Winds of Change

The division between those who live consciously and those who don’t is starting to magnify. The Trump vs. Sanders comparison is one small facet of life in which the divide is pretty accurately depicted.  An arena which is shining a light exposing the spectrum of consciousness.

You’ve got the Trump’ers, the cavemen of human consciousness. Perpetuating sameness, monetary dictatorship, and an unloving and unrighteous mentality; those who are making the conscious decision to remain in denial of the fact that our current structures are failing us, miserably. The sleepwalkers of the world.

And then you have the Bernie’s, those on the forefront of change and who are willing to rock the boat. Unapologetically done with the bullshit and are no longer tiptoeing around. On the leading edge of thought, advancing humanity towards a new and evolved world order. The light-workers of the world.

American politics are only one very small fragment of the larger picture, of course, but the clear distinction between the two front-runners of America The Great, I feel, says a lot about humanity as a whole.

And all that to say, and in my humble opinion, thank Goodness for the light-workers. Those of us who have deemed ourselves change-makers and are widening and expanding consciousness in the direction of love, empathy, and inclusiveness. The artists of human life, adding new colors and textures to an otherwise bland and starving landscape. Without us, the world would collapse in on itself. We are the Yin to the over-saturation of Yang. And it’s going to take every single one of us, each and every light-worker in each and every facet of human life, from the McDonald’s workers to the LGBTQ’s to the environmentalists to the entertainers to the mother’s and father’s and crazy uncles, co-creating for and with the larger theme of ‘how do we accommodate the greatest good and cultivate the highest potential for human evolution’. Bursting open new avenues of human existence in our attempt to save us from ourselves.

The light-workers. Those of us who are finally and fearlessly saying no to outdated ideals and lifestyles, because we have found our connection to the bigger Yes that is aflame inside. A Yes to aliveness and expansion. A Yes to connection. A Yes to saving our planet and its people. A Yes that we are all One and are eternally connected. The trees and the plants and the clouds and the rain and the people who are brown and the people who are yellow and whatever shade in between. Those of us founded upon the fundamental understanding that we are all on the same platform and that we must hold hands in our march towards the preservation of humanity and this beautiful planet we call home. We have no choice but to close the eyes that divide and open the Eye that sees us all as we actually are: family. One. Extensions and reflections of one another. Separately, together.

We are, for all intents and purposes, unstoppable. Just as sure as the rain is wet and the mountains will stand and the ocean will wave, we are rooted and ready to raise the average of the human vibration; to represent the winds of change.

Yuna – Remember my name.

With Love, Solé


The Feels

We’ve conditioned ourselves to avoid the depths, the feels of life. The uncharted territories of being. So many people hardly even know how to feel, are afraid of the consequences of feeling too deeply, and are concerned about those who do. There must be something wrong when you’re deep into your feelings, as if sadness or nostalgia or depth of emotion were created simply to be avoided. We’ve coincided being emotional with being crazy or depressed, out of control. What’s that you’re feeling? There’s a diagnosis for that.

When you start to allow yourself to really feel, though, everything changes. Ev-er-y-thing. That’s a lot of change. Most people avoid that kind of change at all costs. No way José, I’m perfectly fine up here on the surface. Are you though? Or do you just fear what you don’t know? Something realer, deeper, unknown. Above and below the mind. That’s what gets them every time, having to surrender the mind. The mind has bulldozed the feels and taught itself to avoid them entirely. Out of the mind though, man, that’s the PB&J of life. When shit gets real, quickly. That sweet, sweet solitude; beyond comprehension. There is life beyond comprehension, you know, beyond the limitations of the mind. A lot of it, in fact. Entire dimensions of truth and connectivity that can only be accessed by the being, can only be felt.

If you ask me, at some point or another, we’re going to have to reconvene at the understanding that it’s perfectly human, perfectly “normal” to feel, happiness and sadness alike. And furthermore, to demonstrate those emotions, thoughtfully and within reason. If you’re feeling delight, skip! Squeal. I squeal all the time and I think it’s great. And on the contrary, if you’re having an Eeyore day, cry it out! There’s nothing that does the job quite like a good old-fashioned meltdown, FPS-style (Fetal Position Sob). Emotionally, physically, energetically, mentally, spiritually, a cry cleans all the slates. Contrary to what society will have you know, crying is good for you. It’s healthy and on some level, necessary for a person’s overall well-being.

But nope, if you ask us here strong humans, we’ll have none of that cryin’ stuff. If you’re over the age of 11 and still crying, you’re a pansy, especially if you’re a male. Men don’t cry, ya hear? As if expressing emotions and feelings is somehow a weakness. But how? Why? If we all have the inherent capacity to feel, to express emotion, and if it is that very ability that allows you not only to connect deeply with others and the world around you, but to pour that emotionality out onto the canvas of creative expression, to create art, how could that possibly be demonstrating weakness? On quite the contrary, I say, only the strong emote. Only the strong allow themselves to feel and allow space for those feelings to fluctuate. Only the strong permit themselves to “fall apart” by way of a good, old-fashioned sob, and then pick themselves up and go on about their day. Only the strong feel deeply their own pain and the pain of others, true empath-style, and only the strong find themselves brighter and more resilient on the other side of that pain. There is immeasurable strength in being gentle and delicate, empathetic; the finger-painters of the world.

To numb yourself to the feels is a cop-out, an escape, a way of glossing over having to experience life and live too deeply. I mean, God forbid you have to actually feel what you’re feeling and sit with it and learn from it and let it guide and direct you, because feelings are for pussies and whimps. I mean sure, we all have them, but only the strong really know how to ignore them. How to run and hide from them. How to stuff them. How to find the perfect balance between numbing oneself from them and silencing them with unhealthy coping mechanisms. Yeah. Only the strong drink and smoke and self-medicate their feelings away. Pills and poison for the win, right? Hell to the no.

And I’ve gotta say, I can’t help but side-eye this man-made world for teaching us that that’s how it ought to be, too. That women are “crazy” and overly-emotional for feeling and expressing those feelings and carrying the burdens of the world on their shoulders. Heaven forbid you feel one thing today and another tomorrow, or even worse, one thing this morning and another this afternoon, then you’re certified crazy (not to worry, there’s a prescription for that). Or maybe, just maybe, you’re certified in-tune. In touch. Deeply rooted in the world around you so much so that the world’s pain of this morning and joy of this afternoon are both your pain and your joy. That the world’s feelings are your feelings. Which also just happens to be one of the only ways the Universe has of communicating with and through you, in case you missed that memo. Energy in motion, E-motion.

Feelings are the language of the Soul, the language of the All. Open yourself to new ways of being and feeling and experiencing life, and you’ll be amazed at the way that life begins to unfold more organically in your favor. It gets better the deeper you go.

Don’t be scur’d.

With Love, Solé

The Unimaginable

What began a few years ago as a quest for happiness, has slowly evolved into an inward motion towards fundamental contentment, a Soul search, if you will. What I’ve come to know is that the happiness and joy we’re all forever seeking hasn’t the slightest bit to do with the scenery, and has everything to do with your means of traveling. Life will be difficult, uncertainties will arise, plans will falter, and the only thing that will matter and remain, when it’s all said and done, is the love you leave behind and the constancy with which you chose to act in the name of the greatest good.

This life, this world, it’s so much larger than we have yet to comprehend, so much more expansive and inclusive than popular culture would have you know. We’re all connected by the fundamental Oneness that can only truly be accessed when you lay down the mind and tune into the being. Meditation will get you there and mindfulness will keep you humble and practicing in your day to day endeavors. The deeper you go, the more you come to realize the ineffable nature of the human being and the potential that exists for life to be so, so much better than what we now know.

Believe in the unimaginable, and with every breath, with every heart beat, you will create it.

With Love, Solé

It’s bigger than you

I was having a conversation with a friend the other day, about discerning between wants and needs, and getting down to the core of any strong desires. He said, for example, that he woke up the other day and had a strong desire to go to Best Buy and buy a new computer, despite him not needing one. He then went on to say that he attempted to get to the root of that (expensive) desire, and came to the conclusion that perhaps a new computer mouse would suffice his apparent need for retail therapy. Ultimately, though, that he quieted the need altogether and didn’t end up going at all.

This conversation got me to thinking. What if his desire to go was founded on the fact that he was simply supposed to go to Best Buy on that very day, for any reason unbeknownst to him? I mean, think about it. How often do you go here or there and end up coming away with something much more significant than that which you opted to go for in the first place? And by significant I mean maybe an experience, a new friend, a life-changing conversation, etc. Perhaps you go to Best Buy because your mind has overindulged itself into thinking you need a new computer, when in reality it is the very conversation you have with the Computer whiz that quenches your need to have been there in the first place; that the source of your wanting to go was the Universe using you as a key player for the day. Maybe the computer whiz needed your conversation, too. Or maybe you’re in the parking lot at the exact time that someone’s cart has run away from them and, had you not been there in that very moment, would have crashed and burned into something more serious.

On a larger scale, perhaps you don’t get anything out of the trip, but leave feeling satisfied, nonetheless, and perhaps what you don’t see is the benefit to those around you in your having been there. I, for example, look for out-of-state license plates and when I see one, look the number up in my Angel Numbers book to see what delightful message the Universe has for me in that moment. So maybe, there is a she-who-looks-up-license-plates who pulls into the parking lot behind you, and it is your very license plate numbers that bring her a much needed message for the day. You’d never know, of course, but you have just changed the trajectory of her day.

The idea behind this being that one’s own wants and desires are founded upon a much larger order than we have yet to realize. Did Ryan need a new computer on that day? Not at all. But for one reason or another, the little voice inside of him was saying, “Go to Best Buy today.” And then, as it loves to do, the mind kicks in with its tendency towards over-indulgence and says, “Yea, buy a new computer!” When in all reality, perhaps you don’t even need to go inside at all to satisfy the little need to be in the parking lot that day. And perhaps you will never know what that little voice was all about, as you walk out of Best Buy empty-handed, or leave the parking lot without going in at all, feeling like you’ve just done something meaningful with your day.

All that to say, this life is bigger than just you. Even your very own wants and desires are often fueled by the force that is trying to facilitate cohesiveness in the world around you. The gravity otherwise known as consciousness or “God”. The gentle tugs left and right that might actually have nothing to do with you except that the Universe needs you to use you for a higher good.

The other day, I was feeling a bit … sorry for myself, on my way home from a talk I had attended. While driving home, I opened my heart to the Universe for answers. “What is all of this about and why am I here and is this ever going to make any kind of sense?” I wondered. Tears streaming down my face. Then, in front of me pulls a Louisiana license plate. Not only was it out-of-state, but I have a particular draw to Louisiana as my Maternal family resides there. The license plate was number 57. Angel Book 57 I go, “The changes you are experiencing are for the best. Trust these changes to lead you where you want to go. Fear not.” A sigh of relief.

Now, whatever series of events that occurred leading up to that very car having been in front of me in that very moment, that which brought a Louisiana license plate to Seattle to be in that particular place on that very evening, I will never know. Nor will the driver of said car ever have any idea how much satisfaction she provided me in just having been where she was in that very moment, but her having been there eased my troubled Soul.

How absolutely extraordinary, how intricately and divinely interconnected we all are. How we are forever being used as an instrument of a force much larger, that is forever trying to uplift us and bring us together, braiding and weaving us into one others’ stories, in a scheme much grander than the mind can possibly comprehend.

Follow Its lead. Listen when your heart speaks. Believe in Its guidance, timing, and direction. Stop trying to understand It and simply allow It to be more splendid and immaculate than the mind could possibly wrap itself around. It’s better that way. Besides, if there’s one thing I’ve learned along this path, it’s that the truth, the fundamental basis of all things, is not to be understood, it’s to be felt. Feel It.

With Love, Solé