Being Present in Grief

Posted by on Mar 15, 2017

    Being present with another is a gift like no other. A gift for yourself and the other. As I grieve the passing of my mom I have been forced to ponder what it means to be here, now. Ironically, this morning when I asked the Wisdom of the Oracle to give me a message about my mom, I pulled the card, “Here and Now”. The oracle told me that my mom no longer lives in the past nor does she live in the future. She is NOW, fully present and whole. She is one with the Consciousness and IS, always. So what does it mean for me to be here and now? As messages of condolences pour in, some through social media, chats, texts, phone calls, flowers, and some in person, I am learning much about being present for another. Being present for another means being Love for the other whatever form it takes. Love can be felt through any form, and so can the lack of it. Being present means putting aside all else and tuning into the person you are sharing “space” with in the now. In this space you can connect with another at a deeper soul level. You feel them, hear them, accept them, support them, and hold love for them. Time becomes irrelevant in the here and now. There is nothing else more important, neither does anything else exist other than YOU and the OTHER. You just ARE. This space is magical, mystical, and feeds the Soul. Here there is healing, peace, and comfort. When you are present you gift yourself with YOU. When you bring You to the Other, and the Other is fully present with You then time stops. Together you become part of the Whole. You are no longer alone. You become one and all. Being present is meditation. It is being the faucet that is connected to the Source, allowing the flow to pour through you into the container that you are present in. I know that when I am present with my Mom eventhough she has left physical form, she is flowing love to me from Source that she is forever connected with.  I only need to enter this space.  When you are Here and Now, the Divine flows through you. Jas Dhillon...

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Broken Heart Transformed Into Art

Posted by on Jan 8, 2017

I am sure you have heard the speech Meryl Streep gave sharing her perspective on the “powerful” man sitting in the most important seat in America while mocking the disabled and many many more. It was fascinating to see how Meryl captivated and touched her audience just by voicing her authenticity. She spoke from a place that held meaning for her. This was a perfect example of the ways we have the power to affect others through the personal energy we hold. The energy she held was of courage, authenticity, expression, empathy, compassion, connection, and expansion to name just a few. When I listened to her I could not help but FEEL inspired by her courage, feel connection for all lives regardless of social status, race, abilities and or disabilities, and feel respect, empathy, and reverence for the role each individual plays. All this occurred simply by listening to several minutes of her speech. How we think affects how we feel, act, and speak. How we feel, act and speak affects those who interact with us. This is because we are all energetic beings and we interact with one another at an energetic level. Although I don’t know Meryl on a personal level, never seen her in person, and do not know her likes and dislikes, still in just a few minutes of listening to her she had a lasting affect on me.She ended her speech by stating something very powerful and beautiful. She mentioned how her dear friend would say “Take your broken heart and make it into art”. This to me illustrates the power of healing, transformation, and creation. Many of us have had our heart broken by people who ridicule us, use us, abuse us, disempower us, and make us feel insignificant, worthless, and devalued. Living with a broken heart is like dying daily, it seems pointless. When we are in this place we may feel like that’s all we got and can’t see the possibilities in our hopelessness. We give up and feel like life is too hard and meaningless and even become suicidal. We may become angry or enraged and act out destructively from this energetic space. The possibilities are endless. But what if this broken heart could actually be made into art? What if it didn’t have to be a downward spiral? What if there was something beautiful waiting to be birthed? Art is beautiful, inspiring, captivating, inviting, moving, connecting, and creative. An artist simply expresses that which is within them that feels true to them. An artist feels what is coming through them and allows it to move through them, the result is creativity. What if our broken heart is just shattered pieces that need a meaningful expression? Perhaps the more painful the experience we have, the greater is the expression locked up waiting to be freed. Perhaps all the pain we carry is only an indication of the emotional energy that is bottled up waiting to be freed. Perhaps we don’t have to stay in our brokenness, or erupt in destructive ways. Perhaps the broken heart can be made into art. The truth is the broken heart can be made into art. This is the art of transformation and creation. As we feel, and heal, we transform and create. We let go of the old energy, or better said we transmute the old energy. We begin the climb reaching higher and higher. We begin to feel more empowered, and start standing in our authenticity. We begin to inspire others while we create our art. Your life is a beautiful story waiting...

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Turbans & Nail Polish don’t go together!

Posted by on Nov 4, 2016

Turbans & Nail Polish don’t go together! Do they?   I was in grade Nine returning back to school after Christmas Holidays. As I walked into my first class there was silence, gasps, exaggerated laughter, and dramatic reactions, and students falling off of their chairs as they caught sight of me. Before I left for holidays I looked like a “normal” Indian girl who had long dark hair, hoop earrings, and trying hard to fit into the high school scene. When I returned I was wearing a turban on my head, no jewelry, no make-up, and in plain clothes. Over the holidays my parents had sent me to a Sikh youth camp where I met many other kids, some of which are still good friends of mine. Together we learned about the Sikh religion, establishing a daily practice of prayer, meditation, playing musical instruments and singing Kirtin (singing sacred sikh chants). I remember the feeling of finding that which spoke to my soul. I found connection to something greater than myself. I found purpose and meaning. I eagerly adopted all the “inner work” practices, as well as the “outer appearance” practices. I felt I found the formula of being good! Herein lay the problem. I remember feeling proud winning the approval of my parents. I felt like I was the good child they always desired. I learned how to read Gurmukhi/ Punjabi within a month all on my own! I learned how to recite prayers, sing Kirtin, wear a turban and I became a fully baptized Sikh. I put my heart and soul into being a good Sikh, although I failed in some eyes. The day came when I had sang Kirtin in front of a house full of Sikh priests and families at a ceremonial gathering my parents hosted. I wore a turban, Indian clothing, and all the other traditional religious symbols Sikh’s wear, however, I was wearing something a little extra than prescribed. I wore nail polish on all of my nails. Little did I realize this would make me a Badass! As I walked down my hallway, I got stopped by one of the priests in my house. He pointed at my nails and said, “This is not good”. I silently walked away while processing what he said in my head. I examined how far I had come. I was a girl who couldn’t read Punjabi, couldn’t play a harmonium, couldn’t sing Kirtin, couldn’t recite Sikh prayers, never wore a turban, never participated in any religious ceremonies before this, and yet this Sikh priest could only see flaws in me. It felt disturbing. Something didn’t feel right. I realized then it was futile trying to be “good”, as being good depends on how others perceive you. The truth is no matter what you do there will always be those who find fault in you. In that moment I decided that I no longer would be good for anyone. What mattered was that I was good for myself! I invite you to examine your life. Where do you deny yourself for approval? Where do you hold yourself back while delivering what others expect? Where are you being “nice” or “good”, and for who? Where do you allow others opinions of you control you? Where do you care about the other more than you care for yourself? No matter what you do, whether it’s wearing a tuban, applying nail polish, sky diving, finding pokemon, or going dancing, do it because it makes you happy! Do it because it is what YOU want for YOU and not for an...

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We Teach What We Need To Learn Most!

Posted by on Sep 16, 2016

  “We teach what we need to learn most” they say. The meaning of this is sinking in deep within me. Growing up as a child I craved unconditional love, feeling happiness, being enveloped in peace, and having deep meaningful connections. I searched around me to obtain that which would give this ALL to me. Maybe it would be DOING this behaviour, BEING this way, STUDYING psychology, WORKING in healthcare, FINDING the husband, BUYING a beautiful home, HAVING that child, PARTYING with friends, FOLLOWING religions, TRAVELING to sacred places, JOINING groups and so on. Needless to say, none of this gave me what my soul craved. As what my soul craved was not found outside of me.  It craved ME. All I needed to DO was to BE with my soul. Connect with it. Love it. Experience happiness and peace merging my”self” with it. As I learn to merge with my soul and then see “outward”, my reflection is no longer the same. The mirror in which I see myself no longer shows me that which was. That which was lacking is now abundant. I have stepped into a magical land where creative possibilities are infinite. Our power is activated through our connection to our Spirit. So when someone says, “We teach what we needed to learn most “. I now see how that is my absolute truth. Jas Dhillon Image Artist, Angelica...

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Seeing the Mirror

Posted by on Aug 12, 2016

I packed my suitcase with expectations and hope and set out to visit the magic stream. I saw many allies and teachers surround me, and felt spirit of place move about. I visited the moon and witnessed the stars transform, my purpose was illuminated in the hearts of souls. I was given gifts of creativity, some known and some previously unknown. As I stood in the seed of creation I tapped into consciousness never experienced before. Tears that could not be explained, began to roll down beyond control. My hands tingled and I felt enormous, while deep peace filled my entire core. I met my goblin who reminded me, of all my limitations I had ignored. I began to listen and commiserate with him, and found comfort sailing in his boat. My observer rode along with me, watching in awareness all that would unfold. With my goblin I sailed, looking through the goggles it had given me to wear. Together we visited ghostlands, the land of lack and many others that called out. I saw all the wounded parts within me being projected onto those I valued outside of me. My nightmares were coming to life as I uncomfortably tossed about. I finally woke up to see the circus, all the monkeys swinging around. I stopped the boat and removed my spectacles, and decided that it was time to go. Stepping out I looked back at my goblin, with love and appreciation for illuminating my darkness. I took the path leading me back home, with gratitude beaming from my heart. I made amends with my teacher, graciously accepting the love that was always there for me. I tossed my pocket mirror behind me and built a full size mirror ahead of me. As I gaze into my new mirror, I recognize it shows me all I hold within me. When I do not see Love reflected back to me, that is when I step back and not forward. For it is In the distance that I can see the Truth, while up close I get sucked into the illusion.  Jas...

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Aged Perfection

Posted by on Aug 9, 2016

    To all the young beauties out there who think us older women want the youthful appearance you hold onto so dearly. Please know that if we had a choice to have a youthful appearance or aged wisdom we would choose being our aged wise self every single time. We’re like an aged cheddar, mouth watering, rich, delicious and always leaving you wanting more. A cracker comes in many shapes, forms, colours and can be made into beautiful perfection. However a cracker alone is just a cr…acker which easily snaps, cracks, crumbles and flakes. Aged Cheddar on the other hand transforms dullness into irresistible goodness, leaving all wanting to be in its company. We have put in our time and earned our marble throne. We sit in a place where we love ourself exactly as we are with all our imperfections. My dear cracker, enjoy the toppings you add to yourself now, as the day will come when you too will be able to stand alone, in your nakedness feeling your richness. Jas...

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