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The Galactic Butterfly

Matty's Journal

May 2012

We are travelers on a cosmic journey. Stardust. Swelling and dancing in the whirlpool of infinity. Life is eternal. But the expressions of life are momentary, transit. Buddha once said: “This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, rushing by like a current down the steep mountain.”

We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other. To meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment but it is transient. If we share with caring, light heartedness and love we will create abundance and joy for each other. And then this moment will have been worthwhile.”
Deepak Chopra


What does it take to recognize your true essence,

the God that has always been.

What road has been traveled, continue to travel, allowing your eyes' and heart

to expand, discover, remember.


In our 3D world, in this 3D body, filled with comparisons, judgments.

There was a time when I spoke from my ego that I didn't pass judgments.

When I 'looked' deeply, when I was faced with my truth,

seeing the clarity of what I was looking at, my internal conversation

was saying. The voices are so loud, they were causing deep pressure on the

sides of my head. As if a vice were attached.

I released myself from this grip by chanting love

love love love love love.


I'm in Dallas as I write this, on the 21st May, I will be


OMGoodness, 2 more sleep overs, home.

I've been here (Mesquiete TX) except for 16 days, since February


my new grand baby was born on the 7th May, Elijah Ray

tiny, precious angel.

He is my 9th grand child. Amazing, simply amazing.


I've learned so much more about me, the phrase I use,

“speak to the listening.” mw


I became quiet clear what I could say, what words to use to empower the space.

Mostly not speak about what I was thinking.

My daughter has had a formal education, two Master Degrees.

Years of being a 'personal' life coach.

She has her 'view' points on life, they fit neatly into her reality.

They work in this relationship she is in

there is little for me to contribute.


our energy field feels as though we are earth years apart.



what eked thru the cracks, in the silence, is my judgment,

I grew up in a 'true' family unit, having meals as a family was there,

always. Being with one another, taking walks after dinner, as a family.

I continued to live this life, taking into my family with my children.


Stepping into Kelly's life, having it be the complete opposite of how

she crew up, I would sit in total confusion. ( judgment took over)

this caused a huge riff, We spoke, cleared the space, as I have no need to

defend myself. I own what words and deeds that come from me.

Inside all of this, I struggled.

The energy become unbearable to the point where none of us could

find comfort.

It was time for me to leave.


As a parent, I want the best for my children, to feel love, to be happy, content,

to have fun, to be playful,


my life in Arizona, with my soul family is like that,

filled with love, fun, being playful, supporting one another,

listening to others point of view on life.

I'm fascinated by how this unfolded, fascinated and saddened.

We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other. To meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment but it is transient. If we share with caring, light heartedness and love we will create abundance and joy for each other. And then this moment will have been worthwhile.”
Deepak Chopra


thank you Deepak . . .

you put it all together so sweetly.


'Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.

Love life and yourself

The Inner Journey is brought to you by John & Patrice Robson of

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

-- Lao Tzu

There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance.

We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.

"It matters not Who you love, Where you love, Why you love, When you love, Or how you love, It matters only that you love."

-- John Lennon

"Why not go out on a limb? Isn't that where the fruit is?"

-- Frank Scully

Thank you John & Patrice

I love your insights, your desire to bring 'truth' to all peoples.


“Only life's experiences gives you an advantage” mw



breathing, feeling my body relax, my heart refill.

This is Eden, Soul family come gathering here last nite,

hugs, tears, joy.

I am filled with such gratitude, everything that appears is the creation & gift.

'Talking about 'the words we use'

sitting with 'soul' family over a fantastic meal that Cindy created, a

welcome home meal.

We were talking about 'the words we use'. . .

to 'know' there's never anything 'wrong' or 'bad'

in the event what was said created a diverse reaction, this creates an

opportunity to clear it up, restate your position.

I had a personal statement,

“I'm complete with my energy towards another,” (no name here)

“that's a lie, I'm not complete at all.”

I felt my body shift when I told my truth.

Now I have an opening to truly complete, rather then

'pretending' I'm complete.

We've gone thru a huge portal on the 21st May.

The Eclipse created a new opening for all


Our majix parade continues to expand.

Awe the glory of these moment.

Love love love


The law of love could be best understood and learned through little children.

- Mahatma Gandhi -


'The children are leading the way'


allowing my inner child to take the lead, to guide me with

unconditional love, walk thru the fire that has transformed into a rainbow.

Golden arches with soft hews of sparkling light

We, truly, are the ones we've been waiting for.

What most people don't understand is that, "it is what we give of ourselves" and not,
"what we take from others and give to the many" is when we will have a life.


And, God only promises a equal beginning not a equal end,
the in between is up to the individual, and not up to anyone else

If you begin to understand what you are without
trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation.

- Jiddu Krishnamurti -

all life is blessed, what you make of it is totally how you

interpret your point of view towards all that is set before you.

In the event you're still looking at your life from a

'right / wrong'

possession, you might want to take a closer look at 'your reasons'

for how you've come to posses these views, and how are they serving you?

Forest Gump said,

“Happy is, as happy does”

“Life is a box of chocolates, you don't know what you got till you bit into it”

the duality we had been indoctrinated into, no longer applies.

There had been a statement we used,

'Living outside the box, or looking outside the box'

what box? There's never been a box to live outside of .


another one of those grand illusions.

What a hoot.

Amazing, all the 'illusions' we've taken on as 'the truth'

now that our heart / eyes are wide open, the curtain has been removed,

all veils have been lifted, everything is bright, clear, unconditional love resides.


Be aware of your thinking

"There is a thought in your mind right now. The longer you hold on to it,
the more you dwell upon it, the more life you give to that thought.
Give it enough life, and it will become real. So make sure the thought is indeed a great one."

-- Ralph Marston


We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence,
therefore, is not an act but habit. - Aristotle

                  Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much. He would always greet you
with a big smile and a firm handshake.
Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years,
no one could really say they knew him very well.
                   Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning.
The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us.
He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII.

                   Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII,
he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood
with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity.
When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers
for caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence,
he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner.
Without fanfare, he just signed up.

                   He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened.
He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him.
Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, "Would you like a drink from the hose?"
The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, "Yeah, sure," with a malevolent little smile.
As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm, throwing him down.
As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl's
assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled. Carl tried
to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg. He lay there trying to
gather himself as the minister came running to help him. Although the minister had witnessed
the attack from his window, he couldn't get there fast enough to stop it.
"Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?" the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet.

Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head. "
Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday."
His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose.
He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water.
Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, "Carl, what are you doing?"

"I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately," came the calm reply.

Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel.
Carl was a man from a different time and place. A few weeks later the three returned.
Just as before their threat was unchallenged.

Carl again offered them a drink from his hose.

This time they didn't rob him.. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched
him head to foot in the icy water. When they had finished their humiliation
of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing
catcalls and curses, falling over one another
laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done.

Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving
sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering.
The summer was quickly fading into fall. Carl was doing some tilling
when he was startled by the sudden approach of
someone behind him. He stumbled and fell
into some evergreen branches.

As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the
tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down
for him. He braced himself for the expected attack.

"Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time."

The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed
and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up,
the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl.

"What's this?" Carl asked. "It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's your stuff back.

Even the money in your wallet." "I don't understand," Carl said. "Why would you help me now?"

The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "
I learned something from you," he said. "I ran with that gang
and hurt people like you. We picked you because you
were old and we knew we could do it But every time we came
and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back,
you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate
us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate."

 He stopped for a moment. "I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back."

He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more
there was to say. "That bag's my way of saying thanks for
straightening me out, I guess." And with that, he walked off down the street.

Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it.
He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist..
Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo.
He gazed for a moment at the young bride that
still smiled back at him from all those years ago.

He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather.
In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn't know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church.
The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life.

In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, "Do your best
and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden."

The following spring another flyer went up. It read: "Person needed to care for Carl's garden."

The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when
a knock was heard at the minister's office door.


Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands
holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the young man said.

The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch
and wallet to Carl. He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around.
As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said,
"Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him."

The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers
and vegetables just as Carl had done. During that time, he went to college, got married,
and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot
his promise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as beautiful
as he thought Carl would have kept it.

One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't care for
the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, "My wife just had
a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday.."
"Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys.
"That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?"
"Carl," he replied.. That's the whole gospel message simply stated. 


If your not treasuring every moment of your life, who are you being? got my vote.

Count me in


“According to Vedanta, there are only two symptoms of enlightenment, just two indications that a transformation is taking place within you toward a higher consciousness. The first symptom is that you stop worrying. Things don't bother you anymore. You become light-hearted and full of joy. The second symptom is that you encounter more and more meaningful coincidences in your life, more and more synchronicities. And this accelerates to the point where you actually experience the miraculous.

― Deepak Chopra, Synchrodestiny


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