Be the Love Around You

This weekend I was very excited to participate in the Grand Opening of a new healing center in South Chicago called Journey to Wholeness Center.  It is a beacon of Light in an environment where Light resources are non-existent.  This is the first community in the area where people drawn to the Light can gather, practice, and learn about ideas outside of the status quo.

It was indeed a wonderful weekend meeting so many like-minded people on their own personal journey towards improved health and spiritual presence.

One of the lovely practitioners there and I spoke at length about an organization she was working with called M.A.S.K.  I was hypnotized by her words telling me the story of mothers fighting to take back their neighborhoods, attempting to save their children from senseless violence, all the while dealing with the painful loss of their child/ren.

I was overwhelmed by compassion and empathy as I listened and I ached for these women. I asked if I could help, what could I do to help these women and their journey towards healing? Would I even be welcome to a group such as this?  Most of these individuals do not know the first thing about energy work, being a Light Worker, and the very fact that my children are still alive while they have endured loss could create a cavern between us.

I had raised my children as a single mother and while our environment was considered relatively safe I worried daily if my children made it home safely from school and prayed that they would remain safe until I was home from work to care for them.  These women are enduring a parent’s worst nightmare and are fighting back to create a better environment for the children and families still living there.

It is easy to say, “just move” but when your family is established it is not easy or cheap. Uprooting oneself from a place one has lived in can be like cutting off one’s own arm.  Self Identity is inherent within places such as these neighborhoods, where one grew up and where one’s parents were raised and their family history is relevant.

I was raised in the house my father built, room by room, in Michigan on land he purchased from my grandfather when keeping a farm that close to Detroit was no longer an option. A subdivision grew out of my grandfather’s land instead of crops.  The house was started in the ’40s after my father returned home from WW2.  I grew up walking past the house my mother grew up in to the bus stop to go to school almost every day, even though it was no longer my grandparents home.  Even today, every few years I will go onto Google Maps to look at how the old neighborhood is, what changes have happened to the home I grew up in or my neighbors’ homes.  I used to know every single family on the street, the names of the children – even the grown ones – and would visit with those sitting on their porches in the spring and summer months.

I chose to leave that environment and eventually my parents retired and moved to Northern Michigan of their own accord.  But I cannot imagine being driven out of my home, driven away from the place I grew up in because a “dangerous element” moved in and was turning my once loving and playful neighborhood children into terrorists without discrimination.  These are MY words, the way I relate to the wonderful women struggling to find and make sense through their grief.  I am sure their experience is more powerful and their words more significant than mine, so I don’t want to supplant them.  Again, it is merely the way I relate to a situation I find not regrettable, but horrific.

There are no givens in this lifetime; or rather, the only given is that you are here until your final window says it is time to leave.  The number of years here and the experiences you have are all dependent upon the choices you make.

I went to the Grand Opening this weekend excited to speak with and commune with like-minded individuals.  I have been “alone” for a couple years now because of where we were located and then all the moving we did. I was content to think I might make new friends and learn about modalities new to me.

What I did not expect to find was a profound sense of purpose, born out of compassion and empathy.  We each have our busy lives, our to-do lists, our things we refuse to give up. But so very rarely are we blessed with the opportunity to find those who Need that which Spirit has freely given to us, share Gifts with which we have been blessed to aid others.  I consider the blessing I was given this weekend profound and life changing.

I am fortunate enough to be able to teach and provide services to help others work through their daily struggles and wounds towards healing.  But this opportunity helps me realize why I was moved here, illuminates the synchronicity of my decision to develop a community presence at the exact moment the Center Owner posted an ad.  We are not all fortunate to recognize our calling or even fortunate to live out that vocation, but when Spirit drops it into your lap how can you turn away from this blessing?

I encourage everyone to not only check out M.A.S.K., but look to see if there is a similar organization within your home environment.  Believe me when I say they need compassionate ones whose Light is strongly connected with the Creator.

Be the change you want to see in the world around you.  Be the Love.

© 2016 Julia Knickerbocker ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Published by Julia Alexandra

Julia is Spiritual Counselor, a trans-channel, a Reiki Teacher, and a Priest of Melchizedek who is currently living the Enlightened Path, traveling to wherever Spirit tells her to go! She frequents North Carolina, Northern California, and Illinois/Wisconsin while (currently) abiding in mid-central Florida.

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