What’s the Difference between GETTING OLD and GROWING OLD?

April 19, 2022

Yesterday, I called up an old female friend on her 80th birthday and sang our special song to her.

Here’s the song, sung to me at my 79th birthday party. Somebody put the camera on the floor, but anyway, it was recorded, not with MY usual verve, in fact it slowed down to a dirge . . . Oh well, you’ve probably heard it elsewhere. I myself learned it at one of our Crones Counsels.

So I sang our song, with the immense feeling it can convey, to Ellen, and yes, she cried.

How could anyone ever tell you

You are anything less than beautiful

How could anyone ever tell you

You are less than whole?

How could anyone fail to notice

That your loving is a miracle

How deeply you’re connected to my soul.

And that led to a two and a half hour crone-versation which delighted us both. Hearing stories of the gratitude each of us has now for especially the hardest journeys that we undertook, the ones which just about did us in, and instead turned into jewels of meaning that we gleaned, and have polished in their telling through the years. I remember Ellen as yes, an Aries, but scared to really show her stuff back then. Wow! Not now! Now she’s fully alive, fearless, and open-hearted;  the wisdom she’s gained through processing her long life shows through with every story she tells.

Ellen, who now lives in Idaho, has been processing in the past few years with Laurie, another old friend who still lives in Jackson Hole (Ellen and I lived in yurts there). They are on the phone regularly, helping each other consciously work with their latest challenges by mirroring, and illuminating, for each other, the jewel that gleams from the heart of every extended encounter with destiny.

I told Ellen I’m processing lately with another old friend we both knew and treasured from Jackson Hole, Janet, who now lives in Ecuador. Each Sunday morning Janet and I get together to meditate and reflect on the week just past.

“Janet!” Ellen exclaimed. “She’s the one who got me through that awful time when I had a lump in my breast and I kept going to her as an energy worker and she was so loving and profound with her hands and voice that the lump, after a few months, just dissolved. ”

Yes, we old women do become “wise,” so that our very presence offers a healing balm for others, IF we learn how to process our experiences, and often that means with at least one other. Otherwise, we just get stuck, and end up bitter.

Otherwise, we just get old, rather than grow old. Big difference.

Personal Processing pdf

Learning to Trust the Process pdf

TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS, EVERY SINGLE DAY: News Junkie and Spiritual Practitioner.

April 18, 2022

“NEWS” JUNKIE

How and Whether to “Keep Up” with the (3D or multi-D fake? controlled opposition?, or genuine?) “NEWS” . . .

I truly am perplexed. Especially, concerning the genuine (sincere, authentic) — which of course, even so,  are always “sourced” from a certain, more or less “informed,” more or less skewed via personality and background (including both experience and assumptions) — point of view, that is, point from which the external (bleeding from the internal?) world (simulation?) is perceived.

WHAT IS TRUTH, in this algorithmic A.I. era when, thanks to the overlords, whoever they are (or were?), we minions are delivered continuous globs of ephemeral digitalized gunk, flitting by on screens most of us (not including me) stare at even while walking down the street and tuning out the birds.

SPIRITUAL PRACTITIONER

So, on our daily walks, luckily with puppy Shadow, who sheds innocence, delight and trust wherever we go, this is what transpires, whenever we happen to encounter another. As the screen-zombified person moves towards us on the sidewalk, my ego automatically categorizes, judges the person as fat, soy boy, down and out, fearful, worried, arrogant, woke, etc. BUT: usually (and I mean 95% of the time!) this person then happens to notice little Shadow, whose innocence then grabs him or her and instantly, the stranger’s face softens into fleeting vulnerability. Then, when he or she looks up from Shadow to me, ego flees and soul reaches through my eyes into theirs. Souls intermingle for that one brief second, in a mutual encounter with the divine. For a singular moment that may even linger, we dissolve in the presence of Mystery.

This is our encounter, as we meet, greet, smile, say hello or “good morning!”. I notice, each and every time, how these brief encounters lift the heart.

Thus, over the years, have daily morning walks transformed into my main spiritual practice. I come across, I even seek out the Other, no matter who they are, for fleeting transfers, both ways, of the LOVE that fills and fuels the universe.

All this — with intense gratitude, on a daily basis, — below the “news.”

All this, to nourish me, and the world around me.

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Meanwhile, back in my “news” junkie persona,  besides regular X22 report downloads, Clif High mind blows, and other ultimately optimistic, trusted sources during this dark, strange, climactic era when old paradigms are dissolving into dust, I find myself particularly drawn, at the moment, to BioClandestine, on Telegram. Here’s the latest.

 

https://rumble.com/v11c0xd-fox-and-friends-discusses-the-new-developments-in-durham-probe.html

And Tucker Carlson continues to show the way.

https://stillnessinthestorm.com/2022/04/must-watch-courageous-young-woman-explains-to-tucker-carlson-why-she-de-transitioned-and-is-now-taking-a-stand-against-the-radical-transgender-agenda-its-devastating-from/