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What Can You Imagine For Yourself? If you don’t believe it you will probably not see it. What do you believe is possible for your life? What? Could you be an … artist? Mountain climber? Welder? Healer? Author? Singer? Midwife? World traveler? Foster parent? Farmer? Cook? Race car driver? Etc. I am not suggesting you do something just to be busy. Or that you “need” to do it. It is always your call. I do think that we tend to settle in to a complacency or “normal” behavior. There are no requirements. You have free will. But then, your soul probably has a few hundred possibilities for your life. Most of which you might not ever consider. We tend to think in a linear fashion. Like a road map and a destination. We will go here, then we will go here, and then we will arrive. Linear thinking for our…

Eat the Ice Cream We are here for the Human experience. What is it like to live life as a human BEing? Life is short … eat the ice cream. Ok, I know if all we do is eat ice cream, then perhaps our life would be short(er). ;- ) But there is a richness that is missed by millions and perhaps billions of people. Although it is available to all, our collective societies have some built-in stigmas. Perhaps not ALL cultures, but certainly in the Western mindsets. There is a temporal expansion. An elongating of life that really doesn’t serve us. If I were to use a metaphor, imagine a jet ski and a supertanker. A jet ski is nimble and quick. Changing direction, speed and outcomes in a moment. Whereas the supertanker is so big, it might take an hour to turn around, and it would need a…

Your Karma isn’t personal. Don’t take it that way. Who are your teachers today? My boss was a malicious, and perhaps even evil, man. And he was my angel. He was, perhaps, one of my most important soul contracts in this lifetime. He put me on a shrink’s couch. He cracked me open. It wasn’t what he did TO me, as much as it was what he stirred up within me. I had a lot of anger in my subconscious. And I had no idea that it was there. None. He would stir that up, my anger, and I would go home every day feeling “upset.” Well, what was “upset?” It was my anger. My anger, had it not been upset over and over again, might have slowly pinched the life out of me. My body was shutting down. I had digestive tract issues for over a decade. And I…