Patricia Pearce

Helping You Be the Change

Collapsing Time

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Stepping into No Time, we know our oneness with the infinite, loving, ever-present Now.

Last month I went to New Mexico for my annual retreat, and while I was there I experienced some strange synchronicities having to do with time.

As soon as I got to my room and was unpacking, I noticed that the alarm clock on the nightstand wasn’t plugged in. I investigated and discovered that the cord was too short to reach the outlet behind the bed.

No worries. I had brought my wrist watch with me so that I wouldn’t have to use my cell phone to tell the time, and since the watch has a button that illuminates the face in the dark, I realized I could just put it on the nightstand when I went to bed. But then I noticed that the light was very dim, and later that day the battery went dead. Then, the next morning, I discovered that the clock on my rental car dashboard wasn’t keeping time.

“Hmm,” I thought. “This is interesting.”Continue Reading

October Walk

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This life remains a mystery, a riddle whispered by the leaves.

 

Autumn is my favorite season. The light this time of year seems to penetrate the veil between the worlds of the seen and the unseen, and the trees, turning red and gold before letting go into winter, speak to me of the beauty and impermanence of life. It’s no wonder this is the season when so many people observe Samhain, the Day of the Dead, All Souls Day, and All Saints Day.

To honor this mystical season I wanted to share with you this song I wrote and recorded many years ago.

October Walk

I took a walk one late October
the geese were honking as they flew,
and I came upon a graveyard
full of names I never knew.

As I walked among the headstones
with autumn’s pungence in the air
how I longed to know their stories
their hopes, their fears, their quiet prayers.

But their lives remained a mystery,
the granite offering up no clue,
and their stories had long vanished
save a cryptic line or two.

And the golden leaves were falling
as the autumn wind began to blow
and they danced their swirling circles
then came to rest against the stones.

There I lingered for a moment
then I headed on my way
and October’s sun was shining
and warmed me in its slanting rays.

And this life remains a mystery,
a riddle whispered by the leaves
that shimmer in the sunlight
then sail away upon the breeze.

Music, lyrics, vocals, guitar and tin whistle by Patricia Pearce
Keyboard by Kip Leitner

Orientation for New Guardian Angels

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You will long for your human to be able to see their splendor

Thank you for attending this orientation session, and thank you for your willingness to serve as a guardian angel to your assigned human during their Earthly sojourn. In preparation for your service, we wanted to give you a bit of information to orient you and prepare you for this assignment.

First of all, as you accompany your human, you will find that the human mind excels in its ability to embrace and believe falsehoods. You will be astonished that your human has the capacity to believe things that, from our angelic perspective, are ludicrous, and to devote their lives to manifesting these falsehoods.

Chances are, for example, that your human will believe in something called “separateness.” They will believe they can be cut off from Love. They will believe they can be unlovable. They will believe they are responsible for proving and establishing their worth. They will believe they can construct an entire world founded upon these erroneous beliefs, and they will be remarkably successful in doing so.Continue Reading

The Reality of Oneness

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You are the eyes through which the Universal Mind sees Itself.
A friend emailed me recently asking if I could clarify what I mean when I use the term “oneness.” It’s a term she finds quite distasteful because to her it smacks of an amorphous, undifferentiated blob. Although in my writing I often use terms like inter-existence, inter-beingness, interdependence or interconnectedness rather than oneness, I thought I would take some time to describe in more detail what I mean by all of it. To do that, though, I need to give some autobiographical context, because when I speak of this it isn’t an abstract concept for me. It comes from a very formative experience I had years ago. Almost two decades ago, a very close friend of mine died, and her death prompted me to resolve to open to deeper dimensions of my existence that I sensed were there but had never known. Some while later I began to experience an onslaught of synchronicities too numerous and implausible for my worldview to accommodate. It felt like my reality was cracking apart.Continue Reading