Mr. Happy Man

While in Film School I learned a lot about the power of the documentary and the short film.  That feature films are simply one powerful way to communicate.  And then I stumbled on this little 10 min. film about a man named Johnny Barnes, Mr. Happy.  He lives in Bermuda and every day at 2 am he gets up and prepares for his day, packs a rolling cooler with food and water, grabs clothes for bad weather, dons a hat and walks out the door to stand at a busy intersection of traffic for most of the day.  His reason for being there?  To throw a smile, a kiss to every passerby and tell every person on foot and in a car…. that he loves them.  He is in his 80’s.

I want to share this video with you not only so that you can experience the infectious quality of his smile and his loving heart but to pose the question:  What simple act of love and kindness can we EACH do, simply for the joy of doing it?  How can each of us make love and happiness the reason for getting up in the morning and going to bed at night?

Please simply click on the Karma Tube link below to watch.

This is a tribute to our humanity.  Enjoy!  Maya

Video from KarmaTube

Surprised by Life

I have been on the road for six months now.  And most of those Road Trips taken were without being able to drive my car.  My legal rights to a driver’s license buried in some endless bureaucracy.  At first, I felt like the inability to legally drive would become a boulder sitting right in the middle of my life and block my deep intentions to follow the flow of where the river would take me.  For a month or more I reacted and resisted this interruption in my perceived plan.  Once the likelihood of driving wherever my heart led, was challenged, I relaxed into the “interruption” and began to relate to it as a gift.  “What might this unwanted experience provide for me that I could not have known or perceived without it?”  And the answer was: “Surprise?”  The answer was,”The unexpected”.

What I am coming to understand is that MY “plans” are only one possible future.  And my attachment to the outcome of those plans can limit my life.  If I could have driven, my two week stay with my daughter with an intention to drive North to Maine would have me leaving Asheville.  But, because I had to pause for a moment, breath, let go of my attachment to any outcome, I stumbled into my own desire to create a website while waiting for what I thought would be a few weeks before the debacle of my driver’s license was behind me.

I interviewed two people for the job and hired one.   Mary Long brought love, joy and creativity to my creating a clearer identity and I hired her.  Richard Gannaway was equally as gifted, but somehow in our interview we never truly discussed my budding website, but fell into a mutual love for music, for his work as a composer, singer and musician with AO Music.  Richard sent me home that day with his newest album and my life changed forever.

The music did what music only can.  It opened a part of me long-buried and reminded me of a part of myself that had forgotten a core inspiration in my life which lead me to aligning my self with AO Music and it’s care for changing hearts and helping children.  My life ignited. If I had driven away as planned I would have missed Joy breaking into my life.

 “The Law of Attraction is responding to your thought, not to your current reality. When you change the thought, your reality must follow suit. If things are going well for you, then focusing upon what is happening now will cause the well-being to continue, but if there are things happening now that are not pleasing, you must find a way of taking your attention away from those unwanted things. You have the ability to quickly change your patterns of thought, and eventually… your life experience.”  Abraham

I stayed much longer in Asheville than had been planned.  I had time to sit inside of my own dreaming, my own inspiration and my deepest wants and desires and could not “drive away from them”.  The minute I claimed these hopes and dreams my energy changed, my happiness increased and as the law of attraction is trying to teach us, suddenly and immediately people, ideas, opportunities and gifts that MATCHED those dreams and inspirations began to flood into my life. I was offered the chance to write a screenplay and then to attend The Film School in Seattle.

Tom Skerritt, The Film School

I did not chase my dreams in my car. I couldn’t.  I did not make a ten point list of goals for the year to tick off one by one. I waited, I practiced deep self inquiry and I listened to promptings that had been drowned out by my assumptions about my life and what I should be doing.  And in return, the Universe was given room and space to spill into my life with opportunity that I could not have seen.

Since “having my wings clipped”, so to speak by unforeseen circumstances, I have found that in fact, I do not need a car.  That I do not need to spend all that money and gas for something that I have done just fine without.  I can stop polluting the planet.  I can create a slower pace instead of knowing that my car is right outside my front door so I can dash anywhere.  That has been another surprise.  The cost of a periodic taxi, taking the bus when I am in an urban area, being a passenger with a friend who I get a chance to chat with, and generally limiting how many places I need to be in a day has slowed me down to a rhythm that I am liking. That is healthier and more centering.

I have spent time on the ocean in Washington with Icelandic Ponies, I have lived in a hotel for a month while going to The Film School here is Seattle, I have aligned my life and heart with a cause to open the heart through music. I am nearly done with the first draft of the screenplay I have been asked to write.  And my website reflects the constant unfolding of me as I move toward being the most authentic expression of myself.  And come the end of May, one year after the death of my mother, my daughter, who I have been staying with in Asheville will be moving.  The lease is up.  And the question that comes back round is:  What’s next.  Where will my next stop be?  I cannot wait to be surprised!

I was directed in a scene by Tom Skerritt as the infamous “Mrs. Robinson” from the movie The Graduate.  Acting is NOT my forte so I will stick to being a writer!

AO Music Wins Best World Music Album of 2011

I am over joyed to be partnering with AO Music.  There is such love and heartfelt work happening between music and children in need through the AO Foundation. This last year we won the best album of the year for World Music and are working on a forth album to be released next February. We also were accepted on the innovative fundraising initiative, Kickstarter. Visit us there to find out what $10 can do and hear some of the new music.

AOMUSIC is now live on Kickstarter to help fund their new album! The group is scheduled to record children this year in Nepal, Ireland, Germany and Haiti, which will need to take place on location. Please visit AOMUSIC’s Kickstarter link, and pass it around!

May 18th is the deadline for their funding goal!

CLICK HERE FOR THE AOMUSIC KICKSTARTER PAGE

And The Winner Is

I have been in The Film School here in Seattle for five days and some undetermined amount of hours.  I have lost track of when the sun rises and sets, since all my classes are in a grey walled room with no windows and too many banks of florescent lights.  Even though the Seattle Needle is right outside the front door, the Monorail runs overhead and I can smell the waterfront, I only can imagine these things since the four walls of the school are where I will spend every minute of daylight for the next three weeks.

I live by day in a utilitarian room built to show clips of now famous films at the drop of a hat.  Lights on. Lights off.  We then all scramble to determine the arc of the scene, the intent of the character and the question the protagonist is missing the answer to, but chases for 120 pages. We watch Cassavetes, Newman, Altman and countless directors shape films that will live in us forever.

I am in this room for about 10 hours in a day, with an hour for dinner that starts at 4pm when we should all just be having “happy hour” to drown our sorrows, as we realize we are green writers at best. We crawl out of the womb of film at 9pm.  Homework till midnight and by then who gives a crap when you showered last, you flop into bed with all your clothes on, forgetting when the last time you shaved your legs was.

At the end of each day I gather my arsenal of pens, papers, my computer, water bottles, energy bar wrappers that are strewn over the table I share with 19 other shell shocked soldiers of fortune, throw everything into an all too heavy back pack and head for the solace of my hotel. The Mediterranean Inn.  When I push through the now very familiar doors, Cory, who is on duty for the late night shift says, “Ms. Maya?  How was your day in class?  I smile, not having a clue what to say except for, “I found out today I like acting.  Who would have thunk it?”.   And, did I say I am exhilarated?  Did I say that I am exhausted but blissed out to the nth degree?  I will next time he asks.  And Cory always does.

This school is one of a kind, founded, directed and taught by those who have a burning desire to teach a new wave of screenwriters the ancient craft of story telling, long ago lost on Hollywood.  They are reminding us how to craft a story with rich characters and endless tension.  The hero at the center the quest is the driving force of the story and write with few words, with ample non-verbal information and with dialogue sparse and too the point.  Sound easy?  It is grueling. It is yoga with a pen.  It is bootcamp.

I am mentored by famous actors like Tom Skerritt of Alien, A River Runs Through It and Mash.  I have teachers who have written award winning screenplays, have won Oscars and are clear that “story” is everything to any movie and unless we as writers know how to tell that story we will go the way of thousands of writers every year: into disillusionment and back to our jobs at Starbucks.

And I have one amazing man who is changing my life by the minute.  Stewart Stern.  Oscar winning screenwriter of Rebel Without a Cause, The Ugly American and the right hand man for decades to Paul Newman and JoAnne Woodward.  He wrote Sybil with Sally Field and also won the Oscar.  Stewart is 90 years old.  He teaches us about the power of words.  When he speaks to us, he speaks of how his personal life informed every word he wrote for every movie he made.  Every mother was his mother, every troubled teen was his life up on the screen.  We all listen to him until the late hours as he shares his journals and his stories of how his life is the movie he writes over and over again.  Stewart reads to us complete with cookies and milk,

 I put the crusty bread and cold slabs of butter in my mouth with a spoonful of hot soup and the mixture of the cold and hot, the melting butter and the edge of bread in my mouth, took me back to another time when I was sick in bed as a child.  The combination brought back my mothers care of me when I was sick.  I suddenly recalled my entire boyhood room and my mothers steps up the stairs on a winter day. I remembered my mothers foamy egg nog, left by my bed in the sick room and the photo of Johnny Weissmuller I had seen in the barber shop window.  Mother had gone out to Columbus Ave., to the shop there and she bought it for me.  Her face was cold and her nose was running when she arrived back to our house and I made her tape his photo to my window pane so I could look at it from my bed.  I suddenly knew why I had wanted to be sick as a child;  so my father could find stature as the doctor in our house and my mother could show me love that was so hard for her to show most every day of my life.”

Stewart makes every story a tasty morsel that no screenplay can do without and that each of these stories are universal.  When he finally wears out and needs to pack up the dozen photos of him in WWII or the pictures of him with Paul Newman or winning an Oscar one after the other, I float home.  A dozen hours a day with Stewart would simply not ever be enough for me.

But, I am told that to be a writer, a real and deeply meaningful writer, I have to understand the story as the actor and the director would.  So, yesterday acting classes were followed by classes on direction.  What do I know about such things?  Well, apparently more than I thought. And I am thrilled with the opportunity.

At the beginning of the day yesterday I was handed a surprise script.  I had to ACT!  The first of the day.   Piece of cake I thought as I shook, knowing I had never acted a day in my life.  Maybe I would play a pensive housewife, or maybe a political figure with wisdom like Meryl or Helen Mirren and with something poignant to say.  I hoped for a meaty roll to test my true metal as an actor.  But, that is not what happened.

I got the part of a 16 year old girl siting in the back seat of a Subaru with my 34 year old leach of a professor, played by the hottest young guy in the class.  Not only did I have to be 16, but a sexually molested messed up teen, one that had never done drugs before and I had, in the end, to come on to my professor with a out of the box line that went something like this:  “I know you want to fuck me, so just go on and do it!”.  I fell out of my chair hoping that someone much more qualified would jump at the chance for a juicy part like this, but NO.  The job fell to me.  And this was the first scene of the class.

Me, Hot Guy and Tom Skerritt directing.  Oh and did I say I had to jump my co-star in that cramped back seat and have a long passionate kiss?  This new married guy with a 20 month old boy?  Yep!  That’s right.  Me the grandmother of the group and Hotty Boy. I knocked it out of the park, to my own surprise.  Who knew there was an actor lurking in the depths of my screenwriting?  And tomorrow I get to direct another students scene that looks something like The English Patient.

But, before the day was over a surprise guest walked into the classroom.  This woman was so unassuming that I thought that she was a secretary at the school or maybe she was someones mother in class.  Thelma Shoonmaker.  Three Oscars, 22 nominations,  and the editor for all of Scorsese’s films.  She just sat in a chair and talked about 40 years as an editor for films that will go down in history.  This is a daily occurrence.  And I am only on day…5.  16 to go. Pinch me now!

Thelma Schoonmaker

So, it is midnight and I think I will wash my hair, wash out a pair of underwear in the sink, put some hot water to boil on my one hot plate and go to bed.  All I can say is that I am nearly 62 years old  and finally finding out the truth about following my heart and doing what I deeply love.  This choice leads to more of the same.  More of what I love, things with more heart and inspiration and way more joy.  I wonder why it has taken me so long to simply do what I love?  Now I will get to find out if the money will follow. It is certain to.  Or maybe I just won’t even care. This adventure is already worth its “wait” in gold.

From Rural to Urban

New Stop….Seattle.  I have just spent one month in a place, cut off from the United States but still part of Washington.  Point Roberts.  You have to go over the Canadian Border, drive a bit and then go back over the US border to get there. Then to go shopping at the nearest Safeway equivalent you have to do that all over again.  The rub?  Sometimes the border crossings are an hour wait.

But, Point Roberts turned out to be a haven for my writer’s soul:  Pastoral, wild, rural and  bordered on three sides by the Strait of Georgia. And if the solace was not wonderful enough, the place was crawling with film industry writers, producers, camera men and great interest in the screenplay I am writing.  I found that as I kept aligned with my inspiration to tell a story, to care for self and find joy in the beauty around me, I continued to experience the magic of living in the flow.  Wonderful people and experiences have flooded my life and led me to deeper and more meaningful expressions of myself.  But time was up and I needed to head for Seattle.  My next home for a month.

Seattle is where I will be attending The Film School (www.thefilmschool.com) to immerse myself in a month long intensive bootcamp for screenwriters.  Working with Tom Skerritt  (A River Runs Through It) will be amazing.  My hope?  To polish a form of writing that is not a perfect fit for wordy ole me and to create a final version of the story I am currently writing.  As I will most likely be the age of most of the other participants parents, I am excited to have this opportunity to strip down to the most basic me, pull out all my writing weaknesses and build my skill as a screenwriter.  Somehow, at this moment I am remembering Demi Moore in GI Jane and a shudder runs up and down my spine. Twelve hour days, six days a week with Sunday for sleep and laundry.

And, since I last wrote about my travels, my trials and my over the top excitement about the life I am living, the following things have happened:  I was ultimately denied a driver’s license after five months of effort with my lawyer.  I am quietly considering my options and have not a bone in my body that is having a problem with my new non-driver status.  My not driving has led me to more experiences and people I would never have had or met otherwise. I am determining which radical path I will take to solve the issue.  But ultimately  I  have found out first hand that no one really needs a car.  No one.

I have met producers interested in the film I am working on and I have joined as a full partner with AOMUSIC which I count as the greatest gift from my not driving, for if I had my driver’s license way back in September I would have been off to NYC and I would never had met Richard Gannaway, who is the heart behind the music that I believe can change the world.  It has certainly changed mine. (please read about AO and Richard on my new website http://www.mayalunachristobel.com)

I have a new website which has been the best therapy I have ever done with people I love helping me to create myself in the world…. anew.  I have attended an Oscar Gala hosted by Tom Skerritt and won a raffle that benefits The Film School, to do something I have wanted to do all my life:  Fly Fish!   And fly fish with Tom and his wife for three days on the Yakima River here in Washington at the Canyon River Ranch Resort.  Pinch me now. Gotta get some waders!

I have also teamed up with Todd Huston to start an independent production company, Light Show Productions, to create films with heart, soul, integrity and inspiration.  Todd has been wonderful to write about, wonderful to work with and he is now headed back to Missouri to the little cabin where we had our “Deliverance” experience.   I am oddly happy not to be going back again if I may say so myself and will just stay tucked in here at the Mediterranean Hotel in Queen Anne.  Hotel living is pretty great.  Simple, small, efficient, friendly and has a 24 hour business center and a coffee shop on the ground floor.  My Leo self really likes this.

And this tiny accounting of life in the flow for a Gypsy without a car, is just scratching the surface of the amazing things that have been rushing into my life since I made this commitment to living on the road as a way to discover what makes me happy.   What I have found out it that I never once had to even look for happiness.  It was there all along and the Universe simply was poised, ready for me to  open my heart and my arms to life in it’s fullest.  Happiness has been that easy all along.

 

The Birth of a Vision

My blog, The Gypsy Life, has led me to creating a long desired website that reflects my commitment to the Heart and Heart Work in the world.  It had never occurred to me that creating a website would lead me closer to being a more authentic version of myself.  So, I am announcing that on Sunday February 26th my new website will be live at:

http://www.mayalunachristobel.com  Please visit me and share your thoughts.

Here is a excerpt:

WELCOME

Bob Dylan said “the times they are a changin”.  Those from the 60’s thought this meant for the better. Yet we were wrong in so many ways.  That was nearly a half a century ago.  And our times have changed beyond recognition.  With those changes, each and every technological advance, every war for oil and one recession after another have also come stresses we could not have envisioned either.  We face skyrocketing divorce, drug resistant disease, over population, the vanishing of entire species and eco-systems, as well as an entire generation lost and apathetic.  And we now suffer another residual from our overly technological life:  Soul Sickness.

For many people, the heart has gone out of their lives, hope is a thing of the past and the mind has taken over searching for possible solutions to these mounting challenges that seem either out of reach or too numerous to achieve.  We are a world deeply estranged from the soulful life, cut off from nature and from one another.  We are, in fact, teetering on the brink of becoming one of the species facing extinction in our lifetime.  If you put your finger up into the wind, it is all but apparent that our climate itself is the perfect metaphor for where we are as humans:  Out of control. And when faced with these realities, we are also, at that same moment, offered unprecedented opportunity for expansion, love, prosperity and healing. That is what this website is about: The historical shift which brings with it an evolution of consciousness and the possibility for unity, joy and love in each persons life. The possibilities are endless.

Like all paradoxes, these seemingly bleak truths are accompanied by just as profound an opportunity for joy, wholeness and a soulful life, as all the catastrophic senarios that litter the news and cyberspace. As a culture we will never return to the illusion of the American Dream.  We are perched on a much larger and more powerful dream for a unified world that can if fact live in harmony and peace. But it is a choice. And now is our choice point.  People are rising up, joining in, creating solutions and caring more than ever before. It is all possible in the recognition that where we place our focus and intention, we create our reality. We are the authors of our future. The Heart is the engine to get us there.

The heart is what every aspect of this website is devoted to. We are moving from worshiping the power of the mind to recognizing the power of the heart. Science shows that the quantifiable measurement of the electromagnetic field of the mind is eclipsed by the sheer magnitude of the electromagnetic field that emanates and surrounds the heart.  If we could harness and express this power, then there is simply nothing that is not achievable in this life.

“Someone was hurt before you, wronged before you, hungry before you, frightened before you, beaten before you, humiliated before you… yet, someone survived… You can do anything you choose to do.” –Maya Angelou

My commitment is to teach, to talk to, to guide and to inspire as many people as I can to take a leap into “the heart” of who they are, to risk knowing themselves at the deepest level possible which is not the mission of the mind.  This “knowing” comes from our direct experience with our soul, who incarnated and now lives in this one body that moves us through our lives.  Our power to change anything, our power to heal, to succeed, to create wealth, to find and express love and to change our world for the better, has been with each and every one of us all along.  It is simply a matter of‘remembering’.

This website will be dedicated toward that goal: To inspire you toward remembering who you are and accessing the power of the heart so that you might live, love and create your life with passion and beauty, with care for our planet and for others….from the heart.  If not now, when?

Blessings, Maya

The Glow of an Imagined Future

The Old Age of Nostalgia  by Mark Strand

Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined
future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or
a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced
that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was
charged with purpose of impossible grandeur;

Ah, yes, and one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind-
loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by the
high, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, so
many and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like fireflies
in the perfumed heat of summer night.

“The Old Age of Nostalgia” by Mark Strand, from Almost Invisible.

 

 

Letter on Life

My family consists of three women.  My two daughters and myself.  We have faced some extraordinary challenges this past year that require each of us to learn and open to new ways of thinking about our bodies.  We are inspired to ask new and innovative questions in order to address a deeper understanding of how to achieve vibrant health in life.  What an opportunity to be thankful for.  How amazing to be in this dialogue and life with my own children.

And, as any mother will confess, I wake at night feeling the weight on my shoulders to lead the way, to learn and teach by example and to share every little scrap of what I might know with the two people I love the most.

So, I decided to share a letter I sent to my daughters with you.  This letter, from the heart to what I truly believe is about what I believe is at the heart of all our illnesses in life, addressing what is not only a personal journey, but a global moment in time.  Our society is soul sick and we each feel it in our own ways, from constant stress to life threatening issues.  From a feeling of being lost and overwhelmed to coming to the end of life feeling alone.  Each of these experiences lead the way to answers that are essential to continuing life on this planet.

So, here is what I told my daughters.  Blessings, Maya

Dear Ones,

Everything is Energy.  A scientific fact.  Everything being composed of energy means that the shape and form and function of anything is determined by it’s frequency and vibration.  Energy never dies, it only changes.  It evolves. I remember you once said to me when you were growing up, “ Mom, the one thing you told me that I will never forget is that the only thing that you can count on in life…is change”.  I still believe that.

Our physical bodies are changing.  There are important reasons for this and it starts with understanding the concept of Evolution.  Evolution is any change across successive generation.  Let’s just stay general with the idea that we change, the planet changes, thus our cellular makeup and our DNA is affected by those changes and therefore the rate we vibrate changes too.  We are hugely affected by this fact every day of our lives.

Before your grandmother was born, say a hundred years, energy was different. There was no electricity so to speak, no atom bomb having been dropped, no pollution or planes or cars or the grid of technology that surrounds our planet like plastic wrap.  There were far less people, cleaner water and on it goes.  Now, we live under the weight of all that has been introduced to our natural environment and thus to our bodies.  We then do what all living things do. Our bodies attempt to adapt, even when we are not aware of its struggle to do so until we have some concerning symptom that derails us.

But, adaptation to agents that are not at all “real substances” that the body recognizes, (wheat, genetically modified corn, additives, chemicals, car fumes, food pumped with hormones and a complex new electromagnetic grid in life) and the body cannot assimilate these foreign properties and truly create healthy adaptive responses fast enough.

The body sends out a red alert and then an inflammatory response in the form of anger and frustration or allergies and tumors.  Thus, our cells spin differently, the electromagnetic fabric of the heart and the brain is compromised and put under rigorous pressure.  This is called Stress. Our world presents us too much stress to assimilate from the outside and we then generate an inner stressful response of our own. But in the end no one can keep up with the imbalance without acute awareness of how to combat the problem

The stress we subject ourselves to, for many of us who are more sensitive to energy than other people, can create what we call dis-ease, maladaptation, cellular anomalies, and energetic flow issues ( like in acupuncture). The way to handle this inevitability is to reduce, as much as possible, being subjected to these invaders our body does not recognize, giving our bodies more time to truly create a healthier response and have time to recover from all the other stressors.

This downtime that our body needs can be provided through more sleep, more rest, meditation, walking in nature, hugging, kissing and laughing.  But we feel time speeding up and most of the above list of healthful responses are not part of our daily life.  We need to begin to view these measures of self-care as essential as the air we breath.

We feel most of this if we are awake and aware.  Yet, there are two other factors we do not know as much about or take into account in our lives.  First, is the profound effect “place”  and “people” have on our health or lack of it, energetically.  The easier way to say this is that if we are truly all connected, then we ARE ALL CONNECTED to each other’s health or ill-health, positive emotions or negative ones and so on.

We exchange with every person we meet…energy. So, it is safe to say that who you touch, who you live with, have sex with, the emotions that surround you, the positive or negative flow of energy all around you on the streets and in restaurants, has either a positive effect on you or a negative one.  We feed on this energy 24/7, ingest it, become toxic from it and then over time, show physical and emotional imbalances and symptoms.

We in fact may not be the source of the depression or anxiety at all.  We may CARRY that emotion or toxic energy for another person,  like having become a sponge without knowing it.  We must wake up to this reality if we are going to be responsible for our lives, our health and the health of our loved ones.

If we are around positive heart energy with good feelings, our energy will resonate with that energy, we raise our vibrational frequency and we will increase the available energy for happiness and healing in ourselves and for the people and animals around us.

If we are around negative emotions, then the contrast of that energy requires the body and the heart to adjust and if it cannot adjust, then a kind of energetic toxicity builds in the body which over time can be illness and even death.

“Places” have as much toxic energy as people do. Cities have a much more difficult frequency than a country cabin.  The closer to nature the more balance there is.   The question is, are we listening to our body’s feedback on how we feel with any give person or in any given place?  Do we act on that pit in the stomach or that sixth sense that we should not go down a street or take an apartment that simply just does not feel right?

And I hear you say, “impossible to not be around toxic situations”.  True.  But you can choose to minimize those situations and not participate and you can take the time to learn how to both protect yourself from energy that you do not want and to clear it when you have been around it. It is a kind of Good Hygiene that is far more important than taking showers or using soap and water to reduce germs.  Time consuming?  Yes it is.  But, so is all the effort to combat illness, migraine headaches, exhaustion, cancer, or failing relationships. Right?

Secondly, we must as humans take into account that we live in a larger Universe on a planet in crisis filled with fear and collapsing structures. Change of a magnitude we have never experienced is under way and inevitable.  Our planet spins inside of other Cosmic energies and is moving to position itself in the Cosmos where it has never been before.  Earth has compromised protective shields much like our own immune system, and is affected by the energies that every other planet in our solar system emanates. We are not simply connected to one another we are connected to everything, big and small.

Chaos of energy abounds. It clear to most of us that something is radically changing as our planet evolves to higher consciousness:  From hate to love, from exclusion to inclusion from fear to joy.  This is an EVOLUTIONARY leap.  Our cells are trying to keep up with this energetic change and many sensitive people are finding that their bodies are not able to and are producing a myriad of symptoms that our traditional medical system would just like to give you a new drug for.  It is easier to do that than to wake up isn’t it? Do you find yourself more tired, or depressed, having headaches or anxiety for no apparent reason?  Do you forget things or get dizzy and disoriented? These are not necessarily issues of aging or hormones.  These are some of the symptoms that our bodies are out of synch with the changing energies around us.

So, as you look at this historical evolutionary leap that involves changes in our cellular nature and our DNA and if you look at the changed electromagnetic field around us from technology or global warming, you might stop and hit the pause button on life.  If you factor in the unprecedented pollution we absorb through our very food, air and water but then still go along with the status quo to hang out at the bar, to eat junk food, to have your home positioned next to electrical transformers or sit in front of a computer monitor or TV with countless other electromagnetic technology you might ask yourself why?   Do you think there will not be physical and emotional fall out?  We are in denial to the nth degree as a specie.  We are clearly not connected or listening to our body’s language and intuition. Re-establishing this primal and essential connection to our own body language and to our intuition and feelings, is part of the leap we are making right now in 2012.

Our wake up call is to wisely take in the facts and realize that our bodies are an electrical grid which absorbs all the energy we are exposed to.  Then we must responsibly position ourselves in places, with people, eating food and feeling emotions that are congruent with the higher vibrational frequencies of love, joy and compassion. We must learn to get rid of the excess energy as well as stay connected to the only place that grounds all our circuitry:  The Earth.

We can change two things.  We can construct our lives around health and good energy and clear out of what is not.  And we can change from the inside out. This is the key to everything.

The heart is the largest electromagnetic field in the body.  It emits a field outside our bodies, just like the Earth does.   If our hearts are closed out of fear or hurt, then the available energy is limited and our positive protective field around us is small.  If we focus on amplifying our heart energy instead of the energy of our thoughts, we then raise our vibrational frequency to a place where healing can happen, miracles occur, and where we can protect ourselves against negative energy and increase our life span, our joy and our aliveness. By doing this one thing for ourselves we affect every person around us.  This is how one person changes the world.

It is the inside-out process that is necessary to heal from any condition, as well as constructing a life that reflects smart thinking and care for our bodies, without whom we would not be here. It is this inside-outside process of accessing our unlimited energy of the heart that is the Warrior’s Path for this year of 2012.  It takes immense courage and faith and trust to do this in the world we have created.

Cultivating a practice of increasing heart energy is a commitment I am making to create health and longevity in my life, and most of all, to combat the negative effects of a planet in fear.  Fear is illness.  Fear is not a vibrational match to what it is to be a loving human being.  Our fearful thoughts, our images of fear on the TV or in Movies and that unnamable fear and anxiety that just seems to follow most of us like a cloud, can be neutralized with opening the channel to the heart and raising the vibrational frequency of our emotions, our thoughts and our actions. Then we will change our cellular nature and move in congruence with the evolution that is taking each of us onto a new path.

Our health requires that we make this leap.  Our very survival as a planet depends on it.

With Great Love.

Next Stop: The Pacific Northwest

At the most northern border of Washington sits a little peninsula called Point Roberts, which is the only spit of land that is not hooked to the United States, but is still called America, since you have to go into Canada and then back over the border again into Point Roberts to get to it at all.  Three sides of water, 1700 people and a wild terrain make it an unusual destination for anyone.  But not for a writer.

I am here for a month to finish a first draft of the screenplay I have been hired to write.  There is no cell phone service for me and even land line service is unreliable. That is good.  I have the fortune of waking up ever morning to opening my large windows that look out on an idyllic scene.  Right in front of my house is a large winter pasture, filled with Icelandic Ponies that exude a kind of old world energy with their shaggy coats, long trailing tails of rust and black that blow in the persistent wind, and their plush manes.  It is a frequent sight to be watching them and as they are sipping at a winter pond in the field, a Bald Eagle will joint them for a bath.  Everyone completely at home with one another. Everyone certain of their own unique nature and living it without restraint.  Oh if that were true for all of us humans.

And, looking past the field, are the Strait of Georgia, a grey blue ocean with rolling hills of Canada in the distance.  I have not seen the whales yet and do not know their winter migration habits.

So, The Point is full of writers, retired folks, old timers, hermits, eccentrics and transplants like me.  Individuals and families, most of them women so far, that find the seclusion, the simplicity and the rural flavor and rhythm to be just what they are looking for and have moved here from all over the world.  I can see the benefits immediately for me as a writer.

And getting here was momentous.  I left Asheville on the 17th and flew to Denver for two big events.  The first was to meet with my Lawyer about my non-existent driver’s license.  Last judge, Higher Court, made an appeal to change the spelling on the original name change document that was ten years ago, and once again, an inexplicable NO.  So, a new tack is being taken.  I am going to Canada and getting an International Driver’s License.  Now this is creative.  Please send good thoughts my way that this will be easy and simple.  And of course Marriage is not ruled out, so a lottery might just be created in the future.

There is a letter in the mail to my Congressman, I never got an audience with the Governor of Colorado so a letter to him is underway and I am almost finished with an expose for Channel Nine in the special interest category.  We will see where any of it leads, but it is certain that I am having ample opportunity to use my voice in creative ways.

The second big event was re-uniting with a dear friend who I have not seen for ten years , who now lives in Sweden. She is an exceptional international painter and brought a body of her newer work to Denver.  She has had an extraordinary life and was graced to lived inside the wonderful Miracle of finding love on 9/11 while others experienced  the endless losses of that day.  I am so privileged to know her and trying to catch each other up on our many twists and turns of life over a decade filled with love, death, children, changing careers, travels and aging was quite an exercise.

So, I am here now in Point Roberts to write and prepare for my next leap of faith.  Just before leaving for the West Coast for some of my very own seclusion, I was seized with a knowing that I wanted to apply to The Film School in Seattle.  I have wanted to attend their Screenwriters Bootcamp for years, but my faith in myself as a screenwriter was not strong enough and time never seemed to be right.

The school is the creation of actor Tom Skerritt (www.thefilmschool.com) and has reached international acclaim for their commitment to helping writers remember the art of story telling and character development, which we do not see much any more out of Hollywood.  So, as I can feel the power of the story I am writing about the triumph on one man’s spirit, I decided to apply for their Bootcamp in March.  Then of course I noticed they only took 25 people internationally.

There they were.  The voices at my left ear whispering:  “Maya what are your thinking? You are 30 years older than every applicant, you have no production experience on your side of the ledger, you are a woman and you know how that has been and always will be in Hollywood, and you know you won’t get in so what are you thinking…WHAT are you thinking?”   So I applied and told the voices to shut up.

I got in.

Wow is all I can say.

I will leave here on Feb 25th for Seattle, renting a room with a kitchenette and starting a 6 day a week, 12 hour a day writers dream, complete with no time to shower or sleep and lots of coffee I don’t even drink. I need to relearn the bus system, remember how to take a backpack everywhere with my computer and camera, find a local health food store that is open very early in the morning, and forget about all those supplements I usually take and just dive in.

I am so very appreciative of this opportunity.  It seems that when I simply quiet myself and listen intently to what my guiding voice from my heart tells me, no matter how unfathomable, how outlandish, how inconvenient or how much money I think I don’t have  etc…..I am always led to exactly where my soul needs to be and most of the time I did not even really know my soul needed to be there.

After four months, it is clear that living in the Flow of Life, fully surrendering all control, is the only way I want to be living from this time forward. And oddly enough as I arrive at this commitment it is exactly what is called for to live in the year 2012.   I have come to realize that the most important part of living is for me to be deeply aware of what brings me Joy and Inspiration. Period.  People think that living for love, or living for what brings happiness means that you don’t do the responsible parts of life.  That is not true.  You just bring a happier more inspired person to those tasks we have to do to be a responsible global citizen.

All the years of thinking life was about what I DID and not about just BEING happily in myself were years that I know I created my own ill-health and my own struggle to do the right thing, to do the acceptable things, to do too much and overdo it in so many ways that never led me to a sense of calm knowing who I am and why I am here.  I am glad to have found my way out of that illusion and into a space in my life only filled with possibilities.

And The Beat Goes On…and on…and on

My Chauffeurs are getting weary and whispering that they are going on strike.   I am acting allot like Driving Miss Daisy.  I am getting short, and disgruntled at all the little things.  A bit cynical regarding “The Law”.  When did I start just calling this large disorganized and inefficient body within our government, The Law”?

Like so many of us from the 50’s when that Utopian time of dreaming up a version of America that felt just as good to conjure as what we now call the Cinderella Complex, I have been duped.  That picked fenced yard, 2.5 children, a two car garage, big screen TV, back yard BBQ’s, early retirement, the 401K, cocktails at 4pm and being on a bowling league that was supposed to bring serenity did not. This ideal vision spoon fed to us on Leave it to Beaver, defined prosperity and happiness. Those were the days that set us up for what we are now calling “The Fall”.  Those were the illusions that set us up for alcoholism, the death of creativity and vague illnesses.  The happiness pill we were sold did not in fact deliver.

So. there came this list of immutable forces we could count on to define our parameters for us.  We needed various patriarchal father figures to help guide us when the things we thought would pan out in fact did not.

I had an image of THE Law much like I did of The One and Only God.  That kind of wording that covers a pervasive body of energy  eventually extended to The Doctor, The IRS, The Military etc.  I never referred to my indispensable relationship with my hair dresser as, The Hairdresser, The Chef, or The Teacher.  Each of those stations in life had a name, a face a personality.  What was different about The Law?  The Law had no face but conjures up an ominous presence as if Moses were right in my front yard delivering the 10 commandments to my neighborhood.  Oh and we wont talk about those men in black that strike fear in the strongest of us.  The IRS, which if you have not read up on the IRS, has no legal right to force you to sell your house in order to pay up!

My point?  I am finding that all these omnipresent institutions are smoke and mirrors to the nth degree.  But boy do they have power over my psyche.

As the driver’s license saga continues to unravel I am left like a shell on the beach, washed and tumbled and sanded down to a smooth surface, but not really the shell I started out as.  My lawyer has not found her way in the system of clerks any better than I attempted to.  There were no breadcrumbs on this path that lead to anything other than the next wicked witch who basically said, “I have no clue what to do, so I think I will eat your for lunch.”  My last bastion of possibility is currently that my three inch thick case is on the bench of a Denver District Court Judge to possibly rule that I might have what I want:  To be able to drive.   But, odds don’t look good.

So my point is this.  I have been the perfect citizen, following the letter of the Law, going down every dark alley I was told to go, taking fingerprints so I can be deemed a safe citizen and nothing has happened to say that The Law is on my side.  In fact, those inside the legal system have suggested that my only course of action is to…go outside the system.  What can I say but..fine….then that is what I will do.  I will do exactly what The Law asks me not to do and take the Law into my own hands.

Let me say a little about the reality of not driving.  Our culture is based on mobility.  My lack of mobility has created huge changes in my life.  Let me say first that I could hitchhike, I could become a recluse, I could pay for people to deliver groceries to my home, I could walk 17 miles to the Greenlife Grocer, I could ask the doctor to resume house calls after 50 years and I could hire a cab to take me to doctor’s appointments.  But, since we are not a communal culture where there would be many people who could share all these life issues with me, I am not in a position to do many of these things at the age of 61. And what if I had an office job and did not work from home?  OMG how would I get to my 9-5 job every day, pay the bills and feed the kids?

I pay huge amounts of money to fly everywhere and pollute the skies which I am opposed to.  I have missed necessary doctor’s appointments due to not being able to get there.  I have had to take cabs to get my groceries, when no one is available to drive and most importantly I feel a hostage to our system.  A system that is not interested in me as a person.  And quietly, inside ,as I remember the Thrive Movie and read up on the ID Act it feels as if that might be the point.  To keep the sheep of our society hostage and immobilized.

So I am flying, right now, at 33,000 feet, to Denver to meet with the last person capable of helping solve this problem.  A Marshall who will take my fingerprints and then I can start the process over, as if the last ten years of being who I am and driving like any pimply 16 year old are non-existent facts,  because The Law simply does not know what else to do with me and does not care to solve my little problem.

Then I will go to The Governor’s office with my file an sit and wait to say “ This needs to be fixed and let me tell you why in no uncertain terms”.  Then I will go the Channel 9 to give then a story about the Denver Court system and the ID Act that would paralyze a woman with a Harvard degree, who is articulate, has the means to fight the machine and does not have four kids under the age of 5, or a sick mother living at home and working three jobs to make ends meet like a huge portion of our country who could not take 5 months to deal with The Law.

So, here I am stepping outside the system, I wish The Law had proven to be a place that had our rights as people in mind, at heart and at the core of what they did to serve the masses.  But alas, none of that is true.

Wish me well….. I am about to land….somewhere!

PS. For those who have not followed this saga please go to “Older Posts” and read the initial explanation of what took me off the road as a gypsy.  The post is “The Gypsy Joke”, Nov. 11, 2011