MYSTICAL JOURNEY: “Be Soft with You”

Be soft with your spirit.  Be gentle with your essence.  BE authentic to your purpose and calling.  Rid yourself from the negative self-talk.  You become everything you say that you are or that you are not.  We are born every day, every minute, every second.  We are here on borrowed time.  Make it lovingly serene with your heart so that you can present your soul lovingly to another.  This struggle is all bullshit at the end of the day.  It doesn’t matter what you did or haven’t done.  This moment, wasted reading this, or contemplating what hasn’t been scratched off your To Do List, is all irrelevant.

Really… this is nonsense.  All the fake-ness of pretending and showing others a different person in order to fit in society.  I want to know YOU… the real you that cries in your car, gets giddy at the first dog you see in the street… the YOU that loves the moon and stars.

There are folks losing their jobs, their homes, and families.  There are others sitting alone in a hospital room watching a loved one fight for their lives.  While some others are in the petty claws of political and religious arguments on social media… life is happening out there.  Life is happening in here.  Life is a series of ongoing movements and motions reminding us that we get to pick the perception and reaction.

I don’t know why bad things happen.  I don’t know why anything happens.  I would like to believe it’s for the evolution of our higher self.  I would like to believe it’s part of a larger design.  Who truly knows at this point?  I have to be led by faith and that onset programming of a higher body of spirit guiding me.

What I do know is that we need one another.  We need a tribe.  We need love.  YES… lots of love and to turn on our hearts to accept and spread it.

We need to know that we aren’t alone in the path of obstacles and challenges.  We need to get out of our own head space and truly feel the vibration of another who is part of the overall conscious mass and start shifting towards changing the negatives to positives.

Hold a friend’s hand in need.  Hug your lover as if it was the last time.  Kiss those kids tightly.  Smile at a stranger.  Open doors for an elderly person.  Compliment a cashier.  Delete the toxic folks out of your life.  If they don’t raise you then they have taught you something.  It’s time to move on.  Use your energy wisely.  Just get out of your freaking head and lovingly give to another who needs to feel that the illusion of loneliness is not drowning their existence.  It matters.  It all matters to that one human who is struggling with life.

Stop the craziness of self doubt and anxiety because there is no way you leave this life alive.  STOP focusing on the lack of anything and start creating by living in joy.  So… live for yourself with honor, love, and compassion.  You don’t own this blue planet alone.  I am here.  You are here.  Let’s be here together in peace and harmony.  Let’s be raised by love and light.  We got this!

~m.a.p.

 

~via MomentsWithMillie.me

MOMENTS WITH MILLIE: “Rise!”

“As you rise many people will disapprove. Rise anyway.”

~Mastin Kipp

 

I want you to read that meme over and over. I remember four years ago when I died in the ER and was returned to this world. I recognized that the moment I woke I was different. As days turned into months and months into years, I had to remove anyone (and anything) that disturbed my sensitivity. I could not be responsible for making the world happy, especially people who sucked the life out of me trying to find happiness. They are responsible for their own journey.

Not everyone will approve.

Not everyone will agree.

People judge from the place of their own perspective and experiences. It’s not for you to try and mold them. Let them judge. Just don’t allow them to break you.

So I stopped…I made it a point of truly disengaging from those whose addictions and toxic energy were hurting me.

I woke to find me. And every day afterwards I’ve had to continue setting boundaries. Some are easy. Others feel like I’m the worst human on earth.

And that’s part of this human thingy. I keep standing in my knowing.

Rise, darling. Keep standing for your truth, awareness, love and your life. Keep rising to all that is to come when you live through your authenticity, when you move through love.

Whether they approve or not…rise and acknowledge YOU!!!

I love YOU! ~m.a.p.

 

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INSPIRATION FOR THE DAY ~ Moments with Millie: “Never Too Late”

I visited my elderly client who is under hospice care this morning.  She was asleep in a wheelchair in the hall of the facility.  I grabbed another wheelchair and sat in front of her.

She woke to my touch.  “Hello, darling!  How are you?”

Disoriented she looked at me and said that she was okay but didn’t like where she was at.  She went on to complain until I smiled and asked her a few questions.  She nodded then and agreed it wasn’t so bad.  Her dementia has progressed significantly the last month as she is transitioning.  She even said she was waiting for me but she has no clue who I am.

“Tell me something new, my love?”  I asked.

“I was at a concert yesterday.  The entire day.  They played black people music.”  Her blue eyes opened widely.

“What’s black people music?”  I asked waiting for some logical answer.  She has been a racist all of her life and extremely feisty.  She’s been verbal about it.  But today I saw change.

“You know… black music!”

“You mean, like soul music.… Music that gets into your soul and makes you move with the best beat?”

“I guess.  They asked me if I wanted to stay and I told them I was happy to.  I needed that music.”  In the midst of her delusion “they” are people of authority.  She continued explaining how the music made her feel.  She kept sighing and sharing the lightness in her body.

It was absolutely delightful to witness this.  Her story was fascinating.

I got off the wheelchair and dropped to my knees in front of her.  She touched my cheek.  I rubbed her hands.  I kissed her soft skin.

“Oh sweetheart, I feel that’s heaven.  Don’t you?  There must be soul music up there. I like to believe that there is the sound of black people jazzy music in the afterlife.  I want to believe there is some Louisiana symphony that makes you come alive….”

She interrupted me,  “Yessss!  I want that.  I want to dance to black people music in heaven.  Oh yesss!”  Her eyes tearing with such loving awareness.  It was pure yumminess.  And a gift of awareness for me.

Folks, it’s never too late to have a change of heart.  It’s never too late to change your ways.  It’s never too late to accept the world and rejoice in diversity.  Ohmygosh…. to witness this woman transform before her death and allow herself the acknowledgment of equality is huge.  She’s 85.  It’s never ever too late.

I walked out listening to the sounds of soul music from heaven.  She’s ready to go home.  I hear the trumpets playing….

~m.a.p.

 

~via momentswithmillie.me