The Divine Gifts of Tough Challenges, A Flourishing Environment, & Innate Intelligence

Note: This post is an update from the following series of posts:

Also, poster on right above found next to link => somethingthatdescribesmeandmyarticles.blogspot.com (thank you). I printed out this very helpful poster and posted it on our refrigerator to often remind my husband and I on how to Be fully healed and balanced on all levels of our Being, at any given moment, until reminders are no longer needed.

They (whoever “they” are) say that it’s not about the size, but the motion of the ocean. I say that it’s not about the size, but about the feelings—like waves of the ocean—that one experiences from being highly stimulated on multiple levels (not just physical).

Sorry folks, but I’m not talking about sex, though I’ll briefly add my thoughts about the topic since we’re in the zone.

I trust that diving deep into a woman’s ocean-like, powerful heart is the golden key to making her want to pamper her man like a king, caress him with the most gentle yet intense touch, kiss him passionately and intimately, attack him like a black panther in heat, and much more.

However COMMA often times, guys just don’t seem to get it, and continue to WHAH WHAH about how women are so difficult to understand and figure out. Sure, if you make it difficult…yourself by not being an active listener.

It’s actually quite simple, but it seems as though only a small percentage of mentally, emotionally, and spiritually mature men (regardless of physical age starting adulthood) throughout the world don’t need their women to call them a “whambulance”.

Yes, I went there; I borrowed that awesome quoted word from one of my favorite comedy shows, Modern Family, which I enjoy due to their smart and hilarious creativity and lovable characters (when they’re not trying too hard to be so back-to-back busy).

If anyone else cares, I also love the shows The Big Bang Theory with all the lovable characters—not just the main ones— like often strange and creepy (in a lovable way) Stewart who only wants to be unconditionally accepted and loved.

I also enjoy Mike & Molly with all of their lovable characters—not just the main ones—like the often bitter and feisty Peggy who also has a soul-touching, gentle loving side. Very lovable Melissa McCarthy cracks me up, and is hands down the funniest female I’ve experienced thus far.

Ok, so I went off on a tangent. I do that sometimes (or often), but I’ve learned/remembered to embrace that aspect of self. If that makes me a so-called “bad writer” in the eyes of general society…well, they can kiss my chunky, Japorean @$$! ;-); this is my blog.

Like I mentioned above: It’s not about the size (of a location), but about the feelings—like waves of the ocean—that one experiences from being highly stimulated on multiple levels (and not just physical).

At our old house—that we “lost” due to being unable to keep up with the mortgage payments—we were basically becoming stagnant in our lifestyle and soul growth even though we had a three bedroom/2.5 bathroom house within a fairly nice, cookie-cutter neighborhood with some trees here and there.

The environment was similar to walking through a maze-like, cubicle land where every nook and cranny were of similar, lifeless colors (e.g., gray, beige, taupe, etc.), shapes and sizes, and most of the robotic office people are saying and doing the usual and the predicable. Stimulating and exciting were adjectives hardly ever used in that area.

Well, when things get somewhat dull, despite our best efforts to make the most of it, I trust that our soul/Spirit within always steps in to bring about major changes (555) in our lives.

Therefore, even though outer appearances may initially seem “negative” or “scary”—due to how society conditioned us to react during tough times—we should always remember that whenever the old stuff in life goes bye-bye, be it an unhealthy house, job, or relationship, the new will most certainly be much better.

Thanks to the mini gym located within our apartment complex, we started enjoying its wonderful existence three times a week, while doing interval runs on the other three days, and having a rest and recovery day.

In addition, the apartment’s community swimming pool—which is also a minute or two walking distance from our place—may be somewhat small, but the atmosphere is definitely inviting.

Unlike other small swimming pools that I’ve seen throughout the country during travels (i.e., hotels, other people’s homes, and other apartments ), this gem of a pool is not plain.

It’s pleasantly decorated with petite trees, bright green bushes, and various vivid flowers; it has a BBQ grill area that comes with three sets of tables for gatherings and parties, and it even has a few cabanas with cushioned and adjustable lounge chairs that seem to whisper, “Come to me and allow your mind, body and soul to relax while the cool breeze fully envelopes the all of you.”

And of course, they also have plenty of deck chairs that allow one to bask in the sun’s warm and powerful rays of light.

One day, my husband and I were the only ones at the pool, which felt as though it was our own. As I swam my half-ass, informal swimming style (breast stroke/frog swim), I felt so peaceful, free and happy…the way I did during certain moments of my childhood.

In elementary school, whenever I had the chance to visit the pool at Osan Air Force Base, I watched other kids swim and jump off the diving board, and then taught myself how to swim to the best of my ability, and even built enough courage to jump off the diving board into the 12 ft deep end (not dive head first).

Although I played by myself in my own little corner—since my few friends were often on vacation with their families—I didn’t mind at all, and enjoyed the “me time” where I was free to do whatever I felt like doing at any given moment.

Perhaps those moments were meant to prepare me for my late-thirties to early forties solitude time, which I realized was so very precious to my soul.

As a child, I was much less fearful—unafraid to explore the unknown, not worried about what others might think, and not as judgmental towards self.

However, like most of humanity, as we get older, we become conditioned by general society to become fearful of many things, which helps them to better manipulate and control the majority of humanity.

While swimming, I chose to once again Be that free-spirited child that I used to be; afterall, who was going to stop me?

Even when there were about 10 other strangers (adults and two toddlers) present in the pool another day—perhaps a gathering of family and friends—I still swam and enjoyed myself the best I could with whatever space was available, not distracted by the activities of the outer world.

If there wasn’t enough room at whatever moment, I stayed in my small space and did some water exercises; and my husband even joined me.

To my great surprise, despite the major changes in my life in the past several years—discontinuing of Army career, withdrawing from higher formal education/university; discontinuing of unhealthy relationships, to include certain friends and family members, “loss” of new cars, condo, and house, downward spiral of credit score, etc.—I’ve managed to not only overcome those challenges, but thrive upon them whenever I chose to see these experiences through the ancient eyes of Christ within, which would help me to see the bigger picture from an expanded perspective.

And I noticed that whenever I’m simply living and just Being in the present Moment of Now—not dwelling in the past or worried about the future—I always end up experiencing what I trust to be Divine synchronicity, which comes in various forms, to include number synchronicity (e.g., Angel Numbers, Truth Codes, sacred number codes, etc.) like the famous 11:11, or even 10:10, 12:12, sets of 11-99 such as 9:11 or 8:44, sets of 111-999, sets of 2222-9999, and even palindrome numbers such as 12:21 or 717.

One example happened while I was organizing during the first week after the move into our new apartment home.

I came upon one of the boxes that contained a collection of my past treasures—artwork that my kids had made when they were much younger, as well as some of their writings; letters and cards from some friends starting from 24 years ago (man, that makes me sound so ancient); and some other stuff.

As I started going through some of them, I noticed some paperwork that was completely unexpected. I had apparently saved my detailed, IQ test report from when I was stationed in Hawaii (since 2003). I then recalled having taken it back then (due to my curiosity), but all the other details were elusive.

As I looked at the score, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was as if my memory had been playing tricks on me regarding this matter.

A while back, in the post, “Embracing a Setback to Set Forward,” under the subtitle, “Sharing God’s Miraculous Blessings: Back-to-Back ‘Failures’ Part III,” I had journaled in my blog about my low IQ test score, and how I felt about it…so what happened?

At that time, I was pretty sure that my score was low, but after revisiting that section of the post, I realize that I must have referred to the mini IQ test, and forgot about the extended version.

The following section (in blue font) is from the post/link above:

I had taken a mini version of an IQ test a while back, and the results weren’t pretty…definitely not something I’d frame and place on my “I Love Me” wall. As a matter of fact, I think I ended up shredding it because it gave me nightmares. I was like, “Man! I feel like such a dumb-ass…again.”

I wondered…was my self-esteem so low at the time that I managed to block out the results of the detailed test, regardless of the physical results that I saw?

Even when I had to take an IQ test again (as well as individual and board interviews) while trying out for an opportunity to work with a certain organization prior to deployment, I blogged that I couldn’t believe that I was selected over another female soldier who seemed much smarter than me (also shared in post above).

I also wondered if I had tuned into a matching parallel reality—where the vibrational frequency was noticeably different (more positive)—where my IQ test score was much higher than I had imagined in the other parallel reality.

As fascinating Bashar (channeled via Darryl Anka) mentioned in at least a few of his videos (and readings), we’re continuously tuning into parallel realities that match our current vibrational frequency state, which can (or does) happen a billion times per second.

And when our outer reality becomes very noticeably different, it’s a sign that we’ve drastically either increased or decreased our vibrational frequency (rather than subtly), depending on whether or not we consider the outer changes—reflecting our inner changes—“positive” or “negative”.

As I mentioned before within my blog, I highly resonate with Bashar’s positive, wise and loving teachings, the way I do with various other teachings from the members of the Galactic, Celestial, and Universal Family of Light, especially the Pleiadians, Arcturians, and Sirians.

In addition to the great news, I noticed that the IQ test score was the exact same number as the one my mother once told me about when I was in ninth grade—when my mother and adoptive father decided to reveal to me that I have a biological father.

It was almost eerie that the test score was the same as my biological father’s, who I didn’t grow up with starting six months old. Back in ninth grade, upon hearing about my unknown, bio dad’s high IQ score, I recall wishing that I was that smart.

When I dig deeper, and remember to take full responsibility for everything that shows up in my life—since I trust that our souls send them to us for interconnected Life’s highest benefit— I realize that I co-created (with my Divinity within) these incredible experiences, which allowed me to experience the duality of feeling not so intelligent, which later helped me to deeply appreciate the experience of feeling intelligent on various levels of my being (in relation to the theory of Multiple Intelligence by Howard Gardner and beyond).

Whatever happened, and regardless of some formal, IQ test score, what I do know for sure, and what I trust matters most, is that I’m not as unintelligent as I used to believe I was, often comparing myself with those who can regurgitate memorized, often useless, information, those who have one or more college degrees, as well as those who were typically labeled “highly intelligent” due to their standardized test scores (such as the SAT), military performance evaluations and ratings, and/or their words.

As a matter of fact, I trust that every single being (not just human beings) is intelligent in our own way(s)—despite outer appearances—at every moment, and we are continuing to learn/grow/remember as a soul/expand/evolve, etc. at our own pace within our individual and interconnected, collective soul journeys.

Why? Because I trust that the soul/Spirit within all of existence throughout the omniverse—All That Is—doesn’t make mistakes…PERIOD, and is unimaginably intelligent on a multidimensional, cosmic scale.

And we, as parts of the whole—like trillions of cells within a human body—are always simply, yet, profoundly, Being our amazing, unique and interconnected selves at every moment, and contributing to the greater Divine Plan. We just need to trust in our Divinity within, and go with the flow of Life.

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