Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Because I love an angry man...

And have in the past been known to share my life with other angry men I have a deep understanding of the contradiction that is our societies solution to the battered and abused women issue.

We have gone to such great lengths to provide hidden shelters, counselling and financial assistance to the multitude of women out there who have found themselves in a situation that may endanger the safety and security of both them and their children; a movement I wholeheartedly applaud and support.

It confuses me however, that with so much evidence pointing in the direction of there being a serious problem within our society regarding anger and control issues that we have done almost nothing to provide the same support for men that we are so willing and able to provide for women.
As far as I can see, we have only provided a band aid solution and have not taken the time to seek out the solutions to the root cause of these troubles. Now this is not to say that the women’s shelters are not needed, indeed they are and will continue to be unless something is done about the men who batter and abuse. However, it seems to me that waiting until the man lashes out and physically harms a woman or a child and then treating him while he is paying his debt to society while sitting in a jail cell is just not an efficient way to solve the problem.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

In Support of the 99% :) Unity for Humanity and Fair Treatment for ALL!!! I thank you...

Three years ago when I began writing and calling out to the hearts of my readers many people told me I was crazy... When I looked around at our world and I cried out through my work as an author and blogger that there must be a change many people told me it would never come...
They told me that humans were naturally selfish, naturally greedy and that the divisions and sorrows that had plagued the human race for centuries could not be overcome. They told it wasn’t worth it, that I was putting my faith in a lost cause. I told them I had faith, not only in a higher power that protects and shelters but in the human beings who are the living breathing manifestation of that power...
EVERYTHING I have written has been because I BELIEVED that the world could and would CHANGE for the BETTER and that mankind could and would UNITE with ONE HEART – ONE MIND – ONE VOICE for FREEDOM – The first words I ever published we “This week I started a revolution...”
The last few paragraphs of my first novel were...

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Guru's and Bafoonery



When the student becomes the teacher...
What happens? Better yet how does it happen?
There is a balance here in our world that must be maintained – a very precarious balance that defines who and what we are – what in fact makes our world so very precious... a balance between all things opposite that make up the diversity and colourful tapestry that is life on our planet. In among the obvious; light and dark, male and female, good and evil, exists something many of us do not stop to consider. It is the realm of knowledge – I know vs. I do not know...
How hard is it for the average person to say those words? I don’t know...
How difficult is it for one to admit? I do not know...
So how does the one who has always had the answers suddenly become the one who is asking the questions? I don’t know, but I do know it happens...

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Still Inspired by Earth Song...

And I see I am not the only one; this video was passed off to me today through a friend. I love that the original is still to this day inspiring artists to find ways to continue to spread Michael's message.


So I thought I would pass it on to you, along with the original blog written in November that was my own tribute to our Mother. If we are ever to learn to be at one with our planet and care for her as we should we must learn to be at one with and care for our fellow man.




Inspired by EARTH SONG...
She was just a child; young, innocent and pure the day she brought the flower to the man with the gun...
War had been her life, from the time of her birth her village had been occupied by foreign soldiers. They said they had come to help her village, to fight for freedom but she even in her short life had seen too much death to believe this to be true. Her heart told her that freedom was hers by right, hers by birth, hers to have and to hold through the simple act of living and loving the life she lived; she did not understand who it was she should be fighting against.
They came with their guns, their tanks, their military way of thinking; destroy or be destroyed – kill or be killed but it hurt her to bear witness to their pain. She could see it there, in their eyes, even as they strolled through the streets acting tough and brave she could see the sorrow. She could feel the anguish and she understood in her innocence that the anger came from their need to be there. They knew they should not, they knew to kill was not right and that to take any life was a crime against nature but she also knew that they were here because they believed they had to be here to protect the innocent, to protect children like her.
None of it made sense but it was the way it was and what power did a small child have to change the ways of the world...

Thursday, September 22, 2011

My Quest to find my INNER CHILD!!!

Last night I had the honour and the privilege to join our good friends from Inner Child Radio on their weekly Hump Day Show to discuss my work, and what drives me to continue the quest to follow my dreams. It was so much fun to share my time with such amazing people and would like to invite you to check out the embedded episode below and to also seek out Just Bill and Inner Child Radio to learn more about their show and their own work to bring more love into our world.


Listen to internet radio with Inner Child Radio on Blog Talk Radio

You can join the Inner Child family of creators by checking out the following link
INNER CHILD NING

Or visit Just Bill at his Publishing site
INNER CHILD PRESS

Monday, September 19, 2011

The Ego Trip Called Poverty...

I was touring around Manila one time, minding my own business when I was approached by an elderly priest who apparently thought he had some wisdoms to share with me that were important enough to stop me in the street outside of one of the busiest shopping malls in the city. Regardless of the strangeness of the encounter (which if you have read my book, you will realize I am getting quite used to) and in spite of the fact I am not partial to men of the cloth I accepted his invitation to stop and chat a bit about God and the meaning of life. What followed was a remarkable conversation (mostly one sided) and some very unique insights into his version of the truth. He asked me a series of questions, many of which left me wondering who between us was less sane; one such question however sticks in my mind as being attached to a lesson I should never have forgotten. He asked me if I was willing to die for God, to which I answered without hesitation that yes, of course, without question. His response was not what I expected...

Monday, August 22, 2011

Working It All Out...

Working it all out...

And moving on – or up ... I hope.

And so I sit down yet again at my computer with a whole bunch of crap weighing me down and wondering to myself how I am going to express it all. If you stopped by yesterday to check out our rather long rant on Coffee With Source I imagine that you already have an idea of where this might be headed. If not the option to listen is still there – I am not about to take it down anytime soon because I believe to do so would be to dishonour the very lesson we have been working so hard at learning over the last couple weeks. I want to sit here and write to you about how important it is to be true to yourself and to embrace and own your emotions but I have to again be completely honest with you and with myself and tell you that right now I just don’t have it in me.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Everyday Connection - Reflections - Paxton Robey

I imagine the day had to come, given the heartfelt honesty of our guests, when a story shared would leave me not only speechless, but mildly shaken from the emotions that were stirred up from the intimate nature of the words spoken.

It was one of those rare times on our show where the energy seemed to be subdued, with soften spoken questions and smoothly flowing answers that blended together into a tale told of self destruction, sacrifice, and in the end survival and celebration of a life well lived.

I have sat at this keyboard for the last two days, searching for the right words to use, words to convey the feeling of kinship and deep respect that flowed through me on the night of the show. No matter how hard I tried, the sweet sounding phrases would not come and it was then that I had to do the one thing I dread most when writing; lay down my pen and walk away...

Thursday, August 11, 2011

For The Love of my Home Town

For The Love of my Home Town...


I spent 16yrs of my life trying to get out of the small town in which I grew up because I always thought that they would never understand me. It has occurred to me of late that it is I who was unwilling to understand them...

So I ventured forth into the great unknown vowing to find the excitement and adventure I dreamed of, praying I would find a place I could call home. I went seeking for people of like mind, people who would accept me, all the while hiding my truth from the very people who knew my 'me' better, on many levels, than I knew myself. I broke out of my shell, explored the world around me, journeyed deep into my own heart and soul in an attempt to find some sense of peace, some proof that love existed in our world, some confirmation that my ideas of compassion, acceptance and understanding for all were not so farfetched as to be an unattainable dream. From around the world, creators stumbled, glided, flew and dropped into my life in various shapes and forms and I felt for a while as if I had broken down the final wall and tapped into a secret the world needed to learn. I wrote books, I did video’s, I talked and I shared in a vain attempt to tell the world how amazing it is, to prove to them all that they can, that they will...
Then I grew up...

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

You make a living doing that? The Shameless Author...


I was recently at a BBQ being held by some of my love’s friends. People I had never met, who kindly opened up their luxurious home and invited us in for an evening of fun. This is how I would like to remember them, in fact for the most part I recall them as being extremely giving, generous, outgoing people yet something about the first few minutes of our encounter has made me reflect on how society views people who work in the arts.
My love never hides the fact that I am an author; in fact he is more than happy to share that information with anybody who asks, knowing that my pen is such a big part of who I am, it is a natural part of any introduction he makes. Yet it has occurred to me, that more often than not, the first question asked with regards to my work is not, “what do you write about?” or “where can we find your books?” or even (and yes I know I may be asking too much) “do you enjoy what you do?”; rather it is a very pointed, in your face and blunt referral to societal perceptions about the starving artist syndrome, “So, can you make a living doing that?”.

Monday, August 8, 2011

My Feel Good Blog...

My Feel Good Blog...
Sigh...
Sometimes it just seems that no matter what I do, I can’t seem to find the natural joy that we all know is a natural part of who we are. There are days when it just seems to be too much, when even the little day to day irritations are overwhelming, causing fear and doubt to overpower reason and send me spiralling into a self destructive, self depreciating inner dialogue. There have been many who have offered me tools to use to remain grounded, many who have offered me wisdom and advice, and many who have over the years encouraged me simply to find my own path to inner peace. I tried to do the meditations, I tried to do the visualizations, I tried the baths with sea salt and candles, I even tried my old friend the pen yet still there are moments when even something as personal to me as writing cannot lift me up out of my morbid mood and set me back on the path to feeling good about life.
It is those times when all other tools fail, when there is seemingly nowhere left to turn that I seek the assistance of the universal language of music. I have built myself a top five list of songs I play each and every time I am feeling a little lost.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Good? Evil? Who are YOU to judge? For that matter who AM I?

Just to be clear on something, just because I write about a topic does NOT mean I think I have all the answers to the questions surrounding that particular issue. What it does mean however is that I am working on figuring this stuff out for myself and as it is in my nature to share what I discover as I discover it, I tend to feel no shame in writing about my latest ‘ah ha’ moment. Lately (ok longer than lately but let’s focus on today shall we) it has seemed to me that much time and energy is being wasted on trivial matters such as world peace, saving the planet and feeding the hungry. Now before you go off on me and get all indignant and up on your pedestal please hear me out and if at the end of this you still want to tear a strip off me by all means feel free to write to me – feenxrising@gmail.com I welcome wholeheartedly any feedback you may have with regards to this particular idea.
It is not that I think that the things I mentioned above are not important but rather that our approach to changing that which we feel needs to be changed is perhaps a bit twisted. In terms of ‘saving’ our world (a phrase I have come to have much distaste for of late) I would think perhaps there are more important issues to tackle such as self love, teaching our children to follow their dreams and reassuring ourselves and the others we share our lives with that there are no limits to what we can accomplish.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

EVERYDAY CONNECTION - With Special Guest Veronica Torres...

She’s about as real as it gets and when you need to put that human connection back into your everyday connection Veronica is most assuredly the way to go...
We had a BLAST with her on tonight’s show but rather than spoil the fun for you by revealing here what was discussed I’ll simply direct you to little green button and ask you again to press play.
I promise you will not be disappointed...



To find out more about Veronica and what she does please feel free to check out her website at ELOHEIM AND THE COUNCILwhere you will find a plethora of great information and a whole lot of personality. Have fun and as always all my love...
Jean Victoria Norloch
www.feenxrising.blogspot.com

P.S. Don't forget to join us next week while we explore the world of Shenanigans with my much loved and respected friend Momma Webb Cat.

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TRUTH - In The Beginning...

“So,” his deep voice rumbled, growing louder as he walked towards where she was resting, “Now what...?”
He stood there, towering over her and she shook herself from her reverie to look up at him and squinted at both the sun and his eyes glaring down at her.
“Oh for God’s sake,” she groaned, “can’t you leave me in peace for even one day?”
“No”, the rumble became a purr as he softened both his voice and his approach, then lowering himself onto the sand beside her he nudged her gently with his shoulder, “you said you had a job to do and then suddenly you decide to retire?”
She sighed and shook her head, “I didn’t decide to retire, they did...” she raised her arm and shook it loosely at the sky, “Or rather”, she added with a giggle, “we did, collectively...” She cocked her head to the side and peeked at him through her long, silver streaked hair, “besides, it’s time. Look around you, they figured it out and now they are using what they have learned. They are doing amazing things, they don’t need us anymore...” She ran her hand along the surface of the sand and under her breath she mumbled, “Sometimes I think, they never did.”
“Have you lost your mind?” He grabbed her arm roughly, “You can’t possibly believe that? After everything you’ve done...”
“Oh,” she retorted angrily pulling her arm away, “and what is it I’ve done that somebody else could not have. No”, she took a deep breath to calm herself, “they would have figured it out on their own, given time, had we not interfered, they would have found their way.” She sighed again and shook her head then looked up into his steel blue eyes, “Why do you care? You never liked them anyways; I thought you would be happy...” She turned towards him and reached her hand up to tenderly touch his face. “Let’s not fight my heart, we managed to make it this far, let’s just move on and find some peace in this. We can get on with our lives now, with no more work to do we can just enjoy simply being. Isn’t that enough?”

Monday, July 11, 2011

A LONG TIME AGO...


A long time ago I knew a man, full of light and love. We would walk along the sandy shores of the land in which we lived and talk about the wonders in that land. I recall a moment in time when the light of the sun had caused a glint on the sand beneath our feet and so he sat there running his fingers through the grains musing about the intricacy of life and all its varied shapes and forms. ‘It is ALL connected’, he would say and place my hands alongside his to feel the heat of the sand that had been warmed by the sun above. He spoke of the flow of what he referred to as a life force through all things, and how it was the ebb and flow of that life force that brought sickness, sorrow, pain and even death yet he would always remind me that that same flow also brought us health, joy, ecstasy and life.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged

Judge Not Lest YE Be Judged...
WOO HOO!!! We’re going Biblical...
Ok, so for those of you out there who follow my blogs you are more than likely thinking I’ve gone
right off the deep end; I mean it’s not often I wander down this particular path given my insistence in the past that all truths are valid and that our world was never meant to be inhabited by people who all think and act the same. Of course many of you also know my distaste for fanatical beliefs in any one subject and that it is often my want to encourage self examination and exploration of our world with an open heart and open mind.
I wrote a blog not too long ago that seems to have inspired some deeper thinking in some readers with regards to our perceptions of our world and how they affect our reality. Following the line of thinking wherein our thoughts and feelings create the reality that we experience and that we can by altering our view of things actually alter the way those things affect not only us but the world in which we live I explained that it might then be more than possible that the more we wish to fix our world the more we are focussing our thoughts on the fact that our world does indeed still need fixing. At the end of it I managed to come up with one mind blowing thought, ‘The Road To Hell Really Is Paved With Good Intention’. Yikes!!!

Monday, July 4, 2011

Depression and Self Repression... (my love-hate relationship with the wonder drugs of today)

Depression and Self Repression... (my love-hate relationship with the wonder drugs of today)
First of all – I hate the phrase wonder drug – knowing what I know now, it bothers me on such a deep level that advertisements on TV and Radio for the latest sure fire cure leaves me with a nauseous feeling in my stomach that sometimes takes hours to go away.

Of course it would be completely unfair of me to whine about the overuse and misuse of drugs if I could not offer up a story to explain my distaste for chemical cures so yet again I will reach back a bit in time and pull a few interesting experiences from my ‘been there, done that’ repertoire. I can only ask that you bear with me a little, these memories are old news to me, though for some of you they may come as a shock, please know that they cause me no pain as I have with time come to a more clear understanding of why. In short, don’t you dare feel sorry for me for having gone through what I have gone through – I certainly do not feel sorry for myself and my closest friends will tell you there is a certain level of appreciation and gratitude for these experiences as they have allowed me a very up close and personal look into the lives of those who have suffered loss.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Every Day Connection With Special Guest Jacob Israel...

The Scriptures meets Law of Attraction...
I bet you are expecting a grand fight right? WRONG WRONG WRONG...
This is the one show you DO NOT want to miss. We brought on my favourite Bible Guru – sure sure you all know by now how much I try not to use the word but in all honestly this man just rocks with his straight forward message of getting back into self. The best part of what he does and why I adore his work so much is that he uses Scripture to back up his explanations of the interconnectedness of all. WE ARE ALL ONE... that’s right, we keep shouting it and we know you might be getting sick of hearing it but sorry too bad it simply is a message that we feel needs to get out. We imagine that given that much of the work we do of late is centered around the Law of Attraction that you may think that bringing a man on the show who has an in depth understanding of the Bible might stir up a bit of trouble. Far from it, as the discussion flows and begins to expand there is a deeper understanding brought out through our connection to each other and in the end it all comes back to the one truth that we can all agree on. Let’s get back to the heart of the matter which is the heart – ditch the division and the titles and all the stuff that we use to justify our tendency towards separation and simply accept that we are all human, we all have a great capacity within us to love and we all need each other because my darlings we ARE each other...
So Hit the magic green play button and buckle up for another adventure into oneness and unity.




To find out more about Jacob Israel you can visit him at his blog site Jacob's Ladder

I promise you will not be bored; insightful, thought provoking and honest...

As always my love to you all until we meet again...
Jean Victoria Norloch

Friday, June 24, 2011

I’ll Be Damned – The Road to Hell Really IS Paved With Good Intentions

Albert Einstein once said that the most important decision you ever make is whether or not you live in a hostile universe or a friendly universe...

Which given his reputation for genius might lead one to want to examine the power of their thoughts and the choices they make with regards to how they perceive the world in which they live. An interesting thought arose today and now I am left re-evaluating a much overused and what I believe to now have been an extremely misunderstood old saying.

We are here to discover and explore and to for the most part enjoy the adventures that we have. Part of the journey, it would seem, is to become consciously aware of one’s capacity to create their own reality. It is spoken of often of late, this hidden power that humans have; a power I might add that we for whatever reason decided to hide from ourselves. Perhaps it is for the sake of the joy of rediscovering it and rejoicing in this new thing we have learned. Regardless of our reasons for denying ourselves our own Godliness for so long we are now on the verge of truly stepping into our own as co-creative light beings with a direct line to the Creator within whom all wisdom can be found. Great – this ought to be an overwhelmingly fun game to play yet for all that we are wandering around the planet trying out our new power by altering our own personal lives we have forgotten perhaps one extremely important aspect of all of this... If we can say with certainty that we create our own reality can we also at the same time say ‘I created this, I created that but that over there – I simply can’t have created it so it must be because of that guy...’

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father's Day Tribute...

Father’s Day?
A whole year it has been since I wrote on this topic and my first question has to be why... Why has it taken me an entire year to rejoice in the value and worth of those men in my life who have been a loving, supportive influence? Why has it taken me a year to get back around to saying thank you to them by way of my pen to those precious male peoples who have helped to keep me on my feet over the last year of life challenges?
Could it be that I have forgotten about all that they have done for me? Is it that they are not always in my thoughts? Not likely, since not only are they in my thoughts but most of them are also still a very active presence in my life; sharing my joys and offering the shoulder I need during times of sorrow. Perhaps much of it has to do with this idea that there has been a special day set aside to celebrate their gift of life to me; perhaps it is that I am so used to not worrying about it until Father’s Day roles around that I forget to say thank-you the rest of the year. Naw, that’s not it either because my life as it is now entails a great deal of gratitude and passing onto others my appreciation for the love they have shown me. Maybe it is that I just figure nobody is going to read a tribute to Dad’s at any other time of the year? Except all men appreciate any appreciation given at any time and I think the ladies out there who have been blessed enough to share their time and space with truly good men would agree that there really is no inappropriate time to say thank you to these men.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Random Encounters of The Artistic Kind...


Nothing soothes the soul quite like a walk down the beach and a quiet moment of contemplation listening to the melodic rhythms of the water caressing the shore. And I imagine that someday that may be how a day at the beach will be for me but for now, living where I live, it is doubtful that a mid-afternoon hike down to a busy, rocky shoreline will have many soothing, quiet or peaceful moments. Rather it offers up an opportunity to explore what the rest of the world is up to, a glimpse into the lives of those who have also found their way down to the water.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Close Encounter?

Close Encounter? Hardly – their origins are nowhere near to ‘close’...
From the ongoing saga of FEENX and her strange encounters of a surreal kind I offer up a story that will never make it into the books... (Or will it?) – If you have not read the books then you may have some catching up to do 

Have you ever had a conversation with a Light Being? I mean a full out – I have a million questions to ask and expect to get some answers kind of conversation... Let me tell you, straight up, the answers you get are sometimes not the kind of answers you want to hear.
For our friend Feenx, it had been an ongoing slew of questions that spanned a time line of about two years when ‘they’ finally decided to pop up unexpectedly and offer up some not so easy answers...

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Tears of Appreciation...

Often in this crazy world in which we live, along the path we have chosen to walk, we face self imposed challenges. At times it feels as if we are overwhelmed and overrun with emotion, yet through our understanding we reach a place of peace; knowing that all is as it should be and all happenings happen as they are meant to happen, we cannot help but balance ourselves out in the end and regain our sense of calm.

We often talk of the value of contrast, the value of opposition to light, the need to appreciate what it means to stand in a place of perfection by comparing that perfection to what might be perceived as an imperfect experience. We often speak of the fact that all things are in fact perfect and it is only our perception of it and our ability to accept the adventure that goes along with the journey that we are able to learn from and grow from those moments where we lose sight temporarily of that perfection. We even talk of the value of the emotion that goes along with that loss of sight, the need at times to release our pain and sorrow in a manner that flushes out the blockages that we, at times, put into our lives. Yet it is not often that another form of flushing is spoken of and it is that rush of intense emotions I wish to touch on to today as it has so recently touched me.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Difference Between 3rd World Compassion and 1st World Complacency

A typical Sunday afternoon chatting with a friend about world issues can sometimes lead one to ask some controversial questions. Such a question recently came up while talking to an old friend about the current flooding situation in Quebec Canada. While I was sitting in his store, he mentioned that he had a customer who was one of the many flood victims; she was for the moment staying in a hotel, which she could apparently afford yet he wondered what would become of the multitude of people who had suddenly found themselves without a home. At first glance, there is a huge outpouring of compassion for those who have been hit by this year’s disaster yet if one is to dig deeper the question inevitably comes up ... As Canadians are we doing enough?

Friday, May 27, 2011

The Birth of Strength...


As a mother I remember well the long wait from the time we discovered that we were expecting to that magical day when our angel decided it was time to come into the world. There was so much anticipation surrounding the birth; excitement mingled with fear then added to by every other emotion in between , that when ‘D’ day (I guess I should say ‘B’ day) finally came it was hard to know exactly what I was feeling. From the day we decided to take on the task of producing this film the emotions have been as varied as those experienced while awaiting the birth of my own daughter. Could we do this? How would we make it work? How amazing was this opportunity? Could it get any more exciting? What joys awaited us in the future and could we possibly have any more fun in the moment than we were already having? The intensity of the feelings throughout this adventure have produced an ongoing sense of wonder for the team; none more so than that magic moment yesterday when we realized we were in the final stages and ready to give birth; yes my friends the strength family is in labour.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Just Another Crazy Tale...

They say that sometimes a series of random events can lead you to be in a specific place at a specific time that will in turn lead to an event that will change your life; they also say that most of the time you have no idea that this is happening...
This is one of those stories, a week full of irritating circumstances that led to a completely new way of life...
She was visiting a friend in a city about six hours away from home. The morning of her departure came and she hopped in the car on her way back to her daughter early on Monday morning hoping to miss rush hour. She had a very busy week coming up, as the car she was now driving was being put up for sale that week and she had made arrangements already to leave it with a family member until it was sold. She was a single mom and in the middle of balancing an up and coming move to another province with her responsibilities as a mother and her recent change in careers; things had gotten so financially challenging that for the first time in 20yrs she could not afford to have a car, she felt she had no choice now but to sell it. Still she was grateful that friends had stepped up to the plate lately to assist her as much as possible even going so far as offering her a vehicle to use temporarily until she could get back on her feet. As much as she knew she would have a lot of running around to do in preparation for the sale, she was looking forward to spending some quality time with both her daughter and her friends; life lately had meant much travelling back and forth and she was anxious just to enjoy being a mom for a while.

Too bad the car it seems did not want to be sold; not 30 minutes after her pulling out of the drive she found herself stalled on the side of the road. Now thankfully the car was fairly new and still under warrantee so she called the emergency hotline and waiting patiently for a tow truck. While waiting she called family in the city to make sure somebody would be there to pick her daughter up from school, it was early after all and she figured it was more than likely the car would be fixed by the afternoon. Not so, as it turns out the part they needed had to be shipped in, ironically from the very city she had been trying to get to and so it was that she ended up back at her friends for a couple more days missing her daughter and wishing she could figure out a way to get home. Wednesday morning came and she drove happily out of the dealership once again looking forward to being reunited with her daughter; it had been a crazy two days with too many phone calls back and forth trying to make arrangements with family so that her daughter (thankfully now 14yrs) would have a place to stay until mom could get home.

Friday, May 13, 2011

My message to the Naysayers...

My message to the Naysayers...
Goodness knows, there are more than enough of you out there, I myself do battle with at least one of you every day. Our world as it is, full of doubt and fear, overtaken by power hungry men who would control the planet at the cost of the freedom of all others; this world that you perceive to be so full of evil cannot in your mind ever possibly change. So what does one say to this idea that all the efforts in the past and in the present have or are failing, how can one possibly argue against such logic. You point to the histories, battles, invasions, persecutions, the rising and falling empires and you say ‘you see, it has always been this way’. You point to our current troubles, religious wars, corruption, greed and a new invasion of a different kind (now they simply buy the country rather than overwhelm it with troops and force their way in) and you say ‘you see, it has always been this way’.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

A Mother’s Inspiration...

Every year around this time it comes to pass that millions of mothers are honoured and cherished for the sacrifices that they make for their loved ones throughout the year. Blogs are written, loving, moving, touching tributes to the women who stand behind us and are our guiding light. In keeping with the traditions of me not following traditions I think this time I will turn the tables on Mother’s day and let you all in on a little secret; something the mothers out there already know. In motherhood there is no sacrifice – only love...


There was this magic moment 14yrs ago when this tiny little bundle of gleaming light was gently laid into my arms and my life has never been the same. Not one moment has gone by that I have not thanked the heavens for bringing my angel to me as it is a knowing deep in my heart that without her my life as I know it could never be complete. You see she is special, my child; a gifted and talented girl with mischievous eyes and a wry smile that adds a touch of quirkiness to her gentle personality. Reflective she is, at times looking so deep within that she seems to become completely lost in herself and at other times looking so far out that I fear she may never come back. She is kind, compassionate, and calm; slow to anger and more apt to simply give you a look of ‘you did not just say that’ then to ever talk back or raise her voice. My own flesh and blood is one of the most complex personalities I have ever met and the person I may for most of my life be the one person I struggle the most to try and understand. She is and always has been for me a challenge; on occasion revealing profound insights that set me to pondering if life as I know it is really as it is. Yet more than being a challenge she has been an inspiration, and my reason for never giving up and never giving in. Quite simple put she is my life.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Shedding Light on Doing The Dishes

I walk in the door and let it slam shut behind me while my bag slides from my shoulder and hits the floor with a muffled thump. No point in taking off my boots, I muse, I doubt I will be here long enough to make it worth my while...
It’s been a long trip just to find my way back home; a week gone and six hours in the car to get back to the arms of my beloved but I do have plans to slip back out again and go see an old friend before my other half gets home from work.

I walk a little ways into the kitchen and sigh softly. I might be here longer than I thought, I realize as I glance over at the counter and notice the mountain of dishes piled up. Why on earth did he let them get so stacked up, I wonder as I meander over to the kitchen. Oh well, I laugh to myself while shaking my head, it is the one thing he really hates to do so no surprise really that there are so many; he could go weeks without ever cracking the tap if he had enough dishes to last that long. I chuckle out loud now at the mental picture of him wading through a kitchen overrun with dirty plates, stepping over bowls and tiptoeing through pots that need scrubbing just so he can get to the fridge for his traditional midnight snack. Funny, I think, that I find the humour in this now when not so many years ago it would have driven me up the wall. A new life, new lessons learned and a new man suddenly has made it acceptable. No point in nit picking at the little things after working so hard to build a strong relationship filled with trust and based on the simple principal of “I love you exactly as you are”. I can’t live and work with this kind of energy around me, I think as I start reorganizing them in preparation for a bit of dish doing. Then it occurs to me while I am shifting and shuffling dishes around so I have room to work, this is kinda of a metaphor for life really. We let things slide, let them build up. We have thoughts like ‘oh I can get to that later’ and ‘will do that the first chance I get’, then wonder why all of a sudden we have this overwhelming pile of dirtiness that we feel we have to deal with immediately or else...

Friday, April 15, 2011

Twisted Tales of a Truthful kind...

What would it be like if I was not aware? How would I live if my eyes had never been opened and if I did not see beyond the veil? What would life be if I could take all things at face value?
It is questions like these that haunt my days of late, questions of how and why things turn out the way they do... The sad part is that it is in the knowing that all happens for a reason and all is as it should be that I suffer most when it is supposed to be in the knowing that we find comfort and inner peace...

I suppose that is the paradox of existing in our current reality, this contrast between what we know to be a truth and what we see as being laid before our eyes for us to accept as a truth. It is the paradox that confuses the mind and muddles the heart, gives rise to a growing sadness and at the end of the day brings a certain sense of wonder at the vastness of the deception. The challenge is to accept that the deception is not created by any other than ourselves, that the lie we fight so boldly and bravely against was in truth set up by us in expectation of the experience that would come with our growing awareness of it. Yet how does this play into our everyday lives? How do we connect the dots so to speak of what we know to be true and what we see and feel to be how things are in our current state of being?

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Breaking it down for the young ones... (words of wisdom from my dad)

It occurred to me last night that there is a larger audience for my work as an author than I had first thought. After being sent a message from a teenage girl who lives in my building telling me that she was reading my novel and couldn’t put it down my first immediate action was to feel elated, satisfied and very much content with where I was as author. After all I have a daughter myself who is in her early teens and I am well aware of our young people’s high expectations when it comes to the information they pick and choose to focus their attention on. They may at first glance appear to be taken in by trends and multimedia high-jinks but I have known more than one teen to drop a favourite artist and never look back if they think that the artist is misrepresenting or not standing up for the message that the artist first came out with. I have also had long discussions with young people about the misuse and abuse of the power of those in positions of fame; bluntly put our young people seem to feel that their role models have a responsibility to show them through their actions a better more successful path to a healthy happy life. If you pay close attention to the messages in the music from some of the top artists of today you will notice the artists themselves have picked up on this idea and are doing their best to set a positive example by way of their chosen career and they are all painfully aware at the fickleness of fame so they act in accordance with working to maintain the image that first won them their position in the social eye. Knowing all this I considered it to be one of the highest compliments to have ever been paid, for a young woman to approve of my writing was for me a confirmation that I was well on my way to success; in fact to me it very much felt as if I had already succeeded.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Growing up With MOM...

The following piece of writing is to be part of a project to raise awareness about the effects of abuse...
please check out the following link as the author is currently looking for those who are willing to share their stories - also be aware this is a no holds barrred blog - If you are sensitive to issues such as abuse then perhaps it might be best to skip this one...

A quick note from the author who has launched this incredible project and then on with the story...

I am a survivor of childhood abuse which spiraled into a long term relationship with a man who introduced me to a life filled with domestic violence, and unfortunately I also became a non-offending mother of a sexually abused child. I am developing two books.

“Shadows of Silence: Book 1” gives readers a front row seat to what transpired in my life.

“Shadows of Silence: Book 2” This is an anthology e-book, with entries from professionals as well as both male and female survivors from most age brackets, from many walks of life and from many parts of the world.

As a sign of my appreciation for being a part of my e-book, you will receive a copy of the e-book "Shadows of Silence: Book 2" naturally free of charge (there is no selling price for this e-book)

Once I am published I will be presenting something that is rather unique gift. Most authors sell their book alone with nothing extra. I am giving the second e-book to those who purchase it. The second book will contain no less than 500 entries and no more than 1000. I am able to give it because I am paying a one -time fee for the temp plates.

Here's a link that will allow you to read some of my testimony and other articles that I have authored so that you can learn my writing style. http://sherry123456789.xanga.com/

I want to thank you in advance for caring enough to check out what I am doing. I really hope you will join me in my efforts to spread awareness about an issue that affects more than half of this world. If you are interested in adding your voice or if you have additional questions please do not hesitate to contact me at burt222@hotmail.com
I look forward to hearing from you.

Respectfully,
Sherry Clyburn


Growing up with MOM...
Today may mark the beginning of some extremely painful suffering and sorrow, or it may mark the beginning of some very powerful and potent healing. I can’t predict as I sit here to write out this tale which way this is going to go, yet something in my heart tells me it is an important step in the right direction so without thinking much on consequences I boldly stroke the keys of my computer in the interest of sharing a bit more of me with you in the hopes that it may lead both you and I to a place of acceptance and forgiveness.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

THE CHOICE IS YOURS...

Sometimes you see something and it just sticks with you, for hours, days, even months – sometimes you live through something and it haunts you for the rest of your life. I think that is how the soldiers who have come home from war overseas must feel and as much as I have prayed often for their safety I admit I did not give much thought to how I could help the cause. I guess we all have our thing, our gift that we offer up to others in this movement for peace, we all have our talents and our skills and our message to share. I write about peace often and share my stories and ideas with others but after seeing a very powerful video today about an organization in the USA I have to question whether it is enough. How long have we stood idly by as citizens of our respective nations (Canada and US) and bitched, whined and chewed about the cost of war, how long have we cried over the loss of family and friends and lamented the fact that this war should never have begun. How long have we waited for those in power to decide to pull our troops from other lands across the oceans, how long have we waited in vain?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Inspired by EARTH SONG

She was just a child; young, innocent and pure the day she brought the flower to the man with the gun...


War had been her life, from the time of her birth her village had been occupied by foreign soldiers. They said they had come to help her village, to fight for freedom but she even in her short life had seen too much death to believe this to be true. Her heart told her that freedom was hers by right, hers by birth, hers to have and to hold through the simple act of living and loving the life she lived; she did not understand who it was she should be fighting against.

They came with their guns, their tanks, their military way of thinking; destroy or be destroyed – kill or be killed, but it hurt her to bear witness to their pain. She could see it there, in their eyes, even as they strolled through the streets acting tough and brave she could see the sorrow. She could feel the anguish and she understood in her innocence that the anger came from their need to be there. They knew they should not, they knew to kill was not right and that to take any life was a crime against nature but she also knew that they were here because they believed they had to be here to protect the innocent, to protect children like her.

Monday, February 21, 2011

HEAL THE WORLD... What does it all mean?

Every generation breeds a new wave of incredibly talented artists, musicians, and writers; all of them
messengers, all of them bringing with them a piece of light from the heavens to place into our hands.

It is a light we call hope.

I am often stunned by the reactions of people to music, especially that which is written by artists who have a vision far beyond the modern day understandings of society. These revolutionary thinkers and feelers are attacked and ridiculed for their ideas, for their outspoken and often blatant cries of anguish with regards to the current state of our world. We look at not the content of the message, but rather the packaging, and we think ‘that person is too far out there to ever see Truth’...


Friday, February 18, 2011

Teach Them Not to Fish But Rather to Love Fishing

I think the most powerfully inspiring thing about what I do as both an author and a script writer is having the opportunity to meet the people who are the true heart and soul of our worldwide movement for change.  Out there playing, working and co-creating are hundreds, if not thousands of individuals who have answered a calling to work in the field of empowering young hearts and minds so they may find within themselves the strength they need to be the change we wish to see in the world.  As old systems are examined by us and are being seen to not be working for the betterment of society as a whole, inspired souls around the world have taken on the seemingly daunting task of restructuring, rebuilding and reworking the systems that exist now into a worldwide network of systems that will work to further our development as a race of beings that have no need for division.
They work miracles, simply by acting on instinct and following their hearts, by sharing their dreams and empowering others to do the same.  Coming from a place of love not of ego, a place of ‘you know what you need to do’ not a place of ‘I know better than you’ they encourage action in others.  By living and being the dream they have dreamed for our collective future they pave the way for others who for the moment may not yet see a light at the end of a long dark tunnel.
I recently met such a man, to some he may seem still more close to a boy than a man; young and with no formal training in the field in which he has now entered he has faced the challenge of knowing that which in his heart he believes to be true and fighting for the right to take that truth out into the world and share it with others.  Quiet and unassuming he would seem for all the world to be a passive person whose contributions to our world through his work with youth may or may not have the potential to initiate great change.  Yet when you sit with this man and you truly see the value and the worth of the knowledge he has amassed through personal experience you also are made aware of the vast potential of the teachings he is now sharing with the youth of his country.  What I found to be truly remarkable about him is not perhaps that he has managed to build something incredible out of nothing but that he did so purely by focussing on the solution not on the problem.  He saw something that made him question the value of the education system within his country and acted on a perceived need by building an organization that does not war with or fight against the education system but rather enhances it, assists it and empowers the youth within it to see their own value and worth.  It took courage, drive and ambition but when asked he simply explains that he never believed he should be doing anything other than what he was being pulled to do. 
To tell you his story here would take far too long, so I invite you instead to check him out for yourself, so that you may explore and if possible find ways to support the work of this amazing individual.  I will tell you that it was an honour and a pleasure to meet him, and that through that meeting I was given a glimpse yet again into the vast potential of the human heart and mind when one listens to the inner voice that whispers to our spirit.  I would like to share a piece of wisdom that he imparted on me during our brief visit as it seems to me to be one of the most potent messages of our time.  While discussing the value of not just offering a man a fish but rather teaching him instead to fish my new friend ended the conversation with a very important twist to that very old adage.  He says it is not enough anymore to teach them how to fish, but rather to teach them to love the act of fishing...
He tells me that education should not be so much about the teacher as it should be about the student and I was reminded by his words how important it is for us all to encourage others to find a love of what they do, to allow them to seek out what it is about life that inspires them to sour and then allow them to follow that path.  Ever important this thing we call the education of our youth, yet in the process we must always remember that we have as much to learn from them as they have to learn from us.  When we allow them to explore their own potential, when we uplift them and allow them to find their wings, when we allow them through the act of following their own inner voice to fly free of the restrictions and restraints put onto them by society and our own expectations of them we allow for a new avenue of thinking.  Through that act of allowing we invite in a world filled with young minds with fresh ideas who through their freedom of expression and the courage to act on that expression will help us in ushering in a new age of light, love and peace.
His name is Arcie Mallari, and his organization can be found at the following link...
He told me shortly before he left that if he had one secret to share with others it would be that it is not in the art of believing in our dreams that our dreams are realized.  To live a dream he says is not about seeing the dream in your mind and heart as being a reality it is about acting and doing things as if the dream already is.  To make a thing be as you wish it to be he says you must be that thing...
Blessed I think the youth of today that wisdom such is destined to be their future and for those lucky enough to have met him, their now...

Niki Norlock, author of Truth - My Synchromystic Journey 

Since the writing of this post I have returned to the Philippines to complete our work of Beyond Strength i had the honor and privilege of speaking to Arcie's students... It was an absolutely amazing experience - i am so glad we got it on film.





Monday, February 14, 2011

Hmmm Valentine’s Day...

What does it mean to me at 12:30 in the morning after yet another long day of multitasking.  I should be tired, I should be laying my head down to rest, I should be dreaming sweet dreams of the man I love; instead I am sitting here writing to you...
Why?
I think it has everything to do with the fact that you also are part of the world that I love, my friends, my readers, my global family and so at the beginning of a day in which we are meant to celebrate love I do what I do best, write about and to the people that I love.
The holiday we celebrate in modern times is nothing even close to the original meaning of the holiday but that is more than ok with me as it also represents the most precious aspect of the world I am so very much in love with, the fact that it is ever changing and expanding.
I am going to skip the history lesson, there is no point really as if you truly wish to discover the roots of this holiday then you have but to type it into to Google and get whatever information you seek.  Instead I am going to talk a little about how I see this holiday in the future...
I see a day when people will no longer need a day to celebrate love, as it will be celebrated through every action of every person on every day of every year.  I see a day when there will be no need for a special day to give attention to those in our lives who we cherish because we will show them through our every action and every deed in every minute of every day.  I see a day when we will be so connected that there will be no need for us to say words to show our love because our love will be felt and understood by all those we meet.  I see a day when the very air we breathe and the beating of our hearts will be our tribute and a testimony of our love for each other not just as couples or friends but as a race of individuals who live their lives in harmony with one another and our planet.  The true beauty of that day I see is that I also see it is not being very far away...
I see that day today, in the way that my friends and family uphold, stand behind, support, and uplift me.  I see that day today in the way that people on face book and within our various social networking sites uphold, stand behind, support, and uplift each other.  I see that day today in the mutually respectful relationships that we have built with each other, not only as friends and lovers but as strangers who share a common interest of spreading a message of love to our world.  
So I say to you that is Valentine’s day is meant to represent our love for one another then we should acknowledge that it did not start at midnight tonight, it started ages ago and if we are to truly honour all that it is meant to represent we should also accept that this day should never end...
My love to you all

Niki Norlock, author of Truth - My Synchromystic Journey

I AM being BOLD

It is very rare that I use Scripture to back up what I am trying to say, the messages I hear in my heart come like the soothing whispers of a mother comforting a frightened child in the night.  Yet today something inside me said ‘do this for me’ and so I again put my fingers to the key board to pound out my version of Truth...
I can’t expect that all who read it will appreciate it, nor will I expect that they might support it but I have no body to answer to in this life other than the spirit who resides inside and so with that spirit as my guide I bring to you yet another piece of me...


Monday, February 7, 2011

The Angel With Brown Feathers...

I was standing by my window, in my inner city apartment listening to Amazing Grace and contemplating the words.  It occurred to me how very precious every single moment in our life is and how beautiful our world can be when we open our eyes to the majesty and wonder that surrounds us.  I thought to myself how incredible the opportunity we have been offered in the living of any given experience to focus on that within the experience that brings light and love into our lives.  So wonderful this choice we have been given to decide our fate, to decide how our world will be simply through the act of choosing how we will perceive it.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

A Question of ‘Spiritual Authority’


I won’t even try to hide the fact that the very idea of anybody being in a position of spiritual authority over another brings to me a feeling of great unease.  In fact I am only writing now because the term was used recently by a friend and it really took me aback when I sat down to take a quiet moment to contemplate the implications of that two word phrase.  It scares me at times to think how loosely we toss around words especially in today’s times when we seem to, on a global scale, be much more concerned with the thoughts and feelings that a word evokes.  I was mulling it over while pouring my morning coffee and it occurred to me how often we misuse or misinterpret the words we use. 
For instance, it is often said by coffee drinkers that they need their morning coffee to wake up, but given the very real truth that if they are indeed in the process of either making or drinking the coffee then they are also already awake.  Having that morning coffee then does not in effect wake you up, nor does it help you wake up as the process of waking is quite natural to the human body and with or without that coffee it is a fact that you will still wake up and be as alert as you need to be to get on with your day.  I would say then that the real truth of it would be that the coffee is merely there to make the process of waking up seem more pleasurable and pleasant and that the coffee really is not so much needed as it is desired by us to be a part of our morning routine.  So do I say I need the coffee to help me wake up – no I say I want the coffee to make the make waking up more fun.


Monday, January 31, 2011

Without my friends and family I am nothing...

Ok, so the argument could be made by some that God is all you need; but then are these people not a part of God?
Religion and Spiritual debates aside it is a basic human truth that it is though the love and support of the people we share our lives with that we find hope, faith and strength.  So I dedicate this writing to that truth.  It is my way of thanking all of you for your patience, your kindness and your faith in both me and my work.  It is my way of giving back just a little to all those who have in the last year and throughout my lifetime given me so much.
Giving back...
Another universal truth; for all the blessings you receive, all the luck that comes your way try always to remember to both  be grateful and to give back as much as you receive.  Call it karmatic harmony, the Golden Rule or whatever your beliefs translate this particular truth into; the basic fundamental principal remains the same.  Give as much if not more than you have received.
Do it for yourself, to encourage your own growth, to ensure your own continuation on the path...
Do it for others, to share the light you have received...
Do it out of gratitude for the opportunities you have been given...
Do it to maintain the balance that is so essential to the continuation and evolution of the human race...
Do it because your soul, your spirit knows this to be the best thing for you...
Never has there been a time when peace and unity been so important for the advancement and wellbeing of the human race; and yet though the battle rages behind the scenes the true war will be fought and won within.
For only one Victory guarantees rebirth.  Only one war waged balances a new life birthed for every life taken.  Only one battle sees life burst forth from the ashes of death.   Your battle, your war, your internal struggle towards the light...Your personal inevitable Victory over your own personal dark is also your ‘egg of the Phoenix’; it is your doorway to change.
All you need to is step through...
Welcome, to life, to light, to you...
Until next time,
Love, light and laughter to you all
Niki Norlock, author of Truth - My Synchromystic Journey

When the student becomes the teacher...

What happens?   Better yet how does it happen?   
There is a balance here in our world that must be maintained – a very precarious balance that defines who and what we are – what in fact makes our world so very precious...  a balance between all things opposite that make up the diversity and colorful tapestry that is life on our planet.  In among the obvious; light and dark, male and female, good and evil, exists something many of us do not stop to consider. It is the realm of knowledge – I know vs. I do not know...
How hard is it for the average person to say those words?  I don’t know...


To be or not to be... Enlightened? That is the question...

A wise hobbit once said “it’s a dangerous business going out your door, you step onto the road and if you don’t keep your feet there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to...”
Why pull a whimsical quote from a fantastic tale? Only to validate the rest of what I’m about to share with you.  Admittedly J.R. Tolkien’s classic tale of good versus evil would not be considered by most to be a serious teaching tool for those inclined to step onto the path of enlightenment but if one really digs beneath the surface story to the wisdoms buried within the truth cannot be denied; the man knew more than he was letting on.
A journey into self is wrought with danger and it takes a strong will indeed to face the powers of darkness and not be pulled from the path. 
Dangers? Powers of Darkness?  What’s this you say?  Are we at war?


They call it Simply Spiritual

And it is...
Simple I mean; but we’ll get back to that.
Let's explore that other word first.  Dissect it a bit; discuss for a moment its meaning.
Spiritual: defined by the experts at Merriam Webster as being;


1)           Of relating to, consisting of or affecting the Spirit

2)       a) of or relating to scared matters
        b) Ecclesiastical rather than lay or temporal
3)         Concerned with religious values
4)         Related or joined in Spirit
5)     a) of or relating to supernatural beings or phenomenon
        b) Of, relating to or involving spiritualism
Which leaves us where?  In my view, nowhere close to simple.


The Spreading of a Young Warriors Wings...

When is the last time you asked a child’s opinion?
When is the last time you sat down with one of our youth, looked them in the eye and asked them “what do YOU think?”
My next question is why?
I’ve spent a large part of the last year diving into the minds of our youth and I have to tell you it was a highly educational experience.  I ask why  only because I know that many of us, myself included, neglect to give attention to the very real needs and concerns of those we are planning on giving this world to when we are done with it.  The very people we have in fact borrowed this planet from.
Shortly after asking the question of ‘why’, I am forced to follow up with the very pointed question of ‘what took us so long’.
They have a right to be involved in the decisions that affect them.  They do live here with us; they share our space, our energy, our world.  At times as unfortunate as it is, we forget.  We push them aside, we say things like “you wouldn’t understand”, “you are too young”, or “or let the adults deal with this, we have seen more, have more experience, in short, we know more”.
Do we?  Who is more closely connected to the source that created us all?  Our Youth; pure,  not jet jaded, tainted or embittered by the ‘realities’ of our world.   Realities created by us and defined for us by our years of experience.  They see more clearly the vast potential, beauty and power of our world than many of us ever will; unitl that is we twist their minds with doubt and fear. 
Often thought by adults as not being capable of absorbing, understanding or being able to handle the ‘facts’ they exist in a world where they see a clearly defined need for change and feel powerless to do anything to initiate that change. 
Angels with wings that have been temporarily clipped, this is how I view the majority of our youth today.
It is often said of late that humanity needs unite; that here and now in this place and time a massive battle is underway.  War is being waged in defence of our planet and our survival as a race.  A revolution of spirit, fought by an army of earth angels disguised as human fighters for freedom.  Sadly we have left out our most potent and powerful ally.  There on the sidelines of the battle ground sits a contingency of our army that have not yet been allowed to join the fray.
Why; who are we protecting?
Are we protecting them?  Are we thinking they will get hurt emotionally, scarred and damaged by the things they see?  Are we really so blind as to assume that they don’t already know; that they have not seen what our world has become?
They see it and they want something done about it.
Are we perhaps protecting ourselves, our precious ego...?
If we ask them for help, then we will have to admit both to ourselves and to them that yes, we messed up, and no, we cannot fix it alone.  That has to hurt our pride just a little, being the all powerful adults that we must ask a mere child for help.
Thing is, they are ready, they are waiting and many of them already know what needs to be done. Though it may surprise some of you, they are in fact already doing it. 
One excellent and eye opening example is Simon Jackson, founder to the Spirit Bear Youth Coalition.  He was a tender age of 13 yrs when he began his war against the mighty logging companies that were threatening the habitat of a rare breed called the Spirit Bear.  Not only did he win, not only does he now head up one of the largest youth coalitions for environmental awareness but his life (yes all 13 precious years of it) and story made such a large impact that they made an incredibly inspiring movie to tell his tale.  You can check him and his organization out at the following link – www.spiritbearyouth.org  or Google ‘The Spirit Bear Youth Coalition'.
Or watch a short clip of him here... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znzgIhOrmzY
Once you are done taking this amazing tour of what it is to find your voice and use it; reflect for a brief moment on the fact that this incredible man was only 13 when he chose to turn the world he knew on its head.
My point?  That’s one kid, one young person who believed his contribution mattered.  One small voice raised above the noise of society to shout, “I can, I will, I AM”.  One small child who realized he could fly.
What happens when we encourage them all to spread their wings and take flight...?
Jean Victoria Norloch
http://www.feenxrising.com/
http://www.feenxrising.ning.com/