This Human Suit

Hi!

Today has been a day of laundry and baking.  A good day, and a day for appreciation, of my eyes, of my family and friends, of the place I live, of the trees outside my window, of the sky and the moon so bright in the early morning hours, of insights. A good day.

The changes in this life over the past two months are too many to enumerate, and no matter how profound this integration of a new aspect of Self, I'm still in this human suit, with bread to bake and clothes to wash and a 73-year-old body to wash and lotion - and to take to my chiropractor tomorrow.

As a teen I wrote a short poem: "I'm not the me that you all see; it's the me I feel that's really me."  For a teen, that felt like the truth, and now I know that both - what others see and how I feel - are two important parts that exist in the duality of human.

I live alone and I'm never lonely.  It sure helps to get to be this age and to enjoy time alone with self - as if I were ever really alone.

All those who walk with me are so close and so available to help with any question, no matter how mundane.  As Wisdom once said: "Whatever is important to you, whether a hang nail or world peace; if it's important to you, it's important to us."

It matters a lot how we feel about ourselves.  I wouldn't change being 73, having been married, having children, getting my bachelor's degree, loving, living and becoming the person I am in this human suit, however imperfect it often feels.  


Our systems listen to what we say and think about ourselves and follow our lead.  They must. We are each in charge of our own system.  So whether I am happy with myself every moment is not as important as how I address myself.  This human suit follows what I tell it.   If I am to be comfortable with this person that I am,  then I realize that I have to become friendly with some of my messages to self that come from early programming.  

A part of this current integration is a sharper realization of those old messages, promising myself to speak to me with more love and acceptance; to stop in mid-thought and be a better friend to myself in the references and descriptors I choose.  And not to resist the messages.  To do so increases the pressure of the message.  What we resist persists - and grows stronger.  The System is simply providing a message/symptom to alert us to what needs attention.

I am saying, "YES!" more often, supporting myself in the affirmative.  To do otherwise is egocentric.

Grateful for this day,
I AM still Phyllis

Integration: A Journey

Good Morning!

Although I've written about this previously, now moving through a new integration I'm moved to discuss it again.

Integrating an additional aspect of soul is a cyclical reality for all of us.  Some of these are what I call minor shifts and, periodically, a primary shift or integration causes a number of symptoms that seem to be out of our control, affecting nearly every aspect of life.

The soul is an entity of such magnitude that we are unable to comprehend it.  It contains all the personalities that will enable it to fulfill its purpose.  All present, past and future personalities are contained in it and emanate from it, and that includes all aspects or facets of each personality.  We have some trouble relating to non-linear experiences, but to understand the soul, we do need to stretch a bit to relate to it.

I am told that there are a finite number of souls; that in the beginning just 144,000 were created, and from those are generated all the lives ever lived.  Daunting to say the least.

We've grown up to believe that we contain our souls.  What I offer here is that we come from our soul and contain a facet of it, which means we also contain memory of all that which our soul contains.

When we go through a soul shift or integration, we take on another dimension of the personality our soul originally generated.  In a primary shift our mental, emotional, physical and etheric bodies change.  Auras change color.  One quirky result is that people we know well look at us quizzically and ask if we've changed something.  

On the other side of a shift, which can take months to integrate, we experience more focus  and intention, increased personal power, and a greater sense of well being.  It may feel like we are looking at our lives through a different, sharper lens.  We often, unconsciously, pair a soul shift with an event such as a retirement, the loss of a loved one, the birth of a child, or an injury.  If we did not, we might feel we were losing our touch with reality.

Relationships can change along with internal changes.  This part may be the most difficult to accept, but that new lens sharpens our perspective about the people with whom we share our lives.  Some change, especially that which affects others, makes us uneasy and we question ourselves.  Finally, what we can do is breathe deeply, seek inspiration and accept what comes about naturally.  And we can take extra care: more sleep, plenty of water, eating foods that ground us like root vegetables.  All of this supports the system while it moves through dramatic changes.

For me, this current shift has me seeing things altogether differently.  From one day to the next, it seems, I hardly know who I am.  I am so grateful for my loving family and friends.  Reaching out to them helps so much to anchor myself in a familiar reality.  And I am grateful for my clients who help so much to steady my days.

There's hardly a part of my life that looks and feels the same.  What physical things I use, what I eat and drink, how I connect with people, all of it and more has changed.  This integration is a profound journey, both exciting and challenging.  When in the throes of a primary shift in 1987, Wisdom told me to think of it as a new incarnation, same body, same soul; a new dimension I was drawing from that soul.  Since then I've learned that this is not unusual.  You may find, on reflection, that you've accomplished more than one yourself.  Thankfully, we share the journey.

Still Becoming,
I AM still Phyllis :)

To Touch or Not To Thrive

Good Monday Morning!

I love National Geographic.  I have learned so much about our world and its people and I'm happy to pass my issues on to my grandchildren.  

Now I have an issue with this issue, "The War on Science."  Lots of great information about our human denial regarding many scientific findings and events, for example the moon landing.
Also included is a short article on promoting "fist bumps" instead of handshakes.  Now I must protest.

Human beings need touch.  When deprived of touch infants fail to thrive, and we do not outgrow our hunger for touch.  When I visit a senior member of our family, she makes it a point to ask me for a hug while standing.  It's a long and satisfying full-body hug.  We are both better for it.

We were not a family who spontaneously and purposefully hugged.  Our mother's parents were not huggers, so the pattern was not there to pass on.  At some point in her personal growth, my sister Judith began hugging us.  We found we all liked it and it has become a warm and welcome addition to our relationships.

The premise for substituting fist bumps for handshakes comes from the concern about transferring germs from hand to hand.  And with all the viruses running rampant in our world, I get it, but how far are we willing to go in the name of safety?  

We exchange energy through our hands.  My chiropractor is an excellent example of therapeutic energy exchange, as are all the hands-on therapists we invite to touch us.  I once had a massage therapist whose touch was at first excellent, then became intolerable as she (I later learned) became addicted to drugs.  We do not shake hands simply to be polite.  We learn about people by touching them and receiving their touch, and the handshake is the acceptable ritual to achieve that touch.

What's next, that we stop touching one another all together?  Are hugs next?  NO.  At least not for me. As a civilization we must insist on touching one another to survive and live in harmony.
I believe that should we cease touching one another for fear of infection, we will find ourselves infected by conditions more virulent than any virus: paranoia, rage, depression, and other emotional illnesses brought on by deprivation through isolation.

Breathing into health through touch,
Phyllis

P.S.  I've written a letter to the editor of National Geographic, so I've had a full rant today :)  Breathing....