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Hungry Ghosts Mercury Retrograde

Hungry Ghosts Mercury Retrograde

Halloween is a perfect time to talk about what really is keeping us scared and unsettled. In Buddhist tradition it is called the “Hungry Ghosts”. Or another way to say it with mainstream language is — Scarcity. (I call it living in Scare City.) The unnerving state of never enough. Urgency.Desperation.Unrelenting needing. Hurry and get it before it’s gone.Or it might not last.Feeling left out.Not chosen.Excluded.Deprived. Most hungry ghosts are old adaptive programs or responses that plague us from some form of trauma or scarcity scarring that was imprinted early on into our subconscious. And much of mainstream energy still keeps the scarcity power train circulating. The good news is that we are entering into an incredibly powerful time to review and re-write the old programming. The pain you have suffered with scarcity or lack in any form… financial unease, relationship(s) hardship, health issues, career stuckness or whatever way is signature for you — can shift! And this shift can happen rapidly. Mercury Retrograde runs October 31st thru November 20th. Imagine taking this Mercury Retrograde time of natural rewinding and re-shaping to create clear intentions that cash in on the currency (the magnificent flow) to re-write your PROSPERITY PATHWAY. What’s your shift you are committed to re-writing into a new prosperity pathway for yourself? Want a walking/running buddy beside you? Join me inside Remarkable Souls for the 21 Day Prosperity Challenge, together from November 4 -25th we will be doing daily prosperity mantras, mini meditations, prosperity journaling and reprogramming inner pathways. Best of all given you true CONNECTED SUPPORT to succeed. #Prosperity360#QuantumProsperity #ProsperityPathway #ProsperityMantraChallenge. Join Remarkable Souls to connect...
What’s Your Growing Edge?

What’s Your Growing Edge?

What’s Your Growing Edge?   “This is part of your growing edge”, she said. The words casually passed from a beloved friend to me for comfort and encouragement as I was navigating a new, life-stretching situation. The words began looping in mind like a song lyric on repeat. More and more, I found myself taking in the words with an affirming yes. “This is part of my growing edge.” I haven’t stopped reflecting on that statement since that day. And even better, I can see it everywhere bubbling to the surface.   This growing edge doesn’t belong only to “them”, “him” and “her”. It belongs to all of us in some capacity in our own way. Now more than ever, each of us, are being invited to look deeper into the thresholds we need to cross individually and collectively. The powerful gift the growing edge offers is a shift of perception from a problem or crisis mode to a growing orientation.   Years back, I had a dream that felt prophetic in nature toward my life. There was a massive ball of electrical wires and cords all twisted together and entangled into a wadded up mess. It was under my bed. While in the dream, I distinctly remember I thought this wadded ball of messy wires was hideous and ugly. I kept trying to cover it up with a blanket because I was embarrassed for others to see it. It seemed like no matter how much effort I used, I wasn’t ever able to completely cover it up and hide it away. Each time I would try and cover...
Before After The Magical Messy Middle

Before After The Magical Messy Middle

Before. After. The Magical Messy Middle A picture is worth a 1000 words. It’s true. The brain processes imagery at an exceptional speed. Advertisers, marketers, and people selling results know the power punch a single image can produce.  The overweight body to toned and thin. Single and alone to an embracing love. Money pains to money gains. A cluttered mess to a “Feng Shui success”. A small unspoken spirit to a dazzling out-spoken soul. The list goes on and on. It’s the classic storyline of the “before and after”. Pictures, phrases and desires plastered everywhere attempting to motivate, sell or inspire. We look at the “after” photos and think. Wow, aren’t they amazing? And yes, the transformational results are amazing! However, the real power started in the “before” picture with the brave soul who stepped forward. Made a new choice. Took the first step. Broke the silence. Began the program. Declined the drink. Went to the gym. Had the hard conversation. Made the amends. Formed a commitment. Said yes. Said no. Made a decision to set a new trajectory of self-transformation. What is most often overlooked is the magical messy middle it took to become that “after” state. It’s where the true soul strength lives. It’s in that “before” picture believing in something, even before others can see it. What isn’t captured in the “before” picture is how many times they doubted themselves but still went for the walk, still showed up at the gym, declined the sweet treats so lovingly offered, said no to that lump sum of money that would have brought a lot of immediate financial freedom while only selling their soul and said yes in a new...
Audacity to be Authentic

Audacity to be Authentic

Audacity to be Authentic “Have the audacity to be authentic.” This statement feels bold, something brave people say.  Or it’s an option we use when the time is right. It can be a permission pass we give ourselves to show up more fully, but only if conditions are right enough to take action. Make the decision. Speak up. Raise our hands, and say, “Yes, count me in!’ or “No, count me out”.  Being authentic can also sound like a really nice extra-curricular activity we do when the picture-perfect life has arrived. When we have enough time. When we have enough money. When we are pretty enough. Thin enough. Smart enough. Educated enough. Or when the conditions are right enough. The right words. The right people. Right mood. Dressed in the right outfit. In the right opportunity. When everything is just right, all the stars have aligned.  Only then do give ourselves permission to awaken our most treasured self, filled with the audacity to be authentic.  Women are designed to conform. Physiologically, our bodies are made to shape-shift and conform to accommodate. The adapting and flexible nature of a woman is so exceptional that it allows her to hold and grow the space for another human being to be created and brought into the world through her.  What happens when this life-giving system of a woman gets lost by over-accommodating and over-conforming that it becomes a habit of people pleasing?  She loses her own voice, expression, actions, dreams, and standards of her true self. A part of her will not be fully expressed or lived. We are at a new...

Be Patient With Me…

I went through some teenage growth stuff in the RESPECT arena with my 14 year old son. Later in the day, I received a text from him with these words… signed as an original quote by C.Jay. It was his way to express his self-reflecting. I thought his words on extending understanding were moving. I learn so much from my kids. I love hearing their take on life with their fresh...
Life is Precious! Grab the Moment!

Life is Precious! Grab the Moment!

My Family’s Story on Death and Loss… May 6th was his birthday. This was a date my mom always acknowledged every year as I was growing up. This is the only whole family photo we have. It was an unplanned family photo and quickly taken one day. That sunny August midwestern day, I remember the air was heavy. The humidity was sweltering as my dad placed in my little seven-year-old hands a big pair of scissors. He told me to go outside to the flower beds and cut fresh flowers. I don’t remember the other flowers that surrounded the grand, gigantic green fountain; I just remember the snapdragons. Yes, the snapdragons. The name itself “snapdragons” seemed so magical to me. I remember loving the bursting color gradients, I cut heaping handfuls in every color combination. Hours later that same day, I stood shoulder to shoulder with my three brothers and little sister in front of our baby brother’s casket. I remember fighting my tears and how badly I wanted to cry. This was my first funeral. I didn’t know if I was supposed to cry. Just the day before, life was an ordinary day as my youngest brother, a year and half old, woke up bright and happy for life in our shared bedroom. No one knew by the end of the night, life in our family would forever be changed when he accidentally drowned in our family pool. I remember he looked like a statue of an angel lying in his casket as each of us placed our fresh cut flowers around his tiny body. The whole experience...