Essentials Needed For Ostrich School

Poverty is a state of mind. I read this quote from a Senator recently. It's his justification for taking away services from impoverished people. He wants them to understand that all they have to do is change their outlook. Once they put their mind into abundance, their situation will improve. In simply telling people the way to view life, everything will be okay.

Whoa! Stop and hold them horses. That doesn't work. People need first to be in a place in which their basic needs are being met, before they can learn about change through thoughts. When a person is figuring out how to feed their children, they're not reading gourmet cookbooks. Impractical, callous advice.

Hiding behind a philosophy is one way to justify becoming a full head in the ground ostrich. Another is to feed the hungry with vague, indirect charities that focus on feeling good over substance.

At a business recently, several teenage girls came in, singing heavenly sweet music. Then came the request for charity money. Most everyone in the place gave freely. Nice, huh?

Except they gave without knowing where the money was going. Were the girls legitimate? Was the charity was even real? When I read the cheap, plastic coated brochure, the charity was for poor people in the Philippines. My usual rose-colored glasses shattered with the doubt that the money ever wound up in the hands of the needy.

Who wants to face the poverty in our cities, neighborhoods, and outside our homes and workplace? Yuch. Poverty is ugly. It's prettier to only see what goes on in other countries.

Another fun escape is to 'know' that homeless want to live in streets, that there are plenty of livable wage jobs oozing to hire anyone with a body, and that everyone knows how to get them. I mean, if I could do it, why not them?

There is some truth to all of that. But it's on a case by case basis. Humans are complicated. Reasons for poverty are different for each person.

All this I say with the full recognition that I do little to help, as well. I've been lazy. Waiting and watching others do the work while I live my blessed life.

But I'm changing. Spurred by a greedy, anti Robin Hood administration, I'm volunteering, calling Senators, offering what I can. And this desire to do more is spreading.

From the ground up, individuals, groups and local governments have been taking up the slack. As most of us have never experienced before, lazy comfort has eroded. In it's place, activism has spread. Groups, coalitions, committees, fresh voices--all over the world, people have been taking matters into their own hands. There is positive coming out of the negative mudslingers from above.

We're also seeing and experiencing appreciation for what we had and have. Is this new appreciation because we finally recognize how good we've had it? Because we are witnessing five million refugees being torn from what they had?  Probably a mixture.

 Either way, we're waking up with a start, yelling, "Thank you for the blessings in my life! Now I want to go out and preserve it."

Our world is increasing in vibration. Love is pouring out like never before. In order for us all to benefit, we need to have basic living needs taken care of. Then we can teach about States of Mind, Positive Thinking, Law of Attraction. It is from there that the world will be more fruitful.

Every person has something to give. But when held back trying to figure out how to survive, contributions won't be given.

How are you handling our changing world? Comment below. Don't be an ostrich.

Oh, and if the world can increase it's vibration, then elephants dating giraffes makes perfect sense:

Ellie's ready to help her hungry friends

When the essentials are covered, let the mindful lessons begin.

Dolphin Divine,
Appreciating Abundance

How I Crossed The Line

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.    --Albert Einstein

The first time I was punched by a miracle, I was pregnant. At five weeks in utero, my son's heart began to beat. All at once, the newly formed cells got together and declared, "okay, on the count of three, we start beating for the rest of Diego's life."

Stem cells are programmed so that some are directed to become a heart, others a spleen, organs, skin, brain. Well, you know what the body consists of. As long as  you aren't stuck with being the colon, the cells take on their job with acceptance and humility. Not much to complain about. After all, they are about to become part of the amazing human body.

Cell career directives are interesting, but did not grab me by the throat and demand that I believe in miracles. Until I read about the beating heart.

Questions hit me like a truck full of cinder blocks. How did those cell clusters turned heart know to beat? Who started the count? Who set the cadence? Was there one cell in charge, a committee, or a group project? How do they know when to start, and that they should even start in the first place?

Not only do the cells start beating, they do it all at once. Logically, that would take programming. If it were just one cell, we could get away with saying that it was one rogue cell. The black sheep, rock and roller who decided to break away with a beat of it's own. But that is not what happened.

Diego's heart went from recent cluster, to liberated Beethoven orchestra. No conductor. No Friday night meet-up. No garage band practice time. BOOM! It was off and running.

You may tell me that the cells are manufactured with the ability to come together and start beating, all at the same time. That a cluster of cells can go from a teenie, tiny newly founded formation to the capacity to rule a life from innate instincts. But innate is a miracle all on its own.

I analyzed the options.

Pre-programming Okay, I can sweep away the heart issue by accepting that this is just how cells work. They have an agenda, and they do it, no questions asked. But to know the moment when all of your co-workers are going to start without ever having worked together before? Pre-programming does not apply here.

The liver As the foreman of the body, this could arguably be the music conductor. But he is not a musician. No drumming experience. Besides, this guy is too busy deciding which cells get to be the brain. No time to waste on being a band leader.

Blood pressure Heart presses the blood into pumping. not the other way around. No answer here.

After doing away with the cast of available characters, it boiled down to one choice. My hypothesis became this: the heartbeat plugged into a Universal Rhythm. Nothing else I could think up made any sense. With scientific deductions, it was the only plausible idea left for me.

There must already be a beat to harmonize with. A band to join. A jazz session playing. Everything set for my baby to connect to.

It was then that I crossed the line from a no miracle life to an everything miracle life. And once that line is crossed, there is no turning back. You are tar pit stuck in the land of wonder.

Once I traversed the frontier, I saw beauty. Faces that held little beyond a way of recognizing the owner, became special. Our cats napping in the sunshine went from amusing to poetic. Food from nourishing to an art palette in my mouth. Love to divine.

There are the little miracles: perfection in a blade of grass, windows to watch rain fall, fuzzy bunny socks.

Big miracles: the births of my sons, how bodies work, human achievements, evolution, language and communication.

Spiritual miracles; astral projection, Akashic Records, angels, animal spirit guides, past lives, paranormal, intuition, energy work.

Everything became a miracle, in a heart beat.

Book inspired by watching my youngest son, discovering the feet moving about were his own. Azier was experiencing his first miracle:

Click to experience a miracle with your child:

Post comments on the miracles of your life. We all have them.

Dolphin Divine,

Living A Miracle Life 

Result of Desire

Earth shattering news! I now have free tickets for whatever you have a hankering for, to be done with the Most Desirable Doable End Result, or MoDDER. Tickets are limited to one a week, with exceptions made for unexpected pop-ups of something potentially grand.

Limitations are set to ensure they won't be taken for granted. Tickets of this magnitude of importance have souls. They are potent suckers who demand well-deserved appreciation. And, like salt with too many cooks in the kitchen, over use can spoil your soulful soup. If I gave you unlimited tickets, you would use them for everything from constipation issues, to cheating at the lottery. Depreciation would sky rocket.

 Tell you more about these glorious tix? Well, okay then:

1. Firm Choices When you  have a confusing choice being thrown at your innocent face, use the ticket. You glare it squarely down, and firmly tell it that you want the Most Desirable, Doable, End Result from your selection.

Ask for clarity in which choice you should then make. Be quiet and humble, as if approaching a fawn for a camera selfie. The answer will come.

But, it may take a form you weren't expecting. Such as wondering which college would provide the best of everything for your life. The answer may not come as a letter screaming out that this is the place for you, signed by your personal angels. However, you could eavesdrop in-line at the flower market, and over hear a discussion of a university that has everything you've been searching for and more. The employees of MoDDERS can be rather creative in their correspondence.

2. Not Your Decision Use the ticket to ask for something that is not yours to decide on.

For instance, last week in traffic court, I told my ticket that I wanted the MoDDER. If you have ever fought a traffic ticket, you know that if the officer who gave the ticket doesn't show up, you automatically win. Out of the three people contesting speeding tickets, two officers showed up. The missing one was mine! Yey! I saved $276.

There is no guarantee that this will happen to you. But your odds of doing better than a non-MoDDER are at least a tsunami-sized percent better.

3. Tasty Twists There are sometimes twists in this stuff. Beware. Just because you didn't get the end result that you think would have been best, doesn't mean you've been ignored. It means that the MoDDER Spirit knows more than you do.

Say you go for a job interview, and don't get it. You may have even been thoroughly harassing your ticket for the job. It could be barely readable from you holding it with your daily meditation for hours on end, begging, pleading, falling to your knees.

Then you hear that some other smuck, whom you know was less qualified, got the position. After you rant and rave to friends, family, and strangers, take a breath and regain your faith. The Universe, that background checker of MoDDER tickets, knows more than you do. This, I guarantee.

It may turn out that a week later, an even better job simply falls into your lap. In the game of 20/20 hindsight, you will find the MoDDER was working full-speed ahead on your behalf the entire time. Because you are asking for the end result. Different than asking for a particular outcome.

If you ask for a particular conclusion , you are probably missing out on something more wild and foot-fancy free being able to grab you by the waist and wanfangle the Celebratory Dance.

Ticket Orders:
As my printer only has so much ink, I have devised an easy, efficient way for you to receive your weekly dose. Sit quietly in comfort, close your eyes, and envision the MoDDER ticket in your hands. It will suddenly appear, pre-assembled and ready for use.

To ensure your lifetime supply of MoDDER, say nice things, feel happy, and show appreciation for each redeemed ticket. Being thankful is key.

Post creative correspondences, uplifting outcomes, and frustrations in comment section below. Sharing stories keeps the world a sweet place to live.

Buy a book for a kid with a surprisingly happy ending:

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Dolphin Divine,

MoDDER Moderator

The Day After The Goal

Must have faith. Must be present. Must not sit at home and twiddle your thumbs.

What to read next? The Granddaddy of the Law of Attraction: Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill. You are probably like every other Abundance Seeker out there who has already read it. I feel like that clown in the corner, the one too ridiculous to have never sought it out. Like living in the 1960's and never having heard of the Beatles. So if you are in the minority as I am, or would like a fresh opinion on a Classic, keep reading. If you don't fall into one of those categories, read anyway. It will make me feel appreciated as a writer. Thank you.

Last night I got to Chapter Four, and here is what has hit me like the first time I visited a past life through an Akashic Record Reading...

set a date for your goal.

In other books, I've read that if you set a date, you could be limiting yourself. Something even bigger could have been planned for the next day. And I completely agree with that. So, in order to be open to the even bigger opportunity set for THE DAY AFTER, I am wording my goal with an allowance for more than I had asked for to occur. And, a continuous mind-set that the goal is the start of where I am heading. It is only getting better from here.

Setting a date has tamed the shrew of doubt within. Now, rather than focusing on the negative stuff that once kept me on a cycle, I'm seeing this as the last month of crap. Knowing that THE DAY AFTER, I will be living my dream, I'm taking the Affirmation with faith. The stuff that is hitting me now, has a shelf life. I can even hear the groans of the dying cycle.  

A friend told my that the reason many people don't get what they want is because they were never clear. Vacillation is confusing to a listening Universe. Set a date and heal the Vertigo Disease.

And here is where it can get a might bit confusing. If you are so clear and set on what you want, options for even better stuff can get knocked aside like a tipped cow. Be clear in your intention, while leaving the  door wide open for even better than you could have hoped for. Let your goal be a stepping stone.


Date setting can help with the faith part. It can also be the balm for being present. Rather than worrying about anxieties surrounding you, knowing that there is a light at the end of the tunnel may assist in freeing up your natural ability to be present. It's one thing to keep telling yourself to be in the in the Now, another to do it against a back drop of life stresses.

If you can legitimately tell yourself that the end of the bad will be gone by "Fill In Your Date Here", it's easier to knock clean away those ghastly stressors. Give them a shriek, a shrug, and a total blow-off. Tell them, "hey, you may be bad ass now, but just you wait until THE DAY AFTER. You won't even exist. Start packing, look for another home, move on. You ain't wanted here anymore."

Now don't go thinking that all you have to do is voice intentions twice a day. You have to be doing something toward it, every day. Want to sing in a Rock and Roll Band? Take a voice lesson and hang out with musicians. Want to join a circus? Learn how to ride a unicorn bike. Want to be a millionaire? Read the book every other Seeker has read.

My goal relates to writing--not a big surprise. So I listen to my Creative Writing teacher of oh, so long ago, and no-matter-how-tired, I write 'a line a day'.

Fill up that comment section at the end of this post. I am edge of seat smitten with knowing your intention, and watcha going to do about it.

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Dolphin Divine,
Dating Myself

Cling, Leap, Or Peep?

Mother Earth's Vibrations Are Increasing. Will you be a Clinger, Leaper, or Peeper?

Clingers want to cling onto the past. They want things to be as they were, comfortable and known. Which is understandable. Change, and venturing into the unknown, is scary. What if the future of a higher frequency planet is filled with wickedness, discomfort, and unwanted ways of doing things? Why mess with a good thing? It seems easier to stay where we're at, or go back to a time that was as warm and cozy as hot cocoa and a snugly blanket.

The clingers are not likely to continue on the earth at this time of rising frequency. If you wish to remain a clinger, most likely you will pass over into another lifetime. It will be one that more closely matches the one that you leave this life with. When you are someday ready to leap on into a faster earth, you can do it in a different lifetime. This is not a one-time offer.

This is a choice because we get more than one earth life.

Leapers are willing to move into the future. They're feeling like, 'Hey, change can be a good thing'. Some even embrace the move. While fear may still pop up like e-mail Spam, faith that all will eventually be well overrides reluctance. The leapers may even see the changes as an offering of love. They'll be ready to move on with the new earth.

If you feel ready to become a leaper, it is imperative that you see yourself in your dream life. Experience life, in this present moment, as one of a loving, accepting, supportive place to be. Set your sights on a future you, as a more positive person. One who is in the blissful relationship, abundant career, healthy home. Whatever you want as your dream life, envision it now. This will rock and roll your energy into alignment with the quivering planet.

Peepers are those few who have chosen to die in order to watch over us. In leaving their body behind, they're more able to watch over us through this transition. They become a wanted Peeping Tom. Most don't even know that their higher self signed up for this undertaking. Agreeing to be a peeper is made at a level that the earth-bound self is not generally conscious of. But they've agreed and are ready to go.

My aunt was one of these people. She left us last year, not wanting to leave behind her family. Recently, she contacted me to let me know she is watching over us all. She is better able to guide, support and direct us without the limitations of a body, time, and space. I would rather have her with us in the physical form, but she always was a giving soul. I am thankful for her presence.

Whichever side you wish to stay on, will decide your fate. However, you have the ability to change your path. You can go group hopping. Remember that. Fates are not forever etched on your soul like a fixed carving in a stone tablet. You possess the stone and the carving tools. They're in your spiritual tool box labeled 'Free Will'.

None of these groups are bad, wrong, or lacking of intelligence. One is not better than the other. You don't get to be smug and claim that your group is better, that the other side is filled with hateful and ignoramus folks. We all are affected by the shake. Which group you prefer is simply your choice in the three serving, meal deal.

Which category do you feel more compelled to stick with? Why? Post thoughts and comments in box below.

Now grab onto this pre-teen paranormal adventure that young people can get into:

Red Nectar, Part One of the Emily series

Dolphin Divine,
Sending love to Clingers, Leapers, and Peepers

How Split Tongues Can Come Together

There are two different languages:

First: Fear and Ignorance

Second: Wisdom and Compassion 

Fear is the danger pager. You get to play fight-or-flight. Run away, or put up your dukes. Whichever you choose, get it done and move on. Don't be the guest who wouldn't leave the party. 

All this passionate peril sounds like fun and games, until you over-indulge. Then fear sticks to your body like kudzu in Mississippi. It will wrap into your thoughts, and creep out in your language.Your tongue will be speaking the words of fear. Yuck!

Ignorance comes a swayin' up to people and says, "hey, I'm cool. Don't look at my history, Don't check out facts. Don't research and DEFINITELY don't educate yourself. Just listen to what I tell you, and everything will be handy-dandy-lemon-candy." It is the used car salesman, selling ice to an Eskimo.

Some one with a smidge of intelligence and an unjust heart can use fear and ignorance to manipulate others. They will inch their way into the uneducated brain, listen to words of fear, then mirror back what's being said. Except the mirrored image will be savagely bigger. Luring in unsuspecting, naive persons. Hypnotizing soft, eager minds and pushing in alarming lies.

Ignorance allows fear to grow.

Wisdom is the smarty-pants of the family. It is the one who studies before speaking, understands before judging, responds before reacting. Yes, this is mucho to handle. Being wise is not something that happens after reading one self-help book, or even from reading one of my blog posts (although, this will get you mighty close!). If there were a pill I could give that brought wisdom in a swallow, I'd be tossing one to every person I met. But alas, you have to do your homework.

But hey! Whatever you want to know, there are angels attached to you. They are frothing at the mouth, awaiting your request to download whatever information you want. The info may not come in a book delivered by Amazon Angel.com. It will come in a more creative way. Such as over-hearing a talk show host discuss what has been troubling you. Or passing advice from a co-worker. Ask for what you want, then listen for the answer.

An aside: angels can't help until you ask.

It's all about that whole free will thing.

Angels are not on FaceBook, or even have email accounts. I know, weird, huh? Best way to reach them? Meditate. From there, you can also access your Spirit Guides, Inner Self, and some dang good knowledge.

Compassion is the helper. The one who rushes out in the rain, snow and sleet to help an elderly person cross the street, anonymously pays the gas bill of a neighbor so they don't get cut off, and volunteers to host a refugee family. Excuses as to why they can't help are not in their vocabulary. Caring about others is part of their make-up.

Feeling blue and need a good ear? You know which friend to call--the compassionate one who will listen with minimal judgment. They are the type you want to marry. Long-standing relationships are in every pocket of their jackets. Be sure to always have a couple on your cell phone speed dial.

Wisdom and compassion: when pasted together can get you flying.

So, these two languages? They don't understand one another. The second can be kind to the first, even understanding. But really get one another? Not happening here, folks.

An interpreter is needed. And this is called Love.

Love speaks all languages. It can listen to both sides and help each side listen to each other. It casts light on the shadow of fear, awareness to the ignorant, and boosts wisdom and compassion to become the servant of the highest good.

Where do you find love? Well, in your heart, silly. It is the heaven that is inside you. Once you peel back the onion-like layers of your outer self, you will discover your original language of love.

Onion peeling is a journey. There may be crying when you cut in. But hey! Who said the journey had to be overly difficult and dull? Sauteed, grilled, fried or raw, onions add flavor to our lives,

What I would like to know, are your experiences with fear, ignorance, wisdom, and compassion. What ways have you seen love swoop down and talk the talk of both sides. Your input adds the accent needed to build on the language of love. Please, add your comments at the end of the post.

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Dolphin Divine, 

Student of the Love Language

Farm Our Future

All of the huhlabaloo we're going through in a Trump run country is exposing and intensifying fear and ignorance. It is part of an earth experience as the planet rises in vibration. But amidst the confusion, we can be looking ahead. The shadows will not last forever. What do we want, once the light has come back on?

Working together, we can plant the seeds of what we want to harvest. If we leave it to chance, who knows what we will end up with. This is our world. Let's set our earthly garden to the fruits that we prefer.

 Planning now as gardener custodians, our time of turmoil will be shortened. The Universe will not have to figure out what the heck we want. We'll have already put in our seed packet order. Create with our thoughts today what we want for our tomorrow.

Gardening Guidelines:

1. Keep your thoughts positive.
    The Universe does not comprehend the word 'no'. When I say that I don't want poverty, it only hears poverty. 'No, Against, Protest, Anti', these are all words that fall empty and meaningless in the quest for positive changes. What is left is exactly what we do not want.

Focus on what you want; bring it to life. Speak to the Universe in a language that it understands. It is filled with joy, bliss, peace, and love. That is where you need to come from as a gardener of the future. Speak the Native Tongue and you will be given what you want faster and easier. Think directly and clearly from your heart.

Rather than stating that you are against sexist comments, traffic, fracking, income inequality, keep to the positive.

2. Include everyone, as best you can.
    Our nation is being pulled apart. The gap between 'us' and 'them' is growing in too many groups to keep track of. There are the Republicans and Democrats. The Trump, Hillary, or previous Bernie supporters. Elite Liberals versus Rural America. Oligarchy families and the rest of us.

We can live in a garden that feeds us all. There is always a common ground. But finding it takes time. You need to be creative in your thinking. In the end, we all want the same things: peace, prosperity and the pursuit of happiness.

The more you push your side of an issue, the more people will fight against you. Saying you are Pro-Life tramples the view of those who state they are Pro-Choice. The more you argue your side, the more aggressively people will defend theirs. But there is an outcome that both sides want: loved babies.

As tough of a pill 'all-inclusive' is to swallow, it is one we need to inch toward. How it will happen, leave that alone for now. The Universe has a way of offering creative solutions beyond what we may be at a loss for in our present view.

3. Act as if your garden has come to fruition.
   Call out, thank you! If you were to see a world with all our your positive, inclusive desires sprung to life, appreciation would be a wild rabbit nibbling on lettuce leaves and savoring every bite. You would be throwing up your hands in glee, dropping to the soil and rolling in the mud. What a joy to behold.

If you are being thankful for what you 'see', then the Universe will rush to get it to you.

Three sentence examples:
Thank you for the perfect amount of clean, fresh water that is easily accessible to all sentient beings.
I am grateful that every person has their basic housing needs met.
It is such a rewarding experience that the world values animals by treating them humanely.

Planting a garden takes vision, time, and energy. You do not stare at a plot of land and think that the seeds will be sowed by you just standing around thinking about it. You have to break the soil and sow the seeds. It takes work, but the labor can be joyful.

Now is the time to be planting the seeds for the fruits that we are ready to devour. Whether we want it to or not, the world is pushing forward to a higher frequency. Rather than resisting by focusing on fear and ignorance, start planning for this better world today. Now is the perfect time to start.

Write your sentence in the comment section. Share your creative voice.

Divine Dolphin,
One of many gardeners.