The Hidden Gift

Mohawk belief:

When people are born, the Creator hides a gift in them. But they can’t see their own gift, nor can their parents.  Instead, it’s the responsibility of others in the community to see that gift and help bring it out. This is because that gift doesn’t belong to the person who possesses it. It belongs to the community.

Icons of Youth

Having just flipped through morning news programs (Today and GMA) to catch the “latest” on Michael Jackson’s passing, I was hit with so many ‘pop messengers’ of my youth, I’m sort of reeling here!  Not only Michael Jackson, who DID rock my rockin’ soul when Thriller catapulted onto the scene (and — in what I call one of my “Forrest Gump” brushes with fame, I actually “phone met” Michael — more below), and Farrah Fawcett, whose image was held up for all girls of my day to emulate (a virtual impossibility for most of us)… but when I flipped on GMA, there was the cast of HAIR performing in a revival!  I had seen HAIR 3 times before I was of age to drive, but was already totally into “hair as Jesus wore it”!

My formative years are suddenly right in my lap today.  Interesting.

(Post script at the opposite end of this day. Just learned a party I’m attending tomorrow has become a 60’s theme! What’s with the sudden time warp?!)

So, my minor and, in a way, star-crossed encounter with Michael went like this. I worked at the time in a small, boutique software development company. One of my earliest jobs, and a unique situation: the company was owned by three partners who were very spiritually oriented. There were fewer than a dozen employees in this company, developing software for Macintosh computers, among other clients. We had stylin’ offices on a very high floor of prime real estate overlooking Lake Michigan; a stunning situation really. We meditated together daily on the success of our business and our lives. We did kundalini yoga together. The ashram these partners lived in was two blocks from where I lived, all of this on the north shore of Chicago.

The Jackson connection was by way of  the group these partners belonged to: they were American Sikhs. It was a Sikh who was Michael’s live-in (and travel-with) chef — all vegetarian, and as organic as possible at the time.  So: Michael came to Chicago for a concert at the absolute height of his scalding hot career, with his chef. The chef visited our beautiful workplace on the 55th floor with a view of almost forever across the water.  As it happened, I was in the office alone after this visit… guess I was working late that day; the receptionist was gone, as was everyone else.  The phone rang, I answered, and it was Michael calling from the hotel, looking for his chef!  ~ who was no longer there.  I simply took the message to have [chef] call Michael back if/when I saw him… a very mundane little conversation with this mega-star with an unusually high and soft voice.

What also happened during this Jackson Chicago visit was, I was offered a free, front-row concert ticket.  Incredibly, when I got my voicemail to rendezvous “tomorrow at 7:00” … it already WAS tomorrow.  I thought I had a pass for the second night’s performance, when it was the first night I had been invited to!!  So the morning after the performance at which I was expected to hook up with these people… I got a rather heated call asking where I was, how could I not show up, etc… Ack.  I missed a free front row (and possible post-show schmooze) Michael Jackson opp.  Sigh.

Michael’s career (and life) needs no further comment from the likes of me!  He went his own highly unique way, and in this one regard, I can relate.  It tends to be challenging to live one’s own truth in a world that ‘stands collectively’ for something altogether else.  At this moment, knowing what I do about the immediate afterlife experience and how the emotions of the living can affect the “newly liberated’s” experience, I imagine Michael’s soul is caught up in the tsunami of human emotion right now; the grief of his fans.  I send him — and Farrah — light, acknowledgement, and prayer for peace on the next leg of the journey.  Wonder if they saw each other on the elevator?

About the Private Posts…

Many of the posts on this blog have been made private, ie, accessible by password. If you are interested in the subjects you see here, I’m open to sharing this content with kindreds who email me a little introduction and request for the password.  I’ll leave this post up top for awhile.  Thank you…

Whitehawk22 (at) earthlink dot net.

Blips and Bleedthroughs

Something quirky has been going on the last several days. Seems a common occurrence lately to see “something” move, like just to the side of my field of view. I’ve repeatedly thought one of the cats is walking by, for instance… til I turn to look straight-on, and find nothing there.  Or a bug is flying by at eye-level, except it isn’t.

I’ve heard it mentioned fairly often that this is an increasingly common phenomenon, and it signifies the emergence of one’s awareness of parallel planes as the “veils” that separate them dissipate.  Are multiple parallel dimensions and timelines merging into fewer, unified ones, and is this becoming increasingly obvious to more and more observers?

In related news, tonight I heard the personal account of a man who was on one of the main highways heading out of Chicago last week. All was normal until he exited the interstate to switch to another road. He drove up the exit ramp, noticed a police vehicle on the road he was merging onto… then suddenly there was a flash of light, after which he was back down that exit ramp, just leaving the main highway again, and again merging onto the secondary road… except this time, there was no police car in view.  Everything else seemed the same in this rather mundane slice of travel. He seemed to have driven through some kind of timeline merge, noting a minor discrepancy blip (police car there/not there) in the process.

Have also been hearing how this month (June ’09 as I write) is supposedly loaded with heightened energetic activity, which could manifest as a bumpy ride.  I haven’t personally noticed any extreme bumps so far (Iran gets the ribbon here), except this flurry of things that seem to be moving around me, when here (in my primary “plane”), they aren’t.  During my kundalini years I had sessions with guides regularly. They often remarked that soon, they’d be as visible to me/us as anything else in this dimension, as all is merging into one, and our perceptual bandwidth is expanding to take it all in.  Perhaps that’s actually happening now, to an extent it’s becoming blatantly obvious!

Anyone else noticing odd blips and bleed-throughs? Experiences welcome!

oxo ~W

Hello Again

Hi all,

Just popping in to send quick greetings.  As you’ve noticed, the blog has been zipped up for awhile… and at the moment, it’s open, but with many of the posts requiring passwords.  I’m still undecided as to how to handle the accessibility of this material.

Meanwhile, if you are an ally and would like to have access to the posts here, I again extend my invitation that you email me at whitehawk22 at earthlink dot net, extend the kindness of a brief hello/intro, and request the password to the private areas.

I am working on a new website and pondering how all the pieces of my universe might fit together (or not!).   Quite occupied with negotiating a creative act here!

More to come when the time is right.  Many blessings to you,