A Musing #1

Summer 2014

   I am thinking about my Mother. She is 77. She doesn't know that she's 77. She seems to know very little, at least according to our present understanding of what "knowing" is. She cannot tell you her name. She cannot tell you my name. She cannot put a paragraph together from the few short disjointed sentences she manages to utter. And then a look of peaceful perplexity settles into the narrow lines of her still porcelain skin. It doesn't seem to bother her that she cannot engage in verbose, eloquent conversation like she once did.

  It would be relatively easy to chalk all this up to dementia, old age or the strokes she had four years ago now. Easy in the sense that those things have become a convenient container that we can deposit our uneasy emotions into. Who could blame us? Who wouldn't understand the need to configure the Long Good-bye into some kind of shape that we can more easily live with everyday? 

  The thing is, I'm made in such a way that "easy" is not something I can settle into and accept with alacrity. I feel that there is more going on here than meets the physical eye. For all her dysfunctional ways and means throughout my life, Mom has always been a deeply spiritual person, one who never readily accepted the obvious explanations for things. She passed this on to me genetically and energetically as well as in word and deed. 

  So....

  What if it's possible to reincarnate into your own life? What would it take to do that and what would it mean for our soul's growth and development? Who would sign up for that kind of mission? There are inherent risks in the Divine Profile of a LifeAdventurer eager to participate in GameChanging and RuleBreaking endeavors.

If we start where we are, then...where are we?

Loss. Heartbreak. Divorce. Illness. Trauma. 
Emotional blows. Bankruptcy. Fear. Pain.
 Disconnects. Soul Shake-ups. 
Karma. Soul challenges. 
Insert any manner of mayhem here.

Lead with Love refined. 

Lead with Love redefined. 

Lead with Love reconfigured. 

Lead with Love recalibrated.  
  What kind of courage would that take?

  One Journey in a Life is not enough, in my opinion, for a soul determined to access the TrueSourceSelf. Mining for Gold through the process of Alchemy and transmuting any and every life event along the path takes tenacity and something akin to outrageous gall, something more than ordinary courage. Infinite Perceptivity lines the mind's eye with images from the in between spaces where soul meets body, where dreams take flight and transport us into other realms where time is superimposed upon configurations of timelessness where what we feelthinksee becomes the energy of transport. Momentum builds as we tune into and hone intuitions felt as mere whisperings of Divinity. Will we pay attention? Will we dismiss, disregard, say, "Nah!"

  Choices. There are always Choices to be made. Can we slow it down enough to discern the difference between them? Can we listen more closely to our Soul's calling to hear the quiet ways our loved ones speak to us no matter where they are? Regardless of their present state of being; living, dead or somewhere in between?

  So, yeah, maybe it just makes me feel better to think that my Mother is on some madcap SoulMission that she signed up for before she incarnated into the person that is Judith Ann Wilcox Maclean in this life. But. But, what if?