LEI LEI SPEAKS
This week Lei Lei offers guidance on stepping into love through understanding and acceptance of one’s life path.
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A couple of weeks ago, I was told that a family member in his early 20s was going to propose marriage to the woman in his life.
My response was not positive. Nor were the messenger’s feelings about this matter.
He did his best to dissuade the person of his intent …and thought he had succeeded.
A few minutes ago, I received a photo of a proposal and acceptance.
Chills ran through my body and I became teary.
At this moment, I have no doubt that this is a positive choice.
Am I simply succumbing to the romance of the moment? No – not my pattern.
At this moment, I simply trust my emotional response.
I am fully supportive.
I have sent congratulations.
And of course, I have no power in this. I simply get to respond to a choice already made.
This is a very different situation than considering what might be.
What other way is there to be?
Any opinion I might have had no longer has a place within me.
Should I harbor doubts about their future? Absolutely not. How would that be helpful?
They have chosen to commit to a path they are actually already walking.
I get to be supportive and joyful on their behalf.
And I truly FEEL that way.
In this moment, I am grateful to my emotional response for clarity and guidance.
Selfish thought: Perhaps babies will come!
This thought followed right on the heels of my happiness on behalf of the happy couple.
I miss babies, but at least it wasn’t my first thought.
It took a good 2 or 3 minutes to arise within me.
I won’t be voicing this to the couple.
I will however rejoice …if and when I hear it from them.
Life continues on its way …with my support and gratitude.
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LEI LEI SPEAKS
This message offers guidance on how to evolve at this critical time, and steps to move your awareness into your heart.
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It has taken a long time, but this morning during a meditation/breathwork session, it became clear that it is time. I have some things to offer and I am going to bring them forward. I have lost my fear …of ridicule …of failure …of not being able to stand in the light …of what might come through during channeling Lei Lei.
I have stated that I am a channel on my FaceBook profile and written a few random things over time. This morning I posted this:
For almost a year now, I have been channeling a loving being named Lei Lei …since last September. I was engaged in a healing process that included dream analysis. It was explained to me that my dreams were messages from my soul. I received two messages repeatedly …one about my health and one that I had agreed before this incarnation to channel. I resisted both messages initially, but when a dream indicated that I was not fulfilling my mission in this life, I decided to try to comply. It’s been an amazing journey, a blessed journey. I had to learn to trust, and there were agreements that had to be made between Lei Lei and I. I had to learn how to raise my frequency and to get my mind out of the way so that the messages, healing and information could come through from the higher realm exactly as intended.
I have much more to share about this – about who exactly Lei Lei is, and I will be bringing messages forth, and who knows what will unfold!
Life is wondrous!
This is a departure for me. I can’t say exactly why, but a page has turned.
Oh, I guess it’s the fear thing.
Gratitude.
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I truly believe that we are entering a new time, that our world is changing. I am coming to understand more and more that reality is not easy to understand, to pin down. Things are not as they seem. I/we seem to have been living in a fictional reality.
No – that’s not right. It’s that we somehow construct our sense of reality based on our perception of what we believe to have occured/be occurring in our lives …and around us.
We actually get to choose the reality we live in to some extent …by our perception of what is and what we align with …and how we conduct ourselves.
Mostly I feel I am aligned with the raising frequencies and vibrations. I believe in them. I hold onto these beliefs with all my heart.
(I’m sure this would sound completely crazy to my dad, who I love and respect. But he is no longer with us in the physical world.)
Today, however, I woke with a bellyache. I had gone to bed self-righteously and distant because my husband wouldn’t talk to me about an issue I was annoyed about. I realized this morning that if he had simply worded his position differently, it would have been no issue.
Is this how I want to live? Causing strife and negativity around me?
No. I want to be that person who lets small things go, who recognizes what is important – my beloved partner, that our time together be harmonious, that wakes up each morning with gratitude …rather than remorse.
The debate was so unimportant. Different ways of communicating …a minor irritation.
I missed our gentle evening time together – listening to a story and then enjoying the back porch after dark …giving him a back scratch. This is the true gold in my life.
I will apologize this morning, forgive myself, and do my best to harvest all the blessings that are here for me in this day.
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In the past several months I have learned some things about karmic pain.
In my 30’s I experienced jaw pain for several months. I had a massage therapist work on it repeatedly, doing deep muscle work. No impact. I consulted with a dentist. Nothing was amiss. One day I screamed into a pillow in frustration …and the pain was gone! I got into my car and drove for about a half hour to a nearby city, screaming all the way and all the way back. It never bothered me again …until this fall.
I have mentioned being engaged with a healing process called Soul Convergence this year. A significant part of the process is to resolve one’s karma, which includes harm one may have done to others. At one point in the process, quite a few participants were experiencing pain that they could not explain.
I cannot say why my jaw pain was dormant for almost 40 years. But this Fall, it resurfaced. I was guided to go within, and I experienced my jaw being caved in as a result of a battle incident. Then I realized I was experiencing the injury that I had done to another. I had been in battle, but this clubbing of another man was done out of cruelty – above and beyond the necessities of battle.
Week after week it was increasingly painful. The pain went from my jaw to my ear, the area of my eyes, and down into my throat. This is what the man I injured experienced, along with shame of his hideous injury, his infected tissue and crumbling skull. He pretended to eat, but could barely drink …and died within a few weeks. I had a great deal of information about this injury.
I eventually learned to go into the pain. I remembered that a woman I had once met talked about mitigating pain by entering it, and I decided to try this. It helped and relieved the pain I was experiencing. I can’t say how this works, but it did.
One morning I woke and the pain was gone.
I have a few other areas of pain I’ve been guided to address as a result of harming others in other lifetimes. One other story was not elaborate like this one. I haven’t gone into the others yet.
According to the teachings of Soul Convergence, it’s time to resolve our karma.
We are moving from a karmic reality to a dharmic reality. I don’t fully know what this means, but now is the time to resolve karma.
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One of the best ways to use your power is to smile.
Faces transform into light when one smiles, and this light sometimes transforms others, both witnesses and recipients of your smile.
I love smiling at others when my inner light feels bright. Usually I receive the gift of a return smile.
In the supermarket, on the street, at the doctor’s office, others are open to your smile.
If you feel you want to connect further – complement earrings or the colors they are wearing or their hair style or color.
“You look great in that red!”
“I love your hair, who does it?”
Oh dear! As I write this, I realize these suggestions are mostly of a female nature!
A man might be more comfortable asking advice about where to find something in the supermarket along with that smile? Because those compliments are mostly for women – and can be misunderstood.
[This surprises me – to discover that I think I am writing about/for people and find I’m writing about/for only half the population. ]
A man can still simply smile.
There is power in a smile, the best kind of power – freely and generously given, without expectation.
Your smile might change the world.
Sometimes a friendship might follow, but mostly you are simply offering a small form of love or high regard for your fellow human (or animal).
I know that if others smile at me, I am lifted.
This holds great value – and power.
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I chose my second husband well.
He speaks the truth, and he doesn’t feel he has to say everything he thinks. This is of primary importance to me.
He is very much a home guy.
He loves animals and plants the way I love children.
I am a gardener. I have been growing vegetables since my 20s – and some fruit bushes and trees. My husband gardens with an expertise that I don’t have. And he brought flowers to the garden! He bravely plants sunflowers right in the middle of the rows of vegetables – along with tithonia, zinnias, cosmos, and specific pollinators for his bees.
There are flowers everywhere! He just installed our summer hanging flowers – fragrant petunias and lovely fuchsia with the hummingbirds in mind – and other colorful blossoms as well.
He enjoys thrift shops the way I do – and he seeks out loves yard sales.
He loves music, as do I. We listen to live music fairly regularly locally and travel to see excellent musicians occasionally.
He loves the displays of nature and traveled to see 2 total eclipses with me! We also share a love of the ocean and the hills and the woods.
He is wise about money in a way that I have never been. Over time I have become more conscious and frugal, and he has stopped worrying as much about finances.
He got me bicycling and hiking and I got him eating more vegetables.
He participates in community theater! This is a love of mine since high school. And he’s very good at it.
He can be grouch in the morning when I am at my best, and he is at his best in the evening when I am sometimes a grouch.
I’ve learned from him to hold my tongue and he’s learned from me to let go of stress.
He is a lovely person to travel through life with, and to grow old with.
I am blessed by his presence in my life in so many ways – some of which took me years to recognize.
My gratitude is boundless.
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Looking back to Africa
The young man who stayed close to me for my protection when we visited the Bulango Camp is named Baraka. I felt completely safe with him as I lingered behind the others in the group to greet and connect with the women and children who had been displaced. He is one of Bienve’s close helpers. He drives others, protects, and I don’t know what else. Baraka has my heart. Language barriers prevented us from exchanging information, except for my gratitude. I hold him in my heart.
I remember this photo being taken on our last day. I have wanted to see it, to have it, to share it, but it wasn’t with the 2 batches that were shared with me. Tonight I found it, looking again at the expanded collection.
Beautiful. It holds all I remember of our connection. I’m grateful beyond words. My heart is full.
I remember looking into Baraka’s eyes in this moment of our photo. His gaze was steady and warm. It was hard for me to sustain our connected gaze. I had to look away, felt I should be posing, looking at the photographer. There was another shot taken where I am looking away. But here the moment is caught when I am fully present, receiving and giving love.
And so I have it still.
I wish there was something I could do for this young man. He was taken from his village as a child and forced into life as a soldier. I don’t know how long this lasted or how old he was or how he found his way to Bienve and the organization he now serves – Remember Youth for Change. (Website almost complete!) I do know he is very fortunate. So many who have walked the path of child soldier do not find safe harbor or work. They are outcasts for reasons that are not spoken, that I can guess.
It has been suggested that it is better to donate to the organization than to give to individuals, and I’m certain that is true. Still, I will let Bienve know that if there is ever a need – for education or other help for Baraka – to reach out to me. Everything is a great deal less expensive in Congo, and I might be able to make a difference.
Thank you for sharing this moment with me, and for indulging my heart.
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The Africa Posts
We returned to the van and drove on the central road to park by a large potato field on a hill. Near the van, more land was being tilled by some older boys of the refugee camp. It was clearly very hard going.
This camp had been in existance at least long enough to grow a crop of potatoes. Bienve had told us that an area of potato plants (out of sight, over the hill) had been dug up and taken recently. He said he did not blame the perpetrators; he knew that hunger drove them. However, it was a loss for the community.
The caring presence of Bienve can be seen here, in a video of displaced persons from one of the camps in Goma, working in the potato fields, creating agribusiness.
Beinve and my son walked up the hill to see the gardens beyond, and I stood by the working boys. The photographer who had been traveling with us leaned on the van, along with 2 men who had been child soldiers (1 was the driver). There was a steady trickle of children walking along the road and I wondered where they were going to and from. I smiled and said “bonjour,” and I soon had another group surrounding me. I felt a little closed in, and this group felt different than the walking group from earlier. I think it was my difference, my skin color, that attracted them for the most part. I heard the word Mzungu (meaning white person) a few times. There were no very young children, and it seemed like an elementary school crowd. I wonder now, whether there was some sort of informal schooling set up as well as the one we visited this morning. These children had no uniform, but I sensed they had purpose. Several said “money,” which I ignored, as I had been advised.
I reached out in my mind for some French words that I could say and after some faltering attempts I arrived at the phrase “Tout les enfants sont bon,” which means “All children are good.” The children agreed with n heads nodding. There was warmth and smiles. It may have been that I was a bit tired or depleted; it may have been that these children had less need. I learned that the level of need is much greater if one is a very recent refugee.
After maybe 10 minutes, a man came along to shoo away the children. I thought it was the photographer; he had a similar build. I didn’t like the fact that he sent them off unceremoniously, but I was in a mode of acceptance about choices made around me while I was in another culture in another part of the world.
I stepped to the other side of the road to talk with the man, who seemed to have something to say. There was some back and forth in English and French and after a few minutes he started asking me for money. I said no; I said I don’t have any, but why would he believe that? (My son was handling funds; the exchange rates were a bit confusing for me.) He persisted, and I glanced over to the van where my 3 friends were still leaning. I realized this wasn’t the photographer I was talking to. I left him and walked over to join them, leaning on the van until our next move.
I felt very comfortable with these men from Remember Youth for Change. https://www.facebook.com/rememberyouthforchange
The photographer was clearly a fan of mine. I had noticed him photographing me at various times. I had taken to smiling and pointing to my son as the main event – which he definitely was. I felt he (the photographer) was a person who saw value in my warmth, which I tend to offer easily. My son is the one, however, who cares enough to create change and to make sure the corporate funds he controls are used well – and expends a great deal of energy understanding what is needed in various parts of the world.
The 2 men who had experienced being child soldiers also have my heart, especially the one who was the driver. I will return to him another time.
At one point during this visit I heard thunder. I believe it was when we were standing by the potato field. I did not find out more until we returned to the US; at the time, it was kept from me that this sound was actually artillery fire. I never felt unsafe when I was in Goma or the surrounding area, but later it was explained to me that all was not as I experienced. I know no more about this and it is not my area of interest. Except that the occupants of the refugee camp have had to contend with this instability along with all of their loss.
Would you like to know more about Goma’s nonprofit Remember Youth for Change? https://www.facebook.com/rememberyouthforchange
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