Lots of good things today…

Sun setting where it’s supposed to.

I see such...

I see such courage.
I see such overcoming.
I see such confidence.
I see such progress.
I see such change.
I see such growth.
I see such fortitude.
I see such positive energy.
I see such possibilities.
I see such wonder.
I see such joy.
I see such splendour.
I see such delight.
I see such beauty.
I see such peace.
I see such talent.
I see such creativity.
I see such inspirations.
I see such laughter.
I see such fun.
I see such integrity.
I see such abundance.
I see such appreciation.

The Helpers

Your biggest helpers on your healing journey are those people who trigger your negative emotions the most. So, clean up everything you feel about Trump, Trudeau, Satan, your ex, your mother-in-law, your sibling, your most difficult child, your co-worker, your narcissist, or whoever drives you crazy!! They provide your biggest clues and your biggest gifts.

Get to meh. Get to neutral. Get to hearing them as Charlie Brown’s teacher. And hello!!! Have you ever grown! What an accomplishment!! What empowerment!! What freedom!!

Someone You're Not

Do you ever feel that other people want you to be someone whom you are not?

They want you to believe what they believe.

They want you to think what they think.

They want you to feel what they feel.

And if you don’t, they label you, ridicule you, and perhaps even express dislike, disgust, or disdain for you.

What do you do?

Do you change yourself to please others?

Do you try to believe like them to fit in?

Do you try to be what they expect you to be?

Do you be someone whom you are not?

Do you keep silent?

Do you keep everything inside you?

Do you try to walk a thin line, playing both sides?

Do you take the risks of speaking your truth?

If you were to look back on it, what would you be glad to have done?

I don’t have the answers.

Except that you cannot please anyone outside yourself.

You cannot know who will be offended or hurt.

Especially when there is limited communication.

You can’t foretell how others react.

Even so, everyone is responsible for our own emotions and reactions.

It’s never about the other person.

I think it’s okay to just choose the path that feels better.

The one with least trouble.

What is worth it to me?

If I am not me, I attract other people who are not themselves either.

And then we have nothing truthful to base a friendship on.

I tend to think that the more I am myself, the more I fulfill my purpose on earth.

I think it feels best to be authentic.

To be myself.

And then I attract my kindred spirits.

My people.

I attract people who share and delight in the things that excite us both.

We have a real-ness.

A foundation.

It is also quite freeing to be who you are.

It’s funny that this is even an option.

But a lot of people are not living true to themselves.

That can be painful.

It is hard to let go of others’ expectations and get out of their box for you.

But sometimes becoming free means you get to breathe again.

A breath of fresh air.

A new life.

A taste of freedom.

How can someone love the real you, if you don’t show them who you are?

Begin by discovering who you are.

And loving who you are.

And accepting who you are.

And you will experience true love.

Unconditional love.

Coronavirus

Get ready for a whole new world!! ❤️ 🌎 ❤️ It will never be the same. It will be better. But thriving in your zone will depend on how willing you are to grow.

Some choose to live from joy to joy, and their growth is easy and flowing. Others seem to need to shake up their belief systems to prepare for this new future. The shift is real!

Questioning can be fun and inspiring. 😊 But it can also be very uncomfortable. 😢 Either way, it creates massive growth and change.

If you are caught in fear and confusion, begin to truly question.

Question.

Question.

Question.

Question the numbers.

Question unreliable data.

Question old dogma.

Question virus theory.

Question the tests.

Question the assumption that the rise of antibodies is evidence of a virus.

Question PCR tests.

Question contagion.

Question the notion of so-called carriers and people with no symptoms.

Question the false positives. And why recovered patients test negative and then can test positive.

Question assumptions.

Question blind trust.

Question fear.

Question the narrative.
Notice cracks.

Question the “media”.
Notice fear and panic instigation.

Question the “experts”.
Notice manipulation.

Question the “science”.
Notice inconsistencies.

Google “what is the third leading cause of death in the United States”.

Question who profits.
With fame or fortune.
Follow the money.

Question fear mongers.

Question those who say they want to save us, but say, on record, that they want population control.

Question what you think are the causes of illness and disease.

Examine your family’s physical and mental health history. Take note of what unexpected, uncomfortable emotional event happened (or got resolved) right before each illness began.

Question GNM.

Understand the reasons behind a second wave. And all the additional illnesses that will occur.

Question vaccines.

Question your own thoughts.

Question what you’ve always thought to be true.

Question religion.

Question what you’ve always known.

Question beliefs passed down from generation to generation.

Question how it’s always been done.

Question politicians.

Question government.

Question the system.

Question who you thought you could trust.

Question your whys.

Question why you believe what you believe.

Question why you want what you think you want.

Question everything.

This all can be very painful and very confusing. I compare it to going through hell.

But eventually you will get more clarity. And you will get closer to who you really are. And why you are here.

Or, skip all that, and live, love and laugh your way to a state of joy. 😍 Look for what is pleasing, pleasant and satisfying. Follow the joy!! ❤️❤️❤️

And He Grew...

One day, a little girl skipped into her family’s garden, carrying a packet of seeds. She tore it open and pushed the little seeds in the earth. Plop. Plop. Plop.

One of the little seeds realized he was now alone. He was scared. He didn’t know what had happened. He thought this was the end. He thought he was going to slowly die, buried alive.

Days passed – some sunny and some rainy, but he could only feel darkness.

Then, just when the despair was almost more than he could bear, he broke open. This new raw pain was even more excruciating. He was being forced to change. He didn’t understand what was happening and just wanted it all to end.

He continued being pushed by some unseen force, and he grew. He was still alone. He was still confused. And it was still dark.

Then one day, he broke through the surface, and the light drew him to itself. He did not know that the light had been calling him all along. It was bright. He began to see. But he still did not understand.

He caught glimpses of the little girl at play. He remembered her voice. But she did not see him. He continued to grow and change, not knowing why he was alive. He began to see outside himself and could see others, like him, reaching for the sun. Leaning to the east in the morning, to the west every evening and silently meditating at night.

Then, at the end of the season, the young girl bounded into the garden. She expressed delight, and said, “What a lovely little flower!” She reached down, picked the flower, and gently placed it in her basket where it lay nestled with the most beautiful flowers imaginable.

She happily drove away with her family to a peaceful place where they joined other people who were excitedly celebrating. The event was clearly very important and very joyous. He overheard her name – Flower Girl.

And as he watched and smiled with the others, he realized he had been chosen to be a special part of something bigger. A most beautiful little flower in a most beautiful love story. And he was grateful to have lived. And thankful to know why he had been created. And it was worth it. And he was worth it. And it was beautiful.

CarolChristina.com

I wrote this story for a friend of mine who passed away shortly afterward in a motorcycle accident. (Photo of my youngest child.)

The Hell of Cognitive Dissonance

I have a knowing that I've been made for such times as this. I will be helping many, many people. There is so much to see beyond the veil. Some of it you don't want to know. Impossible to believe. But there is always a picture bigger than the one we think we see.

As you know, the world has changed. Fear and denial are normal reactions when we begin the shift out of our comfort zone. Negative emotions and grasping for control can run rampant. It's all about reaching for the next best feeling.

In my past, I have certainly experienced cognitive dissonance. I have had strongly held faith, beliefs and understandings shatter into a million little pieces. At the same time, I had a knowing that, in order to heal, I had to change some core beliefs. I sure didn't want to. I wanted my beliefs to be true. To be right. The best word to describe that transition is hell. We decide how long to stay there. Raising our vibration and moving beyond fear is the next step. And seeing that even in this very moment, all is well. It really is.

There will be great cognitive dissonance for those who choose to grow and change through this. It hurts so much. Terror and agony aren't too mild of words for this metamorphosis. But the future has highs that will go higher than the lows ever went low. And it's helpful to keep in mind that we came for the adventure. Nobody wants to read a book or watch a movie that has no adventure. But we also like a happy ending. So let's write one.

Keep note of my website and phone number in order to stay in communication with me. carolchristina.com

"Are you ready? Okay. Let's roll."

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Happy Single Parent Day!

I have been a single mother for about eight years (really thirteen years if I include the time that the other parent worked away.)

I never expected or wanted to be a single mother. Even though it was forced on me, it was a decision I should have made myself long before. It ended up being the best for us. Daily life has been much easier and happier as a single parent family than it ever was while in that specific marriage. 

Once the shock settled in, it took some time freeing myself from the fear, pain, trauma and stigma caused by my strongly held beliefs about separation, divorce, and "broken" families. Beliefs and stereotypes about what is "best" for children, parents, society, and the world. Beliefs rooted in traditional, religious, cultural, family and economic systems. I had believed all those labels, statistics, negative associations and projected poor outcomes of single parent homes. But to my relief, and in my reality, I found they were simply not true.

I have different definitions now. I have different opinions about what really defines a family. And it may or may not be blood. Even the cliché, "Children NEED a father and a mother"? Not true. ALL children can thrive. Parented or orphaned. With both parents, with a single parent, with a grandparent, with a relative, with a foster parent, with a gay parent, with an adoptive parent, with LOVE. A single parent can also thrive.

Whether married or single, I wanted the best for my children. And I knew that in order to do the best for them, I had to take care of ME. I began the journey toward empowerment and that meant to let go of being a victim.

I have a different family now. It is not broken. My children do not come from a broken home. Our family is FIXED. It is stronger and peaceful. We are thriving. And all is well.

If you need help untangling a messy old painful belief system. If you need to recover from old relationships. If you need relief from suffering, and you are ready to let go of being a victim. If you want to stop using addictive things to numb your pain. Contact me. I use the most amazing techniques EVER to do these very things. Set yourself free. ❤️

Carol Christina

RIP Kenny Rogers

🎶🎶 A few weeks ago, when we were singing along with The Gambler, I was telling my daughter about Kenny Rogers and that another era would soon be gone. I didn’t know how magnified that change would be. And in an even more dramatic context. But here we are.

On a massive scale, the internet (especially Facebook) brings forth collective sorrow and collective rejoicing. In truth, what it does, is actually solely about the individual. Although it seems like we are feeling emotions in regard to events outside of us, we are actually being triggered within ourselves.

Feeling sorrow after being triggered by a celebrity death is of no less value than sad feelings resulting from the death of a person we know. And vice versa. People AND emotional reactions are of equal importance and value. To some, it is just a celebrity – a person we don’t know. But to others, another death just hammers home the pain of a prior loss yet again. Or it can create a fear of loss in an individual. We don’t know how deeply a person has been triggered. Any loss can cause people to relive other losses or fear of loss. That is life. And death.

In the midst of grief, we can acknowledge that the contrast is what leads to expansion. We can reach for truth and peace, beyond negative emotions. We can focus on the good and happy in our reality. So remember to laugh. Remember to smile. Remember to sing. And remember to think about things that make you happy. And life will become brighter again. And soon, you will be rejoicing with the masses. And that is a very good thing. ❤️