing here and now?” I inquired, feeling like this was going nowhere.

“Why being the heart of the maze, of course!”

My brain began to spin. This conversation was going in circles.

The old man in the brown robes who was sitting in the air as firmly as if he sat on solid wood began laughing again.

“I know, right?” he said. “I’m infuriating to talk to. That in a way is part of my purpose.”

His purpose.

Ok, time for me to think. Talking was getting me nowhere with him anyways.

“Let me think a minute,” I told him as I turned to find a place to sit comfortably.

“By all means. Understandable. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

After getting adjusted to my seat on the ground, I turned to see the old man now lying fully reclined on his back, as if he were swinging in a hammock. But the hammock was thin air.

Ok, get a grip, I began thinking. This shouldn’t be surprising. Not after all I have seen and done so far. He likes to sit and lie down in the air. That’s fair. If I could do that, I would be doing the same thing. What a nice, convenient skill that must be to have.

Now, on to my mystery. Who was this old man, this supposed heart of the maze? Why did he leave his old life behind in order to dwell in this confusing place of shrubbery and magic and giant mythical birds? What was his purpose here?

I recanted also my journey so far. I recalled being told by the two men outside the gate that this maze was dangerous, even deadly. Yet so far nothing has threatened my life or even caused me harm. In fact, it seemed that everything was actually working in my favor and trying to help me.

And about the woman. She told me that the maze is an illusion. So I would ask her: explain the bird and the old man. And the snorthog sausage I ate. How could all that be an illusion?

Then the task I was given by the winged woman…

Why was I sent in here to find the center of the maze? What was I to find there? What did I need to do with it? Did I even know?

I had so many stories and thoughts of this place running in my head and none of them wanted to coalesce clearly in my mind.

Then I had an “aha” moment.

I think I’ve got it.

The man is the heart of the maze. No, really, I feel like this makes sense. The man himself is the heart of this place. His old life is the world outside before he came here to be the heart. He is the life that creates this place. No wonder it all seems to respond to him so easily.

As to why he does it? It is task to be here for people like me to come along and try to figure out this challenge. To see clearly the truth of the matter and solve the puzzle.

And the three outside? I still don’t know who was lying or telling the truth, but the answers are all here, on the inside of the maze.

And there was one way to figure it out.

I planned to walk straight to the middle of the place. Straight down the path laid before me. The secret tunnel.

The secret tunnel that lay just beyond the cockatrice. It was in the pool. I could see it now. The pool led below the ground into a secret, watery tunnel!

That’s it!

Now to get on my way and finish this!

READ PART SIX

As always, thank you for reading. Please comment and share if you liked it.

Blessings to you all,

Matthew

This Is a Big Topic, How the Hell Should We Get Into It?

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WCD#02:

This Is a Big Topic

Hell and damnation.

Whew. Just saying it feels huge and important.

I read that the pope may or may not have said that there is no hell.

Wow, that’s big, too.

I was raised in the Roman Catholic tradition, so I know what it can be like. Mine was not the strictest sense of the upbringing. I mean I never had nuns hitting the backs of my hand in a private school or anything…

And I do not currently adhere to a Roman Catholic life, though my religious childhood is still a part of me. It’s also been a large filter or lens through which I have viewed the world and religion in a general way.

But I have explored and have enough understanding of various religions and spiritual traditions to understand a thing or two about hell.

So I can tell you that, when I hear that the pope may be recanting thousands of years of structured religious doctrine in a belief in a God-made place of hell and damnation for doing wrong in life…

I can tell you that that is huge.

What is hell all about anyway?

Really?

I mean, you tell me. Why does God need hell?

Hmm?

Does a place like hell really teach a soul a lesson?

Perhaps. In a way, perhaps.

Does it need to be a burning lake of fire for eternity?

Anyone’s guess. No one’s ever come back…

I think hell is a place we make in our own lives. In our own minds.

Addictions. Despair. Hate. Jealousy. War.

We make these hells in our own private minds. And if we get really in depth, we share that hell with others around us. Maybe even lots others.

Our hell can spread like a virus to others in our world, and the collective hell that can be unleashed has proven to have some famous and catastrophic results.

Never Forget

World War II for example.

Another interesting tidbit I just read is that more and more people are not familiar with the tragedy of the Holocaust.

How can such a massive hell on Earth be forgotten? Such a shared collective of hate and tragedy and all manner of wickedness that humans enacted on their fellows in flesh.

How could a God want to make any more gruesome a place than that which humankind had already learned how to make for itself?

Hell is where we have taken ourselves and our world. It is time to recognize the hell we create in our own lives, even in our day to day.

What thoughts and feelings are you obsessed with that do not serve you? Self-remorse? Hate towards another? War against your perceived adversary? Addiction to a thing, a choice, a way of life?

What you do to yourself affects the world around you. In a way what you do to yourself you do to all.

To heal the self can also heal all. As you stop creating your own hell, you do not contribute to the global energy of hell on earth.

So how do you contribute to the perceived global crisis many are feeling that all is not well?

By beginning to recognize the hell for what it is. To work on your viewpoint of things, first. To choose new ways of seeing the world. To embrace new thoughts, feelings, and actions that are not aligned to the nature of hell.

And that is know that there is a light that shines above hell that will guide you out.

High above hell.

All Is Not Lost

Knowing that your mind can create your own hell can begin the process of healing your mind and your hell.

Knowing that there is light and love and wisdom and truth that shines high above the dark depths of hell can guide you out and into the realm you may call heaven.

Heaven can be a place on earth, a place you can create. As humans have co-created hells on earth, you can likewise create heavens. And you have and you do all the time.

And you will do more

You will create many kingdoms of heaven. And they will be on this earth and of this earth and for this earth.

And when your fellows witness you doing so, they will be able to follow your example.

The realm of mankind is merging with the light.

The darkness and hellishness will be left behind in the light.

The light clears and transforms the dark shapes and memories.

The light blesses all that it sees and touches.

The light clears the web of fear that overrides your senses.

Fear. Hate. Envy. Deceit. War.

These forces of hellish darkness are having their death throes.

The world is thrashing about as an addict in withdrawal.

For you have been addicted to the wars and the hells.

It is like a drug that administers to your souls and you keep taking it because you cannot stop. You do not see the cure.

The cure is the light.

The love.

The peace.

Be at peace with yourselves and your neighbors.

Be the love and spread love in all that you do.

See with eyes of truth wherever the darkness is and reveal it into the light.

Heal it into the light.

Do not agree with the darkness.

Hell? Hell no!

Look, I made a hell in my own mind. I still remember how it felt. Unfortunately. Or maybe is has taught me something I needed to know.

Have you ever created a hellish way of looking at your life? Please reflect on this question, and if you are bold please share some of your efforts in overcoming your personal hell in the comments.

 

Pass this post to a friend if you liked it.

 

Thank you for reading.

Blessings to you all,

Matthew

Don’t Break an Egg, Things Aren’t Always What They Seem

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WCD#01:

Things Aren’t Always What They Seem

Things aren’t always what they seem.

That was the message that stood out to me today.

And it was told to me by a stranger.

A man I’ve never met before and will likely not see again.

A random encounter in a random parking lot.

I backed up into an empty slot next to where he was parked. I was not expecting to stay, only to have a view of the ATM I was trying to get to. I was driving quickly but efficiently and in my knowing that I was going to make the turn.

The man in his car was not so sure.

He honked at me.

You know, in the past, that may have startled me. It may have made me feel anxious about the driver’s possible feelings being expressed through the car horn. Was it anger, contempt, road rage? Would it escalate? Should I acknowledge?

No to all of it, I said to myself. I will not even be phased. I was not. I was not even phased in the least about the horn sound directed at me. Whatever the intention may have been on the man’s part. I didn’t even acknowledge the horn sound at all.

In fact I forgot it so fast I was surprised by what happened next.

What happened next?

The man rolled down his window and said in a calm, easy voice, “Things aren’t always what they seem.”

The comment befuddled me. In fact looking back I might have answered, “Duh.”

I didn’t say anything so he repeated himself, “Things aren’t always what they seem.”

So I had to ask, “What?”

He replied, “Just that I thought you were this close to hitting me. Things aren’t always what they seem, I guess. It was an optical illusion or something.”

I said, “Yea, no worries. I did back in kind of fast.”

I had known that I was not going to hit him. And he had a right to worry if it looked like I might. Yet I had remained in my calm, in my peace, in my knowing that all was well in the situation.

And like magic it soothed the whole thing.

It could have escalated. I could have flicked him off in anger for honking at me. Then he might have rolled down his window to curse me out. A shouting match could easily have broken out right then and there in that random parking lot.

But it didn’t. No shouting, no anger, no fingers or birds flying around. Just calm. And understanding. And ease. And peace.

What a great validation that my 30 day self-soothe practice is working, that it is leading me to experience my life differently. More soothed-like. Like everything just works out fine, even great.

In fact it also seems to be infectious. As I self-soothed so did another I encountered. The random stranger in his car also responded in a soothed manner. He was calm and easy rather than confrontational. So funny. So easy.

Don’t Break an Egg

The first and obvious title I began with was the main theme: “Things aren’t always what they seem.”

But when I asked my inner guidance to help title the post, some odd words came to mind.

“Don’t Break an Egg, Things Aren’t Always What They Seem”

At first I questioned the additional words since they were just so odd. So unexpected.

Still, I thought maybe there was something more to it and was convinced to write the title out just for fun, just to see what might happen. The words sounded interesting anyways. They were mysterious and open to interpretation. I like those features.

A moment later, I understood it. I began to know what the words indicated.

So here goes.

The impression I was given goes like this: If you have an egg, you know that it is fragile. You know that you do not want to crack it and break it and spill it. You know that the contents of the egg can be messy and challenging to clean up. And smelly. Eggs are handled with care, for they are precarious.

Situations that come up in life can be like that, can be like eggs. They can be precarious, for one false move and the delicate balance can be shattered. And there is often a mess inside the egg, the situation, and the only thing holding the mess in is liable to crack at any moment.

That’s if it is approached wrongly.

Instead of clumsily cracking the egg situation, it is possible to be more delicate and keep the mess from spilling out.

Like this occurrence today in the random parking lot. The egg was the perceived near-hit of a man’s car and the fear or anger he expressed at me with his horn.

Now, if I had responded in a certain way, too clumsy in my own feelings to see past and let it go, I could have cracked it right open and started a scene. I could have responded back at him in anger or fear and let the whole mess out of its shell.

Instead, I treated the situation like a delicate egg whose contents were not meant to spill out. I held it calmly and didn’t react hastily or clumsily. I simply let it be.

And the egg held steady. And instead of the mess spilling out, a new life was born. A life in which the stranger and I were at ease and did not have to have an altercation.

This was an egg worth hatching, not breaking.

Get it?

So don’t break the egg next time. And remember that things aren’t always what they seem.

Be easy.

 

Please remember to comment and share. Do you break eggs in your life that don’t need to be broken? How can you hold them more delicately?

Blessings to you all,

Matthew

DAY 27

 

 

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Day 26 of 30 Day Challenges

Word Art My 30 Day Blog Challenge and Self-Soothe Challenge over paper backgroundThe blog series in which I am completing my challenge from 30dayblogchallenge.com!

As well as a self-made challenge inspired by Abraham Hicks in which I self-soothe myself through negative emotion.

At the end of this 30 day journey I intend to be more fully on my life’s path, “all systems go.”

Challenge Progress Report

For 30 Day Blog Challenge, today’s lesson was about finding my tribe. Yes, I would love to do that. Find the community of readers and contributors, movers and shakers that I wish to be a part of. That is actually an essential part of writing this blog in the first place. Besides getting me writing and producing content, I want to attract and connect with the right community or tribe. So come on, I’m here. Find me.

As for the 30 Day Self-Soothe Challenge, I have had some great evidence of its effectiveness in the last day. Like this morning when I decided to get out of the left turn lane because I wanted to go straight. Well the cop that pulled me over didn’t seem to agree. But I was calm, not worried about any ticket or fine or trouble. I was not going to hassle the cop. And lo and behold, he let me off the ticket because he was in a spare car. I suppose didn’t have his ticket writing stuff. LMAO moment.

The above post was another example of my self-soothing journey leading me to more ease and less altercations in life. So satisfying to see.

Thank you for reading this far, again. Blessings to you.

Releasing the Baggage Associated with New Age Beliefs

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WCD#00:

Ok, My First Wild Card

Thursday’s weekly theme for my blog is just what it sounds. Anything goes. Any of the week’s themes may return for fun. That, or anything is possible.

Wild card. Here goes.

What to talk about? I have had many things on my mind. Hmm…

There is one that is rearing its head at the moment, so why don’t I go with that.

I have been thinking about the words “new age.” Why? Could you guess at all from reading any of my blog posts?

Well I don’t go around claiming to be new age. I certainly don’t intend in any way to act, dress, speak or think in ways that may be called new age. But I have a sense that from some perspectives my beliefs may line up with the ideas of new ageism,

So what?

Then I started thinking about it. So what? So what if I am perceived that way? What could that mean about me? Is there some sort of baggage associated with the words “new age” that some people may mistrust?

So what? I am not responsible for creating that baggage. Just because part of my culture gives me baggage about an idea, does not mean that I have to carry it or agree with it.

It’s very likely some people look at new age ideas as somehow froo froo or mystical, therefore unbelievable, therefore bunkus. Get what I mean? Like it’s all magic and hocus pocus whenever there is no scientific data to verify it.

Some people don’t want to talk about chakras, or crystals, or angels or energy, and so on. They don’t believe in those things, don’t want to put all their faith in forces unseen.

But they can be felt. Those energies can be felt and perceived. In many different ways. We all do it. We only have to believe we can. And hone in on the energies in the ways in which we can translate it best.

I know I can’t convince a doubter, that is not my task. I am here to write and to share. And so what if some people do not agree with these ideas? We all have the choice to focus on whatever ideas we wish. I will believe what resonates with me and I will do my best to adhere to profound lessons that so-called new age concepts abound in.

Lessons of love

I mean, what’s so bad about a new age? Does it hurt anyone? Maybe a bad seed here and there started a cult and did harm. That is not a lesson in love. That is not what I am seeking. Nor should you. You must use your discernment about what lesson you are getting.

Is it a lesson in hate and separation or a lesson of love and unity?

So what’s so bad about new age? Let me return the question.

What’s so good about the old age?

I mean, if we really are on the brink of a new age, maybe even entering it, maybe even having entered it already, I think that that would be incredibly amazing truth be told. I am not afraid of a new age. I am exhilarated. Because I believe that a new age, as we have collectively imagined it, would be fantastic and magical and beautiful. It would be all the things we want and more, if we allow it in.

Allow it in. Allow the new age. Allow the kingdom of heaven to be your experience in life. Allow God to recreate everything in perfection and in love.

What could possibly be wrong with that?

Bring it on!

Bring on the new age. Fast as possible. Now, let’s just dive right into it.

Why hang back here with the old forms. The traumas and fears and sorrows of the past? Of our collective human history? Of tragedy and war and holocaust. Why continue to carry all the baggage, only to recreate it time and again? Simply because our culture demands it.

We can change our culture. We can leave the bags behind. They will not be forgotten if they are dropped. They will be memorialized in their own ways. In our collective consciousness. But to carry the bags onward only burdens us now and into the future, as long as we don’t let go our grip.

We do not the need the pains of the past any longer. We do not need to hold on to misery and grief and hate and despair. We do not need malice and deceit. We do not need power for power’s sake. All of that will be taken care of, will be healed.

When love is the predominant energy of this reality, there will be no need for the negative to recreate itself anymore. There will be healing.

Right now the negative feeds on its own created reality. It is like a virus. It replicates when it is in charge.

It is time to break the cycle. It is time to shed the old skin. It is time for a rebirth. It is time for the new age.

What could be wrong with that?

The new age can bring glory heretofore unseen by the millions, or billions. The glory that has in times past only been seen by the few may now be felt and heard from on high by all.

That is the legacy of this time. It has been known. It has been expected. Why not embrace it as it is come to be?

That is all for now.

Blessings to you all.

Matthew

DAY 20

 

 

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Day 19 of 30 Day Challenges

Word Art My 30 Day Blog Challenge and Self-Soothe Challenge over paper backgroundThe blog series in which I am completing my challenge from 30dayblogchallenge.com!

As well as a self-made challenge inspired by Abraham Hicks in which I self-soothe myself through negative emotion.

At the end of this 30 day journey I intend to be more fully on my life’s path, “all systems go.”

Quicker check in every day

I am actually feeling done with this 30 day challenge series, as far as continuing to update about it. I am much more excited about taking the momentum I’ve got going and begin the task of doing the blog in the way I am intending.

Which is exciting.

But, for the sake of continuity…

Day 10’s blog challenge was about seeking inspiration and maintaining your motivation to keep creating content. It was suggested that if you keep writing, the readers who resonate with the words will find the blog.

Good. Let me keep going.

Day 19 since I began my writing and my 30 day self-soothe challenge. Bit of driving frustration reared its head as I mixed up directions, thinking I knew the way. Went too far the wrong way and had to double back. Ahh, well. No use getting overly mad about it. Not like I may have in the past.

Release the need to be in control.

Be easy.

Thank you for reading. Blessings.