What is leadership where we all see ourselves as 'leaders?'
I live in a small town, a beautiful town, a town with a sense of community, and a sense of wonder at nature. Few here have observed the nature of psychosis that accompanies our most famous elites, and few have experienced the drug of limelight. They are innocent, naive and cute. I was red-pilled early, on the eve of Kennedy's assassination, I was a very young daughter of a young couple who were not struggling to get by, rather flailing under the weight of responsibility for three young daughters they had no training to raise. I was not the son they aimed for. Of course they never said so, yet, it was a leaning, a sort of vacuum where space for delight had been made.
I feel that same leaning amongst the people, a sense of the empty space where delight will come to bear. The tricky thing to describe is the quality of delight that shall be variations of relief and excitement combined in every person that decides to move into the space of leadership. Of course our founding fathers described sovereign relationship of each to God, and our rights verbalized as God given. However, we all know there was a preferred class and a servant class, the latter included all except the white males manifesting the plan. I am generous in my praise of their vision, despite the lack of standing for those like me, and others in their own vision. How am I to know who amongst them foresaw a compliment of men and women, all with a range of skin color tones involved in our political world.
Today, our healing work needs women certainly, since healing is the antithesis of competition. Nurturing a new America with space of prosperity without calamity, without cruelty, without greed and without ill gotten authority, may well be best understood intrinsically by the physically weaker sex, yet emotionally stronger sex. I am not even certain if these generalizations fit, I do know that men around here can lift more, work longer in freezing temperatures, and dang am I thankful for them! Allow me to explore my point and forgive me my trespass, where I have strayed from the path of certainty. I do not want to bemoan sexism, I want to describe a beautiful and wondrous evolution that lies directly ahead.
In many ways, if we allowed the grandmothers to choose our leaders we would have the benefit of their life lessons, their intuitions. They will choose the male leaders who are unaflicted by ego bloat syndrome. As the indigenous did before us. Perhaps faith of the collective will return for grandmothers are, as a group, most imbued with wisdom of the value of life. They would understand best who to entrust decisions of war. Of course the indigenous as a people were both brilliant and wanting, as were the settlers. And so are we. We the People are insecure. Insecure in our understanding of our power. Today, I want to offer a step that I have vetted that will aid everyone to expand their power to grow into personal certainty.
Follow me to the water's edge please. See the sparkles on the surface, this, is consciousness. This is consciousness available to you, me and all of us. Its potential is accessible with a small change in your daily lives. Within water is the potential of all. Enough of us still are lacking experience of education regarding the true nature of water, where it conflicts with profiteering it has, like so much else that is positive, been suppressed. What a wealth of gifts of technology and healing and art are coming forward from behind the walls of the corrupted citadel now being flushed of its occupants! A simple practice of steeping, if you will, your drinking water for the day, with a loved crystal will bring forward a fueling of you in subtle, yet broad and exceptional ways. I use the largest mason jars, since I happen to have them around after my juice business years ago. I am now finessing the practice a bit, to discern the difference between crystal sun tea, if you will, created with one or another types of crystal. I am certain, that each, when loved and admired offers gifts to the water, which then holds that gift and transfers it to your body, which upgrades, and your soul is uplifted and your spirit is activated.
A simple quartz crystal is the place to start, or find a small quartz sphere on eBay, or a local shop. Be certain to respect it. To call it forward to meet your expectations. Here I reveal the breadth of my interaction with all things, a breadth that some would guffaw and titter at. During one of my interviews while running a side run for governor here in Vermont, in other words using the run as an excuse to traverse my little state to encourage as much empowerment and methods of sane empowerment for the people I met along the way, one reporter wrote that I talked to animals. It just takes one colorful sentence! Lol. I did not get a chance to correct her, I talk with them. Most of us do. Its the hearing part that really gets exciting, when I can hear what they offer by wisdom. I believe I am translating their frequency into my English language. I am a novice, and consider myself largely ignorant of huge wells of information ready to be tapped, when I can find all the 'radio stations' if you will, of my inner ear.
The crystal, as well, is an ancient living form. It holds within it a unique power to upgrade our water. Our water that has been so wickedly abused, and thus, filling ourselves with it, we are walking around with an abused fuel, our spirits reaching for love and its ultimate power, despite. Leadership, is truly about the authoring of our path to love as the ultimate experience of life. Love of course is as broad a term as tree, or plant or water. It divides up into many fractalized options. For my purposes, I use it to mean our peaceful and excited state of life.
We want our blood cells to be plumpy, perfect inner tubes bouncing and floating through the water park of our arteries and veins, slowing down as they get to the capillaries, and whooshing through the beat central station, of the heart. More on that station, maybe another time. Well, they can't be plumpy and perfect if you feed them destroyed water molecules. Water is tough, but its kryptonite is the microwave oven. For those too young to know superman's undoing, kryptonite caused superman to crumble. The microwave is only useful to protect your privacy by storing your cell phone in it when not needed. More on that another time too, what we can do to own our biometric data.
If you need further proof that I offer you honorable truth, I would start with Masuro Emoto's work, Hidden Messages in Water. There you can see what a destroyed water crystal looks like, and believe me, unless you aspire to occupy in your body a monstrous lumpy limping bulging crusted shack instead of a temple, sparing your water from the microwave is the kindest act you can take for you and for the good of all.
I will tell you secret memory. It's hilarious, such an odd ball I am. When I was running for governor, to be certain I couldn't quite decide what was the best approach, absurd humor or serious pontification, so I mixed the two and nobody quite knew what to think. The common theme of course was freedom and relationship with Nature, and thus proper individual understanding of money, how to create paths to free our creativity and higher selves. I bought some bottled water, and took it to the most lovely stream, oh you would just gasp! The water tumbles down to natural pools the size of large bathtubs, and tumbles through a series of these, away from the quiet trail. It comes from a ravine that has striated stone that grew so interestingly. It looks like layers upon layers of papers, of course thicker, and those layers of course are blacks, greys and browns, tipped by green mossing. Mostly the layers are horizontal, as in a balanced pile of gigantic newspapers, looking at the edges, yet the pile has fallen over in places, and there, in still life are the layers, stone layers, forming the walls of the ravine through which the water tumbles, so happy, and obviously so.
No one really knows about this stream. I could bathe clothes off without a chance of anyone finding me. Please understand my modesty is not natural, a result of my uptight whiteness. I like cold climates because I can don an extra skin. I prefer velvety velour, I like to feel like a panther. I had a very strong compulsion to bring a 12 pack of bottled water to the edge of this great wonder of my tiny world, and to release the contents back into the wild, of course with declarations worthy of a valiant and heroic rescue.
My point here, is it would be most helpful to you if you were to find yourself a sweet little crystal, and understand it as magic giver, for it will heal your water, in turn your water beings to heal you! Put that little talisman of loving potential into a vessel of your choosing, and allow yourself the ridiculousness of generating hope, gratitude, and expectation of love to that captured body of water. Hug it, if no one is looking. This is your fuel. This is your rocket spirit fuel. I believe this might even be the beginning of your healing and mine on a whole different dimension. I will explore with you all the possibilities. Another day. I have promised myself to put some hours elsewhere, like in making some things for my growing season outside. Even right now, the door is open and heather, the chicken that lays the blue eggs is seraching for a nest in here to make a special delivery egg offering. I like Heather, she doesn't poop in the house, right now she is clucking at my feet and sitting on a paper shopping bag to see if she can nest it up.
Shortly, In days and weeks, a curious stirring will occur, an enlivening of your spiritual effervescence. And more and more, I am willing to confirm, your desire for your crystal tea water will grow, as the results engage your joy. I began this mornings' fun with the topic of leadership. Truly, leading your habits and practices towards maximum fun is the highest way to honor God, and the best way to help your proximate family, friends, and connections over the wobbly economic bridge ahead spanning the great divide of business as usual (in debt malice and for destruction), to the Shangri-La of the far side, yes even the FARSIDE, where Gary Larson lives today. I know you get what I am driving at. I am driving towards that wobbly bridge, however, you can bet, I am going to dismount from my motorized lifestyle. Pause, take a deep breath, and step gingerly onto it. Gripping the great swinging hemp ropes in handfuls that match my minced steps, and singing my prayers to cash in on my safety against my karma bank, never once looking down. I don't even need to gaze at the exuberant water crashing down the pointy rocks so far below. Woo, the height of it all. The last few steps a leap and whoop!
Together, we are going to span great heights. We are now like a caterpillars, each of us. What do you write to a caterpillar headed into the cocoon, all your body parts are going to turn into goo, but don't worry, have faith?
ps. Heather would NOT be denied. She insisted on finding a laying spot inside. I used to have a box by the kitchen door, and so, now I finally obeyed and went out to the chicken coop, got some dusty hay, retrieved a sturdy box from the basement with her in my arms all the while- so she didn't knock anything over in her insistent search. The sides of the box have to be just so high. Now she is satisfied and quiet. We will see if something blue like a lovely egg pops out soon. I tell you this little story because we are headed into times of new involvement with our food source. Hens are very generous and perceptive and careful beings. It's entirely possible that a whole new line of businesses could pop up of training young hens to be litter trained and live in apartment or house settings and provide eggship, and companionship for many.
pps. She is still sitting. Some hens lay faster than others. I am tackling the tech to bring you this, and the blue egg evidence awaits its cloud destiny, and I myself need to be freed for my self imposed tether to this computer. XO