The earthquakes, hurricanes, and floods don’t surprise me. Neither do the volcanoes. I feel these things in my body and soul as emotional energies, usually a few weeks in advance, and I see the waves of people feeling them as well. The world is shaken, stirred, and now blowing up in various ways. Even Mother Earth is venting to release the pressure.
My in-box is full of emotional storms. I wake up to emails talking about death, bleeding hearts, hatred, unforgiveness, suicide, and despair, all from dear souls who are simply going through some very tough times. My heart goes to each and every one. I do my best to be compassionate and share the wisdom I’ve been given.
I have to be careful however, to maintain my own joy, or I start getting sucked into the pain. In that space, I’m of no use to anyone. If I see the world as broken, I support its brokenness. If however, I can simultaneously witness the pain with compassion while focusing on the the ever-present perfection trying to emerge, then I can truly help to elevate souls.
So when I started getting cranky last week, and seeing “stories” rather than “souls,” I knew it was time for some time alone. It is a rare thing when I don’t want to serve, but last week all I wanted to do was run away from the world’s pain. So I did. I know better than to ignore my own heart. I turned off my emails and headed for the hills.
On a beautiful, crisp, blue-skied, sunny Sunday I loaded up the car and hit the open road. The farther I drove, the clearer I felt. I had no commitments, and no schedule. Windows unrolled, hair waving in the wind, country music blasting on the radio, it was just me, God, and the angels. I felt like I could breathe again.
I parked, tossed the camera in the backpack and wandered into the forest in silence. There in nature’s cathedral, among towering aspens and ancient pines, with grasses up to my knees and ferns up to my waist, I reconnected with my own soul. Using my backpack as a pillow, I laid down on a massive boulder surrounded by ferns and trees reaching skyward. Their leaves fluttered. Their trunks bent and swayed in the wind. Sunlight dappled warm shine on my face while chilly breezes danced across my skin.
In the ever present now, I drifted into sweet slumber to the sound of chirping birds, ravens crying overhead, and the roaring whoosh of wind through the trees. The last thing I remember is the smell of baked grasses and Christmasy pine…
Some time later, I awakened to the plunk, plunk, plunk of golden aspen leaves raining down upon me. It was a long time before I could move. I had melted into all-that-is. I felt invigorated, inspired, and deeply passionately in love with life… just in time to come back and help people deal with death, divorce, suicide, the horrific massacre in Las Vegas, and the volcanic emotions arising within so many that mirror Mother earth’s current venting.
It is only in being present to, and honoring our feelings that we can return to joy. It is only in our joy that we can truly be the light and beacon of hope that this world requires.
Here are a few pointers to help you weather the torrents of emotion that might be rising up from within:
1. Honor your feelings… All of them
The angels can’t stress this enough. Every feeling is coming from Love that wants to rise up within you. Like a volcano however, if the emotional pressure builds up for two long, we are likely to erupt at some point in time.
If you are angry, ask yourself, “How can I better care for myself? What do I need to change? How can I be part of the solution?” The answer might be as simple as getting enough rest, exercise, and good food. The answer might be the need to change an attitude. The answer might be suggesting you get to work helping others. If you’re sad, ask, “How can I comfort myself in a healthy way? How can I create change?” Remain open. Trust the answer.
Listen to your feelings. Don’t run from them. They have valuable messages for you.
2. Don’t judge yourself
It is so easy, as spiritual people, to judge ourselves when we’re not in a great space. Instead, relax. Be compassionate with yourself. You’re human. Rather than wasting time judging, just tell yourself,
I’m sad/angry/jealous… and that is OK.
Let’s see what this feeling is attempting to say.
The minute you own the e-motion, you allow it to be in-motion and it starts to move through you.
3. Remember, honoring your feelings makes you a contribution
Because I had taken care of myself this weekend, when I heard of the horrific shootings in Las Vegas, I was able to bear witness to the pain without being engulfed by it. I was able to immediately go into Silent Presence, pray, and send love. Had I not honored my feelings I would have fallen into the world’s despair and been useless.
Instead, I know the deceased are celebrating their homecoming in heaven, knowing a deeper love than we can ever imagine and wishing that for us. The murderer is lost in darkness, being watched by angels who are waiting for him to find the light so they can cast out his demons of despair. The countless souls who remain in grief and pain are lovingly tended by angels and, if willing, are going to see immense growth and change in their lives. You never value life so dearly as when you know you might not have it. I know that from personal experience.
As I stumbled on a website littered with sad and disturbing photos, I was also brought to tears by the best in humanity – a man who literally laid down his life to save his wife, and many others who willingly jumped to cover those closest to them. The Christ showed up in human hearts in the midst of such tragedy. The love is there even in the darkness. I could never have held this focus had I not honored my feelings this weekend.
When you listen to the love beneath your feelings, you are more able to see and share love with the world.
This week, love yourself through your own pains, fears, tears, anger, sadness, and any other state that feels less than loving. Always and forever, Love is trying to surface.
Love you all!
PS – My friend Summer Bacon who channels a dear angel emailed this free channeling about the senseless acts we witness, just as I was finishing up my newsletter. Listen here.