June 2020 – Integrating the Spirals

June 21, 2020August 12, 2023 Sheila “Spiral Sister” Murrey Connections, Soul, Spirit

The Watch

When my mother passed away, or as I believe, crossed over to the other side Beyond The Veil, I felt that I needed to find something of hers to hold, to sort of self soothe or comfort myself.

I remembered mom had given me a teal color gemstone pendant many years before. And I sought to find it.

I looked for the pendant several times. We live in an RV, so it isn’t like there are that many places where it could have been stored. I searched through all of my jewelry. But, I couldn’t find it. Maybe the thought to look for it was something put in my mind to keep me busy. I don’t know.

Instead of finding the pendant, I found my mom’s wrist watch and a very old pocket watch, which I think had belonged to my maternal grandfather.

Mom’s wristwatch and grandfather’s pocket watch. Also, a photo of my my aunt and my mom when they were very young.

When I brought both watches from the bedroom to the living room and sat down, the thought dropped into my mind that mom was telling me something: It was time. And that I was given both watches in case only finding one wouldn’t get the message across—and she then impressed upon me something only she could, “because you can be thick headed.”

Understanding this message from my mom, made me laugh a little and really lift the sadness I was feeling about her death.

My mother died in West Virginia. A state she had always loved. It took some time for us to travel from our Florida home to where my parents had been camping in their motorhome.

As soon as I pulled the car into the driveway in West Virginia, my dad greeted my husband and I and handed me the thin gold chain my mom had worn everyday for the last several years of her life. We hugged. And cried. And my papa was not a man to show tears.

Gold chain

I wear the gold chain daily that my papa handed to me when my husband and I arrived in West Virginia. And yes, I eventually found the teal pendant that my mom had given me. It had been in my jewelry box all along! But it had been wrapped up in a tangle of smaller chains and until I took the time to unravel the chains, I couldn’t see it. When I discovered the pendant, I was surprised and was certain this was another lesson from my mother.

Time with dad

While we were in West Virginia, my dad and I walked, talked, and appreciated ALL.

While walking through a nearby campground, that a long time friend of dad’s had owned, Papa told me about all the different kinds of trees there, which thrilled me, as I didn’t know dad knew all of the names of the trees in that area.

I told dad about the how I’d found the watches and asked if he knew who the pocket watch had belonged to, and he wasn’t sure. But dad also wore a wristwatch and always had. I never looked at the kind of watch dad was wearing.

Awhile later, papa found another one of mom’s wristwatches and gave it to me. It was one that the face was in a heart shape and had little footprints 👣 inside. It symbolized the story of “footprints in the sand.” And I recalled mom wearing that watch for many years.

21 months after my mom passed away, I received dad’s personal effects from the funeral home, and low and behold, dad’s watch had a blue face (when the light shines on the face the blue looks different). Looking at dad’s watch, brings my mind right back to the story I wrote as, That Little Blue Dot. I instantly tune to the knowing that, mom, dad, and my unborn siblings (in particular, Christina), are ALL together.

While driving the little car I inherited from dad and mom, I placed each of their watches on the shifter to always keep them with me, and to honor them.

I recall sitting in dad and mom’s little Hyundai (about a year later), and thinking how mom had always wanted to give me a car. She talked about that often. Mom had not wanted me to have to work at age fifteen to buy a car, or make so many car payments over the years.

So, in one clear, mystic moment, I said, “Thank you.” Thank you mama and papa for leaving me your little car. Thank you for Everything.

Growth transcends Time

I observe only growth, and note how each item of Omnipotent God’s creation grows at differing rates of speed, be it bird 🐦, bee 🐝, or me. Growth transcends Time.

Time with mom

I share spiritual moments with my mama still. When my heart is open. When I am washing pots and pans she gave me years before she died. When we use the stoneware she gave me. When I drink from the crystal glasses she left behind.

My heart is full. We are all connected. We are all one. Gratitude envelopes me. I resonate with ALL of this knowing. Eternal. No time. Everything happens as it should, and mostly for reasons that mostly only later dawn. ❤️🦋🌀🙏☀️💦🌱☮️

Read That Little Blue Dot here: https://sheilamurrey.net/2017/04/26/that-little-blue-dot/

Read Lessons here: https://sheilamurrey.net/2018/11/12/lessons-from-mom/

Read mom’s eulogy here: https://sheilamurrey.net/2017/07/03/eulogy-for-my-loving-mother-betty-ann-williams/

Read dad’s eulogy here: https://sheilamurrey.net/2019/03/21/eulogy-for-my-amazing-father-nelson-williams/

A bit about us:

My husband is an award-winning illustrator, plus he is a seasoned guitarist, bass player, and songwriter (of over 400 original songs). You can view some of his artwork and listen to all of his songs at: http://listen4music.com

Here’s us: https://vimeo.com/416711742?ref=fb-share

A bit about me, your Spiral Sister

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June 8, 2020August 12, 2023 Sheila “Spiral Sister” Murrey Art & Music, Connections, Expanding Consciousness, Holism

Thank you for helping me choose a better feeling thought!

I don’t know if I’ve ever (publicly) explained this before, but I absorb, and tolerate, even accept ”upset“ to a point, but after kindly expressing my concerns or frustrations (to one or more people), and not being heard, I then speak in a firm, perhaps demanding ”tone” or get loud.

At some point, my emotions boil over. And it only seems people hear me then. Ugh!

Either you want people to share, or you don’t. I am not shy, nor boastful. I am nice. I am kind.

The stream of consciousness, when cut, will come out in another way. Because Life ALLways finds a way.

Have you been belittled, or picked last?

In my 58 years on this planet, I’ve learned that
I’m typically too nice, overly sensitive, and emotional. But, I am not a victim, and certainly do not wallow in victimhood.

I’m a deep and careful listener, loyal friend, and strong advocate (especially for the underdogs, misunderstood, misfits, and those who create a healthier world for us all—beyond the next 7 generations). I am a critical thinker. And embrace individuality. I love the freedom I find in BEing independent.

I have a profound knowing that We Are All Connected. And that we’re only as strong as our weakest link.

We can pull together, or we can pull apart.

Notice the separation of the colors of the rainbow 🌈? What does it make you appreciate?

Even the rainbow’s colors are separated. But, by what? Though the colors are separate, we love the rainbow.

I listen first

I sit and I listen, gratefully with as much compassion as I have access to with mySelf, as others talk, often sharing too much of the current discord.

Then I speak.

But, it doesn’t feel good to me, when my voice gets “put in the back of the bus” by someone.

I only speak when I feel a strong urge. When I am compelled to share. I am propelled by Omniscience. And when my voice is cut off while I am sending love, what shall I do? This physically hurts me. I care deeply. But because of my complexion, my pain doesn’t matter? We ALL have a message, but here I go again, having to write it through my tears because SOMEONE felt they needed to hear from their more important “in that moment” others.

Imperfect action

In my humble opinion, promoting or monetizing poor behavior—is of a low vibration. And it serves to perpetuate one-sided, dense thinking. And yes, I know how that sounds. I am well aware that is a judgment, and obviously, others see nothing wrong with it to further their “cause.”
We never really know who (or how) others, no matter their complexion or ethnicity, have been persecuted.

Learning all the time

Do you believe as I, that life is a school? And that Everything, in particular, every experience we have is presented to us for learning?

Do you often wish you would respond to each challenge with your best response?
Perhaps people use bullying tactics to feel empowered. Perhaps bullying is their way of standing in their power. But, to the one in their way, it feels as though they are preying on the vulnerable or weak person.

I write a lot about the power of words, and tone. And tone can be expressed in writing, as well as when spoken. Thus, I thought I had grown to a place where words couldn’t hurt me.
But, I believe that we all mirror each other to some degree.

Mirror work

I don’t want to mirror someone’s dark side, so I often walk away, and simply stop arguing or fighting. I realize that “sending them love” would be my highest vibrational response, yet I am not always emotionally strong enough. At times, I have pushed back and been direct, only for the situation to escalate—even to the point of physical abuse.

An example:

This brings me to relate a recent situation:
I was emotionally triggered by a response (that looked and felt quite rude), to a comment made by one of my longest and dearest friends on my group, We Are All Connected. My dear friend had expressed her deeply religious comment (based on her belief) to a beautiful photo I had shared. The problem was that an acquaintance didn’t like my friends’ comment and felt offended by it because he is an atheist.

Initially, when I read his comment I felt it in my body. And the feeling wasn’t good. My gut wrenched because I felt like I had been punched! I wanted to spare my friends feelings, and as the admin, I removed HIS comment. That set off more back and forth from him because he felt I was choosing sides. And I was. Not because I don’t like him, or dislike atheists, or because I like her more, and approve of her religious beliefs, but simply to FEEL BETTER. (And he clearly broke the group rules anyway—he was not kind.)

Second example:

I have taken a lot of being talked down to, even in the business coaching program I am currently in. I often receive criticism, push back, month after month. Though we are encouraged to think big, and come up with a program worthy of a $10k price-tag, MY ideas are often dismissed as either “fantasy,” “unrealistic,” or that we may not be UP TO delivering what we want to offer.

So, I had one of those “last straw” moments in a group the other day. And unfortunately that moment coincided with other personal stressors (which I had tried to explain to my coach the day before, but was ushered to focus on our objective for efficiency’s sake).

Either you want people to share, or you don’t. I thought the point of a small group discussion was to speak our heart?

Of course I honor everyone on our intimate group calls. But, they had been quiet and I felt the inspiration to speak, so I broke through any thoughts about being misunderstood, and I opened my mouth to speak healing.

I will never know, now, what the last sentence would have been (it was only one more sentence), because our coach felt he needed to hear from others in our group (whom had not spoken in 8 minutes, and no one knew why). And thankfully, I had gotten to share a few thoughts, a few minutes earlier. I think my grandmother may have been speaking through me. And it’s sad her words were not allowed to be heard. I think she wanted us to realize that we never know who or how others, no matter their complexion or ethnicity, have been persecuted. But apparently, that was not the time (to speak that knowledge aloud).

Empowerment Coaching

I can find value in Everything. And I can turn, turn, turn, to the next best feeling.

All that to say, as a writer, and spiritually open-minded, caring, empathic, and such, I came abruptly, face-to-face with my own fallibility. I am human. I am not perfect. So how can I be an empowering coach?

By teaching you this?
Thank YOU (in appreciation of whomever is challenging me in any moment), for helping me make a better choice.

Ponder

Maybe we need to start by changing the way we think about these words:

black and dark, white and light.

Look deeper.

Consider this:

People for whatever reason, even as children, are afraid of the dark.
Light complexion people tend to call anyone with a darker complexion, black.
Black in the light spectrum is the absorption of all the other colors.
Others?

Let’s ponder this.

At some point, in the spiral of time, humanity will learn to appreciate, honor, and even revere, the CONTRAST that brings about Creation.

ALLways remember:

You are worthy.

Your inner YOU is L-I-M-I-T-L-E-S-S

As ALLways, thank YOU for helping me make a better choice.

❤️🦋🌀🙏☀️🌱

A bit about me, your Spiral Sister

Be the best version of who you want to be.

Information provided is for educational purposes only and is not intended to treat, diagnose or prescribe.

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June 1, 2020August 12, 2023 Sheila “Spiral Sister” Murrey Connections, Expanding Consciousness, Holism, Spirit

Walking in another’s shoes and waiting on the sun

Is it possible to walk in another’s shoes? Really? To see and even begin to understand another’s plight or their perspective on life?

I’ve tried on used shoes before and they hurt! Physically, they can throw your spine out of alignment too.

A whole lot of us are trying to understand our brothers and sisters pain right now, because we innately know, We Are All Connected.

How can you see life through the lens of another’s experience?

We must access knowledge.

How do we gain insight when we can’t trust the media or mainstream narrative?

We can watch and listen to those we know. We can open our hearts and minds to those we meet. But we still may find ourselves upset and off balance.

Ethnicity

I am of English, Irish, Dutch, German, and Native American lineage (Cherokee tribe).

And my grandmother was persecuted for being Native American. But, though I remember a few of her stories, I didn’t live her life.

I only learned the few stories that she chose to share with me.

I was 18 years old when she died, and I was only really ever interested in her stories during the last few years of her life, because I was focused on being a teenager.

Humanity trumps race

A friend of mine has called for all of us to check the box: Other —and write in HUMAN, whenever we have to fill in ANY form that asks us for our race and ethnicity.

Are you willing to do that?

I am.

I consider myself a mixed bag anyway, and have never thought of myself as “privileged” because I have worked (since I was 15), for everything I have ever had (even putting myself through college, putting braces on my teeth, etc.).

Brutality

As I mentioned, my maternal grandmother told me stories about how she and her Native American ancestors were persecuted—some of her elders had been forced to walk the Trail of Tears.

I have a book about the Trail of Tears and haven’t even been able to read it—yet. As I recall, I had nightmares from watching Roots when I was young.

We don’t watch TV, but I see headlines when I log into web applications for my work. And on breaks, I see stuff on Facebook. But, as an empath, I have known for several years that if I am not careful, I can easily get sucked into other’s drama, because I always feel that I can help ease their pain–somehow. (See my 2016 article: https://sheilamurrey.net/2016/03/08/walking-more-than-a-mile-in-anothers-moccasins/

Does the color of my complexion, mean my pain doesn’t matter?

Everybody hurts

I have been bullied, lied to, cheated on, yelled at, cursed at, gaslighted (way before I ever knew what that was), left alone to fend for myself and my two children (when they were young), raped twice, betrayed, abused, kicked, shot at, had my car taken away while I was at work (and left with no way home), had my ex sneak his way (behind someone with access to enter) into my office and scream for me to come home, and thrown out of our house (with all our belongings thrown on the driveway)! So, I can very much relate with agony and PAIN!

Is that what you want to hear? To see?

I RISE!

With every fiber of my BEing, I take it upon myself to RISE!

I alone am personally responsible for how I feel, and how I respond. I have mastered being quiet. Now, I need to speak!

I believe we can all RISE together—if you are willing to put forth some effort (and acknowledging that your level of effort may differ from mine and that’s okay)!

I am all about personal responsibility. I hold myself, thoughts, words, and actions to a higher standard. And always here in ALL ways to offer a hand UP.

Complaining and Protesting

I learned years ago, that protesting, as certain people and groups are currently doing in cities across America, would never feel good to ME because I am a peacemaker by nature and by what life has taught me to be.

Years ago, I tried to take part in a march against Monsanto. And I tell you, I was fired up and READY to march. But, I felt the Energy shift in me when I arrived on the scene. I saw some hypocrisy among the organizers. And I saw the money being made. I felt my emotions had been hijacked, so I left. I remember distinctly making a conscious choice to leave and not sew any seeds of discord. I chose to never use any chemical product of any sort again. I chose to become more connected with my food and what I put in and on my body (See my Being Wholly Vibrant blog.)

Discord

Now, I realize there is a time for Everything.

I do not have my head in the sand.

I had to sit with a situation that disturbed me this week. And then, I asked the Universe why it had to happen THIS week because our generator quit, we live off grid, and only have the SUN to supply our power needs. Plus, we aren’t receiving much sunshine all week due to a tropical storm in the gulf! Frayed nerves!

I just had to sit and receive what I could learn from it. And remember to activate my faith.

Remembering lessons

I always have the power of choice and can choose to balance my emotions
Complaining adds to the discord and never makes me feel good
Judgment keeps me sitting and spinning in repeating patterns
Not my circus, not my monkeys (though this week it WAS my circus!) LOL
I’d rather laugh than cry!
We are going with the FLOW of nature, and wanted that so much!
No one can FIX anyone else
It is an inside job
Only I can manage my own Energy
I wanted to be one with the earth (now, hoping more above it than below it!)
I know everything happens for a reason
I know Everything Resolves to Gratitude

As of today, going through what I have, I now know that I am more of a Creator, than a Destroyer.

Last night was a full moon. I took some time to hold ceremony outside, though I could not see the moon for the full cloudy sky.

I remembered cutting the cords of repeating patterns three years ago, but here we go again. And it’s okay.

Energetically, I cut the cords of all of our karmic and ancestral wounds for my granddaughters and the generations to come. No curse remains.

Here and now I state, my grandchildren will not have to take any historical family burdens upon themselves. They can be self-filled. Self-motivated. They can help others as they choose. Free spirits! They can care for themselves first, without guilt. They can choose to do what they love! They do not have to repeat the sins of their parents, or of mine. They do not need to try and figure anything out. The past is the past and it is abSOULutely done.

I continue to sail on this ship of fools. And it’s ALL okay. Everything is in motion.

To find my feet upon this beautiful earth, I keep repeating: BE HERE NOW.

At some point, in the spiral of time, humanity will learn to appreciate, honor, and even revere, the CONTRAST that brings about Creation.

I am human. I am imperfect. I am empowered. I am free. I am LOVE.
❤️🦋🌀🙏☀️🌱