I believe in the world, not countries! Countries are fought over, destroyed and controlled by governments. I believe in humans, not any one culture, race or religion. I believe in integrity, morality, courage and wisdom, not hierarchy based on social standing.
There is no one great country – there is a diverse, beautiful world however, full of magical landscapes, amazing animals, birds, insects and plant life. There is an equally diverse population in every part of the world, most of which is misunderstood, misinterpreted and abused due to ignorance. I believe the majority of people just want to live their life with as few complications as possible. Countries = power = control = imbalance in nature and with humans. We are all forced to live by the laws of government, forgetting the laws of the earth, which the select few, who run the governments and corporations have taught us are unimportant.
If Canada was a region, not a country, would we be allowed to make the same destructive choices, which only serve us? It is my belief we could not as every region would have to be included in our decision making. Decisions would have to benefit every region those choices affected. In other words those living in the region of Bolivia would have to agree, for the benefit of all who live there, to the distribution of wealth from the resources of that area. Canada or the US could not make deals with corrupt governments to allow unfair distribution of those resources. Other regions would have to comply to the primary needs of those most reliant on the resources in each region before distribution outside the region could occur. The region first, excess shared after. This should encourage us to work as teams, rather than forcing domination, causing severe poverty, and extreme wealth because of unfair distribution.
This way of thinking reminds me of Star Trek and everything I loved about watching that series. Judged by actions, not labels, race, color or creed. This is how I think. I do not see the color of someone’s skin, do not consider their culture, religious beliefs, when I choose to be around them, accept them in my life. I depend solely on their actions, their behaviour and their respect for boundaries.
Someone asked me the other day if I agreed to the saying “when the student is ready the teacher will appear”.
After thinking about it these last few days, this morning I have the answer.
I believe we meet our teachers everyday, when the student is ready, they will begin to recognize, hear and understand those daily lessons. We each have wisdom from our journey which can be passed on. So, when we are ready, the words from the teacher begin to resonate with us on a soul level. I have met those who feel they are in my life to teach me, thereby unable to hear the lesson they could have learnt from me. This happens when our ego gets in front of our purpose. Or when we think our story has greater value than another’s. This is, of course, something I have experienced myself – when there is a delayed reaction to hearing certain words of wisdom and how they relate to my life. Or when several people say the same thing, in their own way, only to finally be understood by the right person at the right time. So, with this idea in mind, I realize there are no missed opportunities, just the belief things happen at the time we are ready to accept the lesson, whatever it is.
This is what I’ve learned from the many experiences and incredible gifts received from those I’ve met on my journey which has taken many twists and turns. Life is our teacher, when we’re ready, we hear the voices of the everyday people we meet when they share a portion of their journey. For me this Is referred to as “a lightbulb moment”.
July 15, 2024
I had a rather involved, but confusing dream this morning. I should have wrote it down earlier, because so much has faded away. Maybe it’s not important, all the little details which made up the story, this is hard to say now. What is remembered is being in the presence of a medicine woman. She was quite short, not a midget, based on the body type, but perhaps a Pygmy? Her medicine was old, meaning she learned from those who passed the knowledge down from one to the next over the years, each generation taught the same way, which is astounding when you think of how our children learn today.
In any case, this medicine woman came right up to me, startling me as I did not expect her to come so close – in my space, no boundaries. I remember her face very close to mine as she seemed to sniff around my neck and upper chest. My back was against a wall, this intrusion gave me discomfort, especially not understanding the purpose. Then, while right in front of me, she strained to look up into my eyes. At this point there was this acceptance that I heard her voice in my mind, knew exactly when to return her stare, which was a bit eerie. When this connection happened, I heard her say my father was part of me, his spirit melded with mine – I would never be alone. These were not her exact words, because as I mentioned there has been too much time passed since the dream occurred and I was too distracted this morning to repeat the words until I wrote them. The paraphrase feels right though, as if I’m being coached to repeat them. I also remember seeing papa standing there watching what was happening, it seems as if this was not part of the dream, I had moved into a vision actually spending time with papa and this medicine woman in the spirit realm. This is not easy to explain, but I must express how something has changed around me. Something is different – I felt the change happen on Saturday, a shift in my awareness perhaps, something important changed.
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