Chasing Rainbows

Wonderful rainbow over the sea

With Thanksgiving approaching here in the US, my mind has wandered back to Thanksgivings of the past. The one that stands out for me is the year my daughter and I decided to take our 35ft cabin cruiser across the sound from Seattle to dock in Poulsbo for the long weekend. Since the galley had a fully equipped kitchen, albeit a small one, we decided to cook a turkey onboard with all the trimmings.

Unfortunately, a storm blew in for the weekend. Despite the whipping wind, pummeling rain, and whitecaps, we carried our bags of groceries down the long dock onto the boat. It didn’t matter that we got soaked. After all, this is the Pacific Northwest where as residents we realized long ago, rain doesn’t melt us. Northwesterners tarry forth with whatever plans we have despite the weather.

We tossed the lines and made our way across the Sound, bouncing from one wave to the next. When we approached the docks we realized we were not the only ones with this idea and the weather didn’t seem to deter the boaters who had already filled most of the guest slips. I’ll never forget navigating into a narrow slip between a trawler and a float plane, ducking my head under the wing as the wind caught us tipping us sideways. Help appeared from all directions to catch our lines as we thew them to fellow boaters who tied us securely to the cleats with a cheer.

Needless to say, we spent the rest of the weekend at the dock, exploring the town in our raincoats rather than exploring some of the nooks and crannies of the nearby coves as we had originally intended. The turkey dinner was delicious despite the weather and we dined on lots of leftovers for the rest of the weekend.

About an hour before we intended to depart for home, the skies cleared and the trip back across the sound promised to be less eventful then the trip over had been. As we navigated out of Agate Pass around the top end of Bainbridge Island a rainbow appeared dipping it’s end rays into the water directly in front of our path. In the past I’ve had occasion to chase the end of rainbows but they always became elusive, either disappearing or moving ahead of me like a sneaky rabbit dodging ahead in the grass. Never had I passed through the end of a rainbow, but indeed that’s exactly what we did. We didn’t find a pot of gold, but I whooped with glee at the experience of it!

That led me to remembering other boating trips with my daughter when we spent two week stints in the San Juan Islands anchoring in quiet coves, scuba diving, exploring some of the coastal towns, and cooking fresh crab or salmon on the deck. These were sweet memories.

Then my daughter got married, moved away and I lost my co-captain. There are times I miss the close mother daughter connection we had during those adventures. But times change, we change, circumstances change. That’s the way of life and I would not want it to remain stagnant. And yet there have been times I have yearned to return to these times and relive them.

But today, as I was quietly reminiscing I realized these memories will always be with me. I can recall them any time I choose. There is nothing lost. It’s only when we yearn for times gone by, wishing they remain as our present, that they become anchors halting any future adventures. New adventures, different adventures. It’s in yearning that we lose the magic of the moments we’ve experienced.

There is a sweetness to being able to savor these memories without regret by realizing the fullness of life rather than wishing for what we once had by chasing rainbows that continue to elude us. Instead, we get to pass through the rainbows with a whoop of glee and carry the joy with us throughout eternity.

So as you approach this holiday season, I invite you to be fully present in this moment, rather than yearning for years gone by, or people who are no longer with us. I invite you to offer gratitude and savor the rainbows you have passed through, allowing them to fill you will joy.
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~Sharon Lyn Shepard~
“Wisdom of the Inner Voice”
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Going Beyond Words

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This is a bit of a test. . . to see if I’ve got the ability to write. Because I haven’t been adept enough to put what I’ve been feeling or experiencing into words for several months now. I don’t ever remember a time in my life in which I haven’t been able to write. It’s always been such an integral part of me that I always have a piece of paper and a pen tucked away in my pocket, purse, or luggage. I’ve been known to write on the edge of a grocery receipt, restaurant napkin, or a bar coaster if nothing else has been available. Because I’ve always needed to write.

So what happens when the words have seemingly disappeared? What happens when I boot up my computer with a blank screen all primed to record last night’s dream, but there are no words? Or I desire to write a poem that has no flow to it anymore? 

This is what happens . . . 

I sit and stare into the forest, allowing my feelings to stream through me without interruption. All the while my mind is searching for words like that dreaded little rainbow ball that spins on my Mac when it’s searching for something without results. 

There’s often a pull to “do” something, but nothing satisfying comes to mind. I have no interest in any of the things that used to make my heart sing. It’s as if my persona and its old program has been wiped clean with nothing remaining. It’s as if I have died and I’m hovering on the other side of the veil awaiting a new lifetime. All the while I can feel a stream of past experiences being distilled into wisdom, a wisdom that’s beyond words. 

And so, I continue to forest gaze while settled into my comfy rocking chair, allowing nature to soothe my mind with the progression of the seasons. I observe as the leaves change color, fluttering to the ground leaving the trunks and branches naked and bare, just as I’m experiencing. 

My sleep has been deeper than usual with little if any memory of dreamtime. That in itself is very unusual for me because I’ve always been a very avid and lucid dreamer. For many years, I’ve gone beyond interpreting dreams, to consciously interacting with them. Over the past few months, the few dreams I have been able to recall have all had the same theme. I’m walking away from groups of people, or bits and pieces of my old life, into an abyss of the unknown.

And then something shifted. . .

A sense of freedom, lightness, and joy began bubbling up from within me. Everything that’s happening around me has become irrelevant. I sense I’m observing it from the other side of the veil, but no longer engaged with it. I’m aware that people are each on their own soul path going about their own business without any relevance to me.  

As disconcerting as this has been, I now realize it’s all part of the divine plan. Being free of words has allowed me to drift away from the collective consciousness, out of linear time into a new quantum reality. Over the past few months, I have come to realize how confining words can be because each word tends to either judge or freeze frame a particular perspective. In the past, I would often journal my way out of difficult situations via discussions with the Wisdom of my Inner Voice. But even that voice went quiet, leaving me fluctuating between my mind’s unrest and the sublime stillness that awaits us beyond the chatter of the mind. 

Within this stillness, I’ve begun experiencing a new sense of communication that’s slowly revealing itself to me. It’s a more comprehensive sense, free of any need or desire for understanding or explanation. 

Nothing that exists in this moment need have any relevance to the next moment as it did in linear time. Instead my current vibration draws all the potentials that await me, irrelevant of what I’ve experienced in the past. And when my vibration changes, which is quite frequent due to my multidimensionality, that which is no longer relevant simply dissolves of its own accord.  

As a result, life has become a constant symphony of new awareness with energy in service to me. Rather than my having to expend my own energy and my own words in which to create. I am simply the vehicle through which energy flows, no longer the manipulator of stored energy, having to weigh it all out in order to preserve enough to survive. No longer in need of words to capture the moment, or discern the meaning of life. Simply allowing the song of my soul to create anew in every moment. 

So, it appears, I have passed the test. Words are flowing once again. Only it feels as though they are flowing from a different source, no longer streaming from the  antiquated program of the human mind. These words are deeper, experiential, and carry the wisdom of my soul. 

Will they continue to flow as they have in these past few moments? 

Perhaps so, or perhaps not. For nothing that exists in this moment need have any relevance to the next moment. This is the freedom, lightness, and pure sublime joy we are beginning to experience as our new way of being. I sense there will be plenty of forest gazing intermingled with symphonies of words that present themselves as a constantly evolving song of my soul.

~Sharon Lyn Shepard~
“Wisdom of the Inner Voice”
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Embarking upon a New Flight Path

 

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I am a very prolific and lucid dreamer. I say that in regard to the dreams I’ve had ever since childhood. Big dreams, dreams beyond other people’s imaginations, dreams often poo-pooed by others. Because of that I often relegated those dreams to the shadows while living what others call “real life”. But in recent years those dreams have sprung out of the shadows unceasingly vying for my attention once again.

This began nearly 20 years ago with a repetitive dream night after night that would not allow me to avoid it. Once I acknowledged it and brought it into my meditations, the dream began to grow and expand, taking on a life of its own. Since then there are others who have begun talking about a similar dream. That dream is living what many refer to as New Earth.

Living on New Earth requires a lot of changes from the normal human perspective, the one I had bought into as “real life”. Like many of you, I’ve broken away from most of the old belief systems created by mass consciousness. I’m no longer living according to man made laws, rather remembering and living according to Divine Law. On a more personal level, I’ve created a very different life style as well. A lifestyle that aligns with my perception of New Earth, no longer needing to work hard to live a happy and fulfilling life.

In the past few months my dreams have been fine tuned to reveal the deepest most core beliefs that needed to be released in order to step fully into the dream I incarnated with, the dream I intend to fully embody within this lifetime.

I share with you a dream I had a few nights before the solar eclipse. Perhaps there is something here that resonates with you, either consciously or unconsciously.

During this dream: 
I was traveling with two people, one of whom was my father. We each had a duffle bag that was long and narrow, much like a body bag, that we were going to check as baggage. While the others were busy with something else, I opened my duffle and a pair of men’s shoes fell out that one of my former lovers had left behind a long time ago intending to return for them. I was debating what to do with them. I wasn’t able to make a decision, so I set them aside on the floor. I then pulled out a computer device and transferred some data to a smaller devise which I tucked into my belly pack. As I was zipping it closed, my father walked up and asked what I was doing. I told him I felt better having this with me in case the baggage got lost. I realized as I said that, I no longer needed the duffle. I was done with it. I already have everything I need. I then turned and walked toward the flight gate while the other two were busy rearranging all the stuff in their duffles. When I looked down at my ticket, it was nameless and I had no identification. Without looking back, I walked through the gate. That was the last I ever saw of my travel companions, my duffle or my lover’s shoes.

Along with being a prolific dreamer, I’m also a prolific journaler. First thing in the morning, my computer is in my lap with a pot of coffee or tea at my elbow. Dreams are recorded, brought into my meditation, and given a life of their own to speak to me in a more conscious way. These have always been some of my most intimate Soul conversations.

This dream said the following to me:
I am free, no longer a bag of flesh and bones with DNA inherited from my human biological ancestral linage. I Am a multidimensional being with my own Divine DNA, a unique and sovereign Soul being, ready to take flight in new and exciting ways, free of the old matrixes that have been holding me back. 

The men’s shoes were the amalgamation of all the men in my life who were my most sacred teachers. It was important for me to remove them from my body bag. The shoes were not discarded. They were simply waiting for the owner to retrieve what is theirs if they so choose. For although I still hold a special place in my heart for them, I am now a sovereign being, neither male nor female, both male and female. I am the embodiment of Source as my own sovereign Soul Being.

This is the second dream I’ve had within a week about walking away from people into my own realty without any desire to tell them where I’m going or invite them to join me, with the awareness that we each have our own unique Soul path.

As a result, I have become totally honoring of other’s Soul path without the need to understand or change it in any way. I realize how obvious it has become to observe how others shift when they step into my energy field. Sometimes they can’t move away from me quickly enough. Other times they linger without any words and that’s enough. Or they may initiate some kind of conversation and wonder how they got there. Knowing this, I can simply ALLOW the other person to lead the way, without any efforting.

If I resonate with them for my own soul growth or expanded consciousness, I will engage. Otherwise, I do not engage nor attempt to change myself to fit onto their path for the sake of a relationship. I trust that if anyone resonates with my sovereign self or my soul path they will ask, otherwise I do not share my inner wisdom. In some ways you might think this makes for superficial conversations between everyday people. When in reality it makes for genuine conversation and intimate connections between people who are interested in Soul growth rather than human based egoic validation. By doing so, the people we draw into our lives facilitate each other’s expanded consciousness, love and joy.

I have walked away from much in my life, people, homes, jobs, health issues and old beliefs. Now it is time to walk away from my old persona to take flight, much like a butterfly that is no longer a caterpillar. I am aware that not everyone is choosing to walk through this gateway. That’s okay because we each have our own unique Soul journeys, each one of equal import.

For those who choose to walk through this flight gate, it is solo as a sovereign being without any baggage. The sovereign being passes through the eye of the needle naked, alone, in serenity and simplicity, having left everything behind after surrendering it all to their GodSelf.

Once I settle into my seat I notice that although the landscape has changed, nothing was lost, everything gained, as I dream my new life into being perfectly aligned with with All-That-Is in a new playground of joyous creation. As a Sovereign being, with a heart fully open, I glance back at the gateway and bow in gratitude to my human self for the courage to step through.

Although the seats on the transporter are solo, there are many on board. However, we don’t realize that until we’ve already settled into our own sovereign seats before lifting our vision to look around. When we do. . . Voila!! We realize although we are sovereign beings, we are never alone!

~Sharon Lyn Shepard~
“message from my inner wisdom”
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The Joy of Death

Art by Jan Burgess

While rooting around looking for something in one of my desk drawers, I came across a folder of accumulated notes. I don’t remember what I was looking for. It was the result of the looking that struck my fancy.

I opened the folder and began shuffling through the bits and pieces of paper. Some were paper clipped together, others were stuck in there haphazardly, without any specific order. The more I read, the more I realized they were notes from my past life.

I say past life because nothing I read pertained to life as I am now living. Most were spiritual notes, affirmations or bits of journaling. There were a few sketchy business plans. And the notes from a teleconference I had taken. This folder held the notes of where I’ve come from, my past life while still living in this physical body.

A huge grin spread across my face with the realization that I am no longer living a life that needs lists, notes, affirmations and business plans. That was my past life. In my current life I am living in the moment. I Am the creator of this life rather than the victim of it. In this life I am no longer a spiritual seeker, for I am aligned with Source. In this life I trust my Inner Guidance without the need to search for opinions from others. In this life I am a Sovereign being making heart choices free of any perceived obligations. In this life I realize energy is in service to me, I am no longer attempting to control it or direct it, I can simply choose it.

I didn’t need to read every piece of paper, for I knew there was nothing of value in this folder anymore. Instead I created a small fire pit with some kindling out in my garden. One by one I fed the bits and pieces from that lifetime into the fire. Once the last spark was gone I covered it with dirt and returned it to the earth. From earth you are born, to earth you return.

I then went back inside and opened my clothes closet. There hung the costumes of a persona that no longer exists. These were all bagged up and carried out to the charity shop. A bathroom drawer with makeup that hasn’t been touched in years all cleared out, thrown into the trash. Last of all I returned to my desk and filled the trash can with old files that belonged to she who has passed on. She who knows who She is without the need for diplomas, certificates, records and validation.

Death can be a sweet thing when we realize it doesn’t really exist. We do not die, we simply transform, evolve and continue to expand our consciousness. How many past lives have I already lived in this one? Too many to count. The difference is that I was never conscious of dying to the old and transforming into the new. This time I Am fully conscious of putting a past life to rest with ease and grace. The best part about this was that none of this was on my “to do” list. I did not angst over clearing out my closet or my desk drawers. When it was time I simply stepped out of one life into another and released the old manifestations thereof. There was no struggle. There was no mourning. It was an act of Joy!

~Sharon Lyn Shepard~
“message from my inner wisdom”
www.sharonlynshepard.com
gratitude to the artist Jan Burgess

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