• Today is Garbage drop off day; then off to pick up the mail from the post office. As my phone is at 19%, I check the charging connections in my truck before leaving. No connection. I search in vain for the second charger. NOTHING IS THE SAME in the truck since we took everything out to have it serviced. WHERE DID IT ALL GET PUT?? Why don't I remember?

Back inside the house to find another charger. Back outside to the truck to find that one doesn't work either. That's when a plethora of sayings flood my mind, along with a vision from long ago where I see myself walking away from it all....illogically trudging down a road headed West, with all the cash I have stuffed somewhere on my being, never to return.

The first saying that haunted me was "The straw that broke the camel's back." 

I've heard that since I was a little girl, marveling at how something so tiny could cause a huge beast to crumple. Yet that is how I was feeling. Not finding a working charger so my phone will function on my trip to and from town was that straw. 

It came on top of opening old mail today (that was unopened due to weeks of dealing with my husband's near death). The two letters both said the same thing....each one of my businesses was in jeopardy of being closed because the franchise tax forms had not been filed last year. 

Quick panic call to my tax person, who realized she filed an extension but never finished the job. HER PLATE WAS FULL, TOO: family health issues, the incumbent political party changing all the tax rules so she was studying day and night to be able to do her jobs, ETC. (Lots of straws piling up in her life.)

As I looked at my reactions about the nonfunctional cell phone chargers and the tax forms that had only 5 filing days left in order to conform, I reflected on the rest of the burdens I'd born through the past year: my sons being shot and tortured in Mexico while heading for a fishing trip and the months I dedicated to their healing; the business I had to help run when one son suffered a nervous breakdown and needed 6 months to recover; the attention required for my mom and her health; and oh so many other large and small issues.  I saw I was currently living the feeling that there was no room in my life to cope with one more thing, no matter how tiny. My brain was full. There was not enough space left in the gray matter to find the key I had in my pocket just yesterday; to find the driver's license I didn't put back in its rightful place; to find the book I journal in.

Little everyday things were turning into gargantuan time consumers complete with emotional traumas and teetering into creating total life resignation.

Then the memory of Lady Master Natasha's words "You're not in 3D anymore" came rushing in. I've heard them quite often for over a year, but only today, when I was the camel and that tiny last straw was placed on my back did I grasp the power of those words.

3D was all about limitations. That included all of the following common 3D sayings:

"You can only do so much."
"That's pie in the sky."
"Throw up my hands in despair."
"Meltdown."
"Pull my hair out.
"I've had it!"
"Not gonna take this anymore."
"It's hopeless."
"My plate's full."
"If this happens one more time....."

Third Dimension's heaviness (like gravity) kept so many of us weighted down and unable to cast off the yokes that burdened us.

But.....WE ARE NOT IN 3D ANYMORE!

So what does that mean?

One thing it means is I CAN EXPAND MY CAPACITY TO COPE, and to do so with ease, joy, and grace (or whatever other options I choose.)

I am not little Lynea burdened under the trials and tribulations of everyone else's disasters, unable to take care of my own needs and slowly sinking into incapacity.

I AM THE GREATER VERSION OF MYSELF, FREED BY VIOLET FIRE AND BY REALIZATION, THAT HAS ALREADY EXPANDED MY CAPACITY TO COPE BECAUSE I AM NOT LIMITED BY 3D ANYMORE.

It took me only that moment of recognition, and all the heaviness vanished. I insisted on being an expanded version of myself, able to handle more, remember more, and think more while doing so within the glorious vibrations of upward spiraling emotions. I have currently chosen ease, joy, and grace.

I envision myself expanded, as though I were a giantess. No little issue has the power to crumple my HANUMANEA self. (Look up Hanuman. I have simply added my childhood nickname to it and visualized myself expanding in power and humor as did Hanuman.)

Why not let TODAY, THIS MOMENT be the moment YOU TOO expand your capacity to cope? The world is not the decider of your destiny or of the way you handle your moment. YOU ARE.

Welcome to part of the miracle of this new dimension WE ARE ALL IN TOGETHER.

It's another day in the paradise of our making.
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POST SCRIPT: Here is an immediate update.

When I finished sharing the above, I left the pc on while I went to take trash and pick up mail before the time window allotted was over. I noticed my thinking was very orderly and clear.

I was first in line at the dump site.

At the postoffice, I left the mailbox key IN the mailbox while I went to pick up packages, with my arms already overflowing with the mail literally stuffed into my box, BUT I NOTICED I DIDN'T HAVE THE KEY within 10 steps!  In addition, there was more mail that I had missed inside the box.

My HANUMANEA self was kicking in!

As I needed a large pushcart to carry my packages, I left the loaded cart outside the post office, taking only the smaller packages to the truck and putting them in the back seat. As I turned around to go back and get the very big box, it was walking my way, carried by a man smiling beneath his black cowboy hat. He even returned to put the cart back inside for me!!

WOW. That was new!

15 minutes later, at home unloading packages, I noticed one was wet. It was the only one whose arrival really mattered to me because it was health related. NO FEELINGS OF SINIKING INTO THE GROUND APPEARED. Instead, I immediately called the number on the package, was the first in line (again) with no waiting (so no listening to horrible music with countless others waiting in an invisible que), and had the broken bottle that had leaked all over the packed mailer AND bottle box was credited back to my account.

How painless was that?????!!!!!

Wondering how best to dispose of the bottle, I carefully opened it inside a big bowl, only to discover it had leaked during transit due to expansion or weather and it wasn't broken at all. 

​Why is this part of my new coping self?  Because normally I don't open my mail or packages right away, putting them off til later when there is nothing more exciting to do. Mail always felt like one of those 'camel straws' to me. 

​May your remaking of yourself be as quick or quicker!!!

Wait, wait, wait. Save your reaction to the blog title until you read that it does not refer to any dictionary's definition of degrade. Instead, the "de-grade" I am referring to is about freeing ourselves from the emotional programing school children repetitively received in 12 or so years of being graded on schoolwork. 

In my case, one had to score 70 or above to not fail. So 30% of the grading scale equalled some level of success labelled A, B, C, or D while 70% of the grading scale equalled complete failure! What kind of measuring scale is it that starts with such a handicap/deficit? 

Supposedly, these grades showed how much we learned or studied or could regurgitate. We were actually being graded on our knowledge retention based on "how much we could learn if information was not taught to us in the language we learn in". see https://www.inspireeducation.net.au/blog/the-seven-learning-styles/ 

The process of de-grading ourselves first includes noticing how you feel/felt about being graded. Think about your parents, your peers, the honor role, the college admissions process, and anytime in your life where these false scales of measurement mattered. Then, use the Emotional Freedom Recipe found here: https://www.grandsecretsofspiritualmysteries.com/enlighten-recognize-become.html

Second, mentally (visually) destroy any grades or report cards you ever received. Science fiction writers for the most part used to warn us against going into the past and changing anything, as it would definitely change the future. Current metaphysical advice is "get back into the past as often as you need to in order to rewrite your future."

Third, see yourself, your teachers, your caretakers content with your school progress, glad you are having the time of your life without being erroneously measured and stuck into a preconceived cubbyhole that ranks a false best. Notice your emotions as you do this. If they are not what you desire to feel, use the Emotional Freedom Recipe again.

As long as you are exploring your past, why not shift any emotional trauma attached to being a know-it-all? After all, is that not what we are striving to be, whether in one or more area of our lives?

When we are de-graded and claiming our know-it-all potential, our life potential becomes fuller and richer because we are no longer measured by a false scale of knowledge retention. There is no 100% to live up to. (Even our own body temperature stays at a cozy 98.6. 100% sets off the alarms bells.)

Let's reserve 100% for quantity or completion, like how full your wine glass or your gas tank is, or whether you finished your latest project. 

​100% complete here. It's another day in the paradise of our making!

First Day of a New Year. January 1, 2021. A miracle of a day already, as its unfoldment has revealed a limitation of the highest magnitude that has been hovering in the background of my 68 years of living, only subtly making itself known through the disappointments of life that seemed to say, 'Just try harder'.

How did this momentous gift happen and 'Well, WHAT is it?" you may be asking.

When I awaken each morning, I am immediately aware of the environment around me. I, like you, dear reader, have been gone from the body container while it slept, and when I reawaken in it, I take a moment to become aware of what has happened while I was gone. It was definitely grief.

I had no reason to feel grief. No hangover from a New Year's Eve celebration. No disappointment at things left undone in 2020. To whom did this grief belong? The better question was "how can I help?" I neutralized the energy and moved into my Small Universe Meditation, ending with a reminder gaze at the Douet painting over my bed titled, "Celebration: The Angles are Having a Party and YOU are invited!"

From there it was connecting with morning Spring Forest Qigong Practice, led this perfect day by Master Jerry Willek. As my right knee has been in constant on-off pain for many weeks, my morning intention was 'knees without pain or suffering'. 

Mentally, I know any change in life is brought about by simply 'moving the energy, or the chi'.

Emotionally I know that pain does not care what my mind thinks. 

On this triumphant morning, I noticed I felt 12 years old while doing the exercises. I had met this 12-year-old almost every time I did the qigong. Why was she there? 

The answer came in a torrent of emotion and tears when the host, Master Jerry, said, "There is no bad. There is only good, better, best." In a moment of lucidity, where all kinds of memories and thoughts jumble together in their bid to be recognized and freed from the prison they have had to create for me, I received the New Year's present from my 12-year-old self:

• She was crippled with the idea that 'her best would never be good enough.
• She couldn't be nice enough to end meanness.
• She couldn't love enough to end hatred.
• She couldn't give enough to please the needy.
• She couldn't live up to the Girl Scout promise to 'help other people at ALL times'.
• She would only ever be just satisfactory. Never excellent. Never beyond and above average. Never extraordinary.

So, the knee pain was testimony to all of that.

• No way to be beyond average..most people get knee problems in their older years.
• No way to have a complete healing so be satisfied with what you have, just a little pain.
• Your life can be satisfactory.

So WHY the title of this blog? "Kid-knees. Fertilize Your Future"

• The Qigong lesson was on the Heart, which connects to the Kidneys, which affect the bones. The play on words, Kid-knees took me to my 12 year old who emotionally had been 'brought to her knees' by her inability to be a healer of the world around her. I Fertilized My Future by deciding my intent on this crisp sunny beautiful New Year's morning, that my world (my body home) would be the microcosm of the Spring Forest Qigong Mantra: A Healer in every Home and a World Without Pain and Suffering.

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​WHY the TOGETHERNESS picture for this blog?

• We are all affected by the same energies on our planet, and together we are stronger in shifting them. I invite you to be aware of the energies you feel when you awaken, and if they are not to your liking, choose a color to send them. They, like you, are asking for their freedom to be something more wonderful. 

NEW ME:
My best is always enough FOR ME.
My best pours through me at every moment
I am free of the measuring rules that others live by
​In my world, no one can decide what everyone else should measure up to.

NEW FOUNDATION FOR 2021
New permission for extraordinary life.
No more buckling painful knees; no more surrendering to rules that interfere with my best.
I bend freely in any direction my heart moves me!