Holding Ourselves & Loved Ones in Mastery

Holding Mastery, Dissolving Illusions

So, as we glide into the holiday season, I'm called to share the value of holding our loved ones in their mastery, even when they're caught in their stuff.

Picture this. . .

Every one of your close family members standing around you seeing you through the eyes of love.  You radiate in your giftedness.  They see you as a being filled with light, with love.  Loving you for being exactly as you are.  This is remembrance.  Can you feel that?  

Great, now switch.  Practice placing each family member in the center of the circle in your mind.  What if you could see each of them through your eyes of love?  Radiating their brilliance.  As their essential, unmasked, uncloaked selves--not an angsty laden with defense mechanisms versions of themselves--but really as their masterful essence selves?  Repeat with each member.

What might your holiday be like?

What energy might cook into the food?

How might conversations evolve?

How might you feel?

"Wait a second, Sheryl, um, that's just a fantasy.  That ain't never gonna happen in my family." 

So, let it begin with you.

Here's what's on offer.  Your family may or may not ever be able to reflect the beauty of your own mastery back to you.  The truth is, it is each of our jobs to clear our own internal mirrors, and to strengthen our visioning such that no one, and I mean no one, can distort your own lens on your divinity.  

I repeat the great words of Panache Desai, "There is nothing wrong with you.  You are not broken.  You do not need to be fixed."  As you clarify your own mirror, you see this more and more radiantly as the truth.  You no longer need this to come from outside, and of course, your glow, your brilliance becomes evident to others like the sun.

"So, Sheryl, if it's our jobs to clarify our own mirrors, and our family's jobs to clarify their own mirrors, why do we hold them in their mastery.  Why not just let them clear it themselves?" 

Yeah, so here's the deal.  They are truly the only ones who can clear it, and still, how do you want to show up in the world?  As someone who is feeding the lies that they're already telling themselves about all the reasons they're not enough?  Or as someone who is holding up a clear mirror of brilliance to them, reminding them of how amazing they really are?  

My mom always said, "You catch more flies with honey, Sheryl."  I offer an uplevel of that proverb.  

As we allow our own hearts to be filled with our soul light purity (honey), the darkness inside ourselves and others, the forgetfulness (flies) will be attracted to it's own soul light purity (honey), and remember that at our essence, we're made up of photons.  Light.  By being the light, and feeding the light, we dissolve the debris of illusions and create more light.  This is the path.  This is the honey-filled journey.

Tools to practice:

1) identify the light inside yourself

2) identify the light inside your loved ones

3) see the reality of how they're showing up

4) face any intense feelings head on, actually feel them (schedule sessions as needed to support with this: sheryl@goodenergyheals.com or 248-433-3000)

3) take appropriate action, which may include leaving an unhealthy situation or having a difficult conversation, or enjoying a new evolving dynamic

4) hold yourself and your loved ones in their mastery, the essence of their light

How to Hold Yourself in your Mastery:

See yourself in your mastery.  In a moment when you loved your essence.  A moment when you were being your most evolved self.  Lean into that moment.  Grow it.  Evolve it.  Feel how non-reactive, non-judgmental, non-attached to any outcome you are in that moment.  Just simply loving you and seeing yourself clearly.   Light a candle.  Set the intention to feed your own honey soul light.  Sweep your hands from the candlelight to your belly, from the candlelight to your heart, from the candlelight to your head.  Namaste, friends and deep Munay to all.

Transform your holidays into true holy days.  Choose to energize, to feed, to nourish the healthiest parts of yourself and your family.  To be the clearest mirror possible of divine grace.  

Melt Your Heart: Fawn Medicine

One evening, my sons called "Mom, Mom!  Come quick!" and there, nestled into our front landscape bed, was a newly born fawn.  It melted my heart to hear my 8 and 11 year olds expressing great concern.  The innocence of this moment touched their hearts.  "Do you think its mom is nearby?" they asked.  "Can we check on him in the morning?" they asked.  And we did.  

 But, in the meantime, I consulted one of my favorite reads, Medicine Cards by Jamie Sams and David Carson. Their book shares a poem, and a mythic tale of each animal's "medicine"--the gifts gracing each animal and hence gracing us by their visit.  

 What I read about fawn inspired me to soften my own heart even more deeply, to discover and melt even more spaces and places within.  I'll share my retelling, with credit to Jamie and David. . .

One day fawn heard Great Spirit calling her to connect on Sacred Mountain, so she began journeying up the mountain.  But, midway up the mountain there lived a horrifying monster, with three heads streaming fire, larger than a skyscraper and roaring an ear-piercing scream at the top of its lungs.  

This monster believed it acquired power by disconnecting creatures from Great Spirit, and such appeared to be true.  The monster was so terrifying that most creatures dropped dead upon sight of it.

But not fawn.  Fawn walked straight up to the monster and said, "Excuse me, sir, please let me pass.  I need to go connect with Great Spirit."   

The monster didn't know what to do? 

No one ever had spoken to it with such soft, strong and clear kindness.  No one had ever asked to pass.  No one had ever dared to face it head on.

So, the monster looked at the fawn, and roared louder. 

But fawn stood there, without a drop of fear in her heart, for she knew that the monster wasn't real.  She stood there, pouring love through her eyes.

The monster breathed smoke all around fawn. 

She stood still, waiting for it to clear, knowing it, too, was illusion.  

Finally, the monster looked down at fawn, and saw her eyes.  She stood there loving him so effusively, that he couldn't help but receive it.

In that moment, all the hardened places in the monster's heart began to melt into a liquified pool and its body shrunk to the size of a walnut, and fawn walked right past and up, up, up to the top of the mountain, to connect with Great Spirit.  She chose love, and it melted even the most hardened of hearts.

When we first hear this story, our first imaginings may be to look lovingly at people and situations that feel like monsters in our lives, and pour loving thoughts towards these.  Perhaps we'd like to melt what feel like external obstacles to connection.  However, if we sit a little longer, we begin to realize that those outer monsters are mere projections of our inner realities.  

What if our first monsters are those within the hardened places of our own hearts?   

Where are the places where we're almost nice to ourselves, but not quite?  

Where are the places where we're still weaving falsehoods that we're not enough?  

What might the deeper truth be?  What might be more true?  

How might we bring the gentility of fawn medicine to melt our own hearts even more?

This is the work.  To fall even more deeply in love with the Self, and bring our authenticity to one another through relationship.  What if, it's through this path, that we become better equipped to weather global changes.

In deep love and gratitude,

Sheryl

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Pruning a Peach Tree

I watched Trevor Newman

prune a tree yesterday

sharing permaculture skills

with thirty seekers

He started 

with a peach tree

about 8 years young

clipping branches that were turning

in on itself

like cancerous thoughts

He pruned them away

their sharp pokers no longer 

threatening entanglement

stranglement

endangerment

of sticking inside one's own web

Instead, he trains the tree

to spiral out, spread out

and bear fruit, across many directions

for all to witness

If I didn't know better

my heart might only yell

Destruction!

this pruning and clipping

this cutting away

of life-draining branches

branches destroyed

Instead, I, my life force 

also shouts Creation!

We Choose Our Lives

We prune and clip

with great care 

what we consciously

want to nourish, fuel, create

Or, we wind up with tangled masses

of thoughts grown wild

like children raised without rules

beautiful branches so thickly overgrown

that the life hardly knows where to bloom

or whether to bloom at all

So, Trevor prunes, choosing

to direct a tree of life

with wisdom and care

He steps back from the tree

bites his lip, sees the vision

of what could be

Steps forward

clipper in hand

And begins, again. . .

to create a succulent 

stable life

formed

By: Sheryl Netzky

Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved Sheryl Netzky