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These are challenging times that ask of us to be the best we can be. Divine Templates can be an incredible aid to that. If this resonates with you, please do not hesitate.
And remember…
Love is the answer. Always has been. Always will be.
©Aliana Alani 2017
Behold,
How long it can often take
To build a dream into a reality,
And how little time is needed
To tear it all apart.
This article (and its added poem, which I posted here years ago) is long, so I hope you will hang in and continue reading. And if it strikes a chord in your heart, please share. It is my feeling that New Zealand could use your prayers today.
I AWOKE THIS MORNING to learn of the latest earthquake in New Zealand, a country that, as many know, is prone to such things. Some report it as a 7.5, others as a 7.8. Either way you look at it, it was large. Unlike the Christchurch earthquake, this one was inland and deeper. It was also bigger. The subsequent aftershocks have been large, shallow, and some have migrated northward. And there have been beginning tsunamis and casualties.
BACKTRACK, IF YOU WILL, to 2011. This time I wasn’t on the other side of the ocean. I was landing in Auckland – two hours after the Christchurch earthquake hit. As I watched the story unfold day after day for the next two weeks with all its aftershocks and increasingly bleak coverage, and as I personally walked small forest trails and ocean’s black sands, stared at calm sunsets and wild cloudy skies, I found myself touched beyond measure.
THIS WRITING BELOW feels as important to me now as it did then. As I read it again, I couldn’t help but feel that tucked within, there is perhaps a message for us all. It is a small homage to the spirit and heart of the Land of the Long White Cloud and of its people. New Zealanders, in my experience, are a strong kind people. That doesn’t mean your prayers and caring aren’t needed. So again, if this writing touches you, feel free to pass it on. Perhaps in the telling its heart song will help ease the way a little.
©Aliana Alani 2011
LAND OF THE LONG WHITE CLOUD – AOTEAROA – Where stories linger like slender strings of tiny ocean pearls within your billowy sleeves of cloudlike memory. Where sky and sea walk hand in hand and in their mirage-like mist worlds both old and new appear to hover, and on their very edges ethereal doors stand ready to be entered, to share gifts perhaps waiting to be given. Is it but a dream to feel this way? And yet somehow, I think not.
Kia Ora, you say.
Aloha, I answer. For that is what I know in my heart.
Heart – the door you offer, at least to me – the chance to enter a land of ancient openness and be at peace, to walk with ease again along the corridors of time. As if a jewel had been here patiently waiting to be retrieved and lived anew. Strange to find you now, for I have landed on your shores when the earth is rumbling mightily and the ring of shifting sands and olden fissures is making itself known. Breaking through the seeming solidness of life and coughing up its innards for the entire world to see.
Kia Kaha, you say, for you have been through this before and know no fear.
Is that the opportunity, when all else falls away, to know no fear? To know that life always begins anew, that if we open our hearts and trust the birth, it can perhaps be even better than before, that we are strong in spirit no matter what?
I am touched by the hearts of people on this land of yours, Oh Long White Cloud. Touched by their generosity and kindness in the midst of devastation – their willingness to reach out and help another. It is the humaneness within humanity, is it not – to offer aid without question or condition? Too often we forget this as we stride our world of ever-increasing gadgets and sound bites. Your people are helping us to remember.
Ke Aloha Aotearoa, your beauty is astounding. Gods have walked upon your earth and fished in your waters. Songs have been sung in your honour and winds have dashed your shores. Mountains high and long have risen dressed in snowy garments. And films have told stories of Middle Earths and Hobbit kingdoms. You are part of a realm we now call, The Pacific. But somehow you are part of something else as well. It lives within the very fabric of your air, and hence within the fabric of your people. Amongst all else, it is a strength of heart and the never-ending ability to dare to weave new story into life, no matter what. A wondrous gift this is for the world to see and feel. Thank you for bringing it to our table.
Kia Kaha, Aotearoa, Land of the Long White Cloud. Kia Kaha New Zealand.
You are loved.
by: Aliana Alani ©2016
Today I pray for miracles.
Miracles for this world, for you, and me. Miracles that can turn the tide of being, here and now.
Whether for good health or well-being, for money midst dire or stressful situations, or for a caring voice during the passing of what has been or who has been with you. I pray for miracles.
I pray for the miracle of a shining light – the light that comes from that deep space within, the Eternal flame of who we truly are. I pray for this light to miraculously illuminate the path we now walk, no matter who we are or where we are, that we may see beyond the confusion and the folly that spins like a tempest upon the seas of our world, and find the courage to walk a path of love and understanding instead.
I pray for the miracle of love – divine and everlasting – to attend us all today; to unblock a frightened heart, heal a wounded soul, and mend a fractured mind.
I pray for miracles – that we may have eyes to see and ears to hear – that, miraculously, we might turn and realize what many who seldom walk this world have always known – that here sits a bit of heaven – a garden of love – a world of plenty and of light. I pray for the miracle of that knowing, and the audacity to live its truth.
I pray for miracles. I pray for love.
THESE ARE CHALLENGING TURBULENT TIMES. They call on us to be the best we can be and they call on us to be as centred and balanced as possible. Not always easy to do as the world spins, sometimes madly, around us.
THERE IS A FEELING THAT 2017 WILL BE A YEAR OF GREAT CHANGE. Like all such change, windows of growth and opportunity hover within. Whether we spot them, take advantage of them, evolve through them, is up to us. But if in our heart of hearts we are determined to live our true potential and divine purpose, then utilizing those windows becomes imperative.
With this in mind, the following NEW Sacred Geometry Template is being made available.
YOUR DIVINE LIFE’S PURPOSE TEMPLATE FOR 2017
These are personal templates created specifically for you – to help you hone in on, activate, and live with harmony and love your Divine Life’s Purpose for the year 2017. They do not override nor take the place of a large Master Life’s Purpose template, if you have had one done or are thinking of getting one done. What they do is help you awaken to and deal specifically with your divine purpose for these turbulent times within the coming year. They provide you with the energetic support and multi-dimensional awareness that comes through the power of sacred geometry and that is specifically oriented to you, so that you may claim your place at the table of love in action (with as much clarity as possible) during these shifting times.
Here are the details: Each template will be done on high-quality watercolor paper in either Black or Gold ink (the choice is yours). They will be 11”x 15” in size. The cost is $195. (+shipping/packaging) and is in Canadian funds.
The window for ordering these templates is NOVEMBER 1st, 2016 until APRIL 1st, 2017.
You are welcome to pre-order if you like. A $50 non-refundable payment is necessary to hold your place. Obviously, since these are individually created and only so many can be done within the allotted time period, orders are taken on a first-come-first-serve basis. *Please note, there is no discount on these templates.
If this resonates with you and you want to order or to know more, do email me, aliana at 22shangrila.com or leave a note below with your contact details.
More than ever, your light and your love are needed. That is why this offer has been created. May it speak to your heart and help light your way.
TODAY IS SUNDAY – our LET’S MAKE SUNDAY A DAY OF LOVE day. Whether we share that love with those close to our hearts, or with casual friends or strangers through kindness and compassion, it is a day where we choose to allow Love to be the guiding light within out lives.
In a world currently up to its proverbial rafters in drama, let alone the real pain and suffering so many are going through, Love is needed more than ever. To see the other through the eyes of Love is to give our hearts a chance to open to the world as it is meant to be. It is an opportunity to offer the one gift you can truly give that can know no bounds – the Love That Passeth All Understanding. Touch that within yourself, allow it to flow forth unconditionally, and you will have found the door to Home.
Here in the Great White North – not so white yet but large and definitely North – it is also THANKSGIVING WEEKEND – a time of gratitude when we acknowledge, appreciate, and give thanks for all that has been given to us. We give thanks for the kindnesses that have been offered, for the food on our tables, the friendships that prosper, and the blessings that have been given. And for the opportunity each day provides for us to share our gifts and our love with the world.
And so I thank you, each and everyone of you, wherever you may be, for your courage and willingness to step beyond the norm, to share your kindness with others, your laughter, your joy, your smile; to dare to love, and in loving, nourish your visions of a world of harmony, balance, and yes, even peace – so that one day, hopefully very soon, those visions will have become our reality.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU ALL!
Remember
Love is the answer.
Always has been. Always will be.
As many of you know, each Sunday I call on all of us to help MAKE SUNDAY A DAY OF LOVE. I’ve been doing this for a few weeks. During such times, we express and send love into our world, close friends or not. We share kindness and compassion where we can. We celebrate the day with a prayer that such love might go on forever.
This week, the Love is for YOU.
No matter where you are, YOU matter. No matter what you look like, how you dress (or don’t), how you share the magic of your days, YOU matter.
It is often easier to give love to others. And yet without drinking from the Well of Love ourselves, how can we truly share that love with the world?
It is time to nourish our own inner gardens. Celebrate our inner beauty. Honor our inner wisdom and knowing. And allow ourselves, each and every one of us, to blossom into the magnificent gardens of love we were always meant to be.
After all – to be a tad poetic – YOU are the breeze that wafts within tall trees, the golden leaves that fall in Autumn, the slender buds that bloom in Spring. YOU are the rippling waters of a gentle pond and the crashing waves midst a stormy sea. YOU are today and tomorrow NOW. YOU are the reflections of those around you, the reflection of yourself in life’s slender mirror. YOU are an endless garden, an open heart, a robin’s song. YOU are all these things and so much more.
LOVE YOU. Why? Because YOU matter.
So go ahead, make today, SUNDAY, the day YOU LOVE YOU.
For those of you who chose to participate in MAKING SUNDAY A DAY OF LOVE – Thank You!
Thank you for being the exquisite vibration of unconditional love for all of Sunday, and thank you for letting that love flow forth into our world like a shining light that heals, inspires, and transforms.
If you couldn’t join in yesterday, remember there is always next Sunday.
This is an ongoing call, so do join us – Let’s Make Sunday A Day of Love!
If you haven’t read the page WILL JOIN ME? – the title is listed above this posting, click on it and take a peek. If it resonates with you, there are Share buttons. Please use them. The more people letting love be a part of their Sunday, the better. And, f you want to stay in loop around it and other things I’m doing, click on Follow.
Many blessings to you all.
Remember
Love is the answer.
Always has been. Always will be.
©Aliana Alani 2015
Unlike many of my writings here, this is more Dylan Thomas than Rumi – but there are things that must be said, words that must be spoken.
I
Are you not tired of battle? I am.
This constant feeding on the life force of others
Till even young bones dry and crumble into dust
And winds lament their passing like banshee cries across the lands.
To what end? For what purpose?
Think you immortality lies within the reach of those
Who trample o’er the souls of others? If so, think again.
Or has this thirst turned so insatiable that friend and foe alike
Become but mere morsels for the next feed?
When is enough, enough?
It matters not what name you give this.
What righteous path you cast its fate along.
Light or dark, it is all the same.
Devoid of love, we are all nothing!
Can you not understand?
II
You plant your flag within the halls of Mount Olympus
Expecting adulation in return. To you, it is but one of many.
But you forget. You lack remembrance.
Therein, perhaps, lies your folly.
So let me help. Let me be blunt.
There are gods and angels who walk amongst the living
Cloaked in skins of a mortal kind. Some appear tattered,
Even wounded, for the journey has been long, nay even arduous.
Still they are present, perhaps, yes even especially, in those very halls
And they are not happy.
They wait, but not for long.
What will you do next, they wonder?
What foolish blunder? What further desecration –
Before you awake and realize?
III
Occasionally one will dust off those weary wings, flutter and fly.
Winds will change, and for a brief moment,
Love will enter the now toxic air.
A sigh of hope is heard within the hearts of many.
But it does not last.
It cannot be sustained.
Not yet.
Ask me why. Oh. Please. Do.
IV
There is a fabric that holds this universe together.
An ancient warp and woof of life.
No cotton this. Not even silk or satin.
No, this is the stuff that hearts are made of,
That travels pathways of geometric harmonics
Lighting galaxies as it spews forth in all its splendour.
It is unstoppable, of course
Unavoidable, actually
Undeniable –
But still you try.
To usurp it is impossible,
A flight of fantasy on your part.
It belongs to all, permeates all, is all.
It is not yours to hoard or blunder –
But still, amazingly, you try.
Are you not tired yet?!
So here’s the irony, the paradox, the problem.
Put simply for you to understand –
What you do blocks the very field of energetic awareness
That sustains your, yes your, very own existence.
You have created a game that is a self-fulfilling prophecy
In which you are doomed to be no more.
You do not know this yet, so you continue,
Like unfed vultures, to merrily feast
Upon the dreams and hopes of others.
If it were just about you,
You would be left to your own devices.
But sadly, it is not so.
You think you can act with impunity
But, once again, you do not remember.
You lack vision, foresight. You do not see the larger picture.
You harm one. You harm all.
And so, ultimately, it cannot be allowed.
V
Understand this –
Unborn dreams are fragile things.
Like hopes, they reside in the realm of etheric mist.
Some say they are the prodding of angels
Whispered gently into an open heart.
What matters is this – to come into being,
They must be nourished, nurtured, loved.
Each spins a slender thread of woven gold
Linking it to the core of all. Invisible to the naked eye,
Unknown to many, they crisscross galaxies.
There are zillions of them.
To the enlightened among you
They are the geometries of existence.
To us, they are the song lines of the eternal heart.
So here’s the rub –
When you repeatedly force a people to its knees
Pushing spirits into the bog of existence
Until they can barely remember their own names
You poke holes in the chrysalis of their dreaming.
You weaken those very threads.
You damage the song lines.
Song lines are the royalty of life from which worlds are born.
If any should break, connected to your doing, you will be held responsible.
That, lest you forgot, is the hidden addendum to the codex of the contract
You eagerly signed when you initiated the Game you were so thirsty to play
(A game, I hasten to remind you, that was meant to enhance not devastate).
You, of all, should appreciate the irony of this.
So I ask again – Are you not tired of it yet?
WE ARE.
VI
There is, of course, a key to redemption – there is always a key.
But you will have to use it well and you will have to use it quickly
For you are running out of time (does this sound familiar?).
Let me offer a clue –
All things are born from the heart
And to the heart all things return
The key, like all keys before and after, has a name.
This key’s name happens to be Compassion.
Not your every day garden variety kind.
NO, only pure unadulterated unconditional open-hearted
Compassion will do now – for all and everything.
You have travelled far from the core of your heart’s awareness.
Will you get back to it in time? We do not know.
But we are obligated to remind you of the key’s existence
And hence give you an opportunity to try.
VII
One last thought –
This world is a precious place, sculpted with endless opportunities for love –
Beautiful, abundant, vast, and deliciously exquisite in its myriad of forms.
It has always been humanity’s mandate to flourish and prosper –
To excel in coming home to its true essence and to cherish all who
Reside in this unfolding garden of love. This mandate will not be denied.
So I will ask you one last time – Are you not tired of this Game?
For truly, I AM.
22shangrila 