Sunday, I noticed chemtrailing occurring, once again, in our skies. Not as much as usual but it was happening. On Monday, my husband was able to capture a regular “con”trail and a “chem”trail which I posted to my virtual world. Surprisingly, a man whom I have never met, spent a great deal of his personal time, time he will never regain, attempting to convince me that the “chem”trails I was seeing were nothing of concern. He sent me to a website to convince me. Interesting enough it was a government site.

With all the reports I’ve read in the last few months coupled with my own personal documentation, more than ever, I am convinced our weather is being manipulated. My experience has been like those scientists who go out to prove there is no God only to realize a power far greater and far more powerful than man does exist.

My mind is reeling so I must climb out of my warm bed and write.

Again, it has been exactly seventy-two hours since the chemtrailing and now we not only have snow, a natural occurrence this time of year in states like Colorado, Utah and Kansas but we have snow accompanied by tornado warnings and lightning which is not usual this time of year. Reporters state large particles or potato-chip like snowflakes have been falling from our sky. They are calling it grapple.

So with what I have personally seen and documented, after every major chemtrailing over the NW skies of CO, there is not just a snowstorm but a monster storm rolls in resulting in road closures, chaos, and un-natural weather patterns either in our part of the country or others often time leading to deaths.

I have posted video links, reports, and article links. I will continue to do so. I have been asked, “Why Are They Spraying?” I have done my best to point again to video links, reports, and articles. To those who still question, I have provided lists of States and private organizations who have participated in weather modification, as well as direct links to companies whose professions are geo-engineering—weather modification.

Now, for fear that I can only hold your attention for a few more moments, as quickly as possible, I will give you my heartfelt answer to why they are spraying?

Here’s Why

Because they can! Because we have become a society that is complacent, apathetic, dumbed-down and greedy. Say goodbye now if you can’t take it. This piece only gets stronger.

Let’s start with complacent: Here is the definition: 1. Marked by self-satisfaction especially when accompanied by unawareness of actual dangers or deficiencies, contented to a fault. 2. Eager to please.

We have become so comfortable. We have come to believe that our government and our God will do everything for us. All we have to do is obey our government; pray to our God, and keep the boat steady (don’t rock the boat, baby). We have become a people who are unaware of constitutional, legislation, business and societal changes; neither do we care. We have turned off the news, buried our heads in the sand only to dope on Marijuana, Cocaine, Prozac, Cymbalta, Celexa, OxyContin and the virtual world because we can’t handle reality. Or, as Jack Nicholson screamed in the classic movie, A Few Good Men, “You [we] can’t handle the truth.”

Apathetic

We let doctors prescribe pills with debilitating results if not death because we’re too lazy to take responsibility for our own health. We neglect exercise, indulge in fast foods allowing the government to now regulate what we eat and drink. We’re too indolent to prepare healthy nutritional meals buying instant, prepackaged, either frozen or dehydrated vitamin deficient, genetically modified garbage approved by the FDA feeding it to our precious children.

We won’t research for ourselves even though everything is at our fingertips with the Internet. Instead, we listen to five-second sound bits put out by a bought-out, government influenced media allowing them to dictate our beliefs, concerns and our vote.

We’re even too lazy to pursue our purpose or our dreams, which is true happiness, so we beg for a job we really don’t want going day-in and day-out to the painfully thoughtless and boring positions we hate never being compensated for our true worth.

Dumbed-Down

Do you know what is Fractional Reserve Banking? Let’s try something easier. Do you know who the U.S. Speaker of the House is?  Okay, let’s try do you know the words of your National Anthem? I am assuming you’re an American with this questioning.

How about, do you know the name of your city or town mayor; or, how about the name of your child’s principal at school? What bill(s) are on the congressional, State and Federal, floors taking away your constitutional rights to include your right to privacy and your right to protect your home and family? Are you even aware?

How many books have you read this year? What about blogs? How many will not be able to focus for the ten minutes it takes to read this very short piece? We can’t count, spell or read anymore because we have computers to do it all for us.

We spend countless hours on virtual social pages believing if we don’t have a social-media page we don’t have a life. I beg to differ.

Greedy

We work long hours leaving our children to fend for themselves and our spouses unloved and horney. We pray for and seek houses and cars that can be wiped out in seconds by a single catastrophe. We purchase toys and gadgets on credit cards with criminal interest rates, set by banksters who make the Mafia look like choir boys, hoping to soothe all our pain and bring temporary pleasure while broken, wounded, and battered within.

So in summary, here’s not only why they are spraying but why we as a society are on a decline. Because we have checked out, sold out, doped up and given up. We can’t focus and lose interest on any hard topic for more than a week or two. Because we do nothing! Because we sleep!

Who?

Who will answer the Clarion call? Who will stand in the gap? Who will pray and then act? Who will watch for injustice and bring it to the forefront. Who will advocate for the land? Who will fight for our children’s Constitutional rights? Who will fight for humanity and society: the homeless, the widows, the orphans; the innocent locked behind bars, the sexually and financially exploited, the elderly? Who will be the “church” who understands the meaning of a “true fast?” Read Isaiah 58 in Scripture if you dare.  If you haven’t heard, the Pope has tendered his resignation.

A Clarion Call: A Piercing, Horn-like Sound Awakening All Who Will Hear.

“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.”

–Edmund Burke.

What makes this book so intriguing, while it speaks to intimate violence and many others do, it takes on a specialty—intimate violence and the ugly cover-up among those who are often above the law—police officers.

Murphy-Milano doesn’t stop there. She paints the dramatic picture of the emotional and psychological journey of pain and scarring, the result of years of abuse, and how it leads to an adult life of dysfunction attracting the emotionally inept and weak into her own path.

Shunned by friends and family, with only God at and on her side, Holding Her Hand Through Hell, Susan finds the hope and strength to carry on. Her pain becomes gain, finding justice not just for her departed mother, but for all victims of intimate-partner abuse and violence throughout the world. And while today she is fighting her own personal battle, she continues to war loudly and powerfully for justice for all.

The last time I wrote, you could hear my frustration in a case dealing with a nineteen-year-old young man who had been shot and killed by police officers in Woodland Hills, CA. All of my frustration was vented in the piece not just at a system in steady decline, but at a people who sit idly by almost oblivious to the many atrocities and calamitous events prevalent, not only in our American society, but in our world today.

I am amazed when people spout talking points at me that are contrived by the media gods to purposely manipulate and form our personal opinions and beliefs. I am even more astonished when others are clueless to current events that include actual civil and constitutional liberties being taken and those on the docket to be taken.

Choosing Between Good and Evil

These are not times to be taken lightly. I do not say this to cause dread or fear. America is at a crossroads not because we must choose between our current President or his political rival; but, I believe, it is a time when one must choose between good and evil. Only the spirit of God can tell you which is what.

Here is a recent example of what I believe to be evil in the state of Colorado where I now reside part time.

A few months ago, a Wells Fargo Bank in the City of Aurora was robbed. The suspect left the bank with the cash. One resource reported the Aurora police, on a hunch, not only stopped but arrested every individual, approximately 40, at the intersection where the crime occurred. This consisted of them using high-powered police weapons to confront innocent drivers passing by, pulling them out of their vehicles, cuffing them, and detaining them for 2 to 2.5 hours.

Judge Napolitano, a former New Jersey Supreme Court Judge, a political and senior analyst for FOX news, and American Constitutionalist stated, “You can only be stopped if the police can articulate, can state, some suspicion about you and that can only be for a brief period of time.” There was no probable cause to do such. There had been a robbery and they had received a hunch.

Another web report stated cameras (which are on every traffic light in Colorado from small mountain towns to the city of Denver) had pinned the robber to the immediate area and there were tracking chips in the stolen cash.

Both civil and constitutional rights of these individuals were violated. However, when the police department made their public statement, they justified their act saying they had caught the robber and the end justified the means. Does anything disturb you about this story? Can we call this good?

When lawyers were asked about the situation, they clearly stated these individuals’ rights had been violated; but several if not all, not surprisingly, supported the police officers’ position. They had to catch the “bad” guys so violating the rights of many was just fine. Is this any different than our government placing Japanese Americans in interment camps during WWII?

You may believe comparing the situation in Aurora, Colorado with the interment of Japanese Americans in 1942 a stretch, but is it? One-hundred and ten-thousand Americans who happened to be Japanese lost their civil and constitutional rights because of the need to isolate and detain the bad guys. Have you heard of the National Defense Authorization Act of 2012 which deals with the detaining of persons the government suspects of involvement in terrorism. Can we call this good?

What is even more alarming, to me anyway, is there hasn’t been one report of any of those detained in the Aurora incident filing suit. That doesn’t mean no one has; it just means if they have, the media isn’t letting us know.

Knowledge is Power

I am a strong advocate for being informed—for knowing what is going on around you. This would include knowing what is happening in your local community, your city, state and in your national government. We now have a global community and what one country does affects another. You should be in the know, as much as possible, gathering information, forming your own hypotheses, and coming to your own conclusions. Knowledge is power. And, it is possible to remain clear, peaceful, and harmonious while obtaining this power.

Spiritual Steps for Remaining Clear

Even if you are overly sensitive or clairsentient as I am—soaking up everyone’s energy all the time receiving messages from heaven through your feelings, you can take three easy steps to help keep you free from the negative impact of the news. This will allow you to take tiny first steps in engaging and making a difference in a world that needs you desperately—now! Ready? Here we go.

• Before reading or hearing the current events of the day pray. You may ask Arc Angel Michael to protect you with his love, energy, and mighty protective powers. You can see yourself surrounded in the cobalt blue light that is his. You can also ask the All Mighty Energy, Jehovah Nissi—The Lord is My Banner; or the God of My Protection, to cover you and surround you. Wrap yourself in either the gold light of Christ or the pink light of love.

• After reading or hearing the news, pray. Take ten minutes to connect the divine in you with the All Powerful Divine. If you are deeply disturbed or moved, talk to God about the matter. If you’re uncomfortable communicating with God, then communicate with your angels. They are messengers of God. We all have them. They are non-denominational.

Ask them what you can do to assist? Sometimes you need only send love, light and healing into a situation. Other times you may need to make phone calls to your representatives or local leaders. You may be moved to send a donation if there’s a calamity, or simply be a voice informing others.

• Release. After hearing or reading ask, “What am I supposed to do? Can I do anything?” If the answer is nothing or no, allow the energy of the news to come up and out. You can do this by taking one or two minutes by simply saying, “Release” repeatedly as you breathe deeply. You may also see a window at the top of your head. Allow the negative energy of the news to escape through the window saying, “Release” while this is occurring.

It is possible to be active, advocate and make a difference without being contaminated. How do you know about the prevalent calamities of today and help others in need if you do not know? How else do you make a difference if you’re unaware of the challenges and ignorant of where disparity exists? How do you make an educated vote if you do not go beyond the negative advertisements? How do our youth, our future, stand a chance if we do not take a stand?

“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.” –Edmund Burke

Yes, I watch and read the news. I believe so much is going on right now, politically, historically and even spiritually, it is critical to be aware, informed and astute. I do not watch the local news with its blood, gore, and sensationalism. I do attempt to listen and read many sources making my own hypotheses and conclusions. I believe the only real form of slavery is giving your mind over to another no longer thinking or making decisions for yourself.

Last night, I was actually engaged in reading a spiritual piece by one of my well loved and highly esteemed authors, Doreen Virtue, PhD., while having my television’s volume turned low. This is the way I’ve studied since junior high school. In the background, I could hear the news host and his guest, who is an attorney, speaking about a car chase on the 101 freeway in Southern California.

Car Chase Garners My Interest

I lived in California for nearly thirty years. Car chases don’t arouse my curiosity. It’s local news; and, I personally have pretty much become desensitized to that type of drama. However, what soon followed snatched my attention from my little screen to the larger. They were reporting on a family in the throes of suing, in Federal Court, their city, the police department and its Chief for $129 million dollars. Their son had been stopped only to take off again luring the police into a high-speed chase. He had been shot and killed during the chase. He was nineteen.  They rolled the video.

What followed left my mouth gaping, my mobile tablet hanging limp in my hand, and my mind reeling. I saw a black and while police car successfully bring the speeding vehicle to a halt. I must say it was done superbly in consideration of the high speeds the young man was traveling. He, the suspect, then opened the door of his vehicle and ran. Several police cars surrounded the young man. He turned, running backward, with something in his hands. They opened fire. He fell to the ground dead.

It was reported over one-hundred rounds were fired at the young man. According to the Los Angeles Daily News, there were close to one-hundred-twenty rounds fired, twelve entering his body, one to the skull. Four others grazed his body. During the chase the young man, supposedly, phoned 911 with a disturbing message threatening to kill the police, if necessary. Thereby, they suspected the object in his hand was a gun.

An accompanying toxicology report showed that the nineteen-year-old was not under the influence of any drugs, any medication, or any illegal narcotics. He had no weapon. He held a cell phone in his hand. He had been speaking to his mother. Nor did he have any previous criminal record. I ask, so what if he did? Is the LAPD, responsible for serving and protecting one of the largest cities in America, not trained well enough to subdue a nineteen-year-old under the influence with a weapon? On last night’s news, they also reported the 911 tape, with the threats, has never been released.

The commentator and host of the well-known show asked why then would the young man behave so irrationally. H-e-l-l-o! He was alone. It was late. It was dark. We don’t know what the officer said to him when he approached the vehicle. He was brown in a city known to brutalize suspects of color. Does the name Rodney King ring a bell? And, though Mr. King had a criminal record, the brutality he suffered from the LAPD was not justified. The acquittal of three officers and no verdict for the fourth triggered one of the deadliest riots of our time, the 1992 Los Angeles riots.

Our Youth In Danger

But let me not get off track. This piece is not about police brutality though it could be. This piece is about our youth. Several weeks ago, I wrote about five kids I ran into at the neighborhood store. They were stealing. My mother and I witnessed them stealing facing the conundrum to confront them possibly dealing with backlash from them and/or their parents; call the police having them become a part of our jacked up judicial system or let them get away, temporarily, hoping some way and some how soon they would come to know the light within.

Now, I’m infuriated and writing about a story of a young man who, on the surface, seems to be a pretty decent kid, maybe a not-so-bright-kid, but a decent kid, being shot and killed by the Woodland Hills police, to be specific. What’s even more disgusting and abhorrent, I went to the comments page of the first article I could find while researching and the comments were cold, fiendish and wicked. I personally believe the comments came from cops. I can’t believe these were comments made by Joe-Blow the plumber, teacher, or financial advisor. If I recall correctly, the community where this happened is a cops’ community.

I am now beginning to realize why we have suffered the barrage of negative news which I believe started with cameras bringing the Vietnam War into our living room. It was so we, you, would become desensitized. It was so we, you, would turn off to the news. After all, we wouldn’t want to fill our minds with doom and gloom would we? We want to remain in our happy, peaceful, blissful, and oblivious little worlds don’t we? As one of the greatest actors of all times ranted in the movie A Few Good Men, “You can’t handle the truth.” No, it would be too painful, wouldn’t it? The injustice, the crime, the audacity—the increase in government over reach, the increase in government dependency; the decrease of civil and personal rights—it will be all too disturbing—yes?

For the sake of the children, all of our children, we must re-engage. We must pay attention to what Bills Congress and special-interest groups are attempting to pass. We must look past the pretty or handsome face, articulate and mesmerizing speech. We must go beyond the words and look for the reason behind the words. Ask why? Ask how? Ask what are the consequences?

What Would Jesus Have Done?

While I would rather speak of things beautiful, blissful and bright I realize I was born for such a time as this. Before writing this, I asked myself what would Jesus do? Would He be outspoken and get involved in the politics of today; or, would he hang out at church conferences and seminars remaining neutral.  Well hell, he was the politics of His day. He was so politically incorrect, religiously radical and opinionated he was killed for His positions. What if Martin Luther King, Jr. had remained neutral? And, Mahatma Ghandi, what if he was cool with British suppression? None of these men needed to get involved. After all, they were sons of prominent figures.

Won’t you get involved, some how,and help define what in the world is going on? Mentor, encourage, teach, reach, love, and be the Christ consciousness in our earth. Our youth today is our future and our future needs you.

Noisy trucks and their smelly diesel pollution; construction workers and their noisy drills and hammering; and the August congestion—roadsters attempting to enjoy their last few weeks of vacation before their children return to school. All of these seemed exceptionally annoying today. All I wanted to do was connect.

The first stop along the Colorado River is nice enough but it’s too close to the freeway. I decide to travel west. There are only a few vehicles parked at the second stop. I hop out with my journal headed toward one of my secret meditation places. I think I’ll be able to journal and mediate in peace. But, after a brief fifteen minute walk, I hear the backup horn of a truck. “Beep, beep, beep,” it blares. As I round the canyon’s walking path, I can see construction men and a large sign, “Construction Zone.”

I spin on my heels and head back in my direction. “I’ll sit in the coolness on the benches at the entrance,” I utter to myself. I slow my pace making sure to take in the singing birds, the beautiful flowers, as well as the berries that hang on the bushes. My thoughts wonder to a good friend who is battling illness. I send her healing intentions and love. I notice a blueberry bush to my right. “Good bear food,” I think.  I hasten my step.

I know from a teacher’s point of view the only true way to find absolute quietness and peace is to turn within. I know that God is within; but, today I want to observe God in nature while sitting in silence. I want to allow the heavens to speak to me through nature. Usually, this is not a challenge here; but, today no matter where I turn, there is nothing but distraction, confusion, and chaos.

I finally reach a spot that looks inviting. I sit glancing around and smiling. Opening my journal I record my experience. It’s wonderfully cool. We’ve had such hot weather. I take a deep breath marveling.

I’m surrounded by green pastures, majestic mountains and giant aspens. The river babbles just a few feet in front of me. I look toward the sky remembering everything is energy. A red-breasted robin flies past whistling. In spite of all this beauty and awe, I allow myself to be distracted by the hum of a county underground water pump behind me.

I’m now more irritated with myself than the distraction but I’m determined to communicate and connect. I intentionally block out the constant humming and focus, again, on the beauty around me. Sitting with my journal now open, a slight cool breeze brushes past my face connecting with its much used and worn pages. They turn to a full page where I have written about being filled with thankfulness and gratitude.

I smile again. “Thank you for I know in the midst of all the noise and what may seem like absolute chaos and confusion you are here. You are with me. We are one. Thank you, thank you. Thank you that I can turn within shutting out everything—the outer noise and inner mind chatter. If only just for a few moments where only you and I abide, thank you,” are my thoughts and prayer.

The noise dissipates. A tiny white butterfly flaps its delicate wings and dances in front of me in share delight then flickers away. Everything is still and silent. I sit in the presence of thankfulness and gratitude. I imagine myself in the company of the angels I call Goodness and Mercy. I giggle childlike.

In the distance, a happy dog barking brings me back to the noise of my world. I am calmer. I am clear. I am at peace. Today, I am reminded to always live in a place of gratitude and thankfulness no matter what the busyness and chaos of this world may bring.

I am thankful.

With that said, today I write from a place of great concern. I write from a place where I have been touched, grieved, and have been left a little heavy in my heart. I am not depressed. I have not lost sight of my vision or my goal of helping others find happiness, healing, abundance and the God within. But, I do believe as a community leader, activist, and advocate I have a grave responsibility.

It requires selflessness. It is a responsibility that goes beyond fame, recognition and fortune. It does not require or request government funding and grants to achieve. It requires love, brotherly love. It requires a caring community to stand up and take its rightful position.

As you can tell from my photo, I am an African-American woman. I have been all my life. I know that’s a silly statement but be patient with me today. I grew up in the South Bronx in New York City. It wasn’t the notorious south Bronx when I was growing up; but, it wasn’t an easy place to live either. I had to learn to fight early on as well as talk tough to keep others off my back. My parents taught me very early if I didn’t want to fight, I better talk bad or run even faster. If I ran, I’d run all my life. They also taught me I could do and be anything I choose. That could go either way.

My community then was predominantly a mixed community of African Americans, Puerto Ricans, and Jews. It wasn’t by any means a surprise to walk into a black person’s home and see their Bible on their coffee table or bed stand. Neither was it strange to walk into my Puerto Rican neighbor’s home and see a picture of Mary on the wall with candles burning brightly beneath it. On Saturday, the Jewish Synagogue was filled.

Whether it was a christening, confirmation or bar mitzvah there was always some type of celebration honoring one’s spiritual belief. We even had a neighbor who held rather strange rituals up and down our hallway on the sixteenth floor. She would burn incense, rattle bones and charms and speak in strange tongues. She and her family were from the Caribbean. No one ever asked them to stop. And, while everyone stayed in their apartment, peering from the peep hole while these rituals occurred, everyone respected their belief. It was their spiritual belief.

Interesting enough, all of us children played together. The Blacks, Hispanics, the Jews, Italians and even those from the Caribbean islands. In addition, each of us, to some extent, held the fear of God, the fear of momma, and community in our hearts. You see, it didn’t matter if you went to church on Saturday, Sunday or not at all. It didn’t matter if you burned incense, read the Torah or the Bible there was something deeper instilled in each and every child. No matter where you went to get your spiritual boost at the end or the middle of the week, if at all, it was all grounded in something greater than yourself. The spiritual teachings we each received by example, somehow, instilled self-worth.

This is not to say some of us didn’t grow up with challenges in the self-esteem area; but, somewhere inside, deep down, we knew we could find hope. We knew if we turned inward, prayed—whatever our prayer or type of prayer, we’d be all right. We’d be able to make it. We’d overcome. We didn’t have to pray out loud. We didn’t pray in our classroom. We just knew if we needed to, we could silently pray and there would be a connection and an answer.

Americans still believe so what has gone wrong?

Nine out of ten Americans still say “yes” when asked the basic question “Do you believe in God?” In 1976, Gallup issued a poll asking Americans, “Do you believe in God or a universal spirit?”  At that time, 94% of Americans agreed. The percentage stayed fairly steady through 1994. In a survey asking the same question in May 2011, the percentage was at 91%. While it has decreased, the percentage of believers is still high.

So then what has gone so terribly wrong with our youth? This past Tuesday, I drove down from the beautiful Rockies to visit my eighty-nine year old mom in the city. She needed to purchase a few household items and we decided to pop into one of her smaller neighborhood stores versus dealing with the crowds at the larger well-known supermarket.

Shortly after entering, five young males and one young girl, ranging between the ages of twelve and fifteen entered laughing and talking boisterously. My intuitive alarm went off. And while I am grateful for my intuitive voice, this saddened me. These were only babes.

Mom and I continued to shop but my attention shifted to the young group several times. As we prepared to stand in line to pay for the items, I saw one of the young boys place an item under his shirt. When I got up to the cashier, I whispered, “they’re stealing.”

The young man working seemed to know who I was talking about but never looked in their direction. He never looked up for that matter. I then looked up in the ceiling of the store seeing cameras thinking, “They’re busted. Someone from the back will probably approach the group soon and the police will be called.”

Unfortunately, this made me even sadder. Calling the police, they’d be ensnared in the juvenile system especially if their parents were poor. They’d likely revolve in and out of the court & judicial system for a very long time possibly never breaking free of its enslaving, debilitating grip. However, I wanted them to be caught and jolted into walking the straight and narrow. Deep inside I wanted them to be scared straight.

Here is what is even more saddening. My mother and I are respected leaders, activist and advocates. However, while the thought crossed my mind of approaching these characters, my instinct kept me from reacting. Was I ready for a major confrontation by them and/or their parents? How many times, in today’s society, has someone chastised a child only to be confronted, cursed or sued by a parent? Would they have respect and stand down? And while I was willing to take the risk for myself, I had my elderly mother with me. After all, the store clerk seemed to want no part of it. Maybe this was usual. Maybe they had been confronted before.

Afterward, my mother and I discussed what had occurred. We concluded if these children really knew who they were: not African-Americans, not Hispanics, Asians or any other American ethnicity, but if they knew they were truly somebody; if they realized their self-worth; if they clearly understood they were the significant, magnificence and marvelous creation made in the image and likeness of God, they would not, could not act or behave the way they had that afternoon.

If they had the fear of God; and while the fear of God does mean a) fear, terror and b) the awesome or terrifying thing (object causing fear) it also means the respect; reverence; and piety of God, the thought of needing to steal, especially junk food, would not have occurred to them.  And if, they would have had the fear of community and momma—which in my day was greater than the fear of God, we would not have thought twice about confronting them.

Has our deprivation of spiritual truth allowed us to forget who we really are leaving us ignorant, weak and powerless? Thereby, leaving our children susceptible to failure, frail, and feeble pursuing a downward path void of love, meaning, and hope?

I believe each and every person is God in the earth. We may not remember or even care to remember but the God atom (Adam) abides within. I believe our children come to teach us lessons. They come to us from spirit in pure energy, light and love having left the divine presence of the All Mighty with their purpose and truth at their forefront. Why then are so many at such young ages losing their way? Why?

The Parental Solution

If you are a parent, I challenge you to stop right now and go into your child’s room or call them on their iphone or whatever cell you’ve purchased for their use. Tell them these words:

“I love you unconditionally. You are made in the likeness and image of All Mighty Divine Purpose and Power—God. You can do and be anything you choose. You are divine light and divine creation. You are a king, or You are a queen. You are Awesome.”

Go ahead. I dare you. It doesn’t matter your religion or your denomination. This is what will happen. That child will first look at you in disbelief then bewilderment. Then a sparkle will come into their eyes. They will be reminded. They will remember. They will be changed forever! In a split moment in an absolute twinkling of an eye! When you do this, feel free to let me know what came up.

And even if their behavior doesn’t change for the better immediately, every time they choose something that is not of their true nature tell them again. Your words will eventually ring true and clear in their subconscious eventually leading to positive and lasting change.

I hope not. I hope you’re a person who is happy in life, has more than enough, and you’re surrounded by everyone and everything that brings you joy. I hope life for you is a bowl of cherries. Honestly I do. However, if that is you, this article isn’t for you.

This article is for the person who seems to constantly cycle around the Mulberry bush, bombs in relationships, and can’t seem to get on the top of anything. And, I mean anything.

Breaking It Down

Let’s take a quick look at the definition of the word empowerment:

• to give somebody power or authority;
• to give somebody a greater sense of confidence or self-esteem;
• to invest with power, especially legal power or official authority;
• to equip or supply with an ability; enable

and lastly,

• to authorize.

Empowerment is usually associated with some “one” versus some “thing.” For instance, I’d like to believe my teachings empower you to transition through life victoriously, triumphantly, and confidently. The police are empowered to protect civilians and enforce the laws for their state. Congress is empowered to create laws for the United States. But let’s take a moment and look at some things you are constantly empowering whether you are aware or not—whether you believe it or not.

You empower your thoughts, feelings, and words twenty-four-seven. And, what happens when you empower negative thoughts, feelings and words? You give them the authority and the confidence to attract the negativity you have been thinking, feeling or speaking which after a matter of time manifests. This is called the Law of Attraction: the rule, commandment, regulation, and formula of attraction for your life.

Beliefs You Might Harbor

So, if you blatantly or subtly think and feel people are innately evil and can’t be trusted; and you say life’s a you-know-what and then you die, you give power to such creating law for your life. I bet you never believed you were that powerful. I’m here to tell you, you are!

How about the continued, subtle belief you are not worthy and don’t deserve to be happy? What manifests?  You receive a life full of unhappiness, struggle, failed relationships and then some. Here’s another belief you may have had more than once. “Good guys always finish last.” Are you possibly doing everything right, taking all the right steps, using all the correct formulas but you keep winding up at the end of the line or on the bottom of the pile?

And ladies, here’s one just for you, “There are no more good guys left.” And voilá! You have wound up with a dead-beat, abusive, loser for a mate.

Your thoughts, feelings, and words whether negative or positive are the power: the influence, the supremacy, the control behind what you now see. Whether consciously or subconsciously, blatantly or subtly you have:

1. invested in; and
2. given authority; specifically, legal authority
3. enabled and equipped

these creating your life.

Do You Co-create Your Life?

People often confront me with, “Are you suggesting I asked for these bad things to happen?” My response is always the same, “No. Not consciously. Not unless you are a sadist or you somehow believe you have to suffer.” And, I might add many do believe they must suffer. In fact, many religions require you suffer in order to be worthy of entering into the Kingdom of God.

However, I believe the price has been paid for each and every person and the Kingdom of God is with men (Ref. Luke 17:21). I believe you were created to live an abundant, happy, triumphant life (Ref. John 10:10). I also believe all of your needs are supplied and taken care of according to the abundant riches the Universe has to offer (Ref. Philippians 4:19). I believe there is no lack. However; somewhere, somehow life got in your way and you may have possibly lost the divine plan for your incredibly divine life.

An Easy Solution

While the solution for reversing what you have empowered for your life is quite simple, accomplishing such is easier said than done. And what is the simple solution? Change your thoughts, change your words, and change your feelings. Actually just change your thoughts and the feelings and words will follow. You see, I told you it was easier said than done. But it is the solution.

You see, the imaginative mind is like a pair of scissors daily cutting out what it sees eventually meeting face-to-face in the physical world what it has created. These thoughts are on a subconscious level but your life is the living proof they are at work.

So, here is my last question to you today. Please be honest with yourself. To what have you given authority: a person; a thought, a feeling, or an entity even? If the results for your life are not what you desire, why not start the miraculous walk of changing them today.

Yet today as I look out, there is a strange hue to the rising sun. It is vibrant orange hinging on red. It’s because of the many fires that have been burning in my State for days now. Ash is on my car this morning. I know that while I sit safely and peacefully, many have had to flee their homes leaving all their possessions behind. My heart goes out to them AND to the Floridians under water, AND all those distressed throughout our world.

You see, I have re-engaged in getting the News. For years, like many, I turned it off saying I didn’t want to hear all the negativity. Then I realized, as painful as the ritual might be, I needed to be in the know. As much as I desired to ignore what was going on around me, I could no longer bury my head in the sand leaving my behind exposed.

Being informed, I am very much aware we are living in turbulent times. Change is all around us: unrest in people, financial woes, climate change, and political upheaval. So, personally, I have found it helpful to use methods and create tools which allow me to read or hear the information presented, research, and then try to decipher the truth without becoming contaminated. Being informed allows me to make sound decisions for myself and my family’s future.

I have learned how to raise my energy and vibration, in spite of the negativity surrounding me, and live a triumphant, joyful and victorious life. While encouraging and motivating others, I also make time to encourage and motivate myself. In the process, I first give thanks and appreciation and then I send out prayers, intentions, and love. Doing this immediately shifts and raises my energy and vibration.

My prayers and intentions are not only for me but for my family: immediate and extended, those near and those across the Atlantic, and for those I have never met. I then send out love and protection to my neighbors, those I speak to and those I never see a glimpse. I even send out love to the neighbors whom with I don’t see eye-to-eye. I know to do this I reciprocate love.

I send out love to my community and small town where I live. I then raise the intercession and set forth prayers for my nation seemingly divided by ethnicity, class, and political belief. Lastly, I turn my prayers and love toward a world that has, apparently, gone mad.

By no means does this make me special. Many people around the world engage in this activity daily.  Even those who refuse to step foot in a church, synagogue or temple still believe, still pray and still set good intentions for the Universe.

Yet our land is still filled with distress, sickness, and dis-ease. Yet, what I hear and read, repeatedly, leads me to believe we are filled with malice; haters of ourselves first and then each other. If man mirrors what he is, he is at war with himself. As I listen and one group rants against the other, I hear man ranting with himself. As we seemingly get wiser, more eco friendly, and technologically advanced, we become more unbelievably harsh, unkind and cruel to ourselves.

Supreme Being is Love, Light, Spirit and Truth. Triumphant living is living a love-filled, joy-filled, abundant life right here on this planet earth—side by side with your neighbor. It is loving the all Supreme Power, within you, with all of your heart, mind, soul and strength regardless of nationality, political positioning, or financial status. I have come to the conclusion the problem is with us not loving ourselves—mankind being at enmity and at odds with self.

It is my belief, when we can raise to the vibrational truth that allows us to comprehend and know the Kingdom of God is with[in] men, meaning the “ruling arena” is within each and every one of us; not somewhere outside of us millions of light years away or galaxies away sitting on a golden throne; when we can look in the mirror and see awesomeness; when we can look at our brothers and sisters and see greatness, magnificence, and brilliance, the same brilliance we see in the sun; when we can go beyond the color of our skin, religious beliefs and denominations, economic status, and political positioning, that is when we will see real hope and beautiful change.

That is when we won’t be afraid to hear or read the News and help and send good intentions to those who are being burned out, flooded out, humiliated, annihilated, and forgotten. That is when we will become sensitized again and live what many preach, yet have no comprehension: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”

(Reference 1 Corinthians 13 verses 1-8)

Love, Light & Healing to you and yours

In the true nature of who I am—cutting through the chase and being transparent I ask you to answer the above question. Hygiene is important is it not? What happens when you don’t change your underwear? It doesn’t take long before there is a smell, a stench, a stink that repels others and attracts bugs. We give strong advice to our children about the necessity of good hygiene. We reprimand them for not changing daily.

I know the title might be unappealing and even repelling to some but I believe it’s a good analogy. We wouldn’t think of wearing the same underwear for three or four days: smelly, seedy, downright gross. But, we somehow never give a second thought about wearing smelly, seedy, downright gross energy which is much more harmful.

I work with women who are either leaving tainted and destructive relationships, changing careers, having lost jobs, or going through some type of major transition. Many are vulnerable and feel such. Even age, a major birthday like a fiftieth, can leave a woman vulnerable.  I can do one of two things for these women: I can tell them they are incredibly strong, amazing, and resourceful beings who are fearfully made.

“I can tell them they have the innate power to get up and take control of their life and circumstance. They have the energy to kick ass and take names. They need never, ever give up hope! They do not have to remain vulnerable. Or, I can make excuses.”

I can hold their hands, rub their backs and heads and tell them their horribly debilitating, disabling and somewhat diabolical situations are just that and there is no way out. I can tell them they are too broke, too small, too inferior, and too ignorant to change. I can make excuse after excuse. I can tell them they are not responsible for their situation and they are a victim (definition referenced below). I can blame the devil or demonic powers.

What feels better?

Which of the above scenarios feels empowering? The “Oh, life is terrible, poor me,” or the, “I am in control of my life and nothing can stop me. I can make a change!” Or better yet, “I can make the decision to change.” Really, which one? What about my situation again. I could have sat with a pocket full of money, the Gulf at my feet, feeling sorry for myself; or I could make a decision to enjoy my dream-come-true and move forward without being a subject of attack.

The Tools I Used

As mentioned in Part II of this series, I pumped up my grounding. Instead of spending an hour tormenting myself, trying to figure out what I was going to do (my mind didn’t know there was no previous experience) I amped up the meditating. I amped up the asking. I had to even ask what to ask. I really didn’t know. Have you ever heard of praying or asking amidst? It sounds like “God, Source, Universe,” whatever name you use, “Will you show me the way?” Sorry but that’s asking amidst.

I was in a strange place. I had gone where I’d never dared to go before. “Show me the way” wasn’t cutting it. So instead I asked, “Send me someone who will speak and bring the truth about living in this part of the world. Send me someone or people I can trust in the purchase of land and property. Let me find the true voice.” I changed my energy.

In my time of meditation this is what came to me, “You will know the truth and that truth will make you free.” This is what also came “Don’t try to understand; acknowledge Him, for the Universe is directing your path.” Guess what happened? Go ahead, I dear you to guess. Truth, Trust and Voice showed up almost immediately.

A couple overheard my conversation while having breakfast one morning and they came to the rescue. For no charge they would take me around and show me available properties. There was absolutely nothing in it for them. They weren’t realtors. They weren’t agents.

After they showed me around, they went one step further and began asking locals if they were interested in selling their properties. They then volunteered to pick me up and show me more homes and land. Upon my partner returning, they invited us into their lovely home sharing everything they knew—their experiences of living in the Yucatan.

They then took us to a property we had been looking at and were interested in buying. They had no way of knowing we had previously seen or had interest in the property. They told us the “true” price the seller was asking. The property had been previously marketed to us for $15,000 over the seller’s asking price.

Not only did this couple show up but others as well. The truth and nothing but the truth was showing up. My neighbor directly across from me became a heart send. I asked if I could accompany her when she was going shopping in Merida with other beautiful sisters. She said yes. I asked if she would mind taking me to drop my trash at the town dump. She said yes.

Here’s the humility lesson I spoke of earlier. I had to wait for someone to take me to get rid of my trash. Interesting enough, a truck came by often; but, I would always miss connecting. Not until my partner returned. Do you think there was a lesson? This woman, by the way, is the same woman who owned the cat my dog had killed. She invited me to afternoon events where I would eat, laugh and meet other trusting and kind souls.

I told another amazing couple, who are now quite good friends, that I didn’t know how to ride the bus. They told me how much it would cost. They told me what to say to the driver, in Spanish, when I needed off. And, they took me directly to where I would catch the bus to go into town and back home again.

Suddenly, there was a plethora of trust and truth. Why? Because I specifically asked for its help! I had so many invitations, so much help that I was overtaken. I’d arrive at home, late at night, exhausted from all the shear adventure, fun and pleasure: fashion shows, afternoon jam sessions, shopping in the City of Merida, potlucks and then all the gala that goes with the Thanksgiving and Christmas Holidays.

And for the voice, I found the voice of truth all around me. My personal voice as well became emboldened. I also took responsibility for learning the language. I speak with confidence as I continue to learn. The words now come more easily.

It was so simple.

• I realized I was beginning to sink in negative energy
• I took responsibility for the energy
• I made the choice to change the energy
• I asked for spiritual help
• I asked friends and neighbors for help; and when they showed up
• I responded; I didn’t send them away.

I changed my energy. And, change came.

Thanks but no thanks

So many times God, Source, the Universe sends us help and we say, “No thank you.” Our answer shows up or new energy shows up and we say, “Sorry, not today.” Okay ladies, its like you have the choice of putting on the beautiful, new, sexy Vickie Secrets and instead you choose to wear the big, old, raggedy and stained bloomers and wonder why your partner is cheating. Yes, I went there. It really is the same thing. Isn’t that sexy underwear energy? You bet it is. Don’t you feel and act sexy when you wear them?

Let me make you a little angrier. Maybe you’ll do something. We choose to remain in the abusive relationship with excuses. We choose to remain on the boring, unchallenging, low-paying job with excuses. We remain in the broken state of sickness and “dis” ease holding onto anger, hate and unforgiveness, to name just a few of the crippling emotions, because the smelly, stinky, stench is comfortable and familiar. The known stench is more comfortable than the fragrance that will eventually come with the newness and the change.

Your new energy, your answer can show up in many different and simple ways. Sometimes, it’s simply a smile. Other times, it’s an outstretched hand and heart it’s someone offering to buy you a cup of coffee. Often, it’s your intuitive voice whispering the direction or way to go.

If you can change your underwear daily, you should give just as much if not more attention to changing your energy, for the better, daily.

Victim: 1. One who is harmed or killed by another: 2. A living creature slain and offered as a sacrifice during a religious rite. 3. One who is harmed by or made to suffer from an act, circumstance, agency, or condition:

4. A person who suffers injury, loss, or death as a result of a voluntary undertaking:

5. A person who is tricked, swindled, or taken advantage of:

Vulnerable: Susceptible to physical or emotional injury. b. Susceptible to attack: 

To be vulnerable means you’re susceptible to emotional or physical injury. You’re open to attack. Your guard is down and your boundaries weakened. Let’s use my latest travels as an example.

I am usually, pretty much, in control of my own life. I know how to take responsibility, get things done and do them right. Ninety-nine percent of the time, okay maybe ninety-seven, I feel good about myself. When I don’t have the answers I know where to turn. But now, I was in a new environment, hence strange. I had no experience to fall back on. I had no blueprint. With all my intelligence I was at a loss. I was handicapped. And because of this loss, I became vulnerable.

I didn’t know how to prime my water pump. I didn’t know how to contact municipalities or services, if necessary. I couldn’t just walk into a grocery store and find what I wanted. I didn’t even know if they had what I wanted. And mind you none of this seemed so bad when my partner was with me. We’d have fun with it; we’d laugh with the store clerks as they’d laugh at us, dumb gringos, trying to communicate.

Did we have Spanish books and translators? Of course we did; but, the translations just aren’t always the same and the verb, adverb thing gets all weird. And things have gender. It didn’t matter. It was all an adventure. But now, it wasn’t an adventure any more. I was dealing with real issues: pumps, the well, the cistern, the pool, and the dogs—all of it. It was all unfamiliar and I was doing it alone. My perspective of my situation changed. It went from being a fun, fabulous and fascinating adventure to being a horrific, harrowing hassle. I was allowing myself to energetically drain.

Am I Okay?

My loss of good energy caused my self confidence, self-esteem, and sense of knowing to be hit and they were hit hard.

Subconsciously, the question that was being asked over and over was am I okay or will I be okay. My partner was gone. I relied on him for transportation, direction and protection in a strange place. We had each other in the unfamiliar. Now, that was gone; it was more loss. Deep down inside, my spirit knew I’d be just fine. But, in my soul realm: mind, will and emotional realm, I questioned. I wasn’t sure.

What did that cause? You guessed: anxiety, stress, negativity, and subtle depression. Creating what? Like one of my favorite oldies groups, The Temptations, would say a ball of confusion. What did that ball of confusion create and attract? You know the answer—anxiety, stress, negativity, and more depression. And what did that magnet create? You see how the cycle is created? I wasn’t consciously asking for any of this.

So, remember the pumps, the well, the cistern, the pool, the dogs and the shyster realtors? (Let me say here that there were and still are very good realtors in this beach area. It just takes flushing them out.) They all became my enemies or should I say “inner-me’s.” The pumps broke down, the cistern overflowed, the pool turned green, the lab chased and killed the neighbor’s cat. And, for the realtors? We’ll just let that subject alone. Confusion begat more confusion. Drama begat more drama.

When the light goes out

When you lose positive; good; and balanced energy due to difficult change or life transition, you grope in the dark, eyes wide open, trying to find your way—trying to figure things out. You bump into obstacles. You stumble. You fall. You can become drained spiritually, emotionally, mentally and even physically. The bumping, stumbling, the falling can cause bruising. The bruising can turn into wounds or hurts, creating and attracting more negative energy.

“Might this explain why terrible things seem to always happen to the same and often good people?” May this be the reason why some fall and can never get up? May this be the answer to why others drop into the seemingly bottomless, hopeless pit: the abyss? No matter what they do, no matter how hard they try, no matter how hard they pray (and yes I did say pray; I know many believers in this situation) or do the work, they keep coming up short? Simply, in life transition the energy—the brilliance and the light can be drained sometimes going out leaving us in hopelessness, stuck in painful cycles, limiting and blocking our possibilities.

Let’s take a look at four of life’s more difficult transitions: a move, a divorce, a job change, and the death of a friend or loved one. Have you been through any one of these? How did you feel before, during and after the transition? Did you become mentally fatigued? Did your body react? Were there physical manifestations? I would always become ill a few weeks after starting a new job.

Life transition can leave us what? You’ve got it! Vulnerable: susceptible to attack either mentally, emotionally, physically and even spiritually. Long exposure to these transitions can cause grave damage to the adrenal system which can leave you open to “dis”ease: chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, heart problems; and yes, even cancer. A cycle of these transitions can lead to distorted thinking: irrational decisions and behavior, borderline personality, and phobias. That is, unless you have a positive solution, a method, a means of dealing with the transition.

Pulling Yourself Up and Out

What can you do to pull you out of the muck and mire, up and out of the attack? First let me start by reminding you of some basics. You are an incredibly amazing being. You are made in the image and likeness of God. You are perfection. You are magnificence. You are awesome. You are beautifully and fearfully or graciously made from reverence in reverence. You are energy! You are atoms (Adam) filled with light! You are truth. You are god in the earth.

We all have ways of dealing with life transition. However, when you’re feeling or have become vulnerable, you may need to amp up the healing practices or learn new methods in order to come through the transition, the trial, the test without too much damage. We’ll look at these in the next episode. Or, feel free to jump ahead and read at You Are Not A Victim or visit my store.

—To be continued