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Tears and Knowing

by Trinity S. Thomas on February 25, 2014

I often receive wisdom and guidance in the form of wordplay, also called Conscious Language. And I often receive wisdom and guidance in the moment ‘for’ someone else which is completely, sometimes painfully, relevant to my own journey. This recent comment is both at once:

“The wisdom available for you from your body is not new wisdom or additional wisdom, but the release of wisdom already yours which has been blocked from your knowing by unshed tears over years and through dimensions. The tears, water shed to release emotion, are also tears, rips in the fabric of truth. As the water is shed the rips become whole.”

Such a global teaching, it just clamored to be shared:

Unshed tears as rips (tears) in the fabric of truth, Obscuring soul wisdom earned through the ages. 

I am quite sure my personal experience is not unique. So many times in this life I have held back my tears. In early days it was to avoid unwanted attention from mostly family and sometimes friends who I believed 1) would not understand my pain, fear, perspective, 2) would try to talk me out of my feelings, 3) would want to fix me, 4) would somehow use the interlude against me. Later on the withheld tears were about not upsetting children, being labeled ‘too sensitive’ (whatever that means), not appearing manipulative, or not having a ‘safe’ place to let them fly, about always appearing unflappable and strong in my many roles to inspire a confidence in the world around me that I did not feel. To inspire, most of all, a confidence in my own strength that I could not really quite source. I was working, often multiple jobs, and raising stepchildren. I did not have the time to feel. Or the courage. I had not encountered or remembered my own soft strength.

Eventually I learned to watch movies or listen to music (by myself of course!) so that I could cry when it was convenient. I knew exactly which part of which movie and which song to access for the different flavors of emotion I wanted to release. Crying on demand. It’s not the same.

As our media has evolved into a delivery system for pain, fear, horror, and atrocity, I (along with the rest of the world) have hardened to the audio visual assault on my heart and senses. I have learned to live behind these walls to survive. And I have just recently realized, as I navigate a particularly stressful time, that I have developed a habit of quelling my emotional reactions in general, as I am blessed with an extraordinarily sensitive mate who is unpleasantly buffeted by them! And to avoid scaring myself as well. No more of this!

(These well constructed walls didn’t just keep out the tears. They kept out my joy. And quite likely my power.)

Our current science reveals a lot about the biochemistry of shedding tears and the emotional benefits of the chemicals released, concluding the act of crying for emotional reasons does release stress chemicals. Supposedly humans are the only known species to cry to release emotion, although some say chimps and elephants do, too. Common knowledge tells us that we feel relieved in many ways ‘after a good cry.’ It rectifies our internal landscape somehow, similar to the way lightning harmonizes polarized energies between land and sky. Clearly the process remains at least somewhat mysterious.

I went looking inside myself, oracle style, for the fullness of this truth, that ‘as the water is shed, the rips become whole’ and release the wisdom which is already mine to me in current time. It feels to me like my shedding of tears is a type of acceptance of what is, of the hurts and frustration, confusion and perhaps anger at seemingly unsolvable unwanted things intruding into my life. As I cry I give up the illusion of control and become softer. I tap a great, strong inner well of capacity to endure; a capacity that exceeds one lifetime or one reality. I become timeless in the moments of shedding tears. I become One with all the tears ever shed by humans on this earth. I open to the Divine and invite change. I take myself off line and reboot. I become more authentically me. If I allow myself to combine crying with some good wailing, sound healing occurs. I have found, with myself and my clients over many years, that giving sound to feelings is a great way to move energy out of pain and equilibrium.

Knowing that the fabric of truth, of soul wisdom, is just truly not served by withholding tears, empowers me to reboot my own habit of quelling my emotional reactions to spare someone else discomfort. Knowing I can literally reweave truth strands with my tears gives me more than enough courage to risk items 1-4 above. Most profoundly, I have found myself visioning about how our reality, our world, might change if we stopped withholding tears.

I know if I unintentionally responded to someone too brusquely and they cried, I would stop. Immediately. And reassess the situation, the interaction. Open my own heart and reflect and be fully present. Be willing to change.

I wonder what would happen if we noticed mistreated animals in our neighborhoods and even in our most sacred places, as I have seen in Delphi, Greece and at John of God’s village in Brazil, and instead of walking by we stopped and cried and took some action.

I wonder what would happen if the Speaker of the House announced news in Congress and the senators and representatives broke down and cried.

I wonder what would happen if the Guantanamo hearings were broadcast and all over the country people began to sob uncontrollably.

If we heard about the whales and dolphins being slaughtered in the oceans in a variety of ways and we cried so hard for so long that we just had to talk to everyone we knew and try to make it stop.

If the statistics about unemployment, rape, and starvation were met with real tears, open hearts, and willingness to give our time to make big changes in our society rather than blank stares, no comment, and business as usual.

I am reminded of a line from Melissa Etheridge’s song, Ruins:

But if I am to heal I must first learn to feel ………….in the ruins.

Perhaps it’s time to free our tears and heal some rips in our wisdom and truth. In the ruins. To cry ourselves back into presence and wholeness. To remember our own soft strength. To catalyze change in our world. Now. To cry ourselves whole.



Yuna Kim Imagines Oneness

by Trinity S. Thomas on February 24, 2014

Yuna Kim        In the Iceskating Gala at the recent Sochi Olympics I was overwhelmed by the visual beauty-in-motion of so many skaters, I already had tears forming behind my eyes. The amazing ability of these athletes to embody such grace and emotion physically, within narrowly stipulated and difficult movements, is a study of precision in consciousness that has inspired me for decades! When Yuna Kim took the ice to perform to John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ I could not hold my tears  back any longer. She had me at “Imagine!”

          The extraordinary presence she brought to her performance somehow communicated from her heart to mine the hopes and dreams of a young Korean girl who not only understood oneness beyond political boundaries, but had embodied it. And embodied it in a way that allowed her to be an international icon for the hopes of her heart, becoming a UN Goodwill Ambassador, donating her entire 2011 earnings to Japan earthquake relief, and now, skating to John Lennon’s iconic song ‘Imagine’ as the final act of her stellar career on Olympic ice.

          In a competition in which she did not win the gold medal, a competition where the judging has been called loudly into question, she moved beyond politics and controversy to anchor in her presence and radiate the potential for Oneness to the millions of viewers as her final message and contribution to her planet. I actually felt the field of her heart with the field of my heart. The Oracle Heart which, when activated, allows us each to touch the quantum field where prophecy and oneness reside.

          If you haven’t seen this, find it. Let it inform your own heart with the Oneness and potential of our planet. Beauty in motion, indeed. Imagine.


Jamie Anderson – Crystal Powered at the Olympics

by Trinity S. Thomas on February 13, 2014

Jamie Anderson had me at hello in the recent Sochi Olympics, and I’m not even a fan of her sport. Perhaps it’s because she hails from a town near mine, hers South Lake Tahoe and mine Fair Oaks, California. I told myself it was her radiance, her attitude, her presence that caught my attention.

Then I read in the local paper (Sacramento Bee, reporting from the Washington Post, written by Rick Maese) that she is a fan of crystals, as part of her winning srtategy. It was noticed by a reporter in Krasnaya Polyana, Russia, that she customarily wears a string of wooden beads around her neck. Jamie explains, “My mantra beads. They’re from a friend who made them with, like, sacred energy put into them.” And she also wears a large quartz crystal and a triangle moonstone, calling them “power stones.”

I have often worn “power stones” myself'; in fact, as I write this I am wearing a Herkimer diamond ring (to help diffuse both the radiation from my computer and the radiation hitting the west coast) and a large blue kyanite pendant (to keep my energy balanced).

I suppose I came into this life loving rocks. I remember picking them up on walks with my Mom and wanting nothing other than rocks from the parking lot or roadside for mementos on family trips. I graduated to actual quartz crystals as I began to study geology in college, and to more unusual ‘rocks’ with esoteric purposes and qualities as I later explored psychic healing. I journeyed on a Vision Quest to Peru in 1988 to discover a particular type of crystal which I developed my signature energy body activation with. I’ve taught Crystal Healing classes in several states in the USA and use them in my practice even now. It’s a long and mutual love story.

My clients often receive prescriptions for crystals and my friends and family have become accustomed to making room in their homes and lives for the presence of a few ‘Stone People,’ who arrive as gifts from my collection. There is a definite power to these mineral travelers. They contribute positive energy, stability, and the good fortune that comes from feeling secure and lucky. My experience tells me that wearing crystals supports our ability to tap the quantum field through what I call our Inner Oracle, the place in our hearts where we know we are all one. It is from this place that we connect with our wisest and most powerful selves.

I’ve known quite a few business people, artists, and performers who adamantly insisted on including crystals in their everyday lives and endeavors. And many have favorite ones made into jewelry so that they can wear them daily. From Gerald A. Hines, builder of the Houston, TX Galleria to the Denver attorneys I worked for, large crystal clusters adorn conference tables for significant meetings, are carried into court to assist wanted outcomes, and travel the world in briefcases just for safety.

Whether lucky pocket rocks or gigantic pieces of lobby art, crystals are a universally acknowledged positive addition to any environment. I am so glad to know that this young woman who has caught my attention is wearing power stones to propel her success. Seems like a perfect score to me! Way to go, Jamie!


Year of the Wood Horse – It’s Showtime, People!

by Trinity S. Thomas on January 30, 2014

We are on the brink of entering into the Chinese Year of the Wood Horse which we have not experienced since 1954. As I have recently begun to take note of the Chinese Year archetypes and heighten my awareness of how their qualities may affect my life, I’ve been quite surprised. This past Chinese Year of the Water Snake was a time of so much unexpected change I was forced to keep notes! I felt like an archeologist of my own inner workings, dormant longings, and most safely guarded truths. At the same time I felt so much just leaving me, some of it treasured and presumed to be permanent. I learned not to hold on. I’m still learning to be comfortable with that. Still learning to live in my new skin.

Which brings me to current time, always a goal. This Wood Horse year presents many opportunities within it’s classicly defined qualities. A Wood Horse is believed to be the most reasonable and least impatient of all the Elements of Horses. Thank goodness, I say.

A bit of research reveals that Kwan Yin holds the white celestial cloud horse sacred, riding it to bring peace and blessings to humanity. And apparently the Horse Year is associated with raising voices and speaking our truths, always dear to my heart. Aligned closely with the element of Fire, the Horse Year offers us a time of fast movement and transformation.

In my past hypnotherapy practice, several clients encountered a horse in their process who offered them a way out of an unwanted situation, a quick escape to a new version of their lives. Allowing these archetypes to speak to us through Sign Language is always a great idea, as metaphors are by their nature more expansive than classic definitions or so-called facts. They are a great invitation to our Inner Oracle, to access meaning from the place in us that knows. Often we can Vision a new ending to an old story, freeing ourselves to move to a higher octave of experience.

The Greek Goddess Athena has shared directly with me her experience of taming horses through joining them on their wild rides and falling in love with them as they carried her across the vast landscapes. Of how she had to surrender to their incredible power and allow them to choose the direction of her flight. And in so doing, the great archetypal energy of the horse became willing to work with humans to begin a mutually supportive relationship. Perhaps this is a year when we recognize and fall in love with powerful new forces, learning to ride together, to be taken in new directions.

As I write I am imagining the tale of the Trojan Horse, in which soldiers planned a sneak attack by presenting a large wooden horse as a gift, hiding inside it as it was taken within the walls of the compound, and emerging in the still night as a surprise. There’s an element in this year I can’t quite put my finger on, perhaps about enjoying a wild ride on this Year of the Horse energy and being a bit surprised about where we end up. Emerging in some way into a previously inaccessible place that provides unexpected opportunities.

When I feel into the Horse Year I feel rapid movement, an addition of great power, an impulse to call out to the world to announce what I see on the horizon, ‘straight from the horse’s mouth.’ Like Paul Revere in the early days of our country, who rode a horse through the night to let people know the British were coming, I would announce, “It’s Showtime, people!”