Seek the Higher Vibration: What Frequency are You Tuned Into?

Hey y’all, Day 19 of the anti-viral vlogs, which have helped me calm myself, sit deeper in my spiritual and meditation practices and just be. I am so grateful to be meditating daily, which has been my goal for a while, but I was always too busy, too lazy, too many excuses to list.

I’ve also been doing more things that bring me joy and keep me on a higher vibration. I really do believe the universe is a big radio and our realities are shaped by what station we’re tuned into. Is that frequency full of bad news and fear, or peace and compassion? We get to choose.

No matter how bad things are in my life, I’ve always tapped into my spirit and prayers to get me through. For me, creativity is the key to quelling the cacophony of crazy thoughts that run through my mind. Whether reading, writing or moving my furniture around, creativity gets me out of negativity and tunes me in to the present moment. It truly is called the “present moment” because it is a gift. But will you receive the gift or ignore it?

No secret — I LOVE to read. It takes me out of my current mindset and transports me to another land. I was inspired by this poem by Kristin Flyntz, “An Imagined Letter from Covid-19 to Humans.”

The power of words is life-changing — when you say them aloud, they take on a different resonance and higher vibration. So grab a cup of tea and listen while I do a reading of this poem, and I hope you connect to it, as well:

Take Action

1. Do something creative, y’all. It will get you out of a funk. Only you know what creative stuff gets your wheels turning, so get it, boo.

2. Tune out the bad news and limit what you’re consuming throughout the day. I only check in to a few reputable sources and one Facebook group daily. Digital marketing expert Julie Christine Stoian has this private group called “We’re In This Together.”

If you request to be added and are nice about it, maybe she’ll let you in. I love it because it is fact-based and supportive. There is no conjecture, clutter and it’s not jammed with fear-mongering content.

3. Read today’s poem to yourself, to your friends, to the kiddos… or do something positive to pull you into peace.

4. OK, if you need an extra nudge, here’s Caroline Myss’ Facebook page. She is one of my favorite spiritual teachers and is offering her video thoughts on COVID-19.

5. Here’s the full transcript of Kristin Flyntz’s poem, “An Imagined Letter from Covid-19 to Humans.” I invite you to read it aloud when you’re feeling a lower vibrational fear.

Stop. Just stop. It is no longer a request. It is a mandate. We will help you.

We will bring the supersonic, high speed merry-go-round to a halt. We will stop the planes, the trains, the schools, the malls, the meetings, the frenetic, furied rush of illusions and “obligations” that keep you from hearing our single and shared beating heart, the way we breathe together, in unison. Our obligation is to each other, As it has always been, even if, even though, you have forgotten.

We will interrupt this broadcast, the endless cacophonous broadcast of divisions and distractions, to bring you this long-breaking news: We are not well. None of us; all of us are suffering. Last year, the firestorms that scorched the lungs of the earth did not give you pause. Nor the typhoons in Africa, China, Japan. Nor the fevered climates in Japan and India. You have not been listening. It is hard to listen when you are so busy all the time, hustling to uphold the comforts and conveniences that scaffold your lives. But the foundation is giving way, buckling under the weight of your needs and desires. We will help you. We will bring the firestorms to your body, We will bring the fever to your body, We will bring the burning, searing, and flooding to your lungs that you might hear: We are not well.

Despite what you might think or feel, we are not the enemy. We are Messenger. We are Ally. We are a balancing force. We are asking you: To stop, to be still, to listen; To move beyond your individual concerns and consider the concerns of all; To be with your ignorance, to find your humility, to relinquish your thinking minds and travel deep into the mind of the heart; To look up into the sky, streaked with fewer planes, and see it, to notice its condition: clear, smoky, smoggy, rainy? How much do you need it to be healthy so that you may also be healthy? To look at a tree, and see it, to notice its condition: how does its health contribute to the health of the sky, to the air you need to be healthy? To visit a river, and see it, to notice its condition: clear, clean, murky, polluted? How much do you need it to be healthy so that you may also be healthy? How does its health contribute to the health of the tree, who contributes to the health of the sky, so that you may also be healthy?

Many are afraid now. Do not demonize your fear, and also, do not let it rule you. Instead, let it speak to you — in your stillness, listen for its wisdom. What might it be telling you about what is at work, at issue, at risk, beyond the threats of personal inconvenience and illness? As the health of a tree, a river, the sky tells you about the quality of your own health, what might the quality of your health tell you about the health of the rivers, the trees, the sky, and all of us who share this planet with you?

Stop. Notice if you are resisting. Notice what you are resisting. Ask why.

Stop. Just stop. Be still. Listen. Ask us what we might teach you about illness and healing, about what might be required so that all may be well. We will help you, if you listen.

This poem encapsulated everything I’ve been feeling about Mother Nature putting us on a timeout. I just wonder if you, me, we will listen and live differently when this is all over.

Hope you’re choosing a higher vibrational thought whenever a fear-based thought comes through. Let’s tune into super-positive stations as much as we can.

Peace and love be with you,
Toan

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