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LuminArea
Nourishment
Eating with Reverence
December Exercise
Talking Circle
Walking with Trust
Poem of the Month
Three-Fold Flame
Sister Tact
Matter of Trust
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The Space for Luminaries:
Dodinsky
Dodinsky

 

His intent was simply to share his reflections about life in order to help heal the wounds he suffered at the hands of an unhealthy relationship. At the time, the man known by his readers as Dodinsky had no idea that within five months of starting his Facebook page The Garden of Thoughts, nearly 11,000 others and counting would find healing through the modest words he planted.

 

"I was humbled to see that in my own little way, I was affecting the lives of others," says Dodinsky of the hundreds of appreciative emails that quickly flooded his inbox. "One reader named Robin wrote, 'If only my son [had] read your works, he would still be alive today.' Robin's son had taken his own life. Like so many others, she became a loyal reader, and now dear friend and champion of spreading my work."

 

It is clear from the moment one lands on "The Garden of Thoughts" that there are many out there like Robin. The focus of Dodinsky's short writings--love, compassion, unity, tolerance, and self-worth--clearly resonate with his readers, whom Dodinsky calls "gardeners." His page has become a community in which people from all walks of life share their own stories.

 

"I truly believe that within us, there is a Garden of Thought in which we can find solace whenever we are going through a storm. The response to my work shows that there are many on the same path. Each of us needs words that bring comfort, and an understanding that one is not alone when facing adversity."

 

As for his own struggles, Dodinsky eventually left his harmful relationship, deciding that he needed "to live his dreams and not be trapped in someone else's chaotic world." He says that he emerged a better person. He continued to write, and people continued to come.

 

Today Dodinsky's intent, like the man himself, has blossomed: he'd like to be able to give his "gardeners" the gift book they often request. He hopes in the future to find a literary agent to make his dream a reality.

 

Dodinsky was born in the Phillippines in 1971 and immigrated to the US five years ago.  Last year, he became a US Citizen.  Dodinsky works in the home healthcare industry when he's not tending his Garden of Thoughts. 

Nourishment
Macaroni & Cheese

Shan's Mac


This is comfort food in all its ooey, gooey glory. You may wish to sauté 4 ounces of Serrano or Prosciutto ham in 2 teaspoons olive oil, and add it in step 4. To save time, you may wish to use a pre-shredded six-cheese blend in place of the cheeses listed below.

 

Serves 4 - 6

 

One 16-ounce box dried cellentani  

       pasta

1 ½ tablespoons unsalted butter

2 cloves garlic, minced

1 ½ tablespoons unbleached flour

1 ½  cups cold heavy cream or whole

       milk

¼ teaspoon freshly ground nutmeg

1 cup shredded Gruyère or 

       Appenzeller cheese

1 cup grated sharp Cheddar cheese

½ cup grated Jarlsberg or 

      Emmenthal cheese

½ cup freshly grated Parmesan

      cheese, plus more for garnish

½ cup toasted Italian-seasoned

      breadcrumbs

Chopped flat-leaf parsley for garnish
Sea salt
Freshly ground white pepper


1. Prepare the pasta according to the package instructions. Set aside.

2. Melt the butter in a large saucepan over medium-low heat.  Add the garlic, and sauté for 1 minute.  Whisk in the flour, and cook until it just begins to color, about 2 minutes.

3. Pour in the cold cream or milk.  Whisking constantly, bring to a boil.  Season to taste with salt and pepper. 

Reduce heat and simmer, uncovered, for 15 minutes, being certain to whisk occasionally. 

4. Add the cheeses, and stir until melted. 

5. Add the pasta to heat through; toss well to coat.  Season to taste with salt and pepper.

 

Presentation

Place in serving dishes, and sprinkle with the breadcrumbs and parsley.  Serve immediately.


For more simple and delicious recipes like this one, please check out Shannon's cookbooks here.
Intentions

I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.
                                           Lily Tomlin

The law of flotation was not discovered by contemplating the sinking of things, but by contemplating the floating of things which floated naturally, and then intelligently asking why they did so.

                                 Thomas Troward

The answer to Where is this field? is: There is no place that it's not, because everything in the universe has intention built into it.  This is true for all life forms, whether it be a wildebeest, bush, or a mountain.

                                        Wayne Dyer
January Exercise
Writing a Personal Mission Statement
Trust?

In business, a mission statement is a short, formal statement that expresses the purpose of a company or organization. It spells out an overall goal, provides direction, and guides decision making.
 

In the business of life, writing a personal mission statement can serve the same purpose.  It can also serve as an excellent first step in setting a formal intention. 
 

So how do you go about creating your personal mission statement?  First, think "as if."  Just as you're instructed in a job interview to dress the part of the position you want, in creating your personal mission statement, you'll want to use the words that describe your future self.  Write as if it--whatever your "it" may be--already is.  An example of this would be Shannon's own mission statement from 12 years ago that began with the following: "An award-winning author, Shannon is...."  Shannon was not yet an award-winning author in "real life" (much less an author at all), but she already was in her imagined future.  This statement helped make her goal "real," and in times of self-doubt or external rejection, served as a reminder of her desired destination.  It helped her decide which personal goals and objectives would enable her to carry out her mission.


Though initially it is helpful to freewrite many things you intend to be, the final version of your personal mission statement should be between 30 and 50 words.  It may take you several days--or even weeks--to complete this process, but stick with it.  The process itself is powerful. 
 

Go forth and write your best life!  And as you do, remember that as in life itself, you can always revise. 

Events and Appearances
Tikal

An Evening with Ac Tah, Caminante Maya ("The Walking Maya")
Maud Preston Palensky Memorial Library
St. Joseph, Michigan, USA
 
March 7, 2011
Lecture and Community Forum

InLightenment: Discovering the Sacred Within

Infinity Foundation
Highland Park, Illinois, USA
March 10, 2011
Daytime Course

Eating with the Ancients
6th Annual Empowerment Conference for Native Americans with Disabilities
Polson, Montana, USA
April 11 - 12, 2011
Keynote Presentation

First the Dharma, then the Dishes: Spirituality for the Modern Woman
Infinity Foundation
Highland Park, Illinois, USA
April 30, 2011
Daytime Course

Sacred Journeys Tour
Bali: Nurturing the Creative
May 8 - 15, 2011

Commencement Speech
Sheboygan Falls High School
Sheboygan Falls, Wisconsin, USA
June 5, 2011

Eating with Reverence: Food for the Soul
Institute of Noetic Sciences
Petaluma, California, USA
July 8 - 10, 2011
Conscious Living Workshop

Soul Food: Eating With the Reverence and Respect of the Ancients
National Wellness Conference
Stevens Point, Wisconsin, USA
July 17, 2011
One-Day Pre-Conference Intensive

 
Affix Your Own Oxygen Mask First: Navigating Your Team Through Tough Times
 
National Wellness Conference
Stevens Point, Wisconsin, USA
July 18, 2011
Main Conference Breakout
 

 
Culinary Tour
Northern Delights: Stockholm, Helsinki, and Oslo
August 1 - 10, 2011

Sacred Journeys Retreat
Tikal and Yaxhá: Lifting the Veil
November 6 - 13, 2011

Unless otherwise noted, all events are open to the public.

To book Shannon for your event, call Dez at 615.598.7730, or visit Shannon's website.
         Submission
          Guidelines

Submission

Inlightenment
is about nourishing the sacred within ourselves, so that we may come to recognize and honor the sacred that exists everywhere in the world.  If you would like your essay, poem, or photograph to be considered for future issues--or if you'd like to tell us about someone or something Inlightenment readers should know--we are currently seeking content that fits within our 2011 editorial calendar: 

February: Bliss
March: Forgiveness
April:
Reinvention
May: Expectation
June: Compassion
July: Bravery
August: Love
September: Honesty
October: Humor
November: Integrity
December: Perseverance

In order to be considered, content must be received by email no later than 30 days prior to the first day of each issue's month. We are happy to consider submissions from unpublished writers; however, we ask that you please edit carefully and check past issues for our style and tone.  Essays should not exceed 900 words.   We reserve the right to edit submissions for content and style.

Thank you for your interest in Inlightenment!  We very much look forward to hearing from you.

Letters to the Editor
Letters to Editor

What a refreshing eZine.  In a world that seems to be spinning off its axis with violence and mayhem, it was such a lovely respite to reside in Hope.  To applaud the Good that gets buried under the barrage of bad, as evil seems to dominate reporting.  I look forward to the encouraging stories that fortify me with God's promise of Protection and endless Love.

 

             Gayla, Billings, Wyoming, USA
 

Wonderful, beautiful, and important issues. Yes, we all need light and the process of Inlightenment is like a fire within to get connected with the power of soul--the balance which we all search for, the way of harmony and happiness. 

 

                          Katja, Helsinki, Finland

 

WowWowWow!  Amazing!  Beautiful!  Incredibly perfect!

 

                      Flavia, Copán, Honduras 

In Gratitude
Thank You

Heartfelt thanks to this month's contributors. 

Thank you also to El Salvadorian artist Frida Larios, creator of New Maya Language, who lovingly designed our Maya-inspired logo and banner. To learn about Frida and her work, click here.
Greetings! Shannon

Happy New Year!

This month, our theme is INTENTION.  Among other inspirational men and women, we'll meet Jonathan, a former college wrestler who worked the field of intention to change his life; Mary, whose battle with ovarian cancer taught her how to visualize her own best future; and Ac Tah, a Mayan spiritual leader who shares with us his 2011 intentions for the world. Their stories show us the importance of thoughtful intent. As you read their words--and the heartfelt words of all our other contributors--I urge you to think about how you can use intention as a powerful tool for change and growth in your own life.

I'm delighted to announce that this month, novelist Sandra Kring joins us as a regular contributor. Her soul-filled words have touched hundreds of thousands of readers around the world, just as I'm confident they'll touch you here in Inlightenment.
  (And yes, in case you were wondering by our shared last name, I'm proud to call her "Mom.")

 

May 2011 be your best year yet!

 

Love,
Shannon

 

PS Please note that in order to view all of Inlightenment, you may need to click "view entire message" at the bottom of this email.

Talking Circle

In this installment of Talking Circle, two courageous readers show us what can happen when we use intention to heal our minds, bodies, and spirits.

 

Mary's SMary Richtory

Why is this happening to me?  These words played over and over in my head like a broken record for the span of almost three years.  I had always thought of myself as a positive person and have a library of self help books to prove it.  But when one after another each aspect of my life fell apart, I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into the world of negativity and pity parties. 

 

2007 started out like any other year.  Things were going pretty well in my life.  I had a good job, health, and a happy marriage.   Little did I know that that was about to change. 

 

I had been struggling with female problems for some time, but they were progressively getting worse. In the spring of 2007, at the age of 36, I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer.  When the doctor said those words to me-"The tumor on your ovary is borderline stage 2 cancer, and we need to start radiation immediately"-I was so devastated.  I cried all the way home from the doctor's office and couldn't even imagine speaking them out loud.  I went to the worst possible scenario and started my downward spiral into depression and negativity.  During the countless doctors visits, my husband decided that he was in love with another woman. That he was no longer "in love with me". 

 

We had been together for so long I didn't know where I ended and he began.  I remember the moment he told me and how I couldn't breathe.  My heart was broken, and I really had no idea how I was going to move on.  I didn't know if I was going to live or die because of the cancer, and I isolated myself from everyone around me.  I spent months self medicating (drinking a lot), crying, going to radiation, and not taking care of myself or anyone around me.  I felt myself being swallowed alive by anger, hurt, resentment, and negativity.  When I looked at myself in the mirror, I did not even recognize the person in front of me.  My eyes that had once been filled with joy and happiness were so empty.  I had no idea how I was going to live each day.  Often times wished that the cancer would prevail.   I was laid off from my job of 14 years later that year, and it seemed as if all hope was lost.  Nothing I had once identified myself with was left. 

 

You are probably beginning to wonder what all this has to do with intention.  There came a point when I decided to only allow myself to think of what I wanted rather than immerse myself in all the things around me that were falling apart.  I shifted my focus from "Why me?" to "Why not me?"  Why couldn't I have and do anything I wanted?

 

I sat down one afternoon and wrote a list of all of the things I wanted in my perfect job.  Three days later I got a call from the company I am currently working for, and one by one, every item on that list has been fulfilled.  My marriage has never been stronger and I am a year and half cancer free.  If I had realized that all things were possible long before I did, I would have saved myself a lot of tearful days and nights.  Now when things are not going quite as planned, I first ask myself if there is a lesson to be learned from this situation, and then I change my mindset and intentions to make it what I want it to be.  Life gives us so many growing opportunities.  I often wish I didn't have so many chances for growth, but I know now that my intentions can change my destiny.

 

                                                                               Mary Rich, 40, Evans, GA USA
 

 

Sarah Salvia ColinSarah's Story

I have wanted to be a mother for as long as I can remember, so I was thrilled in February of 2009 to see "Pregnant" appear on a home pregnancy test. 

 

For the first trimester, I appeared to have a picture-perfect pregnancy, and my doctor always ended my appointments by telling me what a healthy baby I had growing inside me.  When the time came for my second-trimester ultrasound, I was hopeful we'd get lots of good pictures of our little baby, and that my mother-who accompanied my husband and me-would be ecstatic to meet her first grandchild.  She was, and so were we.  Our joy was short-lived, however.

 

"I don't like what I see," the doctor said.  "I've made an appointment for you to see a specialist next week."  She wouldn't tell us anything other than that our baby had fluid around its heart and abdomen.  She would not offer any speculation as to what might be causing it. 

 

Shaken but optimistic, I hugged my mom goodbye and promised her that everything was going to be fine.   My husband and I went back to his office and immediately started to Google "fluid around fetal heart and stomach."  What we found terrified us. We began grieving while still holding out hope over the weekend.

 

On Monday we drove to see the specialist.  Right after starting the ultrasound, he said, "I'm sorry, but your baby is very sick."  He confirmed that there was a lot of fluid around our baby's heart and stomach, and he informed us that this was causing our baby to experience heart problems.  The only hope was that the cause was anemia, which was treatable, so he did an emergency amniocentesis to find out.  Within minutes, we had the results.  It was not anemia.  There was nothing we could do.  He told me to schedule an appointment for two days later to see if our baby was still alive.  If all progressed well for the next two weeks, he could deliver early and try to save our baby.  We were devastated.

 

The next day, I realized that I had not felt any movement since we had gotten home from the hospital.  We drove to my doctor's office to check for a heartbeat.  There was none.  An ultrasound confirmed that our baby had died during the night.  I was sent another hour away to be induced.  My mother came to be with us for that, too.  But things were not how they were supposed to be.  Joel Thomas was born still on July 15, 2009.  He weighed one pound and was twelve inches long.  I will forever cherish the precious few moments we spent with our little boy.

 

After a great deal of genetic testing, counseling, and grieving, we started trying for another baby.  We wanted more than anything to be parents together.  We had discussed it since our first date!  It did not happen as easily this time, and my new doctor was about to intervene with fertility treatments.  Before I agreed to start the treatment, I thought I would try something different.  I created an intention that I would become pregnant, and I visualized it happening.  I figured it was worth a try, so I dove in wholeheartedly.  I created a sign to hang where I would see it every day that read, "My body and my mind are healed, and I am having a beautiful, healthy baby."  I read it aloud at least once every day.  I changed my diet so that I was eating as though I were already pregnant, and I spoke as though a baby was already inside me.  I went shopping for clothes and blankets for the baby I intended to conceive that month.  It seemed crazy, but my husband and my mother (the only people who knew I was doing this) went along with it anyway.  And then, the week before I was supposed to begin the treatments, I got a positive pregnancy test!  My husband and I were both elated and terrified.  The next nine months were fraught with complications and scares, and being on the same timeline as our first pregnancy complicated our emotions a great deal as well. 

 

At my 37 week appointment, our non-stress test was different than usual.  Our doctor followed up immediately with an ultrasound.  The fluid levels were low around our baby.  She wanted to induce immediately.  I was terrified but intended, as I did before and throughout my pregnancy, that we would have a different outcome this time.  I called my mother to come up and be with us again.  I was sent up to labor and delivery, and the induction was started.  Six hours and three minutes later, our beautiful and perfectly healthy son, Colin Carl, was born on October 28, 2010.  Words cannot describe the gratitude and elation that my husband, my mother, and I felt when that little boy started screaming as he was placed into my arms.  Every day with him feels like a miracle, and I feel like I am finally fulfilling my intended purpose.  I still miss the baby that we lost, but my heart is filled with overwhelming love and joy for this tiny little soul that would not be here if it weren't for his brother's death.
 

                                                          Sarah Salvia, 34, Appleton, Wisconsin, USA

 

Next month, we'll be featuring stories of BLISS.  To share yours, please click here.

Walking with Intention
by Daniel Hull (Songide Makwa, "Strong Hearted Bear")
 
Daniel

Intention, in simple terms, is having in mind a purpose or a plan, direction that defines action.

 

Through purposeful intent, making plans, setting goals, you are taking greater control of your life. Lacking intention, we sometimes stray without meaning or direction, i.e., I sometimes find myself apologizing to people for something I've done or said, saying, "I didn't do/say that intentionally." 

 

Well-intentioned people don't purposely set out to hurt other people's feelings, or to make foolish mistakes or decisions .  But in order to be "well intentioned," there first needs to be some forethought, the need to be more thoughtful of our words and our actions, rather then wandering aimlessly through life.

 

When we wake up, we can intend to have a good day or to do something good for someone.  Accomplish a task we've been avoiding.  Or to have a bad day, for that matter.  The thought can manifest the desired results by simply making our minds conscious of our intent.

 

We can't always control what comes to us, only how we react to it. Don't surrender control.  Live with intention.  Devise a plan to stay the course and achieve the desired result.

 

Live with purpose.  Remove the fear and replace it with hope.  The impossible can be possible.  It's mind over matter, if that's your intention.

 

Daniel Hull, Songide Makwa (Strong Hearted Bear), 54, Wausau, Wisconsin, USA, is an Anishinaabe spiritual advisor for social services treatment facilities, a mentor for youth at risk, a sharer of traditional teachings, and a ceremonial intercessor. www.nandagikendan.com
Memory Serves Me Well

by Sandra Kring

Sandra Kring

Music and written words have always been my sanctuary.  When I was a child, music--whether I heard it or sang it--had the power to comfort me and lift me above the fear and violence that filled my home. By the time I was in my late teens, I discovered that I could open my heart when I opened a book, and be assured that we all live the same sorrows and fears, and harbor the same hope for joy.  So it seems only fitting that I should learn my most valuable lesson about intention from music, and that the lesson should be my saving grace when I became a writer.

I was in my early 20s, married, and with small children.  With no degree or training, and money tight, I needed a way to help supplement our income. So I decided to sing for my supper, and my brother and I become a duo.  Our first opportunity to do so publicly came in a request to perform a few songs at a benefit for a local family whose teenage son was dying of cancer.  I didn't know the family, but I could imagine their heartbreak.  So I set out to find a special song for the ailing young man. One with a melody that would soothe him, and lyrics that would give voice to emotions he might not be able to express.I chose Memory from the musical Cats. Not because I thought it would fit the venue or my voice, but because the song felt right for him.And that night, in spite of first-time jitters because we were in a line-up with seasoned musicians and the crowd was so large, I sang only for him. For the boy whose heart surely had to be crying out, "Touch me, it's so easy to leave me, all alone with the memory of my days in the sun."

When the song was over, the hall rang with thunderous applause, and by evening's end we had a string of bookings. More quickly followed.

How easy it was to get caught up in the praise over the next few weeks! No, I wasn't looking for a life of music on the road--my roots were planted in motherhood then--but even on a small scale it gave me what the human ego always longs for: being admired, being praised, being singled out for what we can do well and love doing. Winning by rising above the ordinary.

A few months later, my brother ran into a relative of the boy, and learned that he'd passed away shortly after the benefit.The aunt told of how someone had made him a recording of the event he'd been too ill to attend, and that he'd played our rendition of Memory day in and day out. And near the end, when he became too weak to rewind the tape himself, his mother would rewind it for him.What shame I felt when I heard the story.  How had I forgotten him?  When had my intention switched from what I could give this young man, to what the gesture could get me?

After the lesson comes the learning.

In time I came to understand that we all long to be loved, acknowledged, accepted, and respected, and that there should be no shame in having these needs, nor in striving to have them met.  Yet, just as it is the soul's nature to give, it is human nature to grab. And if left untempered, the human ego will grab for more praise, more fame, more money, more success, until our excitement turns to fear, and the aspiration that once gave us pleasure now gives us pain.

 
Today I work in the competitive world of publishing, where the weight of a writer's worth--and the fate of one's dream--is determined by dollar signs.  Here especially, Memory serves me well.Every morning when I sit down to write, my original intention--to give readers a place to open their hearts and minds, and be reminded that we are more alike than different--is with me.It is a part of me now, the foundation on which I write.  It is what saves me from exhausting myself with anxious self-promotion, and what exempts me from experiencing positive reviews as sustenance, and fearing negative ones like bullets.  Fear lives in the human mind, not in the human soul.

Granted, there are non-writing moments when my human side--that part of me that loves to write so deeply--starts questioning  if I'm doing my story justice, or fretting over whether my sales will continue to climb at a fast enough clip to keep my publisher pleased.  When this happens, my first impulse is to tune out this anxiety the same way I tune out background noise when I'm working. But as I've learned, the human ego will not be subdued by disregard.  It is a part of us, after all.  A member of our inner ensemble who, when ignored, will turn up its volume until its wails and rages are all we can hear.  So I've learned to pause.  To listen. To feel compassion for my humanness.  Then I turn on some music, open my story, and grab onto the joy that creating brings me.  I write for what I might give.

Sandra Kring's debut novel,
Carry Me Home, was a Book Sense Notable Pick and a 2005 Midwest Booksellers Choice Award nominee. The Book of Bright Ideas was Target's Bookmarked pick for Summer 2006. Thank You for All Things was All You magazine's first book club selection. Her latest book, How High the Moon, was a Midwest Booksellers Association's Connections Pick, and a Target Breakout Book. Sandra has just sold a sequel to The Book of Bright Ideas. She lives in Wisconsin.  www.sandrakring.com

2011: Intentions for a New Humanity 
by Ac Tah (Caminante Maya, "The Walking Maya")
translated by Leah Sunshine Polio Glatz

Ac TahWe find ourselves at the end of the time of "no time".  All of humanity is just a step away from taking a giant leap. The whole world, the elements, and the our collective conscious are all ready for this great change.  There is only one missing ingredient needed for this to happen: you.  And your will must be centered around unity.

 

Our ancient wise ancestors were able to calculate the "end" of the great 5,125 year cycle of constant energetic movement through understanding cosmic syncronizers, commonly know as calendars.  They knew that upon completion of this cycle, the Earth would await an energetic adjustment toward a new type of vibration.  All of this is said to happen within an adjustment period of a katun (nearly 20 years) at the end of this great cycle.  This is why we are in the time of no time, a period of adjustment or recalibration, where the energetic field of the earth is to be in constant flux, unable to be measured.

 

The cosmic synchronizer based on the Orion constellation (known in the Maya language as Ka'an Ak) concluded in 1992, and since that date, many changes all over the earth have occurred as the vibration of the Earth has been changing at an accelerated rate.  Since that date, shifts in consciousness have occurred in the Earth, the Oceans, the rivers, the animals, and even with human beings.  There has been a change in our perception of life.  Most of us have realized that we wish to live in a more natural world, living in harmony and balance with this planet and Her creatures.  We want to live in peace between ourselves, free of borders, to move beyond the barriers that divide us between our cultures and races. We wish to live on this planet as we truly are: Cosmic Beings.

 

Our ancestors left us an energetic portal to prepare us for this great change. However, during the colonial invasion of our countries by the "new culture," this portal of knowledge that would have developed our nervous systems and activated our DNA codes was destroyed due to the ignorance of these invaders.  Humankind was left without this crucial information that would have helped us reconfigure our brains and energetic circuits for the new cosmic energy that arrives each day to our planet due to the solar winds produced by increased solar radiation in this heightened phase of the current sun spot cycle.

 

However, all was not lost because our ancient Maya ancestors, as many today are beginning to realize, formed a culture of great wise sages and scientists.  They were masters of genetics, and they recorded information of the DNA of select lineages, containing information to activate and configure the neuronal pathways of humanity for this great energetic change during this katun.

 

They left a sign to recognize the carriers of this lineage of knowledge through one of the surviving written prophesies and visions:

 

Le maa ku yohela ku Tal ti u mas no´ochi chi´i´ibal ti to´on, le mako´obo maya´ab.

He who knows comes from our lineage, the people of maya'ab

 

Leti ku yohelaje ba´ax tun kiuchu huaye, ku huila yete ku dzicbalic ton ca´achi ku sa´asta u bali u katún.

They know what will happen here, they will see and explain.  Then the dark signs of the katun will be clear.

 

T´aan Popol Vuhb Maa yab

Message of the Popol Vuh of the Maya.

 

Recently, I have been transmitting the knowledge of Sacred Geometry that has been passed down from my ancestors through to the teachings of my grandfather Ahau Tah Huichin.  I have also been learning the ways and beliefs of the legacy they left for us for this time.

 

On the Spring Equinox of 2009, I began to learn how this sacred geometry can be used to obtain unity between many diverse groups and races of people, their philosophies and beliefs.  It is called "The Maya Orion Mirror." It allows unity to manifest through the transmission of frequencies to our environment which allows human beings to elevate our neurological vibrations and become more aware of the great shift that approaches, and the course of action that this shift necessitates.

 

Within a few months of learning of this Maya Sacred Geometry, it is now practiced in 50 Mexican cities as a medium through which we may achieve peace through its vibration of unity.

 

On many levels of understanding, the year 2010 was a time for many adjustments.  Material, emotional, and spiritual planes of human awareness all have had to shift due to the changes in the Earth, its electromagnetic field, and the increase in its vibration.

 

The days closing the year 2010, the constellation Orion had a greater effect on the Earth than ever before, which in turn, has had an impact on our bodies, especially on our nervous systems.  We must take into account that our brains function through frequencies, protons, ions, and chemicals (the brain actually has electrochemical responses).  Because of these processes, our endocrine systems will go through a phase of expansion during this heightened vibration, bringing greater potential to our desires (thoughts) and thereby awakening a new consciousness in humanity. For this reason, 2011 is the perfect time to bring the knowledge of this Sacred Mayan Geometry to light to help establish the awareness of the Antal Ak, or Orion Beings.

 

The purpose of this Sacred Geometrical shape is to reconfigure our neuronal network as it is marked by the time and energy synchronizer U'Xook dzolkino'obo.  It is meant to awaken your inner potential, the internal reflection of your true self.  We must learn to cross the veil of illusion, realize what is happening to our Earth and our bodies, and take action to be conscious of the process of evolution that we are undergoing.  We must also recognize the need to recreate a new energetic portal like the ones our ancestors left for us.  The time has come for us to reconnect to ancient ancestral wisdom, applying modern intelligence to create a new version of humanity.

 

Through the use of the Maya Orion Mirror in 2010, a series of energies began to unfold, bringing the potential to assist human beings to understand the need for this great individual and collective change.  Consequently, a series of changes have also emerged that have marked our lives, stirring up old, internal patterns, beliefs, and ways of living that had become stuck.  Those who have clung to these old patterns have suffered many material, emotional, and spiritual losses.

 

2011 is the time to establish this new energy, to generate a greater capacity and complexity in our nervous system that will serve to balance the increased solar energy that is affecting the Earth.  "As above, so below."  The time has come for us to become cosmic beings of light, the time of the Antal Ak, to begin to experience life in a different way, embracing new belief systems that are based in unity, co-operation, giving, and receiving in a reciprocal way.  We need to walk the path of this Sacred Geometry to reconfigure our brains and minds to adequately receive the blessings of this new year which will prove to be very different energetically.

 

Prepare yourself for this time.

 

Ac Tah, known in his native land of Mexico as Caminante Maya, the Walking Maya, is a Maya descendant and spiritual leader.  Following the call of his ancestors, he travels extensively throughout Mexico to deliver what he calls "messages of light."  In March, he will bring his messages to the US for the first time, making several stops in the Midwest.  To learn more, click www.actah2012.com

What is Intention, Anyway?
Lisa Intention is the decision (conscious or sub-conscious) to go toward something. It can start in the mind, heart, or gut, and once there and grounded, it moves into the body to become a reality. If your thoughts are positive, positive things follow. Remember the Little Engine Who Could? "I think I can, I think I can." If your thoughts are negative, well, you attract more negativity and nothing much gets accomplished. The negativity becomes a self-fulfulling prophecy.
 
It has been said, "Action follows thought." In other words, what you think is what you get. If you think you are not going to be able to do something, you will not be able to do it. Period, end of discussion. If, however, you think you CAN do something, if you think of it as already being a reality, you stand a much better chance of achieving it. You might not, but you will do better than if you are constantly telling yourself "I am not good enough, not smart enough, not enough enough."
 
When you do this kind of negative self-talk, you lower your chances of positive outcomes. What you are doing, (so I have been told) is lowering your own vibration out in the Universe, and the only thing you can attract are other "low-vibrating" frequencies, or in other words, failure. In some circles, this is called the "Law of Attraction." Does that sound a bit "woo-wooey?" Well, perhaps it is. But, as far as I have observed, it seems to bear out in the evidence of life experience.
 
Embrace this. Don't try it, do it. Be positive. Be affirming. Imagine good things happening for you and for the world. Then, don't sit on your butt and wait for the good stuff to come. Get to work. Walk the walk, talk the talk, swing the swing, and laugh the laugh. Remember, action follows thought. What you think, you get. It is really quite simple.


Lisa Vihos, 50, Sheboygan, Wisconsin, USA, is a poet, literary journal editor, and college alumni director who has in the past three years seen herself move in the direction of greater trust in and connection to the universe. www.lisapoemoftheweek.blogspot.com.

Becoming Our Own Best Hero
by Jonathan Tyler
Jonathan Tyler

Our culture is inundated with motivational stories of self-fulfilling prophecy and success. Most often these are told through the lens of a movie camera and involve some regular Joe or Jane who overcome amazing obstacles to prevail. I watch, listen to, and read these anecdotes with great enthusiasm and fantasize myself as the hero. I have done this since I was a child, always wishing to win the big race, make the next discovery, or save the day.

 

What makes all of these stories possible is a common element inherent in the fundamental nature of the protagonist: intention. Intention is a powerful catalyst for change. It is the active manifestation of a dream. Without intent there is no materialization of action. Intent is the trigger that drives action. It is the precursor to change.

 

Lewis Carroll depicted a wonderful example of the importance of intention in his children book Alice in Wonderland.

 

Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?

Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get.

Alice: I don't much care where.

Cat: Then it doesn't much matter, which way you go.

 

Sport is a unique vehicle through which certain people change their lives. It's how I changed the way in which mine was going.

 

My sophomore year of college I was attending the University of Minnesota. I was 205 pounds, 55 pounds heavier than the previous year. My life was in shambles. College, I always thought, was the only time in ones life where they would not get fired, divorced, or put in prison for the things they would do. This philosophy enticed my lesser senses as I quenched my hedonistic desires. The more I let go of my sensibilities the loser the grip on my goals became. One quickly discovers how easy it is to quit something difficult and pursue lesser achievements once they start the habit of letting go.

 

Anxiety set in. I was gradually having more difficulty making it through my days. This is when I decided I needed to make a change and begin dreaming again or risk losing myself and my education.

 

I remembered how much high school sports had done for me. There structure kept me making healthy decisions as a youth and I believed they could do it again as an adult. I had been a successful high school wrestler who had turned down opportunities to wrestle in college. I made a goal of walking onto the wrestling team at the University of Minnesota. The Gophers had a returning National Championship team, which was one of the best in NCAA history.

 

How could I make it and survive? I wondered. I was close to 50 pounds overweight. I had many bad habits. Yet, I could see how the discipline of sport could structure my life so I could make better choices.

 

I walked on. I was beaten physically every day. On the first day of practice, I was punched violently in the face and had my nose broken. As the blood from my smashed sinuses flowed down my body, the coaching staff stood a short distance away, laughing at my victimization. I was verbally abused in practice for months, being taunted to quit. The best day of practice was when another man made eye contact with me during training. It meant I existed. For a moment, I believed it was possible that I could make the team.

 

I lost 45 pounds the first 30 days I was there. At night when I walked home with ice bags taped to my knees to help them heal, I would cry. Every cell in my body urged me to quit and give up. Emotionally I battled with my self-worth and questioned if I was able of achieving what I set out to do. My only measurable success day after day was my ability to return to the room where I was tortured and ridiculed.

 

In the end, I made it. I survived two years of the brutish, Spartan-like existence and graduated with a degree. What made it possible was my ability to visualize. I could see myself taking any violence and returning with a humble, genuine effort to participate the next day. I had an inner resolve made capable by the clear intentions of my goal. If I had wrestling in my schedule every day, then I would go to class and stay off the streets. If I left wrestling, then I would surely return to a life of temptations and wasted opportunity.

 

Today, I am a coach, a teacher, and a therapist. I am expected to motivate change. I know when we dream, we create the initial divine spark of change. The more detailed we make our dreams, the clearer our intentions will be. Where are you going? If you care, it will matter which way you go.

 

To achieve large dreams, we must break our daily lives into reaching many smaller goals. This is how we add detail to our dreams. Once we define smaller goals, we will have created a clear blueprint for our choices. It is these choices that change our habits. Through redirection of our habits, what was once an insurmountable challenge will become achievable.

 

Many times a day, ask yourself Where do I want to go from here? Will this choice help me achieve my goals? When you go through this process enough times consistently, your successful choices become new habits. This is the process of motivational change.

 

As we enter a new year, we all have changes we want to make in our lives. We will make daily choices which will bring us closer to our goals and dreams or take us farther away. Our intentions are what drive our actions and choices. The clearer the dream, the clearer the intent, and the easier it is to make the right choices and make our dreams a reality. This is how we become our own best hero.

 

Jonathan Tyler, 28, Sheboygan, Wisconsin, USA, has a Master's Degree in Counseling and works as a teacher, coach, and therapist.  His dream is to be an amateur paleontologist.

Dancing My Heart's Knowing
by Sariah Daine
Sariah Daine

It all started with the caftan I saw draped on a hanger on the clearance rack at T.J.MAXX. It looked like a pair of drooping wings from a monarch butterfly, that beautiful deep orange.  But when I held it stretched out, it had the pattern of a tiger--an orange tiger with black stripes. To my surprise, I simply had to have it! I, Sariah, a 200-pound woman who was most comfortable in denim skirts, turtle neck shirts and Birkenstocks! I paid for it, brought it home, and put it on the closet shelf.

The next day, while playing Scrabble, I suddenly looked at my husband and said that we had to go "right now" to get a CD of the song I Believe I Can Fly. I simply had to have it! I startled my own self at my willingness to just abandon the game of Scrabble-- especially when winning--but off we went and got the song.

We came home, and I put the CD on the stereo and fixed it so it would repeat and repeat. At first, I stood there listening, hands out to the side like someone in prayer. But the truth is, I felt like the song was a prayer entering my own heart. My chest expanded, and my breath deepened as I stood there, weeping, with a fullness of being. I wept joy and sorrow, abundance and lack, hollow and full, soft and hard, things for which I had no words--all of it okay, simply part of the texture of being.

After "communing" with the song like that, just feeling my state of being, my body started moving, dancing what my whole self felt--knew--was. I had been part of a modern dance team in high school.  That 200-pound-grandma body I had just called up remembered what it used to do, and found its own way to express things I thought long forgotten. Over and over I danced the song, my heart, my being. Soon I realized I was choreographing a dance, to perfection, each step memorized by the very cells of this reawakened body I was moving.

Hours later I was done.  Simply done. I turned off the stereo, put on my shoes ,and joined my husband at the kitchen table to eat the meal he had prepared and to resume our game of Scrabble.  My husband asked what that was all about, and I told him that it was something I just had to do. I said I wasn't sure how or when, but I knew that someday I was going to dance that dance on stage for an audience of some kind of therapists gathering. It wasn't bewildering to me at all. I trusted the knowing--this inner communing, this prompting of my spirit--as a matter of fact. I didn't have to know when, where, or for whom--just that it was. I didn't really even think about it after that. It was a peaceful knowing, that's all.

Well, many months later, I had finished doing a Reiki session on a woman I had met at a coffee shop. She had left, and within moments, knocked at my car door . She had a bewildered look on her face as she asked me if I was a dancer. "Yes, I have danced," I said, a smile of knowing creeping onto my face.  My heart warmed.  My chest expanded. She told me that she was organizing a conference at the health care center.  Many therapists, doctors, and other clinical staff from the region were coming, and the last piece that had to come into place was the entertainment.

"Yes, I will. I have a dance prepared already," I said even before she asked the question. We stood there a moment, eyes full of things that needed no words.

The day of the conference came, and I took my shoes off and 'flew' onto the stage with my "tiger wings" as open as my spirit! At the end, there wasn't a dry eye in the house, and people stood as they applauded. That tiger-striped monarch and I fully emerged from the whisper of a cocoon. To all of this I say...."Yes! And ha cha cha!"

 

Sariah Daine, 63, Madison, Wisconsin, USA, has been blessed with knowing love her entire life.  Among other things, she has marched with Martin Luther King, Jr.; became an artist in her 40s; and has been a Big Brothers and Big Sisters program coordinator for a tri-county area.  She has learned to trust life's promptings.

Inspired by Last Month's Issue:
A letter from Annemarie Minke
Annemarie Minke

Trust as a topic last month could not have been more appropriate. I got my trust lessons in the deepest sense messaged through a sick barn cat.

 

The day before Thanksgiving, I found Cottonball in the stable seriously injured.  She could not move.  I picked her up and placed her in a basket, and rushed her to the vet. She had a broken pelvis and a serious dog bite in her leg. It was likely her leg needed to go. It was not clear if she was paralyzed.  

 

The vet suggested we wait for the swelling to go down before any decisions would be made. As no one else was around during the holiday, I took her inside my home, where she let me feed her and take care of her.

 

Two days later, I picked her up to go to the vet for further exams. To my surprise, Cottonball managed to escape on three legs and a broken pelvis. Gone. She did not trust the vet and seemed to know this was going to be a bad idea.

 

It was freezing outside and she could not be found. We communicated through an animal communicator, who was able to tell me Cottonball was thinking things over and did not want to go to the vet. The communicator made it clear that Cottonball believed the vet would make the wrong decision about her leg.  She said Cottonball was in serious pain and shock, and was terrified a dog would get her.

 

I can not begin to tell you how many people known and unknown grouped together and sent Cotton long-distance healing energy on various levels. One person sent:  Trust, trust, trust...daily. On the third night of her escape, we lost contact. Cottonball was too weak to come out of hiding, and in too much pain. She was in and out of consciousness and her end was near, I was told.

 

I was at my wit's end not ready to accept we could lose her.  There was nothing more I could do. So I did what I had never done before: I asked Archangel Michael for help.

 

Nothing happened, and I went to sleep. I woke up with an experience that is hard to put on paper. Archangel Michael was there in full force, with a small, curled up body and two prickly ears.  He was bringing Cottonball to life. Engulfed was this little body in a fierce purple light that kept coming. I was fully awake while my body started to shake. I sobbed like I had never sobbed before. I became calm then, and a voice said, "She is alive."

 

In my mind, I asked Cottonball to go to a specific spot in the barn if she was able, so I could find her. That night I heard a voice again. "She is here."

I went to the barn and found Cottonball on the horse blanket in the very area I had asked her to go. I know it took a lot of trust for her to come out. I picked her up and her heart was pounding hard. She was very scared but she trusted me as I put her in her basket (where she stayed for two weeks, letting various people treat her like a queen).

 

Today Cottonball is walking on four legs as she is learning to trust humans. She also became a teacher to me in various forms.  Cottonball's trust has given me a  powerful understanding of the unknown, which is leading me to wholeness and freedom on a new level.  Cottonball is also bringing together people at the farm who formerly did not get along. I watch her brave steps and knowing ways and trust all will be well-for all-ongoing as it is. 

 

With trust, miracles indeed keep coming. 
 

Dutch-born Annemarie Minke, 48, Rhinebeck, New York, USA, is a flower essence practitioner and chef who has traveled the world while cooking.

The Thought that Counts
by Shannon Kring Buset
Roller Skate

Somehow as a young child, I knew how to work the field of intention--how to manifest what I desired out of a simple thought.  

 

This was the time before people like Tony Robbins and Oprah started urging us to create dream boards.  And yet I knew how to do this too, and fashioned my version of the good life out of Montgomery Ward catalogs and Redbook magazines. 

 

Invariably, the things I cut out showed up under our Christmas tree or at my birthday parties.  (The only exceptions to this being the white roller skates with pink wheels and the Easy Bake Oven I so coveted; perhaps my mother feared I'd crack my head open or end up with third degree burns.  Based on some of my childhood injuries, she may have been right.)

 

For the next two decades, I worked the field of intention for bigger things: career opportunities, my health, relationships.  Smaller things too.  By now I've gotten so good at manifesting my intentions that I can do so with little lag time.  What used to take weeks or months now happens within days, or even instantaneously.

 

A few weeks ago, while working in a hotel room on an upcoming speaking program--being a public speaker was on both my childhood and young adult dream boards--I found myself reading and writing about chocolate for an entire morning. 

 

I'm not a huge chocolate fan, and yet I got my mind set on eating a square-shaped piece of chocolate, the kind sold by Ghirardelli or Ritter Sport.  I could hear the snap of the chocolate as I envisioned biting into a corner.  Could taste and feel the bittersweet chocolate melting on my tongue.  The imagined experience became so overwhelming that I couldn't focus on my work.

 

And so I went off in search of a square-shaped piece of chocolate.  It was freezing outside, and yet I walked more than a mile, ducking into any shop I thought might have what I sought. I came up empty handed, but I needed to get back to work.  Disappointed, I returned to my computer and tried to shake off the thought of that elusive chocolate square.  I wasn't very successful. 

 

Not more than 10 minutes later, there was a knock on my door.  It was the same pleasant housekeeper who'd shared a heartfelt story with me earlier in my stay.  She presented me with a card and chocolate.  Three squares of chocolate.  Just like the ones I'd imagined.

 

On Christmas, the topic of Montana came up at the dinner table.  I told my family that I'd never been there.  I pictured the stunning images on A River Runs Through It and other movies shot in Montana.  As my father talked about the Native lands in that part of the country, I thought, I'd love it there.  "We should go there in the spring," I said to my husband.  Three days later, I received an email from a conference planner.  She asked if I was free to speak at an event in the spring.  In Montana.  On a Native American reservation.

 

These two instances reminded me of something I sometimes forget: to be mindful with my thoughts.  After all, the same principles that can make a square of chocolate or a trip to Montana appear can just as easily make manifest our innermost fears.  And I experienced that recently too.

 

When I returned to the US this past summer, it was in part with the intention of giving back: to share some of what I'd learned in living and working alongside luminaries and little-known wisdom keepers in places as diverse as Bali, India, Honduras, and Finland.I thought that in addition to the new book I was writing, speaking about my experiences and introducing some of these amazing people and teachings through an eZine might be a great way to reach those who are for whatever reason unable to (or believe they are unable to) go on their own awe-inspiring journeys of inner achievement.  

 

But who are you to do such things? the tiny voice of my shadow whispered in my head. You've got two divorces and a bankruptcy under your belt.  You're a control freak, a drama queen, you're materialistic, and you've got a temper.  You haven't even done yoga in nearly a year.  Who will take you seriously?  Who are you to think you can offer anything to anyone? 

 

As I got ready to release the first issue of Inlightenment last month, this voice grew louder.  Despite my fear, and despite my insecurities, I told myself this eZine, like all I am doing now, is not really about me at all.  It's about all of you, and about giving a voice to those who have none or think they don't.  I intended to be a "bridge between the worlds"--the spiritual traditions of yesteryear, and modern, everyday life.  Remembering this and that my fear is not my truth enabled me to click send. 

 

Even I was surprised with the overwhelming response to the first issue. Dozens upon dozens of emails poured in from around the world.  The contributors had touched the lives of our readers, just as many of them had personally touched my life.  I couldn't have been more delighted! 

 

Or could I?  That voice was still there, and now it was practically a scream.  I told it to quiet.  I begged it to go away.  I feared it would take the shape of a negative experience in my life.  And so of course it did, in the form of an email to my speaking agent from someone in my old hometown. 

 

Remember the chocolate story?  I manifested three squares rather than just one.  That's how intention works once you've mastered it.  You get even more than you'd imagined. 

 

This email contained words harsher than any in my head.  In addition to echoing the Who am I? statements, it contained outrageous lies and accusations.  It went so far as to warn my speaking agent against working with me. 

 

Whether I like it or not, I am always working the field of intention.  Whether you know it or not, you are too.  We create our reality--the very world around us--through our thoughts.  Sometimes I think our negative thoughts are even more visible than our best actions, and louder than the yearnings of our hearts.  Do I want to create my reality, my world, out of fear?  Doubt?  Negativity?  Insecurity?  The worries of my lowest self?  Or do I want my life to be shaped by love?  Compassion?  Positivity? Service?  Grace?  The truths of my highest self?

 

Though her intent was obviously quite the opposite, the woman who wrote the hurtful email gave me a gift.  She prompted me to reaffirm my commitment to myself and and others, and to do some shadow work.  But as my friend Wesaki Emani Wi, aka Jean Reddemann, would no doubt remind me, "It doesn't have to be the gift that keeps on giving."  Standing firmly in truth and in the intent of my highest self, I will soon bravely click send on this email.  It is my intention that this--like all the teachings I'm honored to share with you, my fellow students in the school of life--speaks to your truth and your highest self.

 

As for the other gift I recently received--an Easy Bake Oven from my husband--I'll be keeping it.  After all, it took 31 years to reach me.  I'm setting it up next to my six-burner big-girl stove, and will make us a celebratory miniature confetti cake.  (Don't worry, Mom, I'll be mindful as I use it.) 

 

My husband was sad he couldn't also gift my inner kid with the white roller skates with pink wheels.  He was told by shopkeepers they're for kids and don't come in anything bigger than a size 6.  "That's okay," I said throwing my arms around him and blubbering tears of joy into his shoulder.  "It's the thought that counts."

We measure our success by the number of lives we're able to touch. 

 

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