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Below are some of my offerings as well as others I have received. Sound your tone ... share the understanding that you have. To be included, please email your vision to me at Lorelynn@AriseCounseling.com.
The Blessings of ALOHA
It is a bridge from Hawai'i's past that unites the islands to this very day. ALOHA.
Literally, the breath of life. In a single word, we embrace the gentle pulse of stars and sunshine. The rise and fall of the ocean.
And the deep breathing of the Earth itself. In our daily lives, Aloha is a reminder that we don't just breathe the same air. We breathe the same breath.
And that breath is what sustains us. It strengthens us when we are weary. And it teaches us to love, with every breath we take.
It is our hope that in the days ahead, you will fell the spirit of Aloha, no matter where you are.
And that the breath of life will be the world's to share forever.
The Islands of Aloha
The Oregonian 10/0/01
A Call to Arms
No newspaper, radio, or TV news. Being media-free for over a decade has had a wonderfully freeing effect upon me. No longer tied to the daily diet of horror, devastation, and despair, I have been free to create and live in a world of peace, hope, and light. When I needed to know of some particular atrocity, others were sure to let me know, along with a comment about how out of touch I was. But it worked for me.
Two incidents catapulted me directly into this tragedy. The first was a call from my sister early in the morning of Sept. 11th. All of my family live in New York. My brother-in-law is a NYC policeman, a cousin is an EMT worker, other cousins are volunteer firefighters. My husband and I worked in NY and passed through the World Trade Center every day for years. In fact, if we hadn't moved to Oregon, my husband would have been working there now - or maybe not. So the connection and pain was personal, immediate, and overwhelming.
The second incident came hours later while huddled around the communal campfire (TV). Where had I heard the words 'suicide pilots' before? And then I remembered a vision which had come to me 2 days before. As I walked into my kitchen on Sept. 9th, I 'saw' into a cockpit, directly looking at a side profile of a man who was flying a plane. He was not dressed as a pilot, but he seemed sure, steady and determined, not mad, raving, or fanatic.
And then the words, "They are suicide pilots and they are coming."
"What? Japanese kamikaze pilots?" I asked.
"No, they're not Japanese and they're not kamikaze. But they are suicide pilots and they are coming."
Not knowing what this meant, or why I was thinking of something so strange, I just shook off the vision and went about my day. And the next day. Having been brought inside this hurricane of events so forcefully and personally has generated many understandings about this incident and the ramifications which are to come. I offer them to you.
Many have prophesized this millennial shift as a coming era of peace, higher consciousness, and global unity. This time has begun, the birthing pains have started.
For those of us who have given birth to a child, we understand viscerally that the process is not without its own price. It is painful, bloody, and beyond the scope of the mind's ability to grasp.
I prepared extensively for the birth of my daughter, with homemade tapes, affirmations, inspirations, and devotion to the process. And yet the reality of her birth was as far from my preparation - and my fervent hope - as possible. It devolved into a grueling and sometimes humiliating process of a hospital (Caesarean) birth along with cruel undertones from two or three hospital staffers. I had nightmares for weeks afterward where I was chased and pinched by one particular labor room nurse.
And yet my precious daughter is here ... the sun and the moon and the stars to me. Ask any woman afterwards - the price can be unspeakably high - but always worth it.
'Birthing pains' is one layer of my understanding of the events that happened on Sept. 11th.
It's easy to have a 'doom and gloom' attitude toward the future. Many versions of those possible realities are found in most science fiction books, movies, and overriding fears generated through mass consciousness. And yet there are growing numbers of us who refused to be held enchained by this horror.
Simply, we hold a Vision of a wonderful future for our children and for their children's children. How is that possible? How can we escape the relentless drive toward destruction of our planet, our resources, our very lives from 'madmen' of all shapes and sizes?
Each moment since that fateful day, especially in transitional states of sleeping and waking, we have a choice. To hold on to Hope or fear, Light or darkness, Love or hate. To call upon tolerance, vision, prayer, inspiration, and surrender to higher purpose. Or not.
Choosing carefully our realities, our banners, we create ripples in the fabric of fear.
Choosing carefully as we live the precious, everyday moments of our daily lives, we create a web of peace. And, as has been said, peace is not the absence of war. Peace is a state of beingness.
As we stand at this fulcrum point, we all know intuitively that life will never be the same. Lines are drawn out to generations in the future from decisions made now. And of course this particular doorway has been created from decisions made from generations before us. Lines coming from and going out into infinity - and we are the Light-Prism through which all the lines pass. Because we are here now. Because we choose to be.
So we stand at the threshold. And we stand straight, breathe deeply, and with a song of hope and praise we endure. We endure the pain and the grief. We endure the feelings of hopelessness and fragility. We endure the agony of waiting for news of survivors . We endure the sun shining gloriously the last week of summer and the first week of autumn and life going on. We endure the issuance of war.
We endure. We are birthing.
Embracing the Polarities
We hear from every side the 'right' response to this attack. Those who cry out for justice, for self-protection, for blood and retribution, and those who fiercely oppose the laying down of lives to prevent future holocausts. Peace marches and war whoops. Is this a war we can really win? By missiles and bombs? By turning the other cheek? By dialoging with nihilists?
And we are called to hold our arms wide enough to embrace all. To be gentle and tolerant -- whatever stage of awareness or reasoning. We are all being stretched and aided in our understanding of higher purpose and destiny. And we will be held accountable for our actions as well.
We each must take the step that is in front of us. With wings of grace we can fly further, and sometimes we do. And other times we crawl along in our lessons --- barely able to slither out of a pit of our creation before sliding back into another (of despair, guilt, intolerance, judgment, anger... there are many, we must know our favorites by now).
Yet there is a patterning that holds that each of us as part of the whole. Just as the earth is being visioned and re-membered as a living, breathing, consciously intelligent entity, so too are we integral to the One living, breathing, wriggling, emerging, transcending mass of human energy inhabiting the planet.
We are as vile and full of hatred as the lowliest one and as compassionate and glorious as the highest. We birth together this millennial shift and move forward lurching at one step and flying at another. Until we learn to soar.
A unique opportunity is now being presented: to heal the schisms that have erupted throughout the millennia in the world around us and just decades ago in our country. "War mongers" vs. "peaceniks". The have's vs. the have-not's. The betrayers vs. the betrayed. Justice and Peace at war with each other? Choosing sides? Why?
For healing and transformation to occur, we need to embrace and integrate our own shadow selves, as a person, and then collectively as a nation and, ultimately, as a race. We now have an opportunity to compassionately embrace and heal all of who we are and all of who we are to become.
A Call to Arms
And so it starts with us. Like it always does. Integrating the Light and the dark in our own lives. Bringing balance and justice and peace to our warring sides. Standing in our wholeness. Integrating and accepting those parts within us we wish to annihilate or deny or mask.
And then we widen our circle to our family and friends. Healing the divisions, opening honest communications, living our truth. And then we widen again to our neighbors and community. And wider still to our country. And finally we widen our arms to embrace all on this planet, all nations, all conscious and sentient beings, all those who grieve and mourn yet still hold a spark of hope in their hearts.
We all make high level executive decisions each day that will affect the world - or at least our world. Let us live in trust, acceptance, and tolerance as we hold firm to our ideals - and not continue to pit one truth against another. Those who choose to step forward at this time with dignity and resolve to draw a line in the sand with their own lives - are they not as wondrous as those who embrace and envision for all of us mercy, compassion, and forgiveness? Peace exists within all of our breasts as does Justice and Truth. Rather than fight over our separate understandings of right action, we are asked to align ourselves, without judgment, to the over-arching realities of Peace, Justice, and Truth.
Embracing all, we step forward together.
Love to you,
I appreciate this dialogue regarding chaos vs. calm...
... how we respond... is not irrelevant. Each of us contributes to the chaos .. or adds calm. We fall into the the pit despair, or we nurture hope. We relieve our grief and our tension by focusing on vengeance or by focusing on compassion. We live in the consciousness of US and THEM (3rd Chakra), or we breathe in the understanding, that no matter what it looks like the Truth is that it is Us AND Them (4th Chakra). We do have some choice in determining our Personal reality in this tragedy. (and in turn, in some way the outer one). Day by day, hour by hour, by breath... what do WE add to collective consciousness?
In Light and Love,
September 14, 2001 Message from Orin and DaBen (www.Orindaben.com)
During times such as these, enormous numbers of people are open to new ways of thinking, and are listening to the voice of their hearts and their souls. The great loss that has occurred has given everyone a chance to reflect upon the purpose and meaning of their lives. It has impelled millions to turn upward, reaffirm their belief in God/Goddess/All-That-Is, and feel their oneness with each other.
We see a humanity that is more united than ever before. Even if the unity experienced at this high level is for just a brief while, the joining together that is now happening will have effects for years to come. Humanity is learning how to form a collective voice, and the inner connections that are being formed during this time will be carried out with new actions, thoughts, organizations, choices, and decisions that will change the course of history.
The group of souls who gave up their lives, and the loved ones they left behind, are part of a remarkable soul group. Take a moment to sense the courage, love, and sacrifice this group of souls has made. Those souls who have passed on have given humanity an enormous opportunity to awaken their inner strength and the will to act with wisdom to bring about world peace and unity.
These are remarkable souls, and you will note in the stories you hear about them that they seemed to be special people known by their kindness, willingness to help others, and by a certain light and radiance they possessed. These souls and their loved ones are being honored and blessed by the loving thoughts of millions. Through their sacrifice, and through the prayers of millions, they will move to a new level of spiritual awakening as souls. Those who are left behind will find many rewards of light, awakening, love, and spiritual progress coming to them out of this great sacrifice that they are experiencing.
World Trade Center as Mother
I stood strong and
housed you each day
as you went about your
business and on your way
My steel beams held tight
with dignity and pride
and my body set ablaze by
I held you
I held on to save those
still within my body
I held on to let you out
I could feel it
but I wanted to save you,
as you ran from my body
I could not hold you and
instead my love, my very existence destroyed you
I am sorry
I could not be a better
Please forgive me for not
being able to hold on longer, God knows I tried
Please forgive me for not
being able to save your precious lives
I am sorry my steel arms
I am sorry I let them win
I am no longer your nine
to five mother
I am now the undertaker,
your final resting place, your smoldering gravestone
I never meant for this to
I wish I were stronger
I wish I could have held
Please forgive me
Michele Amendolari 2001
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