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Question Everything!

I’d had one of my rants journalling, about people waking up and living consciously. Something along the lines of not everybody knows there’s more to life! Not everyone has time to meditate, has access to books or are inclined to read; time and funds to attend lectures (online or in person); not everyone encounters someone who inspires them to wake up and look at their lives in a different way.

My non-corporeal team countered with this. As soon as you are physically asleep, humans are all equal. Same access to everything that is normally beyond purely 3d existence. So know that you choose to stay asleep or not, the same way that you perhaps choose to watch tv day after day. It is self hypnosis. Yes there are others who are interested in keeping humanity asleep, keeping humans from questioning their beliefs and existence. Question Everything!
There is nothing wrong with choosing to stay asleep. It is simply a choice.

– But a lot of people don’t even know there is more to life!

– How do you know that?

– They don’t know they are being duped, that the tv is hypnotizing them out of self and motivation.

– We repeat; every night when you fall asleep, you are all equal, with the same access to other dimensions. Also, in this day and age there are more possibilities than ever before for people who want to and choose to self-educate. Maybe not formally, but with your internet and libraries before that. People choose what to watch, be that blockbuster movies or clips of animals doing funny things. They could just as easily watch movies about whatever they wish to learn about. Only they choose not to. Not everyone has access to computers, true, but everyone has access to their own soul and it’s infinite wisdom. Don’t forget, that soul intentionally chose to be born into that particular set of circumstances for it’s own reasons.

– I know, I know. I just have this thing and I feel it so deep in my soul and I always have, that some fundamentals should be freely accessible to all. Then you can talk about freedom to choose… Access to free health-care, affordable good quality food. Not those f*cked with ”food-products” that fills the shelves of most shops, packed with chemicals and other unhealthy substances. It’s a part-time job to just keep up with what new bastardisations gets added to what was perfect before human greed got their mitts on it. To have a safe place to sleep and a roof over their head. Such basics should be available free to everyone.

– That is your belief and you can keep holding that vision if you so wish. However, just because that is what you desire for humanity, does not mean all souls would agree with it.
There is still far too much fear in this world and a permeating belief that there’s not enough for everyone. Deal with your own fears, your own judgements. Hold the light energetically speaking for others to see. It only takes a small part of the population to make a change. You call it the 100th Monkey. Little by little, one by one, as people choose to relax into a less fearful way of being, instead of reacting to all the stimulus surrounding them, to see the world for what it really is, rather than a self-imposed distortion lens created out of their own fears. As they choose to face their fears and begin to feel more empowered, they will no longer feel like pawns in someone else’s game.

– You make it sound so simple.

– That is because a lot of truths are. It’s humans who make it complicated.

Catpaw, 24 September 2013.

It’s autumn, my favorite season of the year, I was hoping this would be a more fun post but in 9 days we’ll have nowhere to live. We got the notice last week: they want us out. For being 2 weeks late with the rent. We looked at some other places today, more money for less space. We are open to receive help.  Please feel free to share. Thank you.

I set up this fundraising today:
http://www.gofundme.com/4xdjqo

My latest painted offering just in time for Dia de los Muertos, the feline equivalent of La Calavera Catrina, Mexicos grand dame of Death, Let me introduce La GATARINA! Original for sale too, 24x34cm.
La Gatarina 300
http://fineartamerica.com/featured/la-gatarina-liz-rosales.html

And of course you can still pre-order my book, check out the last post for details.  Much love x

Sneak-peak; The Spirit of Flying

Here’s a little taster from my forthcoming book  The Spirit of Flying; realitales softly spoken. If you like this blog I can almost guarantee that you’ll love reading the book.

Please if you feel so inclined, consider pre-ordering by emailing me.

The Spirit of Flying - realitales softly spoken. Temp. cover. Art by the lovely Anja Lüder.

The Spirit of Flying – realitales softly spoken.
Temp. cover.
Art by the lovely Anja Lüder.

In search of the Spirit of flying; a letter to you, the reader

The mists are the place where this world meets all the others. The worlds you once knew, the ones you more often than not got told did not exist, until you talked yourself out of seeing. Unless you are a bit like me and refused to let go….

You refused to let go because the mist held an allure like nothing else. A muffler of noise, it also offered a welcome break that the (often) harsh and loud ”real world” could not compare with.

The “other worlds” tempted this walker between worlds with a magic of its own, offering ever changing perspectives and views of the once familiar. A multi faceted world that shifts its focus from an every day experience to a world perceived through the Third Eye and the Heart, if you let it…

Flying fills me with a kind of longing I don’t know how to explain or satisfy. Longing for a place I have never seen this time around and do not visually remember; for beings I have not embraced in this lifetime and know not consciously who they are.

Aeons ago if you think linearly, yet a short hop of a flight if you use your heart. Somewhere out there it still reverberates like a plucked string, singing a note that resonates with something so deep within my soul I have yet to find it. It whispers through years of frustration, built up over a lifelong and at times frenetic search, so far mostly in vain. That’s when the tears come once more, hot and despondent.

I’m twisting and turning myself inside and out.
Because flying still feels unattainable,
representing that which is out of reach thus keeping it so.
That which I believe I can never have.
Unless I figure out why I want it so and
what it truly represents to me.

The spirit of flying I need to define
in a way that at least I can grasp.
I have gone through the dictionary and the thesaurus too
the combination lock of this equation
stays firmly locked in place.

Then I’m dreaming…
I’m soaring!
I’m on my way!
Unlimited freedom of movement
excellent overview
me and my flying machine
together as one
Everything is in it’s place as it should be
trimmed and primed
I’m weightless and focused
here and there, all at once
spinning the thread that connects the two…

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