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Many years ago I had a dream that shed light on the awakening process that is taking place on this planet. Since it has been such a touchstone for me in this time of collective turbulence and fear, I’d like to share it with you.
I have been taken into the future. I look around, and see that the Earth is flourishing and the people are living simply and in harmony with nature. I can feel that the world is at peace.
Ecstatic, I say to myself, “Yes! We did it! We humans did it! We made the shift in consciousness!”
As I walk around I come to a circle of children seated on the grass. Sitting with them is a woman wearing a gown and kufi made of embroidered fabric, clothing that conveys both earthiness and wisdom. I realize she is their teacher.
The children are reading for her short pieces they have written. As one boy reads his, something in it suggests judgment. The teacher gently tells him that in Eudomy, and this I realize is the name of this place, there is no judgment.Continue Reading
In honor of Pride Month I wanted to share a song I wrote and recorded many years ago. It was my way of responding to the deep, suicidal pain of someone I knew whose sexual orientation was an abomination to their church.
In this time of intensifying attack on those who do not fit conventional gender or sexual orientation norms, may we continue to stand in the truth of Love. May we celebrate the prism of diversity through which the divine Light expresses itself. May we bow to the beauty of every soul.
Beautiful You Are
How can I break through the pain
To tell you how beautiful you are?
How can I vanquish this cruel false god
To tell you the Universe loves you?
Who cast the stones that broke you
With their anger so righteous in their cause so divine?
And what did they say to convince you
That your Being is shameful and your loving a crime?
How can I break through the pain
To tell you how beautiful you are?
How can I vanquish this cruel false god
To tell you the Universe loves you?
Who was this god that they taught you
Who demanded your love, but detested your kind?
And how could they use sacred scriptures
To torture your spirit and torment your mind?
How can I break through the pain
To tell you how beautiful you are?
How can I vanquish this cruel false god
To tell you the Universe loves you?
That you are a diamond, a snowflake, a star,
That you were created to be who you are.
How can I shatter the lies,
To unbind your soul,
To soothe your wounds,
To see you whole?
Music, lyrics, guitar and vocals by Patricia Pearce
In the weekday online WeAwakening meditation group that I host, each day we tune into the energy of an Angel Card word that I draw from a bowl just as we begin. We all get centered and open, and I listen in for intuitive guidance about where to reach into the bowl and which card to draw out. Monday’s word was Adventure.
In these meditations we do not think about the conceptual meaning of the word. We let the mind relax and receive as we open ourselves to the energy, the essence, the frequency that the word imparts.
Words are symbols, after all. They are stand-ins for something that is beyond the word itself. In the case of these Angel Cards, they are words like Compassion, Willingness, Play, Simplicity, Contentment, Freedom, Love—words that point to a felt experience.Continue Reading
I’d like you to meet Geez.
Geez is a Teddy bear I’ve had for over twenty years. He was given to me by a Red Cross volunteer when I was about to accompany a friend of mine to Ground Zero. We were waiting for the ferry that would take us down the Hudson River to a landing near the site where the World Trade Towers had stood.
We were there on a pilgrimage of sorts. My friend had recently learned that her father had been killed in the attack on 9/11. She knew she needed to go to Ground Zero to see it for herself, and she knew she didn’t want to go alone.
While we waited in the ferry terminal, some Red Cross Volunteers moved through the crowd distributing breathing masks and Teddy bears. The masks I could understand. There were a lot of toxins in the air from the inferno that had taken place there. But the Teddy bears made no sense to me. They seemed trite. Superficial. Offensive even, given the gravity of what we were about to witness.
After we disembarked from the ferry, we walked the short distance to Ground Zero, which was still closed off to the public. When I stepped onto the viewing platform and saw the magnitude of the devastation—that enormous, gaping, smoldering wound, the twisted steel, the charred remains—I clutched my Teddy bear as though my very life depended on it. As it turns out, it had been the perfect gift.Continue Reading
I had the most extraordinary dream yesterday that I’d like to share with you. Dreams, of course, can symbolize many things, and their meaning depends on the associations and experiences unique to the dreamer. My version of this dream is titled “Pomp and Servitude.”
I am watching the processional taking Queen Elizabeth’s coffin from Westminster Abbey to Windsor Castle. It is a majestically choreographed event, cinematic and mythic, and I am spellbound. The carriage. The horses. The pipers. The rows upon rows of guards and royals, all stepping together in unison.Continue Reading
Awhile back in our WeAwakening meditation group, as people were coming in from the waiting room, some of us were greeting each other in the chat.
Greetings from Philadelphia where it can’t seem to decide whether to be sunny or cloudy
Blessings in Huntington Beach—we had a lovely light rain last night with possibly more promised this afternoon.
Hello from a grey, wet Somerset, UK
Good morning from CA. We finally have some winter weather, not complaining just observing. Happy day to you.
Hello to everyone..from Sheffield ,Yorkshire….dark and wintry here..🙂
Happy day from Ojai CA. We actually got a thimbleful of rain and are very excited! Might actually get a little more!
Good morning from Ramon, CA. Got some rain too!
And on it went.
For some reason these messages as they popped up left me on the verge of tears, and I had to ask myself what it was about this weather greeting we were sharing that touched me so deeply?
Then I realized that it was because it made it so apparent that we are sharing a planet, and by giving each other a weather report we were telling each other what the Earth was up to where we lived.
I found it joyously beautiful that we could come together, from coast to coast and from four different countries, and tap into this universal experience of living on a living planet.
As I reflected on this after our meditation I was finding it so strange that we could possibly think that talking about the weather is superficial. “How could that be?” I thought. “How could we ever believe that the weather—what Earth is up to in this moment—could be unimportant?”
As humans, talking about the weather is something we do. Probably because when most of us lived in closer harmony with Earth, weather was one of the most important aspects of life. Weather meant the difference between crops that thrived and crops that withered. And even though most of us now buy our food in shrink wrapped packaging and live in climate controlled homes, we still talk about the weather. Something in us feels our enduring kinship with the Earth.
It’s a kinship we are reawakening to, and none too soon. Because our disregard of that kinship has brought us to a point where our talk about the weather is often urgent. “Were you able to evacuate before the hurricane hit? Have you gotten any rain? Did your home survive the tornado? How bad is the smoke where you live?”
This is not idle conversation, and it never was. What the Earth is up to is so much more important than our little human dramas, and we’re finally starting to get it that when we talk about what the Earth is up to, it’s ourselves, our lives, we’re talking about.
