Dear Hopeful Ones,

I’ve shared at least one of these Heart of Love Messages before, but today seemed a good day for a lift and a reminder of why and where the hope is.

Feeling the love here,
♥️ Mayet Leilani ♥️

3 Little Messages of Hope and Joy
We Wish You to Know

While you may feel discouraged and sometimes hopeless, we wish to point out that your sense of this is somewhat distorted by what fills your frame. We say this with care for we well understand what life can appear like through the sometimes distorting lens of the human mind.

Let us explain further so you may feel it in all levels of your being. You have known these difficulties must come, though you have not known precisely what they would be. Now they are here. You are right on target. You are right on schedule. You are right where you need to be. This is what we wish you to trust.

You have made it to here and have little sense of the victory you have achieved because the human eye and mind sometimes lack scope for proper perspective. Let us say that you have, and are still, accomplishing the goals you set out for yourself in coming here – though it sometimes feels you have not and are not. You have. You are. We offer our praises in the hope that you can take them to heart and know your bravery.

Many of your confusions about limitations and failures are being cleared from your way. Know that no one in your circle limits you. Nothing impedes your growth. Your growth has, in fact, been steady in spite of those seeming limitations for it is those very limitations that have gained you more than you realize.

For you now, it is much like the oyster that feels the discomfort and irritation of the grain of sand and does not yet see the beautiful luster building up around what grows within. Many grains of understanding have been laid and can begin to be felt by you. Take heart in this and move forward with renewed determination and self-encouragement. And feel the love that is in you, ready to flow inward and outward on the tide of your being.

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All is Well

There is a place within you like the eye of a storm. All around life may whirl madly, but in the inner sanctum of your heart, your Soul whispers the truth, “All is well, all is well, all is well. When you listen to your own heart’s Soul Wisdom more than the stories of the world, this is what you know: all is well.

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You Are Known to Us

Gentle Souls, Your hearts are known on the inner dimensions for the depth of your loving, your minds are known for your intent to do good, your lives are known for your determination to grow and elevate and in that elevation to offer ever-ascending energies of the divine light and love you are. Your praises are sung for your bravery and goodness and service in these times. And your song is heard throughout the dimensions with excitement and awe as you transform yourselves and in doing so transform your world of time. Let this message break through any concerns like sunlight bursting through a stormy sky. Fear not, you are succeeding beyond your wildest dreams, beyond your ability to know! Relax into this and dance with joy!

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Dear Seamless One ,

I’m in the mood for short and sweet today:

I saw this recently, written by a wise Persian poet of long ago. It delighted me. It made me laugh, too.

Take a pitcher full of water and set it down in the water – now it has water inside and water outside. We mustn’t give it a name, lest silly people start talking again about the body and the soul. ~ Kabir

Too much name, name, naming lately and it has me a bit fatigued. Democrat, Republican, New Age or Christian, Body or Soul, Wrong or Right, This or That. So many things can be served better by less attention to naming. Naming can be important, but it can also create separation, setting things apart from each other, even at odds with each other. Especially things meant to be experienced together like people rather than factions.

Like body and soul. Are we really a spiritual being having a physical experience, or a physical being having a spiritual life? As Rumi suggests, why separate this, body and soul?

Body and soul – both equal in importance to why we are here. Both seamlessly who we are. To live on Earth, you really can’t have one without the other. Think about it: It’s not a choice.

The body needs what it needs: good nutrition, proper regard. It is not fed in the same way the soul is, though it is supported by the soul being tended to. The soul needs what it needs: pause, depth, self-awareness, and so forth. The soul isn’t satisfied with an apple a day, it has its own needs. But it is greatly supported by a healthy, well-tended body.

It’s not either/or. We are both of these, as one. Perhaps it is time to deeply understand the both-ness of things, letting them join like the twins they are for our sojourn here. Not ignoring our soul needs, nor over-emphasizing them. Not focusing more on the emotional than the physical, or giving more attention to the soul than the physical, or on any one of the seeming parts and pieces.

Not building identity around names and opposites like This or That. Instead, feeling human, not Democrat or recognizing one’s opinion without naming it the One right one.

All this separation into names and right and wrongs – and the division and acrimony it causes. It’s giving me a headache lately. I thought I’d just say so, in case you are feeling the same.

~ XOM 😊+😇 (humanly divine)

Article Highlights:

• I’m asking for prayers
• My new art practice
• Healing a tooth ache with art
• Igniting your kundalini fire

As we begin today, I wanted to clarify that the toothache mentioned here was by now a couple weeks ago. But I do want you to know that next week, on Wednesday, Oct 25, I’m having fairly extensive oral surgery. I wanted to ask those of you who might remember, and feel inclined, to help clear the drugs from my system afterward and facilitate excellent healing and a new infection free me.

Your prayers are powerful and I would love to have you at my back as I go under the knife 😀 . I’m really looking forward to having this surgery and getting my teeth taken care of at last. And putting an end to a long storied personal and family and ancestral oral history. Amen to all that!

I’ve mentioned here, briefly, that I’ve begun an art practice after being nudged to do so by Wisdom for more than 18 months. So in November of 2021 I jumped in the deep end and created some pieces to give to family when we got together for Christmas. They were well received.

I wanted to keep the art energy going so I decided to pick up art doodling again which I’ve done from time to time over the years while watching videos and such. I decided to think of it as art journaling and myself as an art dabbler. That allowed me to keep it casual and not start having a lot of mental ideas about why Wisdom was asking me to do art.

You know how the mind is: Are you changing careers? What’s this about, what does it all mean? What are you supposed to do with what you create? Why bother if you’re not doing anything with it? The mind can be such a pill, right? I avoided that by calling it journaling.

I set a few guidelines to help with that too. I didn’t want to be trying to be good, getting into the cycles of ups and downs that can come when you’re judging by proper art standards.

So my first guideline was: let every stroke, line, dot, color choice etc come from delight and personal preference. Not from color theory or composition, or any grown up idea about art. I decided to let it all be fun experimentation or creative impulse, not productive outcome.

I loved playing with crayons and paints as a child and that’s my aim – to be in a free, childlike place, immersed in the fun and joy of doing it. I’ve had soOoo much fun with it, taking it in any direction I want, doing anything I please. Including drumming-art-chant for the world, as you know. And now, a little art healing. Which is why I’m telling you all this today.

I had a recurrence of tooth pain on a weekend somewhat recently. My dentist wasn’t available so I was taking other measures to make it through until the Monday. One night I decided to try a little art therapy on it.

It may seem counter intuitive to try to paint while in physical pain because pain makes it hard to concentrate and one feels the need to lie about moaning. But, I reasoned, art is known to be therapeutic. I’d noticed when I was art journaling that it not only felt great mentally and emotionally, but my body was also responding positively to the art process. Maybe it could help the pain, which was keeping me from sleeping anyway. It seemed worth a try. (more…)