Hello, Everyone,
Happy April 11! Yes, I know it means nothing to most folks, but for me it is a quarter point in my personal calendar and an anniversary for several significant events over the years. So, I am reflective today and prompted to post here what came in yesterday. First I want to thank an old friend for interpreting my name. She says, according to the Greek, Phyl means 'love of,' which I did not know and El is a name for God, which I did know. So thank you, Barbara for sharing the meaning of my 'new' name.
Following a meditation nap yesterday, I asked what was most important and heard, "The Golden Spiral." Looking it up on Wikipedia, well it's best if you're interested that you read it there for yourself. When I asked its significance for me/us, I was told it holds a mathematically perfect memory of all informational files ever recorded. And, that these files, holding all of Earth's memory, are key to holding it in place and on track for its cosmic purpose.
Even as I write this, getting clarification as I type, I realize again that our language is a limitation when trying to describe any energetic. I do know that with intention to serve the planet, we are engaged with The Golden Spiral. All of its algorithmic construct is within us, of course, and we are at the center of its movement, better served by it when we know of it, as we now do, and as we affirm our intention toward it.
Taking a deep breath, affirming my intention toward being as authentic as humanly possible, I feel myself more anchored and more open to Wisdom. My feeling is this will lead to more and I will be happy to report as it comes in.
With gratitude,
I am Phyl-El
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
The Light
Happy Easter Weekend, Passover and Full Moon!
The sky this morning is a panoramic reflection of all our Easter colors; the purples, yellows, pinks, and that color that defies the dictionary. I marvel that I was drenched in these same colors this week as I, twice, visited Macy's and Bachman's annual flower show in downtown Minneapolis.
As I stopped in my tracks at the inexplicably iridescent orchid at the end of the path, I said, "This must be the color of God." A clerk I spoke with later said he asked one of the show designers if it had been colorized because it looked like Thomas Kinkade had painted it with light inside. Inside the purples, but with indigo, oh and magenta, all at once, radiating light. Everyone stopped, mesmerized by these blooms.
When we hear about the drama in this old world of ours, when we wonder at humanity's decline, we are better served by a deep breath that absorbs the vibration of such colors, whether in the flowers or in the sky. And what better time than this week of sacred celebrations to celebrate God's infinite capacity to create whatever it is that we need.
The color of our world is the color of us. We are iridescent, we are vibrant, we radiate the light of God from within us. The words we speak, the breath we share, the light of the smile in our eyes all return the gifts we receive.
Namaste
The color of our world is the color of us. We are iridescent, we are vibrant, we radiate the light of God from within us. The words we speak, the breath we share, the light of the smile in our eyes all return the gifts we receive.
Namaste
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Today's Intention
Hello, again!
Today is a day to clarify my intention, at this time, in this new energy, with this identity emerging and this is it:
To cease counting, anything, now to live in the Divine Equation.
Today is a day to clarify my intention, at this time, in this new energy, with this identity emerging and this is it:
To cease counting, anything, now to live in the Divine Equation.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Miracles
Greetings, Everyone!
Wisdom says today, "Make room for miracles!"
Now, today is not the day I would say, personally, that looks as if it were designed for miracles, but when my System speaks I listen. And isn't it true that when we are least expecting them, miracles come crowding in to affirm once again that inspired events do not follow logic.
Circumstances would say that this is one of my toughest days. But when I went to my sliding glass door to thank God for this day, this Wednesday, this day of challenges, the eastern sky was so awesome I caught my breath in wonder. You know those skies. Breathing deeply I shuddered in the new vibration that washed through me. First miracle.
We're blessed here in Minneapolis that Macy's has followed in the Dayton's tradition and produces the flower show on 8th floor that will fill me with awe again this afternoon. I love taking the bus downtown and walking through the store that has such rich memories for me, riding the elevator to the fragrances of spring. Another miracle.
I am making room for miracles. I do not know all that my perfect Plan contains today, but the first thing we all need to do is to expect. Expect miracles. Make way for them before they appear.
Breathing into the Miracle,
I am Phyl-El
Wisdom says today, "Make room for miracles!"
Now, today is not the day I would say, personally, that looks as if it were designed for miracles, but when my System speaks I listen. And isn't it true that when we are least expecting them, miracles come crowding in to affirm once again that inspired events do not follow logic.
Circumstances would say that this is one of my toughest days. But when I went to my sliding glass door to thank God for this day, this Wednesday, this day of challenges, the eastern sky was so awesome I caught my breath in wonder. You know those skies. Breathing deeply I shuddered in the new vibration that washed through me. First miracle.
We're blessed here in Minneapolis that Macy's has followed in the Dayton's tradition and produces the flower show on 8th floor that will fill me with awe again this afternoon. I love taking the bus downtown and walking through the store that has such rich memories for me, riding the elevator to the fragrances of spring. Another miracle.
I am making room for miracles. I do not know all that my perfect Plan contains today, but the first thing we all need to do is to expect. Expect miracles. Make way for them before they appear.
Breathing into the Miracle,
I am Phyl-El
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Stripping Away
Good Tuesday Morning!
"Thank you, God, for this perfect Tuesday, for the support and nourishment of this good Earth, for the inspiration and counsel of the Heavens. Thank you, everyone who loves me. I love you back."
This is my ritual, breathing deeply and opening to any day, however it feels, whatever else is true. Sometimes what is true is that we are faced with stripping away everything that is not true, not authentic. Today is such a day.
A friend says her premise is: no complaining, no explaining. It seems to me that as long as we are complaining or explaining we are hiding behind the facade we choose to shield us from discovery.
Many of us have something we do not feel comfortable revealing. Perhaps private thoughts, behaviors, past actions or desires remain hidden. Many of us feel the need, when we realize we are hiding something, to confess, to profess to a professional or to a self-help group, a friend or family member.
None of these is wrong. We all choose how we reveal and what help we need to stand in authentic light.
As I explore my feelings here, I feel so blessed to have an outlet to sort out and process. Stripping away the old today is not about explaining or complaining. I realize how much time I spend with friends talking about my life. All that I share with them helps me come to answers, and I am just as grateful for what they share. Our Wisdom comes in, sheds light, on our challenges when we say out loud what we're trying to understand. Where would I be without them or without my clients whose sessions connect us with such awesome Wisdom? No, I am not abandoning trusted sharing. Sometimes, though, my sharing includes complaining and explaining, and my intention is to change that.
I am not alone with my private thoughts. I have God. With God I have nothing to hide, no thing that is unknown. I have no need to disguise myself, and what I know today is that the machinations, the mental and emotional gymnastics, take energy that I can better channel elsewhere. With breath, I can be clear without explaining or complaining in the old, dependent mode.
Stripping away is, finally, a relief. When facing a major shift one day in 1985, I was climbing the stairs (insert irony here) talking out loud about my fears, asking for help. I heard myself saying, "It's you and me, God," and felt to the depths of me the partnership I then knew was absolute. In that unity, anything is possible.
Until next time,
I am Phyl-El
"Thank you, God, for this perfect Tuesday, for the support and nourishment of this good Earth, for the inspiration and counsel of the Heavens. Thank you, everyone who loves me. I love you back."
This is my ritual, breathing deeply and opening to any day, however it feels, whatever else is true. Sometimes what is true is that we are faced with stripping away everything that is not true, not authentic. Today is such a day.
A friend says her premise is: no complaining, no explaining. It seems to me that as long as we are complaining or explaining we are hiding behind the facade we choose to shield us from discovery.
Many of us have something we do not feel comfortable revealing. Perhaps private thoughts, behaviors, past actions or desires remain hidden. Many of us feel the need, when we realize we are hiding something, to confess, to profess to a professional or to a self-help group, a friend or family member.
None of these is wrong. We all choose how we reveal and what help we need to stand in authentic light.
As I explore my feelings here, I feel so blessed to have an outlet to sort out and process. Stripping away the old today is not about explaining or complaining. I realize how much time I spend with friends talking about my life. All that I share with them helps me come to answers, and I am just as grateful for what they share. Our Wisdom comes in, sheds light, on our challenges when we say out loud what we're trying to understand. Where would I be without them or without my clients whose sessions connect us with such awesome Wisdom? No, I am not abandoning trusted sharing. Sometimes, though, my sharing includes complaining and explaining, and my intention is to change that.
I am not alone with my private thoughts. I have God. With God I have nothing to hide, no thing that is unknown. I have no need to disguise myself, and what I know today is that the machinations, the mental and emotional gymnastics, take energy that I can better channel elsewhere. With breath, I can be clear without explaining or complaining in the old, dependent mode.
Stripping away is, finally, a relief. When facing a major shift one day in 1985, I was climbing the stairs (insert irony here) talking out loud about my fears, asking for help. I heard myself saying, "It's you and me, God," and felt to the depths of me the partnership I then knew was absolute. In that unity, anything is possible.
Until next time,
I am Phyl-El
Saturday, March 31, 2012
A New Name
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
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
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
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