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January | February | March | April | May | June July | August | September | October | November | December April Birthing of the New Consciousness In this very moment, we are giving birth: birthing ourselves, birthing each other, birthing a New Reality. Our faces are a little more strained than a few years ago… things are tighter and not as soft… our breathing is becoming labored. We know our edge, and are dancing on it. We feel our limit, and are crossing over… at last. The scales are tipping, the set point is moving, the quantum mass has finally arrived…and we are all pushing through. The goal posts of the birth canal are crashing down. Life is getting sticky, because our water has broken, and the WATERS OF LIFE are flowing. A few of us have been thrown into the sky by all the momentum, and watch the river flow below. Some of us are not in that river anymore, but rest in the clouds that offer droplets of moisture, the beads of our sweat from above. We whisper, as intuition: “Hear me.” “I stood in the blast for you, and will do it again. I stand in my knowingness, that I AM Absolute Reality. And it is my pleasure to be blasted to the stars once I rip open the birth canal for you!” That is what LOVE does. It ushers all the parts of Itself through the opening… That is ever expanding… By the birthing… That never ceases…***** From the Standing at the Gate Series I feel I am standing at the gate, already naked, bare even to the bones, and I fear losing my identity. If my little self was burned away and the light merged into the All, I could handle that. “I” wouldn’t be around to care! The real me would be in ecstasy. But what of my mission? An unfulfilled purpose to help humanity in his last hours? I’m not sure how much my fear of dissolving is tied to self-preservation and how much to love of humanity. Maybe it’s all selfish. Maybe it’s fear of the unknown, stepping off the cliff without a clear picture of where I’m falling. So I stand at the gate, bones now melting, singing my heart’s true song, waiting for someone to open the gate and invite me gently in for tea.
***** When someone said, “the world needs to hear your voice,” I thought: *****
I always come back to my core…the center of me, beneath the surface of my views and opinions, my stances and positions, even my observations, to that still place, my center point, inside the swirling mechanisms of what I do and who I think I am. It’s a seeker-less temple I seek within. *****
Written on the Rogue River Walkabout with Ogden and Friends, Spring 2010 The Easter lilies and golden-yellow daffodils have risen, to say “HI!” again, and invite you: Mother Nature opens our hearts, We grandstand with our lives, *****
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