Monday, August 13, 2018

Armed with Grace, Beauty and Love




I awoke this morning and decided to meditate. And for the sake of my sanity - and perhaps yours - I am glad I did.

I think I'm onto something here that could help everyone. It all has to do with arming ourselves with the very weapons that will help us throughout our days and nights in the world of light and dark...

I awoke this day with the rattling memory of a whirling social media and news-feed that spits back its vile petulance and darkness. Images of left and right wingers spouting condemnation, antifa marches catapulting hatred, bombs ripping apart human rights, drugs and guns blasting down the innocence of the innocent...

Oh my god, it is happening out there.

And the worst part is ... it is getting IN there.

So many images and memories of the dark forces at play can really have a field day on our psychology and consciousness. But what can we do?

As I sat down at my meditation altar, I had my eyes closed at first. At this point, the images and memories of a culture gone kooky and a nation gone mad caught my mind's eye. And then I made an important move. I made the smart choice to take a certain action.

I peeked.

I slightly opened my eyes.

And what was before me? What was there staring back at me from my altar? It was a simple picture of a smiling aura of grace emanating from a certain spiritual teacher from southern India. A vision of Ammachi, known as a "hugging saint," glanced back at me.

Full of love, full of grace, full of beauty.

And it was here that I realized that to stay sane in this world of duality - ups and downs, rights and wrongs, rights and lefts - we would be wise to first arm ourselves. But we would not arm ourselves necessarily with guns and knives. Rather we can arm ourselves with a connection to something deep within: that identification with a higher power, a connection with a deeper source. What swiftly came to mind was "arm yourself with grace, beauty and love." That was the message told to me.

If we meet negative with negative, we can only escalate the insanity. Fire plus fire only builds a flame higher. Argument matched with more argument only constructs bigger defenses. Darkness plus darkness = darkness. It's math. A no-brainer.

This is not new or news to any of us.

But it's a good reminder for me, especially when I feel lost in a world that appears so many times so very lost.

Before anything. Before approaching the world of duality. Before taking on social media or a media frenzy designed to distract. Before leaving the house...
  • First sit.
  • Meditate. 
  • Connect.
  • Rekindle the grace, beauty and love.
  • Discover the kingdom within and everything will be added unto thee.

You will be armed with all you need to address that which arises.

You can not get lost when you have found yourself and your connection prior to your journey.

Be at peace. Be still. Know the truth. Reflect the light upon all you come across.

It can only support us all ... in reflecting the same.


James Anthony Ellis is a writer and filmmaker still looking for that peace and love, attempting to recall its true source. He can be found at www.LegacyProductions.org

 

Sunday, July 1, 2018

A Brighter Day - What Can You Say To Lighten Their Day?


"Light of the world shine on me. Love is the answer. Shine on us all. Set us free. Love is the answer."
    ~ Todd Rundgren




A Brighter Day
What Can You Say To Lighten Their Day?

And so it begins! July 1, 2018.

It’s the campaign to bring love and light and uplift to everyone … including you.

Consider yourself invited. But know that it is an exclusive invitation list, which includes only the inner circle of all humans who have the heart to play along.

So what is this campaign: “A Brighter Day?”

It’s a movement to uplift all those with whom you come in contact, as you offer a positive sentiment of personal acknowledgment.

Perhaps you require an example. Imagine this:

1.     You go to a Starbucks.
2.     You are greeted by a barista who takes your order.
3.     Your mind opens up to possibilities to bring some sort of acknowledgment, compliment or appreciation to this person, no matter their personality, no matter their familiarity to you.
4.     Sentiments are yours and yours alone, no script, and could be something as simple as “I appreciate your new hairstyle” or “My wife loved the last venti hot chocolate you made.”
5.     You either say the sentiment out loud, or choose to mainly keep it to yourself.

Sounds easy?  It is. That’s what makes it so hard.

There are a few notable guidelines, which I’ll get to in a bit, but the important part is not the response of the person, or barista in this example. No, something much more vital is available here.

What is actually happening in these encounters is more than a compliment to a stranger, who may or may not receive the good you are offering. What’s taking place is you are training your brain to look for the good all around you. And in your expression you are reinforcing the perception, making it tangible, real and part of a life experience. You are also creating a gift to another who could most likely be uplifted by your sweet sentiment. 

At last, you are conditioning your mind to consider ways of loving all those you meet up with on your journey in this life.

By design, if possible, this isn’t just a good thought, but an actual statement or sentiment that lifts them up in some way. Most likely those hearing the words will be uplifted; it’s often the case you will be lifted as well. But what is consistent and true is that you will be developing a consciousness to be in a place of lighter perception.

In the long run, it will brighten and lighten the day, with the actual words you choose to say.

Now what are some of the caveats?  There had to be some. And you may already be thinking of them with your own objections to this certain path.

First off, for logistical reasons, you won’t be speaking to ALL you meet in public. Consider giant crowds at a concert. And some folks you won’t want to offer something verbal – those hard at work for example. In some cases, a simple good thought sent someone’s way will be all that is available. 

Even so, we are indeed looking to make the experience “real” by uttering some verbal statement of acknowledgment towards another. It can take various forms as well, not necessarily a compliment. It can even be a light-hearted joke to bring a laugh or a smile.

When speaking with the opposite gender, be aware of the current landscape and the potential way your expression can be received. This isn’t the same as “come-on lines,” and some topics are off limits to those hearing a compliment about any sort of body part. I had one past experience inviting a female into a running club, stating that she appeared to have strong enough legs to run a marathon. That didn’t go over well. A friend of mine, who had the habit of calling people – male and female – “beautiful” got written up at work for sexual harassment. Though you don’t want to completely censure yourself, you will want to know your audience!

Also, if you are out there and someone actually triggers upset and anger in you, it may NOT be the best time to utter some “positive” words, as such statements could easily come across as anything from fake ... to sarcastic ... to confrontational.

This campaign is never about being fake, but rather finding the reality in the uplifting sentiment. There are moments to bring more challenging conversations if there is a conflict that needs resolution. As well, there are times to bring in constructive criticism when you are called to express this. (These are different campaigns.) For now, follow these supportive tips when the coast is clear:

GUIDELINES
  • Consider expressing verbally actual positive sentiments between you and another person. These can be ways they uplift you, a lighthearted gag, a compliment, or something you appreciate about them: a quality they possess or an action they have taken.
  • This is not about blowing smoke, or being fake with some phony baloney words.
  • This is not being “nice,” but expressing a perception of something that is actually working for you or something that you admire.
  • If are upset with the person, you may first want to resolve what stands in between you two prior to considering what to say to brighten their day. (Though starting off with an uplifting expression may support the conversation.)
  •  If there is discord between you or if no words are possible, you can resort to simply closing your eyes and sending a good thought or even a prayer – at least your mind has done its work.
  • Do not use sarcasm in these situations, or use veiled judgments, since that will send a confusing message.
  • Keep it simple and brief so the person knows it isn’t about striking up a conversation or a long-term relationship.
  • Use "I statements" as much as possible.
  • This is different than a “random act of kindness” – it’s an actual verbal statement to someone right there before you.
  • This is something you say in order to reach another person ... not a sentiment that serves you only, as in a physical gift you give another because you want to borrow it later.
  • If not in person, you could post something on social media or in a text, whichever is more fun.
  • Have no expectation on getting anything back. Don’t take personal the response, negative or positive. Remember this is about your training and not about you getting a reward. Your reward will be a heightened consciousness and a light that surrounds you.
And so there it is. A campaign, a path, a door to a lighter world. Imagine if more and more people took this on – instead of the overbearing “what’s not working” or “what’s wrong” mentality … what a great new place this could be. “Love one another” wouldn’t just be a catch phrase.

We will be able to just watch the vibrations rise within them ... and you, as we make our sentiments verbal for those we meet!  

The next person you see may just hold the answer to your own happiness. And that is because he or she will be your next opportunity to choose love over fear, to see the reflection of the divine and to uplift another on our path to uplift all. 



Thursday, May 31, 2018

A Mother's Day Story



She simply said, "If you ever want to talk about what's going on with you, you can talk to me."

It's one of those moments that etch a sweet place in the mind forever.

I was 17, that tender age when any sort of negative experience regarding the opposite gender could be devastating. But this devastation was taken to new limits. In my heart anyway.

You see, I really liked Isabel. She was a foreign exchange student who said that she could see the true me, and that I was different than others she had met. I was "special" to her.

Since "specialness," young love and foreign exchange students don't stick around forever, there came a time when I had to say goodbye to Isabel. For this youthful, innocent heart, it was the hardest thing to do. I was heartbroken.

And so - as 17-year-olds may tend to do - I moped. I took moping to a whole new level. Dragging my feet, being silent, showing very little initiative for anything. I didn't know what to do with myself. I would follow my mom around, hoping perhaps that she would notice my heartbreak and do something about it. We weren't the most expressive family, and we rarely talked about emotions. In fact, I used to think crying merely meant your head pounded and your throat felt all hot and burning.

This, mostly because I would hold my breath from the desire to squelch the tears.

But on this certain summer day, as my mom attended to some task about the house, I would find myself following her all around. As she took care of some laundry or the like in her room, I simply climbed up onto the end of the bed and just laid there.

Silent.

Sad.

Hoping to be noticed.

And then she said it. "If you ever want to talk about what's going on with you, you can talk to me."

Tears.

An opened door. It's what I needed. The permission to be human, to be hurting, to be heard.

I believe I needed the door to be opened more than I needed to walk through it.

But my mother opened that door, as mothers do. Allowing me in, and allowing me to open up.
Here is to all the mothers who nurture their young, giving an unconditional love that sweetly invites the heart to come out - to be seen, heard and experienced.


James Anthony Ellis is a writer living in San Diego. He can be reached at www.LegacyProductions.org.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Why I am Standing up for our Law Enforcement



I'll be honest. For so long, I disliked cops. 

I would see them as enemies who would try and catch the next unsuspecting person going a few miles over the speed limit or making a safe but rolling turn at a stop sign ... all to feed the system with our own hard-earned money.

Whenever I saw a police car driving behind me, no matter what I was doing, I would get a burst of adrenaline and start to worry just a bit. "What are they going to do?" "Are they going to stop me?" 

This was my mindset. And it held steadfast. 

But like anything, perceptions can change over time ... and with experience.

For it was in 2012 that I produced a documentary "Indoctrinated; The Grooming of our Children Into Prostitution." This film brought awareness and light to the child sex trafficking issue, and highlighted the good works of the National City Police. I saw firsthand, on a ride-along and through interviews, how much darkness and evil these officers faced and how much effort many gave for the well-being of these young women and girls.

As one officer described the abuse the girls encountered from their pimps, "It's a level of inhumanity most would not grasp." 

After the film was released, it got a good amount of airplay and found its way to public forums across the nation and even to other countries such as New Zealand. Since the audience of this film was teens and their parents, I heard from a few mothers over time that said this film actually helped save their children from being lured or tricked into a prostituted life. Oh my goodness, on one level, it was saving lives. 

At a screening in San Diego in 2017, sergeant Matthew Blumenthal of the San Diego Police Department Human Trafficking Division approached me and said, "I have to show this film to every single officer in my department." 

This opened my mind - if this film could do some good, what next could I produce, what other way could I use my creativity and skills with a new project?

The very next day I met up with former police officer who said to me, "You really need to take a look at the PTSD that law enforcement is facing. They won't want to talk about it, but it's killing them." 

Bam! idea.


Another chance to bring some light where there may be darkness. Yes. Use me up God. Let's go.

It will be a short educational film called "Keeping The Peace," and I will gift it to receptive local and national police agencies once complete.

Once the idea came, i did some research and found some alarming statistics.

  • According to Officer.com, there are an estimated 150,000 officers who have symptoms of post-traumatic stress injuries (PTSI).
  • Recent research indicates that 1/3 of active-duty and retired officers suffer from post-traumatic stress, with some unaware of this condition.
  • The Badge of Life Organization states law enforcement officers are 1.5 times more likely to commit suicide than the general population.
  • With over 100 suicides per year nationally - the #1 one killer of police officers is ... law enforcement suicide.

I needed help though. I reached out to a few police agencies and talked with a few key players in the Wellness Unit and Peer Support arenas. But nothing was really moving things along until I truly started taking action on producing the film. 

I got help from a man on my men's team, who directed me towards his friend Victor who was a retired special agent officer for the Department of Justice. 

I interviewed Victor in person, and this was illuminating and mind opening. He spoke of what officers go through, and even told a story that brought him to tears. Thirty years ago, he had to tell a mother that her daughter had died in an accident. The distraught mother gave Victor a teddy bear to take with him back to the scene of the accident. While relating this story, he broke down much to his surprise. "That was 30 years ago and I've only thought of that incident only a few times." Though surprised over his reaction, he did note that he felt so much better having shared it.

This is the key to healing and wellness. Trust, safety, and sharing the burden. 

That is what this project is all about. Wellness of our first responders and officers who face intense amounts of stress and trauma while in the line of duty.

After interviewing Victor and half a dozen others, and after setting up a campaign fundraising page, there has been a lot of activity around the project. A team of six are supporting the campaign. There are endorsements. Funding has started to come in. A list of 94 contacts have been identified. And I'm here to simply manage the momentum and to do the legwork to film, edit and produce this piece.

How will the project unfold exactly? I can not know precisely. It's a process. But I can imagine and hold a high intention for the results:
  1. A cultural shift where officers ask for and receive the support they need to cope with what they face.
  2. Law enforcement experiencing wellness on all levels, serving the public in the highest.
  3. The public - realizing these are fellow humans needing support too - joining forces with law enforcement in co-creating symbiotic good relations.
  4. Reduced suicide rates among law enforcement.
  5. Lives being saved.
There was a side effect or result I did not consider when I started this. With officers owning their own needs as humans to get the support they need, perhaps the public too would see the officers as people and not enemies. 

We all know relations can be constrained between the public and police, and we have been privy to the horror stories played out on social media. This project will not eradicate all bad apples or remove due process and accountability for excessive force. But can you imagine a shift taking place when police and the public meet face to face on the humanity level in order to care for our neighborhoods, our communities, our society, our nation?  

Imagine.

When I was younger, I looked in the review mirror and saw only an enemy out to get me. Adrenaline would shoot through my veins and I'd think, "Oh no." Now, after all these years of working closely with officers, seeing what evils they attempt to protect us from, i look in the review mirror at them and think, "Oh good." 

An unexpected shift ... in me.

And so in conclusion, what are the real reasons I am doing this project, and why do I stand up for law enforcement?
  • To live with purpose
  • To bring light to the dark
  • To save some lives
  • To be used up in the highest way possible
  • To honor those who truly serve and protect


James Anthony Ellis is a writer, producer and owner of Legacy Productions.
Details of the "Keeping The Peace" campaign can be found HERE
He can be reached at (858) 518-5826.

Saturday, May 5, 2018

What To Do With Depression and Darkness?



I am freaking depressed.

DEEEEEPRESSED!

It feels like the weight of 100 sacks of flour are resting squarely on my back.

I trudge through the world as if walking in soft sand while wearing army boots.

There is a tape loop that plays in my head every time I make a mistake. The words are cruel and punishing.

"You failure."

"You'll never make it."

"There is no hope."

Where did these voices come from, and what am I to do with them?

I want to hide away so the voices can't reach me. But they live within me and cannot be ditched.

So I carry on - in this deep depression, wanting so badly to find a way out of it.

Long ago, I learned that there was no better way to get out of the sadness and darkness ... then to go directly into it. I learned to not swerve away from it or go around it. I was never a drinker or a druggy, so these escapes never could serve. Even the gluttonous self-pleasure of food and porn can not mask the agony any longer.

I'm in the middle of it. Or it's in the middle of me.

So what comes to my mind? How am I to rid myself of this feeling of darkness and to rise up into a light feeling of joy and love? 

A simple phrase: "Give it away in order to keep it."

Huh? What does that mean? Give it away ... in order to keep it.

Simply, I'm being directed to bring positive thoughts, energy and sentiments to others. I am tasked to give away this love and light to others. But how am I to do that when I don't feel it within?

Give it away ... in order to keep it.

Give love, even if I don't feel it strong within me, in order to PROVE that it does exist within. Give love so that it can grow stronger within me.

But this idea of having something get bigger after giving it away? Surely this is madness. If you have 10 dollars and you give away 10 dollars, surely you are now lesser for it. If you have seven bananas and you give away five of them, no doubt you have fewer bananas. This concept of giving in order to retain something is a counter-intuitive thought within the physical realm and within the conscious mind.

But I imagine we are not talking about rationality but reality.

According to A Course In Miracles, "giving is proof of having," In Lesson 187, it states: "Having had and given, then the world asserts that you have lost what you possessed. The truth maintains that giving will increase what you possess."

So be it. I will give as much love and light as I can to all I come across.
 
I will keep bringing the uplifting sentiments to others, especially when feeling low and depressed.

I will give it away, to prove I possess it, and to have it grow stronger, ever stronger, within me.

No need to focus on the depression or heed the voices that would drive me downward. Simply focus on giving away that which resides in me ... in peace, joy and truth.


James Anthony Ellis is a writer and producer living and loving in San Diego, California. He can be reached at www.LegacyProductions.org or on the inner plane of higher consciousness. Check him out at either locale. 



Monday, April 30, 2018

The Dark Night of the Soul




















This night is not my night
It belongs to the realm of the hidden, out of sight
Where ghosts and shadows catapult into flight
Turning faces away from that which is right
This night is not my night

They call it the dark night of the soul
Where somehow we are to understand our role
Collapsing within, into one tight fold
Nothing left to grasp, nothing to hold
Just darkness in the dark night of the soul

So where are we to go and what are we to do?
When everything that is old removes what is new
Where everything that is false takes over the true
When everything glowing gold turns deep black and blue
Who is there to be; what is there to do?

The dark night is here; are we to fear?
Or allow it to consume all that is dear
Then devour us over time as we simply disappear
Dissolving into puddles made of 1000 tears
What are we to heed; what is left to hear?

In this, a night that must become my night
As I embrace a realm of the hidden, barely out of sight
Where shadows shatter silence in a knockdown fight
Turning all away from that which is right
This is a night that must be seen as my night
Though I share it with the angels who escape into flight
And usher in the arrival of the clarity light
Leaving dust, and brokenness in a final good night
Leaving behind the dark night that is no longer my night


Thursday, March 29, 2018

A Word From the Heart



Please free me, let me speak
Let me be among my own
In the realm of the free
Let me be
Let me be me
In a melody that all can hear
Beneath it all.
Beneath all discord and stress
Beneath all the plotting and planning
Below the struggle
Where we reside
No longer to hide
In oneness
Unity
Spirit
Free
A heart

Thursday, March 1, 2018

The Most Important Thing In My World

By Jonah*

You call me J-Man, Jonah-Balona, Doghead and Bublet
Jonsey, Goof-ball, Silly Dog, Silly Boy and Puplet
No matter the name, it would be just the same
For in the end, all that matters … is that you came
I was in doggie prison for nine months before you came to call
Kiwi and Einstein didn’t exactly welcome me with open paws
But you rescued me, took me in, even though you had your own pains
And though you didn’t really like it, you would even walk me in the rain
Living the crate life wasn’t the great life, but we’d become “a dog and his girl”
You were, at last, the most important thing in my world

You’re like me: tall, with long legs, and a certain skip to your step
I’m so excited to spend time with you, I jump up towards your neck
You are my universe, I am your dog … your forever pup
You walk me every morning and night – always, no matter what
You feed me every day, and every two weeks I get a bath
It doesn't matter that I sit in the car ... I know you’re coming back 
We go everywhere: to Alabama, Northern Cal, or even just to the store
You take me on hikes with your friends – with legs both two and four
The beach, the water, Dogtopia, the big field with coyotes I can chase
And every morning and after work, I get to snuggle up to your face
In the bed we can cuddle, both of us in a ball we can curl
You have become the most important thing in my world

I know you get upset when I chase bunnies, or eat junk food off the ground
Or when I try to catch the squirrels that tend to run around
I just can't help myself … sorry … I do what I like to do
It has nothing to do with how much I admire and appreciate you
Always caring, you take me to the vet whenever I get sick
When I hurt my knee, you took me to rehab so my knee could get all fixed
When I almost passed, you did everything that anyone could do
Saying goodbye to Kiwi and Einstein – yeah, I miss them too

You love me, talk to me, cry with me, I'm always here for you
I especially like when you cook and let me sample the food
Let’s continue to be best friends – you, me and Marc
I’ll always greet you with wagging tail and an "I love you" bark
Thank you for being my Valentine, and for all those pet nicknames
For in the end … all that matters … is that you came
The story of you and me – a story of a dog and his girl
Yes indeed, you are the most important thing in my world
The most important thing in my world


* Written by Jonah for Wendy Prestera through an interview by Marc Prestera.  I just sculpted the words into a rhyme, not routinely heard by the canine ear. 



Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Here’s to You, Dear Searcher



















Inspired by the sacred space created during a "breathwork" session.

We come to this space of unconditional love
Seeking to find what is below and what is above
Opening our minds and opening our hearts
To return once again to that brand new start

It begins with surrender, and then a deep breath
A rebirth into bliss, to a life beyond death
Into the timeless, the spaceless, into the sweet will
Where thoughts cease fire, and deep waters run still

Here’s to you, dear searcher – you’ll find your way home
Where there is the one reality, where you’re never alone
We dive within ourselves, to discover that pure gold
The innocence that is our birthright, a love story to be told

So celebrate today and always, be here and now
Traveling as far as you wish, what your safety will allow
We acknowledge all you’ve done, and all there is to do
As you discover the meaning, and the truth of the real you

Here’s to you, dear searcher – planting seeds to be sown
Realizing your true nature, finding your own pathway home


For More on Breathwork - CLICK HERE

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

I Bear Witness




A friend mentioned how much she has seen in this lifetime, commenting with the phrase how she had to "bear witness." I said, "Hey that sounds like the seed of a poem."

In my time, in this world
I have seen, I have heard
Wondrous highs, tumultuous lows
Unconditional love that only heaven knows
Then harsh and heinous, the gnashing hell
The broken dreams from a wishing well
The full spectrum rainbow, I would know all of this
In my life, I would bear witness

I bear witness
To the F grade red, tests full of error
To the towers collapse after explosions of terror
To bodies piled high in devastated lands
To drone strike murder, no blood on hidden hands
To a president’s assassination, the motorcade in Dallas
To the lion trophy catch – killing senseless and callous
To the social media frenzy, virtual arsenals of attack
To the driving accident, there writhed Lucy our dear cat

I bear witness
To past due envelopes arriving in the mail
To the aging mirror in distressing detail
To gray around temples and wrinkles around eyes
To false witness that maintains the facade and disguise
To the defeat of my football team, the sea of hands
To the collective sighs of all disheartened fans
To the hungry and cold who live outside on the street
To the children who are sold to the men they must meet
To the death of loved ones, full of grieving and crying
To the hospice where I left my mom; she was dying

Why do we do it? What can this be for?
What could exist on the other side of the door?
Who would be there, would they see all of this?
When all is said and done, I would bear witness

I bear witness
To the majestic wonder of nature’s sweet beauty
To the newborn of Monica, the cherub little cutie
To gorgeous artwork born from artisan hands
To the melody and harmony of great rock-n-roll bands
To the garden of flowers, the lavish of green
To the Stanley Cup raised by a king of a team
To the cards and prose from lover to lover
To the spiritual path we all can discover

I bear witness
To sunrises and sunsets, we’ll call it a day
To footprints on beach sand as we walk on our way
To birthday cake candles blown out with much joy
To the fun antics of the children, the girls and the boys
To the thrills of the roller coaster at the amusement park
To graduations and weddings – each one a new start
To the big winning flashing lights at a Vegas slot
To the perception of value over anything sold or bought

In my time, in this world
I have seen, I have heard
Wondrous highs, tumultuous lows
Unconditional love that only heaven knows
Truly, none of these I would ever want to miss
For in my life, I would bear witness
I would bear witness