Learn and Flow

Stress builds when a system is at capacity. We are dealing with this as reality in our medical issues and in our interior spaces.

Each of us is somewhere on our personal threshold of redefining our Self in these times of virus. It is important to remember that this is only our limited viewpoint we hold about our Self. For we are much more and when we relax and let shift happen as part of our rule set we are better able to enjoy the ebbs and flows that Life embodies.

Our capacity to tolerate differences is limitless when we reach into our senses as Consciousness. Our mind that holds our illusions of who we each are is a system. A system of beliefs of set bias, perceptions and orientations to explore. This system builds references, patterns of story and behavior of thought and feelings to reaffirm itself and sustain itself. It is neither growth or flow oriented but sustaining in dynamic once it hits its capacity

Right now we have the opportunity to interact globally with pandemic energies as we each are becoming aware of our system of connected thoughts and actions that have been held in the shadows running our sense of the Light. Our society is reflecting as tension on so many fronts from virus and racial bias. As they are exposed into the Light, we have opportunities to clear and expand into being Light. All part of a natural progression we call Life.

But all too often we settle and interfere with our ability to naturally learn and flow. Not learn and grow but learn and flow. Growth can happen when one is maturing but if we think in terms of learn and flow you can feel the energies shift. Information is coming into us and awareness can become an outcome. Doesn't have to in a closed system that Self most often is. But, in an open system, awareness will flourish. The illusion of Self responds differently and empowers flow to happen where the learning is opening, interpreted as useful to Life itself as a system of variables. There is no sense of resistance. There is no surrender. There is only flow. And, in the process we find ourselves, our systems of body, mind and what we call Spirit, in flow.

So much we find in life is in terms of blocks, problems, patterns of traditions that stop us in our tracks. We can develop the habit of making things bite size to better able deal with them. We do it in our thoughts and our abilities as we compartmentalize and itemize and sort and separate the human experience. Our thoughts, our feelings, our associations, our bodies, and those things we interact with out there, what ever that may be. It is important in the physical realm but not so much elsewhere when we fixate on our findings and become clueless to orientation and history of context.

Context is important as it is framework for the word, the thought, the issue, the conflict. A part of our uproar about racial bias is often about our coming up against old and new context. Like our forefathers who created this democracy and stating we are all equal and yet somehow okay to having slaves and holding women as chattel at the same time. I think the We used was really the Us who are writing this.

Much of what we take for granted is old thoughts held in different context and applied to the now. Like our conversations about the 2nd amendment and guns and militia. Different times, different societies, different technologies. Intelligent men of all kinds thought slavery was the way to maintain lands and title. There are men all over the world who think women were and still are slaves to male desires.

If you have any awareness of history it would have to include that slavery is as old as man. Often one went to war and took prisoners who became slave labor to the victor. Often those who rose in power of entitlement came with the illusion that others were slaves to them, no longer equal and so treated. They were now the defeated, the downtrodden, humanity lost. Around the globe. It was how the Greeks held power, the Romans rose to power, the Chinese over their clans, Aborigine cultures and Africans alike. This is nothing new.

And then there are men throughout history that have valued one another and women as equals but different without fear.

How much of what we see in our world of human interaction right now is about fear as tradition at its' core?

Be open to a new thought, learn and flow.

Janet Barrett
Life in the Beyond/Journeys Into Enlightenment
janetb@janetandbeyond.com
www.janetandbeyond.com

The Mask It's All About You by Bill Protzmann

Image by Alexandra_Koch from Pixabay 

A friend and past guest on my podcast, Bill Protzmann. of Music Care Inc. sent this out last week. I so enjoyed it I thought I would pass it on to you.

 Whenever I hear people feeling challenged to wear a mask I am noticing how they hold the reality of Oneness. I am claustrophobic myself so wearing one is not my favorite thing to do but I do it anyway. As I get ready for my upcoming surgery I will appreciate the masks worn by the medical staff around me. They do this to help keep their stuff clean of mine. IT is all about mindset. For me it is not about control. It is about politeness, courtesy and respect towards each other. All which are forms of Love. 

"This article originally appeared at PracticalHeartSkills.com and is used here with kind permission of the author."

“Americans can always be trusted to do the right thing…once all other possibilities have been exhausted.” – famously misattributed to Sir Winston Churchill

My Dear Friend:

When you see me wearing a mask these days, think of me as you would think of a slightly eccentric but kindly uncle who only wants the best for you until you can inherit some of my considerable wealth.

When you wonder why I mask up like this or suspect I might be towing someone else’s line out of sheer dogged compliance, just know that when I wear a mask, it’s really all about you.

I could really care less what some high government official or healthcare expert says about wearing a mask. I don’t have much regard for either of them these days.

I could really care less for what you think of me, too. Please don’t take that the wrong way: this isn’t about me. It’s about you.

You see, I’m not the first one to wear my mask for you, and I won’t be the last.

The thing is, you matter to me. What you think. What you do. How you live in your corner of our crazy world.

It matters to me that you enjoy your culture, your home, your friends, your family, probably as much as anyone else does.

It matters to me that you think, feel, act, sing, pray, meditate, stream videos, vote, work at some occupation that matters to you, hold to your convictions, act as if…and it matters to me that you do all those things to help you belong in our world in the way that works best for you.

It matters that you do many of those things differently than I do. Yes: differently.

If we were all the same, what a boring place this world would be.

Yes, I know: underneath it all, we are all basically the same, but that’s not the point.

The point, my friend, is that I’ve run out of ways to honor you.

I’ve been locked down, quarantined, circumscribed, mandated, and browbeaten into compliance with arbitrary rules no one could have imagined last year. And so have you. We are, in this pandemic-infused moment of history, together in so many more ways than we are apart.

Except when we aren’t apart.

In those limited moments when I pass you on the sidewalk, or in the pharmacy or the grocery store, or on the subway, train station, bus, café, or empty shopping mall, most of my safe ways to honor you have been masked. You can’t always see me smile from my eyes. You can’t always see the compassion there, too.

And sometimes, my dear friend, you don’t want to. I can’t say I blame you. Things are fraught, and you might just find me offensive for any number of reasons that I don’t know and can’t guess.

But here’s the thing: I love you.

Doesn’t that just sound trite, pithy, and useless?

Honestly, sometimes it’s all I’ve got to give you. I can’t say it to you, can’t offer you my hand in greeting, can’t hug you like a long-lost parent or prodigal child.

Not because I don’t want to, but because I love you, and you deserve love, honor, and respect, and the usual ways I had for offering that to you aren’t options for me now.

I’ve had to invent a new way to show you that I care for you and for who you are. I’ve had to open what’s left of my much-battered heart and offer something to you from that vulnerable place. We are, after all, united in our pain right now more than in any other way.

Oh yes, I know you put on your brave face and walk it into the world every day as if pain isn’t a factor in your life, but that’s not why I love you. I love you, you see, because I used to be that person, too, and I have learned to live in this world “with its harsh need to change you” as the poet David Whyte writes.

The world has changed me, my friend, into that possibly-wealthy, slightly-eccentric, kind, (mostly) tolerant and accepting uncle you wish you had.

Well, you’ve got me. And you’ll know me when you see me. I’m the one wearing a mask.

Sincerely –

Bill

Janet Barrett
Life in the Beyond/Journeys Into Enlightenment with Janet
www.janetandbeyond.com 
janetb@janetandbeyond.com