Are we having fun yet? We have heard tell that one of the hallmarks of a great leader is mastery of emotions. Yet, within that mastery, watch for stoicism. Yesterday’s questions were about feelings, so let’s continue for at least one more day, identifying what it feels like to be a leader. Are we authorizing powerful, energizing emotions in our workplace?
As a leader who models the way, one must be open and somewhat transparent. One must be oh so human! Countenance becomes critical. Attitude is everything. The paradigm must become obvious: leaders love what they do, and do what they love. Work is good. No fake hustle here. True leaders are the captains, the coaches, and the A-List players. Get in the game!
Monday mornings are met with a wide range of perspectives throughout the working world. On this Monday morning, think about what corner you have turned. Think about the stability, and the bonds you have been creating. Now is the time to make your role as a leader tangible. It is time to look like, act like, and feel like the leader that you are.
Therefor your job is to be defined anew. You are no longer a “manager”, “owner”, or “supervisor”. You are a model of stability. You inspire. You embody the equilibrium that your team needs. You bring the engagement that keeps people motivated, excited, and fulfilled. You are not going to work on Monday morning. You are no longer heading off to the C-Suite office. You are showing up ready to do what makes you feel good. Your job is to lead, and you’ve signed up for it because it’s what you love to do. It’s natural. Feel it.
The inspiration for this piece came to me in a prayer to Tara. In a loud voice, with arms outstretched, I cried out to the universe: “Find me. And tell me what it is I need to know”. She appeared to me–not to my eyes but to my spirit. And she whispered into my soul: “All that you need to know is beneath your feet in this miraculous place you call Earth”. I knew of her knowing smile. “Ask”, she said.
She showed me my home, Earth, and all the magic within it. My love for herbs and flowers, my wonder at crystals and rocks, my passion for mountains and ocean–all consumed me, and overwhelmed me. I saw innocence, joy, and love. Surely the hand of God was on all of this miraculous creation.
But then I saw fire. Extreme pain ravaged my ears. Then became my heart gripped with terror. As our Earth shook, so then did my very bones. My mind experienced a new type of agony.
War.
I heard the voices of others, crying out in their moment of greatest anguish. My eyes felt the sting of smoke. Through it I saw those who caused it. I judged. I saw apathy, greed, and lust for power causing the destruction of my sacred and immaculate vision. I blamed them, the others. I blamed all of us.
I asked her: “why”?
Why have we created the tools with which annihilate ourselves and our home? How does one make sense of this? Will we transition to be yet another sea of rock, dust, and particles–an asteroid belt, as became the fate of Maldek?
Or is this also the way of God? Duality is human, they say, and God is not. Yet God, as almighty Creator and One Source, surely created the totality of the human. Evil and good cannot come from the same place. Yet, if all is God, and all is the art of The One, then both evil and good most certainly have been created by the same One. Thus, there is no evil, and no benevolence. All are shades of grey. To love is divine, and to destroy is divine. All are the experience of God.
Elohim, or God by any name, is. The I Am is He. Yet “Am” indicates existence. Therefore, I exist, therefore I, also, Am. As you Are. Thus we, each alone and also as collective, embody the great I Am. Then all are from God: war, rape, covetesness, love, joy, and generosity. Violence is from God, as is healing. Thus all is God, all is I Am, and all Is.
Judgement. We judge the actions of others. We analyze, we label, we believe, and we cast judgement even on our very emotions. And we humans dare to declare that which is preferred by God, and that which is not. All is Judgement. Yet, Judgement is an illusion. It is part of the great I Am, because all Is.
Striving. For what do humans labor? The lie of material wealth, and greed, causes us to suffer and harm. Geographical territory–one group of humans wielding power and a perceived ownership of Earth. This is right for some, necessary to others, and abhorrent to many. Yet is it not just part of the Am? All is Striving. Yet, Striving is illusion, because all Is.
Evil is illusion, goodness is illusion, and all merge into the mist of all that Is.
Death, birth, samsara–all illusion.
Now I, again, ask: “Why”? Is there purpose? Or is all only experience? Do we seek the illusion of purpose in order to answer our own questions of existence? Or, perhaps existence is the purpose, and all experiences are illusion.
Do you sometimes feel isolated—on an island? Are you missing that feeling of being connected? Do you think that being a leader means you are unpopular, or disconnected from those who follow? Some even think that this a rule.
Good leaders build great teams. Teams are made up of people. Companies are successful because of people. Profitability and growth are beneficial for everyone at the company, those in the community, and beyond. None of us, whether a leader or not, is in the game alone. We are not flying solo. The team needs their mentor, and good leaders still need to depend upon the team. Leadership is a relationship.
Challenges are all around. Life in a robust industry is one of constant motion. I hear leaders use phrases like: “I’m constantly putting out fires”. And, especially when beginning a new project or initiative, conflicts can arise. Can we ever get ahead of it?
In the area of time management, planning time is key. So many leaders feel that “planning” is not “doing”. Yes, it is. When we have a comprehensive plan in place, things go smoothly. Plans not only keep us on track, they help us to anticipate issues that may arise. Then we create preemptive strategies to manage these issues. And thus, we run effective interference based on potential plays we have reviewed in advance. We meet the challenges head on, because we have identified them. We remain on an even keel.
Begin something new today. Today is a good day for planting seeds and committing anew. Today is a good day for moving things from the back burner. Today is a good day to act on purpose.
Magnetic Leadership is about visions becoming realities. When we dream, we ask and expect good things to happen. When we implement visionary initiatives, we forecast success. These perspectives are important, and good leaders embrace their own ability to draw good things to their teams, and to their companies. Today—divine, begin, and magnetize. Today is a good day.
How often do we stop and assess what we have accomplished? Do we ever rest, and say “it is finished”? Do we view our art with a feeling of satisfaction? As leaders, we deserve to, and desire to enjoy our own growth. As leaders, great excitement lies in the small victories, as well as the big wins.
Leaders seek to achieve results. Within the journey of taking the goals from a dream to a manifestation, we learn a multitude of other things. Some of those lessons are noticed, and some are not. Keeping eyes on the prize requires a measure of flexibility, adaptability, and fortitude. The challenges of that which we seek to achieve has leaders like us flexing new muscles, as we navigate unknown waters. Among these challenges are the issues that we must learn to look at anew. Leaders are also often called to adopt a new style, or to step outside of ego-driven behaviours. The discovery of that which may remain, and that which must fall away are critical skills for all leaders.
The inspiration for this piece came to me in a vision of the Amethyst Room. Saint Germaine stood by my side and he was surrounded by a golden light. He held a gold chalice in his right hand. He spoke to me and said one word: “Love”.
First, I stood in the nothing. It was not light, and it was not dark. There was no emptiness, for that would have not been nothing. There was no time, no space, and no thing. There was only me.
But wait! I see color. I see form. It is vague and distant. It is unclear. Suddenly I am. standing in a cave. The walls of this cave are covered in amethyst crystals. The geode formation is alive, and ever changing before my eyes. I feel the dampness of the cave on my skin. Mystery lurks, and the dark recesses of the cave are as metaphor for the same unexamined corners of myself–those areas where the light does not reach. As I study the walls with fascination, they begin to expand. The cave has become larger.
St Germaine appears and suddenly the cave is a room. It is the Amethyst Room, that which I have conceived of, and which has been the subject of many dreams. His light shows the breathtaking beauty of the room, specially designed for me, and by me. I gaze at the brilliant crystals and I am enthralled.
But now the ascended master is inviting others into our sacred room, and they begin to surround us. First did my loved ones enter, and the cave became an opulent temple, with smooth amethyst walls. The stone Is now polished, and gleaming. Is this the golden temple of my vision on Mount Shasta? I see family, my beloved children, dear friends, relatives, and those who I have lost and for whom I still mourn. Happiness overwhelms me. Tears of joy begin to pour from my eyes. But now also enter those who have harmed. I recoil as I observe abusers, both recognized and unknown. There are criminals, perverts, those I fear, and those who present as threatening to my precious ones. With horror, I witness those who I have judged as unworthy, mingled amongst those who I have perceived as immaculate. “Love them”, he coaxes.
Now come animals, beloved pets. My heart smiles again, and I yearn to reach out and touch them, caress them, and play with them. The room has become like a beautiful meadow, with a soft purple mist surrounding it. I see the beauty of flowers, the paradoxical magic of herbs and mushrooms, and the trees offering their precious fruits. Yet next I begin to see that amongst them are rabid dogs who will attack me. Ferocious bears, sharks, hungry wolves, and all manner of dangerous animals begin to encroach. Fear rises up inside of me. “Love them”, he reminds me.
Now appear angels, elementals, the realms of Telos, and Avalon. Now drift in the Hathors, the Arcturians, and all benevolent beings from higher dimensions. I welcome them with awe. I am still centered, with Saint Germaine, in the midst of the amethyst place. It stretches now beyond my field of vision. I know somehow that it is an infinite space. Is this a purple heaven? But now my smile fades as I see ghosts, fearful creatures of nightmares, and entities from all hells. “Love them”. He commands. I hesitate, I falter. Saint Germaine is watching me, encouraging me. All are waiting, watching.
Now comes flooding over me the memory of Jesus, and his words to Saint Peter, the Rock. Do you love me? Thrice he asked, and thrice Simon Peter responded. But was that anger? Impatience? What was in Peter’s voice as he repeated his answer? This was The third time the risen Christ had appeared to him. And three times, Peter had denied Jesus. Was this the same journey as Saint Germaine took me on, inside the Amethyst Room? Know the synchronicity of the trigonal ctystal system.
So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jona, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jona, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jona, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.John 21:15-17 KJVA
Is this the story of the greatest love, the unconditional, the true love, agape? Must we search, and labor in order to find it? And how will we know?
I sought love, but I shall never find it.
I gave love to others, but it crumbles like dried clay in their hands.
I felt love, and it withdraws from me.
I implored of one to love another, and they refuse.
Where is that love?
The purple flame of St Germaine is the catalyst: the power of the three, the trinity. It is the fire which does not consume. He is the great alchemist and reminds us that we, also, are the same as he. He decries that we continue look to another to transform all negative emotions–fear, hatred, shame–into true agape love. How, then, is this done?
Go back now, my friend, into the great purple space of infinite love. And bring the universe with you. Welcome “the others”. Draw them close.
Go back, then, to the lush and fragrant rolling meadow, and embrace the life forms there. Touch them. Enjoy them. Learn them. Understand them.
Return into the temple, the one of your dreams. Let all approach you. Feel the energy multiply. Release your judgement, forgive, purge, cleanse, and see the unseen. Reach out with your hands and with your mind. As the synapses spark and sparkle in the corpus callosum, so, too, do the spiritual sinews of the electronic human. All is well. All is known. All is love.
Remaining now is Saint Germaine, by your side still, in the purple crystal cave. But something is different. Gnosis has overtaken doubt. Compassion has overtaken ego. The violet flames surround you. You feel a connection like never before and you two become merged, and now one.
The One remains, in the nothing. The nothing is the agape. The One is the agape. Each soul, created by the One Source, is the One. There is only Agape. There is only love.
As a leader, you are called to be a model. Your followers are just that, ones who look at
you, and look to you. What are you
showing them?
Models are created to demonstrate a way that is
correct, good, or even required. When we
agree to be a model, we agree to be watched, imitated, and under scrutiny at
all times. This is a big commitment, and
one that a good leader will naturally embody.
If you are not feeling that this is natural for you, then look to
another model for yourself. And so the
concept of “paying it forward” becomes the activity which occurs as good people
both seek and embody the challenge of leadership. And as good leaders model a good way, they
are developing their followers into role models themselves. Thus, these emerging leaders will develop
their own followers, and so on.
Always remember that you are leading through word and
deed. You are a model of what is right. Your team is watching you. Stand in your integrity as a reflection to
all.
What does inspiration feel like? Although we consider it an emotion, do you
feel inspiration within your body? Where? And how do we act, or react, when we feel it?
What causes you to experience that unique kind of
excitement? And, how can you provide
that same type of inspiration to your people?
When we think about inspiration, we remember people
who have been a catalyst for ideas—a spark.
Many times, these ideas have already been simmering, somewhere within
our minds, on a back burner. A sudden
synchronicity, an unexpected meeting, or even a dream, can help us turn up the
heat. Inspiration comes like a clearing
of clouds on a rainy day.
As your team works through a new project, are they sometimes
stuck on simmer? Are there problems for
which they have not yet found a solution?
You are the leader who will turn up the heat. You are the catalyst that will trigger the “aha”
moment, thereby causing the same emotion (as mentioned) to happen in the people
who look to you to inspire. The knowing
of this will remind you to remain poised as the one people will remember. You are the one who must navigate your
company through the evolution process of growth and abundance.
The Amethyst Cave
The inspiration for this piece came to me in a vision of the Amethyst Room. Saint Germaine stood by my side and he was surrounded by a golden light. He held a gold chalice in his right hand. He spoke to me and said one word: “Love”.
First, I stood in the nothing. It was not light, and it was not dark. There was no emptiness, for that would have not been nothing. There was no time, no space, and no thing. There was only me.
But wait! I see color. I see form. It is vague and distant. It is unclear. Suddenly I am. standing in a cave. The walls of this cave are covered in amethyst crystals. The geode formation is alive, and ever changing before my eyes. I feel the dampness of the cave on my skin. Mystery lurks, and the dark recesses of the cave are as metaphor for the same unexamined corners of myself–those areas where the light does not reach. As I study the walls with fascination, they begin to expand. The cave has become larger.
St Germaine appears and suddenly the cave is a room. It is the Amethyst Room, that which I have conceived of, and which has been the subject of many dreams. His light shows the breathtaking beauty of the room, specially designed for me, and by me. I gaze at the brilliant crystals and I am enthralled.
But now the ascended master is inviting others into our sacred room, and they begin to surround us. First did my loved ones enter, and the cave became an opulent temple, with smooth amethyst walls. The stone Is now polished, and gleaming. Is this the golden temple of my vision on Mount Shasta? I see family, my beloved children, dear friends, relatives, and those who I have lost and for whom I still mourn. Happiness overwhelms me. Tears of joy begin to pour from my eyes. But now also enter those who have harmed. I recoil as I observe abusers, both recognized and unknown. There are criminals, perverts, those I fear, and those who present as threatening to my precious ones. With horror, I witness those who I have judged as unworthy, mingled amongst those who I have perceived as immaculate. “Love them”, he coaxes.
Now come animals, beloved pets. My heart smiles again, and I yearn to reach out and touch them, caress them, and play with them. The room has become like a beautiful meadow, with a soft purple mist surrounding it. I see the beauty of flowers, the paradoxical magic of herbs and mushrooms, and the trees offering their precious fruits. Yet next I begin to see that amongst them are rabid dogs who will attack me. Ferocious bears, sharks, hungry wolves, and all manner of dangerous animals begin to encroach. Fear rises up inside of me. “Love them”, he reminds me.
Now appear angels, elementals, the realms of Telos, and Avalon. Now drift in the Hathors, the Arcturians, and all benevolent beings from higher dimensions. I welcome them with awe. I am still centered, with Saint Germaine, in the midst of the amethyst place. It stretches now beyond my field of vision. I know somehow that it is an infinite space. Is this a purple heaven? But now my smile fades as I see ghosts, fearful creatures of nightmares, and entities from all hells. “Love them”. He commands. I hesitate, I falter. Saint Germaine is watching me, encouraging me. All are waiting, watching.
Now comes flooding over me the memory of Jesus, and his words to Saint Peter, the Rock. Do you love me? Thrice he asked, and thrice Simon Peter responded. But was that anger? Impatience? What was in Peter’s voice as he repeated his answer? This was The third time the risen Christ had appeared to him. And three times, Peter had denied Jesus. Was this the same journey as Saint Germaine took me on, inside the Amethyst Room? Know the synchronicity of the trigonal ctystal system.
So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jona, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jona, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jona, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep. John 21:15-17 KJVA
Is this the story of the greatest love, the unconditional, the true love, agape? Must we search, and labor in order to find it? And how will we know?
I sought love, but I shall never find it.
I gave love to others, but it crumbles like dried clay in their hands.
I felt love, and it withdraws from me.
I implored of one to love another, and they refuse.
Where is that love?
The purple flame of St Germaine is the catalyst: the power of the three, the trinity. It is the fire which does not consume. He is the great alchemist and reminds us that we, also, are the same as he. He decries that we continue look to another to transform all negative emotions–fear, hatred, shame–into true agape love. How, then, is this done?
Go back now, my friend, into the great purple space of infinite love. And bring the universe with you. Welcome “the others”. Draw them close.
Go back, then, to the lush and fragrant rolling meadow, and embrace the life forms there. Touch them. Enjoy them. Learn them. Understand them.
Return into the temple, the one of your dreams. Let all approach you. Feel the energy multiply. Release your judgement, forgive, purge, cleanse, and see the unseen. Reach out with your hands and with your mind. As the synapses spark and sparkle in the corpus callosum, so, too, do the spiritual sinews of the electronic human. All is well. All is known. All is love.
Remaining now is Saint Germaine, by your side still, in the purple crystal cave. But something is different. Gnosis has overtaken doubt. Compassion has overtaken ego. The violet flames surround you. You feel a connection like never before and you two become merged, and now one.
The One remains, in the nothing. The nothing is the agape. The One is the agape. Each soul, created by the One Source, is the One. There is only Agape. There is only love.