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OWNING YOURSELF IN TRYING<br />

TIMES, LIKE YOU OWN THE STAGE-<br />

YOU OWN YOUR LIFE<br />

Suzanne Bishop is a local Psychic Medium doing sessions nationally for healing, and<br />

has recently become a Reiki Master Teacher. Owner of Intuit Now, (intuitz.com) and<br />

The Pittsburgh Metaphysics Meet Up Group.<br />

I<br />

don’t even have to say in<br />

detail what is going on<br />

in our lives right now. As<br />

the world as we know it falls<br />

apart--literally and figuratively-<br />

-there is solace in what we take<br />

with us each and every day,<br />

as we walk our talk. Yes, this<br />

idiom “walk our talk” . . . which<br />

according to internet records<br />

first appeared The Mansfield<br />

News, printed 1921, has a<br />

powerful message that is ripe<br />

for these times.<br />

Not going into the politics of<br />

our day right now, this Shift we<br />

experience is bigger and more<br />

expansive than that very toxic<br />

and dualistic activity we engage<br />

in just because we have always<br />

done it that way. And THAT is<br />

what this written piece is all<br />

about. These times are archived<br />

in the stars, encoded in our<br />

DNA, in Revelations, are part of<br />

our astrological inheritance of<br />

the upcoming peace we will all<br />

experience. As things fall apart in<br />

our personal world, and as well in<br />

the political and world at large, we<br />

each have a choice to experience<br />

our world differently--<br />

to choose differently. We can do<br />

away with our outdated personal<br />

myths about ourselves and replace<br />

them with what we truly believe<br />

about ourselves. Cultural myths<br />

are also dying and we have the<br />

opportunity to replace them with<br />

myths that fit our own true natures<br />

of how we perceive others. This<br />

dying world is not to be mourned<br />

but embraced as we move along<br />

our rightful path to wholeness, we<br />

do that ourselves--no one else is<br />

equipped to do it for us.<br />

So, walking your talk or path means<br />

to be truly who you are in every<br />

moment. If that means to be a<br />

social activist to help encourage<br />

physical change, then so be it.<br />

Jesus was definitely an activist<br />

during his times (If you look at it,<br />

very similar to our times.) If that<br />

means being active on social media<br />

being teacher to all, so be it. It<br />

that means meditating for peace<br />

and higher consciousness, then so<br />

be it. If it means writing books to<br />

share your knowledge of this and<br />

other worlds, then so be it. Sitting<br />

quietly and doing nothing is also<br />

an act, and so be it. EVERYONE is<br />

needed right now to help the Shift<br />

move along, to go in the direction<br />

of more peaceful realms of physical<br />

existence that we have inherited.<br />

Don’t go gentle into that good<br />

night. These times are ripe for<br />

expression of your dying self,<br />

which is a false light, to lay bare<br />

a road for yourself and others<br />

towards that peaceful realm of<br />

light.<br />

Poem by Dylan Thomas, 1914 -<br />

1953<br />

Do not go gentle into that good<br />

night, Old age should burn and rave<br />

at close of day;<br />

Rage, rage against the dying of the<br />

light.<br />

Though wise men at their end know<br />

dark is right, Because their words<br />

had forked no lightning they<br />

Do not go gentle into that good<br />

night.<br />

Good men, the last wave by, crying<br />

how bright. Their frail deeds might<br />

have danced in a green bay,<br />

Rage, rage against the dying of the<br />

light.<br />

Wild men who caught and sang the<br />

sun in flight, And learn, too late,<br />

they grieved it on its way,<br />

Do not go gentle into that good<br />

night.<br />

Grave men, near death, who see with<br />

blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze<br />

like meteors and be gay,<br />

Rage, rage against the dying of the<br />

light.<br />

And you, my father, there on the sad<br />

height, Curse, bless, me now with<br />

your fierce tears, I pray.<br />

Do not go gentle into that good<br />

night. Rage, rage against the dying<br />

of the light.<br />

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