True Paths

There have been instances in my life when I have doubted what my true path is. There are nights when I cant sleep, and mornings I cant get started. I look around me through and I realize an important thing. I am still here. I am still breathing, and still have the spark to relight any fire that may have gone out.

I also realize that it is not me that initiates the defeatist energy that sometimes overwhelms me. This occurs when I worry things in my life. This is when the shift of power, my power, happens. When I worry about money and bills, the power shifts. The power that used to belong to me, is now in the very incompetent hands of the things that I worried about, money and power.

Thank goodness this shift doesn’t happen often. When it does, I always breathe on purpose. I focus on my breath, remember its purpose, and I then can relax and center myself.

There are those things in life that cannot function in us unless we are off center and not balanced. When something knocks us off center. We then attract these other things that may appear to compound our already messed up energy. It is in knowing that we have the power over all things that save us.

We have the power of our creator, since we are all created in his/ her image. Since we have been created to be as the creator is, then we are creators. Think of what that means. It is important to know how you feel at any point during your day. Check in with yourself and determine how you feel. DO NOT be afraid to acknowledge this feeling and determine its source.

To blame is a weakness fuelled by the very thing we are blaming or angry with. The angrier we get, the more power we give to it. Since power is connected to energy and energy can neither be created or destroyed, then the power has to come from somewhere. It does, from us, to the very thing we are angry at. Its funny that our old teaching ends up messing us up a little bit. You know the old saying, an eye for an eye, or those who live by the sword, shall die by the sword, and my personal favorite, fight fire with fire.

None of these really work in the long run. History tells us that in its glorious blood and guts detail. In the same way, this thing that you blame is also negative, and the energy you choose to fight it with is anger also negative. Can you see now how your anger only fuels the opposite of what you would like to accomplish? If someone upsets you, being angry or frustrated is the natural human reaction. You must allow this feeling for it has its own process. Deal with that as a separate issue. The longer you hold this anger, the tighter a hold it will have on you. Pretty soon it will become very difficult to release it. If experience has taught me anything, releasing it early while it is still young is so much easier. You are also fooling yourself if you think that you being angry is in any way bothersome to the person or thing you are directing it at. It is not, and never will.

Make sure that you know that you need to process these feelings as soon as they come up. The best way to begin the process is to not take the energy that you are being given, personally. There could be many factors why someone is giving you negative energy, and most of the time, it has nothing to do with you.

They are usually upset about something they have given their power to, and are looking for someone to dump this on to. A natural unthinking human reaction. They too, are being bombarded with negative energy from others. They DO take it personally and it grows and grows within them. That is, until it spills out because that are not dealing with it. SO you come along at the right time for them before the spillage. So you see, it is unfair of them to spill onto you and selfish of you to assume that it is yours.

Knowing this can help you dispel any negativity that comes your way. It takes a lot more energy and wastes a lot more time to be negative than it does to be positive.

So, you see, fighting fire with fire creates more fire. Id rather fight fire with water. Life is way too short for me to spend any of it being angry. I like to keep my power these days, rather than give it away. You give away your power each moment you are angry, and we have so little precious moments in this life. So make them count. When you are positive, your power grows.

Power, true power, can come from processed anger and rage. Rage and power defined create real power. Imaging channeling rage and anger into the power of healing and sending that back along the path that you are receiving the negativity. Try it once, as it is refreshing and EMpowering.

All text copyright (c) 2006 Martin Jordan

The Dung Beetle!

Welcome

I was reminded by my teachers that we, as a race, are really not as smart as we like to think we are. (And it isn't a race...) That's cool though, because we are here on this planet to learn. While most of us realize that and move into that energy, I was also asked to understand that there are others out there that really spend a lot of their lives spinning their wheels. This is really because of the decisions that they make and their refusal to use the useful information that is coming from the universe to ease their path. The information to heal is out their now, this information is available. The ones that refuse to move and like to stay in their s**t, known as "dung" from this point forward, need to wake up.

These are the dung beetles among us






As you can see, like the person that processes the same stuff in their lives over and over and over again, the dung beetle ends up with a big pile of it. It pushes it around and around and around all day long. I realized also that the dung isn't its own. It belongs to other animals, but the dung beetle will defend its dung if it feels it is threatened. If this dung is taken from it, then it will start over and find a new ball to build and push around all day. It appears never to get tired with this dung and will roll it as long as there are hours to roll it. Lightworkers take note. Does any of this resonate with you? This is not their own dung! It belongs to others. Unlike the dung beetle you have a choice; push your dung around or let it go. The dung beetle doesn't have a choice, for that is its destiny. You, on the other hand do not have this experience as a destiny, yet you go through your life as if it is your destiny. LET THE DUNG GO, it's not yours.

It's not a game any more. There are no medals for the person that has the biggest dung-ball. There is no Olympic category for this event and you can not trade it in for anything useful like air miles or points and prizes. So, you see, as you "process," make sure you have a clear goal in your mind as to where you want to be and how you want to end up. Honor the fact that you have the ability to accomplish this task and that this is the will of the universe for you. Grit your teeth, push forward and let the dung go.

Blessings Anam Chara

A Rant for my Peeps

Just so you know

This is for everybody out there that know who they are. This will offend some, make some cheer, and others will read it with the emotion that I write it in. You see I don't care how it is received, just that it is received.
I have been bombarded lately with the Chronic Lightworker Syndrome, CLS. Those people that are gung-ho for their spirituality but are so afraid of their own shadow that they refuse to get out of their own way. They won't do anything to better their own lives and refuse to do anything to help those that are fighting the good fight.

"It's hard."
"I can't."
"You don't understand."
"I'm processing again."
"I'm detoxing again."
"I hate my life!"

I'm okay with that. No, I really am, even though this is the umpteenth time you have worked on the same thing. Each to his own program, and each at his/ her own pace, but quit asking for advice when you are not willing to do anything with it. The stuff I have learned, and the knocks I have taken are important to me. I know what I had to do, and because of that I know what works and what doesn't work.

If you sit in your s**t long enough, you will, at some point, not smell it anymore. That is sad. Sad but true for many people that should be doing great things with their lives. What happens is that they get so frustrated with their own lot in life, that they forget that they can support the others that need it that are in the front-lines. Instead, they get jealous and do nothing. The bad energy in their lives begat more bad energy. For things to change, you need to change.

Due to the way things have been going lately, I have a message for some, not all, of the Lightworkers out there. To those of you that are still complaining about technology, it's not going away. Just like the garbage in your life, it will stay as it is until YOU change it. Cyber Spirit is here to stay and most of us are on it's wave-length. I have seen you on various boards complaining about how you life is going and it's funny to me that you are able to do that each time you need it. I guess you could call that selective cybering. Go to a major computer store and pay the $40.00 for a lesson. Send email, receive email, update your website. You say it is difficult and hard for you to get around because you are "not in that dimension." Well here goes, connect with the quartz in the computer and the vibration of the system, and really, do any of you remember Atlantis or even Lemuria.

There will be more such rants like this as the research comes in. Stay tuned for my next rant on relationships and the ones that can't get them. If you want to comment on this entry, please feel free. If you post anonymusly, it will be deleted. Why? Well it's my Blog and it wasn't written anonymously. I am here to help.

Blessings Anam Chara

Soldiers and The IRA - Part 1

I am apt to telling stories. Long, interesting ones. My wife and friends used to call them lies, but they are merely embellishments, and if I am to go down for something, I am going down remembered. You know the kind of thing, "You lying B*****d! You tell a great story." I am up for that. A story from my childhood does come to mind though.

I lived in a nice little neighbourhood called Shantallow in Derry Northern Ireland. I grew up in the time of the troubles, an interesting time for all concerned. Shantallow was in the thick of it with wanting to relieve itself from British Tyranny, or some such other grand notion. I had an interesting time there and most of these stories will revolve around my time there growing up with the natives.

One particular day, my friends an I were playing a friendly game of "Soldiers and IRA men" A game similar to Cowboys and Indians without the hooting, hollering and Texas accents. Well the idea of the game was for the soldiers to stay put, and the IRA to run like hell and hide somewhere in the neighbourhood. You know, like the Indians running up into the hills. a contingent of soldiers, know as Squadies or foot patrol would then go and look for them.

In my neighbourhood it was like pulling teeth trying to get someone to join the soldiers team, but that was just the way we were. As the IRA, we would put on our masks and sunglasses, take what meager weapons we were given, and hide.

One particular game, I was captured. I was talking with Elizabeth, God was she cute. I didn't see a friend, Paul sneak up behind me. Damn, a woman's love gave me away. She said she would visit me, and would wait until I got out. All good stories have an essence of this I think. WIthout so much as a name rank and seriel number, I was dragged back to head-quarters for full interrogation. Head-quarters was my friends back yard. I was dragged in, and to my dismay I discover that I was the only one caught. On the upside, it meant that my comrades where still out there fighting the good fight and upholding the cause.

"Where are they?" Sargeant Smith, Paul, asked me
"Who?" I replied indignantly.
"The rest of your unit."
"I don't know."
"Where are they?"
"I'm tellin' ye I don't know. They left me behind."

At this point, my other friend Michael comes over with a baton under his arm, like a high ranking officer. Well it was a piece of wood rather than a baton. One of the pieces we kept to use as a drum stick when we formed the band to play the Wembley Arena in Michaels back yard on the weekend.

"I am Captain Jameson." Michael said. He took the name right from the bottle of the same name. "We can ask you nicely or beat this out of you."
"Beat... what... me?" I said sounding pretend scared.

He started tapping the baton on his hand.
"Nice touch." I thought, he really knows his Captains.

Meanwhile, Paul, or Sargeant Smith had a weapon of his own. He made it himself and was really pleased with it. It consisted of a broken mop handle with a heavy piece of rubber taped to the top of it. He walked over to me also tapping the weapon in his hand.

"I'm gonne ask ye one more time. Where are they?" He said
"Are ye fekking deef, I tole ye I donnow." I replied

Soldiers and the IRA - Part 2

I guess they weren't impressed with my ability to keep my mouth shut. When you are a child and you play games like this, you really get into it and take them so seriously. Next thing I know, Paul swings the stick at me in an effort to forcibly extract the answer. (We played the way we saw it.) The rubber protective piece flew off into the air, and the stick part stayed with him. Down it came right onto the side of my neck. Im thinking, Even if I did know where the hell they were, your chances of getting that information just went down to zero. I thought we were friends, but a re-think is in order.

This brought tears to my eyes, which I spent the next five minutes repressing, because I didnt want to appear to be unsportsmanlike or a big cry-baby. After five minutes though, I couldnt keep from crying because there was the pain thing that seemed to start in my neck and move down my body. Oh yeah, I started swearing also, and telling Paul of the useful places I was going to put the stick once I could move from the fetal position I had assumed on the ground.

He was extremely upset and was almost crying himself. He couldnt apologize enough, but it put an end to my participation in the game. Both of my captors stopped at that point and we eventually went home. We didnt bother to tell the rest of the lads though, so it was a while before they figured it out. They were still wandering around the estate hiding from a foot patrol that would never come. Funny really now that I think back on it.

It was a while before I played that game again, and the next time we introduced some safety precautions. Yeah, we also forbade Paul to ever use anything that might at some point be used as a weapon. I had a lot of notoriety though the next few weeks showing off the wound to people, the girls in particular, but that is another story.

There were several versions of that story circulating amongst the lads in the neighbourhood with varying degrees of bravery and thuggery. Ah a childhood in Northern Ireland.

Just so you know

This is for everybody out there that know who they are. This will offend some, make some cheer, and others will read it with the emotion that I write it in. You see I don't care how it is received, just that it is received.

I have been bombarded lately with the Chronic Lightworker Syndrome, CLS. Those people that are gung-ho for their spirituality but are so afraid of their own shadow that they refuse to get out of their own way. They won't do anything to better their own lives and refuse to do anything to help those that are fighting the good fight.

"It's hard."
"I can't."
"You don't understand."
"I'm processing again."
"I'm detoxing again."
"I hate my life!"

I'm okay with that. No, I really am, even though this is the umpteenth time you have worked on the same thing. Each to his own program, and each at his/ her own pace, but quit asking for advice when you are not willing to do anything with it. The stuff I have learned, and the knocks I have taken are important to me. I know what I had to do, and because of that I know what works and what doesn't work.

If you sit in your s**t long enough, you will, at some point, not smell it anymore. That is sad. Sad but true for many people that should be doing great things with their lives. What happens is that they get so frustrated with their own lot in life, that they forget that they can support the others that need it that are in the front-lines. Instead, they get jealous and do nothing. The bad energy in their lives begats more bad energy. For things to change, you need to change.

Due to the way things have been going lately, I have a message for some, not all, of the Lightworkers out there. To those of you that are still complaining about technology, it's not going away. Just like the garbage in your life, it will stay as it is until YOU change it. Cyber Spirit is here to stay and most of us are on it's wave-length. I have seen you on various boards complaining about how you life is going and it's funny to me that you are able to do that each time you need it. I guess you could call that selective cybering. Go to a major computer store and pay the $40.00 for a lesson. Send email, receive email, update your website. You say it is difficult and hard for you to get around because you are "not in that dimension." Well here goes, connect with the quartz in the computer and the vibration of the system, and really, do any of you remember Atlantis or even Lemuria.

There will be more such rants like this as the research comes in. Stay tuned for my next rant on relationships and the ones that can't get them. If you want to comment on this entry, please feel free. If you post anonymusly, it will be deleted. Why? Well it's my Blog and it wasn't written anonymously. I am here to help.

New at anumcara

We have 3 new teleclasses coming up in which Karen Montano and I will be speaking about our upcoming England workshop on Regression, Cellular Release and Intuitive Development. Let us know that you are interested by signing up for it at Free Teleclass

We are almost down to the final stages with Connie's new book as well. Thank goodness. So for now I leave you with an excerpt from the book:

"Other than the fact that I was hounded to death to do it in the first place, there are many other reasons for doing this book. My intent for this book is to put the “Light” back in Lightworker, and the “Fun” back in dys-functional. As Lightworkers, we tend to be a serious bunch. In order to keep being a Lightworker we need to make laughter a part of our healing arsenal.

You will notice that there are a few sayings and ex-pressions from the UK, primarily because my editor and “Ghost writers” are from the there. If you do not notice these things, then don’t worry, it just means you have an eclectic circle of friends.
For any of you “muggles ” who might have acciden-tally picked up this book wondering “What the… Who the…” please approach with caution and an open mind. It is my intent again that this book be able to open you up to the endless possibilities of your own spiritual gifts. This is also an attempt to de-mystify this world I like to call “the paranormal.”

It is also my hope that this book also reaches the hands of those of you that are having similar experi-ences but thought you were crazy. This book is de-signed to help you understand that you are crazy, but there is a whole family like you, out there. Come join us

After all, we are Spirits having a human experience, not humans having a Spiritual experience."

Blessings
Anumcara

New Book

Hey All

We are finally publishing Connie's new book. It's aptly entitled "So these two dead guys walk into a bar..." A wonderful and extremely funny journey through her life as a stand-up comedienne and the weird and funny side of mediumship and the psychic world. Check her our at awitchywoman.com and check our her blog at So These Two Dead Guys...

Thanks and Blessings

Martin

Here you go

Try this on for size. I channeled this some time ago.

The “Who I am.”

I see the light beyond the moon
In a wet and distant land
Growing brighter night by night
I feel its’ heat from where I stand

It passes through an unseen wall
As though it wasn’t there
And explodes upon the darkness
Some people come to stare

It picks up speed and travels on
Bearing down toward my space
Growing larger by the hour
I feel its warmth upon my face

I look around and no-ones there
Yet I feel not so alone
Now I feel the light upon me
And I feel the Spirits grown

As I gaze into the light
I see a familiar soul
Yet much stronger than I remember
I see myself complete and whole

Now I reflect on who I am
I’ve one place left to go.
That could complete the other me
To help me as I grow

This is coming soon I feel
After the rains are done
When all the blooms are new again
And my weeds are on the run

My mind is open, my spirits sharp
I will know when times descend
The other thing for which I seek
Is just around the bend

So I will sleep and dream of it
And in meditations calm
I will see these other things
That will complete the “Who I am.”

Wolftone

Back from Orlando

Ah, what a great experience. It's great to be selfish sometimes to take care of oneself, which is exactly what I did. When you are selfish of the heart and not the head you can accomplish much. Connie, my wife, and I had a great time connecting with our friends and got to see Meg Jordan, Global Medicine headhunter, and Robert Wagner again. It was fantastic.

I came home to a computer that didn't work though, but after whining and taking a few deep breaths, trusting in faith it came back online. Man, old patterns and old lessons creep in. The reason they do this is so that we know that we have already gotten the lesson, not necessarily to do it over and over again. I so get that now, and it is amazing. Give it up for DNA and cellular memory.

Well I will post more tomorrow - a venting we will go, a venting we will go, Etc.

Off to Orlando

Off to Orlando for the weekend to see some old spiritual friends. I think I will turn myself off this weekend as far as seeing the dead people, but leave myself open to anybody that needs a reading or a coaching session. Maybe I will sell some CDs. That's what I would really like to do.

Well here is the thought for today. I pulled it off of my own website..... I still haven't tired of it.

"May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past. "

Very sweet and very true.

See ya later