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Fooling Yourself

 

“It’s APRIL’s FOOLS Day.. Where are you fooling yourself that you are unworthy, undeserving, unloved or unable to reach for what you dream of????”-Jan Schneider

This silly holiday celebrated world wide has its origin 7 centuries ago. “The custom of playing tricks on friends on April 1st is believed to have originated in France in the middle 1500s when King Charles IX adopted a new calender and those that refused to accept January 1st as the new years day became the butt of jokes. Read further on http://www.bigsiteofamazingfacts.com/how-did-april-fools-day-begin-and-how-did-it-get-its-name

People set up elaborate hoaxes and play jokes on unwitting family, friends and co-workers. I can’t recall the last time I did either, but I am amply aware of the mischievous job I do of fooling myself into believing I am less than worthy, successful and enough to have my dreams and desires come to fruition. Recently, my dreamlife has been telling me that this is so. As I was napping on Saturday, I found myself on my radio show interviewing Barbara Marx-Hubbard (from her website:  “Barbara Marx Hubbard has been called “the voice for conscious evolution of our time” by Deepak Chopra and is the subject of Neale Donald Walsch’s new book “The Mother of Invention.” A prolific author, visionary, social innovator, evolutionary thinker and educator, she is co-founder and chairperson of the Foundation for Conscious Evolution. She is the producer and narrator of the award-winning documentary series entitled Humanity Ascending: A New Way through Together and has recently partnered with The Shift Network as a global ambassador for the conscious evolution movement; a shift from evolution by chance towards evolution by choice.”  In  all my years as a journalist, I had not had the pleasure of interviewing Barbara, but she symbolizes a powerful woman with world wide impact who has been a credible voice for a sustainable future. When I do the show, I am here in my home in the Philadelphia area, connected via laptop and skype, headset on and my guest is wherever in the world they happen to be and my engineer is in Canada. In my dream, I took a walk without being tethered to the computer, and the headset seemed to have no limit. I was wandering through a small town, speaking with Barbara and  a little boy who I felt was around two, was tugging at me and repeating what sounded like ‘Amanda Rideout’.  Then an older man in his 70′s was trying to get my attention too and I kept waving him off and pointing at the headset. After the interview, I walked into my childhood living room and saw the man casually lounging on the sofa.  I say to him “When I have this headset on, it means I am on the radio. Please don’t talk to me then.” He smiles, leans back and says “Don’t you recognize your own father?” I dissolve into tears and collapse in his arms and then I wake up.  Whew!  The 5th anniversary of his passing in April 3rd, so it’s no surprise that he showed up in my dream.

Then, when I woke up, I went on to Facebook and this video was the first thing that popped up on the feed.  Is the Universe speaking or what?

Here is the trailer for a new video….Can you feel the impulse of evolution? We are ONE. Enjoy this trailer – a wonderful film by Planetary Collective. What, if any, perspective shifts occurred for you after watching this? http://vimeo.com/55073825

On Easter Sunday, I had lunch with friends, one of whom is Ken Kaplan whose calling is dream interpretation. I have shared numerous nocturnal meanderings over the years and he has impeccably perused them with me and assisted me in clarifying the messages. Yesterday was no exception. What became apparent was that I have become increasingly comfortable with expanding my horizons, untethered by previous limiting thoughts and beliefs. I was ready for my ‘walkabout’ in the world. Aligning with Barbara’s vision was on the agenda as well. We figured out that the little boy represented the child part of me and the reason he showed up as a boy and not a girl was that when I was young I did ‘kid’ stuff with my dad, not stereotypical girl activities, such as digging in the dirt, bicycling, skating, kite flying and helping him in the garage. I sensed he was telling me that I needed to return to more just for the heck of it, with no particular purpose play time.

The older man represented the ‘old school’ way of thinking that women aren’t supposed to be successful and he kept trying to distract me from what I was focused on and getting the job done. It was when I faced him, that he turned into my dad who was always supportive of my endeavors.  Not sure still the significance of the name Amanda Rideoout, except if I break it down, it sounds like ‘a man to ride out.’ Wondering if it connects with the idea of a partner with whom to ride out into the world.

This morning, I am entering into the day with eyes wide open, unwilling to be fooled any longer.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8tLeBmD28A Fool On The Hill-The Beatles

 

 

 

 



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