Doctortayria's Blog

I have listened to a number of stories today, from a number of different people, all of which re-affirm in my reflection that I do believe that the world is with us and has our backs. It wants for us the highest good; that is its nature. This might sound naive, and maybe it is. But with a lifetime of care-filled observation in the laboratory of life, so far my conclusions are that the universe intends for us to be free, whole and happy.

Listening to dreams I start with this hypothesis. I explained this to a dream group last year. One woman said, “Is that a belief you have?” I spontaneously replied, “When Einstein was asked if he believed in God, he said `I don’t believe, I know.'” I will say the same thing. I don’t believe, I know. All of us know something. This is what I know.

Whatever challenges, losses, unfairness, injustice, cruelty, horrifying circumstances life has to throw to us, in the big picture, in the long trajectory, it is trying to help us all see the good, find our way, discover real values, understand what matters. Love. That’s it. In the end, and in the beginning, that is all there is.

Sheesh, for a mountain girl my hillbilly side is getting a stretch workout today. Sitting on my couch this morning going through e-mails, one e-mail took me to my Facebook page where there were several loving messages waiting for me. Then on Facebook instant messaging a young woman who had lived with us one year in L.A. as an exchange student from Spain popped in to update me on her life, and find out about mine. So I was conversing with her, while checking out other Facebook messages as I waiting for her replies, switching back over to e-mail too – when a text came in on my cell phone. Another friend and I started heating up the cell phone lines. While I’m waiting for his texts to return, and my Spanish friend’s IM’s to return, I’m still perusing both Facebook messages and e-mails. And everything I am touching anywhere I go is about love. Love is just everywhere, and is so profound. I felt like a spider weaving a web of love connections, going over here, then down there, then up that way, and across again. Dream-catching. Love-making. Wonderful.

Carl Jung warned of the danger in splitting off from, rather than passing through, the “inferno” of our passions. Outrage, anger, grief – whatever life stirs up in us – if not felt, assimilated and passed through consciously, “dwell in the house next door” he says, and at any moment may shoot out a flame that will set fire to our own house. “Whenever we give up, leave behind, and forget too much, there is always the danger that the things we have neglected with return with added force.”

I have had recent dreams in which I was staying with someone next door and then began the move back into my own house. Something has been split off and is ready to return home. A dream last night offers clues, something I have been unaware, possibly in denial of, suddenly being revealed. It seems to relate to the feminine ancestral line. A friend I shared the dream with pointed out a missing link in the line, one of the generations wasn’t represented in the dream at all while 3 others were. That’s another clue. A missing piece.

Following dreams requires detective skills; activating our inner Sherlock. Some mystery wants to be solved here. A missing child to be returned to the fold.

I’m trying to go into the zone, the Zen zone, to send light and strong energy to Washington D.C. right now on this election day, while all of the shifting of power and excitement over everything is raging. Rather than twittering endlessly, send some peace to the nervous system of our nation.

There is wisdom that says that anything we do is not about the destination, it is about the journey. This has become cliché’ but like most clichés they are so because they are true. When they are realized there is a different respect for the words.

I have seen it so much more clearly in talking to people in various circumstances recently. When the end of life it will not matter a bit about where we got to, it will matter about whether we were true to our path or not. There is no place to get to, there is only being on the path. It occurs to me that it is the same with a healing journey. After the death of a loved one, divorce or major trauma, for example, the healthy concern is less about finally getting to the place of being “over” it, went through it, now it is done than it is about always being true to the path that the event creates for us.

It doesn’t matter where we are on the journey; it matters that we are on the journey. There is no final destination. The universe is always unfolding infinite potentials and possibilities. It only matters that we are on our own path, whatever that is. Being on the path is success already.