I get these glimpses in motion of Love Unconditional, and if I’m lucky enough I get to sit in it for a little while, oftentimes bringing such elation to my heart and Being in whole, that it makes me cry. I’m certain, if there was just one cure for all of the meanness in this world, it is that, Love Unconditional.
Be kind out there. Take care of each other. We all need it. We all need that tenderness of care and confirmation that we haven’t been forgotten.
I see you.
Peace & Love on Earth.
The day is going to come for us all when our time is complete and we are called to leave this world; when we are asked to part ways with those that we Love, but more importantly, those that Love us. Be gentle and kind with the world around you, time provided is so incredibly short and it won’t be long before it is up.
Just be alive, be human, be fair, Love.
War is many things; it’s what is to come for a mother holding her lifeless child, it is the darkness we all have to face within, it is the battlefield, it’s the dance, it’s the song of the heart, it is so many things, but for so many right now it is the inner-world and what we’re willing to face, what we conquer, what we find an ally in, and what we make peace with. War isn’t always about endings, it is often about new beginnings, but what will fall in order for the new to take its place?
I Am. Love.
Peace on Earth.
There is so much happening in our world that has set out to interfere with The Light. It is layered in distraction and disconnect, and it will do everything it can to pull you away from yourself and out of the space of Love. Do not be fooled by the noise, there is no greater ally to life than Love, and there is no more purposeful contribution to the world in service to Love than your kindness. Recognize all discomfort thrust upon you as an attempt to create separation from Source, Divine - Love. You are The Light.
Peace on Earth
Love, Always.
How brave are you.
How brave are you for rising each day with a broken heart and near exhausted body and mind. For doing your best to remain Human in the face of all that the world throws your way.
How brave are you for not giving up when that is all you want to do. For smiling when your inner world is crumbling.
How brave are you for finding just enough strength to surrender and trust. For believing, even when hope is an often daunting task.
How brave are you for not giving up on Love. For being vulnerable even when you’re terrified of being hurt.
How brave are you for being you. For never quitting on yourself, even when you think you already have.
How brave are you.
I wrote this in 2014, and was reminded of it today. As I approach the release of my 4th novel, I thought it was a fitting reminder for me, and even that much more with this next novel being so firmly planted in the journey of Hope and Love.
“HOPE is our greatest bond and our most common companion.
Ever since I was a little boy I've always looked to the stars for that ONE; that one star blazing across the night sky, right in my moment of pleading to be noticed.
I've always felt as though I was missing pieces, and that my intention wasn't meeting my purpose. Whether it was my environment or circumstance or simply growing pains, I've spent a lot of my life feeling somewhat lost and it's never helped that I kept missing that one shooting star, meant for me, acknowledging my being. What I've learned though, is that if we listen closely, from within, from our heart, from our soul, our spirit, the universe is always talking and it's always doing its best to guide us to where we belong; the moment.
The number 15 has been with me since I was young; on the back of my jersey, on my number plate, on the door of an apartment in a movie...really just anywhere I could fit it in or it could jump out at me. It was everywhere and it belonged to ME. It took me a long time and a lot of heartache and discomfort to finally understand that sometimes the universe can't just give us that shooting star right when we need to see it, nor can it pick us up from the collar of our shirt and drop us where we bleed to belong; but what it can do, is give us the number 15.
The number 15 took on a whole other meaning once I realized this. I still see it everywhere, anywhere, and it always feels warm, it feels right, and most of all, it feels like I've been noticed; and the beautiful thing is, I don't need the clear night sky in order to see it.
I have since started my own brand and publishing company by the name of 'Fifteen for HOPE', where I will always feel noticed, filled with love, and most of all, full of HOPE.
We are always where we are meant to be; the proof is in the moment. Bless.”
Understand this. You are all welcome here; the pain, the suffering, the sadness, the despair, the longing, and the sorrow. Even the darkness may come, draped and smothered in fear, but your time is limited, enjoy it, because you will not strip me of this Light, my Light, this Love; it is my say when it is time for you to go. Understand this.
Now, come, leave your muddy boots at the door, and come rest your tired heart.
“Can you imagine just how long I have been made an enemy to life, simply because most are so afraid to meet me that they work tirelessly trying to avoid me at all cost?” Death questioned gently before casually sipping on her tea.
It is hard. It is hard some days just to put your feet on the floor. I know this well. It is hard to muster a smile. It is a struggle to keep your head above water. Oh why can’t someone just see me. Why can’t someone enter my space, take note of me and tend to me simply because I am worthy of being saved. Life is trying. It is lonely. It is an arduous process of becoming and unbecoming. It is failure meets faith, time and over again. It is painstaking heartache for the Soul purpose of facing forgiveness in all directions, inward and out. It is the darkness seeking to fulfill the temptation of a heart once not well just to smother it in despair. It is glory and grace, it is divine, and it is unlike anything we will know again. It is but one chance to unfold as untethered and messy as can be. It is life. It is time comprised of moments that we are consistently choosing from which we allow to shape us. It is traumatic. It is stunning. It is terrifying. It is life, it is unlike anything we will know again, and I encourage you to seek the celebration in it all.
May Love be with you as you work to find your way.
Peace on Earth.
Please try to keep in mind as you move throughout your day, your moments, your practices, and your fights within to find peace, that this day is all that you have, and there is nothing ahead nor anything behind that has been placed on your path to burden this day. This day is anew, like a child first breathing the air of this world, this day is your grand welcoming home and your arrival into The Light. There is no darkness to battle, no pressure to tame, there is only you and the grace from which you rose that sits waiting in your heart and in the calling of your name.
Peace be with you.
I was asked my thoughts on Love and boundaries, and how I see the role of each in relationship with another.
“See, here’s the rub… and I’m not sure it’s to be expected that we Love like The Almighty Creator, I mean how could we, but if unconditional Love is the goal, if that plays into our role as Human-Beings and Ascension, then what does that look like with boundaries? Is it the giving, or what we often perceive as being the “over-giving” of Love that warrants having to pull back or create restrictions, or is it the lack of reciprocation that creates the desire for boundaries? Either way, boundaries indicate some level of an imbalance between two, but more commonly, just one. If the duty here with my time is to be of service and to do so through Love, then that is the objective, and anything outside of that would be a call on the Ego, which is seeking gratification and fulfillment from something outside of Love, God, Creator, Divine. Or it is a power play by Ego for control over another, rooted in resentment for a lack-of or imbalance in receiving equal to or greater than?
Love shouldn’t be taxed for character. You Love, and then you manage the relationship, of whatever capacity. So ask yourself - am I unsafe in this environment, or do I feel like I am not able to Love all the way because… - and maybe it’s as simple as you feeling like you’re not able to Love with all the power of your Being because someone’s character is not able to receive it how you picture it should be, or how others may more typically receive your Love. We must Love people where they stand. And remember, being Human is not easy, for anyone, but Love and Character are not the same. We can Love and still not be aligned with character or behaviour. We Love the person, not the behaviour. That is ego seeking fulfillment, and it’s a damn tough lesson to get beyond because we’ve been groomed to believe that Love equals compatibility, and that there are degrees of Love, when in fact it is just one thing…Love.”
There is an awful disservice in the idea that we are not responsible for how we make each other feel or how others react to the things we say. It is a beautiful thing, surely, to occupy a space within where you find solace and comfort, regardless of the stirrings in the world around you, but that does not dismiss the responsibility we share in bringing comfort and Love to that same world around us. There is a wild lack of accountability in how thoughtless we are when dealing with each other and how self-serving we have become in our approach to life and our relationship with it, often neglecting our world and the wellbeing of others. We are misshaping the mental and emotional body’s in one another and in turn, hardening the heart, The Guide; it’s no wonder we’re lost. Our purpose is in Love, I won’t hear it any other way, and we must understand that there is only ONE Love, unconditional by design, and that all else are masks being worn by ego in effort to disguise the desires of character.
This Life is not to be lived through the eyes of one, but through the eyes of many, of all, in service to ONE, and when done so with Love we share a common and unshakable ground.
An apple is not shit because you have a distaste for apples, it simply doesn’t align with your taste; try to understand this.
Peace, more Love
Be kind, always.
“It’s time to go now, dear,” she started, softly, as I looked up at her.
“Now, you must remember, they are going to try and fill you with anger, and even hatred. They are going to try and fill you with fear, and they are going to try and rob you of your humanity…but you must remember, in even the darkest of moments, I am with you, always,” she explained, smiling gently as she held my hand.
“Is it going to hurt?” I asked.
“It will, yes,” she replied simply.
“Am I going to be okay?” I returned.
“You’re going to be great,” she insisted, still smiling.
Have we stopped working to create magic? Have we become so consumed by the darkness of this world that we are now blind to the Light?
Deep in the heart of every-ONE there was placed a seed of intention for purpose in service to time here on Earth. That seed was labeled ‘Creation’ at the dawn of Human Being coming into form, with access granted only through Love. Creator calls it wonder, curiosity, but most commonly Creator calls it Magic, for it is from where the unseen becomes visible.
Duty asks only that we try.
We all harness the same freedom of choice, coupled with a life path often set out before us as a guide to purpose. Each single journey is sacred and integral to the collective community, regardless of it being light or dark in the eyes of judgment. All acts of lessening the value of another are attempts made by the darkness to further separation and stifle the Light. The darkness being the one who wears a thousand masks, and the Light being the one who wears but One... Love.
Trust only in Love.
Tell me, why did you stop dancing?
Do you no longer look to the sky, can you not see that the very Universe from which you hail works to
gain your attention? Have you failed to hear the music between the beating of your heart as it waits, in agony, seeking its remedy, only to find its next moment of longing? There is celebration to be had. You are alive. The skies move in your favor. My Kingdom is not beyond this Earth, my Kingdom is this Earth, and until I reach my Paradise beyond the clouds where the Gods have marked for me, I will seek to find the music between the beating of my heart, for it is in those moments of longing where the Light comes to play at its brightest. It is in those moments of longing where I am closest with my Creator...and so, I dance.
Fault no man for his inability to believe; the time with come, surely, when he finds himself scraping at the dirt beneath his fingernails, in search of himself.
“Go ahead,” she started, softly. “Stomp your feet and turn your back on Love, but Love isn’t here for your understanding, it is not something for you to just will-away...it is you that Love has come to experience, it is you that Love has longed for,” she went on as I sat, quiet, humbled by her words.
“And so now tell me, just what does that say about how splendid you truly are, to know that love has dragged you all the way through time and space, as far back as creation was able to reach, just to experience you here and now...for you, My Dear, for you are The Light,” she finished, smiling ever so gently.
Happy Valentines Day.
Thirteen years ago today, I said goodnight to my dad. Twenty minutes later I was giving him CPR, and I had no innate idea of what I was doing but the lady I had on speakerphone through 911 was walking me through it; I was all alone. I’m not sure how long it was after that the ambulance showed up, but he was already gone, and I knew it in my heart even before I called for help. It’s a curious thing what time will do, how in some moments it will stretch, some it will shrink, and in some it will completely vanish, seemingly all in our favour. Time offered itself to me in every which way that night except the one I needed most…for it to rewind.
- A dear friend of mine, who has since passed, once told me that he would give anything he could, even years off his own life, just to sit across the table from his late father and share a meal. He even shook his finger at me and told me not to fuck around and take time for granted. Maybe I had taken time for granted, maybe that’s why time paid me such a powerful lesson that night with my father. -
I went on to dab myself with two drops of my dads’ aftershave every day until the bottle ran dry. I slept with his blanket and pillows until they were tattered. I wore his slippers, even outdoors, until the soles wore out. Nothing worked, nothing brought me closer to him than the time we once shared, which would all become memories with more and more time in between then and the continued sense of now, the only little piece of time that we ever really have. People often think that death brings people closer together, but it doesn’t, it’s life that does that, along with our ignorance of time. Life is for the living, it’s where people meet, fall in love, it’s where people gather to celebrate, or gather to mourn, but that’s life, that’s not death. Death is its own journey, but death is for the dead, death is without time, but in due time for us all. We all have a wonderful opportunity here to join with time and create a beautiful space, for love, for joy, for peace, for celebration, and even for mourning. I believe in my heart that we need each other, and I believe that time is as dependant on us as we are on it. I believe that each of us owe time a great debt of gratitude, and kindness, love, and peace, and joy, celebration, and harmony. We can’t always choose the circumstances or the terrain of our journey here through life and time, but we do have the opportunity, in each moment, to choose how we respond to it all. - A puddle is a nuisance to some and a playground for others.
Be kind and take care of each other, we are all in need.
Peace & Love.
Be bold. Bare your fucking soul. Stop pretending like we have all of this time to heal and show yourself to the Universe. Strip down, turn inside-out and heave yourself into the pits of vulnerability. Fuck this world, and fuck every single person that has made you feel lesser than or too scared to unfold; they are the real cowards, they are the ones battling the darkness and fears of the truth in their judgements of Self, and like you, their day will come when they can’t hide from themselves any longer. Rise up! You are worthy! You are not easy to walk away from, you are worth fighting for, so fuck every last person that ever gave up on you or made you feel like you weren’t worth the time or energy that it takes to Love someone. You know how to Love, so Love yourself, and Love the world around you with every fiber of your being and leave no one un-touched. Once in a lifetime. That’s what the fuck you are. Go. BE THAT! And be kind on your way.
