Greetings on this last day of March!
Everything, literally everything in March, moved, somehow, somewhere. I am taking a deep breath to absorb it all and move with as much grace as I can muster. I find myself turning in so many directions to insure I am supportive, prayerfully present, for those who might need attention. And always aware, always standing in consideration of personal needs as well, breathing.
One change has been gathering momentum over some time as I reflect on it now, but when one of my most respected guides comes to tell me, "Now is the time," well, I listen. Archangel Michael came on Thursday as I was driving - a favorite meditation time for me. He said, "It is time to change your name."
I've known for some time that my identity is linked to the Elohim, and that the name, PhylEl, is my "God name." Now my God name has become Phyl-El, and I know it has to do with my soul's origins with one of the original 12 tribes, the tribe of Israel. I've long had a fascination with the Hebrew faith, and although I've not in this life had an inclination to become a practicing Jew, still the connections arise and I hold them dear. They help to explain who I am.
We all have these connections with our collective, soul history. We are all influenced by that cellular memory. Our lovely friend, Barbara, when she visited Africa, found herself meeting a very old man whose eyes, she said, were so wise and so familiar. He said he knew her, and as she wept with wonder and joy, she knew she'd found a link to her soul's origins.
So many stories have been shared with me over the years, some very intimate that would not be appropriate to share here, but the evidence is irrefutable: we in these bodies are not original to this Earth life. And these collective Earth lives are not even the original lives our souls have known.
So here I am, Phyl-El and yet still Phyllis. I do not expect my friends and family to begin calling me by this name. I will use it related to the counseling work that I do. I may be inspired one day to go to court and make it legal. I will not be surprised if I do that. For now it is enough that I accept the whole of who I am - at least at this point in life - and say it aloud and write it down here as a testament to the mantle I accept as mine.
A mantle is a physical image and symbol of what I believe to be a covenant we accept for this life; the revelation of our soul purpose, which is largely unknown to many of us, especially in the early years. As it is revealed, we understand what has driven us, what has inspired us more than any other thing. It's usually multi-faceted, and when we come upon a facet of it, as I did when I "opened to channel," we know it without any question.
The death of a dear friend this month is one of my changes. I'm still adjusting to thinking of this life without such a soul-connected friend. Breathing takes me from grief to acceptance. I've been breathing a lot. I realize that when we lose someone or something we create a void into which something new can birth. Perhaps losing my friend has made way for me to accept my name.
Names are inherently, vibrationally who we are. Changing my name seems cavalier, maybe even a quirky whim. I realize that in the past I could not have spoken so clearly about changing what is essential to my identity. Identities change. We change. Things outside of ourselves seem to change without our permission. Our personal will seems secondary to the external changes we encounter.
This is not true. We have a Plan. Our Plan is known as we are born, before we are born. All things are known, inclusive. Inherent in that Plan is our name and the history of all our names. Inherent is the design by which we will express our free will to shape the life through which we Become. As we become we may recall the name that fits the mantle through which we fulfill our life Plan. The mathematics of that name are aligned with the mathematics that hold this planet in its orbit and the grid(s) that maintain Earth's integrity.
Our names are chosen by our parents intuitively. Finding a new name does not contradict that intuition. "Phyllis" has served me for all my 70 years, reflecting the pattern I needed. Phyl-El serves me now.
Until next time,
I am Phyl-El
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
"A" is for Spring
Greetings on this Equinox Eve!
Moving into Spring, I see a Cosmic-sized wall switch, causing me to ask, to what are we switching, or what is being activated?
It's not so much a dramatic turn or sudden shift, of course. Our evolution is not designed that way. Thankfully, we move from one station to another with more ease, taking our "time" to shift so that we are not too startled, not so disturbed by change that we lose our place in the design - most of the time.
Of course, the other ironical aspect of us is that once we sense change, we want to hurry it along. We so want to press forward, and we look for signs, indicators to give us an advantage in achieving the change we think we want most. Yes, we are simply so human.
As I asked for counsel about the "switch," I knew that, for me, this stage is fitting into the skin of desired, most inspired self, as if the skin is hanging loosely around me and I am learning to fill it up.
"Adaptation," is the word I hear related to this stage. For me that means breathing deeply and feeling the breath fill that human suit with my expanded aspect; filling each cell, each molecule with expanded Consciousness. As we are filled with more of that Cosmic Wisdom, as we are changed by that Wisdom, any movement toward our human goals grows closer.
That Wisdom holds All. Everything is known. My Plan is complete and waiting for my permission to come into being, to inform me. Nothing is out of place, misunderstood or flawed.
"Acceptance," is the other word key to this movement. To breathe and Become with ease means accepting myself exactly as I am. Not, as I am, except for... anything. Exactly as I am. Today, now, in this perfect moment.
Breath is essential to so many human operations. It is key to accepting self, backing off the mental/emotional carousel, surrendering any ideas of what that new self ought to look like, what we imagine life has to be to make us feel secure.
So, in this time of Spring celebrations, I join with all of you in acceptance to adapt exactly as Wisdom guides me, in this lovely, perfect Cosmic moment - in this breath.
Riding the tide of breath with all of you,
I am Phyllis, Becoming
Moving into Spring, I see a Cosmic-sized wall switch, causing me to ask, to what are we switching, or what is being activated?
It's not so much a dramatic turn or sudden shift, of course. Our evolution is not designed that way. Thankfully, we move from one station to another with more ease, taking our "time" to shift so that we are not too startled, not so disturbed by change that we lose our place in the design - most of the time.
Of course, the other ironical aspect of us is that once we sense change, we want to hurry it along. We so want to press forward, and we look for signs, indicators to give us an advantage in achieving the change we think we want most. Yes, we are simply so human.
As I asked for counsel about the "switch," I knew that, for me, this stage is fitting into the skin of desired, most inspired self, as if the skin is hanging loosely around me and I am learning to fill it up.
"Adaptation," is the word I hear related to this stage. For me that means breathing deeply and feeling the breath fill that human suit with my expanded aspect; filling each cell, each molecule with expanded Consciousness. As we are filled with more of that Cosmic Wisdom, as we are changed by that Wisdom, any movement toward our human goals grows closer.
That Wisdom holds All. Everything is known. My Plan is complete and waiting for my permission to come into being, to inform me. Nothing is out of place, misunderstood or flawed.
"Acceptance," is the other word key to this movement. To breathe and Become with ease means accepting myself exactly as I am. Not, as I am, except for... anything. Exactly as I am. Today, now, in this perfect moment.
Breath is essential to so many human operations. It is key to accepting self, backing off the mental/emotional carousel, surrendering any ideas of what that new self ought to look like, what we imagine life has to be to make us feel secure.
So, in this time of Spring celebrations, I join with all of you in acceptance to adapt exactly as Wisdom guides me, in this lovely, perfect Cosmic moment - in this breath.
Riding the tide of breath with all of you,
I am Phyllis, Becoming
Friday, March 16, 2012
From One Breath to the Next
Hello Again!
At any given time, from this moment to the next, we are unable to account for the amount of energy it is taking for us just to maintain.
I had a reasonable amount of uninterrupted sleep last night, got up, did my laundry, posted to this blog and at 11:00 knew I needed one of my meditation naps. I slept hard until 1:00. My usual meditation nap is 20-30 minutes. My dreams were insightful and thought-provoking. I was grateful to wake in time for my 1:30 appointment and have been reflecting on my day. Both that lovely person and my client at 4:00 are particularly courageous people; willing to ask the questions, staying with the program while the responses challenge them.
Are we now sleeping in advance of the work we have yet to tackle? I think so. In fact, the response is this:
"You will find, in the perfect rhythm of your new lives, that resting periods will come as you need them, before you are challenged by your exertions, as well as following the experience. In other words, time means less and less as you move forward in this new cycle of your Earth lives. Allowing yourselves to follow your inner compass, you will rest and rise, eat and fast, work and relax all according to that inner Wisdom. It works for you. You do not work at achieving it. And so it is."
And that is enough for my System for this fine day when here in Minneapolis on March 16, 2012, the temps reached 80 degrees.
Oh, my. No complaints here.
Until next time,
I am Phyllis, Becoming
Life Renewed
Good Morning!
On this fine, warm March morning in Minnesota - 50 degrees at 6 a.m.! - I'm reviewing the past few weeks with wonder and gratitude.
My daughter's "closest family member," her dog, 'Tana, passed quite suddenly, leaving Paige devastated. While I wondered at her sanity a couple of years ago when she adopted two feral cats, I am now so grateful that she can enjoy their sweet and mischievous friendship. While they can't fill the void 'Tana leaves, they are a comfort.
Montana was a squirrely and awesome dog. We didn't see one another often, but she talked to me on the phone, sang me happy birthday and happily accepted the surrogate ear scrubs I sent her way. I love her, too, and miss her, but she's not far away. She has visited twice to let me know that we remain connected. She is with Paige, reminding her that love is infinite, that life continues, not only in some nebulous far-off dimension, but close and real and breathing in a renewed state of being.
The same message has come often from folks who find their departed dog sleeping next to them, breathing, the pressure of their body reminding their humans that love is forever, the life force vibrant and exceeding our perceived separation.
Our animals are perfect partners in this amazing mosaic. Whether a dog or cat or some other furry or feathered friend, they take the journey with us, mirroring our own identity and teaching us love.
Leaving, they also leave the door open for us to discover ourselves in some new dimension of our personal creation. So often, following the death of a dear friend, we realize that options beckon, that a new self emerges from the emptiness.
The cycles of life inform us. The emergent new form may inspire us when we can breathe and allow its wisdom to fill the void. We are entitled to the time we need to grieve - and to the gifts we inherit. It was always the Plan.
Breathing into the new,
I am Phyllis, Becoming
On this fine, warm March morning in Minnesota - 50 degrees at 6 a.m.! - I'm reviewing the past few weeks with wonder and gratitude.
My daughter's "closest family member," her dog, 'Tana, passed quite suddenly, leaving Paige devastated. While I wondered at her sanity a couple of years ago when she adopted two feral cats, I am now so grateful that she can enjoy their sweet and mischievous friendship. While they can't fill the void 'Tana leaves, they are a comfort.
Montana was a squirrely and awesome dog. We didn't see one another often, but she talked to me on the phone, sang me happy birthday and happily accepted the surrogate ear scrubs I sent her way. I love her, too, and miss her, but she's not far away. She has visited twice to let me know that we remain connected. She is with Paige, reminding her that love is infinite, that life continues, not only in some nebulous far-off dimension, but close and real and breathing in a renewed state of being.
The same message has come often from folks who find their departed dog sleeping next to them, breathing, the pressure of their body reminding their humans that love is forever, the life force vibrant and exceeding our perceived separation.
Our animals are perfect partners in this amazing mosaic. Whether a dog or cat or some other furry or feathered friend, they take the journey with us, mirroring our own identity and teaching us love.
Leaving, they also leave the door open for us to discover ourselves in some new dimension of our personal creation. So often, following the death of a dear friend, we realize that options beckon, that a new self emerges from the emptiness.
The cycles of life inform us. The emergent new form may inspire us when we can breathe and allow its wisdom to fill the void. We are entitled to the time we need to grieve - and to the gifts we inherit. It was always the Plan.
Breathing into the new,
I am Phyllis, Becoming
Friday, March 9, 2012
AWAKE!
Greetings!
Are you watching Awake on NBC Thursday nights? Oh, my, what a quality television experience and a mind-bender, without being a mental quagmire.
It's got me pondering our realities, so yesterday I asked whether things like the stars/zodiac override our free will, or to what degree they are accurate.
The response was, "Insofar as you live within the karmic pattern, they do, and it is always your choice." I felt myself traveling out into Creation to feel myself outside the karmic pattern. I love it out there.
We know from earlier guidance that karma has expired. Born into it, we are still living through the pattern, but it is no longer our evolutionary theme. Each future generation will live progressively less under the influence of karma. Remember, karma is not bad, it is simply cumulative cause and effect. Examples are horoscopes, tarot and psychic predictions, which are all part of the karmic pattern.
I hold in great esteem those who provide us information that guides us. As long as we use the guidance as a part of our free will, not a replacement for it, it can enhance our lives. Increasingly trusting ourselves in any moment is our goal.
All of this means we need to breathe into our choices, sorting out what our Wisdom indicates and whether we are surrendering our free will for a temporary feel-good fix; a bandaid that will inevitably fall off, leaving us wondering why we've returned to the starting line.
I realize that none of this may be news to you. At the same time, we are evolving and sensing our lives differently, so it was time for me to review, and maybe for you, too.
Breathing into new realities,
I am Phyllis/Phyl-El
Are you watching Awake on NBC Thursday nights? Oh, my, what a quality television experience and a mind-bender, without being a mental quagmire.
It's got me pondering our realities, so yesterday I asked whether things like the stars/zodiac override our free will, or to what degree they are accurate.
The response was, "Insofar as you live within the karmic pattern, they do, and it is always your choice." I felt myself traveling out into Creation to feel myself outside the karmic pattern. I love it out there.
We know from earlier guidance that karma has expired. Born into it, we are still living through the pattern, but it is no longer our evolutionary theme. Each future generation will live progressively less under the influence of karma. Remember, karma is not bad, it is simply cumulative cause and effect. Examples are horoscopes, tarot and psychic predictions, which are all part of the karmic pattern.
I hold in great esteem those who provide us information that guides us. As long as we use the guidance as a part of our free will, not a replacement for it, it can enhance our lives. Increasingly trusting ourselves in any moment is our goal.
All of this means we need to breathe into our choices, sorting out what our Wisdom indicates and whether we are surrendering our free will for a temporary feel-good fix; a bandaid that will inevitably fall off, leaving us wondering why we've returned to the starting line.
I realize that none of this may be news to you. At the same time, we are evolving and sensing our lives differently, so it was time for me to review, and maybe for you, too.
Breathing into new realities,
I am Phyllis/Phyl-El
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Goals, not Structures
Hello, again!
Still locating myself here at home after a wonderful Sunday with my church family in Duluth. Yesterday I heard, "Goals, not structures," and it set me to feeling into, again, the way I have been learning to live my life recently.
I've written here about this before, so I won't go into all the layers, but it must be worth more attention or I would not have heard it so clearly.
I'll use my weight loss history as an example because it comes up so clearly as an experience that fits this: Since I was 11 and feeling too "big," I've obsessed about my weight. And whenever I've set about losing weight, I've set a mental goal and then programmed myself, structured my patterns, to insure I lost the pounds as quickly as possible. It made sense then. But not now.
I learned more about healthy weight loss during the time I lectured Weight Watchers classes for 7 years, but still I structured my eating habits and exercise to fit a schedule that would bring me as quickly to my goal as I could manage. Every weight loss program I have ever known is based on these structures. They do not teach us to trust ourselves first.
Since beginning my new program of exercise and weight loss in October, I realize that the patterns of living my life intuitively can work for this as well. Letting go of the old structures, though, is certainly a learning curve I've never traveled before.
My goal this time around, at age 70, is to become a strong old woman. I do not feel old now, but given my genes I probably can expect a long life if I become strong and healthier.
Setting this goal, I find myself growing stronger intuitively as well. I honor what my Internal Physician tells me to do about my heart, not taking medications but instead trusting my Wisdom to inform me what serves me better. Hand in hand with that, I find my I.P. telling me what and when to eat as well; when to work out and for how long. Listening, I am surrendering to that wise inner voice that knows exactly what rhythm works best for me.
It means, sometimes, breaking old rules and breathing to allow myself that freedom. Is my System asking for a nap? No rules. Hungry? Breathing, an action is a response, not a reaction. Most often I observe myself, curious about this process, and celebrating that whatever the rhythm, I will meet my goals. Breathing, I will achieve strength and fitness.
These principles can work, whatever goals you set for yourself and bring you the ease I am beginning to really enjoy these days. Our Wisdom will always carry us along as we allow it. We have not been taught to trust that Wisdom, but it is infallible. Yes, it is. It is up to each of us to practice the surrender to enjoy it.
Breathing & Knowing with you,
I am Phyllis/PhylEl
Still locating myself here at home after a wonderful Sunday with my church family in Duluth. Yesterday I heard, "Goals, not structures," and it set me to feeling into, again, the way I have been learning to live my life recently.
I've written here about this before, so I won't go into all the layers, but it must be worth more attention or I would not have heard it so clearly.
I'll use my weight loss history as an example because it comes up so clearly as an experience that fits this: Since I was 11 and feeling too "big," I've obsessed about my weight. And whenever I've set about losing weight, I've set a mental goal and then programmed myself, structured my patterns, to insure I lost the pounds as quickly as possible. It made sense then. But not now.
I learned more about healthy weight loss during the time I lectured Weight Watchers classes for 7 years, but still I structured my eating habits and exercise to fit a schedule that would bring me as quickly to my goal as I could manage. Every weight loss program I have ever known is based on these structures. They do not teach us to trust ourselves first.
Since beginning my new program of exercise and weight loss in October, I realize that the patterns of living my life intuitively can work for this as well. Letting go of the old structures, though, is certainly a learning curve I've never traveled before.
My goal this time around, at age 70, is to become a strong old woman. I do not feel old now, but given my genes I probably can expect a long life if I become strong and healthier.
Setting this goal, I find myself growing stronger intuitively as well. I honor what my Internal Physician tells me to do about my heart, not taking medications but instead trusting my Wisdom to inform me what serves me better. Hand in hand with that, I find my I.P. telling me what and when to eat as well; when to work out and for how long. Listening, I am surrendering to that wise inner voice that knows exactly what rhythm works best for me.
It means, sometimes, breaking old rules and breathing to allow myself that freedom. Is my System asking for a nap? No rules. Hungry? Breathing, an action is a response, not a reaction. Most often I observe myself, curious about this process, and celebrating that whatever the rhythm, I will meet my goals. Breathing, I will achieve strength and fitness.
These principles can work, whatever goals you set for yourself and bring you the ease I am beginning to really enjoy these days. Our Wisdom will always carry us along as we allow it. We have not been taught to trust that Wisdom, but it is infallible. Yes, it is. It is up to each of us to practice the surrender to enjoy it.
Breathing & Knowing with you,
I am Phyllis/PhylEl
Friday, March 2, 2012
Hi, There! God Here.
Good Day!
What lovely responses some of you have offered after my last post here. I am so excited that as we share ideas about anything, we expand Consciousness and fulfill our purpose for being here.
Speaking of God....
In the first few months after the channeling started in 1983 so much unfolded that it's a wonder we didn't explode or lose our minds. Goes to show just how much we can manage when inspired. When we're so hungry for Spirit it's much like gorging on a food your system needs most. It's delicious, and we can't seem to get enough.
One night in late 1983, walking through the hallway of my home in Bemidji, MN, I found myself standing there, suddenly there, disoriented, following a trip I didn't know anyone could take. I had shot out of my body and into the center of what I now call The All That Is, or the Mind of God. I had a memory of the absence of ANY thing. I said later, that to call it perfection demeaned it, minimized it. Nothing I could say describes it, even now. Coming back from it, I was changed. I was euphoric, remembering the Source from which we all come.
You've heard the term, "baby Christian," well I was a baby psychic/parapsychologist. I knew nothing, and I suppose that knowing nothing, expecting nothing, is the very best place to be to have the most profound experiences. These days I am able to surrender to that level of NoThing, but in those days I was so unschooled that speaking with Masters, traveling out of body, moving between dimensions was all so thrilling, yet accepted in naivete what I thought was expected of me.
The trip had just begun, I know now, and I needed the internal shift, the knowing, to support me throughout. We all need to know within that what is contained in our journey is worth the risks, the sacrifices - and that the joy, the reward will inevitably come.
We need to know that the purpose is more than we can know. Literally, more than we can know, yet supported by an internal magnetic compass. And we don't have to wonder if we have it. Being on the path of discovery is all the evidence we need. Indeed, being there, we have the compass. The journey cannot begin without it.
I am recalling that trip as now I strike up a conversation with God that was always there waiting for me, just as my out-of-body event was always there, waiting until I was ready. I am comforted and thrilled, challenged and engaged. I am grateful.
From the sublime to the mundane. Yes, the laundry is calling. Bless my laundry room, right across the hall. God's blessings are incalculable. They await us, in our perfectly devised Plan, until we are ready to accept them. In the simplicity of faith, recalling The All That Is, with gratitude, we soar!
Breathing with you,
I am Phyllis, still Becoming
What lovely responses some of you have offered after my last post here. I am so excited that as we share ideas about anything, we expand Consciousness and fulfill our purpose for being here.
Speaking of God....
In the first few months after the channeling started in 1983 so much unfolded that it's a wonder we didn't explode or lose our minds. Goes to show just how much we can manage when inspired. When we're so hungry for Spirit it's much like gorging on a food your system needs most. It's delicious, and we can't seem to get enough.
One night in late 1983, walking through the hallway of my home in Bemidji, MN, I found myself standing there, suddenly there, disoriented, following a trip I didn't know anyone could take. I had shot out of my body and into the center of what I now call The All That Is, or the Mind of God. I had a memory of the absence of ANY thing. I said later, that to call it perfection demeaned it, minimized it. Nothing I could say describes it, even now. Coming back from it, I was changed. I was euphoric, remembering the Source from which we all come.
You've heard the term, "baby Christian," well I was a baby psychic/parapsychologist. I knew nothing, and I suppose that knowing nothing, expecting nothing, is the very best place to be to have the most profound experiences. These days I am able to surrender to that level of NoThing, but in those days I was so unschooled that speaking with Masters, traveling out of body, moving between dimensions was all so thrilling, yet accepted in naivete what I thought was expected of me.
The trip had just begun, I know now, and I needed the internal shift, the knowing, to support me throughout. We all need to know within that what is contained in our journey is worth the risks, the sacrifices - and that the joy, the reward will inevitably come.
We need to know that the purpose is more than we can know. Literally, more than we can know, yet supported by an internal magnetic compass. And we don't have to wonder if we have it. Being on the path of discovery is all the evidence we need. Indeed, being there, we have the compass. The journey cannot begin without it.
I am recalling that trip as now I strike up a conversation with God that was always there waiting for me, just as my out-of-body event was always there, waiting until I was ready. I am comforted and thrilled, challenged and engaged. I am grateful.
From the sublime to the mundane. Yes, the laundry is calling. Bless my laundry room, right across the hall. God's blessings are incalculable. They await us, in our perfectly devised Plan, until we are ready to accept them. In the simplicity of faith, recalling The All That Is, with gratitude, we soar!
Breathing with you,
I am Phyllis, still Becoming
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