Now, one must remember that in reading this, you are reading something that is written by someone who is technically "archaic" and has a pretty primitive computer system. However, I do know how to use a calculator and I will if I am pushed to do so. So here is the thing. It would seem that my partner has been holding out on me a wee bit. I mentioned to her that I should look into getting an iPod for use as I walk to work. A walk is so much better when we have peppy tunes. She informs me that she has an iPod! She even knows what part of which drawer it is in! The woman is brilliant! She just waits till I mention a need or a desire and poof! it is fulfilled! She is an absolute Goddess!
So then the next thing is charging it up and downloading iTunes. I think the iTunes are downloaded, but the charge thing is taking what seems like forever. We will see how this goes and hopefully I will have tunes to walk with tomorrow morning. I know this might sound a bit superficial, but I also find that this sort of technology is quite enjoyable. Now, when I am out in the bush somewhere in the middle of nowhere, I don't expect to have an iPod stuck in my ears. But for walking to work...I am so looking forward to this. I also know that technology can save lives and that is why the MRI was invented and that this does not hold a candle to that sort of thing. But I like it anyway. I figure if it can make my life easier, then bring it on! And anyone who disagrees, well, all I can say is....go for a week without your dishwasher, moron!
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Nothing is Permanent
Not even the curls you just had put in your hair. This is a transitional reality. The clothes we wear, the food we eat; it is all transitional. So why do so many folks expect things to always be the same all the time?
Comfort in the familiar. But this is also what leads people to settling for things when they could actually have much better in their lives. No one should have to settle. Accept, yes, but not settle. If we accept things for what they are instead of judging them as being what we deserve, then we are better able to make whatever changes are necessary for who we truly are, and that match who we have become. Too often what is familiar is what is seen as optimal. Yet when we look at what we truly desire, we find that it is much bigger than what we currently are experiencing. Then a decision has to be made. To decide is not to judge one thing as bad and the other thing as good. We can learn and grow from both. It is simply a matter of choice.
So what changes are you going to make in your life? When are you going to get out of your comfort zone and do what is best for you? Everything changes and everything transmutes. That is a natural law. Nothing is ever permanent in life. That is a universal law. We are not brought into this existence to waste it by trying to stay the same all the time, for this would only cause us to become stagnant. So go ahead. Make some changes. Shake things up a bit. I have never met anyone who has regretted doing so.
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
Comfort in the familiar. But this is also what leads people to settling for things when they could actually have much better in their lives. No one should have to settle. Accept, yes, but not settle. If we accept things for what they are instead of judging them as being what we deserve, then we are better able to make whatever changes are necessary for who we truly are, and that match who we have become. Too often what is familiar is what is seen as optimal. Yet when we look at what we truly desire, we find that it is much bigger than what we currently are experiencing. Then a decision has to be made. To decide is not to judge one thing as bad and the other thing as good. We can learn and grow from both. It is simply a matter of choice.
So what changes are you going to make in your life? When are you going to get out of your comfort zone and do what is best for you? Everything changes and everything transmutes. That is a natural law. Nothing is ever permanent in life. That is a universal law. We are not brought into this existence to waste it by trying to stay the same all the time, for this would only cause us to become stagnant. So go ahead. Make some changes. Shake things up a bit. I have never met anyone who has regretted doing so.
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Karmic Ties
Have you ever had the experience of being with someone, in whatever way, and finding that there is this strange connection that you are experiencing? A connection that makes you know that you have been here before and known each other before?
This is something that happens to me quite often. Having gone through the Light and into the Void a number of times during death experiences (both this life and others) I have been shown various karmic connections that assist my path of purpose. In addition to this, I have been gifted the use of that part of my brain that tunes into karmic events for others. They happen in small "videos" that pop up in a person's energy field and then I see who they were and what happened in their past life that is contributing to whatever the situation is, good or bane, that they are experiencing now.
But what overwhelms me is when I am in the middle of an interaction and begin getting karmic flashes that pertain to the person or persons with whom I am interacting. I keep connected to the situation in the present, but overlapping all of this are the full screen 3-D videos of what took place before. It is like having one dimension completely overlap the present dimension so that all time and space blend into one. Feels freaky, even after years of experiencing this.
I remember when it first began happening to me. I was about 11 or 12 years old and, to be perfectly honest, I thought I was losing my mind. I was not sure what was happening or why it was happening and thought that I would end up in a loony bin. It took me a few months before I would speak of these things, even to my own mother whom I loved and trusted and who was totally into these types of things. She knew right away that this was real, so she called a friend of hers who has similar experiences and also practices the craft. This woman came over and asked me many questions about the experiences. Then she shared with me the way it would happen for herself. Suddenly I was not alone in my experience and I was aware that this was something that was natural, even if it wasn't "normal". Over the years I began finding purpose in these videos. I now am able to help people understand their karmic ties to past life events and to either embrace them, if they are positive, or release them, if they are negative. This helps to create an energy field that actually functions in an optimal way, and settles down all the energetic disruptions that they experience.
I am so honored to have had so many wonderful teachers in my life. Thank you all !
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
This is something that happens to me quite often. Having gone through the Light and into the Void a number of times during death experiences (both this life and others) I have been shown various karmic connections that assist my path of purpose. In addition to this, I have been gifted the use of that part of my brain that tunes into karmic events for others. They happen in small "videos" that pop up in a person's energy field and then I see who they were and what happened in their past life that is contributing to whatever the situation is, good or bane, that they are experiencing now.
But what overwhelms me is when I am in the middle of an interaction and begin getting karmic flashes that pertain to the person or persons with whom I am interacting. I keep connected to the situation in the present, but overlapping all of this are the full screen 3-D videos of what took place before. It is like having one dimension completely overlap the present dimension so that all time and space blend into one. Feels freaky, even after years of experiencing this.
I remember when it first began happening to me. I was about 11 or 12 years old and, to be perfectly honest, I thought I was losing my mind. I was not sure what was happening or why it was happening and thought that I would end up in a loony bin. It took me a few months before I would speak of these things, even to my own mother whom I loved and trusted and who was totally into these types of things. She knew right away that this was real, so she called a friend of hers who has similar experiences and also practices the craft. This woman came over and asked me many questions about the experiences. Then she shared with me the way it would happen for herself. Suddenly I was not alone in my experience and I was aware that this was something that was natural, even if it wasn't "normal". Over the years I began finding purpose in these videos. I now am able to help people understand their karmic ties to past life events and to either embrace them, if they are positive, or release them, if they are negative. This helps to create an energy field that actually functions in an optimal way, and settles down all the energetic disruptions that they experience.
I am so honored to have had so many wonderful teachers in my life. Thank you all !
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Free Food
When my Love and I began to co-habitate, she warned me that she does not cook or clean. She hires a cleaning lady who comes in once every other week and does a thorough cleaning, and her mother cooks almost every day while her father has a key to the apartment and delivers food directly to the fridge and freezer. My Love recognizes and appreciates how blessed she is in having parents who do this for her. After having had to fight just to live, not once but twice, she is able to now discern what is important to her and how she wants to expend her energy. Neither cooking nor cleaning fit into the equation of energy efficiency. Providing food for her daughter is also one of her mother's love languages. Eating it with enthusiasm is my Love's love language in response. I thought about it for less than point 3 seconds and responded with, "I think that system will work for me." Sometimes the food flows in so fast that it is difficult to keep up and get it all eaten, but we are willing to give it the college go and do the best we can to get the job of eating done.
Now, when we first started out, I was not sure how I was going to handle the Indian food. The only time I had ever been served curry in anything was not a pleasant experience. In fact, I am pretty sure that those people, who hailed from Burundi in Africa, over spiced their food as a means of filtering out who was worthy of their associations and who was not. So when I heard the phrase "curry chicken" I was fully prepared to have my face melted off. To my surprise and delight, the melting process was non-existent. Instead I was left with the feeling of "Ahhhh, I can feel that go right into my bloodstream and nourish my immune system!" It was truly magical.
My Love's mother always wanted her to find a "nice Indian boy" to marry. So now that I am eating the actual "hot" stuff, she is informing her mother that she indeed found that "nice Indian boy" but that we won't be getting married anytime soon. I know that I have found a family that fits for me because when we visit her parents' home, as we walk in the aroma of the cooking makes me instantly hungry. The way to a man's heart truly is through his stomach! And the system of hiring out the cleaning and having food delivered still works for me!
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
Now, when we first started out, I was not sure how I was going to handle the Indian food. The only time I had ever been served curry in anything was not a pleasant experience. In fact, I am pretty sure that those people, who hailed from Burundi in Africa, over spiced their food as a means of filtering out who was worthy of their associations and who was not. So when I heard the phrase "curry chicken" I was fully prepared to have my face melted off. To my surprise and delight, the melting process was non-existent. Instead I was left with the feeling of "Ahhhh, I can feel that go right into my bloodstream and nourish my immune system!" It was truly magical.
My Love's mother always wanted her to find a "nice Indian boy" to marry. So now that I am eating the actual "hot" stuff, she is informing her mother that she indeed found that "nice Indian boy" but that we won't be getting married anytime soon. I know that I have found a family that fits for me because when we visit her parents' home, as we walk in the aroma of the cooking makes me instantly hungry. The way to a man's heart truly is through his stomach! And the system of hiring out the cleaning and having food delivered still works for me!
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
Monday, August 11, 2008
"Stay inside the lines!"
This is what my grade 1 teacher always yelled at us if we should happen to, God forbid, color outside the lines. She was one of those mean spirited people who, in this day and age, would probably be brought up on charges of child abuse. The ruler over the head if you should happen to drift off for a minute in class was standard fare. She would also not give permission to go to the washroom so there were many a child that ended up wetting their pants because they were forced to wait too long. Needless to say, I hope that there is a "special" place in the afterlife for people like her. She puts Professor Umbridge (that Nazi in pink in Harry Potter) to shame!
So when she would yell at me to "stay inside the lines" I would look at her innocently and say, "Oh, it's okay, actually, because I will be cutting out the shapes when I am done coloring." This would make her furious. My mother would try to explain to her that coloring inside the lines was not a prerequisite for life, let alone academia. The old battle axe would try to intimidate my mother into conforming, but my mother, in her infinite wisdom, would simply ask why it was such a life crisis for her to have me color inside the lines and to not let me cut the shapes out. I truly think that my mother was there to help teach this woman some flexibility. I was never so happy to be done with a grade than I was to be done with grade 1!
What my mother could see, and what this teacher could never see, was that what I was coloring was not the forms. I was coloring in the aura of the forms, as I would see them to be. As a child, and still now, I see the aura of things before I see the physical form. For most people this is apparently opposite to what they themselves experience. But my mother could see auras, so she knew what I was doing with the crayons. Even now in the art that I do, I show the aura colors and forms etc so that everything that I can possibly perceive is included. I think that coloring outside the lines makes for more creative minds. So feel free to do so yourself! Take a risk! Color outside the lines! Do whatever you want with that pencil crayon! As a matter of fact, just toss the coloring book aside and do it on a scrap piece of paper. It is very liberating. So be bold! Providence loves boldness!
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
So when she would yell at me to "stay inside the lines" I would look at her innocently and say, "Oh, it's okay, actually, because I will be cutting out the shapes when I am done coloring." This would make her furious. My mother would try to explain to her that coloring inside the lines was not a prerequisite for life, let alone academia. The old battle axe would try to intimidate my mother into conforming, but my mother, in her infinite wisdom, would simply ask why it was such a life crisis for her to have me color inside the lines and to not let me cut the shapes out. I truly think that my mother was there to help teach this woman some flexibility. I was never so happy to be done with a grade than I was to be done with grade 1!
What my mother could see, and what this teacher could never see, was that what I was coloring was not the forms. I was coloring in the aura of the forms, as I would see them to be. As a child, and still now, I see the aura of things before I see the physical form. For most people this is apparently opposite to what they themselves experience. But my mother could see auras, so she knew what I was doing with the crayons. Even now in the art that I do, I show the aura colors and forms etc so that everything that I can possibly perceive is included. I think that coloring outside the lines makes for more creative minds. So feel free to do so yourself! Take a risk! Color outside the lines! Do whatever you want with that pencil crayon! As a matter of fact, just toss the coloring book aside and do it on a scrap piece of paper. It is very liberating. So be bold! Providence loves boldness!
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
Friday, August 8, 2008
Maintaining Connections
Every once in a while there is a moment that comes along where I realize that something has been missing. It could be the taste of the fabulous chocolate chip oatmeal cookies that our office manager bakes, or the scent of fresh fallen rain. Anything that subtly makes a world of difference. I experienced that today as I read some responses to my blog from someone that I had not heard from on the blog for a while. It is nice to have her back.
It brought to mind, however, how easy it is to lose track in our busy lives. I know that I certainly have not had as much time of late to do the blogging. And getting together for coffee? Well, let's just say that if it isn't crammed in as a chaser for my breakfast, I have not of late even had time to taste the coffee. This is tragic because I LOVE my coffee.
How often do we lose track of those we love because of our busy lives? If there is anyone in your life that you care about and whom you have not connected with lately, take some time right now to call that person up and say "hi". The time it takes to connect is not that much. The sorrow of completely losing a connection is never ending.
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
It brought to mind, however, how easy it is to lose track in our busy lives. I know that I certainly have not had as much time of late to do the blogging. And getting together for coffee? Well, let's just say that if it isn't crammed in as a chaser for my breakfast, I have not of late even had time to taste the coffee. This is tragic because I LOVE my coffee.
How often do we lose track of those we love because of our busy lives? If there is anyone in your life that you care about and whom you have not connected with lately, take some time right now to call that person up and say "hi". The time it takes to connect is not that much. The sorrow of completely losing a connection is never ending.
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
Love Languages
There are many of them. Picture a couple who speak different love languages. For the purpose of the example this couple will consist of a man and a woman. So one of his love languages has to do with food. When she cooks a good meal for him he knows that she loves him. However, her love language is being taken out for dinner. So if he doesn't know that this is her love language, then no matter how much he demonstrates appreciation for the meals she prepares, she is not going to feel loved because he has not taken her out. And he is probably thinking to himself,"Why go out and waste that money when I eat better right here at home?" So then he takes her out for a meal, eventually, and she enjoys the meal but feels that there is pressure to "perform" afterwards. She already knows that one of his love languages is physical connection. That is excellent when this is a love language for both people. But if it is not so much for her, then there is another stumbling block in the relationship.
It is amazing how complicated people make their relationships. When it all comes down to the nitty gritty of it all, if you know your partner's love language, then speak it. This is a person that you love and trust and if you are not willing to speak the love language, then you are not really loving that person in a demonstrative way. So cook, clean, take out to dinner, make love and do everything that you can to connect in a loving way with each other. The relationship will flourish when both parties do this. If you don't know your partner's love language, find out what it is. Love language is easy to learn. Then all you have to do is respond to it.
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
It is amazing how complicated people make their relationships. When it all comes down to the nitty gritty of it all, if you know your partner's love language, then speak it. This is a person that you love and trust and if you are not willing to speak the love language, then you are not really loving that person in a demonstrative way. So cook, clean, take out to dinner, make love and do everything that you can to connect in a loving way with each other. The relationship will flourish when both parties do this. If you don't know your partner's love language, find out what it is. Love language is easy to learn. Then all you have to do is respond to it.
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
Sunday, August 3, 2008
The Calm Before the Storm
The evening before last I spent about 40-45 minutes ironing clothes and hanging them up in the closet. Now, understand that I am not anal when it comes to ironing clothes. There are, however, some items in my closet that just do not come out of the dryer in a fashion that I think is presentable until touched up with an iron. About fifteen minutes or so after the iron was put away my Love and I were enjoying a peaceful evening when suddenly we hear from the bedroom a very loud crash! Not unusual, except that we weren't in there! So we went into the bedroom, fully expecting that the neighbour's bed had fallen through the ceiling or something. Everything looked like it had not been touched. That is, until my Love opened the closet door!
You got it. All my freshly washed and ironed clothes, with all the other clothes and linens in the closet are now all over the floor and covered in rock board dust that flew out of the walls when the braces gave way! The caretakers are on well-earned holidays this weekend, so they were unavailable to come and install the shelves and railings again on an emergency basis. So we went out and bought some portable clothes dollies, assembled them and installed them, after spending all evening vacuuming the dust and removing the all the mess from the closet that we can hardly get into because the shelf has jammed itself into the wall at a precarious angle.
So we are now late in the evening of day two of our mini disaster. The apartment is a total mess with clothes, shoes and linens all over the place while we fix this mess. It is getting to be about 1:15 in the morning and we are both tired as dogs. We need this fixed before the next morning as we have family from out of town coming to stay with us.
All this going on, and we only had harsh words once. Grumblings, yes, but only once with harsh words. And those harsh words were not cutting. They were simply emphatic expletives, and not at each other. And then we went on to working out what we needed to do to fix all of this. Intermingled with it all was a lot of laughter as well. After all, our apartment is absolutely spilling over with stuff from the closet and we have already gone through a number of purges just to make room for me moving in with her!
I think about how often people have shared with me how they split up with their partners because of some disaster that occurred in their home and things got all out of hand. I have had much bigger disasters happen in many homes I have lived in. What made this one bad was the timing and the amount of stuff that we were dealing with all at once, in a small space, while being tired and exhausted. And still, only harsh words once. I think that this is a pretty good average.
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
You got it. All my freshly washed and ironed clothes, with all the other clothes and linens in the closet are now all over the floor and covered in rock board dust that flew out of the walls when the braces gave way! The caretakers are on well-earned holidays this weekend, so they were unavailable to come and install the shelves and railings again on an emergency basis. So we went out and bought some portable clothes dollies, assembled them and installed them, after spending all evening vacuuming the dust and removing the all the mess from the closet that we can hardly get into because the shelf has jammed itself into the wall at a precarious angle.
So we are now late in the evening of day two of our mini disaster. The apartment is a total mess with clothes, shoes and linens all over the place while we fix this mess. It is getting to be about 1:15 in the morning and we are both tired as dogs. We need this fixed before the next morning as we have family from out of town coming to stay with us.
All this going on, and we only had harsh words once. Grumblings, yes, but only once with harsh words. And those harsh words were not cutting. They were simply emphatic expletives, and not at each other. And then we went on to working out what we needed to do to fix all of this. Intermingled with it all was a lot of laughter as well. After all, our apartment is absolutely spilling over with stuff from the closet and we have already gone through a number of purges just to make room for me moving in with her!
I think about how often people have shared with me how they split up with their partners because of some disaster that occurred in their home and things got all out of hand. I have had much bigger disasters happen in many homes I have lived in. What made this one bad was the timing and the amount of stuff that we were dealing with all at once, in a small space, while being tired and exhausted. And still, only harsh words once. I think that this is a pretty good average.
Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
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