A Channeled Message- July 5, 2009
FDR stated it very succinctly: “There is nothing to fear but fear, itself!” He pointed out to Americans during the Great Depression that as long as the country kept its head and a positive attitude, the situation could be dealt with and survived. It seems as though fear is all the media talks about anymore. Earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, tornadoes, pandemics, and oh, yes, the deplorable state of the economy. Even commercials play on our fear: “Make sure to shave your legs and underarms; use the right deodorant daily; wear the acceptable brand of underwear, and brush your teeth and use mouthwash so you don’t offend!”
If that weren’t enough, the movies take our all too human fears and push the envelope every chance they get. No longer do we look at hitchhikers the same way, or dark vacant houses, or walking alone after dark. Vampires used to scare us silly until Twilight. Now instead of screaming first, I’d look to see if Alice and Jasper were with them.
Fear is really overdone in our modern society. Do you remember the Y2K scare? The media had us believing that all computer systems were going to crash and burn at 12:01 am on January 1st, 2000. So a lot of us spent a great deal of money on backup disks and syatems, laid in a food and water supply, made sure we had negotiable money on hand since the ATMs weren’t going to work, and some of us even made sure we were armed in order to protect our families from the marauding hordes that were sure to run rampant at 12:02 that same morning! We can smile and giggle about it now, but some of the media were so overboard in the predictions that it was akin to yelling “Fire!” in a crowded theatre!
Fear is probably the most contagious emotion on the planet, and that is such a shame. Many people waste their entire lives living in fear instead of spreading their wings and fulfilling their destinies. Many experiences that could be exhilarating and filled with joy are ruined by the presence of fear, the anticipation of something unpleasant occurring. Life was not meant to be lived in a fetal position with the blankets pulled up over your head. First of all, this is Florida, people! You’d suffocate in a very short while!
Now. even the year of 2012 has taken on dire meanings as first the movie of the same name spreads the fear that a 1500 foot tall tsunami will hit the Himalayan Mountains and wipe out the Buddhist monasteries. Then we hear from all the prognosticators that the Mayan calendar ending on December 21, 2012. actually predicts the ending of life on this planet, possibly the planet itself. Has it occurred to no one that perhaps the Mayans just ran out of room on the stone? Or that there might be another less fear-filled explanation for the ending of the calendar?
The Hopi Indians have a prediction for that time, also, but instead of the world ending, yet another age in ushered into being. The worlds have changed before, according to the Hopi elders, and will change again. Life moves in cycles and evolves. But in life, as we believe it, a physical death comes before out rebirth into the spiritual, our transition to the other side. There may be endings of certain things the way we are accustomed to seeing them or living before the evolution is complete enough to realize it. Sometimes we must grieve the loss of the old before we can rejoice in the birth of the new.
Many people have no time or space to live in fear of what the planet may do because they are in constant fear about their personal lives. They are afraid of the future and what it may bring, or not bring. Will there be enough money for my retirement? Will Social Security sink just as I get old enough to qualify? Will my 401K restore itself before my oldest child goes to college? Will there be any financial aid money available for my grandchild to attend college in a couple of years?
Will the housing market rebound so I can recoup my investment? Will the housing market stabilize long enough for me to buy my first house? Will I (or my parents) have enough money to pay for medication and food, or will I have to cultivate a taste for Nine Lives Tuna Blend?
There are always things to fear, but lately it seems that those things are in a greater supply than ever before. The personal fears are also in great supply. Fear of lacking what it takes to succeed. Am I pretty enough, strong enough. Smart enough? Will I be able to communicate my thoughts, to say what I mean clearly so others will understand me? Do I have the talents and skills that will allow me to succeed in my career, my education, my marriage? Will I be able to make the right decisions for my children? Will I be the right kind of parent, one who encourages and supports rather than criticizes and demeans?
Yes, the medern human has more than ever before to choose from in the subject of fear. And sometimes, it seems, through no fault of our own, circumstances conspire against us and the unthinkable happens. We fail, or have failure thrust upon us. We can admit temporary defeat, pull on iur hip boots and wade into the muck to try again…or, we can do what too many of our fellow human earth travelers do. We can fail to take responsibility for our actions and decisions and Blame-storm.
No, I didn’t stutter: Blame-storm. That is when the person in question, (let’s call him Spike) refuses to accept his part in the responsibility for his own life.
For example:
1. It’s not my fault that I flunked out of college. That history class was way too hard, and who needs to know about ancient history anyway? Besides, the teacher assigned too much work. Reality: Spike missed one out of three classes, didn’t complete the assigned reading, and put off the term papers until the night before they were due, But it wasn’t his fault!
2. “It’s not my fault that I can’t find a job. Everybody knows the economy is in the toilet and nobody is hiring.” Reality: He emailed 2 resumes 6 months ago, and had one interview that he blew off because the job was entry-level and required weekend shifts. He’s not sent in a resume or attended a job fair because “no one appreciates my unique abilities and they want me to start at the bottom!” But it’s not his fault.
3. “It’s not my fault my wife left me.I gave her the paycheck every week, bought a house for her. Granted, it was 2 states away from her elderly parents, but that’s where the job I wanted was located. She complained that I didn’t spend enough time with her and the kids. I work hard and deserve a little down time. So I had a few beers after work with the guys, went fishing on Saturdays and golfing on Sundays. The kids have her to tuck them in at night. I play with them on the weekends when I can find the time.She got mad when I told her not to get a job, that her place was here at home with the kids. Now she’s filed for divorce and expects me to pay a bundle in alimony and child support. What a money-grubbing witch!” He ignored his wife and children for the better part of 12 years and now they are gone. But it’s not Spike’s fault!\
4. “I worked 15 years for the same company in the factory assembling machinery parts. I never won a perfect attendance award but I was there nearly every day. So what if I was late a couple of times and took a long lunch once in a while? I did my job as well as most of the other guys. They had no right to let me go. What happened to company loyalty?” Again, it wasn’t his fault!
5. “Now the kids are teenagers and they are old enough to do the fun stuff with, but when I told them I was going to take them camping, they both refused to go. My son didn’t even tell me he had qualified for Eagle Scout, and my daughter has never invited me to any of her dance recitals. They don’t seem to care that I worked so hard for all those years to make money for them. They only complain that I never spent time with them. Big deal!” But none of this was Spike’s fault.
Spike refused to see his part in all of these situations. In every case, another person or circumstance was responsible for the difficulty and the adverse result. He didn’t graduate college because of the professors, so he couldn’t get a good upper-level job. He thought that just giving his wife the paycheck and providing a home for the family absolved him of any other responsibility for the family. So he couldn’t understand why she divorced him, or why the kids were so distant. He didn’t give them time when they were young so they wouldn’t give him time when they were older. And losing his job was the last straw. The world juast wasn’t fair to him. He had made an effort but nobody appreciated it. It wasn’t his fault.
Well, you can see that Spike is a composite of a lot of people. Few people would have all these things happen, but I’ll be you know somebody who will fit in nearly every category. So many people refuse to accept any responsibility. “I didn’t know the gun was loaded. Don’t blame me-it was a victimless crime. (Can you please define the word-Crime?) What’s wrong with taking a little ride? The keys were in the car! You should have seen the skimpy outfit she was wearing-she was asking for it,, I tell you!”
Don’t you sometimes wonder if the world is going to hell in a handbasket? As my Daddy used to say. I have talked about a lot of things that are negative and on the down slopw of life. I hope you know me well enough to know that I’m not going to leave things dark and gloomy.
First of all, we know that a person’s attitude can make all the difference, as can intent. If Spike had lived each moment in a positive frame of mind with the intent of doing well and spreading Love and Light, don’t you think his life would have been a lot better? Most of us here live with the intent of making the world a better place in some way every day, even with just a smile at the people with whom we connect. We share our lives with our family and friends because we love them and enjoy the time spent with them. We wish health, happiness, and prosperity for others, as well as ourselves, and we recognize and act on the opportunities to help our fellow human traveler along the way. We see our jobs as an opportunity to stand as” Lighthouses in the darkness of corporate America, as Kryon puts it, and know that it is up to us each day to anchor the Light and share the Love of God with our fellow co-workers.
Above all, we show by example that we are all responsible for our lives, for the opportunities and challenges as well as the successes and triumphs. It is our positive attitudes, our loving intents, and our hopeful and optimistic outlooks that can make the difference between a day of joy and Light and one of despair and hopelessness.
Back to 2012, for a moment. I do not feel that there is anything to fear from December 21 in that year. The planet has cxycled and evolved many times and will conti ue to do so after we have long gone. Think of it this way: What’s the worst than can happen? The very worst is that our town, or state, or country, or the planet herself will be destroyed, we will all be killed and return Home to Spirit.
That’s the worst? To go Home where we all will return to someday anyway? If that’s the worst, then there truly is nothing to be afraid of. The fear that tries to take us over is needless and absolutely useless. FDR said: “There is nothing to fear but fear itself.” Fear is the enemy. Pogo said from his swamp: “We have met the enemy and he is us!”
Whether or not we allow fear of any kind to affect us, to cripple us, and to prevent us from fulfilling the personal missions that we have come to accomplish depends solely on us, on our outlooks and intents. The decision lies with each one of us.
On a personal note, I know just how paralyzing a fear can be. I began writing a book fourteen years ago, a book that I knew was the bigger part of my persoal spiritual mission in this life. My biggest fear was that I would be ridiculed, publicly humiliated and reviled for the story contained in this book. For fourteen years this book called to me every day. My guides and angels called me to work on it every day. Some days I successfully ignored them, but then I felt guilty for not doing that which I came to earth to do.
Through the years, I worked on it in spurts as the deep-seated need to tell this story surfaced and drove me to the keyboard. Finally, earlier this year, I finished the manuscript, Finally! The weight of lifetimes of living with this story lifted from me and the burden was finally released. The book has been published and as people read it, I was led to understand that whether any person likes or dislikes the finished product is unimportant. It is the fact that I recognized my purpose and accomplished it to the best of my ability. It took a longer time than it might have, but I never said I was a hare. I think I am content being the tortoise. I still won the race! Thank you, Guys!
