Beauty

As my very dear friend and image consultant, Dora-Luz, reminded me through her eloquence ‘the beauty resides within each person.  The outside is an illusion that can change depending on how you want to express yourself at the moment.’  For example, do I want to let the sexy goddess be revealed or the sweet PTA mom?  Sometimes I even choose to combine them.

Some have referred to me as beautiful, others as fine or hot.  Even as I come to accept those as truths, I see the beauty that resides within each person, typically as easily as I see their own unique divinity.  Perhaps those are one in the same. I thought I recently heard someone think, ‘how could someone so hot being doing this healing work?‘ (side note - - of course, that could have been my imagination. But through various confirmations, I also know it is true that I am communicating telepathically more and more so maybe it wasn’t my imagination. In my reality, it doesn’t matter.)  I pray that thoughts such as those, imagined or not, do not bloat my ego or get in the way of the beautiful healing work I enjoy so much.  What one looks like...‘beautiful’ or ‘ugly’ or whatever has no bearing on what they can or cannot do; should or shouldn’t be doing.  I am also appreciative to feel somewhat protected from someone who would think such thoughts that could get in the way of this work.

I also pray that I stay genuine in knowing that the true beauty always comes from the inside out.  In the rare moments that I have accepted the outside beauty over the inside, life got very ugly for me and those around me.  People who had wanted to be around me because I had been helping them to feel better about their own lives through sharing what I term as God’s love with them; ended up feeling repelled by my own sense of momentary vanity and utter selfishness.  These are sad memories for me that include both men and women.  Thank God those moments are less extreme than ten years ago and hopefully they will be less and less with time until they are completely dissipated.  It is much better to attract and share God’s love with others than to repel with an unjustified and over-bloated sense of self.

I find that I am now on a quest to balance the new selfishness that is selflessness.  Taking care of myself as well I can to in turn take care of others better, in a way that is healthier and more well-adjusted for me and anyone that is part of my of life. It is with heart-felt gratitude that my life is surrounded by people who love me and who are so sharing and caring in helping to nurture this.  Yet it is a fine balancing act.  One to be tended to with care and prayer.

By Tonya Tyler

What Would it Have Been Like to Be Tony Hayward?

  During the gulf’s oil spill there was obviously a lot of blame and finger pointing.  I believe investigations continue to this day.  The easiest target at the time, of course, was the person at the top, former CEO of BP, Tony Hayward.  Now, could he have really been responsible for the entire thing?  Of course not.  

  Imagine our thoughts are things for a moment.  Imagine they are being sent out venturing to other places, spaces and people.  How many people do you think were sending Tony Hayward hateful, negative, blaming thoughts?  Imagine for a moment that we are all ONE, what must that have been like to be that part of the ONE? I would imagine that it would have kind of sucked.  Yet, perhaps it brought him a dose of needed humility and will ultimately provide him with strength to be a better and stronger leader.  I don’t know Tony, this is all speculation , but I would imagine that to reach the level of CEO of a company as large as BP, one would have to be a strong leader.  One thing is for sure, someone had to be in that position, and I for one am so grateful that it was him and not me or any of my loved ones.  I am not even interested in attempting to imagine that.  The thought is too horrendous.  

I often use a modified version of Ho’oponopono (I think I need a new name for what I do), although there is a strong basis in forgiveness, it is my understanding that the first step is to take responsibility for everything that comes into your existence. Didn’t the oil spill come into the existence of just about every person on the planet?  Taking the theory of Ho’oponopono, which I’ve had interesting successes in using, means each one of us shared in a bit of the responsibility.  What was that?! Yes, I did say that....perhaps each of us shared in a bit of the responsibility of that mess!  If we looked at the symbology of a spill, what could it represent....a crying out maybe? An overall mess in the environment and world that needs cleaning? Maybe it’s even connected to a crying out regarding our economy.  What if it is representative of one or more of these (or even something else)....could it be that the people who complained the most were also those who were crying out and/or had the biggest messes to clean in their own lives.  I would venture to speculate that all of the negativity spewing out of people didn’t help in stopping the spewing oil in a timely manner.  Who’s to know?  Maybe I’m a little too airy fairy, and it was really just an accident caused by some human error or something.  But....I feel that is not the case.  How could something so large be caused by a small number of people?  Of course, in terms of appearance in our physical world one could definitely argue that case.  However, in terms of the non-physical, and in terms of the collective consciousness, I would contend that all of us have some responsibility for everything in our lives, large and small, impersonal and personal, whether it is what we like and it makes us feel good or do not like and makes us feel uncomfortable (perhaps even these ponderings).  

       I for one, sent Tony, agape love among other positive things.  How many others were with me in that?  I recruited a few at least for short time periods.  Some people found it more difficult than others.  If he sensed me, he probably thought I was an angel or something.  It matters not.  I did it because no person, regardless of what they’ve done in life, deserves to have that much spewing at them all at once, and more importantly, I felt called to do it!  I would imagine it must have been somewhat tortuous on the energetic and spirit level. I also used to imagine all of those negative thoughts being sent to the gulf being stepped on and squashed, allowing them to go back into the nothingness where they belong.  

  This leads me to contemplating the economy.  Imagine if everyone, including individuals, businesses, and government started to accept responsibility for their part in our economic demise.  I, for one, can certainly see how I participated.  This may seem like a far leap or some misguided logic, but in looking at businesses, it makes me wonder if giving a salary and maybe a bonus (as opposed to adding a small residual percentage) to the geniuses who invent things that turn into fortunes also plays a small part.  I met someone on a plane once who invented the adapter that plugs a USB into the wall for his company.  I wonder if he will feel one day, like the inventor of fast food breakfast, who said in a resentful tone, “If I only had a nickel for every sandwich sold.”  Maybe I’m imagining things, but it seems that the lack of sharing for profit sake and feeling of resentment could easily be one of MANY factors that have brought us to what many consider an economic recession and need for economic reform.  I for one, pray that any business I help to create, ultimately and fairly compensates all involved, from the concept to the end result, in order to prevent any of these hard feelings that I imagine benefits no one in the long run, not even the companies making the millions or more.  OK, some may argue this is my lack of business acumen.  I would argue it is a heartfelt love for humanity and that perhaps the more generous all of us are the better off all of us will be.     

  Once everyone takes more responsibility, all of us need to focus on what we want in order to achieve what is truly desired. Perhaps it will speed up the process for so many of us who are feeling delays in life right now.

These are the musing of a woman who can sometimes be considered mad and other times enlightened.  It is up to each person reading this to decide for themselves which to consider to be the writer of the moment for this article.  

I sort of feel like I could be getting paid for writing such things.  Any of you hiring someone for such ponderings?  If it could speed my accepting the financial abundance I have coming, so be it.  Blessings to each reader!

By Tonya Tyler

Tribute to Venus (The Bunny) And The Army

  Unfortunately Venus passed from this life to the next due to my son holding him and not setting him down when he started to squirm.  Venus squirmed out of Nicholas’ hands, hit his head on a box and died.  Nicholas was very sad and wanted Venus to be better.  He picked him up from the floor and set him on the bed.  That’s when he called me in for help.  
     I am so sad for Nicholas.  I was told by the bunny experts that little kids should not be holding bunnies, yet he often holds them better than I do and has even taught me how.  Was it partially my fault that Nicholas had to experience taking a life?  Shortly after Venus’ demise, I was holding Thunder (properly I thought), then he started squirming.  I got so scared and saw how easily it could have happened to me but didn’t.  Just the thought of being the one with the hands that caused the demise makes me cry.

  We had a short funeral service for Venus at my mother’s home.  Pop, as Nicholas refers to my step dad, dug the hole and placed Venus in it.  The four of us held hands while I spoke a few words that included, “Let us learn from this and let his spirit live on.”  Then Nicholas, Pop and I filled the hole with dirt together.

  Nicholas still feels really bad as he should, so do I.  However, I have to see the big picture and use it as a learning moment rather than a defining moment (or maybe it was both).  For as long as Nicholas could speak, he says he is going to be in the army.  We talk about the fact that you do not fight or kill another person unless it is absolutely necessary.  We had another talk about it a few mornings ago after talking about Venus.  

He says he knows that people in the army die and kill the bad guys.  I asked him who he thinks the bad guys think the bad guys are (make sense?).  He said, “Us.”  I asked him if he thought someone who had to kill another felt bad about it.  He said, “Yes.”  I said if that ever happens to him, he needs to have compassion for himself and for the families and loved ones of the person killed, but the person who is dead is still alive in spirit.  It is always better to help people stay alive as long as possible (if they want to).  If it is a defining moment; let it be in a way that helps you to be better.  So that person’s life wasn’t taken in vain.  It should not be used as a reason (or excuse) to not carry on and continue to be the best that you can be.

Hopefully by the time Nicholas is in the army they will truly only be carrying out peaceful and productive missions such as those that Jim Channon talks about, which doesn’t seem to include the need to kill.  What a beautiful day that will be!

Nicholas wants me to write for him that, “He loves that bunny.”  That makes me so happy because he didn't always get along with Venus as well as he does Thunder.  Love comes in many shapes and forms.

By Tonya Tyler

Thoughts on Death and Valuing Life

     I must admit this post and the next one are two I've debated to share publicly, even if on a small scale at the moment.  Wondering how people would take it, if it would be gentle enough, and debating if it's too private.  I have decided to trust that those who read it will have whatever experience they have with it, and it is their experience to have without my taking responsibility for how they respond to it.  Here it goes:

I heard someone think, “Why did she end it with death?” in regards to Taking on Hitler - Part 3.  Is there truly death?  We will always continue to live regardless of having the bodies we currently occupy and who knows in how many realms.  Knowing that our spirits continue to live has brought me more peace than sorrow at times of people passing.  My grandfather, for example, had such a blissfully enlightened experience his last couple of months in our physical realm I couldn’t cry (or mourn) for two years.  I was so filled with joy for him and, at that time, I wished everyone could experience death in such a beautiful way.  After reading the book Being With Dying, I no longer wish that for everyone, just those who want it!  Then there is Fred Nelsen, Retired Chief of the Fire Dept in Ontario, CA, he just recently passed away in his wife’s loving arms.  I would imagine that was a dream come true for him!  And, how beautiful!  What a fortunate man!  He is a great man and served well for that dream to occur.  All I can feel for him and from him is peace.  Understandably, his wife is very sad.  I feel compassion for her, but I know he is still with her.  He’s talked to me since passing, and I was honored to be able to pass the message on to her.  Can I prove it was him?  Of course not.  

Many of us....maybe all of us will be even more powerful and strong once in spirit form only.  Look at the master teacher Jesus.....regardless what many churches teach about him, he is definitely more powerful in death than in life.  Look at how many followers he has had and for how long.  Have any of you talked, or better yet, listened to him lately?  He is very wise indeed. It’s too bad so many misused the beautiful teachings he came to spread, which, in part, was to empower us to tap into our divine nature in order to perform even greater miracles than he did.  It takes a long time for a big idea like that to take form on a large scale.  Maybe we’ll be ready to start performing them soon.  Maybe some already are!

Perhaps it was these views that led me to feel such an overwhelming sense of peace and desire for the world to feel what I felt around the time of 9/11/01.  A co-worker said you picked the wrong time for wanting that.  Really?  I can understand why many people didn’t feel peace but is there ever a time when a person wouldn’t want it?  I suppose some prefer a lack of peace but that is beyond my comprehension.  I actually confused myself a bit that I wasn’t weeping like so many people were.  I can be such a cry baby sometimes and that was an event worthy of many tears.  I couldn’t shake the feeling of peace and frankly didn’t want to.  Strange thing about feeling that way during that time is I felt a little guilty for feeling it.  Felt a bit like an oxymoron.  Leaving aside judgment it simply was what it was.

 
Nicholas and I continued our talk about death after Venus’ demise, and I said I would be very sad if he died and started to cry at the thought (as I am now).  I asked if he would be sad if Mom died.  He said yes, and I cried more.  Yet, we will still continue to live without bodies, but it’s so much nicer to be able to cuddle, hug, play, talk and even have little tiffs in body form as long as possible.  It’s not nearly as enjoyable as doing any of that in the imagination.  He laughed while I cried.  Then he sweetly wiped my tears.

I am my son’s only parent at the moment so the thought of him without me is very sad to me.  I am pretty sure I know how old I will be when I pass from this life to the next, yet I do not take life for granted as the loss of it is only a breath away.  As a matter of fact, I came very close to being run over by a car the day I wrote this.  I’m glad I was paying enough attention to avoid that hiccup.  I will not take life for granted.  I do my best to have my relationships complete - - meaning there is nothing left unsaid, which leaves an opening for new possibilities within each relationship or within oneself.  I prefer completion over the concept of closure, which implies a finality.  Yet, on occasion, such as when starting a new relationship or friendship, it can be difficult to feel complete when there is so much that I want to share and not appearing to have all of the time to share it.  Or, maybe it is simply that having the plan in mind for what to say is not nearly as fun to speak as what authentically comes out in the moment. 

In addition to valuing human life, I claim many animals and creatures as my friends and acquaintances.  Spiders are my friends, and I catch those that are indoors to free them into the outside world (where we should all be more)....sometimes they even seem to listen to me when giving them instructions.  Wild imagination, huh?  I am working on befriending flies but they bug me so much...I’m playing on resolving that issue and they are slowly leaving me alone.  At least in my own mind they are.   Bees generally greet me and then leave me alone.  I’ve talked to the ants about staying out of my house because they will have to die, and I am not interested in killing them.  They generally stay out.  I thought it was my complex that was protected from them but one of my neighbors mentioned getting ants often.  Maybe it’s a coincidence....I don’t know.  When a creature comes near I haven’t seen before I study it in awe and look at it in all of its beauty.  Sounds like Avatar, huh?  How many are with me?

Healing Hands

This is a story that needs to be shared before it gets any bigger.  Before it encompasses the entire universe (not sure how that would work - - haha).  Back in June, during the Gulf Spill, a vision kept coming to me of people gathering to heal the earth, water and all of the people impacted.  There are people holding hands from New Orleans to Tallahassee sending universal love, blessings and gratitude.  I told God, “If this is my calling, I will say yes, but make the way possible.”  I couldn’t see the way being made so I kept trying to let it go.  It kept coming back though, each time a little bigger.  This vision has grown to encompass the world now that several months have past and further realizations of a much larger healing that is needed.

The vision includes political, business and spiritual leaders sharing from the divine flow within each of them, not from teleprompters or scripts (is that possible?).  After words are expressed, the leader will also share and give instructions to all who are participating, millions of people throughout the world gathering in their own regions at the same time for a common goal.  Everyone connecting through an independent news feed that is not controlled by the government, Facebook and Twitter so all are receiving as much truth about the event as possible, OR depending on when it occurs perhaps through telepathy.  All tuning in to the one whose turn it is to share and then the next person.  Everyone then joins hands to send universal love (maybe they’ll be a new word if there is an agreement that it’s needed) to the earth and each other, blessings and gratitude for all that have.

I must admit, I saw myself as the leader and one of the people sharing.  And as attached as I was to that idea for a while; it would be such a joy to see it take place regardless of who is leading.  To be a seed planter and part of it would be just as much of an honor as leading it. 

Now in regards to the name....I thought Healing Hands Across the World, but it is so close to Healing Hands Across America, which was done already.  World Unity Day is another idea....but that’s been used.  Any other ideas for the event title?  Should there be one centralized location where world leaders are sharing OR should regional leaders take the lead roles in each of their areas?   Any ideas to make it even better?  

Inspired to Share a Poem

Angel's Whisper

You have so many gifts that need to be shared with others. 

You are special and unique.

You need to believe it to accomplish the greatness you were intended for.

You are not an accident, even if you've been told you were.

Maybe you've been told you were a miracle.  And you are!  We all are.

You have a purpose.  Have you discovered it yet?

What is it that you've always wanted to do or to be?

Are you living it?  LIVE IT! You can!

Once you live it, expand it and be and do more.

We need you and your wonderful talents.

And you need to share them to be fulfilled.

When you give and share of yourself

You will receive more than you know

Making it a gift for both you and for us.

By Tonya Camille Tyler

Copyright 2001

Thoughts Are Things - By Tonya Tyler

Have you ever experienced THOUGHTS AS THINGS?  I did!  It was so amazing and intense.  I loved it!  Each thought carries it own energetic power....just as all people and things do.  As each thought parts from our minds to have an energetic experience they could have an impact on others without any of us being aware of it.  Even the most positive people have occasional ‘negative’ thoughts that sneak in. This experience made me aware of the importance of working towards staying in a loving space and to control my thoughts better.  It is my prayer that, on the rare occasions, I think negatively about myself or anyone else it is caught and transmuted to a nurturing and kind thought that could only have a positive impact in mine and their lives...if any impact.

A follow up experience to the first, was seeing the negative thoughts of people & the media floating down to the ground as the energetic beings they are and people unknowingly walking all over them and crushing them.  Crushing the negativity only left space available for peace. 

Boy am I fortunate!  The morning after writing this, I led a group of youth in the physical realm from 6 - 17 in a discussion about Thoughts Are Things (TAT) and did a couple of exercises together to see who could catch those TAT’s.  Most of them weren’t ready for the idea of experiencing being ‘shown’ a story but all of them were open to trading TAT’s.  Interesting!  In my mind, there is not much difference between the two.