Your legacy lives on, Brian Klemmer

Dear Precious World,

I heard about the unexpected death of Brian Klemmer just now, and my heart longs to write to you. There are only a few men and women in my life whose work has impacted me to such an extent that I am forever changed--and Brian is one of them.

The beginnings of my knowing, even if just a smidgen (at the time), that I was powerful, beautiful, responsible, loved, and so very much more, than I ever had imagined myself to be, happened that night not to long ago.  In my body Spirit moved, calling me forth to the experiential work of the Compassionate Samaraui. I did not know what I was getting into-and now, as I look back, I can say "It is good."

Prior, my life was so empty for so long. I followed "the way" as so many would say but still, my heart and my body cried out in poor treachery. I went to the class/seminar and discovered that I had a personal belief system that was keeping me far, far away from my greatest desire-to live in love, to teach love, to experience love, and to love the world--to love you. To heal you, to encourage change for God's greatest good.

And now I sit with such a tremendous faith and love for you, for me. Sure, I still fall into my personal belief system created on earth, but I can now say that I am powerful. I am beautiful. I am Loved (and accept it!). I am strong. I am here to create change in this world. I have words to say that are powerful and I say them with strength and conviction. 

I do not say these things casually. I say it with humility and grace for myself and for humanity. And if Brian had not stepped up into the person he was created to be? Where would I be? What ripple would I be moving along? Would I be in this place of power or still in the victim mindset of my youth? As MLK Jf. said
"Free at last, free at last, Thank God Almighty, we are free at last." The truth has set me free. I am as God created me-I am the light of this World. I live light, truth, and love. We ALL have this opportunity. Yes, it is a mountain to climb and it is worth all of it-with each mountain comes a greater joy, a greater passion, a greater understanding of the power of love, a greater knowledge and heart-felt experience of God.

I continued the work of Brian Klemmer in many avenues, but his work was the first that woke me up from the dead.  I pray that others, too, will come to an understanding of how so very much we are worth; how loved, and what a tremendous purpose we all have here in the earthly form. We are all spiritual beings living in this human form-so much more than we can even fathom.  We are all connected--and for me it is clear that my awakening of the love of God was catapulted with Brian's work, and is truly a blessing and I am truly grateful.

I offer this prayer to you, Dear Precious World, in honor of the truth that sets us free:

God is absolute love. God is the sun shining down on the rain. God is the grass blooming in the spring-a seed blossoming into the beautiful rose that it is, a child growing into light. God is the ever omnipresent love in, around, and through each of us. And as God is, I am. I am created in the image of God and as God is light, I too am light. As God is love, I am love. As God is love, You are Love, too. I now speak my word into the law of Love, of God and know it as truth for both myself and you, Dear Precious World. The truth is that Brian may be transitioned from the earth in human form but lives on forever.The truth is that his legacy has created a ripple effect of love. The truth is that I am love and loving continously forever and ever. I am here on this earth to share love, to teach Love, to speak boldly and confidently with conviction; to be a Compassionate Samaraui. And I say thank you and I release these words into the law of the universe, of God, of Love. With great joy and a mind of abundant love, I say thank you, thank you God. And so it is. Amen.

Unspoken

Dear Precious World,

What words have you for us that are yet unspoken?

Do you feel the child sitting inside the box with tears and no voice? Do you see the adult is in sorrow and pain and using all energy avail to just stay afloat? Can you imagine how I must feel as I think about my own and wonder how I, who have done so much work to free myself of this "stuff" can fathom the endless dream?

Energy has stilled as my heart wrestles in the desert. I call forth Jacob, asking how freedom came. Surrender, surrender now. The journey is all that is. Isn't it? Is it? Does my cocoon dare not let me out to fly? I want to complete my journey. I want to move about. I want to spread my wings and fly the colorful sky towards infinity; to view the highest view of the world. I want to expand my wings, expand my knowledge, understanding, compassion. Free me, free me. I am free. I am complete. I am enough.

I consider these things as I struggle to breathe, to push through the heavy air filling my lungs. I bow my head in knowingness that my brother and sister of this world may also feel this burden. Freedom, freedom I call alas. Free us, free us from our past.

The bruises bleed out as I pour love in, the room is swiftly changing into a more beautiful, more graceful, more poised, more happy, more content Godly space. The box that holds my unspoken tears is calling for me to break the chains.

May my breaking of the chains that hold me down free you, dear precious world. May this journey be a gift for you, dear precious world. May the outcomes of this life be one of beautiful consequence.

I love you,

Bethie

Containing Myself

Dear Precious World,

I'm containing myself; like a plant first planted desiring to burst into light. I'm the catapillar yearning to fly; and I"m in my spot of growth. I'm where I am, cacooned in a layer of training at work, at home, spiritually, relationally, and so much more.

I've started my steps towards the healing center that you have called me towards. I've sent my first email out, created the beginnings of the visioning and the team to work with as we (together; not me alone) and am excited. I wonder who else would want to help with this plan?

Interfaith; bringing all cultures and beliefs together under one roof of LOVE. Is that not what God is? So excited!

I love you,

Bethie

My Heart Grows Fonder

Dear Precious World,

My heart grows fonder of you. The wind is stirring my insides and they are ready to burst into a new creation. Are you ready for me?I'm not sure I"m quite ready for me.  Who are you? What are you thinking? Why do I know you as if I am part of you unless I AM part of you? Are we not all one? All created in divine inspiration? Do we not all desire love?

Tell me, Dear Precious World, what is my next move? What must I do to tend to the garden as spring rises through my veins into the depth of my soul?

I love you,
Bethie

I LOVE

Dear Precious World,

I am concerned for you. I am concerned because I love you; I want the best for you!  I see this big picture, and I'm thinking not many people are seeing it the way I see it; it expands so far and above anything I've ever seen before.  Love is in the house. Love it. Just love it.

"Just love it." 

Love,

Bethie

Being "The Bigger Person"

Dear Precious World,

We cannot change our future if we do not first change ourselves. How are we reacting? How are we coping? How are we responding to blocked goals? How are we communicating?

In you, dear precious world, we have countries not talking to countries, countries threatening countries, countries controlling countries, fights breaking out and the leaders rooting on their children in war. Sounds like our homefronts, too.  Too close for comfort.

Really?  REALLY?  People, people: who will be the bigger person?

What can you do, oh precious world? What can you do?  I'll tell you what you can do, but will you choose the higher road? It is not easy, but simple. It is not difficult, but hard. Stop looking at what the other person did or didn't do, what the other country did or didn't do and start living responsible.  If we want to make a change, we must look at the man in the mirror (thank you, Michael Jackson--fabulous song).

I know that I have chosen the higher road with all my heart. I've had temptation to lash out in anger, lash out and tell the world all the hurt that was done to me, show each scar and ask for pity and at the same time punish those who participated in the scars. And humbly I admit that there are times I've participated in this action.  Bleeding out my own mess to the world around me--I apologize, please forgive me as I have forgiven myself. And, I am called to a higher life. My creator calls me and I choose to listen. The Creator calls you--do you hear?

I choose to see my part in the wounds, release anger, bitterness, resentment because that only effects my own internal self. Oh, and as my internal self bleeds, do I not bleed onto those around me? And if my internal cup is love, do I not outflow that around me?  It isn't easy, but it is simple. It is not difficult, but it is hard. And I am actively engaged in this process; the result?  Peace that Passes ALL Understanding.  It isn't perfect. But the more travel I do on this road, the longer my peace, the lighter my load, the brighter my light, the freer my spirit, the greater the love I have to offer. The less messy bloody yuck oozing from my internal darkness.  Instead, the love outflows, glowing like a golden river all around me, opening opportunity for others to gain the same peace as I have attained. Peace.

How do we live this higher road? One way is to look to examples of that life. Who, in your active human life, exemplifies the essences of God?  Peace, love, joy, faith, beauty, poise, grace, gentleness, kindness, self-control? Regardless of belief system, how about Jesus? Jesus is master of life--of love. How about Ghandi?  Talk about Peace!!!  Wow!  How about Siddhartha, the Buddha?  I bet someone reading this winces over my choices....why? We are ALL created in God's image!!!  Can not we learn from all beings some portion of the Ultimate Divine Creator?

We are all living life on our own vortex, and each person has a road of challenges, growth, to the highest good--some call it sanctification, others call it evolution, I call it getting rid of the robes of the world, taking piece after piece off until I've disrobed the world's evidence of my humanity and I am only left with the glory of my creator-for I am created in the image of God. And in one word that is "Love."

Each person is on this upward spiral...but sometimes there will be bumps along the way...can we not all see this from the bird's eye view? How can you, oh precious world, help each other see this bigger picture that is so magnificent?  We must remember that each step is growth. Throw away the matrix of judgement and just choose love.

Who is going to be the bigger person? 

I want so much to communicate this wisely. I shall--I have so much more to say.  I love you, precious world.

Sincerely,

Bethie

She DID change the world: thank you, Little One

Dear Precious World,

Some sad things happened recently in Tuscan, AZ. You've heard and read about it, I'm sure. I was talking to a co-worker just yesterday as he described the 9 year old girl who was shot and killed.

She had dreams, he said. She wanted to change the world, he said. I don't understand, he said. It was at that moment that my tears began to gather. I saw it, dear precious world. I saw the perfection in it all. In my sadness, I can say, it was just the perfect event for what is to come. Could it have been different and still perfect? YES.  But it wasn't; so I must find perfection in what was, as what is cannot be changed.

She did change the world. I don't understand why it was the death that took her that is being used for good; but it is and will continue to be. My heart doesn't hurt, necessarily, for those who will miss her, for those who will feel the emptiness in their lives because of this tragic event. I'm sure if I allowed myself to connect to their stories I would crumble at the pain they feel. I don't always want to feel their pain, his pain, her pain. And so I guard my compassionate and connected heart.

My heart does hurt in sadness over her life being taken--a little girl so precious and loving, so loving and full of future. To think that perhaps she was physically hurt, scared, afraid is what makes my eyes water and my heart cry.

She breathes heavenly air now. She lives in the heavenly realm. She sees, I'm sure, the big picture now. Such a young world-changer.  So how is it that she has changed the world through this seemingly untimely death?

First of all, dear precious world, we must remember that we are only part of such a bigger circle of love and light-God is so much more, so much fuller, than this slight moment in time. I do not find it untimely but perfect. She deserves a medal of honor for her part in the change that will be signalled from this event. What it is we may not know, but I imagine that there are already amazing acts of love rippling from her life, her death.

I'm sorry, little precious one, my child for the part I took in this; for the caloused heart I've held onto in protection of my own pain. I'm sorry, precious one, for the things I didn't do to love a lost one just a little bit more. Please forgive me. I choose to love larger now. May the ripple effect of my choice create change in you, oh precious world.  Thank you, little one.

I love you,

Bethie