Golden Light of Protection

Recently I was reminded of how useful it has been to teach my children that they are always protected through my prayers and meditation. As parents we may not realize how important it is to affirm our children with this information, however this brief story may assist you in adopting a practice that I have used for over 25 years with my children.

Last month I chaperoned a group of students to North Carolina for a college tour. I was gone for about 7 days and my 14 year old son was in the care of his father. On Friday night of that week I was awakened from my sleep by the alarming ring of my cell phone. I didn't recognize the number but thought I needed to answer because it was 1:30am and possibly someone's emergency.

When I answered my son said to me, "Ma do you have Matt's mother's phone number?"

I was slightly taken aback, yet I responded calmly, "No, I don't have her number. Where are you calling me from?"

I could hear street cars in the background as he responded, "I'm on Bryn Mawr. They are suppose to pick me up but my phone died."

"When is the last time you spoke with them." I was working really hard to not be upset, as I focused on my breathing while looking diligently in my mind for a rescue option.

"I spoke to them before I left, but it takes an hour to get here from the south side."

"Who's phone are you calling me from." I asked finally realizing the unfamiliar number.

"This man standing with me on the train platform."

Okay, I am 800 miles away, my son is alone using a stranger's phone, and it's 1:3o in the morning. There was nothing I could do. I had one answer.

"Son, I can't help you."

He was quiet for a few seconds yet he remained calm realizing the dilemma we were both in. He softly said, "okay."

Before we ended the call I assured him that they were probably on the way to get him, having realized by now that his phone was dead.

After I hung up I took several more deep breaths and knew that all I could do was evoke God's protection. I went back to bed and quickly ignited the "golden light of protection meditation." I then went peacefully to sleep.

An hour later I was awakened again out of my sleep and this time the call was from my son's cell phone. When I answered he said, "Ma, I made it. I am safe."

I thanked him for the call and told him he did good. I then went peacefully back to sleep.

A couple of weeks later I was at his school for Report Card pickup and saw the parent that transported him that night from the train station. I gave her a big hug and thanked her for being on call.

She said, "He was a bit shaken up when we got there and I asked him where his mother was and he told me you were traveling."

Mrs. Saxx moved slightly closer as she made her next statement, "Then he told me that he was safe because you prayed for him and put a light of protection around him so that nothing bad could ever happen to him," lightly chuckling.

Although she was slightly amused by his remark, I could tell that she thought it was something truly profound for him to travel with that level of confidence in a city known to be fatally dangerous.

I stopped being defensive about my spiritual practices many, many years ago, so I didn't bother to elaborate on the effectiveness of this ritual. However, I did acknowledge her again as I smiled inside knowing that my son lived by a lesson I spoke to him when he was 8 years old:

"I may not be able to be with you most of the time, but remember that God is with you ALWAYS."

May we all place the "Golden Light of Protection" around our children and our communities.

~~Love and Light

Mu Shemsu-t

www.mushemsut.com

Golden Light of Protection

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Restoring My Soul

The first time I had the thought that I was “fucked up” came when I was 13 years old. You see, growing up it had become my Sunday ritual to attend church at the Hyde Park Bible Church on 51^st and Calumet on the south side of Chicago. My day would start with the 9am Sunday school and then we would have Bible Study and later Church Service. My favorite part was when I had the opportunity to sing in the choir. Understand, you and no one else could tell me I couldn’t sing, because my mother spent many years on the road accompanying Mahalia Jackson as her background artist; so singing was in my genes (at least in my mind this is how I figured it to be). Anyway, I loved church and reading the Bible and being committed to live my life to honor who Jesus was to me. Just a sweet little innocent girl thinking that the world still had some good parts, even though my mother had been institutionalized since I was five years old.

Let me give you a little more background . . . my sister, and my grandmother and my aunt would come to this same church that I attended on special holidays mainly Easter, Christmas and Mother’s Day. Otherwise you never saw them. And what was most peculiar to me was how easy they were able to experience the flow of the “Holy Spirit” into their being without much effort or surrender of any sort – at least that’s what I thought. I mean, every Sunday I would sit there in the church pew and pray as hard as I could that the Holy Spirit would come down on me. I wanted to be able to jump around and dance and holler with the same joy and gladness that everyone else seemed to demonstrate. I begged God over and over to let me receive the “Holy Ghost”. And, it never happened.

The last Easter Sunday that I attended church as a youngster my sister and grandmother came with me to see me sing. And it occurred to me, before I could even get my song started, they began to hoop and holler all over the place. I think my sister may have even passed out. And as I sit here sharing this story, I can’t tell you if I was mad because I couldn’t get my song out or because they "got" the “Holy Ghost” so easily; whatever the reason, I was done with God and Church from that day forward.

It didn’t take long for a 13 yr old street orphan to become a gang bangin', drug slingin’, weapon carrying, look out, sidekick. I traded my Sunday "go to church clothes" for jeans, t-shirts and bandanas for the remainder of that summer. If anyone noticed, they never mentioned it to me. I knew my life was fucked and I had no clue what do about it until four years later when I fell out of the bleachers at a football game and busted my femur bone, smashed my knee and hip. Thus, my initiation into the inner workings of my mind came to life. There are times that I may feel a sense of being out of whack, however I now use the following tools to reset my thoughts and remember the greatness that is me:

Silence

Sometimes this takes an hour or even a week, depending on what I am working through. This means the television is off, my cell phone is silent and only slightly monitored, and if at all possible no speaking. This process helps me to see what is driving my current actions and/or emotions so that I can ensure that I am moving consciously and not just reacting to what is happening in life. The drawback on this is that people in our lives don’t tend to value your quiet so they may feel a bit insecure and out of step with your pace. Where possible, let those around you know what you are doing and they can support you with your efforts and maybe even join you.

Surrender

The practice of letting go and allowing life to take on whatever is happening with you requires an invested amount of emotional intelligence to trust this endeavor. When we learn to surrender, flow and allow, we tend to become more relaxed and at ease with how our life is going. As a matter of fact, we stop attempting to manage so much of it and just enjoy living. Some people only get to this place when their bodies are run down and they become too sick to do anything else. Others just die.

Solitude

Learning to appreciate the stillness of the quiet and the peace of aloneness is a true gift to our spirit. In solitude I can clearly see how being driven and how attached I am to the material side of living which only stimulates my ego; yet never squelches my desire. This practice of solitude is something that I started about 20 years ago but I notice that it is far more difficult to put in play than it was back then. Turning off the cell phone, the television, music, FaceBook, etc., can really be a huge endeavor to do all at one time. And yet, this is what our soul longs for – just a short span of time to dispel the illusion and assist us in remembering who we are and why we truly matter to life.

Self-Care

Loving myself equates to healthy nutrition, meditation, prayer, clean healthy living, crisp clear nurturing water, exercise, fasting, detox, massage, intellectual stimulation, satisfying relationships and conscious breathing. It’s just that simple and I just run myself to the limit without including this in my day-to-day regime. No more! These are the important things for the sustenance of my existence and nothing is going to keep me from taking care of me.

It’s not often that I move into the space of feeling “fucked up” anymore, and sometimes I do get really close. Yet when I stop and look I can check to see if I have left out any of the above mentioned processes that I can stop right in the moment and put back in. I now am clear that restoring my soul is a matter of life and creativity. It’s the flow of our natural order and we may as well keep it in play, everyday.

Mu Shemsu-t

www.themasterforce.com