WEIRD HAS A PROBLEM
“Weird has a problem ervyone thought he was Weird, becau his Name was Weird.
The nxst day his Name was Prtty eryone love him.”
As one may see, I have kept this art for many years close to my heart ~ faded only in colour, never in import. My daughter created this wisdom piece when barely 5 years old. I have treasured it always and only now have I been drawn to bring my deep connection to this masterpiece of insight into words.
According to the Dictionary, one may find the following origin and definitions of ‘weird’
Adjective:
• Involving or suggesting the supernatural (beyond the natural)
• Fantastic or bizarre
• Archaic, concerned with or controlling fate or destiny
A few who have had, or presently live these attributes, often called heretics may include: Christopher Columbus, Joan of Arc, Einstein, Amelia Earhart, Beethoven, Florence Nightingale, Gandhi, Stephen Spielberg, Martin Luther and Coretta King, Stephen Hawking and the Dali Lama.
I clearly remember when I first heard some people scoffing Oprah as ‘weird’ for believing she could branch out into the magazine and television arena. All pioneers, geniuses, visionaries may be considered ‘weird’ whenever they venture into questioning or challenge existing concepts of the time. Moving beyond the known into new possibilities sets one up for labelling, fostered by fear.
Einstein addressed this fear head on, telling us that:
A problem can never be solved from the level at which it was created.
He also stated that imagination is more important than knowledge: a statement that challenges much of our civilized fast forward nations of today.
Having the courage to live one’s differences to ‘risk being weird, may come with a high price tag. Living this truth, one may be criticized, ridiculed, ostracized and even killed. I remember Sonia Choquette saying that like her, we must be ready to stand in the face of a thousand people telling us we are crazy for simply following our natural inner knowing, our intuition that guides us through life.
WEIRD, in the art above looks happy, excited, friendly, welcoming, gutsy and ready for any new adventure that may come his way. WEIRD looks like someone I would love to have as a friend. In many ways he looks like me and several of my closest friends.
I have not known the artist to make anything look ‘Prtty’ just to please others. Her strong sense of self from her earliest years seems to have inherently guided her forward and I highly respect that quality in her.
When she was young child, I remember often awakening to her before 6:00 a.m. questions: ‘Mom, I’ve walked the dog, had my breakfast and done my art? What can I do now?’ She was always excited about life and the next thing she could learn or explore.
She first taught me about sending double body language messages when I was concerned for her safety as she headed out to the road; she just stood there at 4 years old and said to me:
‘Don’t talk mad at me with a smile on your face’.
The one, who when I brought the gerbil cage in for her Show and Tell, immediately took it to her legally blind classmate so he could first see up close, touch and talk to them. Then she passed it around to the rest of the class.
Both the dog house and her bedroom shelf, she constructed from her own inner schema at 7 years of age. She sat in the garage rafters of our new single parent home, politely saying to the neighbour who offered to help us hoist the heavy 2 x 10’s into storage: ‘No thank you, we can do it ourselves’, when he offered to help us. I quietly smiled, since I already knew how she would respond to his offer.
Deciding to construct a dinosaur for her Science project in grade one, I was enlisted for library research that very day. During the month it took to complete the project according to her own stipulations, advice from her dad and me was all she required. The principal later explained that the judges did not award her first prize, since they couldn’t believe she had done such a complex assignment yourself.
This didn’t appear to concern you since you knew and I knew, and also the principal knew her level of excellence. Her belief in her abilities and certainty of outcomes aligned with what today, we term the ‘Law of Attraction’… much like another definition of the word Weird from the dictionary that both surprised and excited me.
Weird: before 900; (n.) ME (northern form of wird) OE wyrd; akin to WORTH; moving into the miraculous.
Akin in my mind, to the solid belief she held and holds in her ability to achieve her visions and goals to this day.
I was reminded of this assurance again the other day in the bookstore, seeing a tiny three year old walking down the aisle toward the children’s section; her mother following behind. At one point her mom instructed, let’s go this way now. She responded never looking back, never wavering from her goal:
‘No, mama, I’m going this way. I have my own mind you know’.
I smiled at her mom; she smiled in return continuing to follow her wee one. I, the quietly championing watcher seeing not just her, but both my daughters at that age, all the while thinking to myself:
YOU GO GIRL~!
In the words of Astrologer Jonathan Cainer:
At school, they teach us all to read, to write, to add numbers together and to behave ourselves. They give no classes in how to develop intuition – build deeper, more meaningful relationships – or even how to relax and enjoy life without feeling constantly pressured. No wonder our world is in such a state. We are urged to value achievement more than empathy and money more than love.
Life authentically lived invites us to own the so called ‘weird’ to honour uniqueness in ourselves and in our children: we are meant to ‘have our own minds’ so that the ever expanding, evolving world of new possibilities may grace our lives.
How might life change if people were to influence fate and destiny by owning their authentic worth?
If the chosen definition of ‘weird’ were to mean moving beyond the natural’ or known, what might be possible if we joined in this together?
In closing, I return to Einstein:
There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle or you can live as if everything is a miracle.
May your days be filled with peace and love, this holy season~ Linda
Mom! Are There Two Gods In Church Today~
Precious Gifts From Our Children
Long ago and just the other day it seems, I was blessed to give birth to my beautiful daughter Holli, a gem who gratefully chose me as her mom. From this wee being wisdom flowed freely. Holli would give voice to things others would never notice, or at least never dare to express. I loved and still love her ‘eyes wide open’ perspective on life.
When the children were young, I would take them all to our historical village church and we would settle into the hard, old wooden pews. Holli, as a baby would be snuggled facing me, with her next older sister sitting facing forward, back to back with her. On each side of us sat her oldest sister and her brother. As church service would pass, the children would play with my rings, hand and foot games or draw on paper produced from my purse.
This particular Sunday Holli, who was four years old, wore her best dress with white leotards and black patent shoes. Over top, she wore her silver faux fur coat buttoned up the front. Enhancing her attire was her radiant smile, huge blue, see into your soul eyes and her mass of curly blonde hair pulled up into a knot on top of her head. A charmer she was, absolutely.
We were pleased to see Reverend Sam Obal from Kenya was at our parish that day, assisting Reverend Tonks with communion.
Open hearted, the light of God shone from Sam’s face.
Holli seemed a bit restless during the service and was quietly walking the 3 feet of empty pew space beside us, all the while intently watching both Sam and Basil in their long white vestments. Finally she settled into the high backed corner of the pew, standing with her elbow resting on the aisle edge, where she had a splendid view of the proceedings.
It would be important for the reader to know that this particular church was still attended by the direct ancestors of the original settlers, who had built the architecturally beautiful structure in the early 1800’s. Newcomers would soon learn to be certain that they sat in any place other than the particular pews invisibly labelled: ‘for direct descendants only’.
And then it happened. Holli clearly and loudly interjected her question.
“Mom, are there two Gods in Church today?”
“Holli”, I whispered, I’ll tell you later.” Snickers. You could feel the distracted rustling finally ebbing, as the church settled once more. Long pause. More observation. More consternation. I could sense her still pondering since Holli and I had always been so closely connected, even before her birth.
“Please dear God, help her wait this one out”, I silently prayed.
“Well”, she finally proclaimed loudly to all: “If they aren’t two Gods, are they two ANGELS?” That did it. The whole congregation bubbled with rolling laughter.
And yet the story is not complete. When it came time for communion, Rev. Sam reached down and picked up Holli. The contrasting image of this 7 foot tall black man holding tiny blonde Holli in his hands, so that they were smiling face to face, is one I treasure, always.As it is written, like Mary in times of old, these things I keep deep in my heart.
May we be thankful for the clear seeing, free flowing thoughts and queries of children. For the insight, candidness and laughter they bring to our days.
May we remember the innocence of the child in us who longs to be free to ponder, to voice aloud unedited the deep wonderings of our heart.
What might you try today in spontaneity just because you have always wanted to? I invite you to take a risk. Trust in yourself.
Go For It Now~~~~
Believing in the wisdom of YOU ….blessings Linda
Wisdom From The Diaphanous Web Of Life and 2012….
Are We The Web or The Weaver
Since the beginning of recordable history, whether in written, artistic or story telling form, there have been numerous references made to the ending of the world: the much prophesied date of 2012. Many accounts are shrouded in doom and disaster indicating the possible ending of us as a species and or, of the earth itself.
I personally believe as quantum physics tells us, that through our more conscious and loving choices we are collectively shaping the outcome of our future in positive ways.
Whether one chooses to name this shifting of consciousness as Ascension, Evolution, Soul Growth, or Doom and Destruction, it all rings with a similar energy. Like it or not, wherever we look, we see evidence today of disillusion of the old and slowly the emergence of the new connecting us in very creative ways to each other, our environment and to our universe.
Gift of a Micro Level Miracle for Us All
Last summer, I entered the portal of another’s sacred world; the witnessing became indelibley etched in my awareness. Later the raw prose flowed onto my page……
Late at night, sheltered upon my porch amidst a tumultuous storm, I noticed a black speck suspended in mid air between two frail cedar branches. In spite of the drenching rain, the black dot had huddled into an elliptical orb, swaying upon her web at the whim of the torrential winds: minutiae in the midst of maelstrom.
I watched in awe, believing the outcome would culminate in the destruction of her fragile, magical home. Arising early the next morning, I incredulously spied Miss Sophia Spider, now so named for the Divine Goddess she was, busily recreating her tattered habitat strand by strand, unaware of the larger reality surrounding her, from which I watched in reverent awe.
Miss Sophia Spider~
most glorious one ~
teach me to rebuild ~
to sense the strengthened tendrils,
amidst tattered remnants, waving in the wind.
Share your vision knowing,
melding that which together belongs ~
letting go of all that no longer matters or even fits.
Guide me to trust the ebb and flow
instinctively encrypted within your soul ~
sustaining first oneself and then for the greater good of all.
Attune me to simply living, living simply~
divining the essential gem,
that I too may focus ~ create and recreate my world.
Brush upon my heart,
the canvas of my life
your wisdom, colour, music to guide me in life’s dance.
In harmony with the universe ~ art of weaving that creates ~
Breathe with me your magic
leaving space ~ trusting new will take its place.
What I most treasure from Miss Sophia’s teachings is the fact that she accessed all her own answers; her resourcefulness, courage and know how were instinctively there for her.
Everything she required, including the very material with which she recreated her world, was already within her own being.~!
PROFOUND BEYOND WORDS
What today’s metaphysicians are telling us, often reads something like this:
JONATHAN CAINER ASTROLOGER ~ Sept. 14, 15th, 2009~
Dear Jonathan,
When political parties have opposing views, one may support a new idea while another rejects it. But sometimes, a way can be found for both parties to support it, albeit for different reasons. Do astrological oppositions work like that? Is there anything that Saturn and Uranus can now agree on? Erik
Dear Erik,
Saturn stands for all that’s structured, established, traditional and restricted. Uranus governs spontaneity, innovation, invention and liberty. If there’s one cause they have in common, it’s the need for people, all over the world, to consider what kind of future they want to create.
A very good question; one we can all ask ourselves.
WHAT KIND OF FUTURE DO I WANT TO CREATE ?
WHEN DO I CHOOSE TO BEGIN ?
Miss Sophia knew all her answers.
May we be as wise: after all, Miss Sophia is the Goddess of Wisdom in us all.
Blessings ….as we move into the new together
Linda
Letting God Out Of The Box…
So We Can Fly Free
SKYWALKER LUKE~!
I was confounded that adults would believe God only shared the whole truth with a particular group: theirs. And even more so, when I heard that this meant that all the others in the ‘wrong’ group, would most surely be going to the H e double l place, or at the very least to a ‘lesser degree of glory’…..whatever that meant?
Since I was blessed, intuitively guided to always be connected to the God source energy in my heart, in nature, in the love I felt for my sisters, and in many others who did not go to the current church of choice, this adult need to label and attend the ‘right’ church made no sense to me.
All my inward observing and questioning became the catalyst that challenged me to sort out my own spiritual beliefs. Opening to this questioning transferred to other societal systems in my life; an essential process of individuation that allows me to formulate, on an ongoing basis my own deepest truth, as I know it, for today.
One day, teaching a Health for Life class to adults, I was using the ‘Box Theory’ as a metaphor for limited choice living. Wanting to share this concept with the class, I drew a square shaped box on the board, extolling the virtues of remembering that no matter how ‘bad’ it looks in the moment, one always has a CHOICE.
This word was written boldly in the middle of the box. The point being, that choices may not be the great ones we long for, however making a choice, is a choice. And it always leads to somewhere new. Some how, one can always break out of boxed in situations. A very valuable life lesson to extol, I believed.
I had the class’s full attention and sensed that the lesson was going quite well, which as any teacher knows is a dream moment to treasure in education! Using the illustration on the board, to emphasize my concept, I heard a voice from the back of the room quietly say: “Linda, look at your middle finger”.
I stopped, looking down at my hand. I was holding the chalk in my right hand, between my thumb and my index finger, pointing to the center of the box with my middle finger for emphasis.
“Humm…”, I said. “I believe that body language is a great subliminal teacher. It looks as if I still have some unresolved issues around feeling boxed in! ”
We all burst into laughter.
I’m sure this was one lesson they will never forget and I like that Divine Humour was my teaching assistant that day, emphasizing the Spiritual Law of The Power of Choice.
How often do you remember to use your power of Choice ?
From what invisible box might you be ready to break free?
Thanks Luke for you unforgettable demo of stepping out to the box~! Love Aunt Linda
Secrets Behind The Secret ….
ICEBERG INSIGHT
Un…Ravelling the Secrets To Un…Cover the Gold
Only now am I aware of the reason I have been challenged to write this post. What I needed to say was no secret, pardon the word play; however, I simply baulked each time I faced the page.
Aware of the esoteric truths presented in the book “The Secret”, I understand that spiritual law states what we think about, we bring about, by the Law of Vibration and Attraction. There are in my experience however, many deeper aspects that need to be addressed in shifting consciousness.
I laughed out loud a few years ago, hearing Debbie Ford state that many people hope to just affirm positively and then life will be wonderful. Her words were:
“You can’t put ice cream on top of poop and expect a great sundae!”
How profound.
Virginia Satir’s teachings were the first I found on understanding how ‘we become who we become’ along the way and her wisdom became a light in the darkness for me when I had a young family.
She compared the top of the iceberg, approximately 10% above the water line to the amount of consciousness people may have about themselves and their world. The other 90% of the iceberg, below water is compared to the subconscious or the subtly programmed unconscious messages that societally shape our daily lives.
As I followed my inner wisdom in choosing to write this blog I needed to sketch and paint an iceberg; something I have never done before. I then photographed it and set it up on my blog draft. Every time I walked by my computer for 2 days, it taunted me.
Then last night I dreamed that I was chipping ice ( a theme word playing out here, you may notice ) on the side of an almost clean road. For me the symbolic message of ‘ice’ in my dreams is ‘the need to unthaw emotion’.
This morning I awoke in restlessness, an uneasy gnawing in my being. While dream journalling, the symbolism and ideas coming to me began to release blocked feelings, bashing away at old thinking and beliefs, freeing me to open to a broader perspective of my world. Phewww… What a ride!
From deep within my subconscious, my submerged iceberg part, my Soul had been calling me to unthaw the ice cream and let go of more old ‘poop’, so that I could float more buoyantly in the sea of life. An attractive concept for an astrological water sign, like me!
I have always said:
When I truly follow, spirit has a great sense of humour~~~~~
What might you choose to bring to your awareness?
How might this shift your view of the world?
After all, this is how we begin to seek out our alchemical Gold~!
