I spent some beautiful time this morning outdoors reconnecting with nature and spirituality. How amazing to forget about the pressures of city life for a while and go within to the pure, blissful, pristine peace that resides within this physical body. With my eyes closed, I followed the path of my breath, which is like a bridge from the seen world to the unseen inner world. It is rather like submerging oneself in the wonderland of the ocean. As one steadily sinks to the bottom of the ocean floor, the concerns with the world on the continent seem to become faint distant memories. How intense is the inner silence. The stillness reassures and comforts me. I feel encapsulated in a protective energy.
The silence helps me notice my inner well of spirituality and love, a universal wisdom so strong and powerful. The feeling is of being filled to the brim by an osmotic warm presence from a source deep within myself.
I sit quietly and reflectively with my eyes closed, absorbing the power and acknowledging its potential, I am overcome with emotion, powerful feelings that move me to tears. So beautiful is the feeling that I don't want to leave this space. I cling to the moment, almost hypnotised by the feel good emotions that are resonating within me. I breath effortlessly and imbibe more divine energy. I feel so safe in this unseen world, protected from everything seen, rather like a child, who trying to hide, closes her eyes in the belief that "if I can't see you then you can't see me".
So great is the power of peace I own in surrendering to the stillness. I am plugged into my source and thirstily soak up the divine presence like a dry sponge. With every heartbeat warm golden light is transported from my heart centre to my periphery. And at the same time I feel the sun's warm rays like golden hands caressing my outer body. My pores hungrily absorb the sun's glorious warmth as I am bathed with healing balms of golden energising orbs. All my senses are seduced and caressed simultaneously.
What a gift it is to remember the presence that resides within me. I feel as though I have been reunited with a long lost friend. What relief!
I have left that space feeling strong and connected, newly charged. My emotional batteries have been refreshed and re tuned.
I now carry the memory of that feeling to remind myself, as the day progresses and the events begin to whirr, to stay tuned within. It is my challenge to walk my walk from my heart centre, from this place of peace.
I have such intense gratitude for the love that I feel and I pray that I should never forget this all powerful connect, with its resultant feelings of self assurance, confidence, peace and positivity.
All I need is to remember, to quieten myself and allow the essence to flow. There is no love that can satisfy like this universal love, this comforting, all embracing sense of peace.
As the week progresses, my prayer for you is that you make time to reconnect with your love centre. May you find your peace.
Have an awesome week
love
Nicolette
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
Entertaining Emo
I sit in a place of receptivity as I listen for Spirit's guide. What is it that Spirit wants for me to share with you today?
I know this, that what I share comes from a place of truth and honesty.
I have been wrestling lately with entanglement with my emotions. I discerned an inner need to invite my emotions to visit and meet with me personally, in order to fully grow and connect with my higher self. This is quite a scary decision, given that I have worn a mask of super control for the last 50 years. You have to know that for reasons unknown to me, I was unable to cry or feel compassion for myself, in fact I was in denial that I had any feelings other than happiness, courage, faith, bravery, determination, etc ,that is until anger visited upon my doorstep and introduced himself to me. I kind of didn't want to admit that I could even entertain such a wild and volatile guest. I had nothing in common with anger. What would we talk about? How could I relate? I have never known anger, hatred, depression, unhappiness, frustration.... Oops, maybe frustration, yes and a bit of intolerance. Oh, yes to that too.
As I spoke with anger I started to realise that anger has many faces and as I peered through the eyes of anger, the more faces I started to recognise. Resentment, judgement, victim, control, fear, fury, impatience, and so I could go on. Beneath my calm facade I detected layers upon layers of different faces, different emotions that had been secreted away. I started to recognise that all these faces are a part of who I am. They are all choices which are freely available to me. Because I had judged all these emotions as bad, I feared entertaining them lest I should appear weak and so I forcibly repressed them inwardly beneath my lid of cultivated control. What did I fear? I was in fear of these emotions taking control of me. I feared that by allowing them to manifest and present their case to me that I would become their slave and that I would lose my freedom.
So very slowly I braved it and delved within. I entertained sadness and hurt. I put them on and wore them to feel how they felt. I traded my happy shoes with depression's ball and chain and got dragged down to the lowest of lows. I dined with resentment and grief, despair and rage. My body was starting to feel completely shattered, rather like the feeling one gets after an extreme roller coaster ride. So great was the onslaught of so many diverse feelings all at once, that I began to feel an anxietous knot at my core.
What if I can never get back? What if I have become a slave to these dark and ominous feelings? The thoughts of terror were huge and all encompassing.
All these visitors had drained away my life force energy. I felt exhausted and imprisoned, completely powerless. I lay down for a sleep and journeyed back in time with my emotions revisiting the scrapbooks of my youth.
As I emerged from my dreams I became aware that I was protected by a presence deep within me. Behind the fracas of the house guests I had entertained, still remained the pure calm essence of who I am. Love spoke to me and assured me that I had freedom of choice. "Emotions aren't real" they told me. "They are perceptions. They are our navigation tools to help guide us to the choices we have the freedom to make." Wow! I sat up with a sensation deep within the pit of my stomach as I felt a smile begin to erupt from that place. I felt power returning to my limbs and, with just a thought, peace, serenity and happiness flowed right back into my midst.
I was overjoyed that I had remembered my truth, my power that resides within me and the freedom to choose my destiny.
You see fear is just a tourniquet that halts the eternal flow of love and in the stoppage of this powerful life force our emotions arise to alert us to the breach in our life support system. The weaker the flow of love, the greater the emotions of panic, chaos, hatred and depression become. Our emotions are not who we are. They are our indicators which serve to warn us how close or how far we are from love.
Having gone on a journey with my emotions, I now feel hugely sensitised, rather wiser and definitely empowered by the knowledge that my emotions are but a thought away. I shall now pay greater attention to what I am feeling as I now know that my feelings are fine tuning me to a more balanced experience of who I am.
From a newly converted emo
I wish you a wonderful week
love
Nicolette
I know this, that what I share comes from a place of truth and honesty.
I have been wrestling lately with entanglement with my emotions. I discerned an inner need to invite my emotions to visit and meet with me personally, in order to fully grow and connect with my higher self. This is quite a scary decision, given that I have worn a mask of super control for the last 50 years. You have to know that for reasons unknown to me, I was unable to cry or feel compassion for myself, in fact I was in denial that I had any feelings other than happiness, courage, faith, bravery, determination, etc ,that is until anger visited upon my doorstep and introduced himself to me. I kind of didn't want to admit that I could even entertain such a wild and volatile guest. I had nothing in common with anger. What would we talk about? How could I relate? I have never known anger, hatred, depression, unhappiness, frustration.... Oops, maybe frustration, yes and a bit of intolerance. Oh, yes to that too.
As I spoke with anger I started to realise that anger has many faces and as I peered through the eyes of anger, the more faces I started to recognise. Resentment, judgement, victim, control, fear, fury, impatience, and so I could go on. Beneath my calm facade I detected layers upon layers of different faces, different emotions that had been secreted away. I started to recognise that all these faces are a part of who I am. They are all choices which are freely available to me. Because I had judged all these emotions as bad, I feared entertaining them lest I should appear weak and so I forcibly repressed them inwardly beneath my lid of cultivated control. What did I fear? I was in fear of these emotions taking control of me. I feared that by allowing them to manifest and present their case to me that I would become their slave and that I would lose my freedom.
So very slowly I braved it and delved within. I entertained sadness and hurt. I put them on and wore them to feel how they felt. I traded my happy shoes with depression's ball and chain and got dragged down to the lowest of lows. I dined with resentment and grief, despair and rage. My body was starting to feel completely shattered, rather like the feeling one gets after an extreme roller coaster ride. So great was the onslaught of so many diverse feelings all at once, that I began to feel an anxietous knot at my core.
What if I can never get back? What if I have become a slave to these dark and ominous feelings? The thoughts of terror were huge and all encompassing.
All these visitors had drained away my life force energy. I felt exhausted and imprisoned, completely powerless. I lay down for a sleep and journeyed back in time with my emotions revisiting the scrapbooks of my youth.
As I emerged from my dreams I became aware that I was protected by a presence deep within me. Behind the fracas of the house guests I had entertained, still remained the pure calm essence of who I am. Love spoke to me and assured me that I had freedom of choice. "Emotions aren't real" they told me. "They are perceptions. They are our navigation tools to help guide us to the choices we have the freedom to make." Wow! I sat up with a sensation deep within the pit of my stomach as I felt a smile begin to erupt from that place. I felt power returning to my limbs and, with just a thought, peace, serenity and happiness flowed right back into my midst.
I was overjoyed that I had remembered my truth, my power that resides within me and the freedom to choose my destiny.
You see fear is just a tourniquet that halts the eternal flow of love and in the stoppage of this powerful life force our emotions arise to alert us to the breach in our life support system. The weaker the flow of love, the greater the emotions of panic, chaos, hatred and depression become. Our emotions are not who we are. They are our indicators which serve to warn us how close or how far we are from love.
Having gone on a journey with my emotions, I now feel hugely sensitised, rather wiser and definitely empowered by the knowledge that my emotions are but a thought away. I shall now pay greater attention to what I am feeling as I now know that my feelings are fine tuning me to a more balanced experience of who I am.
From a newly converted emo
I wish you a wonderful week
love
Nicolette
Monday, 27 August 2012
Humility
There's a certain niceness about doing chores, a kind of satisfaction in cleaning up after making a mess.
My angel helper who has been assisting me with my housework for the last 18 years, is in hospital and I have been afforded the opportunity to acquaint myself with the finer details of the washing, ironing, mopping and scrubbing.
I can't say that I have found any of it unpleasant. I have to the contrary, found it rather therapeutic, kind of like an awakened meditation. Whilst your body mechanically vacuums and mops, your mind is free to wander deliciously at its will.
It's almost as though as I feverishly scrub and iron I am working away credits for my next playtime, my well earned state of relaxation. I feel satisfied and humble. I have a sense of connectedness with earth. I feel grounded and I have also discovered a fresh appreciation for my helper who does these repetitive chores, week after week, thereby freeing me up to do what I choose.
I know that some people feel led to travel afar to ashrams to clean other people's toilets, but there is a deep contentment in cleaning one's own toilet as I have found over the last two weeks and I didn't need to travel anywhere.
So, as I reflect in the afterglow of content, I realise I have found meaning in doing the simple things today.
May you too find pleasure in the simple things
lots of love
Nicolette
My angel helper who has been assisting me with my housework for the last 18 years, is in hospital and I have been afforded the opportunity to acquaint myself with the finer details of the washing, ironing, mopping and scrubbing.
I can't say that I have found any of it unpleasant. I have to the contrary, found it rather therapeutic, kind of like an awakened meditation. Whilst your body mechanically vacuums and mops, your mind is free to wander deliciously at its will.
It's almost as though as I feverishly scrub and iron I am working away credits for my next playtime, my well earned state of relaxation. I feel satisfied and humble. I have a sense of connectedness with earth. I feel grounded and I have also discovered a fresh appreciation for my helper who does these repetitive chores, week after week, thereby freeing me up to do what I choose.
I know that some people feel led to travel afar to ashrams to clean other people's toilets, but there is a deep contentment in cleaning one's own toilet as I have found over the last two weeks and I didn't need to travel anywhere.
So, as I reflect in the afterglow of content, I realise I have found meaning in doing the simple things today.
May you too find pleasure in the simple things
lots of love
Nicolette
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