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Reflections Archive for 2009

Fuel for the Fire of Your Spirit

I have never been lost. There is no “me” to find.

Remember, when it seems darkness is all around us… it’s Love that wrote the Play.

Life is the fusion of opposites.

NOTE: The paradox in the following reflections, is that the part of us that is not "us"... is our totality or completeness. Our deepest essence is our divine authentic Self, rising AS and toward the ONE.)

AFRAID TO BE WHO I AM

I've been afraid to be who I Am, which is the part of me that is not "me". So I go where groups of other emerging angels have clustered on a rock, like butterflies in the storm. We are drying our wings here, so we can fly again, off to the next rock. Curious thing. Our flights are getting shorter and the rocks closer and the gatherings larger and soon... there will be no islands and no water to cross. By our very presence we are evaporating the distances. By our very presence we burn away the waters holding us apart. There is only LIGHT, now, begetting Itself, consuming all elements in its combustion, sucking them up and spitting them out to form new life. And we are THAT, my friends. Here on this rock.

ENTER NAKED INTO YOUR KNOWINGNESS

So. You think we've come together to find out who we really are? Yes. To discover that part of us, not us at all, here, waiting in the wings, just off stage. It has come to find and meet us. Silly us! Did we think we were in charge?

It needs us... to find Itself. Like great lovers, we all need each other to manifest the ecstasy of true living. For the heights and the depths and the sweetness of perfect life, long standing in the shadows, we need our true lover... now waiting in the wings.

Disrobe, and enter naked into your knowingness.
Disrobe, and enter naked into your knowingness.
This was the time we had arranged to meet.
This was the time we had arranged to meet.
Go, melt into the arms of your lover and breathe the new world of the ONE, NOW HERE!

LONG LOST LOVERS

The part of us that is not us, is finding Itself. Like long lost lovers, perhaps who've never met, we seek each other.
We're sharing the same heart, in joy, as if at a Sunday afternoon tea.
We're sharing the same heart, in joy, as if at a Sunday afternoon tea.
The part of us that is not us, is meeting Itself, as if for the first time... new lovers meet.
Such exuberance, such rapture, such bare exposure, such innocence revealed.
We are long lost lovers, who have never met, now seeking each other, in EVERYONE we meet.

Only The Lover

Only a lover knows …there is a HEART so big, It loves the entire population of the planet.
All lovers know… only in ecstasy of true Union can you surrender all so you can gain ALL.
Only the Lover remains when we have burnt away all that is not Divine within us.
Only the Lover remains when all forms are changing form.
In times of our sorrows, only the Lover comes to embrace us with passion equal to ours…
As deeply as Life can embrace Life.

The Embodiment

When you have cast out the clutter from your temple,
And scrubbed the floors,
And polished clean the mirrors and windows
So that you may see deep within the soul through the eyes and far into infinity through the skies,
Then, it is time to sit in the stillness and wait,
For the Guest to arrive.
And in that waiting, you find,
That YOU are the Guest,
And you have finally, come home.
Welcome!

Love Spoken Here!

Attune your heart by listening to a love letter to the Divine.

Close your eyes, breathe deep, and relax from your busy day for 5 minutes.

Happy Valentine's Day!

May your heart open more and more...every day.

Click the center image above to listen to "Love In Union With All Life"

"All of you have your own love affair going on with the Divine. No matter what you call IT or how you see IT, this is exactly what is going on in your life. LIFE LOVING LIFE IS ALL THERE IS! This is clear to you, if you know WHO YOU REALLY ARE."

THE EMBODIMENT

When I signed myself up to be here for this lifetime, a part of me wanted to stay in the LOVE and LIGHT that is my eternal essence… the home of my Heart. How can I bare the separation?

Only when I realized, that IT was coming with me… as dear ones like you. We crossed through that portal together, and brought our Divine Home with us, as us.

I cried this morning at sunrise, feeling my True Love has come with me.

Thank you for being here, as the One Heart that we always are!

*****

There is no face of God,
But ALL I SEE.
There is no name of God,
But the indescribable sound of creation in celestial spheres.
That a faceless nameless Presence
Has lodged Itself in my heart
And left the door wide open,
Is the invitation for the dross me to pack its bags and leave.
While the “Me” that glistens,
Dines on the throne,
In the Light,
Where only One of us exists.

*****

I need your help to stay in the present moment. This is why I’m writing to you, for you.
I find, I cannot exist outside this moment. There is too little light out there.
My true love is not out there, but here.
When I think of the past, blood begins to run from my veins onto the ground.
When I head for the future…I’m going too fast. I will crash and burn.
I know I was born to fly, but who will catch me when I fall?
Please, help me put on my wings. So slowly. So gently.
Only as fast as the slowest part of me wants to go.
I’ll remember you in my dreams when I finally take that chance; I will fly.
Remember me, in your prayers.

THE BLAZING BLISS

I find my consciousness inside a ball of incredible bliss.
If I hold the course, it fills my every cell.
But if I begin to think… it begins to shrink.
If I start to observe, its radiance blurs.
If I try to define or evaluate, it deflates in boredom.
Much like a distant relative or someone you don’t really know
Bringing out at your splendid party
The old photo albums of humans you don’t know
and telling you facts you don’t relate to.
“Who the heck and why are you putting me through this?”
your Divine Self wants to ask
The one dragging out the snapshots of past life
and dramas and beings,
“When none of that is you anymore!”
The BLISS does not want to think or judge or see Itself.
Just blaze and blaze and blaze!

If you forgot who you were, would you know who you are?
Would a love show its face so strong and clear and wide,
That its brilliance reflected from every face across your countryside?

*****

The truth is, I’ve been in love with God for a long time.
I just didn’t know the throne room was within my own heart.

*****

Today I realized I was already in heaven,
And it wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be.

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Worry is separation. And I will not be separated from the One I love.
So I decree: All is well within me and my universe.

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:
There are many nuances and inflections, but there is only one Voice.
It is the voice of freedom, the voice of peace, the voice of love.
This voice comes from the stillness; it billows forth from the rising sun at dawn.
It is a voice that does not declare but whispers, does not explain but shows.
It is the voice growing and gathering around the globe... it is hearts united for the common good… it has the drumbeat of walls coming down…it is the sound of singing hearts… of children singing in many keys… the children of the future calling us… the music of the spheres.
It is the voice of the ONE!

*****

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.
I leave my ego at the gate to this sanctuary- my need to be in control- sure about this- right about that stuff. Who cares, really? I care… less and less.

It’s a seeker-less temple I seek within.
I find a guru that teaches nothing, not even the art of nothingness.
All the sticky honey manna is there; IT holds me for a while.
The feet of my soul can’t move, don’t want to move.
But the heat I carry inside, my passion for my purpose, and the calling of the outside world- release me from the sweet hold of this substance of my Self, and I return.
This time.

*****

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:
“Come! Play in the fields of I AM.
There is only lightness of Being here.
Pure Presence.
Take off your little self like an old pair of shoes and leave them by the door to my Temple.
Enter in sacred silence.
This is the last “journey” you will ever make. It is a journey to the center of your heart.
Where you’ll find… “ME”,
Waiting there.”

Mother Nature opens our hearts,
And the river washes them clean.
The walls around our hearts come tumbling down,
So that we release, unceasingly, the love we once held back from full measure and glory.
We now flow.
The gate is open.

We grandstand with our lives,
Thinking we have permanence,
And all the while the river is carrying us home.
That we are the WHOLE picture
We haven’t quite gotten.
And yet, all that we KNOW
LIVES in that one drop of water.

*****

Click here to listen to the Sounds of Easter 2010!

DEAR WORLD

You can annotate me with thought,
but having experienced the Oneness…
I am not coming back.
The Oneness is the Foundation
to which I AM is returning.
It is between the notes of music,
the soundless which holds all sound.
It is behind the swirling atoms,
that which cradles and releases them.
The Void to which I am returning clamors not for my attention
as the world of sensation does,
though this hub of the wheel begets All That Is.

Go through the Pure Stillness to find the real party going on.
We have lovingly thrown away the map...
but our hearts know the way.
My hope, is that when you open the door and see the unknown,
you will not turn around and go back and sit on the couch of complacency,
a static spot you think is Knowing-ness, and comfort and security,
the couch you will die on much sooner than you think.
Rise! Pack your canteen of wisdom you can drink from until emptied.
This next death you will not fear.
Even a particle of fear within you will not allow you to pass
into the Pure Light of your true Divinity.
This morning, I could not face thoughts and words,
waking up cuddled in my blanket of Oneness.
And I cannot face them, still.

It is not that I mistrust them,
they are only a tool for the mind.
It's the mind I mistrust.
Yes, friend, I most mistrust the ploys of my own mind,
which tries to call me out of Oneness
with reason, and forgive me, logic.
For beyond all THIS thought
is the simple girl I treasure,
who wanders in the fields picking flowers
and watches tadpoles in the stream.
This is the girl I hope you treasure, too.
These are the fields to which I hope you are called.

TIDBITS ON REALITY AND MYSTERY

There are always many ways to look at things. We choose our beliefs and perceptions or are handed them by others, and they are always in flux. All views of reality have merit and purpose, and are part of the creativity and fun of the Game of Life.

We try to tie these all together in a package and make them One, a collective overview… a bundle of the ALL. But they will never be the ALL! As consciousness expands we will have to keep untying the box and putting more views inside and tying it back up. And all the while, Reality is going on outside the box much greater than inside.

I see the beauty in this impermanence. It is mystery, which the soul craves. It’s like the person who wants to know wilderness exists, even though he doesn’t gather his gear and go explore it; his heart feels better knowing wilderness is “out there.”

If the universe truly runs on mathematical principles, and I agree love and harmony are vibrations, and metaphysicians’ contention that one aspect of “God” is principle, there are still many adjoining aspects of creative life beyond structure, and in fact beyond thought and words.

Thus, our ultimate knowingness is a humble un-knowingness, and accepting in awe the Magic of Reality. Our child-like nature, Garden of Eden mentality or virginal mind is re-instated; we become more than a manifestor on a level of visible matter, but dwell in the heart of the Creator of pure Consciousness, by our relinquishment of all that we thought we knew.

*****

Knowingness is being inside looking out. And as your life unfolds, you emerge… propel… evolve… and bring the inside out. But you remember and retain that connection, and can describe its process, and trace your way back.

*****

The knowingness doesn’t know that it knows, it is not aware of Itself, but exists before definition. It has innocence. It asks for surprises like a kid at a birthday party. First Cause wanted to have the opportunity to respond, so it pushed the “surprise me” button.

So here you have us! Divine mind, on a rampage of living wild!

*****

A position of knowingness- is there are many views of reality hanging together on the Xmas tree like baubles; but that tree in the background is there upon which they shine and glitter. Yet, if we try to define the tree we reduce it to a holder of ornamental thought.

*****

That Ultimate Reality has more sides and layers and depth and dimensions than we can imagine, allows IT to seem a mystery. By residing in this eternal nature, this Mystery, a highly evolved consciousness would know of It. Standing in this knowingness is simply being connected to All That Is!

*****

I have the deepest respect for mathematics; it is the yang foundation of the galaxies.
But I prefer the yin of quantum physics!
I look at the patterns within the patterns and see the randomness dancing there.
This is how evolution gets happening! Making endless adjustments, one quirk at a time.

*****

I need no thoughts and words for “knowing;” I know best in the stillness. But it’s OK to have an inquisitive intellect and want such contraptions as thoughts and words.

Just now, I’m listening to the birds in the fields. I was going to count how many different sounds there are and notice their distinctness, but I decided to hear and feel it all as one symphony.

That’s music!

*****

IN BIRTH

As you know, a mother cannot give up in her final contractions of birthing a child,
though it may seem she is in the arms of a grizzly bear…
teaching it to dance.

This morning, I am being squeezed out the door into my new life.
I breathe into the physical symptoms to release all fear, to relax.
I am giving birth this morning, and I am also… in the birth canal.
The dawn looks different. There are no shadows, no contrast of light and dark in here,
yet I feel surrounded in visceral sticky golden light.

I am turning the inside out,
twisting the cloth of me to wring every ounce of old stale fluid out,
to allow the essence of New Life to imbue me with pure sweetness.

Most Beloved.

Will you not let us hold the door open as long as possible?
And empower our invocations of intention to open hearts and attune them to harmony, before we go?
I want to look back through the glass doors and see happiness and a Golden Age, not confusion.
Light and clarity and smiling peaceful faces.
Can I only be happy when others are happy? This is my mother nurture-nature.
I feel you also want me to be happy.

And there will come a time when I will take you up on that.
Just don’t let me miss the boat!
I may want to give the ALL that I AM, if only it would help.
And if I try with every ounce of my strength, you may have to carry me onboard,
as I become the Ark of the Covenant,
God’s presence and power among them.

But hurry. I can hardly stand it sometimes, as the pounding sea is calling me home,
unto you.

TOUCHING THE HEM OF GOD

When she touched the hem of God, they said: “Give her some space, give her freedom.”
But she got lost, and didn’t remember the way home.
It was reported, she had forgotten who she was,
and went wandering on a walkabout to many places.

They say, she never owned a car or house again, or a group, or some one to claim her.
When she disappeared, as if into thin air, there were many ideas to where she had gone.
Much speculation to who she had become.
All that remained of her, all that was noticed,
were patches of wild flowers that grew everywhere she paused to rest or sleep.

She left a journal with some kind soul along the way, found years later, and it began:
“Who I Am? Does not matter anymore. Who I am become?
Merely a flower in your golden hair, once again…”

THE PRISTINE FIELD

I am called to the Pristine Field,
and to gather those
that when I look into their eyes
I see the movement of galaxies
where the eyes used to be;
just glimpses, before they return to
ordinary eyes and lives.
I am vibrating very high now in consciousness,
thoughts and words spin off
and have nowhere to land.
I need do nothing to go there.
Simply close my eyes,
feel my innermost nature…
It is pristine and untainted
like a field of waving wildflowers
that beacon, “Come!”
Only a deep abiding Peace is there.
And I lay down to rest.

THE VOICE SAID:”HOW MUCH ONENESS CAN YOU HANDLE?”

Why are you trying to return to me?
I have not gone anywhere.
You are trying to be one with me. Why?
You do not need to reach out to feel a oneness, to get a oneness feeling.

Do you not know?
I am reaching for you,
I am ready to hold you…
if you will just fall into my arms.
My Oneness has been reaching towards you with such power,
if you relax,
I will almost knock you over with Oneness.

Oneness is yours, as are the higher dimensions and light realms.
Just relax, deeply relax, into the Knowing.
We have always been One.
Give up your striving.
I Am your breath and your life. Your consciousness and the stillness.
The peace beyond the mind and understanding.

Do not reach out for oneness with me. Put your arms down.
Close your eyes.
In this moment, in the Presence… we are.
When you open, hold onto something.
The love of the universe will flood you!
Just relax. Be at peace. Nothing to do.
Just let me love you.

Do you not know how long I’ve waited for you to know who you are?
I will take it from here.
We are One, now.
You do not need to reach out,
you do not need to reach out for anything.
Just let me love you.

What path to take? You are on it!
Why are you trying to get something you already have? You are worried about Oneness?
How much can you receive?
Open… open …open …and relax.
You will have all the Oneness you can handle.