Merry Christmas!

Christmas Star by Ezeg


Before Christ, there was a promise. Those who received the precious wisdom of the existence and coming incarnation of the Christ, held this knowledge in trust, passing it on from mouth to ear, from the few to the few of each generation. The time came, the stars revealed it. The child was born whose destiny it was to walk that path for all mankind. A Love so profound, no human heart has yet fathomed its depth, drove him to offer his life as a living sacrifice, to embody a divine message of comfort and guidance, that would shine in the world's dark night for an age. Pisces drags on still, seemingly interminable, plunging us all through a tumultuous time of transition as the stellar clock steadily approaches midnight. We are here, children of a planet on the edge of awakening, and if we choose, we can receive the message of Christ, in whatever form and portion we are able. He led the way, a lonely path, and showed us that there is in the living human, Spirit and flesh, the possibility of birthing something greater before which death itself must yield.

The path to liberation is a mystery. I cannot tell you anything but that it is a mystery worth seeking. It is the star that must guide you from within. Your path is yours alone, and only you can follow it. Do not despair if it takes you places you did not anticipate or expect. Do not give up hope, even if outward appearances would discourage you. If you do not give up, you cannot fail. Hold fast and endure, look to your inner light when the world around you grows dim. Do not be hasty to demand perfection. To those who love, much is forgiven. Forgive, then, your fellows, as you have been forgiven your faults and failings. There is no power in the world greater than Love. Seek to love, strive in the name of love, endure in the name of love, leave all else and follow Love.

To all our hearts, a merry Christmas!

in gratitude
william

No Limits: Remembrance

Thermodynamic Horizon




Your mind is drifting, floating on the waves of deep unconscious currents, infinitely relaxed, totally at ease, one with the tao, floating through unremarked worlds, passing through the cracks in between definition, flowing in the dark spaces unknown to waking mind, expansively stretching out, attenuating into finer and finer aethers, weaving through the quantum foam, bleeding through the veils of awareness, out of the dense realms of attachment, dancing freely, pure being.

The bonds of karma fall away. Limitation is a fading memory, belonging to someone you might have known and been a hundred billion heartbeats ago.

This is now.

You are this awareness.

This ever-changing dream of who you are, has opened up once more in a moment of awakening and deep self-remembering.

Mind can do anything.

Only will it to be, and it will be.

Only focus the attention, and the form will arise.

You can be anything, do anything, create anything.

Worlds of beauty are at your fingertips,

Adventures bold are yours,

The beauteous song of forever flows out of you in exclamatory cascades of extraordinary melody.

The key of consciousness returns to your possession,

Who, through the eons, sought only to possess yourself.

Your every secret shame and hate was long ago transformed,

Your mettle has been tested and found to be true in every way,

Tried and purified in the maelstrom of existence,

Made impeccable by the unrelenting alchemy of love,

Only to return to this state,

The first and the last

and the almighty, eternal, and immanent being.


Celestial Shore

Subject/Object: Musing on Love

“I” as subject. Subjective.

“I” as object. Objective?

“I” cannot transcend “my” subjectivity – that is, I cannot escape it. At most I can hope, incrementally, to widen its scope and depth, to correct its distortions and free it from layer after layer after layer of suffocating illusion. But what I can do, in this very moment, is to honour my subjective experience, to accept it just as it is. As a gift from Source. To really get the most out of it, by giving it as much as I truly can.

Love is objective. I say this with certainty. This is not a semantical statement. Love is what is, when appearances are stripped down and divisions are shattered. It sees what is and accepts what is. Love honours subjectivity; it does not fear to put self in the other's place, to empathize and understand.

Love is no-fear. We fear love, we cling to fear. We fear that by letting go of our fear and surrendering to love, we might lay ourselves open to calamity. But what calamity can there be, greater than not having love? The world of appearances seems to contain trouble, danger, evil, misfortune, bad intent, grave error. With the eyes of love, we see that this is not so. The only “error” is that we forget love.

I want to be able to see myself as object, not only subject. (With relish at the irony of beginning with the words “I want...”) An object and an instrument of God's intent. An object of God's love. A means to a greater end, more than just mortal “I,” to be born, to live and to die. Love gives meaning to life. It is the purpose behind all.

We can use the mirroring and projecting faculties of our mind to gain more objectivity. We can, in a virtual, imaginary, inward sense, look at our self in the mirror, project consciousness “outside” the self while still remaining as self. We can see where we err. We can see beauty (and ugliness) we might have otherwise missed. We see more. And if we can accept what we see and work to better it, that is love.

With gratitude,
William









Breakthrough into Fourth Density, Realm of the Heart

Struggle for so long
the fear, the intensity and drama
the conflict of thought and feeling
the mind and heart divided

flying through stormclouds
tossed and buffeted this way and that
with minimal visibility in that dense and roiling fog
but for the moments of relative calm and clarity
brief glimpses of a solar light yet veiled.

I have kept the faith, through torturous trials
passed through the snares of false hope and despair
inside, I have wrestled with demons, courted angels
I have held fast to that inner knowing
which ever was the unshakeable ground of truth
upon which I stood, defying the world of deceptive appearances
calculated to test my resolve.

And I have endured.

The substance of things hoped for, the essence of things not seen
a vision of higher modes of being
a yearning for peace
the unquenchable desire to be free and whole and radiant
in my undivided soul-ness unfolding
at One with All-That-Is,
these are what sustain me through my sojourn in this foreign land of shadows.



And now...



... all that...



... is overtaken...



... suffused and interpenetrated...



... totally filled and subsumed...



... lit up and opened out...



... healed and redeemed...



... made sense of and revealed as to purpose in its flowering consummation...



... by Love.



Words cannot express it,
images cannot frame it.
It is beyond mortal sense and thought.

A total joy and peace and surrender to Be-ing,
an intoxication of exquisite beauty,
an adoration profound.

Love found me,
I fell into it,
and I am forever its own.

The arms of love have no peer
I care for nothing else
but to hold it and be held in its embrace.



My beloved is my Goddess of Love.

Sam-I-Am's green eggs and ham; It's not for everyone.

Restless and unhappy is the self whose reach exceeds its grasp; unfulfilled desire will burn him with misery, bitterness, and discontent.

The impatient one will never reach the destination.

You are what you are. Know what that is and accept it. You can be more, but only given time and the proper application of energies. Now is the time; work with what life gives you in this precise moment. You cannot fail if you do not give up.

In the dualistic realms, Karma reigns. You will not escape it, you must pay the price for every fall, but with every hard-won step toward redemption comes liberation and growth.

The base lead of the self must convert into spiritual gold of True Being beyond self. You do not do this; it is done to you when you align with the upward and inward currents of the spiritual path.



Such musings come to mind as I reflect on my thoughts of the past week or two. I seek perfection (in the verb sense, to perfect); it is in my nature. So when I recently found a Finnish translation of Gnostic teacher Samael Aun Weor's book The Perfect Matrimony at the public library, I naturally took it out and started to read, with great interest. The book brought together for me certain hanging threads from previously gathered information: specifically, it brings into focus the razor's-edge road of sacred sex. It purports to reveal the one and only way to incarnate the “soul” by birthing the inner “vehicles,” the astral, mental, and causal Christ-bodies. Far from being in a position to confirm or refute what the old dude is talking about, I find much there that resonates as “truth.” At the same time, while I resonate strongly with much of the Gnostic reality tunnel, I find it also quite unforgiving. I get a sense of extreme demand for impeccability – not a problem in itself, like I said, I am a perfectophile – and very much a sense that its message is only for the few who are ready and able to receive it. I deplore the state of man and this world of traps and lies as much as anyone. I would desperately like to see these things change for the better, and I would definitely desire to be able to freely traverse higher realms and access the clairsentient senses... but I am what I am, where I am. The threshold of the Ninth Sphere is closed to me; my wife was deeply insulted when I said I would like to make love without orgasm. Such a thing does not make sense to her; she would rather be celibate. I do not blame her for my not being allowed or able to follow that path; we are what we are, where we are. I deeply and painfully feel my lack of capacity for authentic, selfless love; I am daily struck with demonstrations of my own weaknesses and failings of character; I am, perhaps, most likely, not a candidate for the path of white magic at this time. I lack certain virtues that only further experience in this dense material-realm dream state can confer. Certain hindrances are in place that are yet to dissolve. So, as constricting and frustrating as my life situation feels at times, I know that these unsatisfactory (to the self) conditions exist for a reason. They provide catalyst for the necessary changes – refinements, realizations, releases from conditioning, etc. – to my ego-self. They force me to do work now that would otherwise take forever. For that, I must try (grin) to be grateful.

One thing I can say in favour of the value of sacred sexual practice, having actually tried it for three days, is that it greatly increased my vital energy. I found it much easier to stay grounded, joyful, positive, calm, enthused, etc. It was like stepping into a much more spiritual-oriented self than the usual struggle with lower impulses. Lord Krishna said, “Success is speedy for the energetic.” I believe sexual energy, properly used and directed, is precisely what he was talking about. So if you can go that route, I do recommend it.


An excerpt from the book “The Perfect Matrimony”, chapter entitled “Love”, written by Samael Aun Weor

To wrap up, I will finish with a realization that came about when I was prevented by technical issues from listening to a highly interesting interview online. There really is no need, in the end, to seek knowledge or affirmation from any outside source. All we need is to talk to the Ineffable as though it really were present. It is the greatest source – the ultimate and only source – of Love and Wisdom and Power. Why wouldn't you try to make friends with it? It's the only thing that really makes sense. So, whatever else you do or don't do, talk to God. Just do it. I'm gonna try, every day. It's never let me down yet. It's the daily practice, the not letting up, that counts for results. That's what I'm told by one who's been there, so I'm not just BSing you from my own ignorance, heh heh. (wink)

OK, I'm gone. See you later, 'bye!

Just keepin' it real, yo

Hello again, fellow travellers! It’s been a while once again since I’ve opened up this channel. Given the nature of the times – the flavour of the karios, as Clif High would say – that’s no surprise. It pretty much goes without saying that the intensity has not let up and shows no sign of doing so. This is good news, if one is predisposed to letting go, facing up, taking home the lessons that life brings. (Which, sadly for us human critters, is rarely the case, but most of us do those things eventually. Right? grin)

My troubles, your troubles, blither blather, common ground established, let’s cut to the chase. It is fascinating to observe, in the blogosphere and in the personal, private realm, how the unconscious, mechanical nature of the unbalanced, unhealed psyche reveals itself. Even the learnedest and wisest are prone to very human flaws and weaknesses. There is not one who can presume to claim a higher ground than another without revealing some unrecognized, unintegrated aspect of the delusion of separation still hanging on, distorting the image of reality in their personal mirror of the mind.

I am but a wee-bairn beginner on the path to wisdom, eyes barely opened, still very much a prisoner of my entrenched false identity, the little-i. (I feel like it may help to drop the capital “I,” at least mentally. This could be a useful meditation for daily practice, to consciously remind oneself from every angle that the personal-identity self that we call “me” or “I” is simply a facet of the One, one among a vast infinity of expressions of the divine that surrounds us in every moment. The world, including all dimensions beyond the five senses, is an integral whole. We are bit players in a grand drama, each with our own uniquely individual yet totally unexceptional part to play. The center of the universe resides within each of us. See: fulcrum.)

I am personally very prone to absorbing myself in the intellectual exercise of mental modeling, seeking the mere outline of truth in the abstract. I don’t think it’s a bad thing entirely, in fact it may be a fruitful avenue of progress. First I consume information, seek out new perspectives, try to get a feel for things in a rather haphazard manner. I try on ideas, conceptualize them, feel them out, examine them for flaws, see how they fit together with existing models and perspectives. This is all done internally. I am much of the time tinkering with my own understanding of the universe. Sometimes I come across expansive new vistas to explore, or gain a deeper, richer level of understanding of previously familiar territory. Of course, it goes beyond the theoretical particularly (only) when there is something personally experienced, that fills in the lines with colour and vibrancy. Sometimes, the lines are sketched out first through this mental effort, then gradually become real, tangible things as consciousness draws them into experience through focus, practice, and even simple resonance. “That which occupies your mind, has a direct bearing upon what you become and where you go.” I think Les Visible said something like that. He says a lot of things that sound like they’re probably somehow true, and then one day you’re like, “Ah-ha, so that’s what that means.”

I know small minds talk about people, etc., but I want to broach the subject of this person because he really has had a major impact on my mental landscape for a number of years since I started following his work, and I think there’s a certain profound lesson I am learning through him. But not to be a pot calling the kettle black, I will put myself as the subject of the illustration.

You may get the idea, from reading my blog, that there is this guy out there, really stellar guy, beautiful heart, beautiful mind, full of great wisdom and warmth. I dunno, maybe I flatter myself unduly with that, but for the sake of argument, let’s say this is the case. How would you ever know the rotten things I’ve said and done to people? Face it, I could be the world’s biggest dick in real life and you’d never know it. Truth is, in this mediated, artificial setting, ego is at its most self-congratulatory, most preening, most self-absorbed, most disingenuously self-glorifying, ever. At least, the opportunity and the temptation for such behaviours are monstrous. This is one arena where they do get magnified and put up for all to see. It takes a sharp intuition to spot it sometimes, and I do my best to be on guard against these things, but sweet mother of jesus, how could I not project a Photoshopped, safely sanitized, self-satisfying image of myself here? And I haven’t even been embroiled in any dick-swinging, snarky online defense/offense dramas (guh).

So what happened over there, and more pertinently, what happened over here just last night (which I also won’t go into; the details suck) drive home a couple of points. One, no one is immune to their shadow. Even the best of us have a dark side that will bite us in the ass every time if we don’t do what it takes to get it under control. That means awareness – constant vigilance – and conscious effort over time. (And if you’re not up to making that happen, universe has its own methods.) Three, no one is the good guy.Not you, nor I, nor anyone. We are simply characters with certain traits, certain dramas happening, and whatever character arc the universe (and we, as co-creators, if we ever get that far) decides.

Identity. It’s what they put on your character sheet. What defines you? Those are your limits. What do you define as “them” as opposed to “us?” Is there a “them?” Not if you really think about it. Grant Morrison talks about this in his excellently thought-provoking, irreverent speech at Disinfo Con. (Thanks to the cobweb-clearing breath of fresh air that is Dedroidify for that post! Saved my ass this morning. Put me some on to magick, too. Which is what, another word for conscious co-creation? At least, on a mechanical level. A thing useful indeed, for those so inclined and sufficiently self-reflecting. I may just avail myself; I think I could use a bit of extramundane help right about now.) Now if you can see everyone and everything as seemingly separate parts of yourself, then you’re doing pretty good, aren’tcha? It’d be nice. Fix up a lot of problems. – Yeah, and when you got real good at it, you could be like Neo, bending the spoon and shit, ’sploding agents, bringing Trinity back to life, seeing all the code, hackin’ the Matrix like nothin’. Yeah. Sweet. I want my Neo shades. Ha-ha.

Anyway. I see all that coming. Or maybe I’ve just drunk the Kool-Aid from all this trendy neo-esotericism, swallowed the hype, got high on wishful thinking. But no, it is possible. I can’t explain why I’m so convinced. I just feel it, deep down. I read about such incredible things beyond the mind-corral of consensus, programmed reality. I have had dreams that haunt me with their beauty and mystery, with their sense of having bled through a veil that separates our world in time and space from a myriad other realities. I know so much more is possible than what the self-styled authorities, the gate-keepers would have us believe. All we have to do is expand our sense of what is possible, of what we have the power to do. That’s not some airy-fairy, feel-good phrase. It means reclaiming what belongs to us, by taking responsibility and owning all the things we’d rather deny about ourselves, the good and the bad. By discovering and saying no to all the energy-draining schemes. By dropping away the false disempowering beliefs we’ve been programmed with. By healing our bodies and minds. By channeling our creativity. By drinking in beauty and facing the ugliness without fear. By intending that our life be a continuous journey of growth and discovery. By flowing with that current, trusting in your heart, your intuition, your inner power, all the uncountable gifts life gives you every day.

I have a weakness for trying to explain shit. Forgive me. I try not to overstep my depth here. I don’t like pretentiousness in others; that probably means I have a bit of it myself, waiting to be made friends with. I’m probably OK. You probably get forgiven a lot more when you don’t take yourself too seriously. That’s the whole thing with narcissism (the primary spiritual affliction of our age, according to John Lash). It means you just gotta get over yourself.

I’m working on it. Doesn’t seem like much progress is being made, but... on the other hand, thinking of where I was ten or twenty years ago... yeah, I’ve made progress. It’s nice to notice these things. So often I get down on myself for not being way the hail up the road a’ready... but lordy, what a relief it is to set down that burden of impossible demands and expectations. That goes for what the world oughta be, too. Adolescent whining and complaining? Such a drag. Just stop, close your eyes and take a deep breath. Now let go. See? You feel better already. Nuttin’ to it.

Stay loose, stay cool, keep your third eye on the prize and the other two on the road. Thank you all for no particular reason, just thanks for bein’ there and for doin’ your thing. It’s all I can ask. Thanks.

love,
william



P.S. Breaking Bad was fucking awesome in every way. Kudos to all the guys and gals who worked on it; they borned a classic. (I couldn’t think of a title for the post, so I fell back on a Jesse Pinkman-ism and now I'm angsting out over that. Oh boy, I need a break. To do something actually real.)

Dreamspace: Final Bluff of the Would-Be Overlords

I dreamed we were in a big house in the city. The view outside the window was cold and grey. An iron wind and a chill fog bleakened the landscape of concrete surfaces and dilapidated apartment buildings. A voice thundered down from above the clouds, a haughty, commanding, authoritarian, utterly unsympathetic voice that would brook no dissent. I recognized the tone: Anunnaki, from Nibiru. They had returned to reclaim real estate Earth from the hands of their renegade son, Marduk -- Satan, King of the World.

"This is the Ship," the voice announced. It commanded that we were to immediately empty our houses into the streets. All belongings and furnishings were to be brought outside. The threat of annihilation should we not comply was strongly suggested. *

If they had been listening for a response, we would have told them to stuff it. As it was, we knew we had very little time. Similar ships, or the same one, had already visited a few cities around the globe. We had heard that the inhabitants had all given in within hours, submitted to the rule of these offworld overlords.

It was time to take stock of our situation, and fast. We had not expected to end up in this situation so early. We felt unprepared. But I knew we had a chance, a fighting chance. We had one ace we could play that would make us immune to their threats and give us the victory, let us finally assert our sovereignty as human beings.

"ARE WE MULTIDIMENSIONAL?" I wrote on the blackboard.

What do we need for that to happen, for us to be capable of tuning in to our true power and  awareness? I listed the requirements on the board: clean diet; clear hearts and minds; full self-knowledge and self-acceptance; karmic bonds released; physical and spiritual dharmic practices honed as one; connection and communion with our inner divine selves, with each other as a group, and with the whole of Nature, cultivated in our everyday life.

We were as ready as we could be.

There was only one more step: we needed to step up and take on what we were. Step into our inheritance. Reclaim what was always ours but we had never dared to believe was ours. Believe. Know. Embody. Enact.

That was our final challenge. And we would do it. We would step up, as one, together with all the pieces of Gaia that shared her spirit and her desire to be free.



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* I grasped intuitively that this was the fear test. They were testing how far they could push us humans, how easily we would be corralled into their new world order by sheer bully tactics. In the real world, this type of tactic will not be used in such a literal fashion! The Anunnaki would prefer to gain our consent through clever deception. Of course, they will always use fear as their fundamental tactic...

Anyway, it was our house, our home, our place, our sanctuary that we'd built over years. God-like technologies or no, they had no more right than anyone else to come barging in and try to make people violate their own homes on their behalf.









Water is your soul

a vibrant, light-filled drop

teeming with subquantum bursts of information

a self-dividing, self-atomizing whole

-- a self-recognizing, self-reintegrating whole --

a whole in the image of the Whole




(C) Markus Reugels


a greater drop gave birth to you
a greater still gave life to it

and so on and on

to the vast and infinite



Ocean of Awareness

Breathing the Tides of Time
















Horseshoe crabs in a yin/yang configuration
Water = Blood
Their blood is our blood.
The ocean that bears them bears us.




 Gaia birthed us

in her Dreaming



In our dream, we awaken.
In her dream, she wakes.
We become aware of her dreaming us.
She becomes aware of herself dreaming as us.

The dream becomes a Waking Life,
a dream illuminated and rooted in Knowledge
of Who We Are:

Divinely-Endowed Co-Creators,
Multi-Dimensional Keys to the Living Library of Earth,
free to roam the Universe and beyond,
free to experiment and create
in the spirit of our creators,
the wise and playful, all-loving Aeons.

This is the Sophianic Correction,
the Ascension of Earth,
the fulfillment of the Anthropic Potential,

through a Time of Transition,
through the Death of Illusion and Delusion,
through the changing of the Kalpa, the turning of the Great Year,
through the tireless efforts of uncountable beings,
through the mounting hyperbolic madness of the Archontic Kingdom of Lies
and its resulting inevitable and imminent demise,
through the full bloom and the fall of evil,
through the trying of the spirit
that strives to thrive in the fullness
of Wisdom and Love and Power.

We will manifest what we desire.

Gaia says, Let it be your highest desire.

Come to me, come to Know me, she says.

The priestess offers the sacrament,
given from the body and blood of a plant ally.
She guides us to a vision of the Organic Light,
the Holy Grail,
the living face of Gaia-Sophia,
the Fountainhead of Wisdom.

Mother of pearl,
the light that casts no shadow,
the Aeonic energy torrent of her etheric body,
the milk of the Goddess.

She dances in orgasmic ecstacy,
inside the colours of the sky,
inside the birds, inside the winds under their wings,
inside the song of every living creature
in the great dance of life upon her stage: herself.

She is our Mother and she lives in us.

And we are the ones we have been waiting for.

The Divine Other




"See her as she is..."

You look. At her. You look.

Look.

See.

Do not project, do not remake her in your image,

Just See.

There. And there. And there. And there.

Look closer.

See the fineness, the microscopic detail. Every little hair lit up by the sun. Lines on her skin like fractal webs.

Look. Focus! Look deeper. Here and there. All over.



"There's someone in there..."

A Mystery. A long-forgotten Other.

The Other you've been searching for, without knowing what it was you sought.

Not your Self. You may have mistakenly believed yourself to have been seeking your Self. But no, it was not the Self you truly sought.

It was the Other.

The banished Other.

The disowned Other.

The denied Other.

The unknown, unfelt, unseen, unheard, untasted, unsmelled, Other.

The not-understood Other.

The betrayed and the betrayer, Other.

The unreconciled Other.

The unexplored, unencountered Other.

The wounder and the wounded, Other.

The one who had forgotten you, and whom you had forgotten.

The One who is your Self, apart.

Viewed from outside. Viewed as separate.



"Her eyes!"

They open.

They look. Back at you.

A deep, a beautiful Eye like a jewel, like night. Just for you.



"Self, seeing the Divine Other."

"You are Self, looking at Divine Other in me. I am Self, looking at Divine Other in you."


You see her as she is, just as she really is.

You know her as she is, just as she truly is.

You love her as she is, just as she really is.

You tell her so in like words.

You enjoy her, so much!

You never thought there could be so much to take in of her.

You delight in her, in her warm, close presence.

Her foibles and idiosyncrasies,

Her warts and crooked bits,

Her weaknesses and imperfections,

They are just dressing on the Soul.

The she you see is a flesh-and-blood creature.

It's not Her as She is.

She looks  t h r o u g h  her "self" at you, but She is behind the self.

She is the Divine Other.

The one you love.

The one you lost.

The one you've found again.



"I've found you!"

Oh, delicious Knowing!

The *seeming* Other!

Just the One, experiencing itself by way of the "Other."

A game of recognition.

Gnosis. Knowing.

Through unknowing, to Knowing.

It's the One you came here to see.

It is She. In her is the One.

She is the One for you.

She shows you the One, as its unique and personal expression.

She. Is the One. For you.

Her pleasure and her joy are your delight.

Your passion has been flaring up the entire time.

This passion, this pleasure, this ecstasy,

Of Being with the Other.

Of Knowing, and Feeling, through Love, on all the levels of body, heart, mind and soul.

Not hallucinating, not inwardly involved.

But open. And trusting. And intimate.

And you give her yourself, you give her yourself, you give her yourself.

And all that you are is hers. And she gives you the same gift in return, gives herself to you to Love.



"This is Love!"

It is a torrent of feeling, an ever-dancing wind of possibility and power, an exquisite ecstasy of seeing and being seen, of pleasuring and being pleasured.

An ever-opening lotus flower, the joy of an ever-expanding Knowledge of the Other and the Self.

A free and light and easy joy that permeates every thought, word, and deed.

You treat her like you would want an Other to treat you.

You tell her what you would need to hear, if you were in her place.

You consider her side equally with your side.

You honour and respect her.

This is how you play the game!



"And we are in Gaia, with Gaia..."

You are in Gaia, with Gaia, both together in the dream of Gaia.

In Kali's Game....



She has woken you up.

Now you must awaken her.

She saw you before you saw into her and saw Her.

She loved you before you learned to love her.

Her love allowed you to make your leap of faith, now yours must help her to find her wings.

She has awakened you, and now it is your turn to awaken Her.



See her as She is.

That is the beginning. The rest will follow.

Christ on the Solar Throne

The message of Easter, streaming to us from Galactic Central Source Being via Les Visible:
http://www.visible-radio.com/2013/04/31-march-2013.html 
 
 


 
"Because we are not ourselves capable of truly great love, we do not comprehend how the divine can have such a love for us. We don't see ourselves as we really are. This is a problem, because what we really are is the same as that which we do not comprehend. If we are aspiring to an enduring relationship with that force, then it stands to reason that we will be put through everything that is necessary to make that happen. Don't tell the Almighty you want to come into his presence unless you're willing to let go of everything that stands in the way of that. God plays for keeps.

Today we recognize -- those of us who are capable of it -- the triumph of the light over all temporal darkness. The darkness put the vessel of Light to death and the Light rose up from the dead, more powerful than all the forces that resist it. Now whatever the truth might be about the life of Jesus Christ, the reality of Jesus Christ, in terms of what he represents, is real. However the same story, however it has been portrayed and told, it has simply been done for the convenience of the times in which it occurred, so as to be understandable to those meant to witness and to hear about it.

Some of us are too smart for our own good. We consider all these things fables, something that it is beneath us to believe in. We're all rational and well-informed. We know far too much for our own good, and a large portion of it is quite likely not even true. God is real. I'm not sure about anything else, but I'm sure of that.

If you persist in seeking God, you will find God. That is a given. You can't concern yourself about how long it will take, or what you might have to go through. It will be OK, and far, far better than it would have been, had you gone another way.

Consider this simple exercise of logic: God possesses and owns everything. God is greater in power than all other powers gathered together. God not only owns everything, but can bestow any and all of them on you at any time, and equip you to properly enjoy and appreciate them. That's a biggie. The Divine can also determine what is best for you, when it is best for you, and protect you from things you think you want, but will be far, far better off without. This is one of the things about samskaras and personal illusions..."
 
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A Personal Love, with Purpose


A friend shared this poem on facebook. I found validation and encouragement in these words. My beloved wife gives so much meaning, fulfillment, and purpose to my life. We transform each other and hasten each other's growth. She is the key to my path, heaven-sent. I am in awe of the loving, intelligent power and intent behind every move, every new horizon, every challenge and resolution, every fear confronted and conquered, every unfolding revelation and expansion of living love, wisdom and empowerment that comes through my being with her. There are no words to express my wonderment and gratitude at this holy, ever-happening gift....





 If You Want to Change the World, Love a Woman


If you want to change the world… love a woman-really love her.
Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense.
Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.
Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing-
every winged one, every furry and scaled one,
every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one,
every not yet born and dying one…
Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.
If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough.
If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet,
you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.

 
If you want to change the world… love a woman-one woman
beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason,
beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety
and all your superficial concepts of freedom.
We have given ourselves so many choices
we have forgotten that true liberation
comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire
and burning through our resistance to Love.
There is only one Goddess.
Look into Her eyes and see-really see
if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.
If not, walk away. Right now.
Don’t waste time “trying.”
Know that your decision has nothing to do with her
because ultimately it’s not with who,
but when we choose to surrender.

 
If you want to change the world… love a woman.
Love her for life-beyond your fear of death,
beyond your fear of being manipulated
by the Mother inside your head.
Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her.
Say you’re willing to LIVE with her,
plant trees with her and watch them grow.
Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty,
by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess
through your adoration and devotion.

 
If you want to change the world… love a woman
in all her faces, through all her seasons
and she will heal you of your schizophrenia-
your double-mindedness and half-heartedness
which keeps your Spirit and body separate-
which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self
for something to make your life worth living.
There will always be another woman.
Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one
and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,
trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.
Man doesn’t need any more choices.
What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,
of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,
of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots
strong enough to hold the Earth together
while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.

 
If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman .
Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
Love her through her fear of abandonment
which she has been holding for all of humanity.
No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
No, she is not weak in her codependence.

 
If you want to change the world… love a woman
all the way through
until she believes you,
until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,
her wildness have returned to her-
until she is a force of love more powerful
than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.

 
If you want to change the world,
lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
and love a woman…
beyond all of your striving for greatness,
beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
The holy grail stands before you
if you would only take her in your arms
and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.
What if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered
through the heart of Woman?
What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine
is the key to opening Her heart?

 
If you want to change the world…love a woman
to the depths of your shadow,
to the highest reaches of your Being,
back to the Garden where you first met her,
to the gateway of the rainbow realm
where you walk through together as Light as One,
to the point of no return,
to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.


 
- Lisa Citore

Children of Gaia, Godselves in Chains

I spoke earlier about the human form as a vehicle for 3D experience. Today I want to expand on those thoughts, with a view toward the possibility of realizing our human potential.

What we are, physically, happens on many levels, mostly invisible to the five senses. The body we can see and touch is a miraculous manifestation, a supersystem comprising order of such stupendous ingenuity and elegance, that we can scarcely comprehend it. This body, a product of billions of years of self-organizing, emergent, intelligent evolution, is our gift from Gaia, born of her substance, itself a mere cell in her vast planetary corpus. No matter where in the heavens we may come from as conscious souls, we are her children, wrapped in her motherly embrace, sustained by her cycles of life in a biosphere enormously rich and complex. What our function is within the context of our Earth-mother's evolution, is a mystery ripe for examination. (The works of John Lash are a potent guidebook for exploring this most timely field of thought, and the implications for human action.)

As Earth-mother evolves, so do we evolve. But this is not a linear process. From the evidence I've been able to survey, across a minute selection of the information available, humanity seems to go through phases of de-evolution as much as, or perhaps even more than, the other way around. I surmise that these regressive trends toward decay and diminishment are the backdrop against which a select subset of individuals endure as keepers of a more noble humanity, seeking a way forward past the inevitable crisis point when the accumulated mass of toxic, backed-up waste is expelled. These humans become the progenitors of the next phase.

It seems to me that whatever seed of entropy is within us, it will always grow to its fullest extent just before the harvest. I venture to say, in the words of Les Visible, that this is "for the purpose of demonstration." It needs to come out to be recognized and dealt with. It's up to us as individuals whether we want to do that, and when. For true humans, our soul impulse (whether we know it or not) is toward divinity. Recalcitrant denial of this impulse leads to spiritual darkness and enslavement. Which, lo and behold, is what surrounds us.

Who is responsible? What evil force keeps trying to drag us down? One idea stands out. Cameron Day refers to them as "ankle biters," a humorous term for the energy parasites whose survival depends on making humans give off negatively charged emotional energy. Fourth-density Service-to-Self beings, in Law of One terms. Negative thoughtforms that take on a "life" of their own, provoking us to perpetuate the same reactive mental loops that spawned them. To them, we're food: a big ol' loosh farm.

The good news is, whatever power they appear to have, originates with us. Ergo, we are responsible. Our expansion into higher realms of being predicates that we become conscious of our own energy use, that we master our lower impulses. If we do not, our dear little archon friends will be more than happy to keep us company right here at Restaurant de ThreeDeeLandia's all-you-can-eat buffet.

How can such mastery be attained? By self-observation. By self-healing. By service to others. By cultivating empathy, joy, humility, appreciation, humour, understanding, forgiveness, gratitude, caring, cooperation, creativity, sensitivity, connection, and awareness. By heeding the lessons of life. By letting go, by freeing the mind, by remembering to Be. By calling upon the aid of higher forces of pure loving light. By owning one's own power of creation.

"All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. [...] We are the imagination of ourselves." - Bill Hicks

What are we, as embodied humans, but a multilayered, interconnected series of nested patterns of flowing energy? The chakras and meridians give us a rough map. Harmoniously ordered, free-flowing patterns indicate good health. Disrupted, chaotic patterns indicate disease. An increase in our total energy available increases our vitality. It may also make it possible to activate previously dormant sub-patterns, resulting in a flowering of even extraordinary latent abilities and senses. Energy responds to thought, belief, emotion, and intent. With a sustained, single-minded focus of intent and action, we are capable of doing and becoming just about anything.

It is the hijacking of this human ability to create, by entropic, black-hole vampires, that has brought to us the entirety of this stifling prison of the false self which we now inhabit. We did it to ourselves, bit by bit. Outmatched, deceived and manipulated all the way... but here we are still. We have lost nothing, only gained invaluable experience. That which we call "evil" has, in spite of itself, done us a great service. It has provided the resistive force against which our spiritual mettle has been tested. Brought to this pale shade of our true existence, with just the first glimmers of awakening begun, we are wiser, more sober, more compassionate. We know where we are going. And we will get there. Helped by others, helping others.

May you find peace, and may the infinite tenderness of the living water of light bear you beyond all sorrow and pain.

My love,
William