The computer migration went really well. The new Mac runs silently, George and I laughing at how noisy and slow the old one ran - though it did hang on until the end. It's a feeling of graduation in an odd way, as if this move represents more than just a new computer. May and June are the months of graduation from schools of all kinds, when graduates have to think about being grown-up and what they want to do with their lives. Education, as you know, is a lifetime of learning lessons, in which we place standards of excellence on everything we do, and use our psychic abilities to get there.
History teaches us that life is a series of Hits and Misses - promises and lies - abuse and healing ... and so much more. As long as we have goals and passion, our souls have a reason to be here - our programming to continue - as we keep moving from one thing to the next, like a frog hopping from lily pad to lily pad across a pond that is forever changing - never returning to what it once was. Change is inevitable. Change is growth. Everything ends at some point. Letting go is the ultimate expression of your time here.
This year's graduates will come into a world different than that which you experienced .. but then again they do not think the way you did. Their decision making will be different. They will enter the world as if newborn to face challenges based on their generation.
Things in your life have to fit - to work for you - to create balance. Meditation and Yoga can create a temporary fix, but at the end of the day, you need permanent balance and dependability. Alignment must be had in your life - like tires on a car - gears in time - and all of those other cool metaphors that are fun but are only created to support the illusion that what we experience is real. We keep playing ... graduating from one situation to the next forever seeking some higher goal or purpose that is guiding us all somewhere..
Always there is the feeling that "the next" will be better - "the next" meaning "the next generation" or "the next generation of" ... Parents sacrifice and suffer with the hope their children will do better than generations before. In the game of "Denial" - there are still parents who somehow seem surprised when their emotional issues, or that of their partners, reflect in their children, as if they will magically go away.
Mother's Day 2012
Sunday is Mother's Day and with that it might be time to take a long hard look at your bloodline and genetic codes. I was born to a woman who had many miscarriages and was told she could not bear children. My mother, Florence, was psychic, a Leo, and connected to Z. She was beautiful in body, mind, and soul - gentle, kind, educated, creative, with intuitive abilities, which many could not understand. Her focus was her daughter who she raised with loving care, eventually taking her to the Nevada Desert to meet her destiny. Being a Mom certainly is a trip ... Her name to me said Flo ... of the collective unconsciousness and Flower of Life. She died at age 69 and 10 months. On December 21, 2012 I will be 69 and 10 months.