Optimism & Fun, unexpected weapons for troubled times

You have to own them and use them to combat the lower frequency vibrations that are so insipid; and I am not talking about sticking your head in the clouds. This takes grit.

an image of fun (that’s what I told the image generator here to create…and the thing he is doing with his fingers better not be a Masonic hand gesture. But if it is, SO WHAT. So what….and I just researched it, because I had to. It is the Smiling Buddha gesture, which is perfect. God seems to like my post. I see a Thumbs Up. I am going to take that in. Let’s add humor to what I am talking about below. That is the weapon of a Light Warrior as well and an important one.”

As I set out for my morning walk, I was sad again. Again. Dang. I thought to myself how I had written about it when it hit me hard and unexpectedly in Costa Rica after visiting a beautiful waterfall.

“Come on now, Terra. What’s going on with this?”

My friend and fellow writer here, Christopher Cook, had mentioned many people seem “down” right now. He can see it in their posts.

My last two have started with a short list of new things happening in my area of the world that I don’t like. And things I don’t like quickly lead me to these emotional frequency states: Despair, Anxiety, Grief, Anger, and Hopelessness.

And you know what those are now don’t you? Those are a version of Hell.

I don’t care how great things are. If I am lost in those frequencies, feeling them, and vibrating with them, I am in Hell.

Which reminded me of Fun.

I was on a walk, in a gated and incredibly exclusive community. Dappled light danced on the high, hand made stone walls I was strolling by. It was falling through the needles of the cypress trees. Things were peaceful.

And I am a Warrior of the Light.

Enough of this focus on chem trails and things I don’t like. Enough of this Despair.

So I asked myself this question:

“What would be fun for you today Terra?”

It is a question that honestly, was not asked as I grew up. It is certainly not that my parents did not desire me to have fun. My dad built a teeter totter out of wood, they got a trampoline, and he strung a tire from a tree for my sister and I.

I think they were happy when I was having fun (if the activity was within their idea of reason).

But I woke up to the daily schedule of hurry to get to School, which was not fun, where I tried to survive by pleasing people and learning what they thought was good for me…things like workbook pages, and bells, and lights that made me need glasses.

At School no one asked what would be fun for me or what interested me. My mother did a great job of funneling me into writing reports about esoteric things like Kirlian Photography, The Wright Brothers (possibly since she sensed my aspirations to be a pilot and explore the world), and The Findhorn Garden where people talked to Faeries.

But those ideas came from her and not from School.

School stressed me out.

And the world right now is trying hard to do the same thing and honestly, I have had enough of it.

I am going to have some Fun.

And that doesn’t mean I am going to grab a beer, throw a huge steak on the grill and smoke a cigar, as some recent party goers at my shared house were doing last night as they plunged loudly in the pool below as I tried to watch a Harry Potter movie for the twentieth time in my bed.

No. Fun means I am going to notice that dappled light.

Fun means when my friend drives by in his little Suzuki jeep with his girlfriend and rolls down the window and shouts out, “Buenos Dias!” to me as he tours her down the cul-de-sack where I am walking after dropping off a bunch of oranges for Iris to juice at my house, I am going to take a moment to feel Happy about that.

I am going to realize that today, I get to buy some fresh orange juice and that I bought some yesterday and already drank it. Fun is realizing I see myself as a new addict when it comes to fresh squeezed orange juice and that if people knew how much I drank, especially the ones that only believe in eating steak, drinking beer, and smoking cigars, they might think I have a problem with Sugar, and I could CARE LESS what they think.

Fun means Attitude.

After I looked at those leaves, I thought of the story my mom likes to tell from the book the guy wrote about living in a concentration camp. It is a famous book and he is a famous man. But more important than that is what he did that he wrote in that book, which my mom likes to repeat.

You know what he did in the midst of living in the Hell of that place?

He looked down at the concrete and he saw a tiny plant pushing through, and he took that and Used it. He Used it as a Weapon, to feel some Light in his Heart.

And That, THAT, is what I feel we are all called to do.

A few months ago I sat on the beach in El Zonte in the morning and felt the energy of different things in my body. Things like “I am worthy of Love.” “I am worthy of Care.” “I am worthy of Money.” and simply: “Fun.”

And it was working pretty well. I made a guided audio and posted it here and I also received a large and unexpected check in the mail.

But I didn’t realize what I was really doing, and that is, I was choosing to live in a state of Abundance and Joy.

Now, I haven’t been doing that practice every morning.

And that’s ok.

None of this is about THE THING you do and not doing it enough or too much.

In the end one thing matters and that is you and how you feel. THAT in itself is incredibly disruptive.

If you feel Scared or Anxious, there are forces out there with beguiling news feeds ready to sell you their idea of stuff. Some of it may be good for you and some of it not. But if you are not living from your heart and embodying a little joy, none of it is going to matter anyway.

So let’s try something together this week.

Let’s try starting the day like this:

“What would be fun for you?”

And really think about it. What would be fun for you today?

For me, nothing changed about my plans. I made my cacao, took my walk, am heading to do some yoga, buy juice from Iris, go to Soya to pick up supplements, lunch and groceries, and finish (I hope) editing two more chapters of my book.

BUT, and this really matters, but…when I asked myself that question, I felt that HOW I would do those things could be different.

I could do them annoyed about loud guests at the house last night, annoyed about chem trails, anxious about where I will go after I put my stuff in storage and spend a week at the beautiful hotel I have booked in Ataco, telling myself that my book is too long and my writing is bad, noticing that my stomach is not as flat as I want and forcing some extra hard yoga poses into my practice.

Or I can say, “NO!!!! NO!”

“I am a Warrior of the Light and I, I TERRA BROOKE, am going to spend today HAVING FUN. And no matter what heads my way, I am going to look for plants growing through cracks in the sidewalk.”

And when I do that, I am Free and so are you.

And THAT, that is why I think you and I came here.

Don’t be hard on yourself if you got or get lost in HELL. It happens to us all and it will happen to me again.

But now I am a tiny bit more aware and I have another tool in my arsenal. A very tiny and covert one that is actually filled with grace and power. Because you know what? No matter what you or I do, there is absolutely no reason it can’t be fun.

So let’s go have some of it.

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*And don’t argue with me here. This is not in the audio I already recorded above and it is coming to me to say to you now. I remember my teacher, Beverly, telling me about her brother who was in the hospital, with terminal cancer. He was doing handstands in the hall. If you are in pain, that is real. It is not something to bypass. Sometimes it is so loud, it is all you can feel and it needs care. CARE is just as much a tool as FUN. Sometimes we, or other people, need it more than anything else. Pick your tool. And step out of HELL. It can be done.

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