Yes, it’s the first day of spring. Yes, but.
Today I had big plans for planting. Four svelte and shiny little evergreen trees are perched in their pots. Plump bags of fancy soil are my new purchases too; promises written on the packages inspire me; this soil ought to help my new arborvites get off to a great start.
All my gardening plans are in place. Except for the forecast today: cold rain and maybe even snow.
But everything has been scheduled! A nice piece of time set aside, after church, is to be my glorious time for planting. Well, glorious except for that weather forecast, which is so not included in my official plans.
I’m Not Ungrateful, Not Really
When I went outdoors for the first time, some luscious mauve sunrise colors were still in the sky. And I loved that sight of my world made new.
Every day, life comes back so fresh. Animal, vegetable, mineral… Mother Earth is The Best!
I can be a good sport if the planting can’t happen today. How could I, really, complain?
Every day, my garden is showing something new. The necessary but dull sleep of winter is definitely done. Purple crocuses have bloomed, and now daffodils are standing up proudly (if shivering a bit, perhaps).
My darling lilacs are budding. Does it make me weird that I love them so?
Then let me be weird.
And, oh, let me plant! As a Gardening Mom I demand it. How big a favor would it be, for me to start off my new plants today? The first day of spring!
I had it all planned out, how it was supposed to be at my garden today. As if bringing their support to my plan, just look at my plants-in-waiting.
In their simple pots, my green young trees show a hint of their promise already, their everyday-unfussy, gently green, gorgeous needles. The delicacy of the top branches? Superb! It reminds me of feathers.
For these right-sized trees I have great expectations.
I Just Don’t Like Waiting. I Don’t. I Don’t.
Reminds me of something that happened with work yesterday, a Skype session with Joe.
Towards the end of the session he casually mentioned how he had tried meditation but wasn’t any good at it. In a way, this shocked me. Because I’d done Skilled Empath Merge with Joe and he had the consciousness to be a meditation TEACHER, not some failed student.
So I facilitated a bit of Vibrational Re-Positioning. I offered to pull out some energetic holograms. Then and there, I did research for Joe, helping him to understand what really was going on. He did.
What was I able to show him? Mostly Joe had succeeded at doing the technique being taught, a really stooopid meditation method. In my opinion, it would have been impossible for this technique to work unless you did it for five hours straight. Only then, due to exhaustion, might the meditator slip into a deep experience.
Researching away, I demonstrated to Joe something that surprised and inspired him. To the degree that he “failed” at this technique, he was being protected by an already-strong connection to God.
This graced connection actually made it impossible for Joe to follow through with the self-torture that had been taught to him in the name of meditation. (“Clear your mind of thoughts” — really? Was this supposed to happen during or after the lobotomy?)
Then I went on to research the aura of Joe’s meditation teacher, Gladys. I went into some detail about the dreadful consequences of that stooooopid meditation technique on her. The specific, and shocking, qualities of awful!
Business as Usual, Except for One Thing
Joe got it. Facially he showed relief. Intellectually he understood. Emotionally Joe was freed from a sense of failure that was only due to multiple layers of illusion, viewed as silly things really once they had been cleared away.
In my line of work (RES) all of that is a great privilege, yet it is also business as usual.
So, for me, that was all in a day’s sacred work. Except for one thing. As we spoke, Joe’s eyes widened and his eye glitter turned steadier, even, than it had been before. (Eye glitter is a term from physiognomy. And that’s one face reading question you’re welcome to ask at my blog, if you want to put that in a comment box some time.)
“There is so much to RES. I had no idea there was so much to it.” Joe’s words matched what I was observing right there on the surface. Before this session, he didn’t even know what a chakra databank was. Now he understood there are techniques that, some day, he can learn. He can learn Stage Three Energetic Literacy and beyond. Of course he can.
(And, unlike what happened with that terribly sad meditation technique from his past, learning RES energy READING skills and energy HEALING skills would have a positive effect on his spiritual evolution, his path to Enlightenment.)
Beautiful, Yet Frustrating. Yes, I’ll Admit It.
Some day I can certainly teach JOE how to pull out an energetic hologram. (Stage Four Energetic Literacy.) I can even teach him how to do Vibrational Re-Positioning. (Stages Five and Six of Energetic Literacy, depending on which of the techniques is being used for the Vibrational Re-Positioning.)
But it isn’t time yet, teaching all this.
So far, I have taught only two of my RES professionals how to pull out energetic holograms. I could teach them because they were ready.
All my apprentices and graduates are moving forward so fast. I am so very proud of them, excited at the special excellence of each one, and quietly thrilled at the talent each of them brings to RES.
I’m hopeful about others who are preparing to apply for the Mentoring Program in Rosetree Energy Spirituality. I see the possibilities in them. If they continue to be willing, it will be my privilege to mentor them too.
Sure it takes a while to be trained as a professional at RES. And it is taking a while for there to be a ripening and establishment of skills. I’m teaching my graduates skills as fast as ever I can.
Only I’m aware that teaching must be paced appropriately for these new skills for the Age of Awakening (maybe new in the collective consciousness of the world, who am I to know for sure?)
It’s like training ballerinas. You might think, “She will do so great en pointe.” But woe to the teacher who is so eager that she teaches a young dancer to tie on her toe shoes too soon.
Patience Is a Virtue. Grrrrrr.
Not all virtues are acquired in a pleasant manner.
Sometimes I learn how to trust, to be a good sport.
- I am so grateful for the skills of RES, for the clients who appreciate it and those who help it to spread by respectful word of mouth.
- I am awed by the rapid progress of those I have the privilege of teaching and mentoring. Talk about soul thrill!
- I love my garden just as it is, and work with it the best I can, in the time available to me.
As for the rest, it’s like honoring the potential of my four glorious trees. I will plant them as soon as I can.