{"id":223579,"date":"2026-06-07T21:09:50","date_gmt":"2026-06-08T01:09:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/?p=223579"},"modified":"2026-06-10T00:03:24","modified_gmt":"2026-06-10T04:03:24","slug":"flash-truth-and-fiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/flash-truth-and-fiction\/","title":{"rendered":"Flash Truth and Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"et_pb_section_0 et_pb_section et_section_regular et_block_section\"><div class=\"et_pb_row_0 et_pb_row et_block_row\"><div class=\"et_pb_column_0 et_pb_column et_pb_column_4_4 et-last-child et_block_column et_pb_css_mix_blend_mode_passthrough\"><div class=\"et_pb_text_0 et_pb_text et_pb_bg_layout_light et_pb_module et_block_module\"><div class=\"et_pb_text_inner\"><h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Luminations<\/h1>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"et_pb_text_1 et_pb_text et_pb_bg_layout_light et_pb_module et_block_module\"><div class=\"et_pb_text_inner\"><p 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class=\"author vcard\"><a href=\"https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/author\/wprr\/\" title=\"Posts by Rachelle Rogers\">Rachelle Rogers<\/a><\/span> | <span class=\"published\">Jun 7, 2026<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div>\n\n<div class=\"et_pb_text_3 et_pb_text et_pb_bg_layout_light et_pb_module et_flex_module\"><div class=\"et_pb_text_inner\"><p><i>Consciousness<\/i><br \/><em>Changing World<br \/>Self-Reflection<br \/>Flash Fiction<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n<div class=\"et_pb_row_2 et_pb_row et_flex_row\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_column_3 et_pb_column et-last-child et_flex_column et_pb_css_mix_blend_mode_passthrough et_flex_column_24_24 et_flex_column_24_24_tablet et_flex_column_24_24_phone\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_divider_0 et_pb_divider et_pb_space et_pb_divider_position_top et_pb_module\"><div class=\"et_pb_divider_internal\"><\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n<div class=\"et_pb_row_3 et_pb_row et_flex_row\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_column_4 et_pb_column et_flex_column et_pb_css_mix_blend_mode_passthrough et_flex_column_16_24 et_flex_column_16_24_tablet et_flex_column_24_24_phone\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_text_4 et_pb_text et_pb_bg_layout_light et_pb_module et_flex_module\"><div class=\"et_pb_text_inner\"><p>At various times during this past month, I found myself contemplating things I\u2019d heard or read\u2014some offering perceptions that differed from my own, others offering flashes of insight inspired by new slants on old perspectives that for me felt true. See what you think.<\/p>\n<h6>FORGIVENESS<\/h6>\n<p>I\u2019ve always had a problem with the word <em>forgiveness<\/em>. To me, it implies someone having done something <em>wrong<\/em>. If I\u2019m forgiving someone, it would seem it was because that person did something wrong. If I\u2019m forgiving myself, it seems it would be for something I deemed to be wrong. But what exactly does <em>wrong<\/em> mean? And by whose definition? To me, there\u2019s an element of arrogance and judgement in the act of \u201cforgiving\u201d someone. It\u2019s probably a semantics issue. I, more than most, tend to look more deeply into words.<\/p>\n<p>Many would explain that forgiveness is about freeing one\u2019s self, rather than another person. A way to let go and move on, that forgiveness is understanding. I would agree with that. But forgiveness is also defined as absolution, pardoning, vindication, words that link to some kind of judgement on the part of the forgiver. That word just never worked for me.<\/p>\n<p>This is what works for me. When, after a very tough relationship with my father, I finally could \u201cforgive\u201d him, it did not come from the feeling that he had done something <em>wrong<\/em>. It came from the deep realization that he had done the best he could; that <em>I<\/em> had done the best I could; that anyone who has <em>hurt<\/em> us, including ourselves, only did the best they could. If they could have done better, they would have. If I could have done better, I would have. It\u2019s like trying to convince people one cares about to stop smoking, or using drugs, or other things you deem not good for them. They can\u2019t do it until they can do it. We all do the best we can at any given moment. Understanding this with compassion has been my way of forgiving\u2026especially myself.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n<div class=\"et_pb_column_5 et_pb_column et-last-child et_flex_column et_pb_css_mix_blend_mode_passthrough et_flex_column_8_24 et_flex_column_8_24_tablet et_flex_column_24_24_phone\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_image_1 et_pb_image et_animated et_pb_module et_flex_module\"><span class=\"et_pb_image_wrap\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/yuri_b-space-1565986-web-1000.jpg\" title=\"yuri_b-space-1565986 web 1000\" width=\"563\" height=\"1000\" srcset=\"https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/yuri_b-space-1565986-web-1000.jpg 563w, https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/yuri_b-space-1565986-web-1000-480x853.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"(min-width: 0px) and (max-width: 480px) 480px, (min-width: 481px) 563px, 100vw\" class=\"wp-image-223588\" \/><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n<div class=\"et_pb_row_4 et_pb_row et_flex_row\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_column_6 et_pb_column et-last-child et_flex_column et_pb_css_mix_blend_mode_passthrough et_flex_column_24_24 et_flex_column_24_24_tablet et_flex_column_24_24_phone\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_text_5 et_pb_text et_pb_bg_layout_light et_pb_module et_flex_module\"><div class=\"et_pb_text_inner\"><h6>EARTH SCHOOL<\/h6>\n<p>This is another concept I have never related to. The idea that Earth is a school and we come here to learn lessons, to me is a disturbing slant on looking at life. I hated formal schooling, and learning \u201clessons\u201d feels punitive. We homo sapiens sapiens are not children, not in the largest self of who we are. As has been said, <em>We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.<\/em> True we come into this body in a state of forgetfulness, not remembering where we\u2019ve come from or who we are, something, by the way, so many of us at this time of awakening are beginning to remember. And we come here by choice. Many decades ago, a non-physical guide of mine explained that the purpose of choosing lifetimes on this free-choice planet is not about learning lessons. It is to Experience, Express, and Enjoy! and that perspective has always made sense to me.<\/p>\n<h6>ACCEPTANCE INSTEAD OF BELIEF<\/h6>\n<p>In the metaphysical community, it has been the contention that we create our personal reality through our thoughts, beliefs, and expectations. It has been the contention that one must examine their belief systems in order to \u201cfigure out\u201d where they\u2019ve gone wrong, why they\u2019ve not \u201cmanifested\u201d everything they desire. While I do believe we get what we focus upon, that thoughts have electromagnet frequencies of attraction, something scientists, by the way, would disagree with, I also feel that in this new enhanced and speeded up \u201cascension\u201d energy, there must be quicker routes to creating the most fulfilling journey.<\/p>\n<p>Recently, an enriching perspective came to me in a channeled podcast. There <em>was <\/em>a shortcut, a way not to get caught up in the\u00a0 tangles of old limited beliefs. It was simple and straightforward, and it made perfect sense to me. It was this\u2014\u201cAcceptance is the new beliefs.\u201d What it means is that instead of monitoring my beliefs and thoughts to decipher what I am or am not, consciously or unconsciously creating, I focus instead on <em>accepting<\/em> all my heart\u2019s desires into my life. I don\u2019t even have to define them. My Soul or High Self, my Spirit Team, my Angels, my Guides, my Galactic family all know exactly what those desires are. I love the idea that \u201cacceptance\u201d and no longer \u201cbelief\u201d is now the most important piece to manifestation.<\/p>\n<p>Here's how it works. First, I accept whatever I\u2019m feeling, feeling it completely and without judgement. Only after that, can I choose to move into the field of manifestation. When I am clear, I invoke the mantra, repeating it out loud, trusting in its truth\u2014<em>I accept my heart\u2019s desires into my life. I accept my heart\u2019s desires into my life. I accept my heart\u2019s desires into my life. <\/em>Three times is the magic number, chanting it as many times a day as I feel to do it. For me it has been powerful, expansive, and freeing.<\/p>\n<h6>AUTHENTICITY AS EXPRESSION OF SELF-LOVE<\/h6>\n<p>This last revelation I actually came upon myself, although it was wonderful to hear it communicated in a conversation on a podcast I often listen to. It was about the idea that the meaning of self-love has expanded beyond looking into the mirror and expressing <em>I love you<\/em> out loud to my wondrous self. Not that this isn\u2019t still a beneficial thing to do. It is. But the idea of self-love now needs to be lived \u201cin the world,\u201d in the practice of owning my truth, of being authentically who I am in any given situation. It does not, however, mean to judge anyone or anything, or to try to convince anyone <em>of<\/em> anything. That\u2019s not what authenticity is about. It is about participating in things one resonate\u2019s with, and opting out of things done out of feelings of obligation. It's about expressing honestly from the heart when asked for your perspective, even though you know it might differ from the stance of the asker. When truly responding from the heart, more often than not, no one gets angry, hostel, or hurt. Authenticity is the new self-love.<\/p>\n<h6>BEING A FIRST-WAVER<\/h6>\n<p>The mapping of the generations that have contributed to the current ongoing inevitable ascension of consciousness was another wonderful discussion on a different podcast I often listen to. With my too fast approaching 80th birthday in December, I\u2019ve found myself at times feeling more than a tinge of guilt and regret over not, for various reasons, being able to do more out in the world at this stage of my life.<\/p>\n<p>But after I listened to this podcast, I was reminded that as part of the Baby Boomer generation, I was in the First Wave of those who incarnated on this planet with the focus of helping to move human evolution forward. The First Wavers were the ones who brought about the first huge step to change. As I\u2019ve written before (See <a href=\"https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/what-if-and-the-evolution-of-consciousness\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>What If and The Evolution of Consciousness<\/em><\/a>), we ushered in the Age of Aquarius in the 1960\u2019s testing boundaries with sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Through the 70\u2019s, we traveled along the woo-woo road, devouring everything from Krishnamurti, through all eight channeled Seth books by Jane Roberts. In 1987 we welcomed the Harmonic Convergence, a rare planetary alignment ushering in a new era of peace and consciousness, marking the start of the final twenty-five-year countdown to the end of the Mayan calendar. In 2000, we went through Y2K anxiety, wondering if all computers would fail at midnight. In 2012 we witnessed the end of the Mayan calendar and celebrated the beginning of another great energetic shift of consciousness. And now in 2026, we have arrived at this beyond-time that is forever changing everything.<\/p>\n<p>As I contemplated these things, I understood that I <em>have<\/em> played my part in the world, and now was my time in this grand evolution to be a Wisdom Keeper, and to embody all that I have learned. For me, it is a time of Being rather than Doing. It's now Generation X, Y, and Z who are carrying the story forward in the world and fostering the birth of a New Earth. And it's the children, the Alphas and Betas who have come in wired differently, with more of their DNA intact, consciously knowing who they are and why they\u2019re here, that I believe will be the new Way Showers of the near future.<\/p>\n<h6>A FEW PROFOUND CONTEMPLATIONS<\/h6>\n<p>* Forget appearances, nothing is at it seems<br \/>* Everything happens <em>for<\/em> us, not <em>to<\/em> us<br \/>* All things are possible<br \/>* Love is exponentially more powerful than fear<br \/>* Truth is amorphous<\/p>\n<h6>FLASH FICTION<\/h6>\n<p>This is the first and only flash fiction piece I\u2019ve ever written. It was published decades ago. She may not remember, but I have to thank my dear writerfriend of the heart, Debbie Daniel, the queen of flash! for helping with the title all those years ago. Enjoy\u2026or not.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n<div class=\"et_pb_row_5 et_pb_row et_flex_row\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_column_7 et_pb_column et-last-child et_flex_column et_pb_css_mix_blend_mode_passthrough et_flex_column_24_24 et_flex_column_24_24_tablet et_flex_column_24_24_phone\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_image_2 et_pb_image et_animated et_pb_module et_flex_module\"><span class=\"et_pb_image_wrap\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/angelo-abear-5DU_lRph1s4-unsplash-web-1200.jpg\" title=\"angelo-abear-5DU_lRph1s4-unsplash web 1200\" width=\"1200\" height=\"800\" srcset=\"https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/angelo-abear-5DU_lRph1s4-unsplash-web-1200.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/angelo-abear-5DU_lRph1s4-unsplash-web-1200-980x653.jpg 980w, https:\/\/rachellerogers.com\/dev1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/angelo-abear-5DU_lRph1s4-unsplash-web-1200-480x320.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"(min-width: 0px) and (max-width: 480px) 480px, (min-width: 481px) and (max-width: 980px) 980px, (min-width: 981px) 1200px, 100vw\" class=\"wp-image-223589\" \/><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n<div class=\"et_pb_row_6 et_pb_row et_flex_row\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_column_8 et_pb_column et-last-child et_flex_column et_pb_css_mix_blend_mode_passthrough et_flex_column_24_24 et_flex_column_24_24_tablet et_flex_column_24_24_phone\">\n<div class=\"et_pb_text_6 et_pb_text et_pb_bg_layout_light et_pb_module et_flex_module\"><div class=\"et_pb_text_inner\"><h4 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0Why Stefan had to rent a sander and refinish the floors in Brenda's bedroom<\/h4>\n<p>When the cashier prematurely and automatically, without a twinge of uncertainty, gave her a senior discount, Brenda felt compelled to paint every room in her house Chinese red. She went to Lowe's and sorted through palette samples. Chinese red turned out not to be so simple. She compared tints and hues, finally deciding on a shade that reminded her of a clingy swingy dress she'd worn to see Baryshnikov dance Romeo at Lincoln Center decades ago when her hair had pigment and her skin knew how to hold itself in place.<\/p>\n<p>Not having painted anything in a while, Brenda asked the twelve year old \"design consultant\" named Binky what else she would need. He helped her gather painter's tape, stir sticks, rollers, brushes, plastic, all of which she carted home along with eight gallons of Peking Passion. She wondered what Stefan would think. They'd only been lovers for two months and were still at the stage of undressing by candlelight, and watching each other sleep. He had not yet witnessed female hormones\u2014or the lack thereof\u2014run amok.<\/p>\n<p>Brenda began with her bedroom. She flipped on Ravel's <em>Bolero,<\/em> shoved furniture, draped, taped, then rolled overlapping v's along the wall behind the bed, burying forever all traces of Perfect Pearl. Feeling the echo of horns and drums rumble in her belly, she dipped a brush, wrote WILD WOMAN in letters two-feet high on the adjacent wall. Heavy spatters of crimson sprayed her cheeks. Her hair became an impressionistic blob spreading across her old Kirov Ballet t-shirt. The music opened, wound back on itself, ascended. She dipped again, wrote HOT TOMALE, added HOOCHIE MAMA ROJA. She grabbed the old paint-speckled towel from the corner, slid it around her blue-jeaned hips, swished it from side to side. Cajoled by a swell of strings climbing toward crescendo, her body searched for a <em>d\u00e9velopp\u00e9<\/em>, an <em>arabesque<\/em>, an <em>entrechat-six<\/em> it could not find. Bolero thrashed and pounded to climax. Brenda, trembling, collapsed to the floor. 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