TEAMWORK Rocks!!!

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Dear T.R.I.B.E. Friends,

Last Saturday I took part in a truly inspiring example of Teamwork, and I wanted to share it with you. i Have been involved for nine months in a Leadership Program called Leadership Long Beach (CA). LLB is a principle based program for people who are already leaders, who want to be more effective in serving our city. Pretty much all of us in the program are Type A Plus purpose driven doers, and it has been a cool experience watching us all develop the skill of not being the only leader in a group.

Our end of year projects are upon us. My Team’s effort was called AquaFest, and was a swimming clinic for young children, many of whom had never been in the water before. Long Beach Fire Department Lifeguards did a truly amazing job of introducing these kids to a lifetime of swimming.

The planning for our event was purposeful. We met for dinner and planning every Wednesday evening at the home of one of our team members. And as we met, each team member began to discover their area of contribution. Nine leaders became one team. And the way we did it had to do with a few things, but pretty basic to the conversation was that we all had the same goal.

We discovered that 3500 accidental drownings happen each year due to not knowing how to swim. And we recognized that children in the Westside of Long Beach are more likely not to learn this vital skill. We were all committed to making that statistic change- first in Long Beach, and then in the U.S,

I am including this article from the Long Beach Press Telegram so you can see some great photos of our event.

http://photos.presstelegram.com/2015/04/photos-children-learn-to-swim-at-long-beach-aqua-fest-2/#1

And I am hoping to make this point too. What I learned, along with a thousand other things, is something I have thought I knew already, but now I really do know it, and that is that purpose driven teamwork ROCKS..

We work better together. It is even so at the cellular level! Dr. Bruce Lipton noticed this in his studies of cells in petrie dishes. Cells take direction from the dominant message of the central nervous system, and thrive, even if certain other conditions are not reinforcing this let’s do it for the team idea. You can read about his work in “the Biology of Belief”.

We need one another.
Connection makes synergy.
And trust me, your individuality will flourish better in concert with other purpose driven folks. Try it 🙂

Peace,
Jane

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Being Jane Galloway

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Being Jane Galloway

In 1999 I saw a film directed by Spike Jonze, starring John Malkovich as a fictional version of himself, called “Being John Malkovich”. In the film, actor John Cusack, plays Craig, an unemployed puppeteer who finds a portal/trap door in the office where he is doing temp work as a filing clerk. That tiny trap door leads to the inside of the fictional John Malkovich’s mind (played by the real John Malcovich).

Craig enters the small door hidden behind a filing cabinet and finds himself in the mind of John Malkovich, able to observe and sense whatever Malkovich does for fifteen minutes before he is ejected and dropped into a ditch near the New Jersey Turnpike…beginning a weird obsession with the experience. He gets a side business going, selling access to Malkovich’s inner sanctum: $200.00 for 15 minutes. Finally he gets the thing wrong and ends up permanently in a whole other character’s inner life and unable to get out.

A little over four years ago I walked into a field of vast projections of many about a fabulous woman whom I had never met. She was the Co-founder and lead personality of a kind of phenomenon in New York City, a spiritual center/social gathering/inspirational home to many, and after a ride there of eight or nine years, left her role as leader.

So this is where I came in. I was hired, sort of, to be the Director and charismatic fictional replacement for this marvelous person, about a year and a half after she had left. I had no idea that I was walking into my own version of the trap door behind the file cabinet. From the second I arrived in NYC, where I lived and worked for twenty wonderful years in the 70’s and 80’s, I found myself entering a vast field of projections…most of them about the elusive previous leader..

I finally figured out that I was hired to fill in some space she had left empty, but what that space was about had essentially nothing to do with my gifts or talents or…well, it had nothing to do with ME! It was wild! I have short cropped hair, am a charismatic story teller/ actor who is also an ordained minister. I think that was the basic niche I was hired to fill…but content was not required…there were plenty of her tapes and CD’s around so I could just stand in and…Hmmm, and do what?

See my thing was that I really wanted to be back in NYC, AND I had a gift to deliver to my many wonderful friends there in the theater, who had endured the AIDS crisis in the late 80’s. I actually left the city for California in part because I was going under with grief all those years ago, and while I had a wonderful acting career on both coasts for many years, the undertow of AIDS pulled me into a new career of ministry.

I had a really cool and creative ministry in Long Beach, CA for eleven years, and weirdly one day a friend of a friend named Caroline R., came into my office after a service and said,” You remind me so much of a friend of mine in NYC! You two should meet! You would love her!!”

So by the way, if anyone ever tells you that you remind them so much of someone and that you should meet because you will love one another etc…RUN!! I mean, you can either run or not, but my life experience has shown me that this kind of thing rarely works out.

Anyway, no matter what I did to break the spell, my experience as the character in the projection screen was a huge crazy lesson in saying yes to that little door behind the filing cabinet, and ending up stuck in somebody else! It was TOTALLY WEIRD to realize that almost everyone I was talking to had a kind of lens in their 3d movie glasses, or tinted contact lenses, or Persol shades, of somebody else’s face..

I learned from being the screen on which many people’s unfinished business with the founder of this super cool place was projected, who she was to THEM, to the many people who had positive/ negative/ aspirational/ acquisitional fantasies, agendas, hurt feelings, memories, unrequited love affairs Etc. with this magical mystery character. I was hired to be a holographic replacement for someone who had a real Hermes bag and was fabulous in many ways…

But see, NOBODY can BE somebody else. (although the Hermes bag part sounded intriguing). That projection screen was WAY too alive for anyone to walk into with a new idea…especially someone who was hired to basically be a body double!! And THAT was simply not my thing at all.

I did meet her once. I went to hear her speak at a weeknight gathering in Manhattan. She was all I had heard…charismatic, inspiring, cool in many ways…Afterward I greeted her and she said, “You look just like your picture.” Mmmm Well I guess that is a good thing!! I mean, I hate those resume shots of people that look like they looked forty years ago. I left humming a tune from Chorus Line, “Who Am I anyway, Am I my resume…This is a picture of a person I don’t know etc.”

So, I am sure you got the point of this a couple of paragraphs back, right? We see WHAT WE SEE THROUGH…and that is a lesson about LIFE!!!

Another interesting thing.has happened this last year.  After a great four year’s in NYC, I walked back into a different projection screen in CA…based on my OWN previous Jane Galloway self and my work in the community- as seen through different lenses. It has been a sweet and sort of weird ride to experience that too!!. I am super touched by some of it, a little uneasy about some of it, and aware in a new way that who I am …and of course by extension, who YOU are, is ever evolving.

But I will own my projection screen. I guess I earned it!

I can tell you for sure though that I am Jane Galloway, not John Malkovich, Michael Beckwith or the mystery woman I was hired to , well whatever…not her either…you know, not a holographic stand in for anyone! And YOU dear friends, are YOU…not a second rate impression of anyone else. And that is the coolest thing of all really!!

And by the way, I am so grateful…I DID get to deliver the gift to my own T.R.I.B.E. in NYC last Spring…We collectively welcomed back so many dear, talented friends who left us during the AIDS epidemic. Graham Haynes played the coronet, and a beautiful guest artist played a sitar and we welcomed them back. We called their names and wrote their names and celebrated the coming together in the Invisible of the whole cast of characters.

And maybe that was what I went back to NYC to do.

So thank you talented founder of a phenomenon, for inadvertently opening that door behind the file cabinet for me to find my way back to some of my own unfinished business. And thank you to every soul who shared your journey with me. She sure magnetized some cool people!! You really are all so sophisticated and stylish and talented in many ways …It was an honor to be your projection screen for a minute. I look forward to meeting some of you one day!

I am excited about the projects I am working on now. Stay tuned for Rev. Your Recovery coming in June, for a new book on 12 Step Spirituality and a prose poem/performance piece “Everybody’s Talkin’ ’bout Heaven Ain’t a Goin’ There”, about St. Louis and me and Ferguson and you…

And while I would love to have a real Hermes bag for a day, I really hate having to carry a purse at all.

Only you can be you…and THAT is where the great trap door behind the filing cabinet opens for us…into the fullness of our own magnificence.

See you at the movies:) Happy Spring!!!

Jane

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Being Jane Galloway

Being Jane Galloway

In 1999 I saw a film directed by Spike Jonze, starring John Malkovich as a fictional version of himself, called “Being John Malkovich”. In the film, actor John Cusack, plays Craig, an unemployed puppeteer who finds a portal/trap door in the office where he is doing temp work as a filing clerk. That tiny trap door leads to the inside of the fictional John Malkovich’s mind (played by the real John Malcovich).

Craig enters the small door hidden behind a filing cabinet and finds himself in the mind of John Malkovich, able to observe and sense whatever Malkovich does for fifteen minutes before he is ejected and dropped into a ditch near the New Jersey Turnpike…beginning a weird obsession with the experience. He gets a side business going, selling access to Malkovich’s inner sanctum: $200.00 for 15 minutes. Finally he gets the thing wrong and ends up permanently in a whole other character’s inner life and unable to get out.

A little over four years ago I walked into a field of vast projections of many about a fabulous woman  whom I had never met. She was the Co-founder and lead personality of a kind of phenomenon in New York City, a spiritual center/social gathering/inspirational home to many, and after a ride there of eight or nine years, left her role as leader.

So this is where I came in. I was hired, sort of, to be the Director and charismatic fictional replacement for this marvelous person, about a year and a half after she had left. I had no idea that I was walking into my own version of the trap door behind the file cabinet. From the second I arrived in NYC, where I lived and worked for twenty wonderful years in the 70’s and 80’s, I found myself entering a vast field of projections…most of them about the elusive previous leader..

I finally figured out that I was hired to fill in some space she had left empty, but what that space was about had essentially nothing to do with my gifts or talents or…well, it had nothing to do with ME! It was wild! I have short cropped hair, am a charismatic story teller/ actor who is also an ordained minister. I think that was the basic niche I was hired to fill…but content was not required…there were plenty of her tapes and CD’s around so I could just stand in and…Hmmm, and do what?

See my thing was that I really wanted to be back in NYC, AND I had a gift to deliver to my many wonderful friends there in the theater, who had endured the AIDS crisis in the late 80’s. I actually left the city for California in part because I was going under with grief all those years ago, and while I had a wonderful acting career on both coasts for many years, the undertow of AIDS pulled me into a new career of ministry.

I had a really cool and creative ministry in Long Beach, CA for eleven years, and weirdly one day a friend of a friend Carolyn, came into my office after a service and said,” You remind me so much of a friend of mine in NYC!  You two should meet! You would love her!!”

So by the way, if anyone ever tells you that you remind them so much of someone and that you should meet because you will love one another etc…RUN!! I mean, you can either run or not, but my life experience has shown me that this kind of thing rarely works out.

Anyway, no matter what I did to break the spell, my experience as the character in the projection screen was a huge crazy lesson in saying yes to that little door behind the filing cabinet, and ending up stuck in somebody else! It was TOTALLY WEIRD to realize that almost everyone I was talking to had a kind of lens in their 3d movie glasses, or tinted contact lenses, or Persol shades, of somebody else’s face..

I learned from being the screen on which many people’s unfinished business with the founder of this super cool place was projected, who she was to THEM, to the many people who had positive/ negative/ aspirational/ acquisitional fantasies, agendas, hurt feelings, memories, unrequited love affairs Etc. with this magical mystery character. I was sent to be a holographic replacement for someone who had a real Hermes bag and was fabulous in many ways…

But see, nobody can be somebody else. (although the Hermes bag part sounded intriguing)  That projection screen was WAY too alive for anyone to walk into with a new idea…especially someone who was hired to basically be a body double!! And THAT was simply not my thing at all.

I did meet her once. I went to hear her speak at a weeknight gathering in Manhattan. She was all I had heard…charismatic, inspiring, cool in many ways…Afterward I greeted her and she said, “You look just like your picture.”  Mmmm  Well I guess that is a good thing!!  I mean, I hate those resume shots of people that look like they looked forty years ago. I left humming a tune from Chorus Line, “Who Am I anyway, Am I my resume…This is a picture of a person I don’t know etc.”

So, I am sure you got the point of this a couple of paragraphs back, right? We see WHAT WE SEE THROUGH…and that is a lesson about LIFE!!!

Another interesting thing.last year, after a great four year’s in NYC, I walked back into a different projection screen in CA…based on my OWN previous Jane Galloway self and my work in the community- as seen through different lenses. It has been a sweet and sort of weird ride to experience that too!!. I am super touched by some of it, a little uneasy about some of it, and aware in a new way that who I am …and of course by extension, who YOU are, is ever evolving. But I will own my projection screen. I guess I earned it!

I can tell you for sure though that I am Jane Galloway, not John Malkovich, Michael Beckwith or…you know, not a holographic stand in for anyone! And YOU dear friends,  are YOU…not a second rate impression of anyone else.     And that is the coolest thing of all really!!

And by the way, I am so grateful…I DID get to deliver the gift to my own T.R.I.B.E. in NYC last Spring…We collectively welcomed back so many dear, talented friends who left us during the AIDS epidemic. Graham Haynes played the coronet, and a beautiful guest artist played a sitar and we welcomed them back. We called their names and wrote their names and celebrated the coming together in the Invisible of the whole cast of characters.

And maybe that was what I went back to NYC to do.

So thank you talented founder of a phenomenon,  for inadvertently opening that door behind the file cabinet for me to find my way back to some of my own unfinished business. And thank you to every soul who shared your journey with me. She sure magnetized some cool people!! You really are all so sophisticated and stylish and talented in many ways …It was an honor to be your projection screen for a minute. I look forward to meeting some of you one day!

I am excited about the projects I am working on now.  Stay tuned for Rev. Your Recovery coming in June, for a new book on 12 Step Spirituality and a prose poem/performance piece “Everybody’s Talkin’ ’bout Heaven Ain’t a Goin’ There”, about St. Louis and me and Ferguson and you…

And while I would love to have a real Hermes bag for a day, I really hate having to carry a purse at all.

Only you can be you…and THAT is where the great trap door behind the filing cabinet opens for us…into the fullness of our own magnificence.

See you at the movies:)    Happy Spring!!!

Jane

You Matter…Everyone Does

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Dear T.R.I.B.E.,

So here is what is shocking. Being erased. 
That is what feels horrible about a recent mailing sent to 2nd District Constituents in Long Beach, CA regarding the new Immanuel Senior Housing Project. The letter from the Council offices would have the reader think that the almost 100 year history of this place is about a building, and was largely characterized by years of decline and eventual emptiness. This could not be further from the truth.

I was the Pastor of the Immanuel Community Church for the eleven years preceding the sale of the property two and a half years ago, and to ignore the years of life there, even in just those eleven years, but surely in the eighty before I arrived, is to not fully appreciate the gift and miracle of this new use of the property as a true community resource. Before I arrived, in October of 2000, the name of the church had legally been changed from ‘Baptist” to “Community”, in the interest of being more accessible to a diverse world.

I used the attempt to revive the church as a living community as the focus of both my Masters and Doctoral Projects at Claremont School of Theology. I scoured the findings from the 2000 census and tried to make sense of the rapid demographic shift in Long Beach from 1950 to 2000. At the insistence of my academic advisors, Professors Jack Coogan and Michael Mata, we contacted friends and foes, and community members across the city to gain some insight into how we might understand the role of a spiritual center like this in a changed and changing city.

For years my congregation- along with holding weekly Sunday worship services and Wednesday Spiritual Growth Groups, offered counseling, bereavement support, visitation of sick and shut in members, classes of many kinds, and dynamic services to the Bluff Heights and Long Beach community. 
Councilman Frank Colonna worked with us and enlisted the Electrician’s Union to re-wire an entire large room so we could collaborate with Frank and Fay Clarke of Educate the Children to install a computer lab for the students at Horace Mann Elementary. 
Rene Castro, Anitra Dempsy and members of the LB Human Relations Commission helped our community to host three neighborhood sessions to respond to some of the fears, agitations and antipathies of Bluff Heights Association members about the ethnic and economic make up of the Title One school, and increasingly the community. These sessions were in equal part shocking and explosive and eventually both revealing and healing and re-set a standard for a larger Long Beach conversation about diversity. 
Greg Pickens taught conservatory level Art Classes at Immanuel for Mann students as part of our h’ARTworks arts outreach…We hosted the 5th grade promotion/graduation ceremonies for Mann for seven years, along with their symphony and choral concerts. We also hosted the organist’s guild twice as the spot for their yearly gathering and concert. We built and took floats to Long Beach LGBT Pride March yearly, and served as a site for community gatherings in association with CCEJ , The CENTER and the Anti -Defamation League, highlighting Gay Bashing Awareness- attended by then Councilmember Garcia and Superintendent Chris Steinhauser. 
We hosted forums on myriad health issues and offered senior “chair yoga”, adult yoga, youth acting classes, Urban Rhythm…in cooperation with the Catalyst Community…we transformed six areas into professional artist’s studios and hosted art openings for numerous sensational Long Beach Artists Joan Mueller, Melanie Gottlieb and Paula Burns and others… all the while struggling to repair a building that had been allowed to fall into neglect and worse; replacing the roof, ceilings, plumbing etc and PLEADING with elected officials, neighborhood association and and the school district to help us to find some parking solutions so we could operate and fill up the 500 seat sanctuary. 
We received almost continual resistance from community members and the neighborhood association, who had become used to this historic building standing empty…so that ANY life or activity as a church that served humans was seen as an invasion. 
We discovered historic photos of plays performed in black face in the 1920’s in Immanuel’s Cassidy Hall, along with the remnants of an earlier era in a basement wood shop and wooden signs giving times for both Sunday School and Woman’s Temperance Union meetings held at the church during Prohibition. 
The history of the neighborhood is both troubling and fascinating…and includes at least ten years in the 1980’s when the now “historic district” was populated with crack houses AND lovely residents who were trying to sustain a quality of life. Understand, acknowledging and affirming how things progress to a place,-so the new may emerge- means understanding the work of communities such as ours. Richard Florida, Roberta Gratz and Jane Jacobs, in their books on how cities change, teach about urban evolution and describe many of the moves that took place in Bluff Heights…including the early rehabbing of older homes by LGBT persons and artists, followed by gentrification and the arrival of developers.

We worked with both MHA and The Village to host informational and community fellowship gatherings to raise understanding of mental illness and the potential of community based models of support.

All of these strands of Bluff Heights history were looked at by Immanuel, and transformed into dialogue in the eleven transitional years from 2000 to 2011…even as the market crashed in 2008 and the loans we had taken out to finance both an early protracted lawsuit with the American Baptists, and major structural repairs, became crippling for us. Not everybody appreciated this work by any means, but for those who worked tirelessly to bring new life to this place, these years were creative, exhausting, heartbreaking and worth acknowledgement.

This is a fabric of human life…and to erase it is to lose an important understanding about the good, the bad, the ugly and the possible.

I showed a young, stylish Latina ‘tween girl in the Starbucks line yesterday, the photo of the commemoration of the Selma march on the cover of the Sunday NY Times. I asked her if she had heard of Selma and she said no. I asked her if she knew the word civil rights and she said nope. She did like Sasha Obama’s boots though. I did too…But I know what came before so that I grasp the miracle of this encounter. 
Buildings can support “adaptive re-use”, but people and relationships change hearts and minds. I want to personally thank every person who worked with us at Immanuel, h’ARTworks, Mandala Center For Conscious Living. 
I continue to see you, to know your contributions and to understand your impact on one child or many children, on the life of an older person or in the opening of a door of perception or welcome to someone in need of inspiration or community. You made a difference. You existed.

We ALL matter. Tell someone today that you see them.

You will never know how you may have changed their life,

Keep creating,
Jane

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What Do YOU Know For Sure?

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Dear Friends,

Oprah asks a question of the people she interviews
That question is: “What do you know for sure?”

I always love hearing what people answer to this question.

Really, the very deepest and most simple teaching of many wisdom teachings stresses that our work is always interior. The inscription over the archway at the ancient Temple of the Oracle at Delphi said simply “Know thyself.”
“DO YOU” is another way to say it. It is a message that resonates from classical wisdom east and west all the way to Hip Hop mogul Russell Simmons and beyond.. But the process of becoming truly ourselves can take a lifetime..

The Latin root of the word Education means “to draw out”, and speaks to drawing from our deepest selves the essential gift that is uniquely ours to share. Rather than pouring information or manipulative bromides into students, great teachers work to encourage life long learners. The philosopher Socrates developed a method of teaching through asking wise questions of his students. Knowing how to ask a good question is really an art form. So Oprah asks “What do you know for sure?” And that is a great question.

In September of 2014 I entered the 2015 class of Leadership Long Beach, pretty sure that I wanted to loop back around to a deeply cherished project of mine of several years ago, to address the high number of middle school dropouts by creating a Conservatory Level Arts Academy for under served middle school youth in Long Beach, CA. I know the power of the Arts to teach critical thinking, augment academic learning, to engage and empower..and I am still passionate about somehow opening the door to success through that medium.

I have always done work I love, so the concept of retirement has never really resonated with me, but I was fascinated when not one but several friends asked me- as I entered the challenge of a new program of skill building through the year long program of Leadership Long Beach-, “are you the oldest person in the program?”
Huh? It never even occurred to me! But when they asked, I started to psych myself out. “AM I???” the oldest person?? Is that bad? Is that good?” You know…the basic madness of a paranoid moment.

So over the months, I have really been working with my own ideas about aging, How do I feel about becoming an elder? I know that I will continue to be vital and alive, physically active and curious, open to new ideas and challenges.I have a lot of projects I am excited about, and am writing not one but two books too. I even helped to develop a curriculum for a gerontology program at a college in Southern CA some years ago, but I wasn’t thinking about ME when I did that!

There is a lot of cutting edge work on longevity, and on what is actually a whole second adulthood many are experiencing. Jane Fonda calls this new thirty year extended adulthood our Third Act. It is a whole new developmental cycle that we haven’t looked at before, because it hasn’t existed before, and the possibilities are intriguing.We are living on average thirty four years longer than our grandparents did. (although my grandmother lived to almost 101 so…)

Anyway, you can imagine my delight and gratitude when Mayor Robert Garcia appointed me to the Commission on Senior Issues for the City of Long Beach, CA. Not only will I have the opportunity to talk about this stuff with others who are equally interested in the topic, but I will have the honor of being part of yet another cutting edge set of questions being entertained by one of the coolest 21st Century cities in the U.S..And best of all, I will truly be able to be of service, which is the best gift of all.

So what do I know for sure?
One thing I know for sure is…that more is always revealed, if we stay open at the top.
And another thing I know for sure is that I am a Baby Boomer. And the Baby Boomers are rapidly becoming older. It is my hope to also open opportunities for us to become not just older, but elders. Any healthy society needs elders to bring wisdom and balance to the community. We have some work to do in America to get a sense of this sacred role back in perspective.

And honestly, this Boomer generation is a good one to take this on. We have made new models in each stage of our lives. and I know this new frontier of transforming attitudes about aging is going to be no exception.

I read an article in New York Magazine years ago in which the author observed that you could ride the subway and see where people had “stopped’ by how they were dressed. He suggested that you could see when people had become stuck in an era. and he thought this may have been the happiest time for them.
There are so many adjustments to make and losses to grieve along life’s path. It is easy to understand how we might become a little stuck sometimes. But with friends and community, and the all important self knowledge, there should never be a reason to have to stay stuck.

In the meantime, check out the work of the amazing and youthful eighty four year old Barbara Marx Hubbard, of Dr. Mario Martinez’s Mind-Body Code and Jane Fonda’s ‘My Life So Far.” You will love what you discover, I promise you that.

So…What do YOU know for sure??
I’m all ears.

Sending love across the quantum field,

Jane
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Who do YOU say that you are?

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Dear TRIBE ,

Becoming a minister in an African American denomination made me extremely sensitive to how we as humans see one another. I honestly did it in part to challenge white friends and colleagues whose routine racism and ethnocentrism I was tired of hearing. I want there in part for that reason, but I re-discovered my own soul in the process.

The idea of centrism is something a lot of people don’t think about at all….Afro-centrism is a totally different LENS from Euro-centrism, from Sino-centrism etc. We live in a Eurocentric country, and so most people who cross over into a different world are subject to projection (another film term!!)

What this means is that you project your way of seeing the world onto whoever you are viewing…So a Eurocentric person or cultural lens says that people of color are…fill in the blanks…you know the stereotypes… It is a huge challenge to even educate Eurocentric Americans to care about other possible ways of looking at the world. Trust me on this one!

Body type, gender roles, worship styles, styles of expressiveness, deepest values about individual vs collective cultural norms are all DIFFERENT in different cultures. I REALLY discovered this in attempting to lead any truly transcultural churches…forget the denominations…it is the race and culture factor that predominates, and the POV of the family of origin almost always wins.

As part of an exercise at a session of Leadership Long Beach the other day, various points of presumed “Identity” were placed around the room…Race, Class, Ability status, Age, Religion etc…and people were asked to go to the sheet with which they identify in a certain element of their life. I was so interested to realize that while at one point in my life I might have chosen one or another,  I say “might” because i really don’t know, I related to none of the “definitions” that were presented as IDENTITY…which is how the question was posed. This has to do with a SPIRITUAL perspective, and many years of lifting of ones consciousness above the definitions society imposes…

It is CRITICAL for people to understand that “It is not who you call me, but what I answer to that counts” And this has to do with what we call OURSELVES, yes?

Your subconscious mind hears everything you tell it, and it has NO SENSE OF HUMOR. Don’t answer to anyone’s definition of you if it doesn’t fit YOUR definition of you.

Identity is a BIG DEAL….HUGE.

So who do YOU say you are? And as you contemplate that…Ask yourself where you got that idea…Parents? Teachers? Media?

Who YOU say you are is what counts.

Here’s lookin’ at cha:)

Love,
Jane
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http://www.tribealive.org

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What Time Do You Keep?

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Dear TRIBE Friends,

Time, my friend has said, can be a very fast illusion.
I’ve been thinking about time lately, and reading about it too.

Linear time is dominating the lives of a lot of folks these days. It is clock and goal oriented, We tend to wear out eventually running our lives by that model.
Natural Time is what everyone went by until the electric light was invented. Parents of infants find that if they go by natural time, they are more in sync with their babies’ circadian rhythms. Just one hundred years ago people would not have considered working after dark, because there were only candles to do that by.
Then there is Spiritual Time. Spiritual Time isn’t linear, draws from multi- dimensional layers of reality and past/present/future are all part of the mix. the arts deal in that zone.
And Aboriginal people of Australia understand Dream Time, where communication with the ancestors and the multi dimensional universe happens.

This is a time, a moment, of transition according to linear time and certain cultures and calendars, and really another moment in the ever present Now according to liminal zone time keeping. There is great value in honoring moments like this, when times come together.

What time do you keep?

Sending love across the quantum field.
Happy New Year,
Jane

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