New Mexico Enchantments

The journey to Taos was lovely, sweet, gentle. After spending a lovely night with Kirsten's amazing parents near Seattle where they warmly welcomed Simon and I, we camped in a KOA in Pendleton OR, then spent 1/2 a night in a Walmart parking lot in Jerome, Idaho. That was interesting! Not bad at all, just the truck is so packed that I had to put Simon outside. I bundled him up in coats with his bed and an extra pillow. I'm sure he was like "Laura, I DO have FUR you know!" Then I slept in his spot in the truck with the truck door open to see and hear him...more for my peace of mind than his no doubt! Then we spent a night in Rawlins Wyoming. It was hilariously windy while trying to set up my huge 10 x 10 tent. I'm sure the RV folks (I was the only tent until some bikers showed up later) were delightfully entertained. I got 'er up tho! With all my heart asked the Wind Being if she might calm for the night, remembering the story of The Alchemist. I don't know my heart's request had an effect, but the winds calmed straight-away.

I had a couple of miracle conversations during stops along the way. People saying exactly what Spirit knew would warm my heart on this journey, and also witnessing that which says to please keep sharing about the dreamtime and Love because there is still so much weariness and wariness in the world-mind. Traveling is always a powerful reminder of how much I love adventure and for what circumstances have me feeling safe and/or over protective of our bodies and/or belongings. I never felt unsafe ever. I just witness my mind deciding what feels safe and when to be more mindful. I strive to remind myself to holding a loving vibration no matter what. We all just want to feel safe. It's so simple to see how the heart is sweet and fear comes in and to remember than I am/we are held no matter what happens~

Here in Arroyo Hondo (7 miles north of Taos) I arrived to a beautiful setting, a lovely, adobe home on a hillside overlooking valley and surrounded by the Taos mountains. The flatmates, Kirsten, Andrew and Gordon are gorgeously kind. They gave me my own room and no expectation for rent unless I decide to remain in October (they may rent the room before October, but I am able to use it until then or Oct 1 and Kirsten has offer her floor in any case). Such generosity brings private tears of gratitude and relief. My sense is that I will head farther south, Santa Fe or Albuquerque very soon. I need income profoundly, yet feel held and witnessing the fear energetics that come up inside my mind-body and allowing them to pass through...remaining as much as possible in a tender space. Complete surrender as much as I can. One of the flatmates is British sounding...he's actually got an American mother and a Chilean father. He spent his first 30 years in the U.K. and then in Italy living at his father's vineyard near Tuscany he holds the delightful supernatural gift of the hilarious Brit wit...a special gift of grace due to my laughter addiction.

We've all been cooking together in the evenings. One flatmate spends time at an organic farm, an old hippie commune he says. Being fall, the harvest is abundant. It's lovely to have fresh organics after traveling. Simon's enjoying the freshies too!

My bedroom is southfacing and has it's own door to the outside. I've been rising at sunrise, which are stunning, and sunsets equally so since we are relatively high on the hillside. The night skies are beautiful enough to weep. I slept in the tent next to the house a couple of nights ago and awoke to Orion rising in the east and sparkling beyond amazing! He felt "activated". This morning I saw a cloud heart in the sky. I have no idea what is to come. The unfolding.

Simon is doing well. Now that we've been here a few days, our bodies are adjusting. Coming to dry and high from low and moist! Always a grand adventure! I am tan without trying to be, and Simon's just beautiful wherever he is.

Thinking of you and your adventures! Send news of your discoveries and adventures.

Taos Bound Travelogue #1

Greeting Most Holy One! As You-of-the-Holy-One know, Simon and I are about to embark on an adventure to the Southwest. Taos, New Mexico per invitation of an angel.

The heart's desire is to continue working with children, animals and grown-ups sharing about our Divine Radiance and to share the peace-restoring message that only Love is real. Yay! This is the coolest mission on earth, especially since so many all over our Blue Sphere are waking up...yipeeeee!...realizing every moment that all that seems less than perfect peace is a confusion easily forgiven when recognized for an oops-a-daisy. All hurt is self-hurt, but in truth, nothing real can ever be truly harmed! Yepper...cause we ain't these timely, spacely, travelin' holographically temporary dreamin' body-vehicles of ours...We are DIVINE LIGHT! We're gettin' it. All that is not perfect peace and joy is a dream, albeit a very, very, very, very, very real feeling one - because we are powerful creatures! Holy Golden Bananas! Bat Girl! Our Mind is the Mind of God...would God give us anything less that God's Best Gift. Nope! Nada! Zippo! Of course, this message of the dream has been shared for thousands of years, but as we are really adept creative-dreamers, it's taking some time to breathe it in...deep cleansing, wakin' sparklin' rainbow of the golden color spectrum breath...

Thankfully, our own heart-mind and realms and Beings of Light seen and unseen call to us from within and around One, ever ready at the helm to remind us that we are already and always actually in an eternal state of bliss, ecstasy, peace and joy unimaginable from our present dreaming state! Of course, our own heart and such Beings cannot interfere with our free will to not be at peace, but our heart and they are always there. Present and ready at the helm. Pretty incredible, eh? Way better than sci-fi (and I love sci-fi!). We are awakening to our Divine Radiance and realizing more every day that we never actually left paradise. Each time we extending Love, we extend Love's Perfect and Perfectly Loving Creation.

So for Laura and Simon's dream...yesterday...completely unexpected as Light and Love would have it...I was gifted to spend an afternoon with an amazing family with a 10-year old Lightworker (autistic child), who continued to confirm that this is indeed the path of paths. What did he pull out...his collection of photos of the cosmos! Either this child is psychic, knowing photos of the cosmos melt my heart, or he's family. I am quite sure he's both. This youthful-ancient being proceeded to quiz his human mother regarding the contents of the photos...it appeared to her and I that he knew exactly what they were photos of. He was simply checking to see if we knew. (We were a little less than certain of the human names for many of the photos, but he was an easily forgiving instructor, never correcting. Only enjoying the game.)

Turns out, this angel's mother has spent the last 5 years gently playing, teaching and learning with her son after training with the Son-Rise (trademarked) program at the AutismTreatmentCenter.org in Massachusetts. This miracle treatment center helps parents understand the extremely healing and joyful value of entering the multi-dimensional world of the autistic angel's world rather than asking them to enter our mind's cosmically veiled world. These sacred beings naturally begin to open more to our world, when we enter theirs first. Light bulb! Who doesn't love to be seen and honored just for being exactly who they are! Simon rocks on being seen and, admittedly, so do I. And I sure hope you feel our love! That you would even read this blog! I Love You for that! Thank you for shining your Radiant Light that Never, Ever, Ever Dims!

I've been saying temporary bye-byes to sacred friends, equine and human. It is bitter-sweet to depart once again...so many loving souls. For the last few days, I've been taking care of a beauty horse named Bella...the same name as my new niece born in the spring ('ceppin her name is spelled with one "l" and means flower in Punjabi. Bela, the baby human angel's mommma, is of East Indian Blood and it was her name before being adopted into an American family at a very young age.) In fact, the name Bella is everywhere in my world these days...it also means beauty.

Miracles are coming in all directions, through family, friends and souls unknown to me (in this life anyway!).

Well, I had better dash off the remaining earthly logistics of road trippin'. Tomorrow I will be staying with the parents of the dear friend I am meeting in Taos. They are school teachers/counselors, and I look forward to hearing their stories, wisdom and our collective gushing about their daughter. (I'd use names, but I'm always the concerned one about privacy and permissions :O) And you, Holy reader of this blog, are also one I gush about. Don't doubt it! So, for the more adventurous of you...by all means, insert YOUR name where I leave off names.

I would love to hear from you via email or give a ring! 360.319.7761.

You are Light. Thank you for Existing, for Shining, and for reading this!

Love,

Laura, Simon, Pegasus, Mouse and Drum (and lots of others)

http://forgivingthedream.com

The Poop Wave - An Extension of Love?

Okay, so lately I've been really feeling the Love, the magnetics in my heart and that permeate all life. Quite the ride. I can see why folks get put in the looney bin. In this state, I am simply, almost unconsciously, wanting to connect with everyone in the least of ways...

My state of wanting to connect often comes in strongly during neighborhood walks with Simon the Sniffer. Here I am lolly gagging along...me still too often reminding myself to slow down and remember this is Simon's walk and I'm blessed to be here, and that he well deserves this slit of "Simon wander time" each day. Indeed, I think to my self, "What a concept Laur! Just stand here. Do nothing. Simply Breathe in Peace and Radiate Love. Hmmmm..." I giggle about how often my mind is into the next this or that thought...when loving is enough. I giggle even more when I remember it is always from the loving space I'll receive a clearer prompt for filling the active times in helpful ways. Goodness. I am getting it, but 47 years of this "emptying the cup of busy mind" is quite the ride!

Any who...so as I reach to connect with folks in this feeling the love space on the walks, the most frequent gestures to extend are the friendly hello and/or a happy wave. Thing is, because I have the Si-Master's lead in one hand, it's the poop carrying hand that ends up doing the waving! I usually giggle when this happens, yet the thought has flooded into my mind more than once that such a poo-carrying gesture might seem a little weird and, perhaps, even be a punishable offense in some paradigms, far more offensive than shaking hands with the same hand that wipes the bum! Then, thankfully, the thought quickly rushes in...it's the intention Laur! It's the intention! You're extending Love! (I remember also that I can always check with my heart before waving to see if a verbal exchange might be more appropriate at times.)

Oodles of blessings on all our meandering acts of extending love that may be just a little or a whole lot misunderstood. I remind myself as often as I can that we all always extending Love, even when we're scared and it doesn't look like we're extending love. I get scared a lot still, even during a lifetime of learning to entrain my heart and mind only to the Light! And more and more, I remember that my heart and your heart and Source never wishes for our unhappiness. I can always choose again inside my heart for peace and reach out and/or in...in kindness to see the Light in me and in you.

We're all sweet and sometimes a little confused, just trying to find the joy-balance for loving one's self and loving what here inside the dreamtime of temporary amnesia of Oneness. Shakepeare's, "We are all actors on the stage." Divine Radiance having an experience of form and part-time forgetfulness of our inalterable Divine Radiance. I hear, "Laur, your in an elaborate play that has gotten a bit muddled, but we're making the system repairs! All is well. All is well. Just remember you truly meet you in every encounter. How do you want to be treated Laur? Just do that. It's enough. Let the rest be what it is."

Then I ask, would I mind the poop wave?

Nope, not one bit.

Thank you for your existence and for being the perfect mirror.

Your temporary other,
Laura

A Dog's Nose Knows

Greetings, most heavenly reader! As you know, like many of you, I share about Oneness and peace and harmony and the somewhat split-mind of humanity - that part of us remembers deeply our Radiant Beauty and Divine Light, and part of us feels broken, alone and unworthy (and/or believes that someone else is). The split part is waking up but it's taking some "time!" Whew! The dreamtime is a very strange place! Thankfully, we're increasingly understanding that in Truth we are perfect and only our own mind's lack of peace and harmony is what is causing all the dismay (not the other way around as we used to think. Thank goodness for common sense and quantum scientists!).

All righty then! How does Laura make this information practical for her life? Well, today I was out walking with Simon, my beloved canine companion. We walk well together. He is an ancient sage who graciously, yet determinedly, slows me down when he senses my busy mind. Likewise, he speeds us up when he senses I am once again present in the moment. Rarely is Simon demanding, but he is profoundly clear in his communication. That he is a far more conscious and super-conscious being than I is fact. This afternoon, we were walking through the park on the way back to the house. I spotted my favorite rose bush and wanted to sniff the last of the white roses, so I started moving in the direction of the bush. As it turned out Simon was deeply occupied sniffing in a delightfully sniff-worthy area. In fact, he often keeps us lingering at this particular stop. I felt the temptation to give a slight tug on his leash...to get my way. I wanted to sniff that rose, I thought. I needed to smell its enlivening, yet peaceful fragrance. And, after all, Simon had been sniffing all along our route. Yet, something stopped me from "the tug." Before I realized what was happening, I had asked my heart what felt appropriate, and the thought flooded into my mind that, other than this walk and perhaps a few ball tosses during the day, Simon waits and watches and protects his pack - me - all day and all night. Silently. Without complaint. (Though I won't go so far as to say without opinion.) This was his time, and I was flooded with gratitude for him and for his presence and the wisdom and gentleness (and opinions) he offers daily. I realized that I could indeed wait happily for a sniff of the white rose whilst Simon sniffed invisible, yet clearly doggedly delicious scents. Come to think of it, the scent of a rose is also quite invisible. Here's to trusting invisible Love and its visible results.

Peace and Joy and Giggles and Delicious Scents Be With You!

Laura

Moving Gracefully Through Upsets

I am a quantum forgiveness coach who began from childhood searching for answers for why suffering/discomfort exists and why I couldn't remember where I came from before being born. (Amnesia and that suffering is meant to be a natural part of life just didn't make intuitive sense to me, as it hasn't made sense to many who have undertaken a search for cause/enlightenment.) I now share about the split-mind or the "dreamtime of the mind" of humanity as describe in A Course in Miracles and ancient teachings, from native teachings to the oldest Zen poem. There are many tools available to help us enlighten the split-off part of the mind. Here is one I found utterly transformational:

Fear/resistance/upset in the mind is not real, but it is part of our separation consciousness (here in the dreamtime we get to play at "being independent of One"). Therefore fear/upset is actually only strong at the beginning of the sensation, but that if we don't pay attention to it and simply allow the waves of discomfort to pass through us, they dissolve because without our attention (our God-power) they simply cannot survive. The implication of this information is tremendous, especially for children, but for all of us. I'm an adult, so I'm a bit more hardwired towards believing my fear/discomfort, but I'm learning to pay it no mind! What is being discovered is the young ones can be helped to recognize that all upsets in grown-ups and in children are not nearly so real as our ego/fear-mind loves to have us believe. The key piece - and this is HUGE - is that a child, just like a grown-up, needs to feel very safe and honored to even consider such an idea. In other words, we need to have our experience of discomfort honored and validated and not be judged or criticized for it as being silly or unimportant no matter what our age. We need to recognize, as A Course in Miracles so clearly states, that all upsets and resulting behaviors are a call for Love. If we do not honor our experience here inside separation consciousness the split-psyche/the fear in our mind rebels, at least until a student understands what is occurring. The split-off psyche simply goes into believing the fear rather than the Light, and either consciously and/or unconsciously, feels unsafe, or as it if won't exist if it doesn't "feel" itself, even if the feeling is upset, or that we or someone else doesn't matter or is wrong or broken. In Truth, only Light remains when we allow the fear in our mind to come up and dissolve as the nothingness that it is.

We're getting it. The more we focus on the Light, the more we are waking up.

http://forgivingthedream.com

To Individualize Me (T.I.ME)

That's how I woke up one recent morning whilst camping with Simon (shall I mention we were camping in the yard of the home where we live?). To Individualize Me, a seed the angels planted in my sleepy mind of the-meaning-behind-the-meaning of the word "time." Angels are never not clear. I'm wondering who's smiling more deeply at the light bulb going on in my mind, God or the Angels. (Of course there ain't no real "outside God." Never has been, no matter what strange stories are told. Yet, from my vantage here inside T.I.ME, it still kinda works to have labels for the Inner beings that warm and gently crack my heart wide open. Angels do thus for me.) "Finally," they're thinking, "She's comin' round." Still, I say with half-closed pleading eye, "Please place a few more of those moist cool cloths on my forehead, and even more please, don't leave my bedside! The ride ain't over yet."

Today I am loading and unloading. Moving boxes and boxes of books and gadgets and sundry lose items from my storage unit. Time for a garage sale. I longed (still do) to share the Love I feel, to reach the large mass of humanity that still rushes and still hates and still thinks there's value there. That thinks to give is different than to receive. Fallacy. Pure fallacy, but we're free, so we're free to think what we want. I dug myself in deep thinking I was above the fray. Nope. Nada. My T.I.ME story is not wanting to trouble folks with my existence, which is the exact same as those who feel their existence is more meaningful than another's. I have some of that as well. Ah the ego. What a teaser. It's the exact same mind job. Greater than. Less than. Purely unscientific and leads ultimately to a bleak, dark road that isn't real, but it feels outrageously, stunningly real, and often, before the fall, feels quite and deceptively shiny. There's that free will thingy again. In Truth, no greater. No lesser. It's science, the rest is a dream. There is only One. When this child's mind decided to create a carbon copy of the blueprint of Truth a long time ago, it didn't work out too well. But the child of T.I.ME is learning, and, gratefully, those who do not sleep outside T.I.ME never stop tickling us under the nose with their feathers.

My new nickname is Divine Blueprint Chucker but I Want It Backer. I am grateful that I don't know what will happen next. Increasingly grateful. Every time I think I have a clue, I'm wrong. Just Love. That's all I hear. Inside T.I.ME love. Just Love. All are perfect. All are good. All are whole and innocent. Trust the flow. Trust where the light is shining for me, and all is perfect as it is. Without exception. Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists.* The carbon copy is dissolving. We are remembering we are Perfect Love's Perfect Prayer. More releasing to let God show me that's true.


*Quote from introduction to A Course in Miracles