Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The "Goo State"


The past week and somewhat this week, I and a number of my friends and clients, have been feeling somewhat "wet noodle-ish" and disconnected. I joked that after being in New York City the previous week, with a full, intense, and upbeat schedule, returning to Florida was like water sinking through the sand and spreading out. It's so peaceful here! And, I felt like I was indulging in "But I don't WANT to!" every time my left brain thought up ambitious things for me to do.

Other friends report not wanting to talk to people, that some of their typical coterie of friends seemed to be conversing about uninteresting things and even things that were just "wrong." And, they weren't even getting riled up about politics! Nothing seemed too interesting. Another friend calls this the "goo state" and she falls into it every so often, especially after a period of intense travel or work.

One friend who does healing was wrestling with whether she should continue with the form she's been using. After talking it through, it seemed like part of her was feeling trapped by people's expectations: fix me, show me a miracle, and let me put you on a pedestal and not take any responsibility myself for what happens to me. She realized that the healing process was sacred and she wanted to stay totally in touch with that. And, that rescuing people wasn't what it was about, though it was easy to want to help people that way.

Another friend who does mediumistic work said the people who set up appointments with her were just not showing up, nor calling to cancel. And she said she didn't much care. After we spoke, it came to light that she was right in the doorway, deciding whether to step through into her natural talents and the probability that she would become well-known and popular. This was dredging up old memories about persecution and she wasn't sure about becoming truly visible again—even though she knew better now. So instead of deciding and working it out, partly because it was all still only semi-conscious, it was easier to avoid the whole thing and "leave her body." This was resulting in her feeling of being disconnected and vague. And, her clients were acting the same way—not commiting to the follow-through.

I'm in a doorway, too. There is a sense of my work in the world expanding in some way, some magical way, and yet my left brain can't picture it or understand the "how." When it tries to push me forward into the new work, using old methodologies and strategies, I rebel. New opportunities have to feel "just right" and I don't know how to explain to myself what that constitutes just yet. When things fit, I light up. If they don't, I just want to read, watch TV, or garden.

I sense there is always a good reason we don't move forward. Often it's an old belief. Like, "If I become really successful, I won't have any time to myself." Or, "If I become too visible, people will misinterpret me or try to harm me." Or, "If I try to do too much, I'll fail." I'm trying to remember that I do know how to create something in my imagination that supports me and others, where it's win-win-win. I don't have to create a partial or paralyzed reality if I don't want to! And, there's nothing wrong with truly resting and gestating new things in a wet noodle-ish state! it's actually rather pleasant!

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

We Are Not the People’s Enemies

I'm sharing this letter from the Authors Guild:

On February 20th, the Authors Guild released the following statement denouncing President Trump's “declaration of war” on the press. Since then, the situation has only worsened: On February 24th, White House press secretary Sean Spicer prevented reporters from CNN, The New York Times, Politico, the Los Angeles Times, and BuzzFeed from attending a press briefing. This was an assault on the free flow of information, and it cannot be countenanced. Spicer seems to have forgotten one of the fundamental principles of democracy, as he expressed back in December when he said, “I think we have a respect for the press when it comes to government. That is something you can’t ban. . . . I think that’s what makes democracy a democracy versus a dictatorship.”
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First President Trump complained that “the media” was biased against him. “Dishonest.” Presidents have made such complaints before, in moments of weakness and self-pity. Then he labeled the media as “the opposition party.”

Now he has declared journalists to be “the enemy of the American People.”

We at the Authors Guild hear that as a declaration of war. We know our history. Enemy of the People is a phrase long favored by authoritarians and tyrants. The “correct Russian term,” Gary Shteyngart points out, is врагнарода, vrag naroda. Long before Lenin and Stalin used it, Robespierre inaugurated the Reign of Terror by declaring that the Revolutionary Government “owes nothing to the Enemies of the People but death.”

An earlier president, John F. Kennedy—when he was taking a beating in the press after the Bay of Pigs fiasco—was asked if he resented the media. He said this:

“It is never pleasant to be reading things that are not agreeable news, but I would say that it is an invaluable arm of the presidency, as a check, really, on what is going on in the administration … I would think that Mr. Khrushchev operating a totalitarian system, which has many advantages as far as being able to move in secret, and all the rest—there is a terrific disadvantage in not having the abrasive quality of the press applied to you daily …Even though we never like it, and even though we wish they didn’t write it, and even though we disapprove, there isn’t any doubt that we could not do the job at all in a free society without a very, very active press.”

President Kennedy was a member of the Authors Guild. So are many of the journalists now covering the Trump presidency, the historians who will soon reflect upon it, and the novelists who challenge us with their imaginative—and, yes, subversive—visions.

The administration is now said to be preparing the elimination of the National Endowments for the Arts and the Humanities under the false guise of budgetary necessity. We understand this, too, to be part of an attack on the free expression of diverse views.

The Authors Guild serves writers as a nonpartisan advocate. Our members represent a broad spectrum of social and political views. But blanket attacks on writers and journalists, as a class, are not a partisan issue; they are attacks on democracy itself. And, as advocates for authors and the first amendment rights of writers, we cannot let these attacks go unanswered.

We are not the people’s enemies. We are the eyes and ears of the people. And we are the people’s memory.

Friday, January 27, 2017

My Ant-like Mind: The Cheerful Cherub

Another from The Cheerful Cherub, a book of uncanny wisdom by Rebecca McCann, 1932.



Friday, January 6, 2017

Penney Peirce's 2017 Oracle Letter Is Available!


I breathed a sigh of relief as 2016 finally finished up! Did you? For most people I spoke with, it was an intense, unrelenting time of energy wave after energy wave, calling us to adapt, adapt, adapt to higher frequencies. We’d be pushed, then frustrated, pushed, then frustrated. Act and wait. I often could not sleep at all at night and was drawn to nap for several hours in the middle of the day, in a sort of dead, coma-like sleep—as though my left brain just HAD to shut down—right now! Perhaps this was to quiet me and take away the interference so my internal systems could adapt to the new energy levels.


All year, the energy seemed choppy and disruptive. Events would come and go suddenly, and my consciousness would shift without warning from left to right brain and back again. I was trying to write a new book all year and needed to access certain higher states of consciousness to bring through the insights I wanted, but I was routinely interrupted by the physical world demanding attention. I felt like a yo-yo.

And yet, the situations I dealt with were plainly for the purpose of helping clear old habits and mental and emotional clutter. I spent the first three months dealing with my mother’s estate; she had died at the previous Thanksgiving. So many ties to my past surfaced, precious items were sorted and given to others, and physical ties to identity released. After that was finished, I promptly got sick and lost twenty pounds. More lightening up and changing ingrained patterns.

As I finally began the new book (due out this fall), my refrigerator broke, the contents melted down, and I spent the next 2 months dealing with repairmen who “sort of” fixed it, but left it making a high-pitched squealing noise, which drove me insane! Was this a higher frequency I was supposed to match, or eclipse, so I wouldn’t be bothered by it? By November, the refrigerator had melted down four times! I finally bought a new one. If it were a dream symbol, I’d interpret all the melting down as me allowing all my frozen fear ideas and emotions to soften and release. But four times?!!

Then my disposal broke. Now the symbolism pointed to the idea of my ability to truly wash that waste down the drain. Was I actually letting it go? Soon thereafter, the gearshift on my car came loose and almost detached from the transmission. Was I telling myself that I needed to get into gear, engage with life, and move forward?

And then Hurricane Matthew hit the east coast of Florida! It blew through with 80-100 mph winds, first from the southwest, then from the northeast, and pulled trees out of the ground, lifted roofs from houses, and washed out the entire underpinning of the coast road north of us. It was incredibly exciting! There was no resisting it. Such fresh energy, and so great to be without power, lights, computer, TV, and phone—reading ever so quietly by flashlight.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get more intense, the presidential election proved that, yes—Pandora’s Box really IS opening and we here in the United States are going to now deal with the rise of the fear-based subconscious mind and the pride-filled collective ego as it gleefully seeks retribution, destruction of ecological and heart-based developments, and works to isolate us from the rest of the world.


So this is our segue into 2017!
(continued on the pdf/Download Here/4pp)
photo by Madison Grunor

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Penney Peirce on Higher Journeys Radio: The Trump Factor and More


Join Penney and Host Alexis Brooks on Higher Journeys Radio as they have a conversation about the Trump Factor and how it fits with this time of evolution and paradigm shift. Available on Youtube, Conscious Life News, as well as at iTunes and Stitcher.
 

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Thursday, November 3, 2016

You Were Made for This, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes

My friends, do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.

You are right in your assessments. The luster and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times.

Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is that we were made for these times. Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement.

I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind.

Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.

In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. There is a tendency, too, to fall into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails.

We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn't you say you were a believer? Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn't you ask for grace? Don't you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater?

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good.

What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take everyone on Earth to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.

One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these – to be fierce and to show mercy toward others; both are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity.

Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.

There will always be times when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it. I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate.

The reason is this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours. They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here. In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D.
Author of the best seller Women Who Run with the Wolves

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Leap of Perception Now Available in Paperback!

Winner of the 2014 COVR Visionary Awards for
Book of the Year and Best Alternative Science & Spirituality Book
and
Winner of the 2014 Silver Nautilus Book Award 
for Science/Cosmology


Penney's latest book, Leap of Perception, was released in paperback October 11. It's available at amazon, B&N, and at your favorite bookstores.