My brother’s wife gave birth to a baby boy a few months ago. He passed away recently. At the funeral, they both told us that they blame God, and from the moment he took their son, they have refused to have anything to do with anything that pertains to God.
Diiyin’s note: Yes, Mother, shima yawe (Aunty Turtle), we have come. We strengthen and blink in the light of love. Our mother, Earth, sits within us. Crystal-blue waters curl around, intertwining with our emotions from the heart fire that warms us.
We all seek meaning in life, and we have different reasons to believe we have found it, or we resign ourselves to an existential belief that there is no meaning to existence. I cannot subscribe to the latter because my life has meaning, and it is significant.
Last night I experienced a recurring dream of my car’s brakes not working and I continue driving through parking lots and on streets until I figure out a way to stop. I’m sometimes driving backward too! I have this dream every few months.
It’s summertime, and I hope you’re reading this by a pool, river, lake, or the ocean! This column contains stories sent to me from people all over the world who are putting to use a simple yet powerful spiritual tool.
Can you offer some insight on how I can find my cosmic family in my akashic records? I have been having dreams in which I feel I am going back to my star race in an out-of-body experience, but when I wake, I cannot remember.
“This one is for all the street animals, my dearest friends! My name is Bianca, and I joined my beloved family on Thanksgiving 2004 when I was just over one year old. Like most shelter animals, the beginning of my life was traumatic. I was abused, neglected, and abandoned twice.
I have tightness in my chest, but it’s not a constant issue. When I exert myself, I feel short of breath. When I used to run, if I sprinted and then slowed down, I’d really feel as if I couldn’t get air.
I want to talk to my parents about my sexual orientation (I’m gay), but it’s difficult for me because my mother is Catholic, and she has different ideas about this topic. My father comes from a family of male chauvinists.
We know what it feels like when we make the wrong choice: We suffer. We regret. We ruminate. We second-guess ourselves. We wish we had another chance. We feel stuck and stagnate.
