Jeff Is So Right

I often refer to my brother Jeff as Rush Limbaugh. He is following in the footsteps of all the Hagerty Family before him. (See My Mom Is So Cute). Opinionated, always right, quick to point out what is wrong with others, carrying grudges for years and years and refusing to stop for a minute, look out and see if perhaps things could be different.  It’s tough in there, I know, I’ve been fighting my way out for years.

When we were growing up, my 3 brothers and I would play a game called “Do you want to be a MacKenzie or a Hagerty when you grow up?” My Dad’s side, MacKenzie, was the wild, eccentric and fun family. And the Hagerty Family was well…rigid, right and dammit you have to take life seriously, there are a lot of problems out there you know, and only we can solve them.

And I always thought it odd that Jeff wanted to be a Hagerty, made no damn sense to me, because, of course, I’m right:)

ACIM is taboo. I guess to him I have completely veered off the Hagerty path, and there is no hope for me.  If I dare to enter ACIM into a conversation, I am immediately cut off so that we can get back on a more sane path, heh heh.

Because my conversations go something like this:  “Yes that child made mistakes in the past, but that was 10 years ago, I think she deserves another chance.  Yes you do not like your daughter’s choice in a partner and you make all these excuses about the partner and then wonder why your daughter does not come around.  Maybe if you could, just once, love your daughter and her partner without any excuses, you would see more of her.  Jeff, my job is to love everybody.”

Jeff called me yesterday morning and asked if I wanted to hear a wonderful story.  Of course I do.  Jeff works for the State Police.  They received a call about 4 full grown German Shepherd dogs that were being kept outside in small kennels, the kind you use to train dogs indoors.  When the police arrived, one female was in such bad shape they had to take her to a vet.  When it was time for her to be released, an animal rescue team who had become involved called the police station and my brother took the call.  They had to release the dog back to the “rightful” owner.  My brother said, “Hey, tell the lady I’ll give her 50 bucks for the dog, and I’ll find it a good home.”

When the police returned the dog, they told the lady of Jeff’s offer.  She said, “Hell, for $150.00 he can have all of them.”   At about this time, the Vet and the original breeder heard about my brother’s offer.  They got together and discovered that the lady had never paid the breeder for the dogs.  The breeder said I will take them all and the Vet said to Jeff, “If you will pay my bill, you will not have to pay the lady for the dogs.”  Jeff said, “How much?”  The vet said, “35.00!”

And I could hear the pride, and miraculously the Love, in his voice.  All of these people joined together, (including the owner of the dogs) having no idea where they were being led,  Something has happened to Jeff.  He jumped off some damn cliff for once, not knowing were he would land, and poof, a miracle occurred.

He said, “Sal, isn’t that a wonderful story?!”  You have no idea buddy how my heart is bursting wide open.  And you are so beautifully right:)

Much Love and Pink Clouds,

Sally

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Mindless Chaos In The Illusion

Have any of us, as ACIM students, stepped back today, and asked for reinterpretation by Holy Spirit? Have any of us prayed for the shooter in Newton, Connecticut? Remember, he is one of us. Right now our brains are so damn scrambled that we have simply forgot. We are screaming: Kill the Beast! Blame him, blame his Mother and how he was raised, blame the fiscal cliff, blame the holidays, blame this generation… And our ego is telling us, yes, yes, that’s it, blame him, it surely could not be our collective soul in this hellish mess. It’s okay, remember, we’re on a path here.

What happened in Newton, Connecticut is indeed horrific. There appears to be no explanation, and we are left with the thought of stupendous loss in our Minds. Yes, this is real stuff, babies have been slaughtered, families again torn apart. Senseless.

The great debate raging: GUN CONTROL!!! We indeed know this is not true.

At this very moment, we do not know what to think! Offer it up. Sit down, and ask for help. Not why, but what is this for? What are we doing to ourselves? No one, NO ONE has an answer! Or so it seems. You know where the answer is, you’ve always known.

In all your pain, join now. Here is what was taught to me by Tomas: When you are in the midst of this horrific hellish loss, offer up the Hawaiian prayer: Holoponopono: I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. Thank you. It breaks open the boundaries of your heart and that is what we need at this very moment.

Much Love and Pink Clouds,
Sally

Give Nancy The Socks

On the last day of the Know ThySelf Retreat in Colorado, I was walking out of my room when I noticed that I had one pair of clean socks left. I had recently purchased a bunch of crazy looking socks to take with me.

At one point during the class, I heard: “Give Nancy the socks.” And you know me. Instantly doubted that message, and thought, “Well, that’s a little embarrassing.” I had only met Nancy 3 days before. She was a delightful sprite from Santa Fe, but I didn’t KNOW HER THAT WELL!!!

We had a short break and I really had to pee. And it just so happened I was walking out next to Nancy. I said, “I have something really funny to tell you and give you at the lunch break.” She said, “I’ll be right back, I have to go to my room in the other building, and get some socks, my feet are cold.” Yeah.

I ran to the bathroom and then started chasing her down that really pebbly, hard to run in, path. I finally caught up with her and told her what I had heard. She was as dumbfounded as I was, but thrilled with those purple and black zebra striped socks. She showed them off all day long.

So, once again, sometimes my “messages” seem crazy, and I go back into that crazy arguing mode, and you would think I would have gotten it my now.

I’m working like hell on this because to me, they are truly signs that assist me in learning/living this and they are always right 🙂

Much Love and Pink Clouds,
Sally

My Mom Is So Cute!

Mom is 81 years old and lives in Canada. I live in Pennsylvania. Ellie retired at the age of 80, as a server. Truly, 80 is the new 60. She still drives back and forth several times a year. She is self-admittedly the best driver in the family, although she has conceded to me, her only daughter, the grand honor of: Best and Fastest Backer Upper in a vehicle, and does so with much pride. No matter what they do, my 3 younger brothers will never ever achieve this 🙂

Ellie is also a force to be reckoned with. She has assumed the responsibility of being in charge of her own life, my life, my family’s life, my brothers’ families’ lives, and well pretty much the entire fucking world. Since she is the last surviving elder, she has now spread out to cousins and their families. Oh, Aunt Pat is still alive, and older, but her day consists of getting dressed up in her favorite gray pants, her red sweater, eating peanut butter and watching the school lunch menus on TV, Monday through Friday. Not sure what she watches on the weekend and neither is she, if you would ask her. I do have hope for her though. Last Christmas she said: Sally, you are getting taller! I said yes I am. My Mother said: stop it, you are not! Mom, she noticed something and that’s pretty amazing. Not that she is shrinking, but I am getting taller. Cute!

Ellie’s Mom, Sarah, was also the boss of the world, and so I came by this quite naturally, being third generation very much in control “boss”. After studying ACIM for years, I began to realize it was much easier, after a huge epic and to this day ongoing struggle, to hand everything over to HS, and I practice it daily.

Somewhere along the line, Ellie became intrigued with what I am learning. And although she adores Nouk, and was practically related to Tomas, she has decided that she will only learn from me. This is one exploding classroom. I have to admit she is an awesome life lesson and my learning has been greatly accelerated with all those unsuspecting little bombs she places at my feet.

She arrived two days before Thanksgiving and insisted on prepping and cooking everything, which I greatly appreciate since I cater and also run a cafeteria five days a week.

On Day 2 I arrived home from work and my house was in complete chaos, and it’s usually pretty damn zen around here, according to me. I felt like I had some kind of stomach flu and she greets me with: Did you know Leni (my daughter) blah blah blah. Oops, no I didn’t. Well, blah blah blah, which translates into thank God I am here, you are such a bad Mom 😦 She then tells me that she has also laid into Max (youngest son) and what she thinks he should be doing. The only one who escaped the lunacy was Sam (oldest son), lucky bastard, who was at work. She then sat down, looked me in the eyes and asked: Can I stay one more day? I thought, hmmm, clearly there is something she wants to hear.

(For years, including time lived far away in Texas, I have always told her: Mom, I only have one rule for you and that is to love my kids. You do not have to discipline them. Them thar are fighting words, according to the heretical Hagerty’s.)

Oddly, probably for the first time ever, I was not mad at her. I said, I really need a hot bath. While soaking in the tub, I said, OK, Holy Spirit, I need some insight here, and poof, there it was. I was shown a class that I had attended with Nouk and Tomas, and Tomas was off on one of his extremely funny rants. He said, as we start this journey, we are beginning to learn to offer everything up to HS. Well, almost everything. There is this one thing that I truly need to handle my own damn self, so you just sit over there HS and relax, because really, I do know best in this situation. Suddenly I am feeling all happy and silly, and the flu symptoms completely disappeared.

I joined her in the kitchen and swear I was channeling Tomas. I am prancing around and shouting: I am the Matriarch of this family! I know best! My Mother knew best! I am always right! Who are you, you lowly bitch to doubt me? My job is to arrive at your home and totally disrupt your family because you are wrong thinking that Love is the answer. Thank God I am here to straighten you out!

She grabbed a spatula and whacked me on top of the head, but you should have seen the look in her eyes! She was in some kind of pure funked-out bliss. I kept it up and she kept whacking me. Be still my heart, it was truly a holy instant!

It was the best Thanksgiving ever! She and I are learning about such a great Love on this journey and everyone enjoyed the shit out of her and cannot wait for Christmas. I am sure that she will have regrouped, and will come blowing in on a Canadian cold front.

Bring it on Mom, I love you so much for everything we are learning.

Much Love and Pink Clouds,
Sally

Sabbatical?

Apparently that’s where I have been this past seven (holy shit I can’t believe it’s seven) months.  It’s a nice word, Sabbatical, so I’m sticking with it.

I spent the end of May 2012 at the Stage I Know Thyself Retreat, in Pecos, New Mexico.  Wow, I fell in love with Santa Fe!  It was facilitated by Nouk Sanchez, Stacy Sully and Carrie Triffet.  Now there’s some brilliance for ‘ya!

We were there to learn Nouk’s latest teachings, to open the portal to Christ Consciousness, and to embody it.  Huh?  I kept asking, “What is embodiment?” as I had no idea what they were talking about.  I had a session with Stacy and I really really really recommend that, you have no idea where she can lead you and it really facilitates the learning.  And then, poof, I embodied it.  Very, very cool!  I guess the best way to explain it is like you suddenly “knew” it, it was in your body.  Like everything you have been reading about, you now know it and Nouk is a genius with this.  Then you get to take it out into the world and live it.  Yikes, I do believe I had the most explosive re-entry, but, uh that’s just how I roll. I do not recommend my life to anyone, except for me 🙂

And I must admit it was the most fun I have ever had in my life, really!  Twenty-five of us from all around the world.  We joined and then we took off.  I have not laughed like that in a very long time.

After my re-entry, it seems to me that (when I wasn’t catering or running the cafeteria) I spent a lot of time on my glider on the deck, meditating.  I was prompted only to  read the material that was handed out during the workshop, Take Me To Truth and The Enlightenment Project.

And I had no idea how much my learning had been accelerated until I went to Stage II in Crestone, Colorado the first week of October, 2012.  I walked into the classroom and I was in love with everyone there, every single person, and some I had yet to meet.  And that just wildly extended during the 4 days we were there.

This is my introductory blog as I lovingly and gingerly step back into the illusion, and you know I will keep you posted on all my antics and updates.

Much Love and Pink Clouds, Sally

 

Sabbatical?

Apparently that’s where I have been this past seven (holy shit I can’t believe it’s seven) months. It’s a nice word, Sabbatical, so I’m sticking with it.

I spent the end of May 2012 at the Stage I Know Thyself Retreat, in Pecos, New Mexico. Wow, I fell in love with Santa Fe! It was facilitated by Nouk Sanchez, Stacy Sully and Carrie Triffet. Now there’s some brilliance for ‘ya!

We were there to learn Nouk’s latest teachings, to open the portal to Christ Consciousness, and to embody it. Huh? I kept asking, “What is embodiment?” as I had no idea what they were talking about. I had a session with Stacy and I really really really recommend that, you have no idea where she can lead you and it really facilitates the learning. And then, poof, I embodied it. Very, very cool! I guess the best way to explain it is like you suddenly “knew” it, it was in your body. Like everything you have been reading about, you now know it and Nouk is a genius with this. Then you get to take it out into the world and live it. Yikes, I do believe I had the most explosive re-entry, but, uh that’s just how I roll. I do not recommend my life to anyone, except for me 🙂

And I must admit it was the most fun I have ever had in my life, really! Twenty-five of us from all around the world. We joined and then we took off. I have not laughed like that in a very long time.

After my re-entry, it seems to me that (when I wasn’t catering or running the cafeteria) I spent a lot of time on my glider on the deck, meditating. I was prompted only to read the material that was handed out during the workshop, Take Me To Truth and The Enlightenment Project.

And I had no idea how much my learning had been accelerated until I went to Stage II in Crestone, Colorado the first week of October, 2012. I walked into the classroom and I was in love with everyone there, every single person, and some I had yet to meet. And that just wildly extended during the 4 days we were there.

This is my introductory blog as I lovingly and gingerly step back into the illusion, and you know I will keep you posted on all my antics and updates.

Much Love and Pink Clouds,
Sally

Cruisin’ With Discarnates

Cruisin’ in my minivan, and it’s packed full of scenarios, ALL MINE. Past thoughts regurgitating that will obviously set up another round of inevitable failure. Shit! So damn crowded in here I can’t breathe.

Wait a minute! It suddenly dawns on me there is a way to end all this, so I scream really loud: PLEASE HELP ME! Whoosh, the carnage has emptied out, and holy shit, where in the hell did you guys come from??? Oh yeah, sorry, that was me screaming. Jesus in the passenger seat, Holy Spirt and Tomas in the second row, and my Dad sprawled across the back.

Can I give this to you please? My personally designed endings always suck, as you well know, and there has to be a better way.

Within minutes my cell rings, and OMIGOD, a fairy tale ending to this dilemma :). I am just so damn happy, still smiling two days later and, once again, blessed confirmation that I continue on this track.

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE FOLLOWING IS FROM DIALOGUE ON AWAKENING
by Tom and Linda Carpenter

    The Feeling of Joining

In the beginning of a sharing together, Jesus tells us of his real presence with us.

I would encourage you to recognize that, on the broader level of your Being, this is what is known as communion. Please know that I am with you now, as fully and totally as you experience each other. I want you to know this and become comfortable and accustomed to this feeling. Know that it is one you may have at any time with any brother, be he incarnate or discarnate. Become one with this feeling that you may know there is no real difference between the birth and death sides of perception.

Creation is not divided. Creation is the Mind of God, and within His Mind, the concept of division does not exist. We are one. You mistakenly simply see yourself as confined to a range of experiences definable by your physical senses. Please believe that this is not so. It is only your state of mind that confuses you. Our joining is as real as if I reached out my hand and touched you. Do you like this feeling? Please be aware that I like it as well.

Much Love and Pink Clouds,
Sally