To Serve

Recently I had to write this for my school that I am beginning in the near future.  The Voice in my head instructed me that this will be fitting for our second to last entry before moving on with our/my Life.

Reasons Why I Serve My Country

The reasons why I serve my country basically come down to what the five year old version of me wanted to be when he grew up.  I wanted to be a fireman.  The basis of the thought behind this was to save and protect people, and not to just ride around in a big red truck.  I grew up in a family where the last period in which anyone served was WWII.  My grandmother told me about how guilty my grandfather felt about not being able to follow suit with his brother-in-laws serving in the Army.  He had been disqualified due to having rheumatic fever as a child.  There was nothing that really struck me while growing up that the military was my calling.  I just knew that I had great uncles that served, and a grandfather who was unable to.

Years later, a target of opportunity arose virtually out of nowhere.  What turned from a prank being played on my step-father from one of his friends, became a pivotal change in my life.  Someone had signed my step-father up for the Marines.  A packet of information was delivered, he laughed it off, and I picked it up.  It’s hard to describe the feeling now that it has been 23 years, but something shifted inside me.  I wanted this.  It was the perfect fit for me.  However, life has a funny way of shaping our destiny and my former spouse figured that our life would be much better if I were not serving in the Marines.  I compromised and left service in pursuit of a bachelor’s degree in History.

Eventually the brief tributary stream I was on corrected its course back into the main river.  I was once again back in alignment with myself, but this time as an Army officer.  The Army did not turn out to be a good fit for my former spouse.  The death of my mother and the divorce from my wife in such a short time span did not work well with me either.  I found a new branch in the river as I continued my journey in the civilian world for a second time.  Once again I was drifting away from my true nature.  I am very fortunate that branches and tributaries can always find their way back to the true source of the flow.

I had the tremendous opportunity to instruct marksmanship to Marines serving in Security Forces.  I watched children in Afghanistan play with rocks for toys, having a blast, and thinking about the life of American children in comparison.  I played a minor role of a much larger picture with the Sons of Iraq.  There are so many things that I can look back on with a sense of pride and fulfillment.  However, after 23 years, I do not have a sense of things winding down.  I feel like I am just getting started.   I am just getting started.

Another shift occurred two and a half years ago in my life.  A profound shift in nurturing the development of mind, body, and spirit had commenced.  When you change the way you eat, then you will change the way you think.  You will change the way you feel.  My feelings for service were profoundly changed.  When I began to develop the best parts of myself I realized that my commitment to the Army intensified.  I began to see something else in me.  I became a better leader, and after six months of this shift, my senior leadership saw it as well.  I received a second command so far removed from the flag pole, and big Army oversight, that the level of responsibility to be the best, even more so increased.  Another by-product of becoming your best version is that everyone around you is affected by a positive work climate.  The shift in my life is still at work and propelling me forward.  There is no going back downward again.

Serving in the Army is not about the paycheck.  It is not for the action, thrills, or travel to exotic lands.  I serve my country to honor my family, and out of respect for the ones who have served in the past.  I serve the Army to create the most positive experience that Soldiers can possibly have, and point out the best parts of themselves while I’m doing it.  I serve the people of the United States because they deserve to have the best leaders in care of their sons and daughters.  Most of all though, I honor the five year old version of me, and I am a guardian of this nation for him.

Mirrors

22 April Update:  Huh.  Weird.  Generally I never update anything and rarely do the hindsight thing.  Apparently, Just For Today, I am doing just that.  It occurred to me on the run this morning to make this update.  To express the Idea that this IS possible if you can clean the gunk off your Mirror.  Not just clean the gunk off, but more…Polish the Mirror.  Polish it so fresh, so shiny, that you can finally see You and All Possibilities of You.

Polish your Mirror, my Friend.  22 April Update Complete___________________

Almost a year ago I had a Feeling.  A feeling that every choice I make is the right one.  No matter if it even has the appearance of a poor choice.  Something started to form in my Mind and Heart that the choices I was making (from now on) were for the Highest Possible Good.  I mean…after the Shift, I felt the whole Mirroring Effect of what I send out Energetically comes right back to me.  Basic Law of Attraction physics stuff.  To put it plainly, good thoughts reflect back good things coming into your life as well as the reverse effect as well.  I’m going to try and get this out of me the best I can and hopefully make sane enough sense for the apparent crazy notion.

The Thoughts and Feelings came to me about the Infinite possible futures that lay ahead of me.  Every one of those possible futures depending upon every single action I create in the present moment.  It’s almost as if the Present Version of Me is continuously sending out a signal and I am continuously receiving reflections from all the possible future outcomes and as I am in tune with my Higher-Self, am able to discern which choice I should make…….without thought, or rather over-thinking, just a DO-ing.  So the present Me, the one living in Harmony with Self, is out to create the best possible future for not just me, but for All Beings.  Everyone and Everything.

So art really is not my forte.  I drew the cover photo on my office white board when the Idea/Feeling was building a year ago.  It’s a really vague depiction.  My apologies for any who are so inclined to care at the gravity of my poor imagery.  One thing (an infinite thing, hah), is that you only see the One possible hallway of mirrors so to speak as opposed to the infinite possible number of mirrors which would be incredibly difficult considering my artistic skill level.  Another is that I break it down to one day, one week, one month, three months, etcetera.  In Reality it would be a reflection of every instant from every possible future reflecting back to me and up to me to choose…without thinking.  I know.  Crazy.  How to make sense of something like that.  A statement.  Not a question.  You don’t.  You can’t.  Just Do.  And Know with Full Faith and Confidence that all you do is for the Highest Good in the Universe as long as you are living in Harmony with your Highest-Self.

Tending My Garden

Ok I admit it.  I use analogies way too much.  However, this was truly the first that I used.  The Garden.  I am the Garden.  Five months into the Shift, May 2013, this became the first analogy.  Through my Inner Journey I had found the Optimist Creed by Christian D. Larson, which eventually led me to his book in which the Optimist Creed begins with, Your Forces and How to Use Them.  Then as I began to continue my tumble down the rabbit hole, a whole world/Universe of Christian D. Larson began to manifest in my life, namely The Pathway of Roses (among many others now).  That book took me to a place I was not expecting, and as I have found over and over again, things in life just unfold and blossom as they were intended to.  In my Mind, Body, and Spirit, I became like a flower garden where the sun is always shining.  It just needed tending to.  Not every now and then.  DAILY.  It is so important (for me, and would like to think for everyone) to start each day off perfectly.  Wake up with a smile and grateful to start anew.  And in the spirit of keeping the perfect morning going, I had to tend my Garden daily.  What do you do for a garden.  Give it plenty of water (preferably not tap or bottled), enrich the soil with just the right nutrients, plenty of sunshine, talk to it/give it Love, and oh so so important… to pull the weeds.  Daily.  For me this is starting the day with expressions of Gratitude to the Universe/God.  Prayer, affirmations, prayer, meditation.  You have to pull the weeds EVERY DAY.  They will creep back in and grow before you know it.  So I will open myself up a little more than I usually do and put down here my beginning prayer that I say every morning from The Pathway of Roses: To live always in the Secret Places of the Most High. To think only those thoughts that are inspired from above, To do all things in the conviction that God is with us, To give the best to all the world with no thought of reward. To leave all recompense to Him who doeth all things well. To love everybody as God loves us, and be Kind as He is Kind, To ask God for everything and in faith expect everything, To live in perpetual gratitude to Him who gives everything. To love God so much that we can inwardly feel that My Father and I are one. This is the prayer without ceasing, the true worship of the soul. I guess it’s fitting that I started publishing only on the 20th of each month and this 20th happens to coincidentally fall on the Spring Equinox.  Lots of crazy cool energy out there my friends.  Be safe, think positive.  Always.

Jag

It’s truly amazing how well people take care of their cars.  I used to
really care of mine as well.  Wash’er up at least once or twice a month, put
that shine on, show’er off.  Now I just cruise around in my scuffed up
silver Focus.  I like how it’s scuffed up.  After the Shift, the Focus had
an unfortunate incident where one of my neighbors must have decided that
backing up into my left (driver’s) side rear fender/bumper area was a good
idea.  Got her pretty good.  Instead of getting mad, I went another way.  I
decided to like it.  It was like me now.  Focused and scuffed up.  The Shift
had focused me, life had scarred me.  Long story, unnecessary here but my
left upper arm looks like I may have been bit by a shark (with some retained
titanium hardware to boot hah).  So for the past couple years I had thought
of myself and my car as reflections of one another (of sorts).  A couple
months ago I was thinking about THE main vehicle though.  Me.  I Drive Me.
Through the Shift I took the necessary steps to come into harmony with my
three aspects of Self.  I ingest only the most effective and efficient
Superfoods.  I take him on long drives (running) and conduct other levels of
vehicle maintenance and conditioning (strength training).  The computer
systems gets regular calibration tweaks (Lumosity, binaural beats,
affirmations).  The best thing I like most about my vehicle is.I love him.
Taking my time, waxing the surface, it is so clear that I see something
tremendously fundamental.  I see Me.  I see me looking at Me (daily
meditation).
So one early morning waking up for work (around 0115ish), I heard the Voice.
He (Me) said, you (I) are (am) a Jaguar.  In general as it is I have a
cat-like personality.  I believe it was picked up by the cat I had in my
early developing years and as an empath, I may have taken on some of those
traits, but anyway, neither here nor there in this instance.  I received the
word, the word was I Am the Jaguar.  Not the cat.  The car (the body
vehicle) that I drive.  Later at work I found a picture online that I
printed out to have on the wall to remind myself that I am the Jaguar.  It
was silver and a convertible, very sleek.  I think it may have lasted a
couple days on the wall until I was reading about something and saw “black
jaguar”, knew in an instant I needed to change the picture.  As I am typing
this out (I love how the Universe continuously unveils things before me), I
just realized something.  The cat that I grew up with that had such a
profound effect on me from early childhood, George.  She was an all-black
cat.  I Am the Jaguar, and my engine purrs.