Bridezilla, Kid-zilla and finding Peace in the Hurricane of Humanity! What’s going on with Mom’s and Kids these days?

Yeah, well there it is—Truth.  We recognize it when we see it and do our best to live it. 

“We can never make peace in the outer world, until we make peace with ourselves.”  –Dalai Lama 

We tend to want to think of those types of cliché’s on global scales but what we see globally starts with individuals. 

I’ve had some trouble making peace with myself – my psyche has been disturbed as I continually adjust to being around so many humans.  I’ve been a loner in solitude for so long that—well, maybe too long.  I’m in a community now and it is unavoidable—humans are bumping into me left and right and what I’m noticing about children especially is mystifying.

I watch these kids rule over their mothers and the mom’s giving in, caving at the child’s demands.  Further, this lack of respect and abusive behavior of kids toward their mom’s is very disturbing.  I stood in line at a subway sandwich shop late in the day and next to me an overweight little boy (probably around age 9 or 10) demanded extra meat on his sandwich.  She reminded him that they’d previously had a conversation about it and she wasn’t going to “play that game” with him she said.  I was barely noticing their interaction until he raised his voice and to his mother said, “I feel like punching you in the face right now.”  She rubbed his back and said okay that he could have extra meat on his order!  (What?!)

I don’t want to feel the vibes of these types of exchanges–in fact, I recoil but still take it in.  Chaos comes in and peace goes out the window.   I’ve got to do better! 

Earlier yesterday I went to the pool to do my exercise and a little tyke was doing her best to get her mother’s attention and her mother was doing her best to ignore the kid while reading a book!  The exchange that went on for the whole 30 minutes that I was there was… the power plays and manipulations from this little one was pretty astounding climaxed by this 4-year-old telling her mother “We’re going right now” and the mom actually got up and left with the child. 

Later while in a clearance store this 8-year-old is screaming at her mother about a product she wanted arguing for the purchase and the mother simply allowed the back-talk and disrespect!  What in the world is going on with these humans?  I walked to the other side of the store and shortly afterward the same little girl ends up on my aisle and screams, “watch out!”, as she nearly hit me with a shopping cart that was too big and awkward for her to handle.

It was a week ago when an out of control little boy who wreaking havoc at the pool “handled” his mother in a jaw-dropping way.  He was being extremely loud and sassing her at every opportunity until she said to him, “Now you’ve really done it and we’re going to have to leave—get out of the pool.”  He dove under water every time she tried to speak to him until she eventually got into the pool herself and drug him out.  “We’re leaving”, she said.  He threw himself down in a poolside chair and scolded her, “30 seconds!  I will sit here for 30 seconds and then I’m going back in the pool.” 

To my amazement, she agreed to his terms and said, “Okay, but you cannot get up before then and don’t even try!” 

What?  What happened to “We’re leaving”?  He mocks her then over and over about wanting her towel until one of the other mothers gets out of her chair and yells at the unruly child, “Look little boy, don’t talk to your mother that way!”  With this the kid swam off to the other side of the pool for a while but within a few minutes started back toward her direction calling her “fat” and “chubby” and other names equally as demeaning.  What did the mother do?  She ignored him.  I left the pool. 

Certainly I’m noticing these things based on what I’m feeling within me and sometimes, I’ll have to admit, it isn’t exactly peaceful being around others and having to be part of their drama simply going to the pool, walking through a discount store or buying a sandwich!  As a psychic or sensitive, I’m swimming in other people’s energy much more than I’d like to and am still having to grapple with how to do this thing properly—this living in the big city and having so many humans dabbling in my auric field is something I’m not practiced at.  Talk about coming down from the hermitage—the world seems to have totally changed!  What has happened to children’s discipline and respect?  What is going on with these mothers? What kind of parenting relationships are these?

I have to work on my inner peace building techniques if I’m going to be able to hang out around here and function.  Do I need to shore up my boundary?   Do my best to stay out of shock and awe when these kids freak out at their mothers?  Do I focus on having no judgment about what is not my affair while resisting the urge to petition local government to implement some sort of mandatory parenting classes?  Okay, that last one is pretty far out there, I’ll admit.

I even heard the adults at the pool one day talking about how lazy their teenagers are like they have no power over how many hours they lay in bed! 

I think I’m beginning to understand why the T.V. Shows about super nannies are popular.  It seems that on TV we have bride-zilla monsters and kid-zilla monsters too. 

I have to make peace within my own inner heart, mind and soul in order to be able live in a world where peace is not… well, it’s not like living in the forest like I’ve been accustomed to.  I’m still a work in progress (and the parents and children are too) and it seems that I, for one, am being challenged in a new or at least different way to re-establish peace within. 

Ahhh, to be the calm eye of the storm in the middle of the hurricane of humanity…  I’ll get there again.  I’ve just been a bit out of practice!  I remember what I used to do way back when and I will have to do it again–blogging helps me work this all out.  I used to send love–toss out a pillar of light to surround the folks or send a beam of light from my 3rd eye.  Yeah, I remember now… I’d run upstairs (go UP in my mind and heart) and from that point in consciousness send love infused light in the direction of the disturbing force.  It benefits them and me; perhaps you’d like to try it too should you happen run into a kid-zilla with a soft mom out there.  Or if you, like me, just came down off the mountain and rejoined humanity! 

Ending with a Buddhist thought:  May all beings be well with hearts filled with kindness and respect for one another.

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Sharing a sacred place in nature with you–photos, channeling and thoughts

The evergreen growing in the center picture is coming up right at the top-center of the mound--right at the top of the elevation of the mound although it doesn't appear that way in the center photo, it really is at the point of the top of the mound. You can see it if you look carefully in the other two photo's too. I did not notice it for some reason the last few times I was up there. It is what I will call my very special holiday yule tree.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a Green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all Ridicule and Deformity… and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the Man of Imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.

–William Blake

[See notes at the end of this post regarding the Yule Tree.]

The images above are a composite of the American Indian Burial Mound.  The energy up there is fantastic and soothing/healing.  The trees and foliage is bare and skeletal right now of course, because it is winter–it will be beautiful up there in the spring with all the wild rhododendron’s up there that will be blooming.

I am very careful not to disturb anything up there, letting nature be completely herself.  As I get to the end of the woods on my way back down, I do pick up pieces of small dead wood for kindling for the fireplace and I thank the trees.  To me, it’s as sacred as any muggle church.  And I am so aware of all the natives who walked that very same ground thousands of years ago as well as imagine the life of the husband and wife buried up there.

Here are a few words from Chief Seattle (the name that the white people gave to him) that I really resonate with.

Every part of this country is sacred to my people.  Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove has been hallowed by some fond memory or sad experience of my tribe.  Even the rocks that seem to lie dumb thrill with memories of past events connected with the fate of my people, and the very dust under your feet responds more lovingly to our footsteps than to yours because it is the ashes of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch, for the soil is rich with the life of our kindred.

I read that passage a few weeks before Thanksgiving this year.  And this being around the time I first visited the burial mound that the landlord said was there on the mountain top.  By the way, I asked how she knew for sure that it was a burial mound and she said that it is on the papers from the county–on the deed.  I also loved this next segment for Chief Seattle’s words…

And when your children’s children shall think of themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the woods, they will not be alone.  And at night when you think of your streets as deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled and still love this beautiful land.  The white man will never be alone.  Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not altogether powerless. 

I am in a pinch for time and it’s getting late but I wanted to share with my readers a very, very special and sacred place.  If I thought for a moment that anyone could ever find this place, I’d never be so public about some place that is so sacred to me.  To be up here, although it is a heck of a climb straight up–like ‘if you don’t hang on you will fall backward’ kind-of-steep–and it gets the heart pumping to get up there, it is worth the hike… every single step is worth it and I enjoy the journey up as much as I do spending time at the top.

I am not alone up there–there is a strange feeling of being watched.  I always bow to the nature spirits and the ancient ones buried in the mound as I approach and always bring a gift–sometimes cornmeal, sometimes apples for the deer and the rest I will keep secret.  I speak to the Cherokee Little People whenever I get to the top as well as pause at the graves of the christian couple buried next to each other; they crossed over in the — well, she in 1883 and he in 1904 according to their gravestones. One grave has a  footstone with the man’s initials on it.  I really feel that their spirits are part of a nearby tree that is growing fairly close to their graves.  In fact, this is nearby a huge flat top rock that I sit upon to meditate.  I call this the KISSING TREE.  Perhaps to see the images below, you could understand why, considering the words of Sealth AKA Chief Seattle why I believe this tree contains the energy of the couple (who died in the late 1800’s mentioned above) — the trees are kissing. So my grandkids and I call it the kissing tree but in my heart, it contains the energy of the buried husband and wife.  Images below.

The views up there are very nice… well, winter views are different from the summer season but you have lots of privacy even in the winter and really once I’m up there, I do not want to come back down!  Last time I was there four hours and did not come down until the sun was going down and I had to!  I meditate, write, read and hike and explore and talk to the spirits; if ever I was at home somewhere, it is there.  No people, no muggles–just me and the trees.  Oh, it is very late at night now–way past my bedtime.  I will share some random thoughts that I jotted down last time I was up there and then I will end this post. Oh, now that i am looking at the longhand here, I see part of this is channeled.  Well, I will type it all out–I’m too tired to edit.  LOL

“We the spirits of this mountain top recognize your presence, your offerings, your prayers and the blessed ones smile upon you and father sun knows of your thoughts as well as the hawks who now call out their greeting to you.  Hear them sister for they too acknowledge your presence as you have acknowledged ours.  And the deer are happy for the apples and would like for you to bring more.”

Then i asked if there were ceremonies held up there.  And what I heard was, “Plenty” and with that the explanation that it was like what is called the ghost dance which is a dance or ceremony to ask for the help and blessings of the ancestor spirits.

I sit on a bed of dry leaves at the end of fall; the start of winter–trees are bare and exposed.  They show their unique shapes–arms, breasts, some with double trunks, some with arms twisted by the winds who have shaped them.  Their arms reach out toward one another, some embracing while others seem to bow in homage to their fellow trees.  Some trees seem to be about 60 feet tall.  Each one unique, special with its own personality–some with faces–some with lips kissing.  They are alive!  Alive as much as any human–less animated of course but their branches are lively and dancing in the wind–it is very becoming for them. 

They are ALIVE! Conscious! As much as any human! (maybe moreso in some cases)

Thick vines wrap around some trees creating arches and loops.  Knobs on tree trunks are different unique faces much like human brothers/sisters.  Peaceful presence.  Sturdy–looking at you, at one another–observing and communicating with their energy, with each other.  I sit upon the earth where their trunks sink into the soil looking up at their haunting skeletal silhouettes and know they are my friends–we acknowledge each other.  Their energy bands (rays) wrap around me helping me to ground into earth’s soil just as they do; yet, I look up to the sun to the direction of the top branch–the very tip-top–and then scanning down… I could stay in this place in this way forever.  I have somehow before, I have and wonder if I am remembering once being a tree–could that be?  or did I live alone in the wood and the trees were my only contacts?  It feel it within me–it was a good life then.  I wonder about that and try to remember…

I breathe in harmony and send it out to the world, and then love, and then happiness, and then peace and then…

The sun is descending toward the tree line at next mountain over and has reached the tree line and suddenly, it is noticeably darker.  I must hike down the steep descent before I cannot see the way down.  The trees along with trail down are spaced in such a way that they provide convenient hand holds to compensate for gravity pulling me forward severely.  I’m aware of the cars going by on the highway and am entering back into the world of humans again.  I always stop, turn, look up and wave several times on my way down.  I feel like I am saying goodbye to close friends and really hate to leave, know that I have to, and promise to come back again.  “Goodbye my friends; I love you guys; I’ll be back as soon as I can be.” 

I wanted to end this with an observation and perhaps a moral or lesson is part of it.  What i mean is that if you’ve been following this blog, you know that I had a trauma when the man across the street massacred trees.  I’m sure to some readers this would sound silly and I can understand that.  The greater point is that I’m realizing that what happened was that something was removed from my life (the trees across the road) but it was replaced by something much better–the mountain top of trees and a totally private place to be and surrounded by trees from every direction!  It is a reminder (yet another one) that when one door closes, another opens OR in this case, when some trees are taken away, other trees surround me!  Well, you get the idea, right?

For the benefit of the christian readers, here is a little bit about YULE TREES.  The Celtic Druids venerated evergreen trees as manifestations of deity and as symbols of the universe. To the Celts, these trees were sacred because they did not die from year to year like deciduous trees. Therefore they represented the eternal aspect of the Goddess who also never dies. Their greenery was symbolic of the hope for the sun’s return.

The Druids decorated the evergreen trees at Yule with all the images of the things they wished the waxing year to bring. Fruits for a successful harvest, love charms for happiness, nuts for fertility, and coins for wealth adorned the trees. These were forerunners to many of the images on today’s Christmas trees. Candles were the forerunners of today’s electric tree lights.

The church confiscated this druid tradition as well as many others and converted it into christian church tradition.  Most people know that–its called history but HERstory is more truthful.  🙂