The Fourth Choice – Unity

I can’t even remember when or how the Newsletter from “Zingdad” arrived in my email inbox. Sometime this past spring is as close as I can pin down its arrival. I liked what I read and signed up. Then I waited for more and received nothing. It was several months until the next installment came. I explored the information in small bites; everything I read or listened to (there were several excellent videos) “went down easy,” as the saying goes.

Eventually, I explored the full website. ‘Zingdad” is an internet handle for a resident of South Africa, Arn Allingham, who over many years has made significant spiritual progress with the assistance of several Higher Dimensional Beings who have “instructed” him from beyond the veil. He has written or video-recorded most of this information and made it available on his website, in the form of e-books, audio meditations and videos for the betterment of Humanity. He does charge money for some of his offerings and services, as he does live in the “real” world where money is still required to function in daily life. However, much of the essential information is offered as his GIFT.

My perusals quickly led me to his e-book The Ascension Papers, Book I, a 470-page pdf compilation of teachings by Zingdad’s Inner Self (Joy-Divine or JD) a being called Adamu and another Guide known simply as “8.” I found myself in an unexpected course of study and practice that has consumed many of my free moments since early July.

Wondering where I been? My prolonged absences from my blog often reflect such an inner inquiry. But ALWAYS I do eventually return to WordPress to give my “report.”

Today’s initial re-entry is the first of a series of posts about my discoveries and explorations of the past three months.

I mentioned several videos. There was a link to a “new” one in that second Newsletter. It was titled, “Visualization.” When I went to the website, I found three others before it: “Acceptance,” “Intention” and “Action.” These videos are all messages from the being Adamu, one of Zingdad’s teachers, as mentioned above. And Adamu is a stickler for “learning things in order.” So at the beginning of every one of his videos, he “strongly recommends” that you start with the first video and view them in order.” In the past, I might have resisted or rebelled against such advice and “skipped over.” But somehow, this time, I complied and went to the first video “Acceptance” and began to take notes.

As I was viewing and listening, I received one of those Life Shocks – one of those major turning points in my life path, after which my life has not only taken a different turn but perhaps,” jumped tracks” would be more accurate.

Adamu (through Zingdad) was discussing the four choices that each of us has before us as we move toward the Ascension Process. Choice 1 – No Choice. One continues on with life, refusing to make a choice. Choice 2 – Service to Self. One orients one’s life toward choices that benefit him/herself, perhaps at the cost of the wellbeing of another or others. Choice 3 – Service to Others – One makes choices that serve and benefit those beyond the individual self. We who are Lightworkers often think of Choice 2 as Service to the Dark and Choice 3 as Service to the Light.

What stopped me in my tracks and compelled me to change trains at 100 miles an hour was Choice 4 – Unity Consciousness. For all my lip service to Unity Consciousness, I had not seen it as a Choice, distinct from Service to Others. I felt in that moment of “AHA” that I had nearly missed my opportunity to make that Choice in time for this Ascension window. I realize that sounds a bit dramatic but that was the impact in that moment. I have since made some fairly big changes in my daily program to make up for “lost time” (that’s a joke) and anchor myself into Choice number 4.

Hence my prolonged absence from this community.

Choice 4 – Unity Conscousness – is the choice that jettisons one OUT OF DUALITY entirely. Perhaps you knew that, that this has been so obvious to you that you are now yawning and smiling politely. “Oh, Alia, we were wondering when you (if you) would ever catch on.”

Bear with me but I HAD NO CLUE!

That is, I was clueless, until I watched the first Adamu video, which turned out to be my reward for following the directions and starting at the beginning.

The message was clear as crystal: As long as I make Choice 3, I will be in an eternal dance to “balance the dark” or the Service to Self aspect of duality. There is no escape, as long as I am in Service to Others, I am part of the Light-Dark balancing act.

In a heartbeat, I made the choice for Unity – Choice 4. The time was right. The fruit was ripe and it (I) fell from the Duality Tree.

My life has been different since that fateful day in early July. I will continue to share some of the ways it has been different in a series of posts. Perhaps it will plant a seed or inspire you to check out some of the material on Zingdad’s website or sign up for his newsletter – which comes very infrequently – I’m still waiting for the next one but there seems to be plenty to work on while I wait.

So, until next time from me – I wish you well and thank you for reading. With love, Alia

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Compassion — A Lifelong Journey

Alia Chandler — New Earth Paradigm

Thank you Barbara at Me, My Magnificent Self for inviting me to guest blog on this topic today. It happens to be a very relevant topic for me currently, which I will share in this post. Thank you to all who may read this and be encouraged to further their own journey of compassion.

Compassion — My Journey

A life-long journey toward becoming a more compassionate being has led me through experiences of — fear (of everyone and everything) judgment (of self and others) isolation (“I am alone and no one cares.”) victimization (“I am powerless and helpless to rise above this circumstance.”) hopelessness and grief (“There is no hope of ever getting out of this ‘hell’ I am in.”) – mingled with other experiences of self-reflection (“I am the common denominator of my experiences; perhaps I had some hand in shaping them?”) glimmers of hope (“Maybe there is a way to re-frame this experience and learn from it.”) acceptance (“I can take responsibility for this and feel more empowered.”) forgiveness (of myself, everyone and everything) and eventually, compassion, including self-compassion.

Of all the emotional “tones” described above, self-empathy (or self-compassion) has been the most challenging and elusive for me. At times, I have found it far easier to feel compassion for a snail than for my own self. My ego has held me to an almost impossible standard of behavior and achievement, egging me on to self-criticism, self-doubt and self-judgment, until I declared myself worthless and powerless.

The development of compassion within me has not been a straight line. My early childhood memories present many instances of feeling and showing compassion toward the menagerie of farm animals and pets in my life. My tender heart quailed at the prospect of hurting any of them even in the slightest way. On the other hand, I ruthlessly cut bees in half with scissors as they landed on flowers.

In my middle years, I wore a loving, accepting persona on the surface, while underneath lay the injured animal that lashed out at others from my wounded emotional state of pain and rage. My story is probably not so different from others who have been en-“cult”-urated by our western societal practices. This is not an excuse for my behavior but a statement of relative fact that my journey is nothing remarkable. It is merely my unique variation on the theme for those who tread the path of becoming a more compassionate person.

So, if I’d been able to view my journey toward compassion from above, my path might have looked at times like a backward, downward spiral.

As my awakening process became more conscious and deliberate, my compassion journey began to straighten out a bit. It gained momentum as I took responsibility for the situations that were happening in my life. Still, it was easier to feel and show compassion toward plants, animals and other people (the bees have been safe for decades now) than to feel it toward myself.

Why is it so hard to feel and demonstrate self-compassion, I wondered? Shouldn’t this be the starting point? Apparently, in my case, (and I suspect for many others) it has been the last leg of my journey, not the first.

During the past two years, I have focused more energy in this area: self-acceptance, self-forgiveness, self-empathy.  Almost exactly two years ago, I posted an article about compassion, as one of six virtues of the heart. You can read that post here. I summarized that post with this statement:

For me, Compassion is the natural response of my heart to the immediate needs of myself or another. Giving myself the permission to respond from my heart is the first compassionate act. It reflects that gentleness that I have come to understand is innately human.

When I wrote this series, I launched an intensified inquiry of Compassion and several other “Virtues of the Heart,” as presented in the teachings of James Mahu. Looking back now, I realize that it was more of an intellectual understanding, compared with the work that I have done in the past six months. However, it was a great step forward at the time that contributed to my forward progress.

Last December my husband and I moved into an intentional community where one of the stated intentions is for residents to communicate compassionately with one another, following the principles formulated by Marshall Rosenburg, author of several books about Non-Violent Communication. Merely by reading this information, Tomas and I began to speak and listen to each other more compassionately. As we sat in meetings and gatherings with other community members, we noticed how others, skilled in these techniques, spoke and listened to one another and how gently things could be said that might otherwise provoke an emotional reaction. We marveled at how people would ask questions in ways that drew people out without attacking or antagonizing them. By opening ourselves to communicating more compassionately, we are enjoying a more harmonious, fluid and gracious dynamic in our relationship as a couple, as well as with the relationships we are forming with other community residents.

One of the last chapters in Marshall’s book was a chapter on self-empathy. This chapter especially spoke to my heart, allowing me to truly begin to quell the ruthless “dictator” within and soothe the trembling child who had so longed for complete acceptance. Marshall’s exercises helped me to better “unhook” myself when I got triggered, to breathe through my automatic stance as “my own worst enemy” and to look upon myself and my situation with a more gentle, balanced perspective.  With practice, I began to heal this life-long dynamic and put into place this “last piece” for me which, as I said above, should have been the “first piece.” We all know intellectually that we cannot truly love or feel compassion for another until we can show it to ourselves. And so I find myself at a new level of ability to share my love with others, having finally given at least the basics of this gift to myself.

In early June of this year, I began reading The Book of Joy, by author Douglas Abrams. This book is the documentation of a conversation about living in joy – a week-long conversation between the Reverend Archbishop Desmond Tutu and His Holiness the Dalai Lama. Abrams interviewed these two spiritual giants in celebration of the Dalai Lama’s 80th Birthday in 2015. Chapter after chapter reveals these two dignitaries’ ability to rise above the many challenges and horrors of their lives and maintain a state of joy. And throughout the book, “compassion” runs a close second to the main topic of joy. Both of these men continually assure the reader that developing compassion for self and others inevitably leads to a more joyous life. Why is this so? I will conclude this post with a short quote from each of these great souls.

Archbishop Tutu:1 “Yes, I hope that [people] would try it (compassion) out, because it’s very difficult just speaking about it theoretically. It’s something that you have to work out in actual life. Try out being kind when you are walking in the street and say good morning to the people you are passing, or smile, when you are not feeling like it. I bet you my bottom dollar, in a very short period of time this pall of self-regard, which is the bad self-regard, lifts. It’s universal. When you try it out, why does it work? We really are wired to be caring of the other. And when we go against that fundamental law of our being, whether we like it or not, it is going to have deleterious consequences for us.”

The Dalai Lama:2 “Too much self-centered thinking is the source of suffering. A compassionate concern for others’ well-being is the source of happiness. . .”

The Buddha supposedly said:’ What is the one thing, which when you possess, you have all other virtues? It is compassion.’

  1. The Book of Joy, Abrams, Douglas, p 255
  2. The Book of Joy, Abrams, Douglas, pp 251,252

A Wildflower Walk with Larry Part II

This is Part II of a series of posts about a two-hour wildflower walk/talk with Larry Yox, a resident here at Lost Valley Community in Oregon. If you missed Part I, you can find it HERE.

Larry Yox Wildflower Tour Guide

Continuing our walk through the meadow, on our way to the Creek Trail, Larry began to speak about the blue camas flowers that were spreading across the meadow in abundance. Camus is a kind of lily whose bulbs were a main staple of the indigenous peoples’ diet. They would dry the excess bulbs to use in winter. The camas were used like we use onions and additionally, for medicine.We refrain from picking them, so that they can propagate themselves in their natural manner.

A Field of Camas Was Sometimes Mistaken for a Lake by Pioneers (This is not our Meadow — Click image for photo credit.)

One hundred years ago entire meadows would be filled with blue camas flowers, giving pioneer settlers the impression that they were seeing a lake. Larry said he has seen our own meadow appear that way at times.  Larry also told me that the western buttercups and the blue camas do a kind of “pas de deux” at this time of year, making a beautiful yellow and blue carpet across the meadow. Two weeks after he told me this, I witnessed that exact image, as I gazed out across the meadow while my sister was visiting. She was taking photos right and left, enchanted by the blue and yellow carpet of wildflowers. Continue reading

A Wildflower Walk with Larry Part I

Larry Yox, Resident Wildflower Aficionado

Larry Yox is one of our longer term Members here at Lost Valley Community. He has a passion for many things but if you want to see his entire body light up — instantly — ask him a question about a wildflower. Any ole question will do. Be prepared to hear a college-level teaching lesson on the general subject, because once you get Larry started, his mind and knowledge just go on a tour of Wildflower World, whether or not you are actually looking at the subject in question. Larry has the flowers distinctly in his mind’s eye, so he is “seeing” everything he is talking about. And if you are willing, you can begin to see them too.

Bottom line: Larry Yox is a walking encyclopedia of botanical information. More specifically, he embodies an immense amount of information about the wildflowers of the Pacific Northwest. Even more specifically, he has the keenest interest in the flowers that appear each year on our 87 acres of woodland forest and Savannah meadows. He is a living library on this topic.

The last week of April, I asked Larry to take me on a tour and talk to me on his favorite topic. He was delighted! We had only walked about 50 feet down the road toward the meadow and already, Larry began to speak about the plants along the way. These were not exactly wildflowers but they were plants that had beauty and value as herbal remedies. One plant in particular he pointed out, because of his early childhood memories associated with his father’s intense dislike for the plant. Larry had grown up maligning teasel, because his father had only negative things to say about it. Much later, Larry began to experience the beauty of this plant in its flowering and reproductive phases. He heard herbalists speak of the value of the plant as a “beneficial.” In addition to having its own healing properties, teasel helps the plants around it to be more healthy. Larry gained a new appreciation for this plant and he couldn’t help but pass that story of his change of mind and heart along to me.

So my first “wildflower” on the tour was not a wildflower at all but a majestic plant with six-foot tall spires that before they die, sport beautiful purple flowers, much like a thistle, although they are not thistles. The plants have a two-year cycle.  The stalk appears in the second year. The leaves at the base of these dead stalks are second-year growth. The first year occurs out of sight, underground. I was fascinated; I’d marveled at these plants for a decade and never had any information about them.

Teasel — Dead Stalks Complete Two-Year Cycle. These are Sometimes Sprayed Gold or Silver and Used in Dried Floral Arrangements

Second Year Teasel. The Plant has Been Growing Underground for a Year before the Leaves Appear. It Will Grow Stalks This Year.

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The Dancer Within

I came “late” to dancing in this lifetime. I was nearly 40 before I discovered the joy that moving my body to music could produce in my Being. This discovery took me on a path of developing my heretofore very nonathletic self into a fairly competent, fit creature who did amazing things like bench press 2/3 of my body weight and swing on a full sized circus trapeze. I became adept at single-ski water skiing and even tried barefoot skiing a time or two. My body changed before my eyes and my love of dancing insured my continued tone and fitness for the next 20 years or so.

During those early dancing years, I made a promise to myself that “I would have a 25-year-old body by the time I was 40.” I kept that promise and celebrated my achievement by participating in the famed San Francisco Bay to Breakers 7.5 mile run that actually happened on my 40th birthday that year.

Once I reached that goal, I set another one for myself: “to have a 35-year-old body by the time I was 70.” Thirty years to accomplish that goal! It seemed like a safe and reasonable marker to set at the time. And for the next 15 years, I continued to dance, water ski and lift heavy boxes during my years as a personal organizer. I kept my level of fitness mostly by doing Life with enthusiasm.

Then — I took a detour! Or perhaps I returned to a path begun in my early 20s. My life became more inward. I still walked miles at a time but instead of the focus on my physical body, I put more attention on my mental and spiritual bodies. I practiced Presence, Awareness, Mindfulness, Compassion. Sadly, the dancing that had brought me so much joy, fell by the wayside.

Fast forward to December 2016: Tomas and I had just arrived at Lost Valley Community and three days later, we experienced our first First Saturday Dance! Continue reading