I know whom and what I am. My undeniable knowing is the domain of the body. Like the body is the gateway to awakening and reclaiming the Self, I know that whom and what I AM is a gateway for others to awaken to themSelves, too.

Since knowing and owning whom and what I AM is the RSS feed for anything that I choose to create – including my ‘business’ – the name that I give to that endeavour must align with the truth of my experience. My business is personal and, while I know that I AM not it, paradoxically neither AM I separate from it.

Funny how simple it all becomes, when what I create actually mirrors whom and what I AM and I show up and engage in full claim of that truth. Vibration naturally attracts and Self-selects. Be mySelf and tell my truth… breathe. Nothing to do, except to show up and to engage where it is meaningful for me to do so.

No more beating the bushes for clients and results. Everything Self-selects relative to my intention of being open, clear, honest and direct… decloaked in every breath. It is me recognizing that clearly articulated and congruent definition is what attracts. It’s organic. No competition required. No competition wanted. That is a dance that I AM done stepping to.

No competition means that I mind my own business as the invitation for you to become even more clear about what is important to you in creating a meaningfully sustainable life. I naturally ‘do’ what I love and I AM abundantly reimbursed for sharing my gifts. Now, that is what being entrepreneurial is all about, in my book. It is never about being a ‘business’ owner; it is about creating, leading and being authentically contagious!

Anyone can buy themSelves a job; these days, that is what a lot of ‘business’ is, relative to competitive models. JOB = just over broke… and I am not talking about money, here, I am talking about states of being.

It takes courage to dance to your own moment-to-moment choreography in sync to the rhythms of your own internal drum beats… while inviting and encouraging others to dance, uniquely, to theirs. After more than 30 years of business ownership [I bought mySelf a job... four times {thank goodness that I finally woke up!}!], I know the odiferous bloom of competition is now dying on the vine; it has been in its death throes for a long, long time. It is now time to let it die, naturally, and to stop doing what we have always done in the throwing of fertilizer at the vine, in hopes that it will bounce back. It can’t and it won’t. You can’t stop the stench of the wilting stems of a collective already in decay.

If my life is my business, then I, for one, know that there is only one way to create, so that I live: breathe, be mySelf and tell the truth of my experience. Really, it IS that simple… and it IS that easy…. and it IS organic and green and alive. That IS BodyGateways! That IS me!

In the canine world, I know that the lead is instinctive to both the one and the pack… separate, yet connected. In the human world, I’m not so sure; I could hope for that as a universal truth, yet, I believe that it is, generally, about external comparison and competition. I find it interesting that dogs naturally know and support their packs. Again, I am not so sure about humans. The force of cultural politicking always gets in the way and fear is the leash.

In my holographic universe, I grok that what triggers (even when I do not consciously know what that is) my strategies and behaviours is always, in all ways, about me. However, how often have I not decloaked to the pack that I purport mySelf to fully support (and, because I haven’t, it falls that I have made my life about molding mySelf to fit the story that I have made up about them)…  the pack whose intention it is to model authenticity in the claim of living a meaningful life, so that we continually become the invitation for others to claim that for themSelves, too.

What are the contexts in which I feel free, as in safe, to be mySelf and to speak my truth? Where do  I feel unsafe to own the full expression of my truth? Where do I wait to see from which side of the fountain the water is going to fall, before I throw my pennies into the basin that catches the water? Do I ever stop to consider that those waters get recycled? It is a fountain, after all! So, what exactly is it that I am recycling? Like the fountain spilling the waters, from which side of my mouth do I spill my words. Do I ever consider straight on?

So, tomorrow, I am meeting up with the pack. I know that, as in the past, we’ll greet each other and sniff each other out… a natural state of affairs for dogs. Yet, how often have we humans engaged the notion, Let’s sniff out the competition? That is poison to the pack. Sniffing in support, is elixir to its well being.

This time, I will honour my natural and finely honed instinct – the one that knows that the bark of safety always resounds in the feral resonance of my truth. In that, I can sniff in support. To the degree that I have growled for my own authenticity within the pack, I, in paradox, have not fully owned my roar with the intensity that my breath could sound itself to sharpen the teeth of my integrity.

My sense is that my mates, too,  have not yet fully unleashed their guttural roars…all in the guise of security, crating expression to contain the fullness of Self. In that, their can be no community, no real internal safety. There can be no pack, yet that is what we choose to call ourSelves. What parody! Where did we ever get the idea that safety came in leashing Self-expression? In this pack, as honest as I have been, I have still been dishonest. I know that I am not alone in this.

I was away last week with women of a certain age; we gathered together as tribal elders; we know things… we have lived! I opened my mouth and got honest, once and for all, about my confusion and my internal chaos, because I had felt threatened in the afore-mentioned pack. I figured that it was time to own the ugliness of it all… as well as its beauty of potential. In that, I have found my freedom. I feel safe. And, I am indifferent, now, to having to make my life work; it just does and it just will. I am done with competing, overtly and covertly, consciously and unconsciously. I have chosen to no longer compete. I am choosing to support. In that, I choose to let go… not as some well sounding catch phrase, but as my truth.

That has brought me to now. I do not know where I’ll be at the end of this weekend; however, I do know that I’ll be speaking my truth… spontaneously. I have owned, finally, that the biggest lie of all is the one that I tell to mySelf… and that includes omission. I am done. I invite all to listen for my roar… the bellow of compassion for mySelf and others.

I speak only for mySelf AND I believe that the pack leader is the only one who fiercely and unwaveringly holds to her truth, so that she and we might discover the more that we inherently are. I also know that she has never, ever held herSelf to be leader to anyone else other than herSelf. And, I know that, while I am referring to one woman, specifically, I could be speaking about anyone, who really loves her life. In her words, Be yourSelf, tell the truth, she is the beacon for all to own that in and for themSelves. I believe that her welcoming invitation to the pack is that instinctual roar of just Be. In that, competition can hold no tether.

How easily humans forget whom they are (they sniff to compete and stifle their roars)…  and canines always remember (they sniff to support and roar with volume and amplitude). I do not know where I’ll be standing at the end of this weekend. I care enough to not care. However, I am going to remember Me as I AM that I AM… again, not as some catch phrase that sounds great, yet is weak in its underpinnings. I am choosing to trust mySelf and to remember that the feral bark of the bitch carries the hope for the pack of mankind.

I get that coyotes can go long distances without effort. I get that they are so attuned to themSelves and their environments. I get that their vision expands with their movement… the metaphor for living abundantly in the simplicity of Being… free of Self-imposed entrapments. A coyote simply lives… simply; traps are not of its world.

Amazing to see and a reminder to me that I can always, in all ways, look after mySelf by choosing to move forward – resourced in my association with pack buddies who are an awakened species – called to awaken Self and others with ears alert to the simple and sacred call home – and that I am never alone, even as I walk, alone, up any track of my choosing. Since there are innumerable tracks, forests and ravines, I can, by instinct, choose what I want, when I want, as I want.

Instinct. A reminder to me that my instincts are beyond excellent. When did I choose to forget that? The truth is, like coyote, wolf, and dog, I have always had a nose for things; only, this time, I am choosing to own that… without apology.

Instinct. Raw, red, visceral, core, fecund, and feral. The wave that I AM moves and I know my instinct to be that wave.

The last time that I saw a coyote was in the shimmering heat of the afternoon sun in Sedona, Arizona. The kind of heat that is seen sizzling in waves above the pavement. It was May of 1998 and I was returning on a road – that had dead- ended itself in a vortex of natural, red rock obilisques (unique to Sedona) – to the main highway. Finding my way, by getting lost on purpose. The coyote, mesmerizingly, walked in front of the car that I was driving, as if to stop me; it’s focus was instinctual and present and moving… fearless, yet fully engaged. Fluid and quick, so that any illusion of stopping was not that, at all – just a momentary side-step in direction. Since, in that moment, I was unable to find/see what I was looking for, it was my reminder of the trickster… awakening to the, until then, games that I was playing with mySelf; the trick called move, camouflaged as stop. The trick called stop, camouflaged as move.

One more lap down the road, so to speak, and I did find what I was in search of (if nothing else, I am persistent!). Up until that moment, it was like I could not see the light, for the light. It was like I would not see the light that I AM, for the light that I AM. I believe, now, that I can. I choose, now, that I do.

And, unlike I did in 1998, when I awakened, only to fall, yet again, asleep to mySelf in the intellectual second and third guessing of my life, I now choose to finally be done with the old bags of tricks, even as I uncover the more that I have  yet to discover.

I now, willingly, choose to live, by instinct… to be and to own the distinct instinct that I AM – raw, red, visceral, core, fecund and feral – that knows its very expression in the genius of my body.  That is my truth undenied – quick, fluid, potently silent, and moving. In that, I know my inalienable voice.

Instinct undenied. The most powerful expression of my truth as I AM.

I live a very good life.

I recently visited the license bureau to renew my driver’s license, which demanded a new photo being taken. Since the last one was done five years ago, a lot has changed.

Amazingly, I look younger… more full faced… smiling (the joke on me is that I wasn’t even ‘trying’ to smile for the photo… LOL!). That was not the case, five years ago, when I was hoping for death so that I might live… so warying and so wearying was I experiencing my life. A real Catch 22… I couldn’t and wouldn’t take mySelf out, yet I did not want to stay in the game I knew as ‘Sheila’. I did not trust mySelf; I did not know who I was; I did not know What I AM. I was everything to others, yet not mySelf.

I have been though a lot in my life. Yeah, I can tell a good story about me… one that I can choose to believe is true as I choose to perceive it. I can listen to others tell their stories and know that they have been through a lot, too. And, then it gets interesting – as in crazy – ’cause I could, if I wanted to, rationalize that I have nothing to complain about… that their stories are indicative that their lives have been so much ‘harder’ than mine… as if ‘harder’, ironically, meant ‘fuller’… and I should just be thankful.

Then, the other side of that is, perhaps I haven’t suffered enough… as if living life has to be about suffering and persecution. Man, we have modelled that one well… do I have to live like Jesus, stoned and nailed to the cross to measure up?

Is anyone getting the underlying presupposition here? It is the one that says suffering is the way to salvation (that which connects us to source, as if we are not already connected... another presupposition). And, our stories about our lives are just fictions that fuel comparison and competition among people, so as to justify whom we are and our right to BE. The irony is that we never, ever allow ourSelves to BE.

I think that the greatest paradox of all to awakening the truth that we are sacred Beings is that we continue to create our own suffering… and we keep digging the trenches for this deeper and deeper. Enough already!

If I just live my life as I choose and invite you to live yours as you choose, I can love you and leave you. I can delete your name from my email data base in full respect of whom I am and whom you are. I can say ‘no’ to you as a client. I can change my mind about how I choose to move through my world. I can be the invitation for you to change your mind, too. I can demand payment in respect of mySelf… which means in respect of you, too. I can hold mySelf as able, which means I can hold you as able, too. I can choose to stop making mySelf responsible for your outcomes, which means that I no longer make you responsible for mine. I can be your friend forever… and then, I can be done; and, I don’t have to make you ‘wrong’ so that I can be ‘right’ about my choice. And, if you choose to make me ‘wrong’ about it, so that you can feel ‘right’ about yourSelf… well, I don’t have to defend mySelf to mySelf. I can just move on.

Defend mySelf to mySelf… for so many, the ultimate rationale for living… and totally directed by story… the one that I tell mySelf about how my story never measures up. Measures up to what?

Well, my current truth of my experience is that I am naturally smiling in the photo on my driver’s license. I am Self-licensed in and Self-driving of my own life… smiling. Evidence to me… and that is all that counts… that both the story of my past and the fiction of my future are irrelevant…

I have given mySelf a new license to drive.

I live a very good life… right now, ’cause I say so.

Much moved for me over the weekend… not the least of which was me coming to know and to own, that, as I consider the path that my life has taken in my own evolution of Self, thus far, I have been/AM the ’prep’ for others to be able to step into their accelerating experiences with Selves and with others. The ‘prep’ cook in the kitchen is the one who quietly, expertly, tenaciously and respectfully tends to detailed precision… especially with the knife  in her hand… to the impact and size of each cleanly-edged cut… so that ultimate creation surfaces naturally and flows – and, in the hands of the consummate chef of the Self, delights and nourishes all of the senses.

While I have always imagined mySelf proclaiming who I AM from the Temple roof-top, as the place of significance and meaning to be seen by others, much less by mySelf, I now know that my intrinsic power resides in being the unshakeable, first  and essential rung of the ladder to the peak of the temple roof. That first rung is my place of strength. Without me, that ultimate reach cannot happen. It has taken one who, somehow, has always known, inherently, the pitch of the roof, to really rig and value the first rung of the ladder as essential to reaching its summit. Me.

The word, ‘bridge’, made itself present a few times in my most recent facilitation of Decloaking, a couple of weeks ago; yet, I never noticed the importance of ‘bridge’. The word showed up, again, in
another conversation, today. I finally get it… I know that I am the viaduct (latin for via = road and ducere = to lead), the road that leads… one to one’s unique choice; me to my unique choice.

Today, I finally grok how insidious the process of polarization is to undermining the creation of a meaningful life. It certainly is not the first time that I have contemplated this, yet the dig and over-turning of the soil is much deeper, now. Somehow, as awake as I AM becoming, I still remained in my own Self-denial of any claim to my path as the unshakeable, first and essential rung to the heights of my own greatness. I was constantly and consistently moving away from my own gift because I chose to equate it as unable to be seen, puny, small and unimportant; I could not, therefore would not, see that what is my very presence, my fire, my air, my water, my earth, my field is, in fact, the very truth of whom I AM. My life has always been about working internally and behind the scenes/seen as I propelled mySelf forward… to what I did not know… in the hope of some recognition, to simply count. Today, I finally recognized my own gift as the essential count in, to, and for me; my Self-rig (Self-respect, integrity, and generosity of spirit) of my gift is all that matters. In tears, today, I realized that my very genius lies in claiming, owning and being the precision prep cook, the first  and essential rung of the ladder… that first span to the next span to the next span, etc., of the viaduct to Self.

I have served as viaduct to my own contributions to my own humanity - in so many applications in physical space and time – yet, when, I, as unshakeable, first and essential rung went unrecognized, it was only because I could and would not rig that for me, in me, mySelf. Now I choose that I can; Now I choose that I do.

I have so longed to know my own humility… to BE so satisfied with the greatness in others as my own sacred mirrors. I choose to BE that, now. I know that I AM that, now.

I am sitting here, answering email, making phone calls, reaching voice mail, contemplating the joy of sleep… which, as I am in the process of writing,  I am not engaged in right now. Today, I actually do not know what the heck l I am doing or am supposed to be doing, etc. Who cares, anyway? I have followed up on all of the calls and emails for my next experience of Decloaking and Living Authentically… and now, I wait, wondering who else is out there, who is looking for me as both guide and guided. Not a clue. Truth be told, I get tired of waiting, wondering why my messages go so long unanswered, if answered at all – and why I can’t simply know, right now, in my own way and time, who is even thinking about showing up. And, in that same truth, I know that ‘it’ is a go, that women are coming from a distance to claim the more that each one already is…

So what is my restlessness really about? I want to connect with women. I want to freely ask for what I want. As a 7th level expression, I ask, ‘Who else’, and images and names come to mind – and I proceed to make the call. Some answer and some do not. My frustration invites a new knowing about mySelf. I am being answered all of the time. Kahea. I am My Call.

Even though I was in the retail arena, as an owner, for aeons, presumably knowing what it takes to ‘put myself out’ (are you picking up my resistance to such a notion?) to market products and associated services, I know that ‘it’ still, always and formost, gets down to my rapport. Unlike strategized and seasonal marketing initiatives based on promoting a ‘thing’ that will fulfill some presupposed need, I can no longer forget who I AM, in the face of the product/service making what I offer about the ‘thing’ itself. In truth, I AM the connection… in fact, I have always been. So now, it is no longer about hiding behind the guise of the ‘product’, be it tangible or intangible; it is about me believing in me and showing up to mySelf, as mySelf, for mySelf and, ultimately to/for others, as the most authentic ‘sale’ of all. And the joke is – I am not for sale; I AM mySelf. My value to others resides in genuinely Being Me.

Like a long-time client, now become a friend, has said about her experience of herSelf in my past cosmetic retail life, ‘It was never about the make-up’. Obviously, she got it… interesting that I would get so caught up, from time to time, in the details of marketing, that I did not. I would forget that I was the the medium, the whom, who was being searched out. My own authentic presence in bearing witness to each woman who walked through my door was the unique vibration that was really being searched for – not the product. That product, as an external ‘fix’,was simply a key to a deep and internal ignition… one that, most often, I bet, went unrecognized… even by the client herSelf.

I remember the story, told by a franchise owner, about a woman who walked into her store one day, seemingly depressed, looking for something, anything, not sure about what. The owner invited her to sit down to a ‘make-over’, no charge. The woman accepted the invitation. The ‘make-over’ completed, she said her thanks and left, looking a bit brighter. One week later, the owner received a letter of gratitude from the woman. In her letter, the woman expressed that, just prior to her ‘make-over’, she had decided to end her own life… it had not seemed worth living anymore. After her ‘make-over’, she changed her mind… it seemed that someone had given a ‘damn’… had cared with no strings attached. It seemed that her life mattered. She had started to re-think her life.

In my heart, I know that it was never about the product or the cosmetic ‘make-over’ for that woman; it was about the search for the more that she could become; her ‘make-over’ lay in that search. I think that is true for all of us. And this was not a one-way street, where one woman came to own her own importance in the grander scheme of things. In owning the truth of her experience in writing to the franchise owner, the owner also came to own and claim her own importance in her own world. Her intention for  creating business became awakened to something more…in remembering to simply show up, as Self, for Self. Bearing witness to each other, two lives opened up and then some…

Old school marketing has always focused on the product, spying on other and similar markets to ‘keep ahead’, protecting your client list (which, often means denying your client the ease of finding what she wants, where and when she wants it), creating complex and expensive advertising milieus, often with little result, other than accelerating resentment, dashed expectation and despair. What we want to ‘work‘ is not ‘working’. The marketing is all about the product… the ‘thing’ that is supposed to ‘work’… yet the associated feelings are not the domain of the product… they are the domain of the person who pays, in time, money, and hope, to get the ‘word’ out there. Maybe, it is the ‘wrong’ word. Maybe, there is no word other than ‘I’, other than ‘Me’.

Do we ever trust that? Can we allow ourSelves to trust that?

The old marketing paradigm does not work for me… actually, never has. Maybe, that is why I experienced such ‘trouble’, personal incongruency, with it, as a retailer. Truly, I did. Things had to be ‘done’ to ‘get’ clients into the store. What is a store, anyway? A cache of inventory. Marketing demands moving inventory, often alienating connection that builds trust. Gifts with Purchase, Purchase with Purchase… carrots focused on ‘selling’ the product as the the ‘thing’ to buy, not on ‘being’ the personal connection as the invitation to engage. As a retailer, if I was not meeting quota, then I was not ‘performing’, not ‘doing’ my job…. so many dollars per hour, per person; so many persons per hour ‘off their feet and on their seats’. (Yes, that was the adage, as I knew it in the cosmetic industry!) Continued and mounting disrespect in a low level game where retailer and client both become pawns in a ‘fight’ for dollars.

Marketing the ‘old’ way demands an external reference. The new marketing is not marketing; it is internal. It is Being Present to mySelf and bearing witness to all that I AM creating – the good, the bad, and the ugly – and drawing my own line in the sand for what is and what is not important to me in my life. I have always hated quota… and I am realizing, now, that I have continued to live in the resistance to it, which I have never owned for what it is and is not… to me.  Quota has become so entrenched as a mechanism by which we keep score – right down to getting those marks in school to make the grade. Meeting quota starts early. And, here, I find mySelf still putting mySelf under my own ‘quota’ gun – a pistol of my own design – and it is totally irrelevant. Wake-up call! I am done!

Meeting and exceeding quota is a cultural imperative in traditional markets/marketing. When I truly trust me, quota is irrelevant. I have decided to claim and to own the genius of my ‘resistance’ to the notion of quota. No wonder that I could never stand it… Quota, as a nominalization, to me, means expected, fixed share within minimums and maximums, performance… pre-supposed by the idiom of ‘enough’ as in ‘too much’, ‘right on’ and ‘not enough’. Talk about marketing to a ‘boxed set’. Not for me! No longer music to my ears! No longer a rhythm that I choose to dance to!

Furthermore, selling inventory for the sake of moving product, per sé, that, for me, is no more than a numbers game, will not light me up as representative of whom I AM. As such, it is never about inventory first, me second. It is always about Me, First, manifesting the inventory of my experience in remembrance of my truth. Inventory, as such, can be vibratory to our own awakening. Wanting to disseminate product as key to awakening the GodForce in Self and others is one thing… to do it, simply for the dollars that it can accrue, will yield a different result. While I consider it not good, bad, right, or wrong, I own that, for me, any satisfaction experienced in the immediacy of meeting quota for dollars, alone, has always been short-lived. It could not be otherwise, as there was, for me, in truth, a fear of ‘not making it’ that drove my results. Exhausting to say the least. Again, I am done.

Instead of marketing, how about this?

You be You… and I be Me. Connecting, trusting and co-creating… our manifestations, both tangible an intangible, authentically vibrating to the truth of whom we are.

Very recently, I met up with a small group of women, whom I had invited for conversation, intended, as in everything that I now create,  to evolve mySelf… for my own sake. By fully sharing the truth of my experience, in each moment, with them, I know that we all become more. These are no ordinary discussions…

One of the women present shared a great metaphor about driving alone on a country road in dark (night-time), cold and blizzard-like conditions. Her car battery ran out of juice and she was not carrying any jumper cables in her car. Seeing a light from a house, up ahead, she removed herself from her vehicle and started to walk toward the light for assistance. As she trudged through the snow, she started running this dialogue through her mind… ‘What if no one is there? What if they won’t open the door to me? What if they refuse to help me? They probably don’t have jumper cables. They aren’t going to help a stranger. They won’t leave the house in this blizzard’…. and so on and so on. The distance to the house was longer than it had initially seemed, so she had created ample time to mindlessly magnetize her internal dialogue to income of more of the same. In due time, she arrived at the lit-up house and knocked on its front door. When the occupant opened the front door, smiled and warmly asked, ‘How can I help you’, the woman, frowning, growled, ‘I don’t want your jumper cables, anyway’.

Oh, the stories that we make up in our heads about our lives! We may hate our present experience, yet we continue to mindlessly project it’s quality into our futures… even the ones that are only 5 seconds out. While the woman’s story garnered a good laugh from the group, it drives home a point… that each one of us, in every breath, and awake, can choose to jump-start our experience of life, in full resource to ourSelves – instead of against what we intend (i.e. finding a jump-start) for ourSelves … and we can consciously choose to think our lives the way that we want them to be, in full support of our beingness.

We are manifesting individual reality all of the time. Stuff happens; batteries lose their juice; we get caught up in occurrences that we do not expect and that we find untimely and inappropriate. We feel scared and we feel angry. We get pissy about the things that, when considered after the fact, seem, rather, like life-rejuvenating adventures of sorts. And we make up our own stories about all of it. Since we are making up our life stories all of the time, I get that what I make up  is either going to support me in manifesting what I say that I want… or not. What I say that I want may not be matched by a state of being that is actually supporting the creation of an opposite reality. What I say that I want may be not what I want at all. And only my body, whose soma holds the deep and undeniable truth of my experience, knows for sure. Without my claim to that truth, I’ll always be mindlessly at affect to my story as my creation, instead of being awakened creator of my own experience. I’ll be reporting on the weather instead of being the weather, mySelf. One is the story and one is the experience. One is disasscociated and one is associated. One is dead and one is alive.

Think about it. If you are experiencing – yet, so often, denying – the emotional charges/triggers you feel as counter-intuitive to what you say that you really want, then take a breath, and choose differently. The nature of your desire is the bone/skeleton/framework of your life as creative force; bones only stay aligned in the presence of fully oxygenated muscles, aerating to that desire. No oxygen, then muscles shorten, tighten and cramp…. causing bone to move…. and to push/pull associated nerves. That experience can show up, in physical space and time, as highly painful; that pain, as its own manifestation, is information in flow/not in flow. The only way to Self-align/re-align bone, is to relax muscle… the only way to relax muscle is to breathe… and no one can do that for me, except me… like no one can do that for you, except you. Choosing to consciously breathe is all that it takes – in full ownership of one’s truth,  like it or not – to live meaningfully. If you do not know what you want, then, at least, own that! It’s a great start to claiming the more that you are and can become. A life-time of not owning – by denying – my own experience of cramping mySelf into small ‘spaces’ where inhale for expansion was not possible and exhale as sonic was dangerous, has made me expert in this.

The danger to our healthful states of being lies in believing and holding onto our stories as if they are our lives; in truth, because stories are not our lives, they are irrelevant. What is more important to our personal emancipation for well-being is to own our experience of the sensory cues that we feel in our bodies, of the energetic signatures that are anchored to notions of would-be stories and to let those would-be stories dissolve, as the illusions that they are. To insist that they are real only serves to collapse space in all systems, right down to the cell, denying the very movement and flow that is intrinsic to our human evolution.

What I resist, persists. Energy flows where attention goes. And, then, there is intention and attention. As, in the metaphor of moving toward cables to jump-start the car, then denying their existence in the face of not that, when is attention incongruent with my declared intention? And, when the ‘pain’ becomes ‘down and dirty’, does the story get that way, too? I mean, is there really a story to tell, before I choose to start penning a reality around the experience of my ‘pain’ in the moment. Go figure. This is how we make ourSelves crazy. Most of us have heard the definition of insanity: continuing to repeat the same strategies, all the while looking for a different result. Here, on the other hand, is my definition of sanity: no story!

Attention supports (or not) intention. Muscle supports (or not) bone. The genius, in all of this, is that not support is still support. I guess for me, it is about really considering the nature of support. When is support, support? When is support, brace? The distinction for me is that support needs no story, while brace, on the other hand, pre-supposes and demands story, any story you like, for its containment. Am I supporting mySelf in and for mySelf or am I bracing mySelf against mySelf? It plays itself out in the body as the final frontier… just ask anyone who has lived with chronic back pain… awake to this, I know that they can know the difference… asleep, it will always be the story about their pain/not pain and not about the truth of their experience of Self as painful/painless.

Own what your feel in your body; quit the story about it; take a breath – a generous inhale and an even more generous exhale; and move  on. Story, like matter de-constructing itself in the force of accelerating wind, cannot, itself, live in the force of an awakened breath. Content, domained in our voracious intellect – and the god of the culture – is irrelevant. Context and process – as personal and unique – are everything; as such, they define individual experience… domained in the body.

We are our own Jump-Start! Jump the story – Start the breath.

Copyright, November, 2009 – Sheila Winter Wallace

Consider Women Gathering,December 5, 2009 and Women Awakening, November 18, 2009 – both in Kanata, Ontario – RSVP Sheila @ 613-292-4562 or sheila@actandinspire.com.

As energy is matrix for creation of matter in physical space and time, thought is medium for development of language. Words carry potential to filter and shape our individual worlds. Nominalizations, as linguistic abstractions, can and do mean different things from person to person, according to the unique resonance of distinct life experience. In terms of communicating information throughout the central nervous system of each human being, the finer distinctions of these abstractions are the difference that make the difference for each one of us. Asleep to the capacity of these distinctions to filter the truth of separate experience, we will continue to presuppose that what is true for one is true for all. Unless, we wake up to the power of words to vibrationally key our uniquely individual response within our nervous systems, we will continue to entrench history, habit and habituation – all of it irrelevant to what we want to create for our lives and for our continuously emerging world.

A nominalization is a process word that has been turned into a noun. Examples of this are relating to relationship, connecting to connection, working to work, educating to education, selling to sales, feeding to food. And, there are so many others, such as abundance, business, health, illness, disease, music, art, love, respect, integrity and generosity… the list is endless.

I cannot put a pound of any one of the above into the trunk of my car. I can almost hear the impending retort, ‘Hey, wait a minute… what do you mean? I can put a pound of food into the trunk of my car!’ However, think about it for a second. What is food… to you? What does it mean? If it is what nourishes me… as tangibles that support life force in my physical body, then, certainly, I can put carrots and bread, as examples of food’s physical manifestation (another nominalization), into the trunk of my car… but what about the unseen and the intangible that is food to nourish my soul?

It all gets down to unique meaning and vibration as intention of Self. Respect, as a nominalization, will carry a distinct resonance that is unique to me. For each person it will be different. To believe that the word, itself, means the same thing to each person would presuppose that one’s experience of respect is the same as that of others. Not so.

Take the nominalization, love, as an example. There have been more atrocities perpetrated in the name of love over the history of human kind than we can mindfully fathom. Mindlessly, it is still happening today. If you love me, then you’ll do this. I am doing this because I love you. What the intellect can accept as a collective truth (another nominalization) about love – pure, kind, generous, empathetic, compassionate, as some of the ‘acceptable’ descriptors of how love ‘should’ be – very often, the genius of the body, cannot. The body knows its own truth – the stuff that nightmares are made of – the stuff that has been perpetrated in the name of love. The body knows safe and it knows dangerous; it knows that its prime directive is to preserve its own life so that the essence of whom we are, as not the body, can know the joy of its own expression. If, for example, a smile is indicative of love, then there can be no love present when we force a smile to mask the pain that we are enduring – because to not do so would further increase the intensity of the danger our bodies already know of not going into those places that know not that.

What a double bind! I am already hurting, yet, if I don’t smile in the face of it, I will most certainly be caused to hurt some more… so I silently comply and choose to tell mySelf that my body can take it, in order to stay safe, when the truth, for me, is that it can’t. Undeniable craziness! Enough already! Collectively, hasn’t a smile, always been indicative of all that is considered right, comfortable and good? A smile anchored to notions of dangerous as safe in the face of intensifying jeopardy could be the worst bind of all. Think that it does not happen? Think again. If I cannot awaken to and own the vibration of my own words within my own body, I’ll remain asleep to my own intrinsic power to consciously shape my world in my own design. Coma becomes the default.

We have become a society that is so mindlessly entrenched to danger (yet another nominalization!) as the means to move through our worlds, that, mindfully choosing to wake up and to stay awake to the power of our own words as the sieves though which we shape our individual lives, demands great courage… knowing that we can stand ground, alone, yet are never alone.

So, I encourage you to sit with every word that you hear roll off your tongue – and to consider what each one means to you… what each one is for you… and how it feels in your body. If you are willing to engage yourSelf – and others – in this exercise, you might uncover a deep respect for the difference that makes the difference. At the very least, it will make for a potent conversation! A word may be a word, yet its resonance, its vibration, will impact each body differently and uniquely.

Mindfully choosing to consider my experience of words as potential to fine-tuning the resonance of whom I AM, expressing through the genius of my body, will transform my world from dangerous to safe. I will come to fully trust mySelf, first and foremost, before all else. All it takes is the choice to consciously breathe and to mindfully consider the power of nominalizations to shape my experience.

Copyright – 2009 – Sheila Winter Wallace – A.C.T & Inspire – www.actandinspire.com.

For women only, consider Women Gathering. Complimentary. 3 hours of conversation – relative to the decisions that women make for themSelves in collective and to the triggers that drive those decisions. Free of the notions of good, bad, right, or wrong, you’ll have the opportunity to listen to yourSelf and to others in discovery of what conclusions, presupposed by nominalizations, continue to ‘work’ for you in your life and which ones no longer serve you. Women Gathering is held in Kanata once monthly. The next dates are: November 7 and December 5 from 10 AM to 1 PM. Advance registration is required with Sheila at 613-292-4562 or sheila@actandinspire.com.

Living by ancient Huna’s vital, enduring, yet timeless concepts has inspired me to reclaim my own personal power through the discovery of what has always, in all ways, been present within, yet unknown and unconscious to me. It has provided such an easy template by which to design and live my life. Its notions are both esoteric and spiritual; yet, for me, they form both the art and the science of Being, of magic and miracles.  Like the Hermetic philosophy of manifesting heaven on earth, Huna has become my portal to deliberately and consciously claiming, owning, sustaining and remembering the truth that I am not my body… I am so much more.  As information and energy in flow, my essence – my unique vibration in my world – knows its expression through my body as an organic, quantum and biological processor. And… because both are genius, I am doubly blessed.

I know that I live in a holographic universe. I have learned, through Huna, that what presents is never about what it is… ever. The word, Huna, means secret – not as in keeping the ancient and venerable truth of whom I am, shrouded in mystery, such that I deny my own sovereign light (and, ultimately, deny yours, too), but, rather, in intentionally respecting the integrity and generosity of spirit of all that is me… and not me, as well.

Before purposefully immersing and initiating myself into my own Self-discovery through the processes of Huna, I knew about the Three Selves only in an intellectual perspective… and I had no awareness of the four bodies, per sé, that comprise the Quantum Biological Human™. As I continued to test drive these concepts, I became one with them. I know, now, that I am manifesting all the time; the question that I keep in mind is ‘What am I manifesting?’ I have come to know each one of my four bodies, intimately… and there is, still, so much more for me to discover about me!

My physiology is a direct result of my emotional state. My state is directly impacted by my thinking. And… my thinking is fed by my connection to all that is.   My conscious mind, my intellect, chooses from the information that is offered up by my higher self, the void, the field of all potential, through the sensory cues in my body. I have found this to be such a dynamic way to live my life, that content has become unnecessary, while the context of living my life… fully alive… has become hugely significant. No more do I strive to have, so that I can do, so that I can BE. The only way that I can now live, is to BE,  where ‘doing’ and ‘having’ just simply show up in support of whom I AM becoming.  Even in those rare times, now, when I forget the magic and the miracle of whom and what I AM – and I fall asleep to my energetic signature as it expresses through the sensory cues of my body – I continue to mindfully choose to engage each moment and each breath in the creativity of the GodForce that I AM.

Before Huna, I was wrapped up in details, analysis, content and figuring things out. Now, I finally ‘grok’ that due diligence, relative to information available in the moment, will always assist me in making the best decision I can… respected by the clarity of that choice as directly attendant to me bearing witness to what I feel and know inside, where I live. This means that my life, my business, my relationships, my experience of myself and of others now enjoy a simplicity that I have few words for. I smile now and shake my head, when I consider just how much complexity I used to live my life by… intricacies that were totally out of my awareness… yet, so enervating to my life experience. Complexity, I thought, made me look smart… and, yet, I was always in chaos, looking for clarity. Surrendering to the genius of my body as the transformer for what’s possible knows a simplicity that, for me, defies description. Simplicity IS the Clarity! Who knew?

I know that I AM here to manifest myself… in the present… right now. I ask the signal that I am for what I want; I pay attention to the sensory cues in my body; I choose… and, so it goes.

Huna does mean secret and, perhaps, its secret is its very simplicity. Life was never meant to be difficult or hard. My ease now reveals itself in me trusting the authenticity of my intuition (my body response), first and foremost, instead of the ‘lie’ (considered culturally expedient) of my intellect. My ease, now, knows the intense intimacy of inspiration, the wave of breath in my body. My past experience of dis-ease, by contrast, knew motivation as forced performance.

My experience of Huna is one of huge aloha for myself. In a holographic universe, that means aloha (= breathing space) for all. Easy. Simple. Effortless.

Copyright by Sheila Winter Wallace and A.C.T & Inspire, September 2009. For more information and to register for Sheila’s Huna Retreat, Discovering The Magic of You: The Art and Science of Huna on Oct 24,25,26 – 2009 – in Kanata, Ontario – please  visit www.actandinspire.com or wel-systems.com/SWW. Sheila can be contacted at 613-292-4562 or sheila@actandinspire.com. Mahalo!

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I have great respect for the Ancient Tarot and its meaning in my life as an expression of awakened consciousness. In a holographic universe, where I know that I am an unique articulation of the whole – particle and wave at one and the same time – revering my own potential – the Tarot is a reminder for the genius of whom I AM to become the more that I can become.

All meaning is context dependent. That is a given. So, while I have spent over 10 years contemplating the brilliance of the Tarot’s Major Arcana, it has only been in the last two years, that I have uncovered so much more of its relevance to my potential.  WEL-Systems® is the quantum portal to my expanding Self-discovery. It is all very exciting! The Tarot, then, has become internalized and fully alive as a body experience for me, no longer captive to my intellect.

It happened, like a dragon awakened and released from her cave, untethered for elevating and unending flight, when I decided to change my mind about my expectations of mySelf, relative to cultural conditioning and family systems… and to choose to live my life for me, first. I figured that ‘selflessly’ doing for others in denial of myself, as I had been taught to ‘do’ over the course of my life, had not worked… ever… so, I simply chose to ‘be’ myself and to stop ‘doing’ what I had, until then, perceived as desired by others. I learned to say ‘no’ to what I did not want and ‘yes’ to what I did want. I chose to stop performing. I chose to stop ‘dying’ to be right, because the default to that was killing me… slowly and by degrees – the metaphor of death by a thousand cuts.

I soon discovered that choosing me, first, garnered me access, in my body, as the quantum, biological processor that it is, to the unknown secrets of my own unique universe – to my own innate Tarot – what I did not know that I did not know about myself. I started to reclaim the information inside, where I live, that, until I chose for myself, I had no conscious awareness of. My association to the Tarot, then, became a fathomless expression of what was to come… I now know that there is always more. I became the Ibis, who dives deep into the ocean of what is possible to claim her own nourishment in acting for herSelf [See www.BOTA.org for Builders of the Adytum and Tarot card 17, Aquarius, contained in the book by Paul Foster Case, ‘The Tarot: A Key to the Wisdom of the Ages].

Through the quantum perspective of the WEL-Systems® body of knowledge, logical levels of thinking, the CODE Model™ and BSI [Body Spirit Integration], the holographic portals to the ancient wisdom of the Tarot have flung themselves wide open for me. Where I used to consider the four elements  of earth, fire, air and water, as the only essential components to the process of The Great Work [the evolutionary process of the path of the Tarot to living a meaningful life], I now know that that alchemy of fruition demands no less than the vibratory catalysts of sound, sight and light. Something always manifests from the 0 point, the ‘nothingness’ of space. Space is always, in all ways, creating.

The Tarot is home to both major and minor arcana [the secrets, the mysteries of the universe]. It was the creation of the Ancients to keep safe the universal truths that sustain life as sacred – in the face of holy wars that saw the mass destruction of books and works of art [all expressions of the divine as information in movement and flow in the body] that were considered evil; that burned these creations in absolute denial of the Hermetic axiom that vibration of BEING resides in living heaven on earth… that what is imagined IS the matrix for what becomes ‘real’ in our lives. In that BEING, that connection to Self and the bond to personal intuition, in every breath, behaviour [doing] and environment [having] were reflections of one’s capacity to choose ownership of the truth of one’s experience – for Self, first… life resourced by life, itself. In the forced change to life by death [through sacrifice as the ‘gift’ to and for the collective], there would be no reason for authority, warring in favour of compliance to cultural conditioning, to question the presence of cards as anything more than a simple game. That perceived ‘game’ is an incontestable metaphor for the maxim that what presents is never about what presents.

The Tarot, then, is the analogy for the truth that whom we are cannot, naturally, be separated from our capacity to create what is meaningful to our lives. However, how many of us are waging holy wars, inside ourselves, fueled by the intoxication of needing to have, to do, to be, in that order of sequence? That uncertain path is the certain route to/root of death, incapable of seeding potential.

Seeding potential and cultivating what is possible lies in the RSS [really simple syndication] feed of BEING, as the ultimate choice for individual expression, so that doing and having are made manifest as disseminations of that. The Ancients knew that; isn’t that what we now want for ourselves? Isn’t that what we have always wanted for ourselves?

When are we going to stop looking outside of our BEINGness for what has always, in all ways, been present to us, as unseen? The simplest and surest place to hide anything is where we would least likely expect to find it – right in front of our noses. To extend this notion further, the secret, the arcana of life, resides right inside of us, where we live. How close is close? Was there ever any requirement to look outside of ourSelves for what we already know? Not according to the Ancients.

Over time immortal, we have buried our own intuition – organic to the truth of our experience. We have made it wrong and illogical, even in the veritable evidence that trusting the body to lead is the gateway to Self-connection as Source. We have abandoned our own ‘gut’ responses in favour of the ‘right’ of the intellect. Compliance to collectives demands that. The wages of war, with self and others, is life asleep in that coma.

There is another way! Reclaiming YourSelf in Tarot’s Ancient Space is the invitation to fully embrace your intuition as the truth of your experience.

The Tarot was never meant to divine the future as an absolute; it has ‘lived’ throughout the ages to evoke intuition – what we know as our internal art and our internal science – and the awakening of potential in what we do not know that we do not know about ourselves. That evocation is the invitation to inhale our experience and to exhale our restructured reality. It happens in every complete breath.

There are 22 trump cards called the major arcana based on the 4 elements of creation – earth, fire, air and water. From these 22 trump cards descend another 56 cards that constitute the minor arcana. The 22 majors are the meta and non-linear perspectives for life’s natural creation, evolution and death; for starting, changing and stopping; for being, doing and having. The 56 minors speak to the finer distinctions of the 22 majors – as archetypical signatures for the energies of the four elements. Further, each of the 78 cards, defines numerology, as an organizing principle for living life large with intensity.

As Great Works each, I wonder if we ever remember the very genius of whom we are as Quantum Biological Humans™. As quantum beings, our ability to create is purely the by-product of remembering whom we are and choosing what we want to see in our worlds. The ancient Tarot is as relevant, now, to the truth of human evolution, as it was when it was first imagined into existence. What presents is never, ever, about what presents. Life as Metaphor. The Tarot speaks to the idiom, ‘Because I say so!’

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Tarot is the ancient and enduring template for how we naturally create our lives elementally – crystalizing what we imagine [sight] for ourSelves [light] through open, honest, clear and direct declaration [sound]. Space, as its infinite paradigm, has been the invitation for the creation of a multitude of Tarot Decks… all expressions of quantum genius in human form. So, the Tarot is not about the Tarot; It is about the ‘game’ of life and then some. And, it is all relative to the ‘cards’ we choose to ‘play’; If we do not like the cards we’ve dealt ourSelves, we can change them. We have to choose, first.

Copyright Sheila Winter Wallace – Certified CODE Model Coach™; WEL-Systems® Master Facilitator; Creator of BSI; Full Initiator of Ancient Hawaiian Huna. www.actandinspire.com. This article can also be found on-line at SelfGrowth and also [with minor differences] in the September, 2009 edition of  Tone Magazine, Ottawa, Ontario.

Learn about and register for Sheila’s Tarot Weekend, Reclaiming YourSelf in Tarot’s Ancient Space, coming up on December 10 & 11, 2009 in Kanata, Ontario.