Sunday, September 11, 2011

Remembering 911 - Faith and Doubt at Ground Zero

Where was God on 9/11?

I watched this remarkable special Frontline program on PBS a few nights ago. I was hoping it would be re-broadcast today, on the 10th anniversary of 9/11, but it is not on the schedule of my PBS station. However you can watch it online - here or at www.pbs.org.

It's a fascinating study of human nature, about how various people's faith / religion / spirituality was either damaged or strengthened by the events of 9/11. I found it both very interesting from a scholarly perspective, observing human nature, and very heartful and touching from the perspective of compassion. It is a two hour documentary - worth every minute, IMO. It takes a few minutes to load, but loaded a lot more quickly than I expected. Click on the picture or on the link below the picture. Open it up to full screen.


Watch the full episode
Blessings to all on this anniversary 9.11,
Shakura Cathryn
"We are travelers in a cosmic journey - star dust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. But the expressions of life are ephemeral, momentary, transient. Buddha once said "This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky." We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment, but it is transient. It is a little parenthesis in eternity. If we share with caring, light heartedness and love, we will create abundance and joy for each other. And then this moment will have been worthwhile." ~Deepak Chopra

Friday, August 19, 2011

Diverging Paths - Some Thoughts about Community

There are three major sources of Support, Wisdom, Love, Truth and Beauty in my life…. sources of Communion in the secular sense of the word. They are the Dances of Universal Peace, the Michael Teachings, and my own local  “home” community. And going on simultaneously in all three there have recently been very similar events taking place, all within the context of online communications via Yahoogroups, including a local yahoogroup that I moderate, a Ning community, and some overlapping activity in Facebook discussions. These three similar situations all involved one member who was communicating in ways that others found to be rude, abusive, arrogant and manipulative. The ones who were behaving in those ways also felt that they were “right” in what they said, and that the responses they received from others were – yes – rude, abusive, arrogant and manipulative. We are such mirrors for each other!

In all cases, the final outcome of the situations have been that the person perceived by others in the community to be behaving abusively had to be removed from those groups, because they refused to honor the requests from others for attitude adjustments, mediation, or simple good manners – the Golden Rule of treating others as one wishes to be treated.

It has been a challenge for those making the decisions to remove those persons from the groups because in all cases, the desire or goal of all three groups is the development of unity, cooperative community sharing, and the raising of consciousness. We are all practicing Agape to the best of our ability. So we are faced with the conundrum of how to treat one who is behaving like a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum, realizing that those persons are probably very unhappy, possibly psychologically damaged individuals who need healing, and the necessity – and indeed even the right – to protect ourselves and the extended family of our community – from further anger, hurt, disharmony, and emotional abuse.

One person used the analogy of having a nice party in your home, and in comes someone who starts fighting with your guests, yelling insults and denouncing or even threatening the other people there. In that case we would all most likely choose to escort that person to the door, in order to protect ourselves and our families from an abusive and perhaps even dangerous person.

Some people felt that those angry people should be allowed to continue to “rant on” in the name of freedom of speech. But what good would that do? It would simply bring everyone in the community into a state of disharmony and discomfort.

I believe we are called upon to love every being to the best of our ability. I believe that means we wish that person well, hoping they will find their way to being happier, more easy-going people, and we offer to help if they are open to being helped. I believe it’s appropriate to pray for those who are angry, belligerent and rudely abusive. That would be the practice of unconditional love. I don’t believe unconditional love means unconditional acceptance of all behaviors. I believe we have the right to remove abusive people from our homes, our families or our community groups, for the greater good of the whole.

Those who are behaving in ways that are damaging to others may not realize what they are doing, but they are, nevertheless, adult human beings, and free-will beings, who have made choices that have damaging consequences for themselves and others. They are responsible for their own choices, whether those choices were made consciously or unconsciously, based upon previous psychologically damaging events in their own personal history.

These days we are trying to behave in loving ways towards all people – but in practicing that goal, many of us have lost the ability to establish healthy boundaries around ourselves. It’s OK to say NO! I will not allow myself (family/community) to be treated abusively!

That is the reverse image in that mirror of life.

Sometimes tough choices must be made and we must take responsibility for our own well-being, instead of allowing ourselves to be the victims of another person’s hostility.
Blessings,
Shakura Cathryn
"Everyday ask yourself the question, 'Do I want to experience Peace of Mind or do I want to experience Conflict?'" ~Gerald Jampolsky
"To be right or happy, that is the question. Neither can be a mistake, but only one can bring True Peace." ~Author unknown to me.
"The highest expression of love is respect." ~Hazrat Inayat Khan
"The universe is like a dome: it vibrates to that which you say in it, and echoes the same back to you.” ~Hazrat Inayat Khan

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Messages from the Non-Physical

Sometimes I get messages from the non-physical… and it often comes in the form of music. This happened a couple of weeks ago, and I love it!

I have to preface this story by telling you that the CD player in my truck had been dying a slow death…. and at this time it was gasping it’s last. It would hardly play at all, and when it did, it sounded like it had bad static…. it was apparently losing the ability to read the discs. I turned it on when I got in the truck to see if it would work. It played a few lines of a song, skipping a lot and sounding very scratchy, and then went silent. I left the power to the player on, because it also powers the clock, and I journeyed forth toward Prescott, AZ, a drive of about an hour and 15 minutes, where I was going for a Summer Solstice event.

About 45 minutes later, after exiting from I-17 onto Hwy 169, I passed one of those places on the side of the road where there had been a wreck involving one or more deaths, and the family had put up crosses and other mementos of the loved ones they had lost. There were three crosses, and I knew it was a recent crash scene, because those crosses had not been there the last time I went to Prescott, about 2 weeks previously.



Those roadside memorials always touch my heart, and so I turned my head to look at them. I’m very sensitive to energy, and I felt my head snap in an energetic jolt that told me the spirit of at least one of the victims was still hanging around the crash scene and was trying to get my attention. I said a prayer, asking Jesus (since there were crosses there) to bless these recently transitioned souls, and the families and friends who loved them. And I asked that if any of them were still clinging to the Earth plane that they be guided to the Light.

Shortly after that, I turned onto Hwy 69, and guess what? My poor CD player suddenly burst into song, playing “Brand New Angel,” by Jeff Bridges, a sweet poignant song about a man who had just died.

“…Open the gates, welcome him in, ‘cause there’s a brand new Angel…”

And it played it beautifully. All the way through. No static, no skipping. Sweet and complete. 

And I took that as a sign that my prayer had been heard, and this soul who had noticed me paying attention to the crosses had been escorted to the Light, or to what he or she believed to be Heaven.

As I was marveling about that, the song ended and another one began! This was another song about a newly deceased man. This song has no religious symbolism, but is also quite poignant -- “Moonlight Shadow,” beautifully sung by Maggie Reilly. The words to this one are from the perspective of the girlfriend of  a man who has been shot and “carried away by a moonlight shadow.” She wanted to communicate with him, but “she couldn’t find how to push through.” And I understood that this second recently deceases crash victim was powerfully missed by a wife or girlfriend.

Again, I was awestruck by this, and when this song ended, another one began! This time is was a Buddhist chant, the Medicine Buddha Mantra, chanted by Khenpo Pema Chopel Rinpoche. And I felt that this third victim was more spiritually oriented, rather than specifically Christian, and perhaps wanted to send healing energy to the families and friends who were missing them. 

By this time I was on the Pioneer Parkway, and as this third song was ending, I saw some large pieces of debris in the road, which had probably fallen off a construction vehicle, and my attention was diverted to safely detouring around them. As I was doing that I missed my exit….. and so I was traveling on to  the next opportunity to exit and turn around, or considering alternate routes, when the Universe served up some humor for me, in the form of a fourth song, “29 Ways,” by Marc Cohn. “I got 29 ways to make it to my baby’s door….” This cracked me up and I laughed out loud!

All four of those songs played perfectly! And then the CD player went silent again – and has not sung a note since. 

The Universe works in mysterious – and poignant – and humorous ways! 

Thank you, Universe. 

Here are videos of these songs, if you’d like to listen to them. I couldn’t find a video of the Marc Cohn version of 29 Ways that I really like, so I am substituting a wonderful version by three women, Celeste Krenz, Rebecca Folsom and Tisha Simeral. I like this one even more! 

Enjoy!







Blessings,
Shakura Cathryn
"We are travelers in a cosmic journey - star dust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. But the expressions of life are ephemeral, momentary, transient. Buddha once said "This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky." We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment, but it is transient. It is a little parenthesis in eternity. If we share with caring, light heartedness and love, we will create abundance and joy for each other. And then this moment will have been worthwhile." ~Deepak Chopra 

"Life does not cease to be funny when people die, any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh." ~George Bernard Shaw

Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Bathing Suit

I recently discovered that my favorite bathing suit had disappeared. I liked it….. I wouldn’t say I looked good in it, but it was beautiful. Black background with magnificent flowers of many tropical colors. I just liked the fabric, and it was comfortable. And it’s gone. I don’t know, I can’t explain that. It’s vanished into a parallel universe, apparently.

So, now that hot weather is upon us, and I do like to cool down in outdoor water in the summer, I had to go to Wal-mart (yikes #1) to buy a new one. As a “well-rounded woman,” looking over the possibilities (yikes #2) and trying them on (yikes #3) were an exercise in maintaining my sense of humor and self-worth in the face of that no-nonsense mirror. ‘Nuff said.

I did finally find one I like….. I am now the somewhat shocked owner of a bathing suit with a skirt. Hmmm. Never thought I’d say that! But I have to admit it actually does look better on me than my previous mysteriously vanished suit.

And the whole experience reminded me of this piece of humor which came to me by e-mail a couple of years ago. I don’t know who the author is, but it gave me some giggles. I hope you enjoy it!
The Bathing Suit
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I have just been through the annual pilgrimage of torture and humiliation known as buying a bathing suit. When I was a child, the bathing suit for the woman with a mature figure was designed for a woman with a mature figure.  Boned, trussed, and reinforced, those swim suits were not so much sewn as engineered. They were built to hold back and uplift and they did a darn good job.

Today, stretch-fabric bathing suits are designed for the prepubescent girl with a figure chipped out of marble. The woman with a mature figure has little choice. She can either front up at the maternity wear department and try on a floral costume with a skirt and come away looking like a hippopotamus that has escaped from Fantasia - or she can wander around any run-of-the-mill bathing costume departments and try to make a sensible choice from what amounts to a designer range of fluoro
rubber bands.

What choice did I have? I wandered around. I made my choice and disappeared in to the small chamber of horrors known as the fitting room.

The first thing I noticed about the bathing suit was the extraordinary tensile strength of the stretch material. The lycra that goes into bathing suits was developed, I believe, by NASA to launch small rockets by a sling shot. And it comes with the bonus that as long as you can lever your body into a lycra suit, you can protect your vital organs from shark attack; the reason being that any shark foolish enough to take a swipe at your passing midriff would immediately suffer from jaw whiplash injury.

I fought my way into the first suit but as I twanged the last shoulder strap in place, I gasped in horror. My bosom had disappeared. I found one cowering under my left armpit. It took a little longer to find the other - flattened beside my 7th rib. The problem is today's suits don't have bra cups.

The mature woman is meant to wear her bosom spread across her chest like a speed hump. I realigned my speed hump and turned to the mirror to make a full-view assessment. The suit fit all right. Unfortunately it only fit those bits of me willing to stay inside it. The rest of me oozed out of the top, bottom, and sides. I looked like a lump of playdough wearing an undersized piece of cling wrap. As I tried to work out where all these extra bits of me had come from, the sales girl poked her head around the curtain. "Oh, there y'all are," she gasped.

"Yes, they are ALL me," I replied, looking at the extra bits. "What else have you got?"

I tried on a crinkled cream one which made me look like designer tape. I tried on a floral two-piece which made me look like an oversized napkin in a napkin ring. I struggled into one of leopard skin with a ragged frill and ended up looking like Tarzan on an off day. I donned a black one with a net midriff and looked like a jellyfish in mourning, and I tried on a pink one whose legs were so high cut I would have needed to wax my eyebrows to wear it!

Finally - success. I found the one that fit. A two piece with a short style bottom and halter neck top. It was cheap, comfortable, and bulge friendly.

I bought it. When I got home I read the label: "Material may become transparent in water." I am determined to wear it. I just have to learn how to do the breaststroke on dry land.
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Blessings,
Shakura Cathryn
"If you can't laugh at yourself, you may be missing the colossal joke of the century." ~Dame Edna
"Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease to be amused." ~Author Unknown