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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away with our outdated personal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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