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Summer Bulletin: 2022

| spiritual mapping: WISDOM |


"A house divided against itself cannot stand." - Abraham Lincoln


Have you ever created a God's eye? Neither have I. I’m going to give it a try ^_* Photo Credit: Artbarblog.com
 

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Summer is the season of bounty. The My Inner Lighthouse motto “LET IT GLOW” takes its cue from the sun and the lush landscape it creates.

Glowing is about enjoying the harvest in our lives. What are the sun-flowers in your life right now? A place to call home? Your health? A strong intellect? A close friendship? Look in and around you and chances are, your life is abundant in countless ways.


There is wisdom in recognizing that, often, life truly is good.



The source question for the wisdom ordinal on our spiritual compass is, “What do you DESIRE?” Why desire? Because often wisdom begins where our interests lie. We naturally follow threads of our curiosity. Whether it starts with a what-if question or drives our every waking moment, desire seeks a path of least resistance—just like we do. In fact, I’m convinced it should lead the way. Sure, wisdom is found in schools, sacred writings, sages, or great leaders. But it’s a whole lot easier to find some clues on a nature walk or look at the stars. (Download the Spiritual Mapping Compass.)


My favorite way to learn is to travel someplace new. Whether it’s through reading a new book or driving down a different block, it’s all discovery to your senses. I recently returned from a pilgrimage with my daughter Hannah to the holy island of Iona, Scotland and I can’t wait to share my travels with you! With poor internet connection during our travels, I wasn't able to share my journey with you in real time, but my guides came up with a better solution. You’re going to join me on a virtual pilgrimage!


I have already begun writing, so you can explore the passages with me. And on my next YouTube recording, I’ll reveal why the theme of story, and our work together, is so important. Be sure to subscribe now to the My Inner Lighthouse YouTube channel and you won’t miss out on this adventure!


 

At the beginning of my daily meditations, I silently chant the mantra:

My heart holds the key, to my DESIRES, my truth, and my connection.

Desire is what drives us. It’s what makes life juicy. The Ascended Masters and I are here to tell you that desire is your muse on the path of the Way.

Before traveling out of town, I read and watch the news so I can take a break from it all when I’m on the road. This allows me to be more attentive to the new surroundings and gives my nervous system a well-deserved break.

So, the week before leaving for Iona, I watched some follow-up reporting from a town hall meeting in Uvalde, Texas about the tragic gun massacre. Older film footage begins the broadcast. An enraged parent faces the mayor’s review panel. His arm is raised, jabbing at the air: why does the police chief still have a job? Why isn’t he fired?

Afterwards, I lay down on my meditation mat with a full heart. On Thursdays I talk to Leonardo DaVinci, a favorite guide who has become more friend than master. Because we often “talk” to each other, he tends to speak very plainly, no holds barred.

DaVinci:

Help me. Tell me about your amendments? What are they?

Sally:

They are updates to our constitution. Our “law of the land.”


Leo, motioning me to sit down next to him:

And what are the first updates?

Sally:

The oldest prohibits limits on freedom of speech. It grants the right to gather and protest peacefully. The second is the right to bear arms. It’s about guns.

DaVinci, looking down, waves his head back and forth:


Don't you think it's strange the first two changes in your constitution seem to be at odds with one another?

Bringing arms to freedom sets the stage for conflict.

Forgive my frustration, Sally. (He takes a deep breath here, so I do the same.) There will always be problems between the powerful and the less powerful. What’s important is for those in power to not hold power over. One is among his comrades, not above them. And the irony of your words: ‘law of the land.’ It wasn’t even your land!

I shamefully bow my head a little and Leo shakes his own in exasperation. He continues:

The power-over feel they are inherently acting on behalf of the common good, because they are in power. However, each person must consider the needs of the entire nation. A republic, to stand on its own, needs leaders who can assemble on behalf of their people. As a whole. Here is an example: why aren’t any of your legal scholars examining how your amendments affect one another? Do they conflict one another here? Do they erode one another? Is more than one amendment at work here? This is something we discuss.

There needs to be leaders in your legal community looking at these questions.


DaVinci continues, becoming more earnest:

This is what is so special about Native Americans. Everyone is present to listen when there are serious questions at stake. The native women are important stakeholders. They carry great weight in the tribes. The land is sacred. Young people are acknowledged and are taught lessons about nature and common decency from a tribal person held in great esteem. The young go through established rituals to become strong. They learn to listen to their heart. As well as what’s important to the tribe.

We felt this was too important a topic, Sally, to not seek more counsel. We want you to meet with Chief Seattle.

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Leonardo walks out of my inner sight. I begin to breathe more deeply, descending deeper into meditation. After a moment or two, I notice a slight wave of sensation as I shift through time-space. When I open my inner eyes, it’s muggy and I am in the mountains. In the woods, I’m grateful to be immune to the mosquitos swarming around me. Normally, I am a bug magnet! Then I notice something burning. The smell is familiar and a bit… sweet? Ahead, I see Chief, and I walk towards him.

Chief is a man of few words. He looks at me and parts a tree branch, revealing a large plantation below.

Chief:

We are in Carolina. Early colonies.

That’s the smell: we were on a tobacco plantation.


There were rows and rows of tobacco plants. A great log house was nearby, large leaves hung to dry. This cabin had three sides so the workers could easily walk in and out. Wooden poles, heaped with strings of leaves were suspended through the shoulders of the slaves, who transferred them to the hanging racks. Smoke snaked through a rear chimney.

I’m shocked by the nearby sound of a whip. A slave right below us receives a lash but makes no sound. His wrists are bound by rope and he is hanging from an extended tripod of logs. His body sways from the force of the whipping. This isn’t his first trip to the whipping post. The skin on his back is raised and is a lattice of abuse. I look at Chief, unable to look down again on the scene. Chief looks on. His eyes don’t waver.

He lets go of the branch and I follow him down a dirt path into the thick of the forest. After about ten minutes, he puts an arm out and I halt as he lowers another branch. Ahead, there is a small clearing, a type of dirt crossroad. Paths radiate out like a wheel and in the center is a great log about six feet long, sawed in half. It’s smooth and creates an open table. I wonder if the white men know about this. Chief begins to narrate what is happening as I watch two small boys approach the center from opposite ends. They are no more than 6 years old, each holding a wrapped bundle.

Chief, pointing left:

He is an Iroquois boy. He brings herbs to the trading table for healing. They will grind down the herbs to use on the man from the post. When they hear the whip, they know to exchange.

Chief points right:

Here is a black boy. He brings tobacco for the red man to smoke.

I wonder whether these children are alone. Chief hears my thoughts and nods his head further down the path in both directions. There is an older Indian man with white markings on his face and a slave mother, both watching their boys.

Chief:

This is a tribal teacher. He shows the young the ways of the Iroquois, nature and Great Spirit so the parents can work to tend to the tribe.

We look at the scene and watch the boys exchange their bundles and small gifts: the native boy gives a small colorful “God’s eye” he’s created from sticks and yarn and the slave boy offers a chiseled wooden top. The Indian boy doesn’t know what to make of the wooden piece, so the other boy grabs the top back and quickly flicks it onto the table. As the top dances into a quick spin, the boys giggle in delight and we each break into a smile. This gives me hope.

When we walk away, Chief talks about the importance of what we’ve witnessed.

Chief:

The red man and the black man forged an alliance. They understand it is best passed down through the children. They found a way.

We go back to a clearing over the plantation. The slaves are going to their cabin to wash up and prepare a meal. They look tired and relieved the sun is setting.

Chief, looks up from the scene at me:

You’ve been thinking about the gun hatred with your people. This has been going on for a very long time. There were three reasons the white men needed these guns: slaves, savages [Indians], and the system of tyranny. Everyone felt oppressed.

He pauses and holds my gaze:

They still do.

Wisdom is found when a man goes into his heart and frees himself from looking outward for answers.

I ruminate on his words as Chief walks away.

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Coming soon to our Journey Blog

Daily walks with the Masters on a pilgrimage.


"Let your friends know that they don't need to pack anything. All will be provided. Their heart will provide the answers." –Mary Magdalene

Until we begin our next journey, re-read our past pilgrimage with Mary Magdalene.




 


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