Mother Earth – Showing Us Who Is Boss


I woke up to news of more of the Earth’s wrath. Fires destroying beautiful California wine country. Smoke in the sky out my window from the Anaheim hills fires maybe 30-40 miles away.

Seems like floods, fires, earthquakes ,and weapons of mass destruction or mass casualties on scales not seen in our lifetimes are an everyday occurrence these days.

Maybe it’s that information is too fast and readily available –incessant, instantaneous news cycles, vivid pictures and videos that are hard to miss, posts and panic on Facebook etc.

Maybe it was always here in 1939 and 1968 but and inbetween but we were distracted and it wasn’t in our face.

Maybe it’s not the end of the world or an empire. Maybe it’s just that we are more aware of all that is happening each day.

I want to believe it’s the ushering in of a ” New Earth” at the end of all this. I want to be optimistic. But it feels like an uphill battle these days.

Mother Earth seems awfully angry. She wants us to listen but we are stubborn. So she is screaming louder.

Or maybe. It is just the way it is supposed to be.

The firestorm moved this Jewish, spiritual girl to read “Revelations” this a.m — never previously having been a Bible reader I was curious if there was something to it, something that could give us a clue about what is happening now….

“Fallen, fallen is Bablyon the great!
It has become a dwelling place of demons
a haunt of every foul spirit
a haunt of every foul bird
a haunt of every foul and hateful beast

For all the nations have drunk
of the wine of the wrath of her fornication
and the kings of its earth have
committed fornication with her
and the merchants of the earth have
grown rich from the power of her luxury

Then I heard another voice from heaven saying
Come out of her, my people
so that you do not take part in her sins
and so that you do not share in her plagues;

for her sins are heaped as high as heaven
and God has remembered her inequities (Revelations 18: 1-4)

Therefore her plagues will come in a single day –
pestilence and mourning and famine –
and she will be burned with fire:
for might is the Lord God who judges her

And the kings of the earth, who committed fornication and lived in luxury with her, will weep and wail over her when they they see the smoke of he burning; they will stand far off in fear of her torment ….. (Revelations 18: 8-9)
There is more about judgment day and the New Heaven and New Earth so to speak. I don’t think Earth is mad at us as individual humans. I think She is mad at our unconsciousness, our stubborness, our refusal to see the easier path of Love. Maybe she is just frustrated Herself with her inability to teach us properly. She knows no other way. Her power is in her fury. And there is so much to undo that maybe the only way is to wipe it out, to start anew or to play Her last hand – to show us who is “boss”.

The Book of Trump?

By Shari Sachs
I had never read or learned about the Bible when I was growing up and shied away from it when I did grow up.  As someone who was born a Jew ethnically, but raised pretty much without any religious indoctrination it seemed irrelevant. I knew the Old Testament was the Jewish people’s book but not much more than that.  I knew there was a central figure named Jesus but mostly he scared me hanging on that crucifix, blood dripping and all. And anyway somewhere along the line I got the message that us Jews were unfairly blamed for his death (as well as so many other things).

I always believed in God, but my lack of spiritual upbringing left me searching for something “missing” most of my life – a center, an anchor, a GPS system to guide me, to help me sort out moral choices.

For awhile I forgot about Higher Powers, however you choose to name them and the unseen figure I called “God” I used to talk to when I was a little girl.   I lived my life as most of us do. Very focused on the earthly and material attainments. Raising and providing for me and my family. For me, I truly believed that the bigger the job I had, the more money I made, the bigger my office and title was, would equate to how much I mattered (or mattering at all) and to how much people would like me.  And what other people thought was very very important.
About six or seven years ago though,  I began to “wake up” to my separation from my soul and the soul of life and reconnect to that guy/girl/energy I used to call God.  I remembered what I had forgot.   I learned that the physical me was just a channel for the real me, – the one connected to that Higher Source. I still was and am an earthly, human being of course and will be until I choose to leave this body – terribly flawed and all that. I still struggle with righteous choices, temptations and mostly imperfections although slightly less so than before.  Or at least I am more aware of it when I do.
I started seeing myself differently but I also started seeing the world differently. I learned that we are a part of IT and we belong to IT and not the other way around. I learned how we were raping this beautiful sphere of a planet that is our Mother, that which sustains us and provides for Life.  Raping it and raping it and raping it.  Just to line the pockets of a few greedy people.
I saw, despite the wrath of others who felt differently that each one of us, even the ugliest of us was part of one divinity. So when we called people “monsters” for heinous acts or spewed hatred we really were saying that ourselves. The bigger question for me was why would the Divine create any of this darkness at all if the Divine is Love. And the only reason I or others I talked to could come up with which still only partially satisfies me is that we need the “contrast”, the duality to even know what Love is.

Just as we are witnessing now with the throngs of regular people, all colors, ages, orientations rising up together against this stark contrast to Love that is our current President and administration –  sometimes it just seems to take extremism of one type of energy to activate the other. Otherwise we just remain complacent and leave open spaces for darker energies to occupy.

In her early teens, during a tumultuous time in her life when her father and I were divorcing, my daughter became a Christian – the kind of Christian that follows what Jesus really said.  She is a seeker and spreader of love.  She is a person I look up to with a strong, noble center, a person leading her life to make a difference in the lives of others, the kind of person I wish I could have been at her age.  She began to introduce me to how becoming a Christian  helped her and I began to listen.
 I didn’t become a Christian per se, I shy away from “labels” as such, but I began to be very interested in what Jesus had to say – as a revolutionary and as an ascended master. As a teacher of love, compassion, non-judgment, forgiveness. So in a way, in my heart I did become a Christian. I thought that his teachings might not be such a bad thing to follow, maybe they could serve as that guidepost, that GPS I’d been looking for my whole life. 
Recently, an opportunity serendipitously arose to study the Bible.  Since I never learned it I got curious what the fuss about this book was all about. And I have been stunned!  Each week I walk out of our class, and shake my head at the similarities between then and now. It’s all laid out. Right there in black and white in these sacred volumes. Over and over and over  – and over again.
The people stray, they disobey the laws of God (love, brotherhood etc), bad things happen, sometimes very bad things. So then they wake up and go back to listening to God. For awhile. Then they forget. They are human. They need another lesson. Another opportunity. For hundreds and hundreds of years they do this.
Until finally Jesus arrives and speaks of a new consciousness. A new way of being.
One of the participants said that “God must be really angry right now at what He is seeing”  to which the minister replied – “No, God has been around a long time, He (She/It) has seen it all, many times before.”  You see, it’s kind of a pattern…
Right around the time of the inauguration and its aftermath,  we were reading Samuel 1, chapter 8 Verse 10.  The  context is that the people  were in such chaos trying to rule themselves that they asked for a King. Neither God or Samuel who was the “judge” leader at the time wanted that, he wanted them to see that He was King but he told Samuel to give them what he wanted.  
So obedient as he was, Samuel reported all the words of the Lord to the people who were asking for a King.  He said (with my comments for the current day inserted )
“These will be the ways of the king who will reign over you: he will take your sons and appoint them to his chariots and to his horsemen… he will appoint for himself commanders of thousands (his cabinet and the GOP)… to plow his ground (Mir a Lago?, Trump Tower??) and to reap his harvest,(business interests?) and to make his implements of war (well we all know this one) and the equipment of his chariots (his plane etc). He will take your daughters to be perfumers and bakers (loss of women’s rights). He will take the best of your fields and vineyards and olive orchards (the environment) and give them to his courtiers (his rich friends and said cabinet nominees and GOP). He will take your male and female slaves (the incarcerated, the poor) and the best of your cattle and donkeys (our taxes?) and put them to his work 
And in that day you will cry out because of your king whom you have chosen for your selves.”
The last line of that passage is ” but the Lord will not answer you in that day”. I left it out because I didn’t want to scare you – or me.  But mostly its because I don’t agree.  I think our Higher Source/Self WILL answer us.  Maybe not on “that day” But it will on the day we rise to a new way of being, to a new level of consciousness where love becomes the bottom line.
Not to be too dramatic (ok yes I am being kinda dramatic because it kinda is), but I think we are witnessing the GREAT OPPORTUNITY, a turning point in the  evolution of our species and our civilization.  
The Bible speaks of an apocalypse (I haven’t got to that part of “studying” it yet myself but I heard about it  🙂 )   I know enough to know that it can be interpreted in different ways either as an event of cataclysmic proportion that causes great destruction signifying the end of the world.
  Or, it can be interpreted according to the Greek word for apocalypse which is “apocálypsis” and means “a revealing or an uncovering …  It is like a curtain or veil that is lifted so that what is behind it can be seen or the contents are suddenly disclosed.  The Book of Revelation has a similar meaning as it is an uncovering or revealing of something that was previously unseen or hidden.   It is like a curtain or veil that is lifted so that what is behind it can be seen or the contents are suddenly disclosed.  The Book of Revelation has a similar meaning as it is an uncovering or revealing of something that was previously unseen or hidden” (Jack Wellman/Patheos)
The Apocalypse could be the absolute end of the world — kaput, gone, extinct – OR it could be  the”end of the world as we know it”- the end of hate, the end of greed, the end of being separated from your Self, others and the planet, the end of profit over people, the end of war, maybe even the end of suffering??? Could it be??
So, I think this is where we are at.   We can go one way or the other. Inbetween is no longer a viable option. The veil is indeed being lifted and we are finally seeing what’s behind it.The ultimate “turning point”.   Could this be the “second coming” we have all heard about, not in the form of a person but in the lack of form, a new consciousness based on Love.  Look, look how people are rising up and above, not just the marginalized, not just the segregated or discriminated against but all of us seeing that we believe in liberty, justice, true democracy after all and willing to do something about it.
 This verse and chapter, this “Book of Trump” may not be what it appears to be. Especially to Trump and company.   It looks like it could be the demise of our democracy if not our world but it actually, in the end,  may be our saving grace.
I for one have hope.  These are truly revolutionary times
With Grace,



Love and the Bottom Line

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I have a dream. And I also had a dream. About corporations and fear.  Or shall I say ultimately, about corporations and love.

I have a dream that one day it will be possible to say these two words – “corporations” and “love” – together without it sounding like an oxymoron.

I have a dream that one day executives and employees, CEOS and administrative assistants, peers and teams and managers alike will join together, say a few “kumbayas” and make love the bottom line or maybe even just one of them.

I have a dream that it will be okay to say the words  “I love you” within the confines of corporate walls, real or virtual.

Yes, I have about love in the business world.

I also had a dream. A real one.  It was about fear in the business world. It went like this:

I was drifting off to sleep, thinking about my years in corporate life and how I was afraid so much of the time.
Afraid of what I could or could not say, afraid of whether I was wearing the right thing, afraid of what people were saying about me, afraid that I wasn’t pleasing the boss, that my staff might not like and respect me, afraid of the next performance review, afraid of getting in trouble, (which I never did by the way).  Afraid. Afraid. Afraid.
The fact that I worked in Human Resources only exacerbated my already fearful state. As the organizational parent, conscience, judge and jury, my own behavior had to be beyond reproach.  It was on display and it was being watched. As if I wasn’t afraid enough just trying to navigate the corporate machine as a regular ol’ employee, being in this role ratcheted up the fear factor significantly.

A few minutes pass, my eyes gently give way and I settle into slumber. Suddenly, I’m transported to another consciousness, whisked away, like Dorothy in her tornado only instead of Oz I was headed back to the LAND of THE FORTUNE 500, a land where the road isn’t always paved with gold but the parachutes are.

I find myself sitting in my black leather executive chair, in my nicely appointed office only I’m dressed in my pajamas with no makeup and my hair askew, much like I dress for my new line of work as “self-employed.”   I’m shuffling papers as if i‘m trying to find something terribly important while mumbling the words  “Love is the bottom line,  Love is the ultimate bottom line”

My assistant comes in and asks me if I am okay and I tell her not only am I okay, I am truly blessed. I then tell her that I love her.  I go to give her a hug but I can tell by the look on her face that wouldn’t be such a good idea.

I then proceed to my morning meeting – still in pjs, no makeup, hair askew.  Needless to say I receive a number of funny looks from these folks too.  They have that same look on their face – something between horror and trying to hold back laughter – that my assistant did. They ask me for my thoughts on a solution to a very sticky problem and I respond —  Hmmm – “let me meditate on it”.

I then put my hands in prayer position and tell them all “Namaste” – “the light in me honors the light in you.”

Later that day, Human Resources shows up in my office.  Everything I have been fearing finally comes true.  I said the wrong thing.  My boss doesn’t like me and neither does the staff now.  To top it off, I’m told I’m not seen as a “business person”.  The ultimate corporate insult.

HR then politely tells me I am “not a fit” for the culture, sympathetically offers me the services of the EAP (Employee Assistance Program) to assist me with getting my head back on straight (not HR’s job), and generously provides a bunch of boxes to pack my things.

I lay my head on my desk sobbing, I mumble to myself – “Oh If only I had stuck with business language, if only I didn’t say “I love you” to those I love, if only I said we are in business just to make money, if only I had the answer on the spot to the problem, they would have let me stay here in this LAND of FORTUNE and reap the benefits.   Or at least  I could have jumped on to the golden parachute and landed with some dollars in my pocket.”

If only….

I did the only thing left to do when you have just gotten fired in your dream.

I clicked my mouse three times (right click)….

And then I was “home.”  Back in the real world, or the unreal world, however you choose to look at it.  I realized I had just woken from a nightmare and returned to a place where dreams really can come true and actually do.
Even my dream about company’s being in business not only to make money but also to make love.

Now, how’s THAT for a “bottom line?”

With Grace,  Shari

A New Kind of News for a New Kind of Earth?

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall – think of it, always.                                                 Ghandi

I spent most of today watching the events in Boston as they unfolded on tv.  As I watched, I had many, meandering thoughts as I’m sure many of you did and do. My thoughts tend to go in many different and somewhat wild directions however as I tend to now view these events as to how they relate to the evolution and hopefully the potential ascension of our species.

I am one of those people who could be considered an “empath.”  I absorb other people’s and my own energy – often to my detriment.  I absorb it all and all the way around. In addition to weeping and grieving for victims of tragedy I also find myself wondering  about the pain of the person who everyone wants to hate. I wonder how the same God that creates our light can also create such darkness in our own kind.  I think about what it must be like to be that person who is borne with that ugliness inside of them – what that must feel like to be hated or to hate or to be the one to have THAT be your purpose and your legacy in life.  Why. When. How.  It cant feel very good to feel that way inside. Nor can it feel good to those who bore them or raised them.

Because of this I also have trouble watching the news, especially as it is often portrayed.  Too much incomprehension or sadness or fear outweighing the hopeful or funny or cheerful.   I absorb sad, bad, inhumane etc  and it affects me.  Its hard for me to sit with it or to understand it even though I know its part of the human condition.  I know I’m naïve but I have trouble with labels like “evil” because I fundamentally believe that everything derives from the same divinity. I think such labels scare us and separate us; they simplify things and keep us from asking some questions that might need to be asked to truly understand the necessity of souls such as these to be present on this planet.  I wonder what it is about this being human thing that we even need it anymore.  And why we are so transfixed by it.  Me too.

I tried really hard not to watch the Boston coverage on the first day because of this but like all of us was invariably and inexorably drawn in, especially today.

But why is it?  Why are we so drawn in?  There is always the compelling stories of community and love and our being the best that we can be that come alongside the examples of the worst that we can be as human beings. We need this and each other and that sense of community amongst such horror.   But my question is this,  at this point in our species evolution, and after proving it time and time again, through tragic event after tragic event through tragic event, do we really still need such tragedy and terror to bring forth the inherent goodness and courageousness of people?  Do we really need bad things to happen to take stock, realize, appreciate and even celebrate?  Isnt there a way we can have all this goodness emerge – and more importantly report on goodness  -without the terror or the lost lives or the lost limbs to precede it.

I had this strong sense that came over me this morning that as a country and as a planet, maybe we are coming close to the time when we actually don’t need it anymore.  That we might actually be ready to ascend to a level where love can prevail purely on its own accord.

Or maybe I’m just an idealist.  Maybe I listen to too many John Lennon songs.  And read too many spiritual books.  Call me crazy.

Yes, I had this sense – or maybe it was just a mere wish – a yearning, even a pleading to the powers that orchestrate the gyrations of this planet that we are perhaps – please God –close to an end of the era where we need anymore examples of how well we respond to hate and fear to show us how well love.  We do it well. We know we do it well.  We don’t need the tests anymore.

It made me think of Ghandi’s quote above.  I wondered could we becoming close to a time where the tyrants and murderers fall for good?  A true “New Earth”.

I know we know how to love.  And how to love well.  I read and hear stories about it all the time. Stories about entrepeneurs creating businesses,  people volunteering,  non-profits being established, about writers, inventors, artists, innovators, donors doing good, and of ordinary people sacrificing their own lives to help one another.  So why aren’t we promoting these stories on the evening news with the same fervor and intensity as we do every major tragedy?

I’m no different than anyone else.  I find myself glued to the tv and the story as it unfolds live before my eyes.  Even though I cant stand the chaos that created it.  I cry at the heartbreak of every loss of life, I feel the shock of those who were there, and I marvel at  the beauty of people coming together in common purpose for a time and how love always triumphs.   I feel every part of the human story and connectedness to it all. And that’s why I watch, why we all watch I suppose

Still I’m troubled.  I think if we create an intention to sell more good news then perhaps we can create more good news. I’d kind of like to see us showcase more of how the light of humanity glows naturally even in the absence of horror to provoke it, especially in its absence.  I even think there is a lot more of this good stuff going on minute to minute, day to day than the other.  Maybe we can figure out a way for the word “good” to have the same visceral charge that the word “evil” does.

If I were Queen for a day I would love to issue a challenge for the news media and for all of us spectators.  How about for the next day or two all  “breaking news” be about some extraordinary uplifting event that is covered with the same ubiquity as when terror strikes one of our towns.  Special reports and 24/7 coverage on every major channel.  Maybe some VIPS, politicians or even the President himself could fly to the scene of goodness and have his speech broadcast on every news station. We could hear about how people are acting courageously and generously without also having to list the names of victims and speak of the sorrow that accompanies the glory.

In fact I’d love to see a whole news channel dedicated to the good that is going on in the world.  That doesn’t mean some bad stuff might still happen or need to be reported on but just that maybe on balance we are tuned in to something that paints a different overarching picture overall.

So  I thought I should do some research to see in fact how much uplifting,  inspiring good news stories I could identify.  And I was so glad I did.  Because I found lots of sites already dedicated to the reporting of good news.  I felt like my “challenge” was already being responded to – if not yet quite on network news then at least on the internet.

I was pleased to discover a host of “good news” websites – I list some of them here…;;; to name a few. I urge you to check them out.  Support my Queen for a Day challenge and see if we can share and support the telling of all the good news that happens in this world every moment of every day.

And if there is anyone out there in a position to start a network or perhaps just  a “reality” tv show I challenge you too!  A New Kind of News for a New Kind of Earth…

Maybe we can even call it  — “Graceful Under Fire”…. (copyright – all rights reserved 🙂

12/12/12 – Waiting for the Download

12.12.12Its 12/12/12.  Today is the day.  Its finally here.  End of the beginning.  Beginning of the new.  Day of “Ascension”.   The gateway for the transformation of human consciousness from fear to love.  It seems like it should be a big day.  Like a holiday.  Like stores should be closed or at least having a sale… or it should be a day off of work,  and celebrations should be rampant. Like New Years or something.  I don’t get it.  Where is all the hoopla? Why don’t more people get this??

I wasn’t sure I got it either but realized a few days ago it was almost here.  Not one to like surprises,  I thought if something cataclysmic was about to go down I better get more informed.  That would give me time to prepare.

So I researched.  Thank God for the internet because it makes research so accessible.  I learned about the crystalline grid and the Mayan calendar and Ascension and the symptoms that go along with Ascension.

That’s a story for another day but all I can tell you is every weird symptom that I have had in the last three years that no doctor can explain and that I have been chalking up to my Lyme disease (or something like that) was described in the list of Ascension symptoms.  To include – funny hearing, burning/vibrating/tingling body sensations,  shimmering vision, imbalance and fuzzy thinking.

Then there’s the non-physical strangeness like lights flickering when I walk by them and tvs turning on spontaneously in the middle of the night.  I learned that maybe this was just a bunch of energy shifting in my body as I “ascend” from one level of consciousness to another.  Akin to a radio tuning into a different frequency.

My system is literally “rebooting” – or so that’s what my “research” said.  I’m sure my doctors would not like this explanation and would think it hazardous to my health.  But it gave me an odd sense of peace.  Thinking of my body like an energy field in motion with some disruption but all for a good cause.  I can live with that a lot easier than Lyme disease (groan…ugh)

Anyway the other thing I learned from my research was that during this period between 12/12 (the gateway) and 12/21 (the threshold) to this new age,  a lot of important information was going to be transmitted.  Its not something you are going to get on the evening news however.  There isnt going to be any big Presidential announcement.  And I don’t even think God is going to appear with something like the Ten Commandments – but you never know—and that’s probably a little closer to the kind of means of transmission that’s going to occur.

No it will just come through somehow if one is ready, is listening and has clear enough channels to receive it.  I have no idea if I am one of these “beings”.  I do know that I have been having lots of symptoms that would suggest I’m headed in that direction however. But on the other hand,  I havent been so good at “raising my vibration” in other ways – although I try with some yoga here and some meditation there and eating some healthy high vibrational foods along with my wine and coconut ice cream.

But honestly, I just havent made it my focus.

Nevertheless, once I became aware of it,  I found myself really wanting to get this “download” from the cosmos or wherever its coming from.  I kind of thought it might have something really important to say and I didn’t want to miss out since 12/12/12 only comes around once every hundred years and I wont be here for the next one and Im pretty sure 2012 is a once in a lifetime, millenium kind of occurrence.

Mayan calendars dont begin and end but once – ever- I think???  I kinda wished I had been preparing sooner  for it but it just didn’t seem to have the same sense of urgency as it does today.  So I got my favorite leather bound journal out with pen and got ready to transcribe because I heard that when it comes our mind wont be able to contain it.  So here I am, “Waiting for the Download.”  I’m not quite sure how one does that but if there is a procedure and I’m supposed to receive it I’m sure I will know or be guided in some way right?

So that’s what I am doing today.  Waiting.

And in my doing so, I can tell you this.  I’m not sure if it comes from the “download” or not.  But here’s what I’m thinking.

We are all connected.

We are all magnificent beings.

We are all like colors of the rainbow – made of different colors and shades all creating its beauty, none it good or bad, right or wrong.

We all deserve to be loved.

Love is where its at and love is all you need.

And beyond that its all just an adventure that can be a lot of fun if you let it and look at it that way.

Maybe it didn’t need to be 12/12/12 to know that.  Or maybe the download is already uploaded and always has been.  Its just a matter of playing the program. Either way, while I’m “waiting” one thing I don’t have to wait for is this  — in a word just to be LOVE.

With that, I think download (or not) – complete.