Thursday, March 27, 2008
Spiritual Meme
Astrological Sign?
Taurus with Sagittarius moon.
Chinese Astrological Sign?
Metal Rooster
What are you currently setting your intention on or praying for?
Spring! Just kidding... my intention is set on getting my proverbial ducks in a row and attracting the perfect house sometime this summer.
Who do you pray to?
I haven't ever really prayed, but I suppose when I need help or guidance I ask "The Universe".
Do you believe God created humans or humans evolved from primordial goo?
Ha ha. Both. I think it's all connected and that the Source, whatever we call it, is continually creating - and that evolution was part of this creative process. We are not the end of this process either.
What is your mantra?
If I'm being honest, it's probably "what's next?" because I'm always a million miles ahead of myself. But what I would want it to be is "love".
Do you believe in Sin?
I believe in free will - and I believe that although we come into our lives with best intentions, we get caught up in drama, or victimization, or anger or fear and we make bad choices. But I don't think we are punished for it in the hereafter. I think it's part of the learning process.
Do you believe in Evil?
I guess this goes hand in hand with the last question. I think there is a darkness out there that can envelop us if we let it in. But I see a universal balance - if there is to be good, there likely has to be bad.
What do you do when you see 11:11?
I always either make a wish or give thanks when I can't think of a single thing to wish for because I have all I need.
Do you believe in Angels?
A couple years ago I might have scoffed and equated angels with UFOs. But lately I've been a little more mindful of dismissing something because of the label we've put on it. I believe in bodhisattvas (enlightened beings), and I suppose it would not be impossible for me to believe that there are higher energies, intelligent, guiding energies out there that some might deem to be 'angels'.
Do you believe in God? If so, what does God look like to you?
I believe in an organized, intelligent field of energy that we are born of and return to when we die. I believe we can access this field through meditation and dreams. If I had to give it a "face" I'd say my version of god looks like a mandala of buzzing energies.
Is there an aspect of your religion/belief that you haven't made up your mind about?
There's a lot I'm still mulling over. Not sure what I think about these "new ages" ringing in with crystal kids and indigos and the lot. I certainly want to believe... but haven't had direct experiential proof yet.
Is there a religion that you don't follow, but deeply respect or admire?
I admire a lot of different religions. I admire the Buddhist path, the epicness of Hinduism, the personal power of Wicca, and I'm deeply drawn to the esoteric and mystical branches of Judaism and Christianity.
Who has inspired you the most on your spiritual path?
There have been so many contributors along the way, beautiful clear people who've shared their thoughts and listened to mine with open minds. In the last few years Wayne Dyer has notably been the source of many little epiphanies.
In your opinion, what is the worst mistake we make, as a species?
I know it's the standard response but I'd say getting caught up in material games. I love my iPod, don't get me wrong, but I think we use money and possessions to fill holes that we ought to fill with with love and learning.
What is something you would like to believe, but don't?
Heaven, the way it's depicted in movies.
Do you believe in soul mates?
Yes, but I think we have more than one and they're not always romantic connections. I have several good friends I consider soul mates because being around them makes my heart buzz with happy vibrations.
Reincarnation or heaven?
Reincarnation, or rejoining of the field, depending on your energy's goals.
Best "ah ha!" moment/epiphany?
When my good friend, who had passed away months earlier, contacted me through my dreams - it really was a big moment for me. I woke up knowing things I had only theorized about before.
Required spiritual reading?
2150 A.D. My dad had a beaten up paperback copy of it and lent it to me. It's the best of spiritual idealism and has a lot of great thinking in it. I think the Celestine Prophecy also helped me at the right time.
If you could pick, in your final moments, what would your last words be?
"See you soon. Love you."
Advice for a lost soul?
Follow your bliss. Trust yourself.
A song that encapsulates your beliefs?
"All You Need Is Love" by the Beatles.
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Delusional or Just Happy?

I get along just fine with atheists. I spend a large part of my life conversing with them. My mother is an atheist. My boss is an atheist. A lot of my friends don't believe in anything in particular and are unknowingly "agnostic".
Because I don't believe in proselytizing, I am always conscious and aware of how I talk when I'm talking to an atheist. It can be draining sometimes, the lack of belief in anything seems to me to be a very negative, cynical view.
This article came out yesterday addressing what I have been long sensing - That those of us who have faith in a greater order, a purpose-driven existance, are generally happier for it.
Using data from Britain and Europe, the study found believers enjoyed higher levels of satisfaction and suffered less psychological damage from unemployment, divorce or the death of a partner.When I was little and I used to ask my mother what she believed in, she used to always say "I believe in myself". That is, she didn't want to believe that there was anyone else pulling the strings - it made her feel powerless.
And I have to thank her for sharing her empowerment. Because of it, I also refused to believe that "something else" was pulling my strings - and opted for a much more inclusive kind of spirituality, where free will ruled and I was a creative contributor, a valued member of a collective of powerful energies creating itself as goes along.
But even now, in the face of all of my "spiritual experiences" with precognition, the afterlife and psychic phenomena, my mom remains cautiously curious. She'd never outright admit to being intrigued, but she did sneak a peek at a few chapters of my Holographic Universe
I have no qualm with those who don't believe. Maybe it's not their purpose in this lifetime to believe. But I do wish that the religious and the atheists would stop quarreling about who is more delusional.
What is it about us that we so desperately want everyone to have the exact same human experience we do? Can't we accept the possibility that there is no absolute truth - or that there are perhaps multiple truths - all equally valid?
What do you think? Am I delusional?
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Clap If You Believe...

My favourite part of the process is when two separate sources or pieces of information start overlapping to form a new insight. This is starting to happen.
I'm reading Mysticism and The New Physics
Taking this line of thought further, Talbot explores the multi-dimensional quantum universe, where it seems there is a great possibility that everything that can happen DOES happen. In a mind-breakingly bizarre twist, we not only create our own reality, but are constantly creating hundred of billions of other universes. Sounds like science fiction, sure, but knowing what I know so far about the quantum universe, 'there are more things, in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in our philosophy.'
This all comes back to another insight I received, during a meditation, wherein I was asking my guide questions of all kinds. One question I asked was "what religion has it right" - and I suppose I was asking for guidance on which path I should personally follow. The answer was two-fold.
1) Religion doesn't matter - faith is the only thing that matters. What it is that you have faith in is of little consequence. That leap, that trust, is the cord that connects us to the divine.
2) Faith is love. To trust, to believe, whatever it is that you believe in, is seen as a cosmic act of love.
And then, the final piece of the puzzle - the Abraham-Hicks folks and their message that we are all creators. That our purpose in this life is quite simply to create. That through our thoughts we are unfolding the universe.
And then it hit me - with the power of a ton of bricks - that we are all right. Every interpretation of God, every believed prophet, every faith... it's all correct. It's all "creative" in the sense that we are creating God, perhaps in the same way that some believe God created us.
Our unique gift, as humans, is our gift of interpretation - our ability to shape ideas, to create that which feels right to us. Everyone does it - from the scientist who plays with established "rules" and discovers new wonders, to the poet, prophet who takes creed and makes it new again.
What if we are all creating God through our faith?
His head almost filled the fourth wall of her little room as he knelt near her in distress. Every moment her light was growing fainter; and he knew that if it went out she would be no more. She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it.
Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.
Peter flung out his arms. There were no children there, and it was night-time; but he addressed all who might be dreaming of the Neverland, and who were therefore nearer to him than you think; boys and girls in their nighties, and naked papooses in their baskets hung from trees.
‘Do you believe?’ he cried.
Tink sat up in bed almost briskly to listen to her fate.
She fancied she heard answers in the affirmative, and then again she wasn’t sure.
‘What do you think?’ she asked Peter.
‘If you believe,’ he shouted to them, ‘clap your hands; don’t let Tink die.’
Many clapped.
Some didn’t.
A few little beasts hissed
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
The G Word
We were talking about babies (I know, shocker, women in their late 20s talking about babies). Her take on infertility was that if "god doesn't want you to have them" you probably shouldn't. Now, there's a loaded statement to be sure. But this entry has nothing to do with that either. She prefaced that statement with "Not that I believe in God. Or anything. But if god doesn't..." THAT is what interested me.
I realized what an interesting and tricky conundrum it was. To decidedly NOT believe in something, but then give it power like that.
Anyway, that's not what this entry is about either. "Get to the point, lady!" Alright, alright.
I had a little interesting moment during this conversation when I realized just how comfy I had become with the G-word. GOD. I hadn't even flinched like I used to. And oh, I used to flinch.
It was a big strange word when I was growing up. It was what other kids at school went to church to learn about. I didn't have a religious upbringing and only really knew about god because my parents sent me to a Mennonite camp when I was 6 (it was a good camp) and because when I slept over at friends' houses on Saturday night I had to go to church with them Sunday morning.

A little older still, in my teens I started taste-testing other religions.
My best friend in grade 10 had been raised Wiccan. Her mother was a very sweet witch who told me my name was a very powerful name. Goddess of the Moon. The hunter. She fed me dried roots whenever something ailed me. My friend and I did a love spell at midnight under a full moon. Teenage girls should never do love spells. It went horribly horribly wrong.
And when another close friend was told by her father she was to either convert to Islam or risk being cut off from her siblings, she and I read the Koran together, trying to make sense of some of the particularly difficult passages (like the one I believe was instructing a man to beat his wife until she submits to his will).
I went to Israel when I was 15 on a Jewish summer school Archeology course. I dug in the desert sun for four hours a day - on a site called Bethsaida. An old fishing village mentioned in the bible. We stayed in a kibbutz on the North shore of the Sea of Galilee. I swam there daily. One day I had been out swimming with a friend when, quite a ways out from shore, I stumbled upon a sandbank and stood on it. My feet were only inches in the water... And I walked, on water. In the Sea of Galilee. Or so it would have seemed to someone on the shore. Someone unaware of the sandbank.
I started asking questions about the possibility of Jesus walking on sandbanks. My Jewish teacher promptly asked me to stop.
Throughout all of it, I think my relationship with God remained one of curiosity. Was I just colour blind when it came to God? What had managed to convince everyone else? If there was a God, what kind of God was it? Was it the Roman picture of God - white beard, toga, staff. Was it Elephant-Headed and Blue? Was it a he or a she...?
My husband was raised Catholic. Catholic school, catholic church, the whole works and yet even he isn't sure he believes any of it (but I note that he faithfully recites the lines and goes through the motions when he's in a Catholic church).
But none of it fit, you know? Parts of parts did. Little tidbits rang true here and there, but on the whole there wasn't a single religion I really felt had 'nailed' it.
Eventually I decided it was best and easiest to stop arguing - and start substituting. You say "God", I hear "Universal Intelligent Energy" (or something like that).
And the more I read about breakthroughs in modern science, quantum physics and the strange capabilities of subatomic particles, the more I'm starting to think of God as the magical mini bits that we all made of - the bits of energy that connect us all.
Could I be so bold as to say WE are God, or that we are made OF God? Maybe after a few drinks, in the company of friends, but I'm certainly not bold enough to do it here.
Or maybe Ron L. had it right and we're all just trapped little aliens who should cough up half a million dollars to find ourselves again... What do I know?