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Bengali Tea-Boys

*sigh*

Those who give us a hard time, who are difficult to be around or who constantly blow our cover, are the very ones who show us where we we’re stuck. The great meditation master Atisha always traveled with his belligerent Bengali tea-boy because it kept him honest. Without his ill-tempered servant to test him, he might have been able to deceive himself about his degree of equanimity. Troublemakers up the ante: if we can practice patience with them, we can practice it with anyone. —Pema Chödrön, No Time To Lose

 

It’s always so different when it comes down to the real world.

 

Official Devastation

It is generally considered that people are inherently good, that given the choices, ultimately the good, humane, kind, and loving choice will always be made.

The holidays try with all their might to convince us of this, painting warm and fuzzy pictures of the way things should be… but after the year I’ve experienced and the things I’ve seen, the holidays only seem to glaringly make the true reality of things all the more apparent.

This world is a golly-gee-damn mess.

Definitely more Scrooge & Marleys than Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

If the happy happy joy joy picture of the world portrayed to us is how things should be, then how depressing to look at that, then look out the window and see how things are!

Maybe the holidays and their feel-good movies are intended to try to manipulate the emotions and activate pre-planted brainwashing within us, to inspire us to act out what we are shown… or maybe they are simply nostalgic memories of how things used to be, before the place went up in flames.

Does this mean everything is hopeless?

Has it all gone too far, beyond repair?

How does anything we do or don’t do make any difference at all?

Does “shining our light” really make any dent in the “darkness” whatsoever?

Why the hell are we exhausting all our time and energy trying to change this world from being… hell?

 

And then…

 

My wife and I receive word the day after Christmas—I mean, holiday—that one of our regular clients and friends over at Fox.and.Owl [Metaphysical Manifestations] passed away in her sleep early Christmas morning… and that she had left us a message saying that she loved us and appreciated us in her life very much…

Really?

Wow.

For real??

WE were one of someone’s final thoughts—enough so that a specific message was left for us?

We touched a life THAT much??

In a world where everyone avoids responsibility at any cost, fights for themselves at any price, and bullies, harasses, and manipulates even their own flesh and blood to get what they want, someone listened? Someone was actually moved?

By us??

 

Then…

Maybe…

Maybe it is all worth it…

Maybe I need to go on…

Maybe it is important to be here…

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My Utopia

We’d gather around

All in a room

Fasten our belts

Engage in dialogue

We’d all slow down

Rest without guilt

Not lie without fear

Disagree sans judgement

We would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and

enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and open and reach out and speak up

This is utopia

This is my utopia

This is my ideal

My end in sight

Utopia

This is my utopia

This is my nirvana

My ultimate

We’d open our arms

We’d all jump in

We’d all coast down

Into safety nets

We would share and listen and support and welcome

Be propelled by passion, not invest in outcomes

We would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference

Be gentle and make room for every emotion

This is utopia

This is my utopia

This is my ideal

My end in sight

Utopia

This is my utopia

This is my nirvana

My ultimate

We’d provide forums

We’d all speak out

We’d all be heard

We’d all feel seen

We’d rise post-obstacle, more defined, more grateful

We would heal, be humbled, and be unstoppable

We’d hold close and let go and know when to do which

We’d release and disarm and stand up and feel safe

This is utopia

This is my utopia

This is my ideal

My end in sight

Utopia

This is my utopia

This is my nirvana

My ultimate

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Utopia

Alanis Morissette

Under Rug Swept

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The Healer: A Novel – Exclusive Excerpt

WITH MY NEWEST WORK—a full-length novel entitled The Healer—writing itself out full-steam ahead, I would now like to unveil an exclusive first look for you all!

Packed with even more of the metaphysical, shamanic, and quantum-level elements you’re loving so far in my Energy Anthology series, (Still more of those to come ahead, too!) The Healer is an experience you are not going to want to miss. Currently holding a projected Spring 2014 publication date, keep yours eyes on the1978one and Starfield Press for more information and exclusive surprises to come!

And now, I present to you the exclusive debut excerpt from The Healer: A Novel

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SHE HAD NEVER FOUND anything in the world like rain. It never ceased to amaze her how each drop was so entirely and utterly different.

Although there were billions of individual drops in even the smallest shower, if one went deep enough, each drop was so unique it could not even begin to be said one drop was like another. Each had been on its own journey around the world countless times. Each drop had gathered images and impressions of all the places it had been, each person it had touched, and every other drop it had come into contact with. Each drop remembered, in an endless chain of interconnected information that now coursed through her awareness the instant it touched her naked body.

She felt it.

Even after several lifetimes, rain still managed to leave her marveling. She couldn’t help but spread her arms and throw back her head, whether she was reading the rain for business or pleasure.

It was as if little pieces of the world had been laid directly at her feet.

When one opened to such an experience, it was extremely easy to get lost inside it, even for one so accomplished and practiced. It required a total abandonment of self, a deep releasing of all but the act itself. The simultaneous blending of highness and humbleness it twisted round and round within one created a vortex that was effortlessly able to blot out all other senses or realities.

And realities were what she knew.

She had been thoroughly fascinated when scientists published the first illustrations of DNA—the deoxyribonucleic acid that is the basis of all physical life. The spiraling she had always experienced when reading the rain had been depicted perfectly in the strands of the DNA coils and helixes shown weaving intricate and marvelous patterns as distinct as each droplet of rain itself. The biographical and historical data that could be extracted from a single strand of DNA was unable to be fully comprehended by the human mind, but even that data was limited to certain family lines, and often only certain regions.

But rain—or, more specifically, water—could relate so much more information to her. If the moment was right, virtually everything everywhere could be found. There was nothing that was not connected to something.

She stood atop the largest mausoleum of GraceViewCemetery, arms spread, absorbing the raindrops. Long, black hair hung from her tilted head, dripping water down her back, a mirror of the water dripping from her pointed breasts in front, and from her fingertips to each side.

Closing her eyes, she smiled into the sky and the downpour. This had quickly become her favorite perch for reading rain. Discovering this graveyard and making it her own had made her relocation from southern Europe considerably easier, if she had ever had such a thing as a hard time with her moves. She honestly did not know how other Readers worked, but she had found long ago that having a secure space she could open completely in gave her an upper hand that had proved to be invaluable for her countless times. It was the first thing she sought each time she moved, whether the move was necessary, or if it was of her own free will. The places she chose as her own weren’t always considered so dismal by the public eye as a graveyard was, but the secluded spot she had found in the center of this massive memorial park was the model location for the privacy required to truly focus on the energies.

With her feet firmly planted just over shoulder width apart, she allowed the chill of the rain on her light brown skin to shock her into an altered state of mind.

She slowly inhaled the cool air deep into her lungs. Come to me, she willed, then released the air faster than she had brought it in. As the last bit of breath left her body on the third repetition, her mind rode the tidal wave of energy it sent out, completing her shift to the other world.

Directing her awareness fully toward the drops of water pelting her bare skin, she began to perceive the images and sensations each held inside. It first came as a momentary cacophony of noise flooding her senses, then quickly began to separate and clarify as she expertly focused on specific areas. She spiraled deeper still, searching thousands of individual raindrops for what she desired.

A young man, freshly into puberty, gloomily crosses a small stream, leaving the young woman of his heart behind as he heads for the desert and his rite of passage swam into her awareness. An overweight man slips on an icy sidewalk, sending the stack of colorfully wrapped gifts in his arms sailing in all directions as he lands in a pile of snow, unable to get back up. A shot of ecstatic energy zipped by as two forbidden lovers stole an orgasmic moment in a public swimming pool. 1967.

This time, this country, she directed. The visions shifted.

A young woman screams in frustration as she tries to change a flat tire on her vehicle by herself, freezing to death and soaked to the bone from the downpour. An old man in 1923 with nothing left to lose dances in a puddle and laughs hysterically because it reminds him of the time he and his new bride did that very thing the first night of their honeymoon in the islands.

This city… There.

The energy she had felt distantly, and had traveled to this place for, was there. Rarely had an energy been felt by her from so far, so close to the moment, in such real-time. She typically found her leads from a variety of news reports or stories spread by word of mouth, then moved as close as possible to physically investigate more easily via her gift—truly living in two worlds at once.

She always paid very close attention to all that happened around her, rain or no rain, and new breakthroughs being made in technology promised to make her efforts even easier in the future.

Now, at last, weeks of waiting for a thunderstorm were immediately forgiven as she zeroed in on the person she had felt.

She now found it was a male, currently moving in a hurry from a vehicle to a building in an awkward way, trying to avoid being thoroughly drenched. Quickly accessing his deeper levels, she discovered his line had been clear and uncrossed for twelve generations, spanning five continents. Beautiful, she thought. This was rare, indeed.

She emerged just enough to examine the physical levels closer before she lost him into the building. The information the rain drops fed to her sent a shock through her system.

How could this be?

She began to drop her arms and shift back into her own perceptions. She inhaled a deep breath to sever her connection with the rain, then froze.

Wait. What was that?

She quickly reentered the connection and searched the water drops for confirmation. Something was building, a pressure in the energy increasing. She waited, fully alert.

There!

The discharge of energy sent a shock wave that nearly knocked her from the crypt.

What is going on here?

She opened her eyes and shifted back to her own physical vision. Her eyes swept the cemetery before her while her mind raced. There was nothing in her memories or in her experiences that offered her any clue for what just happened.

There was nothing in her books on this, either.

She was sure of it.

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© 2013 Lloyd Matthew Thompson

All Rights Reserved – Unauthorized duplication prohibited

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Hear me on Conscious|Cool|Chic Radio!

I will be the special guest on today’s episode of Conscious | Cool | Chic with the lovely Molly McCord!

We will be talking about my newest book, Lightworker: A Call to Authenticity, and discussing just what it means to be a Lightworker in this day and age.

We will also talk about my Starfield Press project, and all it offers!

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From Conscious | Cool | Chic:

Do your goals for 2014 involve writing a spiritual book? Are you looking for inspiration and insights? And are you ready to take the next step and submit your work to a trusted source?

Lloyd Matthew Thompson, Publisher, Author, and Healer, is back to share more about his writing projects and what he looks for in submissions to his company, Starfield Press.

Lloyd’s books include Lightworker: A Call to Authenticity ; The Galaxy Healer’s Guide ; a collection of fiction books about each chakra, and more in the works!

Starfield Press specializes in intuitive publishing focused on spiritual, metaphysical, and evolutionary material.More here!

Molly McCord is a Consciousness Catalyst whose Spiritual Awakening began in 2002. She shares her gifts as a writer, author, intuitive, astrologer, messenger, and teacher in this weekly show. Discover more on her popular spirituality website, Conscious Cool Chic.com

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Lightworker Sale and Excerpt!

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT FROM LIGHTWORKER:

As a Lightworker, your ability to pick up on energies will typically heighten dramatically over time—not from any special super-powers you receive, but as a result of the work you do on yourself, first and foremost. Your starting point in everything is always you, and as you clear yourself out, purging anything discovered to be inauthentic, outdated, or harmful one by one, the clarity and space you create makes room to allow the energies of everything else into your awareness.

At times, feeling so much excess energy on top of your own energy and emotions can become quite overwhelming. The urge to run away or close down can get to be so strong that many stop trying to cope with it, or quit trying to find their balance. Some give up and sequester themselves away in a monastery to meditate all day, every day. Some find and hook into an intentional living community “off the grid,” to attempt to avoid contact with the world. Others fly to some exotic country that has been placed on a pedestal as a spiritual paradise, such as India or Bhutan, to escape the “troubles” they have in their daily lives.

And what do all these eventually discover?

All the “noise,” all the “interference,” is in those places, just the same.

The source of your world is you, and wherever you go, there you are. You cannot run from your difficulties, and in claiming the title of Lightworker for yourself, you have accepted the responsibility to be authentic and committed, no matter what. You, above any other, must demonstrate the example of facing the difficulty, doing the work, clearing the way.

You do not have to travel to a faraway land in order to clear, balance, heal, or enlighten—whatever you feel you need most in this moment is with you right here, right now. In most cases, even where you need to be is right here, right now.

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Up with the Birds

The birds they sang,

At break of day:

“Start again,” I hear them say.

It’s so hard to just walk away…

The birds they sang,

All a choir:

“Start again, a little higher…”

It’s a spark in a sea of grey.

The sky is blue—

Dream that lie, ’til it’s true…

Then taking back the punch I threw,

My arms turn wings—

Oh, those clumsy things

Send me up to that wonderful world…

And then I’m up with the birds…

Might have to go, where they don’t know my name,

Float all over the world just to see again…

But I won’t show, or feel any pain,

Even though all my armor might rust in the rain…

A simple plot,

But I know one day

Good things are coming our way…

A simple plot,

But I know one day

Good things are coming our way…

 

[Coldplay]

 

by Alicia Caudle

 

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Go (h)OM(e)—You’re Drunk

There is an intoxication which lasts far longer than any liquor known to man, a drink that can grow stronger the longer it stays in one’s system.

I’ve seen it last for decades.

Just as alcohol slurs the mind, decisions, and intellect, so does this poison—a million times over.

Its label?

Hatred.

Anger.

Resentment.

It eats away at the liver of one’s patience,

It expands the pores of your suffering,

And if drinking and driving don’t mix, then driving and simmering surely do not the same.

Sit down and be quiet.

You are drunk,

and this is the edge of the cliff.

[Rumi]

Drowning in anger can make one hurl oneself off the edge of the cliff without a second thought. It engages one’s human programming, and begins to try to accomplish things from the “logical” physical mind, forgetting that the metaphysical actually works opposite to the way things seem they should on paper…

Don’t chase—let it come.

Don’t grip to control—let it flow.

Don’t change with force—let it merge with you as One.

 

Love, not lash.

 

Enlightening is extremely hard.

There are no magickal switches to flip, no overnight delivery buttons to push.

It takes work.

Effort.

But once it has been tasted… glimpsed… kissed…

One cannot go back.

There is no other choice but forward.

You can’t go back into The Matrix.

The path of awakening is not about positive emotions. On the contrary, enlightenment may not be easy or positive at all—It is not easy to have our illusions crushed.

[Adyashanti]

How then is one expected to cope?

By going Home.

By returning to the Root.

By rewinding to the Seed.

By starting over.

 

And that’s okay.

 

There will never be peace outside.

The only peace there will ever be is inside.

OM.

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The Rubber Always Meets the Road… Somehow

All my life,

no matter what I’ve gone through,

no matter how down I’ve sunk,

somehow,

some way,

I always bounce back,

like rubber,

change,

in just a couple days’ worth of time.

 

In all things, change.

The only constant is Change.

 

Odd thing is,

even when I want to be

angry

upset

depressed

sad

numb—

I can’t.

For thirty-five years, I’ve seen

over and over

It’s just not in me.

 

Fascinating.

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To Be Dead

To be dead would make everything seem so silly, wouldn’t it?

Ridiculous.

Time-wasting.

Pointless.

To be dead would be to know no cares, wouldn’t it?

Suddenly nothing would matter—

Didn’t pay my bill? Oh well.

Didn’t report to work? So sorry.

Didn’t always do the right and responsible thing even though it never pays a millionth of a penny in the end? My bad.

None of this amounts to anything.

To be dead would be to be free.

I’ve done it before,

Countless times.

And one day, I’ll do it again.

Then what?

Come right on back down?

Only if it’s my shaman hermit cave again, where people leave me alone,

or at least have respect.

 

Guess I am mostly human after all.

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