19 November 2017

Squirrel as Teacher


:) one of "mine"
Today's Musing November 18, 2017:
       The Squirrel is such a great shamanic teacher. I am using the word "shamanic" to mean "energetic". Because, I have learned over the years of bird feeding that- every single time I focus my attention to the undesired behavior of the squirrel (I.E. hanging on the pegs of the seed feeder and just killin' it, like for 10 straight minutes!)- it just gets worse. The behavior of the squirrel gets more intense, as well as my bad feelings about it. Energetically, this serves no positive purpose except to remind me that I am a powerful creator of my experience and that wherever I focus my attention does become my experience here in this physical plane.
       You know what happens when I drop the window shade and focus on something that makes me feel centered, feel good in my body (because when I focus on things that are negative and in misalignment with my higher self/truth, divine light, love, truth- it actually causes acute physical discomfort and/or full on pain in my body-  immediately, and have to address it with expediency)- well, firstly, I feel better (incidentally, for the Sensitives out there, this can apply to any situation in which you know that you are being pulled out of alignment with your Self by any form of manipulations and confrontation dramas, likely brought to you by a negative soul, or the negative influences in your own person interacting with the negative influences on another positive soul), and second, the squirrel just goes away, literally.
       I have had other intuitive experiences with the squirrels that come to the feeding area here. One Being I had been able to communicate where their own personal dish was, and directed it to go eat there. I started with verbal direction, "Where's your dish?" The 'sh' sound in 'dish' is always heavily accented. The squirrel would turn its head towards the old tin square cake pan on the deck where I spooned a lump of 'squirrel chow'. I found that the words 'bowl, plate' and other words for an eating vessel were not effective. The 'sh' sound was effective. Eventually, we progressed to be able to make a connection to the energy field of the squirrel with my own projected mind-energy. I would 'drop' this 'mind-energy', like a ball (although it doesn't look like a ball, it doesn't have any look or form) down to the deck- and the squirrel would look after it! Then, it would look at me, and I'd say out loud, very gently, encouraging, "Go ahead." And It would climb down and go to the dish!

Little Blackie, 2014
       I have to say it's quite thrilling, in the fun way! I did hear a brief clip of Abraham talking about if you want to practice Intention, try a squirrel. I just wanted to share this experience, because humans treat them as such an annoyance but I feel such tenderness for them. They really are such frisky, sweet Beings- and they are hell-bent on getting what they want! That's quite an admirable trait. It is an occasional sad thing for me to see one of them dead in the road near my apartment, because I know that, "That was one of mine." Yes, I call them "mine". All my babies, still.       


HOW to *NOT Hit* a SQUIRREL in the road:
  1. Slow down, anyway in the first place and pay attention with your peripheral vision. Adopt the practice of extending your vision to the broader expanse of the road ahead of you when driving (see the great videos below  in the footer of this blog about "Wide Angle Vision").
  2. A squirrel's innate defense mechanism is to STOP, and stand motionless when they sense a predator approaching. A car is a giant metal predator, so is the human inside.
  3. Slow the car down and BEEP the HORN- it will startle the squirrel out of its automatic response mechanism- and it will retreat to the side of the road
Then, maybe the Squirrel Shaman will play with You, too!

17 November 2017

Being with the Plants, part three

2017 Just after my birthday in mid-July, my son and I were traveling back home from a visit with my mother. There's a little farm shed on the side of the road. It's self-serve. I've always been curious about that place. I'm feeling pretty frisky since my backseat is full of birthday loot and we got an epic road-trip on the horizon. It's a pretty fly-high moment. We're coming up on the self serve shed. I have to stop this time.
       I pull off the road into the one car wide horseshoe drive in front of the farm shed. Inside there's a cooler, various non perishables for sale, a cash lockbox, a video camera aimed at the cashbox, and a very large cooler. Inside, there's several sandwich bags stuffed with fresh herbs- 2 basil, 1 curly parsley- $1 ea. I buy all three and a beautiful cabbage for $2 and a recycled plastic tub of kale for $2, which was everything in the cooler! I'm feeling like the queen of the universe with all of these beautiful vegetables, and for these prices, too.
       We're all loaded up, and my son and I are having one of our lively debates about something. I'm sitting in the driver's seat, just sort of surveying all of the good fortune, moreover *fun*, that is being experienced. I decide it's time to keep on heading home.  What could be next? I put the car into drive and accelerate slowly, just peering down the long, very long driveway down to my left, for any cars... And there She is, in a tall stand of weeds boarding the driveway-

       Motherwort. In full flower. In mid July.
A big, fluffy substantial stand of it.
It looked like this patch is mowed back from the road on occasion. Whomever must have mowed it back at just the right stage of the Motherwort's growth to send her flowering cycle out one month! It just keeps getting better. I have my tincturing supplies in the car! My son is used to this. Out he pulls the tablet again. Mom's gonna' be a while. So thankful for this experience, for the medicine for the year. Yes, we get one shot to make our medicine for the whole year, 'till the next seasonal cycle.
       A similar thing happened just last week, which is what got me starting this whole posting to begin with. Because, one the things that I just get so tickled about is my ability to ID a plant on the side of the road while I'm driving. It's so much fun to know certain Plant Folk that well. People always say, "How do you know it's that?" Well... I just do. Like spotting the Ginko leaves on the ground while I was driving through town with my son to go on errands. And I had really, really wanted to make some Ginko tincture this year for my brain. But, it had just kind of slipped out of my ideas of what would be possible for me to get done this autumn. Then, I spotted the leaves! That time I had to get the vodka while we were out. No problem! They should be harvested when they're yellow anyway. Not the most perfect looking leaves, but their vital life force energy feels intact, and I am advised that the leaves will yield a medicinally robust preparation. I'm again, so thankful and looking forward to trying it.
Ginko biloba tincture for the year's use :)

15 November 2017

This! I Found It! The Illustration I was looking for.

November 13th
       I am SO excited! I found a GIF that illustrates exactly (well, without so much swaying as in the GIF) how I see it when a word shows itself to me as a form, how it occurs in my inner vision... You know, all that stuff that I described in the post "Fish Eye Effect". http://ursulacarrie.blogspot.com/2017/10/fish-eye-effect.html  Check it out!
I wish that I could now describe the feeling of completeness that this gives me, that I found an image to describe how I see things. I don't really feel like changing it in the post, though. I prefer to allow that moment in linear time to be what it is and was. But, funny how this didn't come up when I was looking for "bubbles" and the similar key word. I found this when I did a search for "glass shard gif". I think I found this while "off on a tangent"- you know how that goes.... Which leads me to another insight-
       I feel like those internet-search-tangents that we all get off into can really show up as the Universe's way of leading us on to significant pieces of information that we might need at that certain time to further their growth. Seriously. That's how I stumbled onto the Omega Institute's website late one night, applied for a scholarship on a whim and wound up in a weeklong workshop intensive where I found out that- I actually can- and do- channel!  Stuff like that, and like finding an image that helps me feel fuller in my Expression.
Top o' the morning to ya'
Have a nice day.
Or whatever kind of day that you want to have :)

13 November 2017

Being with the Plants, part two

       That's what I've been tapping around-
       The plants call out to me, just when I'm not expecting it. In harvesting season, if I have decided to work with the plants that year, I am always at the ready with the vinegar, or oil or tincturing supplies in the car. Many folks have driven past me, pulled off in some spot off the road, standing at my trunk or at the hood, basket on car, herbs spread out, a bottle of vodka at the ready. "What the hell is she doing?" some of their faces say. I actually like it when they stop to ask. I get to do an impromptu herb lesson!
       For a while, it felt like I had lost my love for these things. I hadn't consciously worked with the Plants, made medicine or anything, in several years. Making a plan or a harvesting schedule or goal had already become too stressful. The paper size of "to-do list" on my clip board had been steadily shrinking over the years as well as the number if items on each page/day. What I've realized that, like with all other processes in an Earth that is steadily progressing into the energetics of Higher Creation, that any relationship that I had with the plants and with myself as an herbalist would need some room to evolve, even in my own perception. A lot of what has needed to be addressed for me, in this subject area, was my attachment to the results. Before, as an herbalist, and running with nature's schedule, if I had set my mind to harvest certain plants for their medicine, I would rigidly and doggedly go about meeting these goals. In short, I would create stress around meeting my "needs" before nature dissolved the opportunity. Life sprouts, grows, flowers, fruits, withers and dies in a cycle that goes faster than maybe some of you have realized. But many of you do :)
cleavers

       Since last year, however, when I had decided that I needed to tincture some Cleavers, and the St. Johnswort, I found a renewed aspect of my work with Intention. I Intend what Plants that I need to find, explaining and clarifying for what purpose- and I let it go. I keep my eyes peeled when I'm out driving. I keep the plant medicine really loose in the back of my mind, even keep medicine making supplies in the car for just in case, but no where near the conscious mind- except for then I was so hung up on the Motherwort. You see how that was turning out. I'm going to round that story up, soon. {One of the things that I love about my relationship with various plants for the past 22+years is that I can see them on the sides of the roads while I'm driving, even at 50Mph. When I see them, I make a note in my car journal, what road, near what landmark. I might get back to it, in the right season.}
       One day early last summer {2016}, I was driving on an infrequently travelled back road, and I passed a sprawling patch of Cleavers. I passed it, then I pulled over. There was Yarrow growing in this little meadow, too. I was looking for that too this particular year. All of the swooshes of the Universe's multidimensional wand brought me into this moment. It is wonderful when this happens. This also occurred when I let go of my desperation this past summer for more Motherwort. Thank goodness that in letting go of this attachment to finding more of this plant, I also released all of the anguish and pain of that unfulfilled need/desire. That, of course, was helpful.
       {I probably shouldn't leave his part out, because it had a funny result at first: I asked the Motherwort Deva to help me to find her. I had to amend that request, because I was, in the days soon after making that request led to a very large lush stand of Motherwort- that was heavily diseased! So, then I asked to be led to a healthy, harvestable stand of Motherwort, to make medicine for use in the coming year.}
       part three... on 11/15

11 November 2017

Being with the Plants, part one

      
It never fails to delight me when I receive communication from the Plants. It makes sense to say that I've been fooling around with the Devic Kingdom of this planet since I was very young, in this lifetime at lease. I am certain, in uncertain terms however, that our relationship is sturdily woven into the fabric of how I experience myself as a Soul, in the long-run. The Elemental Earth Beings here are special.
       The dedicated study of plants and medicine, though, came online in my 3D experience about 23 years ago with my studies at Flynn's School of Herbology. Then, I found Robin Rose Bennett at the Open Center and was soon later told (by a friend of my godmother) about the teacher with whom I wound up staying for 13 years, Susun S. Weed. I wasn't interested at that moment. That chapter would begin some years later...
       I'll write about those years when it's safe to do so. Seriously. One thing I can say is, one of the very first phrases Susun said to me, when I got paired with her to go harvest plantain leaves for that day's workshop, "You seem to have a way with the plants. Why don't you apply for the scholarship for women of color, and come apprentice with me?" Perhaps it was somewhere in there, in that time, where I began to hear them speak and intuit their presence. I have and continue to enjoy the relationships with each Being of the Devic Kingdom/Plant Kingdom.
       So, that expressed, in the beginning of my solo practice (on my own, without my teacher) as an herbalist in the Wise Woman Tradition of Healing, I would set a harvesting schedule. This of course was in a bit of a different Time, the energetics of the world and mass-consciousness was different than it is now. And I, was a being- before soul realignment was even invented, before talk of 2012 and ascension, etc. My daily agenda was written on a legal-sized piece of paper, and that page was filled on every-other-line with a task for that day, each item which I slave-drove myself to cross off. That quality of activity was 'normal'. Now, there is a flow that imbibes all of the lovely qualities of that word.
       Here is the example which is the whole reason that I began this musing. There are certain plants, Green Allies, that I have been feeling like I need to tincture this year. Motherwort was one. Ginko was the other. I was actually a little too desperate for the Motherwort this year, as I'm in Menopause, and the night sweats had been kicking my ass earlier in the year. Motherwort, energetically as well as physically is also specifically healing and soothing  to the heart.
Motherwort
       So, of course, since I was so desperate to find Motherwort, I wasn't finding any. And it was June, already. Her flowering season is until the end of June. Depending upon the quality of the weather, you could squeak by and find some still in flower in early July, but it will only be the tippy top in flower, and that's really not enough. The flower must be amply represented in the tincture. And, for what I may require for the coming year, it is not cost effective to keep buying the preparation by the ounce in the health food store, not when I know that I could make it. {I'm currently buying Burdock root until I can locate a good first year plant, in a place where I will be able to dig it up after first frost. I've got that "put out there"...}
       June 21st. It's getting late. I'm definitely going to miss the St. Johnswort this year. Good thing I got some tinctured last year, and the old oil I made a few years back still is effective, so... I bought the vodka anyway and managed to find a tiny clumping of Motherwort on someone's unmowed section of lawn near the road. I got a tiny tincturing out of that, but I'm uncomfortable going there for more when I see cars there. I decided that I would need to live with and be thankful for what I did get. It's better than nothing. I decide to keep the basket of empty jars and the scissors and vodka in the car, though, in case I encounter another plant whose medicine we need this year... * (how I got those tinctures made, part two, on Monday 11/13)

09 November 2017

Musing on the 9th, women steadily on the rise?


5:31pm November 6, 2017
       I just heard and saw on the 5 o'clock news that an American woman, for the first time since 1977, has won the NYC Marathon. This is not insignificant, especially on the heels of the "Me Too" movement of just a few weeks ago. I'm writing all of this down, because I had such a strong feeling come over me that- this is supporting evidence for the Divine Feminine that is on the rise in this nation. I don't know why. I don't know when or how, so you can't mark your calendars. I'm just sharing the download.
       I've gotten curious, now and have Googled, "1977 women's history". The Wikipedia page has offered some interesting tidbits on the 1977 National Women's Conference https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1977_National_Women%27s_Conference , which is sending me straight to the Netflix series, "The Seventies" and episode 6 "Battle of the Sexes". https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Seventies_(miniseries) Check it out if you have a subscription to Netflix. (I'm not going to assume that everyone does.)
        It's been 40 years since the National Women's Conference. It may seem like more losses than gains sometimes, but long germinating, slow growing, deep rooting seeds were planted, the kind where the roots are twice or three times as deep as the plant is tall above ground. Each wave of progress and awakening gives support to the next phase, certainly as long as focus and a wide lens is maintained. 
       Here's another plant metaphor  [paraphrased] that Z. Budapest  once said, in one of her workshops twenty some odd years ago at the Wise Woman Center, 'the Goddess movement is like the dandelions- you mow us down, and we come back three times strong!'
       There'll be more on this topic.
             Did I already say that?

07 November 2017

Electing to Create out of Alignment

I am also being made aware of how powerful it is to create out of misalignment. It's one of those fish-eye-effect moments that I talked about before. I'm standing out in the living room, just now and it just pulled out of my third eye, "I'm creating out of misalignment." I'm talking misalignment with my higher self, my truth. I'm grasping because I (currently) am in alignment with fear. Personally, this fear-scare is a multilayer issue (but whose issues aren't). This is mass-consciousness, also. We are all one in the "field". The energy of fear is thickly sprinkled and coated amongst the masses*, whose group consciousness is being groomed through seemingly random acts of "terror", for the bobbing to the surface of political policies meant to further oppress in the guise of "protection". Pull back, see the whole thing, as much as you can.
       The vibrational coherence of hope and positivity, which was given solid birth unto the mass-consciousness in 2012, which was supported by the energetic environment created by the first family of the light (i.e. the Obamas), now experiences the spears of anger of a power that has been (instead of "the powers that be"- they been!), who programs and controls and enslaves through fear. Wasn't it so wonderful to have that energy "The vibrational coherence of hope and positivity" on both sides of the timeline to buffer this transition point, setting up the "we can do it" vibe for four years before 2012, including that year itself, since we're talking the end of that year, and for four years after to carry it through. When the last year of the hope-administration was coming up, did anyone else feel a little bit of dread creeping over their consciousness like an afternoon shadow? I thought you did. Did all of our dread bring it on? We could speculate on a whole host of self blaming factors...
       But, you know what? Dracs don't give up that easily. Why would you expect them to? There's a few tricks up the sleeve. They're not going to lose this place without putting up a stink. A "stink" would be nice. It is much worse, but you watch the news. And then, your heart is broken, you doubt the existence of a god, your faith wavers, your connection to divinity is temporarily shorting out, then fear, maybe for some anger, creeps in where good feelings were. *It is the sprinkles the dark ones crave in the air. It must be absolutely delicious for them. You probably should turn the news off, focus on something positive. Let "them" accuse you of living in a bubble. This is how Power is attended to, nurtured, cultivated. You can still do it while living "in society", practice your superpowers. Except, these powers are all our birthright. Well, except for those who choose to swim upstream.  
       This is the time, when it seems that all that we have managed to create in the name of the light, to unsheathe the sword, manifest the shield, go deep to the Within, contact the Power- and then, Radiate The Light Like a Mutha-f^ck*r. You don't even have to "do" anything. Please, don't. All the forms of action available will not shift or assist any situation unless the action is being Guided by Alignment. By "alignment", I mean with your higher self. I'm sure you know how it feels when you are acting in alignment with your own Soul. Like that. You don't have to say anything, either. Just Being That.
Being.
       That.

05 November 2017

full moon speaking from my heart [vlog] Nov.4.2017

Well, I came home from all this, and I was reading posts on Facebook. I saw that a friend had just posted some hours before (maybe while I was even making my vlog!) very similarly about challenging, uncertain energies in the air. So, I thought, "Hmmm..." You know? It is in the mass consciousness- oh, yes, tune into the post on Nov. 7th (Tuesday) for some more of this.       
       I had stopped tuning in to my favorite You Tube astrologers' channels last month. Everything just started to sound so bleak, like so much restriction, upheaval, Pluto crap. "I'll chart my own course, f^c* the stars!" [sigh.] Maybe I'll check out the forecast for the full moon and find out what happened there...
       If you read this/watched or are watching the vlog- Thank You. If you have similar, or even other myriad "stuff" that we humans can have- Take Heart, have some deep grieving sighs, borrow a dog (if that what it takes, like for me, lately) and get out there. Nature re-effuses one's meditative prowess. It has clearing properties, simply by walking through any area that is cleared of man-created material. Isn't that a nice feature of the hologram?
       Anyway, may you have the day of your choosing.

*no*edits*
(just like this video! LOL!)

Love,
Ursula Carrie

03 November 2017

Has 'Shiz' Been Eclipsed for You, too?


This is *real-time-shifting-into-the-fifth-dimension stuff*  Damn.

It'd be interesting to come across some matter-of-factual stories around about *here* (this point in linear time) of how people's whole deal may have been shook up and changed around by the total solar eclipse in August. I feel like I've been 'turned around' so many times in the past ten weeks since all that energy bulldozed across this country. I find it really upsetting, like more upsetting than I want to comfortably admit. I don't like feeling like everything's gone wonky. (But, listening to the radio sometimes, I'm also appreciative of the life circumstances that I do have, to be able to steep in such philosophical self-inquiries, and share them with whomever is reading. Let there be light in the world.)
       And, at the same time, I have still been following my inner direction, my feelings of what feels good and right for me, and what makes me feel not so good- which, actually can sometimes turn into physical sickness or pain when I don't listen for too long. I know for 'a proven-throughout-my-lifetime' fact my spidey-sense never steers me wrong.
       I keep getting offered all of these situations that I could get involved with to earn the money that I need to care for my family, yet all of those situations so far involve some sort of unhealthy environment. *I am being presented with an old pattern that had been the dominant pattern of 'jobs and working for other people'. I had always bent myself over backwards to please and to be pleasing. I would accept any sort of unethical treatment, verbal and emotional abuse,  even accepting shorted on the money I was owed, just because the employer had a reason, etc.  And I would still go back to work the next day, terrified. I "needed the money". How many of us say that? A lot! The bulk of the population of this planet, I suspect. Again, this is all pre-realignment. It is the end of seven years, now. Interesting things are happening, it seems. I mean, these job situations that I am coming across lately contain those elements: some sort of obvious combination of  psychological, emotional twistedness-even where the physical environment itself had toxic elements. I tried a job where that air was so bad, my lungs hurt for 4+hours after I came home from a 4 hour stint there. I let that 'opportunity' pass. Although, I actually did think about it- for a minute... I actually stepped back and was able to see the pattern emerging, and emerging in rapid succession. Really wild. It's time to let go of that old paradigm b.s.
       And, the 'funny thing' is now, I feel it so quickly, when I'm about to step in it, as in step in the big funky cow-pie of an old, outmoded pattern- and I cut it off. I don't ignore the early cues anymore because I have told myself that I am "so desperate for the money". I have been trained by my society to believe that this 'false premise' {Abraham} is the truth. It is an enslavement tool. Some fine tuning is needed. I know that I know how to attract what I want to experience. I attract and experience this particular curious situation right now, because- this cycle of energy in relation to "work", as known to the patriarchal 3D Earth, is no longer an applicable way of experiencing Livelihood as we rise into the 5D Earth.
       It requires being clear about what I want, how I want to feel and maintaining impeccability with my thoughts, obviously in so much as possible.
       This is not a place to wobble and fall off the beam, now is it? Thank goodness I can catch myself before I do. But one's Faith can really get tested.
       Now that I am experiencing this in 'real time', I am thinking back to how Patricia Cota-Robles was talking about this shift in frequency in relation to Abundance and livelihood on this planet. She iterated it at the free seminar she gave in New York City on September 17 this year. If you sign up for the Era of Peace newsletter, you'll get all the weekly vlogs she's done this year. There's a lot about Divine Abundance and this transformation that I was talking about in the videos.
       Anyway, ascension report in real time :) from me. I'm following the trail, and wondering who the F ate some of the breadcrumbs- at some of these  places where the road divides. I'll pick the trail up, somewhere. Always do. At least that's what I tell myself! Time to tune into my favorite Abraham recordings.  See you again in a day.

01 November 2017

Lemuria, my first on this earth, part one


May 3, 2014 (and revised on November 1, 2017)
"A Hadarian in Lemuria"
I do remember in Lemuria. I did have Recall in that life of who I was and where I came from and what I had come to do. I believe the incarnational cycle here to earth was not yet at that time what it has evolved into. What I mean is, from my feelings/remembrance  there was no "veil of forgetting" to pass through yet. So when I soul traveled from Hadar to earth to take a body at the time of Lemuria to serve as warrior of the light, after everything I had been through, when I awakened into my new form, I remembered my mission.
        I remember very well  the feelings that I had when I knew that All was coming undone. Feelings are so intangible, but I could try to describe to you the disappointment I felt but not as disappointment- disbelief, anger, rage. I felt as though I had been tricked, tricked into leaving a place where I had finally been able to cultivate a feeling of peace and security within myself, with the Alpha Centauri. And there my partner, if one could describe it as such, my love, my friend, convinced me that this was what I felt like I needed to do. And maybe it was something that I felt, like I needed to experience the reality of what was taking shape on this young earth.
       Yes, I was then much of what I am today, because that is the nature of my soul. I have always been a healer-warrior, a helper, a caregiver, a nurturer. Not because that is the way of all Hadarian people necessarily, I just know about me and I happen to be Hadarian. The general theme of the Hadarians is unconditional love. I have been told that most Hadarians today are incarnate on this planet because we, as a group of souls, have the specific task of holding the energies and the codes of unconditional divine love here on this Earth. The two famous women who meant the most to my heart as a young woman were also both Hadarian, so I found out. {that's another story} 

       Anyway, yes, of course I knew everything was coming undone in Lemuria. It was seeing “the writing on the wall”, so to speak. I’m just thinking about feeling into those feelings that I had then and man was I really pissed. It was foreshadowing the battle with the ones who have chosen the darkness that destroyed my home world. I mean think about my home where I lived before Lemuria on Earth. We lived in the unified field consciousness of divine love and respect with all of our fellow beings on the planet. Even though we were all individuals, our collective energy was that of nonjudgment and love just pure love. I mean, people used to come from other parts of the star systems just experience that with us – I mean, seriously, it was like “a destination”, Hadar (otherwise called, "Beta Centauri"). I wonder if there was some kind of intergalactic travel agency! I’m just saying it was a wonderful place to be, and a lot of beings wanted to be there.
       Already before the time of Lemuria the seeds of darkness were being planted here. The whole earth experiment wasn’t going that well. That’s why these societies of Lemuria, and later Atlantis on the other side of the planet, are so “famous” today. There was a concerted effort and intervention to amp up the light frequency here and resteer the ship back onto the charted course for this world, before it got too off course.  Something had to be done...
(continued, part 2)

31 October 2017

"Akashic Record", the Earthly Version

*the Internet, the World Wide Web, all this Social Media*
Recording all of these thoughts, feelings, experiences, all sorts of information. It's all quite amazing.  And you know what I'm thinking? Thanks to all of this recording of information on these digital files:


It's going to be SO much Easier to find myself,
from this life, in my next one!
If I want to, of course. I'm leaving a pretty damned good 'paper trail' to follow, although by then I'll probably just have to 'think back' to here. Again, if I want to. Knowing Me, I doubt I will, though. Always looking forward, even when I spiral back.

29 October 2017

Happy New Year, again (and an I AM Practice gift for you)

       It just occurred to me that some culture is celebrating some sort of "New year", in nearly every single Gregorian calendar month in a year. Maybe not literally, but I think it's pretty close. So, on his occasion of the Witches New Year, October 31st, I thought I would post the file that I created of a sample "I AM Practice". It is to help anyone who would like to get started with a daily "I AM" but was unsure of how to word their statements. This will give the seeker the tone of how the words are arranged for the most positive use of the Mantra 'I AM'.       
       Notice that none of these sacred mantras contain negative words such as, 'not', 'not', 'never'. Nor do these Intonations make reference to any present physical life condition that is considered 'undesriable'. No focus is placed upon any of this for some reasons, the two most of mine being: 1) Spirit does not hear the negative words, so the phrasing must not attract the opposite of what is desired as the eventual 'outcome'/manifestation and   
       This entire post, minus this sentence, will also appear as the I AM page above.
       May your celebrations be effused with that qualities that you so desire.
Love, Ursula Carrie
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“I AM” Sample Prayers/Affirmations 



For MORNING and EVENING

By- Rev. Ursula Carrie

Version #3, July 1, 2015
Inspired by:

1) The I AM Discourses, transmitted through Godfre Ray King from 1932-1935

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2) The Master Key System, by Charles F. Haanel,  original publication 1916

3) The Universal Mind Meditation, by Kelly Howell, inspired by the book, Three Magic Words, by U.S. Andersen

 4) other I AM statements by Ursula Carrie

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I AM always the Victorious Presence of the Mighty I AM.


I AM Impervious. {f you are sensitive to the Energies about you.}

I AM Invincible.

I AM Totally Secure.

I AM Free.

I AM the Pure Electronic Essence that fills my mind and body.

I AM Whole, Perfect, Strong, Powerful, Loving, Harmonious and Happy.

I AM the opulence of God, made Visible in My Hands and My Use.

I AM the balancing Breath.

I AM Yoga. {“Yoga”, meaning the perfect fusion of the Soul Self with the Physical Self}

I AM the Perfectly Controlled Breath of My Body.

I AM Confident.

I AM Peaceful. I AM Patient.

I AM Sure.

I AM the Dreams of God made Manifest through me.

I AM the Miracle-Working Presence in everything I require to have done.

I AM Clear-Minded.

I AM Clear about what I want.

I AM Guided to My Goals.

I AM the Full Comprehension and Illumination of everything
I want to Know and Understand.

I AM the Perfect, Divine Radiant Intelligence, active in my Brain
       and in every Cell of my Body.
I AM Peaceful.
I AM Centered.

I AM Secure.

I AM Loved and I AM Beloved.

I AM Comfortable in My Physical Body.

I AM Safe.
I AM Guided.

I AM Financially Abundant and Secure.

I AM the Riches of God, Flowing into My Hands and My Use.

I AM the Precipitation, Manifestation and Sustaining Power
       of Every Constructive Thing I Desire.

I AM the Presence that Clothes Me in My Eternal, Transcendent Garment of Light.

I AM the Only All-Powerful Acting-Presence in My Mind, My Body and My World.

I AM the Light of the Mighty I AM.

I AM the Sacred Transmuting Flame. {also called, the Violet Flame}

I AM the Mighty, Magic Circle of protection about Me that Is Invincible, and Repels from Me every discordant thought and element, which seeks to find entrance or intrude itself.

I AM the perfection of My World, and It Is Self-Sustained.

27 October 2017

The Labret, 2

After I removed my labret piercing, I had three months of lay-up-against-the-heater cramping each time a period came. It felt like my uterus was being squeezed and twisted like a washrag. Every month. Then, it stopped. The menstrual flow was 'normal' again. Saying 'normal' just means 'pain-free'- but we women know that 'normal' is not an application in real life!
       So, if you've read some of my posts, then when I say, "Can you believe....?" you'll say, "Yep. I believe it." Right?
      
So, Can you believe it? One day, I'm the Kleinert/James Gallery standing in the vestibule, where the gallery attendant desk used to be. A woman comes in to see the show. {And, I'll also insert here if any of you know me, personally, you'll know and 'believe' this too-} We get to chatting. She's from India. We're yammering like old friends. Somehow, I give her the blurb of my 'labret-incident', which is all that it is at this point, a possibly random incident or voice in my head. {Honestly, I'll need to go back over my date books and journals where I recorded all of this, because I can't remember if I was still pregnant with my son- or if he was already a full grown, earth exploring baby at that point.} 
       One moment, one line has "fish-eye-effected" for me out of this interaction. She, after apparently hearing my story about having to take out the piercing, exclaimed,
       "Oh, Yes! That is a pressure point that prevents conception!"
She was laughing, and so joyful! I was laughing to, with a little bit of ["holy.shit"-ing] on the side.

25 October 2017

Understanding Death- age 26



My 25th Birthday, at Laughing Rock Farm,
aligning with the energies of the goddess, Coatlique

Recorded September 30, 2014

After I left my apartment in Palenville, and just before I met my son’s father, I was invited to live in the spare bedroom at Liza’s house. I was working in Town at Not Fade Away and at the Tinker Street CafĂ©. It was February. I was twenty six. I had been obsessed with death since I began to store memories of my life. I suppose that it had come to a “head” and someone(s) had had enough of watching and listening to me obsess and waste nearly my every waking moment fearing and worrying about dying and what was going to happen to me and how sad it would be to leave this life behind.
       One afternoon, I sat on my bed. I didn’t have any particular thing to do. I wasn’t due to work anywhere that day that I can recall. I was in my usual morbid death mode, again in a slightly gothic punk phase of life, infatuated with a humorous and very slacker sexy heroin addict. I with a fresh piercing in my labret.
       Perhaps I was Still, a rare moment when I might have been still inside. I heard a voice, on the left side of my head, as always. There seemed to be two women talking with each other. Actually, they were consulting with one another. One was very chipper and was doing all of the talking, while the other seemed very reserved and reluctant to go with the plan that the first one was suggesting. I had a sense that the first woman who was talking was taller than the other and wore long straight black hair. I had less of an impression of the second as her presence was hanging back a bit. I felt like a window, or rather a door, had been opened onto someone’s home and I was suddenly able to eavesdrop on a conversation that perhaps I wasn’t supposed to hear. Or was I?

       While the second woman had her arms folded over her chest and persisted in doubt, the first woman was certain, and she declared,  “We’re just gunna’ to have to show her what it’s really like.”
       And, with the utterance of that statement, I felt myself falling, falling over sideways from  my waist, still seated with feet on the floor, in slow motion onto the bed.
       I felt a suction like a vacuum cleaner hose sucking me upwards until I hit a sort of ceiling. There was what felt like some resistance there, and harder suction was applied until I was whisked up through a sort of hole into a black place where there seemed like there was nothing. I stayed there for a short while it seemed.
       Then another suction force felt applied to me and I was sucked up through another opening. This time I had an odd feeling that I was expanding, like my edges were expanding, like I was getting bigger. I could see in this place and all around me was a nebulae of stars, but not individual stars in a black sky. The background and all around me looked and seemed like the texture and colors of pink and blue cotton candy. Lots of different colors of pinks and blues; soft baby pinks and salmon colors and baby blues with some threads of deep Montana sky blues- all swirled together like a twist ice cream cone and blended at the edges/color changes like a pastel drawing. And interspersed within all of this were diamond points of starlights. All over and within this cotton candy. And every point of light was twinkling.

       In my feeling of becoming larger, I also began to feel that I was every tree on Earth, every thing- I mean Every-THING. I was the sky I was every blade of grass, I was all of the trees and the birds- I couldn’t catalogue everything because it was also so nonconsequential. And after of feeling this expansion for an undetermined length of time, something began to happen that frightened me- I felt my Self dissolving. It felt as if I was a drink mix powder and someone had poured me into this large glass of water and started to stir me. At first it appears that the drink mix is getting more expanded, then crystal by crystal, molecule by molecule- it begins to disappear into the water. I was disappearing into the water. I was rapidly losing the substance I knew as myself- Ursula Carrie was fading, and fast! I could not comprehend what was happening except that I had a knowing somewhere, in whatever I had left of “me’, that I was becoming an undefined part of the All. I began to struggle like I was drowning, to fight my way back to the surface of the consciousness that I recognized.
       And like one would slap down a basketball- that is how I arrived back into my body.
       I opened my eyes- bolted upright, looked around. My entire torso felt open like the sky- I was elated! I said low in case anyone could hear, “Oh my God, this is the only time I’m gonna’ be Ursula Carrie!” For two solid weeks I held this feeling perfectly within me. I was determined to be the most fabulous Ursula Carrie I could be!