Crisis to Christed – a love story

This article was written in March of 2011. Japan still needs our love and awareness of the truth of the situation.

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Like many people in the global community, I have been keeping myself informed of the multiple difficulties facing the people of Japan following the earthquake, tsunami and the nuclear crisis. In this dismantling and clearing of old energies they are surely bearing tremendous loss. Yet, in the face of this upheaval, the courageous individuals in Japan are showing the rest of the world what it means to rise into Christed consciousness. Let’s join them….

Walking down the country road as I usually do, my heart felt into the blessings of the crisp spring day. When I took a detour it became anything but usual. Soon my ears became attuned to the marvelous sound of a nearby stream. How welcome it was, this distinct sound of nourishment unthawing into movement, layers flowing into each other like slabs of liquid shale, and small, sudsy waves unfurling at the embankments. In the background, trees were alive with the cackles, whistles and chirps of huge flocks of birds. I felt so grateful. Everything was naked and clean, only the occasional pop can or gum wrapper revealed itself from under the melting snow.

devastation in Japan

‘Earthquake and Tsunami Japan’

It was then that I began to imagine, let my mind take me into thoughts of my neighbours half a world away. They were having a very different experience than I was this day. To simply read the news and view the pictures still felt somewhat detached. I asked myself if I really grasped their trials. I called upon my senses to bring me into full appreciation for Japan’s plight. This was a conscious meditation. I began to see the gentle, low-level waters swiftly rise from soothing lapping waves to a thunderous wall of fierce power, pushing everything out of its path and redesigning the landscape, unabashedly claiming its territory. The ordinarily immoveable trucks parked nearby were tossed aside, their tonnage insignificant. The sturdy houses to my right crumbled, and wooden barns were torn into floating boards and beams, cracked and splintered like twigs. My mind flashed to the images I had seen of Sendai. The aerial photos had seemed surreal; it seemed that I had been looking at patches of grass and matchsticks with toy cars strewn in haphazard play. I let me eyes adjust to that much debris. Of course, the fields around me were now mud. I saw shattered electronics, vegetables, sweaters, pots and pans, family pictures and hairbrushes all swirled together in one big pile of chaos. Those precious items that represented family, hard work and purpose were reduced to just things. Without their functionality, those items that were just things became useless trash. I smelled the rotting food and spilled waste that would surely arise after a few days.

I walked further. It was cold outside but I was dressed in layers, protected. I took off my gloves and hat to sink into my vulnerability and expose myself to the elements. I reminded myself that my choices were diminished. I felt the rumbling in my stomach signaling for food and water. How long could I wait? Meeting any dietary needs or having the luxury of eating to my taste for this or that was null and void. Supplements and medicines were likely washed away.

Then I allowed myself to travel to the darkest thoughts. The beloved horses in the barn were lying dead miles way or injured and alone. I would never again see some people that I knew. There were no goodbyes; friends and neighbours were simply gone without a trace. I persevered to walk in the shoes of a mother looking for her child. My heart grew heavy, the density now intensifying, tears welling.

I had chosen to feel all this despair and raw emotion. I touched my fear and their fears to become deeper compassion. And now I was called to hold it all in the Light. I breathed with all the energy swirling inside me. I let it be, witnessing its presence and enfolding it with acceptance. In just allowing, it dissolved. In the now spacious container, I called forth love, expanding it into my subtle energy bodies, until I radiated peace. There was no longer room for fear to take hold; I had raised crisis consciousness to Christed consciousness. When I opened my eyes I was thankful to be returned to my certainty; the solid road beneath my feet, buildings standing where I expected to see them, and my home assuredly a 30-minute walk away. Yes, this definitely was not Sendai, and I still didn’t really know which me would show up if it was.

I’ve been wondering about that because it was my privilege to read an inspiring letter from a woman in Japan. It’s one thing to imagine our lives turned upside down, with no order nor routine, no essentials, and no comforts. It’s another to experience it. Could we, would we, you and I, as neighbours, love as much as described here?………….

Things here in Sendai have been rather surreal. But I am very blessed to have wonderful friends who are helping me a lot. Since my shack is even more worthy of that name, I am now staying at a friend’s home. We share supplies like water, food and a kerosene heater. We sleep lined up in one room, eat by candlelight, share stories. It is warm, friendly, and beautiful.

During the day we help each other clean up the mess in our homes. People sit in their cars, looking at news on their navigation screens, or line up to get drinking water when a source is open. If someone has water running in their home, they put out a sign so people can come to fill up their jugs and buckets.

It’s utterly amazingly that where I am there has been no looting, no pushing in lines. People leave their front door open, as it is safer when an earthquake strikes. People keep saying, “Oh, this is how it used to be in the old days when everyone helped one another.”

Quakes keep coming. Last night they struck about every 15 minutes. Sirens are constant and helicopters pass overhead often.

We got water for a few hours in our homes last night, and now it is for half a day. Electricity came on this afternoon. Gas has not yet come on. But all of this is by area. Some people have these things, others do not. No one has washed for several days. We feel grubby, but there are so much more important concerns than that for us now. I love this peeling away of non-essentials. Living fully on the level of instinct, of intuition, of caring, of what is needed for survival, not just of me, but of the entire group.

There are strange parallel universes happening. Houses a mess in some places, yet then a house with futons or laundry out drying in the sun. People lining up for water and food, and yet a few people out walking their dogs. All happening at the same time.

Other unexpected touches of beauty are first, the silence at night. No cars. No one out on the streets. And the heavens at night are scattered with stars. I usually can see about two, but now the whole sky is filled. The mountains are Sendai are solid and with the crisp air we can see them silhouetted against the sky magnificently.

'Sailor is embraced by Japanese citizen after+delivering+supplies.'

‘Sailor is embraced by Japanese citizen after+delivering+supplies.’

And the Japanese themselves are so wonderful. I come back to my shack to check on it each day, now to send this e-mail since the electricity is on, and I find food and water left in my entranceway. I have no idea from whom, but it is there. Old men in green hats go from door to door checking to see if everyone is OK. People talk to complete strangers asking if they need help. I see no signs of fear. Resignation, yes, but fear or panic, no.

They tell us we can expect aftershocks, and even other major quakes, for another month or more. And we are getting constant tremors, rolls, shaking, rumbling. I am blessed in that I live in a part of Sendai that is a bit elevated, a bit more solid than other parts. So, so far this area is better off than others. Last night my friend’s husband came in from the country, bringing food and water. Blessed again.

Somehow at this time I realize from direct experience that there is indeed an enormous Cosmic evolutionary step that is occurring all over the world right at this moment. And somehow as I experience the events happening now in Japan, I can feel my heart opening very wide. My brother asked me if I felt so small because of all that is happening. I don’t. Rather, I feel as part of something happening that much larger than myself. This wave of birthing (worldwide) is hard, and yet magnificent.

Thank you again for your care and Love of me,

With Love in return, to you all,

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‘Love isn’t Love Until You Give it+Away’

I would like to think that, yes, we would be love. This letter is testament to our immense capacity for empathy and the deeper peace we can find in our unity. Love is powerful. When we know this, it is no surprise that despite our limiting programs, our religious shaming, and our instinct for self-preservation, our love can still find its way and thrive. We always have choice between love and fear, even in our darkest hours. In choosing love, we are never alone.

It’s understandable that world events will stir our emotions. There have been situations of this nature in the past, and each day countless individuals around the world are contending with suffering. There’s no question there will be changes in days to come. Nothing is permanent and nobody is exempt. Our lives are infinitely precious.

Living fully and staying out of fear is paramount, now and every momentary choicepoint ahead. Our ascension with Earth requires us to breathe with her and bravely feel our way through each enormous wave of our evolutionary awakening. Any time we find our fears attempting to shake us out of our centre, it is our responsibility, to all of mankind and all the beloved creatures in the Multiverse, to anchor love and be God Essence. Remember your Christos* Self; your love is infallible and your original blueprint is Divine.

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