Laughing with Your Spiritual Team

Understand the meaning of SNAFU and you’re ready for re-evolution!

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In 1992, I needed a job—badly.

And it seemed I had one.

I’d spent the previous school year working in a special classroom with students I called the ‘artists, rebels, and misfits.’ The fit for me was perfect, but there was a catch. Because a local non-profit funded my position, I wasn’t a District teacher on a tenure track with job security.

The next year the District absorbed my job into the official school system, with the usual benefits and guarantees. I applied, thinking it would be an easy transition. It wasn’t.

I didn’t even get an interview. Teachers from my school sent down to the central office to review applications for the job passed me over without discussion. I was a certified teacher, but my many previous adventures revealed I didn’t fit the standard teacher model. Plus, I was way in the back of campus in a portable classroom. What was I doing with ‘those kids’?

The job offer went to a more ‘qualified’ applicant outside the District. She accepted.

For three weeks I alternated between rage and desperation.

In the midst of personal meltdown and financial distress, I meditated one morning, asking for help.

I still see the answer.

Into my mind floated a clear image of an umbrella above me. The instant message: ‘You are protected.’

Two days before school opened, the Assistant Principal at the school, an ally who knew my worth, called me with news about the other applicant. “She suddenly declined the offer,” he said, “I’m not going to reopen interviews. The job is yours.”

That’s how I began my official teaching career and 30 years of global consulting.

Thank you, team.

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My son, 30-years old, used the term SNAFU the other day. I asked whether he knew the origin of the term. He didn’t.

It came out of World War 2, when American soldiers contended with a giant (though ultimately effective) military bureaucracy thrown together by necessity. Battle plans, leadership decisions, weapon delivery, and general support systems failed regularly—all mistakes that could cost lives.

To relieve their anxiety, the troops coined a humorous acronym to shrug off the danger: Situation Normal: All Fucked Up.

That’s how ‘snafu’ entered American slang. It’s a very handy term, actually. It defines a problem that can’t be solved, but carries the vibration of acceptance.

It also resonates with the universe. My mystic mentor, Iole, once said, “Our God has a sense of humor.” The Messengers have confirmed that observation many times over. Deep mirthful humor is a philosophical staple of intelligent species in the stars.

That’s why humor acts as a last resort when difficulty strikes. Sailing over rough seas without a compass leads to navigational mysteries that can’t be solved. There’s only one path forward: Take it seriously but enjoy the ride.

Humor prevails throughout the universe for a similar reason. On an infinite evolutionary journey through a billion stars in multiple dimensions, mystery gets entangled in further mystery. It’s a confusing voyage.

Inevitably, all that is left is to laugh, with faith and knowledge that safe landing awaits. Your spiritual team knows this. They laugh with you.

My most recent reminder of this came at 3:48 AM this morning (it’s now about 6 hours later). I spent nearly the entire day yesterday staring at a blank screen, not sure what to write for this post. I knew it was something about trust. Other than that, nothing. A kind of personal snafu.

So, I asked for help in the darkness. It worked. I heard laughter and the message: If you feel blocked, write about the block. Trust that you will know.

If you don’t, relax. It will come at the right time. Lighten up.

Who answered me? I’m not sure. In every incarnation, each of us is assigned a spiritual team. (It is likely that you served on a team for others as well). One member is your assigned guide, a constant fixture with you from before birth until death and reunion.

But the Messengers tell us to think more broadly. Nearly all of us have experienced lives and connections on other planets, often more advanced than Earth. Those allies remain closely connected, ready to answer your call. In many cases, so do former relatives.

It’s a team with infinite teammates. Imagine your thoughts as a beam of light scanning the universe. Thoughts backed by intention may draw the attention of strangers in another galaxy who notice your signal for help. They receive, and understand.

This doesn’t mean every entity is at your beck and call. Iole was old school. She once remarked that those beings on the other side of the veil are not “call boys”—the young messengers who ran errands for people in the 1920’s. Our star brethren have their workday, too.

So, I don’t know who transmitted thoughts back to me last night. And words typed on a screen by the light of day don’t quite capture the message.

But I can feel the essence: The moment of re-evolution though which you live requires the deepest trust possible.

Feeling blocked, confused, blanked, or helpless is normal when a planet reorganizes itself to enter the next, higher dimension. That’s the territory we live in at present. Every thought gets twisted. Every day the news seems abnormal, weird, or puzzling. How do we find our way out of this craziness?

It’s the ultimate snafu. In fact, the Messengers know the term. Amidst the laughter, I head a comedic suggestion: Title the post ‘Living in the Age of Snafu.’

I retain editorial control so I’ll go with my original title. But the intent remains: Our confusion is the normal outcome of a deeply mysterious process that can’t be solved by normal means. We can’t think or argue our way out of re-evolution. The vast energies bombarding the planet are reorganizing our minds and global society. You and I are being forced to trust the motives of an intelligent universe.

As readers of Rx for the Planet know (and as my wife knows too well), I am a serious person. Trust and faith do not mean passivity or disengagement, anymore than soldiers who fought and overcame every snafu could disengage or laugh off death entirely. And in fact, battle lines have been drawn and come clear. It’s imperative to stand for love and oneness.

But if you and I can adopt the same attitude as soldiers under fire, life will be easier. The challenge for all of us is to move through confusion with acceptance, but still act on behalf of our planet.

I always recommend the 3 AM solution, if you’re willing. Believe, ask, and meditate. Listen for support from your team. Know the veil of frequencies separating you from your guides and allies has thinned significantly. By virtue of being alive now, your energies resonate with the next dimension. Everyone can be their own guru.

If your spiritual team seems remote, stay closer to home. Examine your dreams. Do they puzzle, inform, leave you wondering? Look for ‘coincidences’ in daily life? Are they piling up? Did they happen by chance, or do they seem unusually strange?

Don’t ignore signs; investigate them. Many more will then appear. In every way, your team seeks to connect and regain your trust—and lead you to the faith that the present snafu is a passing moment. Your team has one goal: To enroll you in a loving universe.

Your team seeks to align you with their mission for another reason: Snafu is inevitable when you live in infinity.

Why did Iole refer to ‘Our God’, as if there were many?

Because other universes exist. We live in one of them.

That’s why humor works. What can we do but laugh and enjoy?

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Thank you Planeteers and Adventurers! In every post I emphasize that life is heating up—and every week it seems a bit warmer.

What’s going to happen? I don’t know, but dramatic, earth-shaking, and psyche-disturbing changes lurk just over the horizon.

Complaining about politics, the stock market, and international conflict won’t soothe your soul during these times. You need deeper guidance and better information.

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