Posts Tagged ‘compassion’

How Do You Handle A Bully?

December 31, 2014

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I wonder about the history of bullying. I imagine that in prehistoric days, being a bully was the way to be the boss in the cave. Totally up for info on that, but it seems possible.
Then came the days of the quick fix, when we had communities and villages, and the bully was finally pummeled by someone, thereby putting an end to the bullying, at least from that person.
Then came conscious communication, and the turnaround transition where the bullies were loved by those who could see the suffering underneath, and recognize their own internal bully, and quite possibly heal the dynamic of bullying altogether.
My dear friend, Judy Giovangelo has devoted her life to healing bullies, inside and out with her magnificent organization Ben Speaks, and so she keeps me awake and aware about this bullying topic.

There is, however, another fascinating slant on bullying that is more esoteric and takes an enormous dose of patience, and that I’ve practiced my whole life. It’s totally an inside job, while watching karmic patterns play out.

I’ve experienced and witnessed treatment from some people that shocked me and felt awful, but with prayer, meditation, and learning to love myself more, I’ve been silent, like an owl. Watching over years sometimes, just seeing the internal suffering of the bully, sending love, and also doing what I needed to do to take care of myself, I haven’t been one to take an activist stance and fight back, unless my family or myself were in danger. I’ve chosen, out of simply feeling what my intuitive knowing was telling me, to be the owl high in the tree, watching the unravelling of events in the bully’s life, and at times sincerely felt sad for them when the universe dished back the same energy multiplied.  Personally, I think this higher view allows for those intricate dynamics that we don’t know about to play out more perfectly in alignment with everyone’s highest good.  I’m less inclined to want to interfere with the genius of the universe.

More recently, I’m becoming acutely aware of this as the vibration in the universe picks up speed, and the wait is much, much shorter. I see it for myself as well as others. The benefit of being awake in this world is that when we screw up, we know how it works, and we can make amends as well as do other spiritual practices to smooth out the repercussions and heal the wrong before we get the slapback and it’s much softer. It’s softer because we have owned our actions and taken action. It’s softer because we were accountable to the energy dynamic that connects all of us as one.

There are still many of us who haven’t quite caught up, though. We can see it in the headlines. If you were to read the headlines as if they were the message from your Higher Self about how you’re doing today, how would your life be different? I think that those of us who know our internal landscape and are clear about our oneness on this beautiful earth are able to see the places inside of ourselves where we are still at war, and do the healing work necessary.

If each and every one of us were taking exquisite care of ourselves internally, perhaps the headlines would reflect that ramp up of love in the world. Before you begin to argue this point with a litany of reasons why it’s unreasonable and with proof that it’s a false idea, consider the possibility of love as a healing agent more powerful than any energy in this universe.

We’ve come a long way from the cave, baby, and it’s time to wake up. Gently, softly, I am whispering an “I love you” wakeup call.

I’m A Meat~Eating Yogini

September 13, 2013

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I was a vegetarian for 23 years, and a vegan for the last three of those years.  Throughout those years I was a copious reader of nutritional information, supplementing my diet, eating all of the various vegetables, proper proteins, etc, to ensure I was healthy.  The last year of this I became severely ill.  Turned out I was allergic/sensitive to: soy, yeast, wheat, gluten, tomatoes and dairy (even though I wasn’t consuming dairy at the time).  An intensive diet for years and years had taken its toll on my particular body chemistry.

 Although I was a practicing yogini for many of these years, I still held quite a bit of judgment about meat-eaters.  When I began to consume meat again, my body healed dramatically.  In this whole process, I learned so much from spirit about judgments, attitudes, processes, and personal journeys.  My original intent for vegetarianism was due to my compassion for animals.  I still hold this compassion, and have had to lean into new expanded awarenesses of the cycles of life, death, and rebirth.  I have also learned a new compassion for people.  We are all doing the best we can with the cards life has dealt.  

I have had plenty of years now to experience my own judgment of meat-eating coming back at me.  Karma’s a bitch.  It’s interesting to me to experience this judgment from people who have only met me  in the last 15 years.  Some of them have no idea what my life journey has been, but they are intent on teaching me the error of my ways.  I recognize that zeal, that enthusiasm for what one feels is the very best thing they’re contributing to the world.   I’m looking forward to the day that we collectively understand that no one path is best for everyone, but rather that we each have our unique journeys, lessons, paths to awareness.

Some Good News

April 19, 2013

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I have some *good* news. You are love, lovely, loving beyond anything I could have imagined. Keep up the good work. I see you.

When the shit hits the fan, it’s you that shows up with paper towels and soap, rolling up your sleeves.  In the middle of the night, you’re there praying for the poor, lonely soul that weeps and longs.  When I fall down, you show up and help me up off my knees and ask if I’m okay.

In the midst of a life or death crisis, you blast out a call to the many in efforts to pull together and bring everything you’ve got. That time when I moved and we were so sick of eating pizza, you showed up out of nowhere with a huge pan of healthy dinner.  You even gave me the recipe.

When she was driving for seven hours alone, she passed your place and you invited her in, fed her, and opened your home with a clean place to rest her head.  As you said your goodbyes, you loaded her arms with gifts and smiles, and a great big bag of come back anytime.

That time when his best friend moved away, you stepped up without missing a beat.  You came to be my audience on my most nervous, scary first time and wrote the best review.  Someone called you crying in complete despair and you listened with so much love for a full hour until they were all better again.  You were sitting in your car the whole time but you never mentioned it.

You were one of the only ones to make time to visit him in the hospital, and you stayed longer when you realized no one else was showing up.  You stopped to pick up the trash in that public bathroom to make it nicer for the next person.  When you dished up dessert, you gave them the biggest pieces even though it was your favorite.

You were terrified, but you still went first because you knew they were terrified as well.  They said some really mean things to you, but you decided to see that it was their fear talking and responded with love.

I could go on forever, which is what’s so stunning.  There’s plenty of room here for you to fill in the blanks, my friend.  Suffice it to say that you are love, loving, and loved beyond measure.  Keep up that good work, because I so totally see you.

~Oceana Leblanc is a transformational leader, women’s empowerment coach, tantric yogini, and shaman.

http://www.goddessoceana.com

Self Love Is Mandatory

April 17, 2013

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Spring is here and I long to plunge my fingers and toes into the rich dirt.  I take in the fresh  breeze filled with new and familiar scents, and sit in sun rays on the deck absorbing the warm light as I sip my coffee.  

With tear stained cheeks from an outpouring of my heart over the recent Boston tragedies, I ponder how my life in this moment can be so sublime in contrast.  I remember the many times when personal crisis has brought me to my knees, and yet when I looked around, the rest of the world continued on seemingly unaffected.

I have tested the icy waters of human indifference firsthand to see if I could evoke a response.  Once in a moment of utter desperation and profound shock, I drove to a beach in the winter and walked into the icy ocean up to my neck, coat, boots, mittens and all.  People were on the beach and sitting in their cars enjoying the ocean view.  No one stopped me and no one reacted, even as I came to my senses and  backed out of the water and slowly made my way back to the car.  

Frozen, dripping wet, weeping, and stunned at my own actions and the devastation that had driven me to it, I realized that I had come into this world vulnerable and alone, and that I would likely leave that way as well.  Others might show up from time to time and reach out to support and assist, but ultimately I had to love myself.  No one else could do it for me.

I would spend the next twenty years of my life in a relentless pursuit of learning to love myself.  As a self love ninja, I’ve learned that a desire for something outside of the realm of what we have will continue to bring us to our knees in ways we could never anticipate.  With enough playtime in the sandbox of conscious manifestation, however, one begins to learn the terrain.  Often, even what is completely tragic and unexpected brings about gifts that are inexpressible, unexplainable, and forever mysterious.  What separates self lovers from self haters in this realm is, among other things, the rate of recovery and the willingness to let go.

At this point I pride myself with laser clarity about what I am desiring, and eagle eyes that spot the seemingly chaotic signs along the way for what they are.  Pits and blows that could easily be mistaken for failure by a neophyte are welcomed.  

The ability to love myself is now one of my super powers, not to be mistaken for fluff. It is what enables me to love others with outrageous authenticity, to see life from a myriad of gorgeous angles, and to live my unique full potential.  Super powered self love makes recovering from devastating interludes like a cup of coffee on a sunlit deck in springtime and another french kiss in the ecstasy that is life.

~Oceana LeBlanc is a women’s empowerment coach, tantric yogini, and shaman

http://www.goddessoceana.com


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