Day 145: Three R’s of Self-Betterment

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Perceiving myself as less than perfect and in need of much self-improvement, I questioned my ability as spiritual being. This is the response I received in prayer.  I offer this as yet another example of philosophical prose. Much Love, Sam.

The Three R’s of Self-Betterment

Some key points to remember: You are not expected to be perfect or take the path to perfection. You are not expected to do anything except to follow your higher self and your calling. There is no rule book or guidelines, or anyone standing on the sidelines hollering at you about what you shall, should, or should not do. This is the ego’s way of longing for perfection because “he” is blinded, this ego, in seeing you are already perfect in Source’s eyes.

There is not striving or driving toward perfection, only the careful awakening and harnessing of what is already whole and pure inside of you. There is not road to travel or path to take that leads in the “right” direction. Decisions are important to the extent you want the advancement of learning, in the relative limitations of time. Advancement is not necessary and not a “real” thing. You are already advanced in your thinking and doing. Only you have lost the key to recollection. Remembering and returning are thus much more vital and a necessity in comparison to advancement. However, even these two ideals, of remembering and returning are shadow existences, neither is necessary or required.

There are no rules, regulations, specifics or guidelines we can offer without blacking out the whole substance of who we are, how we exist, beyond these circumscribed restrictions. We can concede to reminders and memories, these we can do, but this is a fine line. There is not telling a soul how to be, when she or he is already shaped in perfection and wholeness. There is not telling a tree how to grow. We can nurture with sun, rain, love, weather, substance, and the like; these are beneficial. And thus, we nurture you in the same format. As bystanders providing from nature and space, from matter and substance, from the invisible life energy, what is needed for your growth.

Think of yourself as the oak tree. Do not question if your branches are thicker or mightier than that of a neighboring oak; do not question if you have what it takes within you to provide shade and shelter, to nurture the soil by digging your roots through the earth and dropping your leaves and twigs, by inviting natures’ creatures to bathe and strive beneath where you grow. Do not question when you will be tall enough to provide adequate shelter, adequate “goodness.” You are merely a tree set down to grow. Focus on nothing more than the growing, and in this you need not focus either. Because, as a tree grows with proper nourishment and adequate environment, as shall you grow.

And what about the trees that burn in the flames, the trees that are cut down in what is perceived as greed, or trees that no longer live in the same form but serve as structures? These survive in other form. There position and shape shifts, yet the essence remains. In this you have in common much. You shall shift shapes and positions, alter locations, thoughts, ideals, understandings, and yet the essence of you shall remain. And in this essence is pureness. You have little control of the way you will shift. Much less control than the ego would like to think. This disturbs some mentally, even emotionally, perhaps physically, but not spiritually in the true sense. Spiritually we each understand the shifting dynamics of the ever-changing universe surrounding us and within us. The stars transform. Once here, now gone. The universe expands, shapes remain in constant transformation. You are no less than the starts. You expand, shift, and remain in constant transformation.

Stagnation is only an illusion. Even in stagnant moments, these perceived times in the human life cycle where things appear to be stuck, not changing, not progressing at the speed required and insisted by the ego-centered mind, so much is changing. There is change in not moving, in not deciding, in simply being and processing the slowness of the change. You are like the bird in the egg during these times, receiving the nourishment needed in the concealment of an encasement of love. You are warmed by the universal spirit, never once left unattended. And in this encasement you are growing. To wish to crack the egg open, to come out fully grown and mature is a missed-understanding. Missed in the sense you have not yet seen the flash of enlightenment that explains this. Nothing is misunderstood, everything is miss-understood—simply missed as you stood under the essence and were not yet ready to grasp the concept. Nothing is explained or revealed or given to you before your soul is ready to receive. Everything is already answered and explained; the only barrier to understanding is your soul’s readiness. And in this way there is really no barrier at all, only a readiness.

So, at this, we will add to remembering and returning, the real existing ideal of readiness.

These are truly the 3 R’s: Remember, Return and Readiness. Erase from your jargon these words of perfection, improvement, role-model, and especially idealizing. You are no less perfect and equally no more greater than the man naked, dirty and crazed hiding beneath a bush. He is nurturing the world, this man, as much as the oak, only in ways society, that is most in society, have yet to see.

Lessons are certain, but we speak not of lessons now. We speak of this human need for perfection. Turn this to wholeness. Turn this to returning. To rediscovering. To remembering. To dancing in the light of your own being and essence. Beware those that dance in your light and lift you on high. Beware those equally that require you must dance in their light to feel loved. You require no such light. Not the self-serving light of blasphemy, neither the inward longing light of neediness. You require no such things. Only self, faith and love. The rest are non-existence. Whatever word you miss, be certain this a word for your self-betterment.

Here we linger on self-betterment. For what is betterment? Is this not another form of judgment and requirement, a hurdle and stride towards perfection? See, the words that remain close, that of self-betterment and self-improvement; (in the dictionary one leads to the other); though on close examination they are divided. To insist on improvement is to indicate imperfection. You improve a nose that is too big—indicating a flaw. You improve a house that is broken—indicating a weakness. You improve your aptitude, mental agility—indicating a need to move from ignorance to less ignorance. These all point back to a negative connotation, a false perception, that is then turned inward to false perception of self.

Better to use the word betterment. Not as the opposite of worse, but as the increasement of already solid, established, pure and “good.” Betterment is a powerful world. The sound is healing and sings to the soul. Compare this to the sound of “improvement,” the vibrations themselves digging into the being in search of unfounded flaws. Betterment is like a bell that rings out truth. You are working/learning towards a place of betterment. Where things are better; not improved—for there is nothing flawed, weak or ignorant about where you stand now—yet, there is a need for betterment, to feel better, to love better, to rejoice better. We need not improve these things of improvement that indicate a scale, in which you judge by number when this goal has been reached. When is it that I feel completely? When is it that I feel completely loved? When is it I rejoice effortlessly? At what number on the scale? There is no number to apply. My ten is different from your understanding of ten. Our minds perceive two entirely different understandings of numbers, and of the substance behind the number. How can I compare two experiences with numbers? This boggles the mind, no? Or perhaps not.

What is the ringing bells of betterment? Betterment is to take something that is already perfect and whole, but to open the eyes of this object this person to witness its own beauty. Betterment can be compared to the decorating of a Douglas Fir tree. The tree already perfected in nature is adorned in beauty. Betterment can be compared to adding one more blanket to a sleeping baby. The baby, perfected by nature, is now provided comfort by the mere adding of one more blanket. This is the process of betterment, to take what already exists and add to it, not to take something and fix it, destroy or break apart in order to rebuild and repair. There is not destruction in betterment. Only your word of improvement implies the need to break apart before rebuilding. This is why the word hurts you to hear.

(Here we examine the dictionary together.)

To make better is to excel or surpass. To grow better. It is synonyms to amend and compared to well. Make Better indicates superior of manner and a higher degree.

In comparison to improve is to make better a quality or condition. To increase in value. To become better. Though also synonyms with amend, involving the words to improve with amends indicates that the amends is required because of the quality or condition of the circumstance or person. Improvement requires something that is better than something that was previous. This previous is inherently thus so flawed or imperfect. Improvement indicates change and advancement—a hierarchy, a scale, a moving up beyond oneself or present condition to an advancement in position, emotional state, mentality, or physical aptitude. There is a living opposite to improvement, ever-present, for improvement cannot exist without something inferior that needs improvement.

There is no ever-present opposite to betterment. There is nothing that exists that requires betterment. Betterment implies things are already enough, though improvement of sorts (as they are so close in meaning) could bring growth, excellence, amends, and wellness. When we get better from a cold—we return to wellness. When we say things are for the better—this implies for the participants greater good. When we say he is better off—we imply because this event happened he escaped hindrances or hurts. Better implies a return, a return to balance and equilibrium. When betterment is spoken the mind does not immediately dissect what is a condition requiring improvement. When betterment is spoken the mind visualizes enhancement and improvement of what is already owned, true and of value. Get better soon implies a return to wholeness, to the equilibrium balanced state in which the individual began. Improve soon—serves not the same in intention. It is better to have loved…better exists in words of poetry.  You better not do that—this implies a warning to keep a person from circumstances that might cause some sort of harm.

The suffix –ment can be seen as a concrete result, the instrument or means, the process or action, the quality or condition.  Thus betterment is the concrete result, means or process of excelling and surpassing circumstances, in order grow better, make amends and view the being as well. Betterment includes superior of manner and a higher degree—this indicates the superior of manner and higher degree of ability one can view herself, her essence, her soul’s blueprint, the meaning of existence, the ways in which to bring your message to the world.

When the mind returns to evaluate life, what has processed, what has transpired, how one has grown and change, it is beneficial to view the journey as a betterment, for nothing about you was lesser before; only now you have gained a higher degree of understanding.

So when you ask me, Dear one, if you need to improve in order to assist others, I shout an adamant No! For you are already improved—you are already perfected. Continue your search to wholeness, to connecting the perfect part of yourself to the universe, to the collective, to your inner guidance and angels—betterment in the searching of what is already perfect, the connecting of pieces of perfection to make a union of wholeness. There is no improvement seen or understood. For it does not exist. Everything has come before; in what is past is neither perfection of imperfection, but simply the nurturing soil in which you are able to dig in your roots and in turn provide nurturing to the world. So go out thus and do not make yourself better—for you are better. But seek betterment, the enlightened state of reconnection, or remembering, return and readiness. When you reconnect, you shall remember. When you remember, you shall return. And in returning you shall be ready to reconnect, remember and return, again and again.  This is the cycle of life: nothing broken, nothing repaired, only the enlightenment of what exists but remains invisible for a flicker in time.

Sam Craft’s photos
Washington, USA

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His Call

The new theme for my life, I have decided, is breaking free. Breaking free of rigid restrictions I set upon myself. Breaking free of old tapes that replay messages that no longer serve a purpose in my growth. Breaking free of the box I put myself into in order to avoid living and feeling. Breaking free of fear. And breaking free of secrets.

Today I decided to break free of this idea that I can only post once a day. I notice that us poets sometimes need to post more. It’s our hearts, I gather, exploding with passion and angst, and this surging creativity that seemingly is rebirthed daily.

Sometimes I wait until the magic hour of midnight to post; just so I can post twice in a day, but I don’t really count that as posting twice. Turns out I’m about twelve days ahead of myself…my blog is living in the future.  And I kind of wonder how I will catch up. Wonder what Sam is doing ahead of me.

I’m quite tired of living by structure and rules, especially my own. Tired of routine, expectations, and people-pleasing. Realizing I want to please myself—to honor my desires, wants, and dreams. And thusly, I’m posting again. And breaking free.

His Call

Mountain morning dove

Set upon the pearly staircase

Wrapped within the valley blue

Draped in lace and contemplation

The white of one split two

Hears echoing

From peak

The nightingale’s beckon

Stronger than the cry of river falls

Lighter than the foe of painter’s black

The vibration of symphony devoured

Within the deepest depths

Phoenix-fire ignited

Rebirthed as starlit sky

Beyond the endless cage

Scooped longingly within engulfing embrace

Merging feathers

Churned milky-honey

 A blended sweetness

To soar within

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My ten-year-old son just handed me this sweet story he wrote.

Bunny

Turtle loved to play with his buddy fish. But one day a stranger came up to them while they were playing splash. “Hi. My name is Bunny can I play, too?”

“Yea. You can play.”

They were all playing but when they started to play under the water hide-and-go-seek, Bunny couldn’t breathe. Bunny asked if he could play another game.

“Can we play a different game?” he asked.

“No. We can’t. We like to play this game.”

Bunny came home that day very sad. His mom asked what was the matter. “Well, I was playing with some kids and they were playing a game I can’t play. So I asked it we could play a different game and they said, ‘no.'”

“Well, that wasn’t the nice thing to do,” his mom said.

“What’s nice, Mommy?”

“Well nice is being kind and caring and being polite.”

“Oh. Okay, But what do I do about it?”

“Find new friends that are nice to you. Okay?”

The next morning the bunny was hopping around and found the squirrel. “Hi. Want to play?”

“Yes. Let’s play!”

And they did, all day long.

When bunny got home, he was so happy.

His mom asked him, “Where were you?”

“Playing with squirrel!”

“Great. You found a new friend.”

“Yes. And he’s cool. Thank you, Mom.”

~ Robert C 2012

Thanks for being my new friend and being so flippin cool ~ Sam 🙂

Day 136: I am Beauty. I am Beast.

Photo on 2012-05-31 at 09.30

I talk to my higher power a lot. All day really. I talk to my angels, Jesus, nature, God, my guardians of light, people who have passed on. And I continually examine my mind, my thoughts, my actions—all the time. I don’t know how to breathe without focusing on the light, on my journey, on my life’s calling.

But I am human. I falter. I stumble. I become fixated and obsessed. I worry. I forget. I forget my purpose and the gifts I carry.

Then the guilt comes. The analysis. The fret and worry. And I am engulfed in should and should nots. How I could be better, more perfect, less human. My mind spins in review of all the reasons I am not enough. All the sources I turn to instead of light—the things, the people. I make validation my idol. I make love of self my goal. I forget why I am here. I forget to release expectations. I forget I am love. I am perfection. I am pure light.

My gift is in my message. In my story. In my words. In my ability to share my truth from the depths of me.

But I forget.

Sometimes I realize that I am writing for my own interest.

Sometimes I write only to be heard or seen by one special person, a friend, a lover.

Sometimes I write in hopes of discovery.

Sometimes I write so someone, anyone, will take note.

Sometimes I write to count the number of like buttons hit on my blog.

Sometimes I write in hopes of the perfect comment from a reader.

Sometimes I write because if I do not I will absolutely explode.

I think of these reasons. And I weep.

I think these are wrong. I think I am wrong.

I cry and beg for forgiveness. For forgiveness for being human.

I plea to be led back to source. For release from my selfish ways.

I weep and weep.

I beat myself up.

My light dims.

Until spirit gently answers.

Like he always does.

In the kindest of ways.

In the form of a gift sent by a distant friend.

A box

that opens

To bubble wrap

Filled with

A mini-zoo of  plastic animals

Each animal with a small uplifting handwritten note attached

Like the rhino ~ stamina, solidity, a creature of substance and expansive power.

Each with a special message for my spirit

Like the Polar Bear ~ The embodiment of the spirit of the north–one who holds ancient wisdom and shamanic powers.

I hold each animal and weep

And then at the very bottom of the box

Find a Beauty and the Beast CD

And I cry harder

In the knowing

Spirit is with me

In knowing I am enough

That I am beauty despite the beast

And beast despite the beauty

That I am courageous

A source of light

Walking in divine timing

Blessed in grace

This Beauty

This Beast

Both equally powerful in message and truth

And I weep again

For I am

And will always be

Nothing Less

Than Perfect

Thank you my dear precious friend

Thank you dear precious spirit

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Day 132: In Short

Here are my favorite shorts I have written. I invite you to choose. 

Day 12: Short piece about being me.  Behind the Curtain 

Day 16: Short story about a friendship. The Bus Stop

Day 20: Philosophical prose.   The Wounded Healer

Day 34: A bitter-sweet short.  A Lonely, Heart-Broken Pillow

Day 45: A short fictional rhyming story. The Land of Grand: A Story of Hope 

Day 58: Predicting the future. Angel and Mary

In Short

Since I started blogging everyday

I have noticed that what matters in life

View from my balcony a few days ago. Sigh.

Is readily available

Lake where I walk

And this realization

Love

Helps me to forget about

Yes, this is my bed!

What I used to think mattered.

sam

Day 121: Violet in the Morning

(Teacher says: Music I posted in comment section is a must to play while reading.)
 This is Violet in the Morning. My little Labradoodle. I also call her Spastic Colon, but I thought the title Spastic Colon in the Morning might give you the wrong idea.  I am carrying her in my arms in this photo. That is my scarf. And, yes, those are her very sad eyes. This is my first time taking a camera on a walk since I moved to Washington. Violet was initially very excited to walk. She showed me this by jumping up and down about three feet off the ground and wrestling with her leash. But once we were outside the front door, she didn’t seem too happy. She was tugging, and pulling, and shivering. I thought she must be cold and said, “You’re a dog. Toughen up!” And I giggled. Because giggling in the morning is fun.
This is my tree. I call him Fred or Sheldon. I can’t decide. He doesn’t care, because trees will go by any name, as long as you hug them. 
When I passed this tree Violet was still shaking. A few blocks later and she was pulling back on her leash. Being the logical gal I am, I thought to myself, “Hmmmm. Maybe she senses danger. Like a mountain lion or wild leash-free dog.” I was still a bit clueless and exaggerating events in my mind.
About the time I reached this stump, I leaned down and soothed Violet with gentle pats, and reassured her she had a fur coat to keep her warm and that there was no pending danger.
This crow was watching us outside the lama barn. We kept walking, Violet shivering and tugging, and me clicking away happily.
Flowers by my home
 Early Morning Mist. Can’t beat this calming scene.
 One of my favorite properties. They have outdoor weddings here sometimes.
About the time I captured these ducks flying overhead, and was thinking I wish I had an audio recorder to capture all the bird sounds, I realized poor Violet wasn’t cold or scared. In fact, she was having a doggy seizure! This wasn’t her first. So I scooped her up and held her. And I continued the walk with her in my arms.
I have a friend who I promised to carry in my thoughts today. So as I carried my doggy, I imagined I was carrying the person’s burdens. This worked for quite sometime.
This scene caught my eye. The two friends, the dog being held, but then I noticed the broken leg. Made me wonder a bit about things.
Me wondering about life.
 Fake seagull in ivy
 Neighbor’s yard
 
 Fish atop a mailbox
 Hidden School Bus
Old Bus Stop

 Here comes the sun
 
I had to keep setting Violet down because my neck and back were aching something terrible. She was sweet. Just sat there and smiled up at me.
Interestingly, this was the least violent seizure she has had.
Here are photos of my favorite part of the walk. To me, this is one of the loveliest places in the whole world. I carried Violet most of the way. First down the hill and then back up, sometimes in a cradled position and sometimes like a baby slung over my shoulder. She shivered. But with every step I took with her, she calmed more down. I kept my friend in my mind.  It was a very enlightening experience. Especially considering my sensory issues of having dog breath in my face and my physical issues of having difficulty lifting things. I was quite happy and pleased with the way the walk turned out. I reflected on the way life is—how we never know what to expect—and that sometimes it is best to just make the best of things. And so we walked on.
Do you see that little blue light? I like that very much.
 Green, green, green!
 Love this
 What a lovely tree
 Pure Bliss
 Looking up and smiling
 My favorite road
 A little red
 More of my favorite road
 And then comes the water
 Just heavenly
 More lovely nature
See how small the people are and how tall the trees are?
Swings! Lisa, do you see the swings?
Violet felt better after I carried her for about forty-five minutes.
And I leave you with my favorite trees. I call them the Humping Trees. Can you see why? I love when nature makes me giggle.