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The Hope Mandala: Wishes ARE Horses


Hope MandalaWe are told by mystics and seers through the ages that God is the Good that has no opposite. Because God is All That Is, there can be nothing outside of God. But we are trained as humans – not just by parents and teachers and old school preachers, but by the collective belief and history of humanity- we are trained to see, to project, to expect that everything has an opposite of equal measure. Hope is a description of the unyielding Good that emanates from Source. But most of us can’t think of hope without thinking of the possibility of disappointment or even despair. And so we don’t take the comfort in it that is offered all day every day.

A childhood memory comes to mind; my dear mother’s response when I would express a hope for something that she must have felt was unattainable, (probably a horse!) “If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.” In all likelihood, someone responded to her childhood hopes the same way. It was programmed into her to try to protect me from disappointment, or to protect herself from feeling like she was the one who had to fulfill my far-fetched dreams. “Don’t get your hopes up, dear,” the world says. All of those little wishes and hopes of all those little children needed to be nipped in the bud like little weeds, lest those children be either spoiled or crushed. But what if we just say to ourselves now, “My hope is good. My hope is a fuel, a direction, a touchstone of Joy’s potential. I just need to remember that its fulfillment comes from my living, breathing relationship with my Source, not from the give and take melodrama of this world, where everyone’s fears are always at play.”

So, yes! Take your hope and ride it. Wishes ARE horses.


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The Truth of Our Wholeness: Nothing Broken, Nothing Missing

Ah, see, this is what we are here to change now, we no longer have to tell the story of how childhood wrenched us from our wholeness, because children are being born now who are not so inclined to let their wholeness go in the first place. We, the elders, can benefit from that change by resonating with the new story: “I was born whole, and I plan to stay that way.” Nothing broken, nothing missing, (the caveat here being that this is true even if appearances would indicate otherwise.)

As for all these toxins that have agitated their (our) brains, there has to be a way to get off of that story too, for the telling of that story does no good for the changing of it. I say this with a bit of street “cred” under my belt, as the mother of a young man born with the attributes of autism. An Abraham-Hicks recording talked about simply¬† laying new pipe, above the ground, to get around a problem of some buried clogging, allowing a simple solution, a circumvention. So, fluoride, radiation, heavy metals, chemtrails, BPA, GMO, glyphosate, etc… the list is so long of our poisons. The new pipe must simply hold us as invulnerable. Or turn the poisons into nothing. Or hold fast to the thought of ones among us who will emerge with ideas to solve and change and renew. Believing in the antidote.¬† Or just mentally shifting to a different world where no one would ever think to poison the people for the sake of profit, power, ignorance, laziness, or arrogance. A world of wholeness, for everyone. Nothing broken, nothing missing.