In the beginning
I sought only to escape
After a while
I sought for achievement
On a good day
All there is is offering
In the beginning
I sought only to escape
After a while
I sought for achievement
On a good day
All there is is offering
It’s tough living here
Concealment and masquerade
Sap my energy
Among “friends and family”
Mobiles don’t let you phone home
This is Grizzie and Yermo. They don’t like to share. Yermo likes to eat Grizzie’s food, and Grizzie likes to hiss at her.
I’m afraid they know more about me than you do, because I see them every day.
We were all monks together. Yermo stole food, and Grizzie was mean. I scraped by and managed to catch a human rebirth. I promised them I’d take care of them, and here we all are.
Corrinn is not in the photo, but we worked together too. Now we’re working together again. That’s very cool.
Karma, merit and life are funny like that.
I haven’t posted in a while, because I’ve been busy editing and gathering material for an upcoming book, All About Enlightenment. It may come out in 2015, but The Crew tells me that 2016 will be more auspicious. I’m not sure I can finish editing in 2015, so that may be a moot point.
In the past year, I’ve done regression sessions and taken channeling courses with Lyssa Royal Holt. I’ve also written a lot; I just haven’t had much time to share it all. For the past couple weeks, I’ve been on this site gathering posts that I’ve made, and I confess that I feel quite sad to buzz through the pages of posts and see three things:
I still don’t have much time, so although bullet lists are quite cliché, I’m going to put one right here on this page in case you’d like a snapshot of what’s been going on with me.
Things I’ve learned:
I hope you catch the humor in this list, and I hope Mr. Gaiman doesn’t mind, because I really admire him. I’ve also learned I’m pretty smack dab in the middle of the Spectrum and haven’t a clue about how most people think, but I’m not concerned about that so much anymore. Autism has become kinda cool. It’s the wave of the future, but no less a pain in the butt. I’m finding my people, and they are not of this planet.
Oh, and Disclosure would be futile. We’re all already here.
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They kept worlds alive
Long enough to launch themselves
On fresh destruction
FIRST THINGS FIRST
One cannot transcend
Without something to transcend
Stop running away
It’s not time to be perfect
Just learn to be where you are
Two eyes we’re given
Luring us into 3D
When there’s so much more
See Shiva shiver
From the cold? Or ecstasy?
Who feels it knows it
“Nataraja, is a depiction of the Hindu God Shiva as the cosmic dancer who performs his divine dance to destroy a weary universe and make preparations for the god Brahma to start the process of creation.”
I don’t have a good reason to post. Not gonna let that stop me; if I wait much longer, so much will have changed that we’ll never catch up and that’s no fun. So I’ll just unfurl the shopping list as if it’s notes to myself, and we’ll see how it goes.
Last year swept by like a Fellini movie – a silent one, with no editing. Chaotic, fluid, layered, ambiguous, disconcerting, nonsensical at times, yet sprinkled with bizarre reassurances that all is well and all is perfect. Time to speak.
Bottom line for me: focus and stop beating around the bush. Illusory time passes swiftly; we’re going to get left behind if we don’t pick up the pace. Stop looking to others. Point to yourself and get a move on. Open up.
I’m not worried about the planet blowing up or some secret society completely annihilating our last ember of love and effort. It’s all possible, and if it comes to that I’ll just check out. For now, here I am. There’s still hope.
DAY TO DAY: Mundane work clutters the inner landscape. Try not to resent working to pay bills; seems to be the nature of this place and it’s our own creation. Don’t know about you… tired of it. Quitting’s not the answer; answer seems to lie in seeing oneself in the mirror of “Other”, ya know, the ones that make us so angry and scared. Lighten up.
RELIEF: Trips to the shoreline of artistic expression; holiday dreamtime filled with words and images from other times and worlds. Daily grind feels like a period of waiting. Progress on hold, until the world ripens and has had enough of the silliness. Stop trying to escape; it was your idea to come here.
PRIORITIES: They shifted. More practical and focused in an odd inner way. Less indulgent towards fear and paranoia. Everyone is right; no point in dwelling on it. That just muddies up the energy: dead weight. Stop wasting time on that. Not being mean, cold, or callous. Just scolding the toddler running into the street.
EXPLORATION: Hypnotic regression, meditation, writing, editing, testing waters, finding brothers and sisters. Accepting: this world is not home. Home is light and fluid and oscillating, shimmering particles of emptiness that arise as whatever we need. See more, feel more, be more. Develop confidence.
OBSERVATIONS: The more I look, the more looking seems pointless, because all is… already here. ‘Pointless’: the nature of our dilemma: We’re just here because we got bored with being brilliant. Ready to go home?
BOTTOM LNE: Until enough people dig in and get to know their minds, whether through meditation, dreamwork or other methods, we’ll continue to move really really slowly. Just like now. We ain’t ready ya’ll. Are ya workin’ on it? I’m trying; but most of the time I feel like I’m doing a pretty half-assed job of it. It’s going to take all of us. Stop thinking you’re better than others. Stop thinking you’re right; there is no wrong. There is no nothing, either. Don’t be a lazy nihilist. Engaged nihilists look a little deeper and find there really is everything, not nothing.
I’M PROCESSING THIS: Regressions, sessions and dreams clarifying past, present and future roles, while leaving just enough behind the veils to keep me intrigued. If I get bored, I’m leaving. Just bein’ honest. I’m still waiting to be convinced. For me, it’s Buddhas, Star People, and Earth People (First Nations/Aborigines/Natives, whatever you wanna call it…). Explore and expose the links, find yourself and tie it all together. Get that book published.
On a more mundane note, for friends who might really want to know:
I’m still in Jacksonville, Florida, same job, different apartment and neighborhood, still fascinated by the puzzle that each day’s piece fits into. Yes, I still miss my son and the mountains and my mountain friends.
I’ve found a lovely Buddhist group that I’ve become very involved with, understanding I have a role to play there for the moment. I’ve resumed my formal practice, lightly, and enjoy feeling that connection in that way again. I admire the Karmapa. He’s got a lot on his plate, and he sure better get busy. He can do it; he’s one of us.
I’m still very aware of my Guides and that they engage me and influence me on so many levels, but the ‘voices’ and images have become far more subtle, almost impossible to describe.
I’ve been working on my book All About Enlightenment, heading towards publication through CreateSpace (Amazon). No predictions on when that might happen, because a few months ago it became clear that a major re-write was in order, including substantial additional material. And just as that picked up momentum, some Buddhist-things came up that drew my time away. It’s all good.
Dreams continue in fits and spurts. Lots of meetings, explanations, ships, other worlds. Progress is slow. I’m not here alone, but we are few and far between. I’m starting to meet more and more friends – people in the flesh – with whom I share connection. That tells me things are starting to converge. At least a little. Look for folks you can meet and have coffee with. We have already established our long-distance connections. Take a chance, speak up, even if you believe you live in a oppressive society.
Work continues, we move forward, and trusting in the process is how we hold this space. We don’t need proof, we don’t need baby blankets, we don’t need to talk about what we do. We are very active and it’s okay if we don’t remember it when we come back here.
Moments are like interlaced eons. Our brains can only process so much at a time. When we stop to look for reassurance, the whole thing slows down tremendously. Do what you feel you need to do, and don’t worry if others are not in the same space at the same time as you.
Be light; in every sense of the word.
So here’s the thing
The bones of the plot
Indentured – sent here to seek out
Some divinity’s golf ball
Lobbed ineptly into the rough
And lost the plot, dammit
What to do now then?
Make it up as you go along I s’pose
Keep up appearances
Develop the plot – obfuscate
Protagonist or antagonist?
Still working on that one
Nosing into who knows what
Nosily, noisily researching
Day by day, day after day
A gradually unfolding autobiography
Maybe already recorded elsewhere anyway
Plots within plots within plots
Move the goal posts – travel
Pick up a few subplots – partner, children
The odd sour note – bastards!
Relieve the monotone at least
Fandangle, froufrou, superfluity
At the end of the day
Still, no use complaining
Go check the codicil
Play the victim, all innocence
Perhaps in a sense I am
Though inner sense tells me
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This unremarkable string
Fastened in place with pegs
To the harp’s framework
No specific name or title
Beyond the one designated
Conventionally to this one
Frequency of vibration
In one among various
Tonal systems – Pinned
The name, the tone, is true
Only if the string is stretched
To one unvarying degree
Not too tense, nor too slack
That one pure perfect note
Which, plucked over and over
Soon becomes monotonous
Quite void of all interest
A bore, dull and tedious
No wonder – Look at the word
Shush, they’re about to begin
The harp gives angelic voice
Our unremarked string sings
No longer a sole monotone
Key note in the heavenly choir
A sip of wine
A hint of melody …
Melt into lavaflows
Unleash unadmitted yearnings
Challenge this paltry masquerade
Yelled from minaret or pulpit
Hounded by fatwa and heresy
Across the centuries, this dented I
Which has, for all of that brouhaha
Such shallow roots
Must be why they ban
These dangerous demons
While we for our part
Fight tooth and nail
To retain or else regain
These royal roads
You? Me? These others?
… Ambient Intelligence
Living out some dream.
Our science and religion?
Blind grapplings toward the truth.
Wandering – long banished from wondering
This barren lost vocabulary – unhallowing
Words and concepts dreamed into being
Then dreamed into the material of being
Glued a k to each passing now moment
I know – You don’t – Ongoing argument
Th’Aethereal hypnotised as Smith n Jones
Cemented – clay and limestone – stones
Stagger from audit to audit, from bill to bill
Sisyphus, cloned interminably, climbs the hill
Then in time abides
Then in time subsides
While we – enamoured
Indifferent or appalled
No Nuremberg excuses
No Pontius Pilates we
Was we gave the orders
Not just obeyed them
Transit of Venus
Prefigures a pentagram
Pointing to the stars
The morning … the evening
See time and space blown away
We’ve seen another
The pentagram bastardised
A dark inversion
Evokes demonic powers
Since all exists within us