Day 70 - A letter to my mind

     
    
Dear Mind,


Sometimes you do not serve my best interests.

Sometimes you just churn things over and over.
You spin around in circles.
You repeat yourself.
And you get nowhere.

You analyse too deeply and get in my way.


I want to expose myself.
I want to become vulnerable.
I want to fly.
I am capable of a love so intense and enormous that it makes this planet pale in comparison.


You have been told lies that you now believe.
You have been conditioned by circumstances that arose from fear.
You think you are me, but you are not.
You are simply a processing tool that I became identified with.

You have lead me to feel the need to justify and prove myself,
to believe in illusions,
and be governed by unrealistic expectations.

I am now disassociating from you and your fears.

You no longer control me.
I know the truth.
I am truth.
I am now free.


From,
My Heart



Crap Cleared:  Identification with mind

Observations: 
I have discovered the mind, body spirit separation.
I choose to respond from love, not fear.
I act from heart.
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Day 69 - Terrorism 101: A Lesson on LOVE & Forgiveness



Prelude

I began this post over two weeks ago. At various times I attempted to complete the writing and publish it...
... but I got stuck!

I easily wrote of my feelings toward the war on terror and love, but I got bogged down when attempting to incorporate the issue of forgiveness.

I was clearing some internal CRAP about my need to forgive my exhusband for his actions, but was unable to process it fully and therefore unable to express myself in writing.

I could not find the words, perhaps because I do not fully understand what forgiveness is.

The delay in completing this post was due to the time needed to examine and process my emotions on this topic and I easily buried the issue and busied myself with work on other projects.


I have had many life changing moves forward in that time including:
  • falling in love with Nia
  • following my intuition and resigning from a volunteer community role
  • completing the "Clear the CRAP Daily Worksheet" and making progress on solidifying the steps involved in this technique
  • making connections with amazing people
  • commencing work on Leilani Boutique a new business venture
  • attending seminars and exploring my relationship with money
  • fine tuning my healing skills and developing a new technique
  • maturing the dialogue and interaction with my son
  • recognising and sharing my purpose and passions in this life

So now I am ready to finalise this post and continue on my 100-day challenge....
but don't you go counting the days!!!

100 days of posting may not necessarily concur with 100 calendar days....

Shhhhhhhhhhhh.......

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"What were the 'twin towers' Mummy?" and news reports on the death of Osama bin Laden prompted a lesson on terrorism in our household. Terrorism 101 was my attempt to explain Islamic fundamentalism, the global 'war on terror' and Australia's military involvement in Afghanistan to a 5 and 8 year old.

It was amazing how choked up I got when describing the events of 11 September 2001 to my children. How crystal clear my memory of that morning is.

The television was on as I was getting ready for work. We were living at Camp Hill at the time and soon after the first plane hit, every channel was broadcasting live. I remember racing to my husband who was in the shower, we had been married for 14 days and just returned from Bora Bora. I was shocked and in tears as I described it to him.

I watched the live footage as further planes crashed, buildings fell, some lives were lost and every ones lives were forever changed.




This week I watched as the people who mourned the loss of human life back then were now rejoicing at the loss of human life.

It troubled me.

That man may have been the head of a terrorist organisation and masterminded the whole ordeal, but I did not rejoice when he was killed. I found myself feeling love for this deceased man and marvelled at my inner transformation. Had I come to the point in my awakening where I am able to see the beauty of and have an affinity with all beings?

What troubled me further was that I felt more love for this terrorist, than I do for that man in the shower, who is now my exhusband.

Disturbing?

I can see that Osama's upbringing, social conditioning & life circumstances led him to think and behave in a certain way. I acknowledge that, and I am at peace with it. I recognise that my exhusband's upbringing, social conditioning & life circumstances led him to think and behave in a certain way, but I have not yet made my peace with him and how it effects me and the children.



I recently came across the ancient Hawaiian self healing method of reconciliation and forgiveness called Ho'oponopono. Part of the practice of Ho'oponopono includes repetition of the following mantra:


I'm sorry
Please forgive me
Thank you
I love you


You are basically to repeat the four phrases over and over until the burden you are dealing with eases.

I did a little research on Ho'oponopono and tried to understand it, but I was left with confusion. This could be alleviated with formal training in this method, however, when considering the actions and subsequent behaviour of my exhusband, I find it highly inappropriate and disturbing for me to be the one to say "I'm sorry" and "please forgive me".


I read that at Dr Hew Len's Ho'oponopono training last year he shared the following thought: 

if you can't see another as God would see them
 - which is perfect -
then the problem isn't with them,
it's with you.


I've been trying to examine MY problem as to why I do not see my exhusband as perfect !!


Later in a Facebook discussion on Ho'oponopono, I learnt from a friend that sometimes we attract that which needs to be opposed and overcome. Sometimes we are the only ones who can stop someone or some nasty energy. When someone is unable to control their own impulsive actions, few people in their circle of impact are trained to handle the challenge of dealing with such things.

From this discussion I was able to see that I was the warrior in this circle who could either help this person with the loss of control to stop, or to protect those who would otherwise be victims to be safe. I have stood in the gap and I am the protector.








After much inner work on the issue of forgiveness, on the day I was finally ready to click "publish" on this post, I read a quote from Kim McMillen's book "When I loved myself enough" and it was just the most perfect conclusion to the emotional processing I had completed.


When I loved myself enough
Forgiving others became irrelevant.


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Postscript

After 69 days of this challenge and working through this forgiveness Crap, I feel like I have come to a significant point in my 100-day Challenge to Clear the CRAP.

 
In these 69 days I have been blessed with followers and received encouraging compliments on my writing. I have inspired others to begin their own Crap-Clearing journeys. Some have started their own facebook pages and blogs, others are more privately journalling their progress. Some are sharing their success on my Facebook Wall.

I am now formally documenting the Clear the CRAP Process and packaging it into a unique format to go on the website so that I can continue to inspire and help others.

But until that is ready for launch-day, I will progress on the third and final phase of my challenge: Clearing MORE CRAP and drawing together some global conclusions from the work.

Until next time,
 trust your heart
feel the love
& be happy in the moment

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Day 62 - 68 Clearing Crap & Living in the Moment


What a fabulous week.

It began with the children returning to school after the end of semester and Easter break, I productively continued on my crap-clearing challenge (albeit becoming a little too focused on the exciting business venture I will be taking on after the 100-days are over) and ended with the transformational awareness of catching myself living in the moment.


Tuesday
My sister phoned and while we chatted I cleaned the house, just like I do when Mum calls. We talked about so many things, it was a great catch-up. She told me of her husbands new hobby: coin collecting. I think it is so wonderfully exciting when you discover something new and throw yourself into it wholeheartedly, as he is doing.




While we spoke I sorted through my box of collections. I too am interested in unusual and foreign coins - not that I have ever actively pursued this collecting activity. I gathered together all the coins that I had duplicates of and will joyfully post them to my brother-in-law...

IT'S IN THE MAIL!


Wednesday
I had the whole of the holidays to find time to sew the broken straps on my sons school bag, but in typical fashion I frantically dragged out the sewing machine at 8am on the first day back at school. But what a great prompt to clear the crap out of the sewing cupboard. Here's the before pic:




I made time that day to mend the items that had been thrown in the cupboard awaiting my attention:

- a pair of my sons shorts that he wanted the badges removed from
- my daughters summer dress that somehow got ripped on the bottom frill
- my pyjama top sleeve that was gaping open along the seam
- an oven mit that had a broken hanging loop
- my gorgeous cream open weave knitted top that had some threads pulled

And my proudest achievement:

- my daughters school skort that had ruined elastic. I managed to unpick the seams, replace the old elastic with new and sew it up, and you wouldn't even know it!  For teaching me how to sew...

THANKS MUM!


Thursday
It's shocking to think that I still had these sand bags piled up at the side of the garage since the devastating flood hit Brisbane over three months ago. Those sand bags have been obscuring the path to the house and providing a constant reminder of all my outstanding jobs.




Sand awesomely relocated to the top of the retaining wall to counteract soil erosion on the other side of the side fence ...

CHECK!


Friday




I sorted through a storage cupboard and decided that we no longer need these back packs...

OUT THEY GO!


Saturday
I wonder if any one else lets the living area of their home look like this:




We could not comfortably walk around the house without dodging the washing baskets, clothes drying racks and ironing board.
Oh well, at least I'm not airing my dirty laundry...

THIS IS ALL CLEAN!


Sunday
I had been putting off clearing the crap out of the linen closet because I was scared. I had been scared to part with useful, good quality items that I thought I might need one day. But after two months of slowly chipping away at the underlying fears that make me hold onto the past, I opened the linen closet and faced my fear. I imagined the pleasurable sensation I would feel if I opened that cupboard to no longer be faced with a jumbled crowded mess, but with ordered piles of a moderate amount of manchester.



I haven't finished it yet, but...  

I WAS ABLE TO CLEAR OUT THIS!


Monday
Using the term "crap" has been challenging at times and this was discussed on my Clear the CRAP Facebook page. I still have not formulated and written my own definition of Crap to publish on my "what is Crap" blog-tab. Perhaps this is because a definition may limit the flexibility with which the word can be used.





In spite of all that,
 today I got down
and got dirty
and dealt with the real thing!!
Three wheel barrow's full of the stuff from the chook yard.
The crap I cleared today was...

THE REAL DEAL!



There were many times in my week when I caught myself being... outside of myself.

In any random moment; cleaning out the chook yard, driving along the road, rushing to get ready, chatting with friends at a birthday party, watching my son play his first tennis tournament, brushing my teeth; I would catch myself in the moment.

I would find myself experiencing the joy of that single moment in time and wonder at the utter beauty of the situation.

This is experiencing the power of now and I am now experiencing these moments more frequently.

What absolute joy. Like I said to my sister on the phone at the beginning of the week, I have finally found my happiness. It's like I have been searching all my life to be happy and I have found it. Right now, right here, I am experiencing true bliss. And it is so good that I am compelled to help others find their bliss also.



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Day 61 - Ending war with our thoughts of love


We celebrated Anzac Day in Australia a couple of days ago, and again it confused me. Every year on this national day of remembrance I wonder about what the day aims to achieve and what I am supposed to do.


I don't remember "remembering" on this day in my childhood. If there were dawn services held in the small town where I grew up, we never went. If anything, this would have just been the day when I thought about war and asked my mother and father about what happened to them.

So I would listen to their stories of the horror they went through as children in WWII.

I'm sure there is so much that they did not tell us and there are only a few examples that come to mind now, as I type and my tears fall. These must be the stories that had the greatest impact on me. And I cry because the hurt, the pain, the suffering they endured, should not have to ever be experienced by a child.

In particular I think of how they came and took my fathers parents away. He was 11 years old and left to fend for himself and three younger siblings. His parents were never seen again. I think of him stealing food in order to simply survive. I think of my mother, 5 years old with no possessions, walking the streets of a destroyed city holding her mothers hand. Her father was also taken off to a concentration camp. I think of the horrific situation that resulted in my mothers crippled hand.


I am Australian
I was born in Australia
My ancestors are German
My attitude towards war is different
to my fellow Australians
whose ancestors were Diggers


I feel so very deeply for my parents and wish that they never had to experience what they went through in war. How would their lives be now if they hadn't? They would be completely different people. Living through that war shaped the rest of their lives and continues to effect them to this day and every day.

In my mother I see how she now cherishes her freedom, lives each day as a gift and I am inspired by her positive outlook. In my father I see a man who has still not come to terms with childhood events, which shaped him to have deep rooted, underlying anger and fear. We all wish that he could find a way to explore and come to terms with his suppressed memories and issues, but he has just blocked it.






Now, on Anzac day I also think of the Australian and New Zealand soldiers who fought at Gallippoli and lost their lives. I think of all subsequent Australian soldiers who have fought for our country, such that I may enjoy my current freedoms. I give thanks to them and I discuss war history with my children and encourage them to remember and give thanks for the liberties we enjoy in this society.



"Lest We Forget"

a phrase used in commonwealth countries to remind people:
1 ) of the supreme sacrifice made by soldiers to protect
the independence we enjoy today
2 ) that if the horror of past wars are forgotten
they are doomed to be repeated



Really? If we forget what happened... it will be repeated... ???
So, if we remember... then it wont happen again... ???



It has been 96 years since the landing at Anzac Cove. We have been remembering the bloodshed for nearly 100 years... yet it's still happening. We still have soldiers overseas fighting other peoples battles. 

Expressing gratitude certainly has it's place, and I honor that, but "Lest we Forget" ... ?

We know that focusing on the past does not equip us to become open to allow for a brighter future. What about a National-Think-About-Future-Peace-Day? Where we come together to think about a future global community with no hatred, greed, anger or war. Where we learn about what each and every one of us can do to contribute to global peace. Much more productive than remembering past atrocities, I reckon.


We currently do not have conscription in Australia. Our armed forces personnel choose that profession. They choose a career where they may be required to go into battle, and then when we have a war casualty, everyone is up in arms over it and sorry for the person and their family and we have grand public funerals.
I don't understand it.
Our government goes though such pomp and ceremony and great financial expense for war and war victims who chose to put themselves in the line of fire.
What if our government (not to mention all the governments of the world) put these financial resources towards the National-Think-About-Future-Peace campaign.
What if no-one in our country chose to join the armed forces. There would be no Australians to send to Afghanistan! Would our Government then introduce compulsory military service?



The Herald Sun asked a 16 year old what Anzac Day meant to him and how he plans to celebrate it. His reply was, "Nothing. It means nothing to me". I read facebook comments where people could not believe this was published. They thought it was disrespectful and said "Shame on them".
I ask, what is so wrong with this? If there is a group within society that does not follow the tradition of the majority, is that such a bad thing? I would expect any newspaper to accurately report on the views of a cross section of our community.
According to the Australian Government's Department of Immigration and Citizenship, at 30 June 2009 one quarter (5.8 million) of our estimated residential population (22 million) were born overseas. Excluding the 1.7 million people from the United Kingdom and New Zealand, we still have 18.6% of our population who may not have a great affinity with the Anzac tradition at all.






So on the afternoon of Anzac day I went out in the garden to clear my mind. The dilemma of understanding where I fit in with this Australian tradition of remembering war heros was doing my head in.

I got the axe and let out my inner turmoil on a golden palm and a flame tree. I certainly cleared some crap out of the front garden bed! It grew dark and I had to stop, but I'm far from finished pruning back that area where the branches are (god-forbid) interfering with the Bigpond cable.






After taking this photo of my cleared garden crap,
I started taking pictures of leaves against the darkened sky
and got lost in the moment.

I marvelled in the effect of lit foliage against a black background.







There is a solution to stop future war

It requires input from every individual on this planet.
YOU can start to bring about the change
that will result in world peace.

YOU have the power

Please read this note my Mike Robinson.
It's a thought provoking article
that can have world changing results.





What if every person on this planet understood the effects of their thoughts, words & actions
and brought forth a life filled with love, compassion, joy and freedom?



Crap Cleared: A whole heap of front garden branches

Observations: My lengthy contemplation and hesitation over this post, describing some of my views on a topic near and dear to many people's hearts, shows I have not fully reconciled my inner need to be looked upon in a good light by others. But to openly state my true thoughts on a somewhat controversial issue and be willing to accept any type of feedback is demonstrating my growing internal conciliation.
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Day 56 - 60 - Gotta love how your mind goes blank when on holidays

Happy Easter Everybody


The children and I are currently having a fabulous time on the Gold Coast.

Along with all the rest of the crap we packed to take with us (you would think I would have learnt to travel lightly by now - nope!!!) is one big bag full of work stuff.





My great plan to continue blogging each day simply floated away... like me in the lagoon pool.

My vision to keep up to date via mobile phone just got burnt...
like my skin on the beach.

And my dream to sort through a pile of notes and start working on a business plan, was blown away...
like me after downing all those pina coladas.

 
All I can say is thank God for Kids Clubs.
 
 
Crap Cleared: Any thoughts of my regular routine which just drifted off on that wonderful Surfers onshore afternoon breeze.

Observations: Why don’t we do more of this?



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