On Poverty

July 2, 2020

The mindset that involves a person in poverty is one that everyone knows, whether we are far and away from it, having an abundant experience of life or are entrenched in the thick of poverty’s snares. The abundant ones are yet aware that poverty exists, even as we are buoyantly floating on the waters of life. As well as abundance knows that abundance will always come, in that self-reflection, there is the sense that in other people, such a belief is covered by many lies, many toils, many and much confusion.

Every man, woman and child has free will, although what messages we received as children influence our choices, as what we believe to be truth determines what choices we make.

My mother told me:
I have to give in order to receive.
+I am not worthy of receiving.
=I could not, should not have good no matter how hard I try to earn it.

((Tears of grief, sobs releasing from my soul))

I held those beliefs as truth in my heart, until I encountered in myself such resistance to life that either I had to die or I had to learn “new tricks.” Death was near and, unknown to me, I was mesmerized by it- but my teachers appeared the moment I flinched and sought to improve my life. They appeared both raggedy and full of shine, ready, able, and willing to gift me with their knowledge, with the healing that I desperately needed, and with the tools they learned and use to help themselves and others every day.

As I traipsed the ledge that separated death from life, I turned my hungry ear and inner eye to their voice which came to distract me from that final fall. “Here! Over here! Look this way! See what is possible? See what you can/should/shall have for yourself and for others? But, here- enjoy this gift- have it, know it, enjoyyyyyyyyy it!! And then the world will clap its’ hands as you turn to share what you have gained.”

Seven years ago, almost to the day, July 4th 2013, my healing journey began. Thank you, Wendy R. Wolf. As we drove toward the 4th of July party at Lynn’s, I said, “I’m in a bad place, Wendy.”

“I know you are,” Wendy said. And, “Would you like a healing?”

And for the first time, I said, “Yes, please.” As soon as we positioned the lawn chairs behind a car and sat, Wendy grounded our energies and the sky opened to the obvious and abundant, the supra-luminous light from God and Jesus, and as though a thousand angels shouted at once, it was said, “You are here!” And still, the sky was bleeding in all the places I was bleeding- it required the Light to reveal my excessive wounds.

It is 2020, July 2, and amidst all the change and turmoil of this year, the blessings flow. Seven years- the perfect amount. As I write this, still, there is felt the undertow of my ocean, pulling on my waves to help them grow. “You can’t, it’s too much to have so much good; no, no, no, no, no…” But I don’t follow the undertow as once I did. I let the water rise and I relax and raise with it, above.

#Hallelujah2020!!!