Showing posts with label channeled guidance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label channeled guidance. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Depression

Dear Ones - 

Today we would like to correct some misunderstandings if we may. 

Depression is not one thing. It is not a bad thing. It does not mean anyone did anything wrong. It is a coping skill, an attempt to deal with things that feel undealable-with. So, have a little space in yourself for your own depressive times and those of others. 

What makes depression worse? Well, you all know the answers to this. It is worse when you hold it in and pretend it doesn't matter or doesn't happen to you at all. It is worse when you allow it a foothold in your mind without fighting back, fighting for your right to survive it. It is worse when you tell someone to just cheer up. Cheering up is not possible, nor is it an accurate prescription for what ails. 

What makes depression better? Well, you know this as well. Getting out of the house and looking up at the sky and breathing air. Purpose. Intention. Will. Resting gently as opposed to sinking into the quagmire without lifting your hand as a signal, "Hey, I could use some help here..." Giving yourself or another one something encouraging like a pat on the back. Saying to yourself or another one, "Hey, I am here for you. I don't know what to do, but I won't look away. I will bear witness to your pain and I won't compare and I will agree it just sucks." Or something along those lines.

Depression is anger and sorrow and fear turned inwards, like a nasty ingrown hair. The skin of your psyche grows up around it, thick and irritated. Even when the pressure is relieved, the cause beneath the surface must be addressed. And nobody wants to do that, because it is ugly and it hurts. But oh, the soothing balm of a cool compress of compassion, the drawing out power of patience and the listening ear. What you hear and feel will never be as bad, we promise, as the attempt to not feel and hear and see it has been. 

Sometimes the fear is the fear of failure, sometimes the fear of success. Sometimes the sorrow is of loss and transition, but sometimes one's own limitations - the inherent limitations in the human condition, we add - are the pain that cannot be borne. Sometimes it is just a way to survive. Deepen into the swampy place, breathe as little as possible, eat and drink the things that bring you sleep and nervous energy and oblivion. 

But underneath it all, you are longing to be free, to love yourself and come out into your place in the world. And every moment this is true. And every moment brings an opportunity to touch that truth in you. Some days it is closer to the surface. Some days it is harder to find. But it is indestructible, adamantine, and it sparkles when it comes into the light. Trust this. Never give up. You have work to do and joy to behold and love to send and to receive. Please do. You have come all this way, not for nothing. It's never too late. Not now.

Monday, April 6, 2015

On Risks

Good day dear humans!

We want to say a little bit about taking risks today.

Many people are what they might call risk-averse. Many people are what they might call daring. But however you identify, we say look carefully at what you are doing and you will see that everyone is both of these, each day.

it is a risk to get out of bed, also a risk to stay in bed. If you get up, anything could happen in your day. You might make mistakes. You might have success. You might trip and stumble. You might have your best hair day yet. Someone you love might die today. It could even be you. 

Staying in bed brings with it similar possibilities. You might finally get some rest. You might miss something fantastic out there in the world. You might not get wet if it rains. You might soil the bed if you don't get up at all. You might have a stroke of genius, having taken time to relax. You might spend the day in the grip of anxiety, not freeing it from your body through movement and space. People die in bed, too.

What we are saying is that everything is a bold adventure and everything has risk. Everything has the potential to be boring as heck. No matter what you do, life is full of incalculable possibilities, and here is the thing: nothing ever turns out as you think. Ever. There will always be surprises, plot twists, accidents of nature and of fate. If only you hadn't left the house five minutes early or late, you would not have been in that accident or met the love of your life.

It is all a big crapshoot, as they say, so what are you waiting for? Mistakes will be made, synchronicity will occur, love will fade, joy will flourish, something unusual will pop up in the most unexpected places. Will it be a volunteer plant in your garden, a flower or vegetable you will be glad to see? Or will it be a tumor, taking you on a journey to fight for your life? And how will you choose to move forward on days like this?

All you can really do is make choices. But not the ones you suppose. You can choose to face your experience or you can try to hide (both are a valid response). You can choose the big picture or the minutiae. You can choose to go right or left, some of the time, or backwards or forwards or halt. But everything is moving, with or without your permission, so you don't get to control it by your will. What you do receive is possibility and the capacity to say to yourself: OK, this is not what I want, but I can handle it. Or: WOW, that went better than I thought! Or: Hey, let's see what we can make of this (like the semi-random tiles of your turn in the game of Scrabble). (Think about it, that game. What a good name for it. What a metaphor.)

All of this is in aid of simply pointing out that you are not in control. Whatever you are aiming for, it has the element of surprise, with everything else. That is no reason not to try. Also no reason to keep going in some direction you decided on back then. You may have destiny, you may have free will, and so does everyone else, and the earth keeps turning in space. So, knowing this, what do you choose?

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Being Brave

Hello beloveds!

We want to write a bit about what it means to be brave. Some of you will think oh, I know, it means you are never afraid! Others will say no, it means you are afraid sometimes but you do it anyway! Those are two ideas about bravery that are currently in circulation, and some of each of them may or may not apply to you.

Today what we want to say about bravery is: this is what you are doing when you choose something different than you have always done before. If you are a person who tends to push on through, to get things done, and who likes to accomplish things, then it takes a lot of bravery to allow yourself to rest. To be fallow. To run dry and not know the next step. Some people come to this place through intention - I see I need to do something differently or I will burn out - but some people come through a slide and a crash and a burn. It can be difficult from this place to see the courage you exhibit, because you may feel you have no choice. You may think that whatever care you take of yourself, it brings no rewards. You may believe you are a failure, because doing things differently doesn't yet feel any different, and doing things the same old way brings pain. You may feel trapped, and sad, and worthless.

It brings discomfort when you do things differently. Bravery is very often an uncomfortable place to be. But if you look into that discomfort, you will see it is just the discomfort of old beliefs being scrubbed away. Although they cling tenaciously, you can say to them thank you, you have done your work here, see you later, goodbye! 

It is a little bit like washing a grater or a sieve after it was left to dry with material like cheese or something on it. You can't just scrub it off. It needs soaking first, to loosen up the relationship between the food and the surface onto which it has fused. If you attack it, you will skin your knuckles and also exert a lot of effort for not much return, which will only add to your feelings of futility and irritation. But if you let it soak a while, and go do something relaxing yourself, when you come back it will loosen of its own accord and let itself be rinsed off and away.

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is to take a nice hot bath.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Welcome!

In the beginning, there was life...

Dear Ones,
We welcome you to this very page upon which place thine eyes do dwell.

OK we are being silly.

What we truly want to say is this: Let The Adventures Begin! We say this to Ker, our beloved channel for our words, and we say this to you, gentle reader (OK silly again!) because we think if you are reading this then you are ready for an Adventure of sorts yourself.

Please know that we welcome questions to be answered only in this format. If you wish a personal reading using a voice and body, on the phone or face to face, please contact Ker easily and thy will be done. (excuse again the silliness)

OK, so this is the first post and we are so excited to get this show on the road, as it were. Let the merriment be joined!!!

With love and fondness,
Your hosts BlueStar and the Counsel of Light