21-Day Negativity Fast - who's with me?

[Miss Critter]

Courtesy of astrologer Rob Brezsny:

GLORY IN THE HIGHEST

Thousands of things go right for you every day, beginning the moment you wake up. Through some magic you don't fully understand, you're still breathing and your heart is beating, even though you've been unconscious for many hours. The air is a mix of gases that's just right for your body's needs, as it was before you fell asleep.

You can see! Light of many colors floods into your eyes, registered by nerves that took God or evolution or some process millions of years to perfect.

The interesting gift of these vivid hues is furthermore made possible by an unimaginably immense globe of fire, the sun, which continually detonates nuclear explosions in order to convert its own body into light and heat and energy for your personal use.

Your hands work wonderfully well. Your heart circulates your blood all the way out to replenish the energy of the muscles and nerves in your fingers and palms and wrists. And after your blood has delivered its blessings, it finds its way back to your heart to be refreshed. This wondrous mystery recurs over and over again without stopping every minute of your life.

You can smell intoxicating aromas. You can hear provocative and soothing sounds. You can taste a thousand different tastes. How is any of this possible? You can think thoughts any time you want -- big, wide, colorful thoughts or tiny dark burrowing thoughts. You can revel and wallow in great oceans of emotion. What colossal secret intelligence or improbable series of fabulous accidents conspired to bestow these superpowers upon
you?

Language is another stupendous marvel. Millions of souls have cooperated intricately for untold centuries to cultivate a system of communication that you understand very well. Your ability to speak and read and write makes you feel strong and dynamic. It connects you with the world. It allows you to indulge in one of your greatest pleasures, which is to hear and tell stories.

Maybe this is the best gift of all: You have a staggeringly potent creative tool: your imagination. You use it to create mental pictures of things that don't exist yet and that you want to bring into being. Your imagination is the engine of your destiny, the catalyst with which you design your future.

Or maybe this is the best gift of all: You know that you are you. You are exultantly and extravagantly aware that you are alive and conscious and awake and unique. You have a million different feelings and fantasies about what it means to be you.

Do you remember when you were born? It was a difficult miracle that involved many people who worked very hard on your behalf. No less amazing is the fact that you have continued to grow ever since then, with new cells being born within you all the time to replace the old cells that are dying.

At this very moment, there are 50 trillion cells in your body, and each of them is really a sentient being in its own right. They all act together as a community, blessing you with their astonishing collaboration. It's just like magic.

Everywhere you look: glory

Every step you take: glory

Every breath you take: glory glory

Soaring roaring uproarious glory
is our story

This succulent burst of glory has been brought to you by the imaginary lightning bolts you can shoot out the ends of your fingers any time you want to.

 

[Minnie]

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[Miss Critter]

Notes from the Universe. Daily notes sent to you inbox each weekday morning. TUT's Adventurers Club::Welcome

The slate's been wiped clean, the past has released its grip, and before you sparkles eternity, yearning for direction. Miss Critter, all that lies between you and the life of your dreams is just one teeny, tiny, gentle, little rule. Only one condition, prerequisite, principle that matters.

It's not love. It's not God. It's not fate, or luck, or karma. It's not complicated or esoteric, and you needn't sacrifice, plead, or pray to invoke it. It's the only rule that's ever existed, and it's the only one that will ever exist. No reality can exist in its absence. For its mere existence, you are. With its existence, the power, the light, and the way are revealed. It's your purpose to discover it, and it's your destiny to master it. It's the beginning, the middle, and the end. The Alpha and the Omega. The be-all and end-all of every wish, desire, and dream, and you are its keeper.

This caveat of all caveats is that absolutely nothing can be anything until it is first imagined. Thoughts become things, nothing else does. And so, Miss Critter, it's the thoughts you choose from here on out that will become the things and events of your life, forevermore. It is written in stone. There's no other way. It's your ticket to anywhere you can dream of. Your passport to abundance, health, and friendships. The key to the palace of your wildest dreams.

Your thoughts, and your thoughts alone, will set you in motion. Your thoughts will yield the inspiration, creativity, and determination you need. Your thoughts will orchestrate the magic and inspire the Universe. Your thoughts will carry you to the finish line if you just keep thinking them. Never give up. Never waiver, doubt, or ask.

Aim high.

That you've even received this Note, that you're able to read it through, means you are so close. So extraordinarily close. The hardest work has been done. The wars have already been waged. The lessons have already been learned. The journey, now, is for home.

Ain't no Blarney,
The Universe

 

[Minnie]

Smiling Moon

Even through the curtains, I can see her. Hiding behind a smile. A cheshire cat smile of a moon. Tipped perfectly, sized wide and brimming with the kind of gentle humor you’d expect to find more in a dancing star, perhaps a large flaming one like sun. Certainly our favorite cartoon caricatures of the sun are smiling and gay. And the moon, she is a solemn spirit of a thing, hanging low or bouncy light back down, the mother moon, the tide-pulling moon, the heartstring moon, and tonight, the smiling moon.

I smile back but with a little hitch in my breath, a sigh on the other side of my universe that doesn’t really make it out to this one quite as full as I’d assume it would, a little frozen pause on the way to the car from the porch under a sky with this smiling moon. This smile of mine is no match for you, moon. My heart appreciates the reassurance, the universal olive branch as it were, the none-too-gentle reminder that the world, the world as you see and reflect it, it is a luminous smiling world.

In the midst of ground and homes shattered in so many parts of the world, in the midst of falling bombs and crumbling shelters of home and heart, in the midst of family agonies and intentions-gone-wrong, as they so too often do, there is smiling. Human or lunar, there is smiling. There will always be smiling.

And so tonight, today, right now, for those who can see her from where we stand or sit and type, there is a smiling moon with all it brings, brilliant and bittersweet. She will wax and wane again and remind us of many more things, give us much to consider and appreciate, but tonight it is her smile that is the most beautiful thing.

By: Heather Marie Philipp

 

[Miss Critter]

that, Minnie. Thanks!