Queen Initiation

images-14“Eli, I know you’ve been doing Queen Initiations.  Can you teach me what it’s like to be a queen, to expect to be treated like a queen?” a friend asked me.
“Of course.  I’d be happy to do some work with you on this.  It’s as good for me to share this as it is for you to receive it.  Let’s see, we have two hours before I need to be at the train station.”  My Long Island friend had informed me that I’d be hard-pressed to find a cab driver to take me to uptown Manhattan at a certain hour in the afternoon since the drivers would all be going downtown to switch shifts.
We sat comfortably in her living room with only the dog and cat around as I began to talk about the queen energy.
The queen serves her principality.  She ensures the Queendom is running smoothly, harmoniously and prosperously.  She serves with authority and fully expects the Universe to serve her.  She expects to be treated like a queen.  It is a Divine Contract.
How this applies to us today is that we are all in service. We each have dominion over our own principality, which is our own lives.  We are given our gifts and talents by Divine Right.  So, when we share those gifts and talents, we serve by Divine Right.  There is great power in this!
The Universe fully supports who we are. By extending our gifts and talents, we embody who we are meant to be.  There is a place in the world for each and every one of us.  This is why the Universe supports us in who we are.  Divine Intelligence has made us out of itself.  There were no mistakes in giving us our unique abilities.
Therefore, true service is accepting exactly who we are.  The work is not out there in getting, the work is within, in accepting.  It’s about aligning with the Divine blueprint of who we are.  Desire is Spirit speaking through us, leading us to be our highest and best.
By standing in acceptance of our complete authority, we allow the Divine to flow through us.  Doing so is acceptance of our Divine Contract and we can expect ease and grace to accompany us in all we do.
My friend took in all these ideas as I led her in meditation.  During this sacred time I continually used affirmative prayer for acceptance of greater good, for embodying the queen energy.  We were both pretty high by the end of it.
We raced out the door in the nick of time for me to make the train.  By the time I arrived in Manhattan with my huge suitcase, it was the very time my friend said was the worst time to arrive.  I asked a public servant to point me in the direction of Central park. Walking up the one-way street north was my best chance of catching a cab.
On the train ride I affirmed that my perfect ride uptown existed, in spite of what my friend had warned. I declared, “I am the queen of my principality.  Of course it will be easy for me to get a cab.”
I stopped on a corner and stuck out my hand.  I heard a voice behind me say, “A hitchhiker’s thumb actually works better.”  I turned around to see a lovely younger man who looked like Spike Lee in ‘She’s Gotta Have It’ stick out his hand, “Nice to meet you.  My name is Phil.”  I couldn’t help but return his courtesy and tell him my name as we shook hands.  He said, “I’m going to help you get a cab.”
Phil looked down at me over his horn rimmed glasses.  He was a wiry fellow, short hair, dress slacks and shirt, umbrella ready to save a damsel in distress.
Phil and I exchanged pleasantries while we kept our eyes down the street waiting for a cab to come around. Phil worked at Macy’s and was finished for the day.  He had a short list of the reasons I should call on him at work. I gently informed him that I was a married woman. He insisted on helping me even though he knew I would not be seeking his attention. We discussed the time of day and he told me confidently, “Rest assured, my lady, I will find you a cab. But first, there’s something missing.”
“What’s that, Phil?”  He had come in closer to my ear and for an instant I took my eyes off the road.
“Your crown.  That’s what’s missing,” said my self-appointed hand servant.
“What?” I feigned surprise.  It was what I had been putting into Mind, that I was a queen.  I was still surprised that Phil could easily see it.  Not even the bombastic noise of the city streets could keep the right person from showing up to reflect my idea back to me.  
    Phil continued, “Your crown.  You can’t fool me.  I know you’re a queen.  You may be able to fool other people, but you can’t fool me.” He had a knowing grin.  There was no way he could have been convinced otherwise.
I smiled at him and said, “Thank you Phil.”
He nodded and just then a cab came by and stopped.  Phil informed the driver where I needed to go.  The driver began balking and Phil would hear none of it.  “You’re going in that direction anyway.  Be a good man and help this fine lady.”
I thanked Phil and kissed him on the cheek.  He tipped his hat and closed the door for me.  I watched him as we drove away.  He had the look of honor to be of service.  I was grateful to accept.
Did I do the queen’s wave?  The thought crossed my mind, but no.  I simply smiled back and marveled at the results of my belief, mirrored back to me in this sweet young man.  I was definitely given the Queen’s treatment in Manhattan.

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Higher Perspective

My friend Coleen gave me a plane flying lesson near San Francisco for a birthday gift. She and I redeemed the coupon earlier this week. Our pilot was a 50 something year old trim six foot tall seasoned veteran who had been flying for many years. He didn’t have on the usual jeans and leather jacket the other pilots were wearing. Massimo is from Bologna, Italia. He was dressed like an Italian, in a powder blue button down shirt with a navy blue sweater with straight, form fitting (but not skinny) jeans. His Italian shoes made a clip clop sound on the pavement as we walked from the office to our plane on the runway.

Massimo had a safety checklist that took a few minutes to get through before we were allowed to set foot inside the plane. Once we were strapped into our seats, our pilot explained the workings of the plane. Pulling the steering wheel pulls up the nose, pushing it away brings the nose down. There were tons of other commands, which I cannot remember and did not process in the moment. Although I listened as best I could, the excitement was too much to bear and I was itching to get in the air. In the moment, Massimo sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher, “Bwah bwah bwhah bwah bwah bwah.” I was confident my kinesthetic intelligence would take over once we were in the air. Besides, all I had to do was say, “Your plane!” to the pilot and he would take over.

Massimo started the plane and steered us onto the runway. It felt like we were going a little too fast for a parking lot when Massimo instructed me to bring up the nose. He kept saying in his broken English, “Keep pulling, keep pulling.” When I looked out the window, I noticed we were already 20 feet in the air. The takeoff was so smooth and uneventful that Coleen and I couldn’t believe we were off the ground.

We were quickly in the sky looking out over San Francisco. It’s surprising how much can be seen from an aerial view. There are many small bodies of water and a lot more open space than one would imagine so close to a major city. Flying over the Golden Gate Bridge and the Pacific Ocean was exhilarating. I felt like I had my very own wings. We could see city landscapes, greenery and ocean for miles from a higher perspective.

A couple of days prior I had been with another friend discussing a certain pressing issue when I mentioned the wisdom of being able to see from a “higher perspective.” Just as I uttered those words we drove past a falconer with a red tailed hawk on her arm. My friend stopped the car and we got to see the totem for the “higher perspective” up close. The plane ride seemed like a gift from the Universe that was taking me full circle with this idea of “higher perspective.”

Another interesting plane phenomena is that once the propeller started going, we could no longer see it, except for in photos. Sometimes things move so fast we have a hard time seeing them. That happened to me when I tried to sell my house in the Boston area in the 1990’s. Rent control had been abolished in Cambridge, the next town over. As an Economics major, I knew this policy would affect the local real estate market. Many yuppies with plenty of money for rent had been taking advantage of the rent control system for years. Once they faced the true cost of renting, people who could afford to own decided to buy. Higher demand drove up prices. The local realtors were so involved in the past, in what had come before, they could not see the changes happening in front of their eyes. I had no such problem seeing the shifts, because I had no attachment to the market history. You could say I had a more detached perspective. Local realtors told me I would be very lucky to get $220,000 for my home. I told them it was worth $270,000. They all thought I was crazy, until I got $270,000 for the house. Following my Guidance gave me $50,000 I wouldn’t have had if I had listened to others.

Right now as we near the end of 2012 it feels as if things are moving so quickly it’s challenging to see what’s right in front of us, especially if we look through eyes that insist on seeing the future through the perspective of the past. This is why it’s so important to listen to Guidance and be willing to see from a higher perspective.

The plane ride was a beautiful and freeing experience. The winds were blowing and the plane would lean into one side and I would have to adjust the steering, then we would lean to the other side and I would have to adjust again. We would dip down a little and I would have to pull back until we rose up again. Neither Coleen nor I knew whether or not we would experience fear being up so high in a four-seater plane. I am happy to report that neither of us experienced even a tiny bit of fear. Having a calm and knowledgeable teacher who is well prepared to navigate any unforeseen circumstances put us at ease. The flight was a fabulously joyful experience.

Having a regular spiritual practice and processes to help navigate the twists and turns of life can prepare one for unforeseen circumstances, so that we stay calm and can easily return to center in the face of buffeting winds. Seeing from a higher perspective and trusting our own intuition can lead to greater prosperity in many ways, including emotional freedom and financial gain.

Do you trust your Guidance? Are you willing to see from a Higher Perspective?

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There’s No Place Like Home

Three years ago I left my beloved friends in the San Francisco Bay area to move to Orange County for a fresh start on life. My communities asked me to write about my escapades so that we could still be connected. My life is often stranger than fiction and I love telling a good story, so it was with glee that I said yes!  Thus began my Living in the Flow, Living From Guidance blog.

Miracles happen when one lives from Guidance. Living in the flow becomes the norm. That’s because that little voice inside doesn’t come to us because we’re crazy, but rather, because we’re connected to Source and Source loves us unconditionally and only wants us to be joyful. Some might say that voice is the voice of Higher Self, the non-duality soul of us that has always been connected to Source.  Higher Self sees the bigger picture and can lead us to having a most magnificent life if we listen, trust and then act on the information given us.

Three years ago I did just that when I was prompted to move to Orange County.  Divine Guidance said, “Your energy is needed to magnify the Divine Feminine in that area.”  Helping to usher in the Divine Feminine?  How could I refuse? Believe me, it wouldn’t be prudent to refuse.  This was the Universe telling me which path to take, and although it wasn’t spelled out at the time, I knew I was seeing the first bricks of the Yellow Brick road. Dorothy ain’t got nothing on me!

Of course there were some twists and turns on the road.  There was the scarecrow who didn’t know he had a brain and then rediscovered it. There was the tin man whose heart was all rusty but once oiled, beautifully intact. Then there was the cowardly lion who realized by looking at this acts, he had been courageous all along. Then there were the crazy monkeys (read monkey mind) trying to swoop down and get me.  Of course, all these characters were me, aspects of me.

But like Dorothy, I trusted the process.  By choosing the path of the yellow brick road, I get home faster. Where is home?  Where the red shoes are, where my feet are planted. I have all the information available to me to lead the best life imaginable, no matter where I am. Divine Intelligence through me has all the answers and knows exactly what to do and when to do it.  The Divine Feminine is Glinda the good witch waving her magic wand and imparting her wisdom.

So it is with great pleasure that I realize once again, I am home. I have clicked my heels three times and declared, “There’s no place like home.” Now that I’m settled in, I’m taking others on the magic path with me. Skipping down the yellow brick road through joyful transformation leading to better relationships. Check. Greater prosperity. Check. Greater expression.  Check. Better health.  Check.  A greater sense of love and support. Check. There’s no place like home.

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