A Christmas Story
There’s this family of four who are called the Wishstar’s. A sweet, community spirited, unbelievably caring family in Haines, Alaska. They’re the true experiencors of life, seeking good over indifference, bringing forth unity and compassion. One might say it’s easy for them, “it’s in their nature”, and although that’s true it was their life experiences exemplified in how to live life while ‘knee deep in it’. Their pain and suffering presented the opportunity to lean into universal unity, rather than the idyllic mindset of accomplishment for one.
They’ve endured so much throughout their year that it administered the fortitude to accept the unacceptable. Peace was summoned by choice, in the most unbelievable circumstances of human existence. Their journey was far from what we know as peaceful. Pure chaos continues to rain, as if it were taking down that very mountain again and again. Ironically they moved to their little slice of Haines heaven because of the rain, after living in Colorado’s drought conditions for 25 years – cotton balling their movement forward.
This wasn’t a dream they had, it was a movement. They didn’t land in Alaska to fulfill anything, but to bring what they were to a land that identified and mirrored that. There was no mistake about it.. This is their luck, you see. It’s pure. No contingency on what they’ll get from it.
Sunrise over Haines, Alaska, light on the landslide,
1yr later – Dec. 2021
The opposite, the ‘hindsight opinion’ they call it, always has its volume turned up, oblivious to the environment. It’s the overactive mindset of ‘shouldn’ts and wouldn’ts’, trying to save oneself after the fact or before trying. No matter how well intentioned these ‘hindsight opinions’ were, it was like sandpaper on a baby smooth rock bottom. “Born again”, I say, these Wishstar’s are the Christmas star, leading us to the very true survival thrive-guide of how to live this life.
They’ve had nothing. ‘Middleclass homelessness’ a term they coined, their entire livelihood snuffed. We’re talking about everything. Trying unbelievable hard to ‘make it work’ when the Universe keeps on saying, ‘please don’t’. How personal that must have felt for them? Feelings of never measuring up, never good enough, no matter how hard they try, alienated and mistaken, wondering why be alive after all this? The torture they’re going through is immeasurable with continued jabs of unconsciousness from anothers own pain-body. What have we contributed? What have we added to this pile of hell?
Yet, through it all, they still keep shining their starlight, as if their name embodies everything they are. Fact is, when you pop into their vortex of Wishstarhood, one feels warmed and honored, as if there’s no separation between us. Sure we witness their personality of helpfulness and happiness, but when you get an exclusive tour, the opportunity arises within to discover our own self love, our own happiness beyond the physical, and we end up understanding ‘why’ we’re all here. I didn’t know this, till I stood back in awe. I listened without hurry or even guessing what came next. I just sat there with them – in it, many times quietly without judgement. It wasn’t easy, in fact it took all my energy to stay present as all I wanted to do was escape, but I didn’t. I allowed myself to journey with them and what they shared was that life is richness, joy, excruciating pain, suffering, equality, pure bliss, gratitude, allowance, acceptance, infinite, and above all love.
If you’ve ever been in their stardom, you’d know. Yet it’s not just to feel good about, it’s to carry out in OUR life’s story. Their way-showing is off the beaten path, it’s taken flight, and there is no wrong way, no limitations, no ending.
They showed me worlds beyond living just this one.
Light-speed,
Chanlor
About the Author:
Who is Chanlor? Witnesser of ‘what is’. “Getting out of the story, to tell the story.” Shifting perspective from sympathy to validation because that’s the activator of change.