Money

I am really working on letting go of my limitations in all their forms. Part of that is consciously connecting to the energy of money and allowing that energy, what Inelia Benz describes as an elemental force, to come into my life.

Inelia has freely shared a great process for connecting to this very powerful energy. As I use it the things that come up are painful and the visions are not always pleasant. The discipline is to just sit and watch them allowing the deep feeling beyond the judgement to be fully felt, realizing at the bottom what it all really is….a blessing of experience.

Reflecting later when done with the technique I can see how these experiences have solidified into unprocessed emotions masked in beliefs about money. It is no wonder there is so much intensity around this subject for so many people.

Even just doing an exercise like this will no doubt cause people to say what about inviting love and joy into your life? Well believe me I am doing that too and that is even scarier sometimes. It is a much more vulnerable process for me.

With all this processing about money an epiphany came to me today that money strongly represents an aspect of the element of ether. Many know the elements of fire, water, air, and earth but lesser known is that of ether. An unseen force all around us of which anything can manifest. It has been described as the human equivalent of the water a fish swims in.

Here is a link to Inelia’s website and the technique if you would like to try it out yourself. Feel free to share your experience with me if you like.

I will add that each day I do this I notice something different happening around me.

https://ineliabenz.com/self-empowerment-resources/reconnecting-spirit-money/

May you feel through to your knowing,

Jason

The Rut

 

Sitting on the lanai he drinks his first drink of a beer knowing it isn’t going to help him. He has gone rounds with this addiction for a long time, conquered it succumbed again and again. Now after 15 years of work he drinks like a “normal person” but tonight he knows he is pushing it.

He is reaching to self-medicate. He knows he won’t go over his self-imposed limit of 3 to 4 beers in fact he only has two usually but this first one is from a place of desperation and the hope that it will dissipate his pain knowing deep inside it has never made it any better especially the next day.

He is frustrated and feeling defeated. His men’s group didn’t seem to help much tonight, the run he went on didn’t really help, the meditation he did that morning really didn’t accomplish anything. He drinks the beer and says fuck it. But as he pulls it away from his lips he has an almost uncontrollable impulse to launch the thing into the trees but he catches that.

Perhaps the mediation did help a bit. It gave him that split second amount of time to think, “Do I really want to throw this? Do I want to restart that pattern again too? His mind shows him the memory of throwing a beer bottle from the front door of his apartment long ago taking mild pleasure in the distance it took to get it all the way down the hill to land mashing into pieces in the middle of the highway below. He remembers this was a regular occurrence coming home late from the bar feeling alone and frustrated.

“No, I will just hold onto it”.

He decides to check in, to dive into himself where that impulse came from, realizing that it is another part of him that was wanting to take control. “What do you want?” he asks internally.

The message comes very quick and clear, “I want to fuck, to fight and to have fun. I am cooped up and going crazy!”

He gets it, realizing how much of his life this last year has been about getting things done, being a good man, doing what is right. He mentor’s youth in the schools for God’s sake he needs to be pleasant and kind and hold space. He can’t force or get upset when someone pokes at him.

He uses the dreaded modeling of vulnerability on a daily basis. There is a need to be unconditionally loving or in the jargon of psychology to show unconditional positive regard.

That is the discipline and he is happy to do it but another part is fucking dying while craving adventure, excitement, and danger. It wants to live free and out in the world without boundaries and all the formal communication pleasantries. Enough with the good man stuff already.

“How can we do those things without going to jail?” He asks the wild part. He realizes this is just an excuse to live small and safe. He could go out and see what is out in the little part of the world he lives in but he is afraid.

Afraid he will meet those bad men the ones that don’t seem to feel anything but anger and jealousy. Those men that value respect but rarely give it. Those that want to destroy anything different that challenges their comfort or threatens their alpha position.

He is afraid of being laughed at and ridiculed by others. He fears the stares and the energy that is directed his way. The very reason why he found so much comfort in alcohol long ago. He could numb that gift of his.

He could still feel and sense but the reaction was gone and he was in control. Flowed with the energies around him and delighted in being able to sense his surroundings but this was short lived and the result of the distortion from living in a shell and hiding during much of his youth.

So he drinks his beer and sits in silence on his lanai. Hoping someday things will be different.

If only he could utilize all the things he has learned, applied the laws/lore that are so well known to him yet fail to bring the outcomes he desires. He faces yet again the pain of almost there, the shadow of not good enough, and the pain of longing for something he can’t even describe anymore.

The term lanai is used instead of porch or deck as he lives in Hawaii, he has unique house that is very affordable, warm weather all year, lots of people that care about him, ability to get in the ocean anytime of year and a rewarding job. Yet his restlessness continues. Just a pattern

May you know and break free of what holds you,

Jason

What Hardens a Man’s Heart?

The problem with a heart is that it can break be torn and leave us feeling deep pain and longing for what once gave us so much joy and happiness.

A man may try to avoid this by shutting down some of that joy when he feels it again, he may seek out fake joy in drugs and alcohol hoping that it will at least make the pain go away, he may finally find a partner that brings him joy but he may never allow himself to fully love him or her and will try to control that person to keep from feeling the pain he felt long ago when something he loved left or was destroyed.

A man may become so good at keeping himself from feeling pain in his heart that overtime he losses that connection to it. He loses that which makes him a loving human being and kills his heart. If he does this enough times he may no longer feel the aches and pains but he also no longer feels love and connection with those around him. This is the black heart.

He suffers a different pain. A pain of disconnection from himself and others. This pain strongly affects those around him although he may not notice it for a long time. He will wonder why he cannot relate to women, why his children find him cold and distant and why he is so uncomfortable around other men. He may feel very guarded around people and always ready for a fight.

In this distorted disconnected pain he instead seeks his happiness in things that he can own and control. And so there is a shell of pain around his heart and this is why it hurts to go there and reconnect in the beginning after it has been long suppressed.

The heart is a muscle and like every muscle it tears and rips, but each time it is made stronger through the process when it is allowed to heal. Just like the pain you feel when you work out so it is with the heart. The heart of the warrior feels the pain and knows he can withstand it. He feels it to heal it. He fearlessly lives though he may lose it all and in the grand scheme of things he will indeed. But know that the experience is always retained.

May you always be connected to your heart,

Jason

Unwanted Visitor

I sit and contemplate my tortured fate…..wait….

Is it really?

No not at all.

Then why do I feel like this yet again?

It is there again that familiar anger and frustration. The familiar feeling that I am about to explode but can’t. I feel stuck in my body and forced to be where I am. I am forced to face the path I have placed myself on unable to let go and accept what is. This brings sadness and rage. The desire is to unleash and break something. The impulse to break out and break free….just plain break something but I know it not wise this time around.

Perhaps this current inspiration to write this here is the result of all that has come into my awareness at a deeper level lately. There have been epiphanies and deeper realizations of how I choose and create my reality. How what I focus on comes into my life and how all that I project out in the form of thoughts and judgments with the fuel of emotion is now what is seen before me.

In all honesty it is actually quite good. And yet here I am again, though I am feeling blessed with all the love of my family, wonderful supportive friends, and the love of a woman who takes me right to my heart in a way that I haven’t fully gone to in a long while the pain remains.

So why this depression, this feeling of frustration and pain….the unwanted visitor that comes to me and spins me out so that everything falls apart. All that I have worked to build and accomplish becomes stagnate with opportunities to proceed from my efforts potentially missed. Like paddling out to a wave just about to catch it and something pulls me down.

Lately I have gained some control over this as it is more of a, I am still on the surface of the ocean type thing, but the wave passes and I see all those that have caught it…Honestly, I sometimes wonder which is worse but I do delight in their play and enjoyment. It warms my dark mind and activates me into my heart to really see people doing what they love and living free.

I know I will get there too. I just need to break the mental groove in my head and the wake of its undertow which holds me in fear.  The subconscious groove or gutter of past thoughts that there dwells all I have created. That which may have served me long ago but now only houses the thought forms and limitations that visit me now.

Is it all mind stuff and the darkness is my own making. Will my world and the one around me change if I can catch my visitors and cast them out? Will I catch up with those who have done this and freed themselves from restriction and pain?

I will do it tonight and the next day and again and again until there is a new groove which will not be a gutter.

May you know inner harmony and external peace,

Jason

Come Home to Your Heart

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“Come home to your heart” This is the message that was given to me recently by a beloved ancestor who had passed on a while ago. With that I find myself in Love alone.

No one is really alone but that statement is related to something I am literally sitting with lately, Love. This is a deep Love for someone that turns to pain when I leave my heart space feeling. I go into my head and feel the need to have this person close to me and this creates pain and frustration not because it is a totally unobtainable feat but because being with them his not healthy for me or them at this time.

There is nothing wrong with them merely that our pain rubs up against each other making things volatile and explosive. I can sometimes go into anger at this. There was so much potential and connection between us. Since it didn’t work out I want to blame them for this longing and pain but that is just my mind falling back on a harmful and destructive protection mechanism.

I see this dynamic played out tragically all over the world since the beginning of time. How love can turn to darkness and pain and in extreme cases some very destructive suffering of others on a mass scale.

Is Love everything? Perhaps it is. I believe many of the horrible things in the world are done from a distortion of love. A longing for something that already exists as a feeling but it is pushed into control and ownership for safety. When this isn’t obtained in that mental realm it is often the cause of some ugly behavior.

Like the Buddhist say there is a need to let go and allow. That attachment is the root of all suffering. It is all mind stuff.I am seeing more and more what they mean as my journey unfolds.

We all have pain we carry and we all have developed ways to deal with that. These coping mechanisms do not always mesh well with others. Especially if our partner or loved one has a similar pain or they use a defense mechanism that triggers the other person’s past issues with a parent/significant figure in their life. So many of us are operating from a wounded child place because that is when we developed the tool. It is subconscious and rarely noticed by the individual but obvious to all around them.

Many of us are actively working to correct that in therapy, healing, dance, art, groups, and meditation just to name a few. For me it is a struggle I have put a great deal of work into and I now help others on this brave path. I have yet to fully heal myself if that is even possible but I really strive to use my tools and stay disciplined in being the person I want to be in the world.

What I am realizing is that Love is the ability to feel deeply vulnerable while not trying to control or own any external representation of it in order to alleviate that unbounded vulnerability. Fear of that vulnerability is to fear truly being in a place of Love.

To be vulnerable is to be open and connected to what is and it can feel very raw and painful. My tendency in the past was to want to run away from that “weird” feeling in various forms the strongest of which was to feel sad or angry about what is not in my life in the way I want it to be. I am realizing that the way it is in my life is perfect and if I stay with that vulnerability I can really connect and have love for that person and in turn myself and others I meet. I do not need to be with her in a traditional sense I can appreciate what I have with her and be ok that it is enough. This is how we tear down the walls that have been built to protect our hearts from being hurt.

I could be angry at all the things I didn’t get and how they have just picked up and moved on without me but truthfully I see how grateful I am at what we had and experienced. She is still in my life and I can be there with that interaction as it comes. I would truly be sad without her but maybe even this could be worked on as I progress.

I wonder if we are in Love with the person or just that feeling of Love that is ever present when it is connected to. How the connection to it is usually the result of some external thing but it is there when we go to visit that raw place. I can really feel this Love in my heart right now and I am working to make it my home. I am letting go of all the pain, fighting and blame that used to “protect” me from it when I would run to my head to remove the vulnerability.

From this place I may finally find my healing and the external representation of that in a partner. Well a guy can hope anyway and it is not a bad practice to cultivate.

Thanks for reading.

May you know the power of strong vulnerability and the Love that lives there,

Jason

Showing Up

The wave I was riding a while back crashed. I found myself tumbling for a while into a familiar abyss sinking slowly down until I finally started to remember who I am. I have since resurfaced, regained my breath and am now back up looking for the next big one.

This analogy truly describes how I see the ups and downs of life. I will catch an awesome wave and everything is great and inevitably the ride always seems to end. Admittedly, I will often bail or wipe out before it does for various reasons I am still working on but each time I learn a lot. Each time the ride lasts a little longer and is a little sweeter. Well this last time I wiped out pretty hard but resurfaced with a very profound insight.

The epiphany is something that is probably totally obvious and long known to others but I now see it fully beyond just an intellectual concept. The “it” is the knowing that though it may appear to be true there is no perfect person. There is no one Being who has mastered reality here. It is just people doing the best they can often trying to deal with the sometimes extreme pain and confusion they have experienced. The ironic thing is that those experiences which cause so much pain are often the very things that seem to make a person so powerful and interesting. Like one’s will being tempered in the fires of life.

I know it sounds ridiculous to believe in a perfect person but for me it was a necessity to think like this. I needed to believe that there were people that found a way to overcome their traumatic conditioning, had found a way to control their ego desires and frustrations, and could maintain their cool despite what happened around them. That there were people that attained self-mastery. When I realized that this was not true it shattered me. That supernatural possibility was what I strove to become so as to fix myself and to attain my highest potential. I feel it is still possible but the bar isn’t so naively high now.

I now have a little better understanding of what the limitation is here as a human. I bet Jesus was probably often depressed and Gandhi was probably a dick from time to time but what made them great are all the times they pulled it together and showed up. I can now give myself permission to not need to be perfect or beat myself up when I fall short. I can allow myself compassion and understanding when I do. I can just surrender to being human rather than try to be this perfect being that never loses his temper or doesn’t drink or always says the right thing. I can be free to be me and not apologize if it upsets someone else. I can be quite and hold my center without trying to help others feel better. The caveat to this is that I still show up when it really counts and pull it together when people genuinely need me. Like those electric moments of deep release and vulnerability that permeates the environment. When a strange silence fills the air and time seems to stand still. Those times when there is an opportunity to shift the very core of something or someone in a positive direction.

The best part of my realization is that I have also found it much easier to allow others their attempts at this perfection without wanting to ridicule them in the times they fail. I have increased my compassion for what I used to think were people faking it. I can let it go easier when I see through what I used to think was a façade but now simply understand that most of them are genuinely trying to be that and how wrong it is to discourage it or have ill will towards that person.

I can now let go of my illusions I have about the many great men and women who seem to have it all together realizing it is just them pulling it together when it really counts. I now know it is impossible to do all the time but still hold out hope for all of humanity that it happens most of the time.

I am reminded of something I discovered long ago and will leave you with this.

Attaining enlightenment is easy the difficulty is in maintaining it.

May you be free to enjoy your life and always show up at your best when it counts,

Jason

My Epic Adventure part 2

Heart Reclamation

We flew back to England the morning after our encounter with the dolphins in Scotland. Once there we picked up a really great rental car called a Vauxhall Insignia (aka Opel). I loved this car. It was fast and had a lot of torque off the line because of the diesel engine and with the 6 speed manual transmission it was great for cruising fast on the freeway.

People drive really fast over there. You just have to watch out for the speed cameras. My only complaint about the car was that it would stall any time you let it idle or bog down in between gears because of the fuel saving engine cut off. Not a very cool option.

I am really spoiled after having driven over in Europe. The style is totally different beyond just the driving on the other side of the road thing in the UK. People actually get out of your way. They move over when you want to pass even on two lane roads. If you happen to pass someone with oncoming traffic the cars just move over to the shoulder. There isn’t this massive freak out like they need to play chicken because someone is in “their lane”. I really miss that about Europe, not only the UK but France and Greece as well.

We stopped at Mirbai’s dad’s apartment but he wasn’t there. A woman that looks after him and cleans the place let us in. He had a lot of the art work on the walls that he has made over the years. They were paintings and mosaics of mostly religious themes. We left the gifts we had brought for him there and drove down the road to the store she said he was at. We found him out in front of it looking at something. He was a short man a bit hunched over and slow moving but with a very sunny disposition. He was very excited to see his daughter but a bit confused when we conversed with him. He seems to have a bit of the beginnings of dementia.

We were successful in talking him into going to a pub other than his favorite. The one we found was a really great place called the Carpenters arms. A very popular spot in the small village we found it in.

The pubs seem to be like the heart of a community in most of the villages in the UK. Places to meet, talk, drink and eat good food. This one was no exception. The food was excellent. I learned a lot about the English and their love for protocols and traditions at this place. There seems to be a very strict protocol in how one eats dinner. The one I noticed right away was the upside down fork thing. They balance food on the back of forks and use the left hand to cut food instead of switching hands like most Americans. This latter technique does make more sense but the balancing food on an upside down fork was hard to get my head around.

Another thing I learned, with a bit of embarrassment, is how you are not to move the plates when done. Usually I will take a plate to move it closer to the end of the table for the waiter. This is actually considered rude and not helpful to do so as in the US.

Also, one should never eat dessert until everyone is done eating. In fact they will not bring it. This is something that confused me as to why the cheese plate wasn’t brought out after I requested it twice. The first realization with how different things are was when I had first tried to order it as an appetizer and they looked at me like I was a madman.

Later, they were baffled by my continued request to have it after dinner before everyone is done eating. Cheese is often considered a desert or palette cleanser before sweets.  They did eventually bring it before Mira’s dad finished. I was told by Mirabai about the tradition at that point. I felt very embarrassed and understood how Americans could be considered so rude by such ignorance. It also explained why her dad kept apologizing for taking so long to eat. It was a very long time but he was very much enjoying his food which we were all happy to see. It did look good, some kind of meat pie with a bunch of lard in the crust.

We dropped dad off at home and headed up to see the place of my birth, Lakenheath Air force base. We were almost detained after I posed for a picture with the main gate in the background. I remember thinking “Oh man this is bad” when the older guy radioed someone asking if he should brief and release or detain?

Thankfully, we were free to go after they looked over our passports, asked some questions and had us delete the photos. Afterwards they even pointed out a spot where we could take a picture. It isn’t as great as the first one. Even the younger of the two soldiers who questioned us commented on how great the first one was. I was really glad he was there as the other guy seemed very intense and one of those people who is like a dog of war just trying to always please people in authority to the point of blind obedience. Something I consider very dangerous.

We were then off to meet Mirabai’s son Cosmo. I was a bit worried by this but when we first met he gave me a big hug and I felt very welcomed and excepted. The drive up was fun but also very scary at parts. There were a lot of single track roads and especially tight ones just before Cosmos village. It was really hard to see beyond the tall hedges. There were also some extremely narrow places along the road were only one car could barely squeeze through.

We had a great stay with Cosmo. The first day we went go kart racing in Milton Keynes. It was a very strange place much like my friend who lived there described it years ago. It seemed to be comprised of these massive bubbles of neighborhoods all a bit isolated from each other even though they were all connected.

It felt as though there wasn’t much sense of community in this place just a bunch of houses and things to do that cost money. Perhaps the lacking of old family owned pubs was the reason for this. It really struck me odd has to how many things there was to do in the area like two go kart tracks, rock climbing, kayaking, mini golf and a plethora of corporate dining establishments. But again, the common theme was all things that cost money. It was like someone’s grand design of pulling people in around an area like a consumptive model business ideas. From a cognitive perspective it was ingenious but felt soulless and without heart. The main intention seemed to me about money and the creation definitely reflected that.

I did some energy work while sitting on the massive mound next to the go-kart track waiting for our turn to race. I saw a bunch of grids and symbols so I brought in some good energy from Hawaii and whatever I felt was needed in that place. Mostly heart, Aloha.

I did really well racing. I finished 4th out of like 15 people and was first out of all the people who didn’t bring their own helmet or racing suit. Cosmo finished just in front of me. Mirabai was really impressed by both of us and seemed very proud. It was a lot of fun and something I really enjoyed. I was also pleased that Mira got to see me do so well. She was a great support during the whole thing; she took pictures and cheered us on as we went by.

There was a man talking to her while we were racing but I never had concern about her loyalty to me. I felt very safe and supported to enjoy myself without worrying about her or our relationship. It is such a beautiful thing to trust and feel so supported. I am truly grateful for her presence in my life. She really is an incredible woman.

That night we watched some stand up movie Mirabai wanted to watch and munched on stuff we picked up at the store. We picked up her daughter Millie the next day at the train station. We met her with coffee we picked up down the street. There of course was a heart there that Mirabai took a picture of as is her practice for her instagram I see love everywhere.

Millie was pretty tired and had a bit of a cold so we just took it easy that day. We wound up mostly just hanging out around the house then went and had a bite to eat and some coffee at a cool little outdoor café that was part of a farm in Cosmos tiny village. It was the place we had been getting our coffee each morning.

We dropped Millie back off at the train station. She gave me a hug and told me to take care of her mom. It felt a bit like both a warning and a blessing. She and Cosmo seemed very different. She is very into the world of finance, making money and a name for her-self, uninterested in Cosmos awareness of the various conspiracy knowledge which I am also in agreement with. It seems they may have had many discussions about it and she may even believe it too at some level but wants to play the game for a bit.

Hopefully, she doesn’t get too burned out or used up by the system. She seems to be doing very well in it. She later came to visit us in Hawaii for Mirabai’s birthday. They went Swimming with dolphins and we all went out to the lava flow and watched the sun set on the top of Mauna Kea. We had a blast and both of us missed her a great deal after she left.

What seemed like a disaster was actually a blessing when while driving the Vauxhall I miss calculated how close I was to the curb and scratched the wheel up pretty bad. Luckily Cosmo works at a Maserati restoration shop so we were able to go there to get some sand paper and metal polish. It was actually really great that I did curb the wheel because the shop was a great highlight for the trip. It was in a small little village near Cosmos. A very unassuming building but inside was literally millions of dollars or pounds worth of automobiles. Not only the cars that were being worked on like one worth over 2 million pounds but a whole little museum filled with old motorcycles and cars fully restored.

Apparently, this Maserati shop is very famous and well respected in the automotive world. I was able to fix the wheel which turned out looking very good. We turned the car in to the rental company without any trouble. Mirabai was happy about that and impressed that I was able to fix it. I myself was very relieved and proud to be able to draw upon some of my previous experience and skill in working with cars.

Early the next morning we were off to Stansted airport to fly to Marseille with the flight leaving at 6:45am. We missed our flight and had to wait till that afternoon to catch the next one. Luckily we were flying business class so we didn’t have to pay any extra. I was all ready to just hang out at the airport, having found a place where we could lay out on a bunch of seats. Mirabai was really tired and wanted a proper place to sleep so she booked a really nice hotel close by and we got some much needed rest.

On the flight over to France I spent a lot of the time writing my personal essay for the Argosy Marriage and Family therapy master’s degree scholarship which I wound up winning first place for and am now enrolled in the program.

Just before we landed in France I was struck by the beauty of the land and how familiar it felt. I was filled with emotion and my eyes began to water. I felt my heart come back to me. I felt so much I was speechless. I was holding back from fully letting go in that moment. There was so much emotion and tremendous joy in reconnecting with what was left there so long ago.

Mirabai noticed how moved I was and checked in on me asking if I was ok? All I could do was node yes with a big smile on my face. I reclaimed my heart. I had left it there a couple lifetimes ago during WW1.

This was from a past life memory I was very familiar with. A salient lifetime shown to me many years prior because of the tremendous significance it has played in my journey here. It was a powerful shift for me not only in that life but for all the thousands of others that preceded it. It was a final undeniable realization that I was killing my own brothers.

I was fighting people who were just like me over some bullshit because certain men couldn’t get along. I was a pawn in one of the most destructive games played out on this planet.

I remember in that life laying on my back and just letting go. Apparently, I decided to leave a big piece of my heart there on that land in France. The specific aspect of losing heart was not known or clear to me until that moment when returning to France. This of course is all an energetic.

It seems I went a bit too far in that lifetime. It was as if I no longer wanted to feel that level of love and connection to things that through manipulation impassioned me to go out to fight and kill for. The love of family and wanting to protect them from “evil”, the love of my country wanting to keep our righteous way of life alive, and the love of my fellow soldiers and wanting to keep them safe from the “enemy”.

It was all bull shit. We were fighting and dying horribly over a piece of muddy land that was often just walked away from the next day. I was creating suffering and I had done it for thousands of lifetimes. This is the one where I decided I was done playing the game and would no longer participate with it. I felt utterly betrayed.

I reclaimed what was mine simply from this awareness and being back in this beautiful country. With this integration I was able to move towards more wholeness and given the message of, “I see through the game and love the players”.

Forgiving them was not fully possible until this lifetime. Whom I speak of are those men who rally others to a cause that destroys that which is beautiful and vulnerable in the world. I see how I was them for many lifetimes. I see how I was misled by forces that overwhelm men of ego and desire in order to try and separate us all from harmony.

So that is a big part of my epic adventure. There is more I could share like the extremely uncomfortable experience of being in the Istanbul airport 24 hours before an attempted coup but I don’t really feel like writing about that.

We did go to Greece, a place where my soul longs to be and feels at peace. Perhaps I will write about that someday but for now I will end it here and thank all those that have read this far.

May you reclaim all parts of self and enjoy life,

Jason