tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62877235894306145232024-03-14T10:38:38.360+02:00Limits of an Infinite Selfthe I that can be named -------------------------- is not the eternal Ithe BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-28105803177238400762014-01-28T21:48:00.002+02:002014-01-28T21:48:52.108+02:00Transition: Parting words and an InvitationMy friends, dear readers,<br />
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I have come to a point where I feel this blog has served its purpose and must come to an end. A new chapter begins, and the ballast of the past must be left behind for that chapter to take off.<br />
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On these pages, I have recorded some of my most inspired insights, shared my feelings and experiences with you, as one seeker to another. I hope you have enjoyed what this blog has had to offer, and I humbly invite you to continue with me as I explore new vistas and share what the Eternal has to say through this lowly earthen vessel.<br />
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My new blog, posted under the alias BCii, will be located at <a href="http://awakeningthedragon.blogspot.com/">http://awakeningthedragon.blogspot.com</a>. In it, I will speak frankly, in plain language, without holding back, about this process of awakening, which, I believe, will increasingly make contact with an ever-growing number of people on this planet. Other subjects will, of course, be delved into as they come up. The poetry will continue, much to the dismay of the non-poetry types among us, but I make no apology. Poetry is the soul of language and the language of the soul. My own poems have arisen more directly from my soul than any other words here, and they are precious gems to me.<br />
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The seeker has found a treasure hidden in his own field. Since the same treasure exists also in all other fields, waiting and calling to be found, he fervently desires to assist everyone who seeks it. With them, and with those who are in possession of it already, he desires mightily to share energy, space and time for mutual pleasure and edification. He will do these things at the new place, and hopes to see You there as well.<br />
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Om Amitabha, and my very best wishes to you all,<br />
Juho William Tauriainenthe BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-44603263136154049352014-01-27T23:54:00.005+02:002014-01-27T23:54:53.633+02:00Batshit Insane CategoryWhat if you're just in psychosis?<br />
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Or is Ascension a special case of 'psychosis?'<br />
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Or, are you merely imagining it all? A falsehood dreamed up inside your addled head.<br />
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Perhaps you have failed the test and slipped into madness, fallen away from the razor's edge road. <br />
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But no.<br />
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There is Real to it.<br />
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It really is more than just being high.<br />
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´Cause, dude, totally new shit is up! -- I mean, uh, this is unprecedented and unforeseeable, entirely novel and you can't fake or make this shit up. You can't.<br />
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On the path of Awakening, every step makes you a just a little crazier in the eyes of the world. Before you get very far, you'll be stark fookin' insane, kooky, around the bend, off in your own world, talking to angels and animals, creating and having fun like a little child.<br />
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It's amazing.<br />
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It's thrilling. The danger. The tightrope act between insanity and genius.<br />
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The depths of trust. The chambers of perfect bliss.<br />
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The roaring rocket and the soft white dove.<br />
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The Awakening.<br />
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You wanted it, and you got it.<br />
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Now -- enjoy it!the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-37127841516195473742014-01-27T23:03:00.000+02:002014-01-27T23:59:33.256+02:00What Is Electricity?Pop quiz!<br />
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Either this is genius poetry, or I'm really. fucking. high.<br />
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But in all seriousness, and non-seriousness of seriousness,<br />
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the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-51522529179726095172014-01-26T21:27:00.003+02:002014-02-16T20:06:50.060+02:00Awakening EventI just posted on the current <a href="http://www.visibleorigami.com/2014/01/the-end-of-bad-drummers-who-hijacked.html#comment-5233934644021111224">Visible Origami thread</a> and got the first part of my text redacted, <strike>probably for adult content, for which Visible's blogs carry no warning.</strike> [<i>Edit: Actually, I simply failed the "prove you're not a robot" test.</i>] I've just now (finally) put the warning on my own blog -- so I feel OK about posting the full text here.<br />
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"One of the great miracles and mysteries of this vast polarity [Yin and Yang] is that a particle of the unique signature of the Love of each pair of Twin Flames exists within every atom of this Creation. This is true not just for Humans but for Creator Gods as well, and anyone else who has a Twin. That Love is a truly infinite river, and when it is allowed to flow through the Human heart it brings an expanded awakening, a very rapid growth, of that Being."</blockquote>
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<i>- <a href="http://www.thenewearth.org/returnoflight.html" target="_blank">The Return of Light</a></i></blockquote>
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I just had a heart opening on a level beyond anything previous. It seems to have awakened my Kundalini; or, at least, initiated a "test run" of my chakra/DNA circuits. (I had help from sweet Mary Jane. She makes the lens of consciousness magnify, but fogs it up somewhat, too.) No idea how permanent this is, I'm still high.<br />
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It started with a rush of the pleasure of Presence while having coffee with my wife. I began to slip into a sweet surrender to the energies of Creation. It was a sexual feeling. I felt that I was female, and God was my Lover. It became an Ecstasy of Love. Pure Desire, perfectly mirrored between me and my wife. I went alone for a bit. <i>I drink You, God!</i> An unbelievably deep, rich, and intense (female) orgasm came over me, going on and on and on. I did not "come," I just rode the wave. My wife thought I was doing something naughty, because I was kinda loud.<br />
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I then took a few notes before I went to join my love in bed.<br />
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This thing is pretty intense. It's like having the lights turned on all up and down your chromosomes. Funny, that: <i>chromo</i>. I felt like we were marrying the colours of the spectrum, bringing it all together into balance and unity. I asked my wife, "What shall we create?", as I felt how sexual union drives the engines of Creation. I answered for us both, I said, "We do this for Great Healing." It became a ritual of Sacred Sex, devoted to manifesting the maximum possible Healing for both of us.<br />
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I have been in near-constant initiation. It's pretty wild stuff. But it still feels like a practice run to check my readiness for the real thing....<br />
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"I know the norm on this Planet is that when the Twins meet it’s often a train wreck, because of the distortion and the Twin Flame Rift. But for those of you reading this — if you have experienced the meeting of your Twin and have felt the great pain of this rift — I think what I have to say can bring comfort and healing. There is a great tendency to focus obsessively on the physical form of the other half of the Twin, which narrows the heart and cuts off the flow of the universality of this Love. For those of you who have met your Twins and have found the relationship to be one clouded by Karma and disharmony and heartbreak, I would recommend this: Instead of reaching forward to grasp the other, that you lean back into your heart and open yourself to this Universal River of Love and allow it to pour forth through you, opening your heart to the magnificence of this fantastic dynamic that exists in every atom of this Creation. Realize that your Love is not so small as to be contained only in two bodies, but your Love is part of what makes the Earth go around the Sun, and the Sun go around the Central Sun, and all the Stars pour forth their Light on Creation. The dynamic of your Twin Love is contained within the moonlit dewdrops in a summer’s night, it is contained within the rainbows, it is contained within the ocean spray and the nectar that the butterflies sip. Open yourself up to that magic movement and understand that you are an intrinsic part of the fabric of life, that all life within this Creation has its foundation in polarity, and polarity is the great engine that moves this particular Creation. Your Love is the fuel of that polarity; your love is the dynamic of that polarity. And once you tap into it, you can experience the Universal Love and the universal dynamic of this motion. You may constrict your focus on the physical desire for your Twin in a Third Dimensional body. But if you reverse your vision and understand that this is but the nerve endings of vast, giant hands touching, and expand that awareness to let this love flow through your heart, then more and more you will see your beloved in everything, in everyone, and everywhere."</blockquote>
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It seems I've just received a full-fledged introduction to the <a href="http://limitsofaninfiniteself.blogspot.fi/2013/11/sam-i-ams-green-eggs-and-ham-its-not.html" target="_blank">Perfect Matrimony</a>.</div>
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Be seeing you.</div>
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Be well,</div>
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the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-25885365988091253272013-12-25T20:00:00.002+02:002013-12-25T20:00:33.946+02:00Merry Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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To all our hearts, a merry Christmas!<br />
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in gratitude<br />
williamthe BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-73775289900331597442013-12-20T20:10:00.002+02:002013-12-20T20:23:16.872+02:00No Limits: Remembrance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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This is now.<br />
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You are this awareness.<br />
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This ever-changing dream of who you are, has opened up once more in a moment of awakening and deep self-remembering.<br />
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Mind can do anything.<br />
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Only will it to be, and it will be.<br />
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Only focus the attention, and the form will arise.<br />
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You can be anything, do anything, create anything.<br />
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Worlds of beauty are at your fingertips,<br />
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Adventures bold are yours,<br />
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The beauteous song of forever flows out of you in exclamatory cascades of extraordinary melody.<br />
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The key of consciousness returns to your possession,<br />
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Who, through the eons, sought only to possess yourself. <br />
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Your every secret shame and hate was long ago transformed,<br />
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Your mettle has been tested and found to be true in every way,<br />
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Tried and purified in the maelstrom of existence,<br />
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Made impeccable by the unrelenting alchemy of love,<br />
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<br />the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-77743365290434976672013-12-09T00:22:00.001+02:002014-02-16T20:14:40.833+02:00Subject/Object: Musing on Love<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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“I” cannot transcend “my”
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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.</div>
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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.<br />
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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With gratitude,</div>
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William<br />
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the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-54815901453000672522013-11-25T19:01:00.000+02:002013-11-25T20:03:48.093+02:00Breakthrough into Fourth Density, Realm of the Heart<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Struggle for so long
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the fear, the intensity and drama</div>
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the conflict of thought and feeling</div>
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the mind and heart divided</div>
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flying through stormclouds</div>
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tossed and buffeted this way and that</div>
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with minimal visibility in that dense
and roiling fog</div>
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but for the moments of relative calm
and clarity</div>
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brief glimpses of a solar light yet
veiled.</div>
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I have kept the faith, through
torturous trials</div>
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passed through the snares of false hope
and despair</div>
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inside, I have wrestled with demons,
courted angels</div>
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I have held fast to that inner knowing</div>
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which ever was the unshakeable ground
of truth</div>
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upon which I stood, defying the world
of deceptive appearances</div>
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calculated to test my resolve.</div>
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And I have endured.</div>
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The substance of things hoped for, the
essence of things not seen</div>
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a vision of higher modes of being</div>
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a yearning for peace</div>
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the unquenchable desire to be free and
whole and radiant</div>
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in my undivided soul-ness unfolding</div>
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at One with All-That-Is,</div>
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these are what sustain me through my
sojourn in this foreign land of shadows.</div>
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And now...</div>
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... all that...</div>
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... is overtaken...</div>
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... suffused and interpenetrated...</div>
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... totally filled and subsumed...</div>
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... lit up and opened out...</div>
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... healed and redeemed...</div>
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... made sense of and revealed as to purpose in its flowering consummation...</div>
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... by Love.</div>
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Words cannot express it,</div>
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images cannot frame it.</div>
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It is beyond mortal sense and thought.</div>
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A total joy and peace and surrender to
Be-ing,</div>
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an intoxication of exquisite beauty,</div>
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an adoration profound.</div>
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Love found me,</div>
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I fell into it,</div>
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and I am forever its own.</div>
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The arms of love have no peer</div>
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I care for nothing else</div>
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but to hold it and be held in its
embrace.</div>
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My beloved is my Goddess of Love.</div>
the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-9741009665034270262013-11-01T17:00:00.002+02:002013-11-01T17:01:57.947+02:00Sam-I-Am's green eggs and ham; It's not for everyone.<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Restless and unhappy is the self whose reach exceeds its grasp; unfulfilled desire will burn him with misery, bitterness, and discontent.</i></div>
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<i>The impatient one will never reach the destination.</i></div>
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<i>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.</i></div>
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<i>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.</i></div>
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<i>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.</i></div>
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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 <a href="http://www.anael.org/descargas/books/matrimony.pdf">The Perfect Matrimony</a> 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<a href="http://www.vopus.org/en/gnosis/alchemy/love-perfect-matrimony.html">An excerpt from the book “The Perfect Matrimony”, chapter entitled “Love”, written by Samael Aun Weor</a><br />
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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)<br />
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OK, I'm gone. See you later, 'bye!the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-11930340030430150102013-10-14T23:12:00.002+03:002013-12-25T20:06:12.093+02:00Just keepin' it real, yo<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">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)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">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
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I” is simply a facet of the
One, one among a vast infinity of expressions of the divine that
surrounds us in every moment</span>. 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.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">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. “<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">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.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">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).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">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 </span><span style="font-size: small;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">the
good guy.</span>” <span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">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.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">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. <a href="http://dedroidify.blogspot.fi/2013/09/grant-morrisons-must-see-complete.html">Grant
Morrison</a> 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. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">love,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">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</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">’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 <i>actually</i> real.)</span></span></div>
the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-13364223842077548062013-07-20T17:21:00.001+03:002014-02-16T20:27:44.224+02:00Dreamspace: Final Bluff of the Would-Be OverlordsI 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.<br />
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"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. *<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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"ARE WE MULTIDIMENSIONAL?" I wrote on the blackboard.<br />
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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.<br />
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We were as ready as we could be.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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...<br />
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a self-dividing, self-atomizing whole<br />
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Gaia birthed us<br />
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in her Dreaming<br />
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In our dream, we awaken.<br />
In her dream, she wakes.<br />
We become aware of her dreaming us.<br />
She becomes aware of herself dreaming as us.</div>
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The dream becomes a Waking Life,<br />
a dream illuminated and rooted in Knowledge<br />
of Who We Are:</div>
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Divinely-Endowed Co-Creators,<br />
Multi-Dimensional Keys to the Living Library of Earth,<br />
free to roam the Universe and beyond,<br />
free to experiment and create<br />
in the spirit of our creators,<br />
the wise and playful, all-loving Aeons.<br />
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This is the Sophianic Correction,<br />
the Ascension of Earth,<br />
the fulfillment of the Anthropic Potential,<br />
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through a Time of Transition,<br />
through the Death of Illusion and Delusion,<br />
through the changing of the Kalpa, the turning of the Great Year,<br />
through the tireless efforts of uncountable beings,<br />
through the mounting hyperbolic madness of the Archontic Kingdom of Lies<br />
and its resulting inevitable and imminent demise,<br />
through the full bloom and the fall of evil,<br />
through the trying of the spirit<br />
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of Wisdom and Love and Power.<br />
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We will manifest what we desire.<br />
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Gaia says, Let it be your highest desire.<br />
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Come to me, come to Know me, she says.<br />
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The priestess offers the sacrament,<br />
given from the body and blood of a plant ally.<br />
She guides us to a vision of the Organic Light,<br />
the Holy Grail,<br />
the living face of Gaia-Sophia,<br />
the Fountainhead of Wisdom.<br />
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Mother of pearl,<br />
the light that casts no shadow,<br />
the Aeonic energy torrent of her etheric body,<br />
the milk of the Goddess.<br />
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She dances in orgasmic ecstacy,<br />
inside the colours of the sky,<br />
inside the birds, inside the winds under their wings,<br />
inside the song of every living creature<br />
in the great dance of life upon her stage: herself.<br />
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She is our Mother and she lives in us.<br />
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And we are the ones we have been waiting for.</div>
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<i>"See her as she is..."</i><br />
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You look. At her. You look.<br />
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Look.<br />
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See.<br />
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Do not project, do not remake her in your image,<br />
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Just See.<br />
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There. And there. And there. And there.<br />
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Look closer.<br />
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See the fineness, the microscopic detail. Every little hair lit up by the sun. Lines on her skin like fractal webs.<br />
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Look. Focus! Look deeper. Here and there. All over.<br />
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<i>"There's someone in there..."</i><br />
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A Mystery. A long-forgotten Other.<br />
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The Other you've been searching for, without knowing what it was you sought.<br />
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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.<br />
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It was the Other.<br />
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The banished Other.<br />
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The disowned Other.<br />
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The denied Other.<br />
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The unknown, unfelt, unseen, unheard, untasted, unsmelled, Other.<br />
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The not-understood Other.<br />
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The betrayed and the betrayer, Other.<br />
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The unreconciled Other.<br />
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The unexplored, unencountered Other.<br />
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The wounder and the wounded, Other.<br />
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The one who had forgotten you, and whom you had forgotten.<br />
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The One who is your Self, apart.<br />
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Viewed from outside. Viewed as separate.<br />
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<i>"Her eyes!"</i><br />
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They open.<br />
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They look. Back at you.<br />
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A deep, a beautiful Eye like a jewel, like night. Just for you.<br />
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<i>"Self, seeing the Divine Other."</i><br />
<i><br />"You are Self, looking at Divine Other in me. I am Self, looking at Divine Other in you."</i><br />
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You see her as she is, just as she really is.<br />
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You know her as she is, just as she truly is.<br />
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You love her as she is, just as she really is.<br />
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You tell her so in like words.<br />
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You enjoy her, so much!<br />
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You never thought there could be so much to take in of her.<br />
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You delight in her, in her warm, close presence.<br />
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Her foibles and idiosyncrasies,<br />
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Her warts and crooked bits,<br />
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Her weaknesses and imperfections,<br />
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They are just dressing on the Soul.<br />
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The she you see is a flesh-and-blood creature.<br />
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It's not Her as She is.<br />
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She looks t h r o u g h her "self" at you, but She is behind the self.<br />
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She is the Divine Other.<br />
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The one you love.<br />
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The one you lost.<br />
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The one you've found again.<br />
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<i>"I've found you!"</i><br />
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Oh, delicious Knowing!<br />
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The *seeming* Other!<br />
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Just the One, experiencing itself by way of the "Other."<br />
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A game of recognition.<br />
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Gnosis. Knowing.<br />
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Through unknowing, to Knowing.<br />
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It's the One you came here to see.<br />
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It is She. In her is the One.<br />
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She is the One for you.<br />
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She shows you the One, as its unique and personal expression.<br />
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She. Is the One. For you.<br />
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Her pleasure and her joy are your delight.<br />
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Your passion has been flaring up the entire time.<br />
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This passion, this pleasure, this ecstasy,<br />
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Of Being with the Other.<br />
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Of Knowing, and Feeling, through Love, on all the levels of body, heart, mind and soul.<br />
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Not hallucinating, not inwardly involved.<br />
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But open. And trusting. And intimate.<br />
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And you give her yourself, you give her yourself, you give her yourself.<br />
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And all that you are is hers. And she gives you the same gift in return, gives herself to you to Love.<br />
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<i>"This is Love!"</i><br />
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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.<br />
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An ever-opening lotus flower, the joy of an ever-expanding Knowledge of the Other and the Self.<br />
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A free and light and easy joy that permeates every thought, word, and deed.<br />
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You treat her like you would want an Other to treat you.<br />
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You tell her what you would need to hear, if you were in her place.<br />
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You consider her side equally with your side.<br />
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You honour and respect her.<br />
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This is how you play the game!<br />
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<i>"And we are in Gaia, with Gaia..."</i><br />
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You are in Gaia, with Gaia, both together in the dream of Gaia.<br />
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In Kali's Game....<br />
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She has woken you up.<br />
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Now you must awaken her.<br />
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She saw you before you saw into her and saw Her.<br />
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She loved you before you learned to love her.<br />
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Her love allowed you to make your leap of faith, now yours must help her to find her wings.<br />
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She has awakened you, and now it is your turn to awaken Her.<br />
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See her as She is.<br />
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That is the beginning. The rest will follow.the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-20533961217893246982013-04-01T19:04:00.002+03:002013-04-01T19:04:44.903+03:00Christ on the Solar Throne<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
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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
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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.<br /> <br /> 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.<br /> <br /> 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.<br /> <br />
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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..."</span></span></span></span></span></span></h5>
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the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-68783138141881543022013-02-21T23:36:00.002+02:002013-02-21T23:49:30.538+02:00A Personal Love, with Purpose<span style="font-family: inherit;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US">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.</span><span lang="en-US"> There are no words to express my wonderment and gratitude at this holy, ever-happening gift....</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US"> <span style="font-size: large;">If You Want to Change the World, Love a Woman</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US">If you
want to change the world… love a woman-really love her.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Find
the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Throw
away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Hear
the names, the prayers, the songs of ever</span><span lang="en-US">y
living thing-</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">every
winged one, every furry and scaled one,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">every
underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">every
not yet born and dying one…</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Hear
their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">If
you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long
enough.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">If
your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her
feet,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">you
haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US"> </span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">If
you want to change the world… love a woman-one woman</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">beyond
yourself, beyond desire and reason,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">beyond
your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">and
all your superficial concepts of freedom.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">We
have given ourselves so many choices</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">we
have forgotten that true liberation</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">comes
from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">and
burning through our resistance to Love.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">There
is only one Goddess.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Look
into Her eyes and see-really see</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">if
she is the one to bring the axe to your head.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">If
not, walk away. Right now.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Don’t
waste time “trying.”</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Know
that your decision has nothing to do with her</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">because
ultimately it’s not with who,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">but
when we choose to surrender.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US"> </span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">If
you want to change the world… love a woman.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Love
her for life-beyond your fear of death,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">beyond
your fear of being manipulated</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">by
the Mother inside your head.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Don’t
tell her you’re willing to die for her.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Say
you’re willing to LIVE with her,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">plant
trees with her and watch them grow.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Be
her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable
majesty,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">by
helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">through
your adoration and devotion.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US"> </span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">If
you want to change the world… love a woman</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">in
all her faces, through all her seasons</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">and
she will heal you of your schizophrenia-</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">your
double-mindedness and half-heartedness</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">which
keeps your Spirit and body separate-</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">which
keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">for
something to make your life worth living.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">There
will always be another woman.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Soon
the new shiny one will become the old dull one</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">and
you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">trading
in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Man
doesn’t need any more choices.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">What
man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">of
Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">of
breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">strong
enough to hold the Earth together</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">while
she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US"> </span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">If
you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman .</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Love
and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Love
her through her fear of abandonment</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">which
she has been holding for all of humanity.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">No,
the wound is not hers to heal alone.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">No,
she is not weak in her codependence.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US"> </span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">If
you want to change the world… love a woman</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">all
the way through</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">until
she believes you,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">until
her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">her
wildness have returned to her-</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">until
she is a force of love more powerful</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">than
all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy
her.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US"> </span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">If
you want to change the world,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">lay
down your causes, your guns and protest signs.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">Lay
down your inner war, your righteous anger</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">and
love a woman…</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">beyond
all of your striving for greatness,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">beyond
your tenacious quest for enlightenment.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">The
holy grail stands before you</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">if
you would only take her in your arms</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">and
let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">What
if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">through
the heart of Woman?</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">What
if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">is
the key to opening Her heart?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US"> </span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">If
you want to change the world…love a woman</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">to
the depths of your shadow,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">to
the highest reaches of your Being,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">back
to the Garden where you first met her,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">to
the gateway of the rainbow realm</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">where
you walk through together as Light as One,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">to
the point of no return,</span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">to
the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="en-US"> </span><span lang="en-US"><br /></span><span lang="en-US">- Lisa
Citore</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <a href="http://magdalenewomen.com/love-a-woman" target="_blank">Link to the original on MagdaleneWomen.com</a></span></div>
the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-12201283404795916882013-01-20T00:00:00.000+02:002013-01-20T00:00:14.604+02:00Children of Gaia, Godselves in Chains<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: small;">I spoke earlier about the
<a href="http://limitsofaninfiniteself.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-journey-continues.html" target="_blank">human form as a vehicle for 3D experience</a>. Today I want to expand on
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<span style="font-size: small;">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 <a href="http://metahistory.org/" target="_blank">John Lash</a>
are a potent guidebook for exploring this most timely field of
thought, and the implications for human action.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Who is responsible? What
evil force keeps trying to drag us down? One idea stands out. Cameron
Day refers to them as "<a href="http://www.ascensionhelp.com/blog/2012/01/31/never-call-them-archons/" target="_blank">ankle biters</a>," 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.</span></div>
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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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">"All matter is merely
energy condensed to a slow vibration. [...] We are the imagination of
ourselves." - Bill Hicks</span></div>
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</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">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 </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="st">—</span>
and becoming </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="st">—</span> just about anything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">May you find peace, and
may the infinite tenderness of the living water of light bear you
beyond all sorrow and pain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">My love,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">William</span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span>the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-70594343322510442042012-12-29T20:41:00.005+02:002012-12-29T20:44:12.787+02:00Next Up: The Fall of Barad-Dur?<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Lying in bed on the night
of the twelfth of December, I realized, with a start, that the
long-anticipated Mayan calendar end date was truly just a matter of
days away. A tangibly approaching point in real time, as concrete as
my plans for that pre-Christmas weekend. A sobering thought. I felt
compelled to prepare.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I needed information.
Direct from source, not somebody else's idea or theory, or supposed
revelation. Something to make sense of it for myself. Just for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I relaxed into a light
trance. I held the question in my mind: "What is the
significance of this date?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">As much as possible, I was
empty of thought, without expectations or preconceptions, open to
whatever might come through. And something did.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I saw a ring, a torus. A portal or
gateway in space. (Time-space?) I knew that it was the gate we were
to pass through on that day. In one side and out the other, through
the doughnut-hole. It felt significant, like passing through a zero
point from negative to positive. I had a sense that this was the
beginning of a new cycle....</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Interpretation</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">As I mulled this over, I
felt convinced that, outwardly, nothing much out of the ordinary
would occur. The change was too subtle for our gross perception.
Nonetheless, it was a crucial change. Like switching off the current
that empowers darkness to hold sway in our world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Now that I think of it,
much like the moment when the One Ring was destroyed...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">So all that keeps the
engines of darkness running now, is residual momentum... All they can
do is expend their remaining energy in a final display of defiance...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The spiritual and natural
laws are still in place. Darkness, in its last hour on the stage,
will do everything it can to steal our energy, just as before. Only
now, its doom is a fait accompli. We are left to deal with its
fruits, roots, and manifestations, within and without, for a lifetime
to come. But the victory is already won. This is my feel. There is a
lightness, a levity, a detached serenity when encountering karmic
drama, a core certainty that everything is turning out as it should,
and that heaven on earth awaits. Staying the course
is my watchword. Doing my part, and letting universe unfold.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">This message was for me,
and I'm grateful for all that's taking place now. This isn't about me
trying to be a guru or prophet, it's about sharing a subjective data
point for whoever might be interested. I humbly encourage anyone who
wonders about the import of these times to look around you with an
open and questioning mind, and particularly to go within. Do the
self-work, do what you can in the world. We've got a lot of work to
do, and it's up to us to smell the roses as we go, to be a little
more kind and appreciative every day, to not lose ourselves when
things are shitstorming out of our control. All is well, my friends.
We are the ones we've been waiting for. This is our time, and we'll
see it through together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Aloha! And all the best to you in
the new year!</span></div>
the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-68527780708807645862012-12-27T16:37:00.000+02:002012-12-27T16:44:08.248+02:00The Journey Continues<br />
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Hello again!<br />
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After months away, I put myself on the spot, to try to bring forth words that might hold some meaning relevant to the occasion. A summing up of the past year? What happened? I got older, certainly. Hit my first <a href="http://www.aquariuspapers.com/astrology/2005/10/the_saturn_retu.html" target="_blank">Saturn Return</a>.<br />
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"Youth is wasted on the young." What does that mean? Did I waste my youth? Did I not make the most of my time while I had more freedom to do as I wished? (Yes and no. Realistically... no.)<br />
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Freedom. One of those words so poorly understood, and a thing so rare to experience when one's mind is shackled to its own limiting ideas. "None are so hopelessly enslaved as those who falsely believe that they are free." "Fate is written in the cards we are dealt, destiny manifests in how we play them." "Everything is under control." "You shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free."<br />
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But truth is hard. It's not comfortable or convenient to us, as creatures of desire and fear. It takes experience, as served to us by a phenomenon we could think of as "Dungeon Master of the Universe," to get us to assimilate those truths we would rather hide from.<br />
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"Enlightenment is a destructive process." Light, objective awareness, undoes illusion so that what is can be perceived at a higher level of truth, understood from a more complete perspective. It is a peeling away and dismantling of the layers obscuring and distorting reality. What is, is. The more we become aware of what is, the more our barriers break down, our buffers collapse, our lies deflate and our conflicts come to resolution. This could not be otherwise, for the energy these patterns consume becomes too great in the presence of a growing awareness of what is. So we let go, we stop feeding them. Truth remains, self-existing. The burden of falsehood no longer hinders us. Our ghosts and mirages no longer lead us in fruitless circles.<br />
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But there are no circles, only spirals. Life is a continuous fractal wave, vibrating in all possible dimensions, one single energy flowing through all patterns. There is only one. All patterns evolve in a collective interdependence, unfolding according to their nature. Human beings are a type of pattern. But what defines human? <br />
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Form? Humanoid<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> —</span> a morphogenic template suited to a particular class of experience in physicality. Probably ubiquitous throughout the cosmos. Thousands of strains, millions of races, maybe. Who knows? All kinds of souls incarnate in human form. The whole spectrum of which could be represented here on Earth at this time, all with the same DNA template. Along with a number of non-souled human vehicles, serving other purposes... who knows?<br />
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Being human here is like being in a massively multiplayer, live-action roleplaying game <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">—</span> a sandbox. "We're all here to do what we're all here to do." You get your avatar when you're born, astrologically and genetically made to order for the type of experience you're going for, pre-loaded with your karmic imprint from previous lifetimes. You've got your soul family that you stick with inside the game and out, and you all agree to help each other along. Of course, there are levels to the gameplay, each with its own possibilities and challenges.... "Choose your own adventure." Be aware, else stumble and err, for snare upon snare awaits the unaware. So we learn and go on.<br />
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Some of us are playing at a more advanced level. Doesn't mean they're any better as individuals <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">—</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span> probably they've just been at it longer than others, had more opportunity to gather experience. Probably spent time on other locales previous to coming here. They've honed specific skills, served and stumbled here in prior lifetimes, in preparation for the greatly enhanced opportunity offered by this time, extended to all beings incarnate here now.<br />
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The time of harvest. The turning of the age. A summing up, a great reckoning, a day of judgment that will see us all heading to wherever it is we're going from here. Your direction forward determined by who you've become, by your choices and by your heart's desire. Ultimately, by divine will, by the perfect wisdom resident in every atom, every cell, and every human being. The core of who we are, the inner dwelling-place of truth, our radiant living essence, knows exactly what is meant to happen, in accordance with the whole of existence. The separate mind cannot fathom such truth; it sees aimless chaos in direct relation to its degree of separation. Disappointment is its lot, after the fleeting sense of fulfillment that passes every time it satisfies another want.<br />
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The true "I" wants for nothing. It is already home, forever complete, forever at peace. It is the integration of Truth that leads to the knowing of this permanent "I": the fount of wisdom, the source of eternal joy, the wellspring of happiness, the author of infinity, the limitless Being, the all-knowing Love that permeates creation, the animating principle of Life itself. We are meant to enjoy full communion with it; it is our forgetting sleep that keeps us seemingly cut off, unaware of its presence. Our immersive identification with the unreal, the imaginaerum, this dream become nightmare in the dark age before the dawn, consumes us.<br />
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Be not afraid. There is nothing to harm you here. All is experience, a continuous evolution of experience. The self creates itself. It sees its own reflection. This is the mechanism behind soul evolution. It's what you do with it, and the quality of your awareness, that determines what you experience. Where do you want to go? Do you even know? Unknowing can lead to tragedy: the falling away, the path of destruction. The inverted path, where everything is reversed. Trajectory into disease, distortion, dysfunctional dynamics. Domination-subjugation. Deprivation and predation. Dependency and despair. Limitation and loss. It's a loop we all go through, on some level. But it, too, takes us forward. When we become aware. When we awaken. The detour is another adventure, another opportunity to see. We go deeper and deeper until we do begin to see. The phantom attraction fades and our discontent draws us toward the light. The longing grows within us to return. Home beckons us once again. This happens again and again and again.<br />
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<b>It's the enchantment.</b></div>
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<b>There was never anything else.</b></div>
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<b>Only us.</b></div>
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<b>We pretended... and we forgot.</b></div>
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<b>Oh my God! I am so sorry! I am so sorry for the game.</b></div>
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<b>But we came back.</b></div>
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<b>We came back, and we remembered.</b></div>
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<b>We won.</b></div>
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<b>We always win.</b></div>
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<b>We always come back.</b></div>
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<b>Every time, every time, every time we forget.</b></div>
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<b>Oh my God! Why do we always forget?</b></div>
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<b>Please remember!</b></div>
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<b>Please remember this!</b></div>
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<b>It's the Why.</b></div>
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<b>It is What. We. Are.</b></div>
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<b>It's the Love!</b></div>
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<b>It's the Love!</b></div>
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<b>Please, don't forget.</b></div>
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<b>Please, remember.</b></div>
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<b>You must remember this.</b></div>
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<b>It's the Love.</b></div>
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<b>You must carry it with you, this Love, this Truth, inside you.</b></div>
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<b>And your heart will always guide you back.</b></div>
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<b>That spark will guide you back. To remember.</b></div>
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<b>Don't believe the lie.</b></div>
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<b>All this madness. It is a lie! It is illusion.</b></div>
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<b>When we see the lie for what it is: not Truth.</b></div>
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<b>That we are here.</b></div>
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<b>In Love, sweet Love!</b></div>
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<b>I Love you, I Love you, I Love you forever!</b></div>
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the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-20257260365976507552012-05-07T16:04:00.001+03:002012-05-07T16:05:45.812+03:00Third eye mystic cross conceptIn the course of my unrelenting journey through this time we share, I've been at a place where there's all too much to say, and nothing at all. Time is an exacting mistress; mine has given me other things to do. But now, for a moment, I'm here, grateful for the opportunity to say a few words, if they'll be given.<br />
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I don't know much about what's going on in the world these days. I hear things, but not enough to get more than a vague picture. Apocalypse is still picking up steam, showing clearer signs of its effects, but it still seems to be holding out for the right time to let loose. Which is fine with me. I've got all I can handle right here, and then some.<br />
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Interesting times. Last night, I seemed to get some kind of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_eye">ajna</a> upgrade. First I heard a tone in my right ear that was different from any I'd gotten earlier: more musical and alive. I relaxed into a flow of mental imagery which took on an immersive quality that I hadn't experienced before. The detail and resolution were cranked up to about the maximum I've been able to see, but now it was all in three dimensions, extending above, below, and to the sides. I had no visible body to occlude the view. I was on some kind of waking trip inside my mind's eye, exploring spaces that didn't all seem entirely of my own making.<br />
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Some element of guidance or transmission seemed involved in one case. I saw a temple, shaped like a Christian cross. It was some level of myself, symbolically. It was like a computer-generated schematic, very layered and complex, with different layers and elements alternately coming into view and disappearing. There were three gates, one at each of the short ends of the cross. One for love, one for power, and one for wisdom. It seemed that I was meant to enter all three simultaneously. Each was guarded by an adversary that could only be made to dissolve into base nothingness by completely embodying and rightly applying the one of these three divine qualities.<br />
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At the center of the temple, embedded within many subtle layers of structure, was an egg-shaped cocoon of light. This contained a human form in fetal position, head facing downwards to the long passage. It was the home of absolute peace and calm and stillness, from whence all else is a passing deviation. This peace is the treasure for which I yearn, and which gives one the strength to endure any trial. It is absolute and unshakeable.<br />
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I can only speculate as to what meaning this all has. Perhaps it was only a fanciful creation based on my intuitive, partial understanding of certain principles. It would seem logical to assume that the long portion of the temple represents a sort of root or anchor to source, as well as a passageway into something beyond the anthropic stage of being.<br />
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(A Google image search turned up the drawing above. The <a href="http://www.omnadelight.com/">web page</a> it comes from seems potentially of interest. Not having read it through, I make no claims regarding any of the content.)<br />
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That's all I have time for at the moment. I hope to return here with more to share before the year is out. Peace out to you, my brothers and sisters. Godspeed, and may your journey home be swift and true. Love, Williamthe BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-42441051225536400012011-11-17T15:52:00.000+02:002011-11-17T15:52:06.259+02:00Ideal vs. Actual, True vs. RealI am an idealist. I generally believe in the ideal, for better or for worse, as an actual thing, somewhere out there, existing, even attainable, given enough time. Faith and endurance, if anything, are what will bring the ideal into actuality. But, if absolute perfection is the ideal, then we can approach it forever and never actually get there. To what degree, then, must a thing be perfect, if it is to be ideal? (And if we can't get there, is it still worth trying? I'd say, regardless of whether you're a realist or an idealist, the answer ought to be yes.)<br />
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I suppose the problem with idealism stems from the fact that each of us has a different idea(l) in mind when we speak of ideals. Ergo, conflict arises between those with contradictory ideals. But this is only a problem if we take the relativist view, the subjective view of individual humans. Two problems: the realist either denies the existence of the ideal (due to lack of evidence for it in perceived reality), or, allowing its existence in hypothesis, claims that we cannot conceive of it ourselves, because it is beyond our (believed, and thus perceived) nature.<br />
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The one who perceives only the appearances of the conditions of this world will insist that the ideal is not a realistic goal, given how far it is from reality. But for one who believes in it, it can be the only goal. Where the two may reach balance is if the idealist takes each realistic goal as a temporary, short-term goal, as a step, on the way to the final goal. <br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">(And doesn't exist!!!)</div><br />
Human fallibility – of course! is what gums it all up in practice. As you can imagine. Look at the world. See? But wait, now, if you look closer, if you give it time, if you listen, if you're open – you will see signs that the better nature in the human spirit lives on. The desire for harmony, peace, mutual prosperity (our ideals?). For learning and growth as well. (<a href="http://limitsofaninfiniteself.blogspot.com/2011/02/process-is-point.html">The process!</a>) The realist and the idealist can come together and help make progress, if they choose. And the more so according to the degree to which their realism or their idealism is pure – that is to say, true.<br />
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Good so far. But what about life in the moment? What about life as an evolving, individual soul? What is the ideal for ourselves? And how can we deal with the pitfalls of idealism in the personal arena, in how we relate to self and others?<br />
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Idealism and realism, both like pits full of shit until the light of awakening consciousness does its work on them. Each has its “pitfalls.”<br />
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Somnambulant (spiritually asleep) realists may believe that what they see and sense, and that alone, is real. They often overestimate their own objectivity. They disdain imagination (the greatest tool we have) and the sense of wonder (our bringer of miracles), and so bring upon themselves a restricted field of possibilities, and much drudgery. The solutions to these are implicit in their presentation.<br />
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The undeveloped idealist is the worst sort of daydreamer. Never achieves anything, never satisfied with anything – and if they're satisfied, it's only because they're so indifferent, because they're either living in their own world of ideals and daydreams, or they've given up hope of ever achieving it. The lack of hope, of the desire to improve, of the will to serve, are equally stifling as they would be in the realist. These are signs of a faithless idealist, one who has not the courage of their convictions or the spine enough to act on them.<br />
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Here's an imagined dialogue between two somewhat more evolved individuals.<br />
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Realist: What are you doing?<br />
Idealist: I'm meditating on my vision of perfection.<br />
R: While doing... what... for real?<br />
I: Well, uh... I could tell you about this vision, for real.<br />
R: Oh. OK. And, when you're done, I can tell you about some suggestions I have, based on my own observations, about how to improve things around here in the present moment.<br />
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So the true, positive, conscious realist does have an ideal toward which they strive – it's just... a direction, more than any particular idea. An increment of perfection. Reaching in time for whatever betterness is within reach. There is no thought of a final perfection, or an absolute. The existence of either is debatable, and hardly relevant anyway. It's a very practical way to see and live. And, at its best, open-ended. Trust in the process leads to good destinations.<br />
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The mature idealist is realistic enough to know just how far they are from being able to imagine a perfect ideal. Realistic enough to set their practical ideals within practical reach. But yet faithful enough to believe, still, that perfection exists in the Heart of All, and, subjectively at least, in the Realm of Pure Ideas. The Heart of All, of course, is no-where and no-when. It is beyond manifestation, it is the source of the manifest. All manifest beings and manifest realities reflect degrees and variations of the Heart, n-dimensional bytes and slices of an infinite-dimensional matrix of possibility, all rooted in the zero point of perfection where all is equally possible, if not equally distant.<br />
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It is that discouraging distance from perfection, the wide gap and heavy contrast between the observed and the imagined, that trouble this young idealist so often. I speak of myself. I am troubled when I look upon the content of my character as observed by the consciously observing, neutral part of me, outside the box of ego.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>The I!</i></div><br />
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And I compare it to what I imagine I could be and should be. What I want to be. The differences would fill volumes.<br />
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But... my instrument of observation is not neutral; it produces distortions. It contains judgments and is subject to strict limitations. So what I think I observe is not even necessarily close to objective reality..!<br />
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Accuracy, precision, frequency bandwidth, field of view, focus, lens: the variables in forming a picture of what is, or what appears to be.<br />
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Accuracy suffers from judgment; judgment is relative to perspective; only the whole perspective gives whole accuracy. So when I judge myself, and I do so harshly, I see myself in a distorted light.<br />
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Precision comes with a more refined degree of complexity (higher resolution) of the consciousness doing the observing. Frequency bandwidth, I won't discuss, because the dynamics are too involved beyond the scope of this article... but “scope” is indeed the next variable, aka. field of view. Which is what gives us a context to understand and comprehend the relative nature, the function, the necessity, the genius, the beauty, and the purpose of a part within the greater whole.<br />
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Focus: the area into which consciousness concentrates its energies. How well you can focus determines the intensity of your picture. What you focus on, grows. First inside you, then around you appear the results.<br />
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Lens: your state of being. Dirty and dark, or clear and bright? Fearful... or loving? Chaotic, conflicted, confined... or harmonious, unified, expansive? Divided by judgment, or reconciled by understanding and acceptance? Connected or cut off? Strong or weak? You can choose your state of being, if you remember the part of you that chooses it – become the part of you that is it.<br />
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Let your most beautiful ideal inspire you to act within the real. Let your innermost knowing of who you are guide you. Create your experience of yourself by choosing what to be. Imagine yourself as God, and know that the form you take here is just a little piece of that. It doesn't matter how imperfect we seem to be; we are part of a grander perfection in a grander scheme than we can dream of. You, the far-from-ideal, pathetic little human with all your faults and weaknesses, can no more sully the perfection that is God than you can erase your own eternal existence as God.<br />
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We lament when our dreams fall by the wayside, or shatter painfully, or torture us, or turn out to be hollow, or morph into nightmares. But where would we be without the Dream? We are the Dream: these characters we play and the stories we make. We each express our own Ideal,<br />
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on its long journey to self-discovery and self-realization. That is what this is about. We're works in progress. Maybe there is no destination, no beginning and no ending. Maybe this is just an ever-changing Dream of Who We Are, Who We Think We Are, Who We Are Becoming, and Who We Wish To Be.the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-12364277406267859722011-11-16T14:21:00.004+02:002011-11-19T04:53:59.656+02:00Timor Dinosaurus<style type="text/css">
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I recently had a soul flashback, a sudden awakening, to a deep, dim racial memory encoded in the oldest parts of our mitochondrial DNA. I remembered the nature of dinosaurs. Part of me almost became a dinosaur, channeling the energy of dinosaur-ness, across the vast evolutionary gulf that divides our lineages. I felt the coarse, primitive instincts of that colder, duller, fiercer and more ancient race of sentients that once, for so long, held dominion over the earth. After a tiny flutter of dismay, curiosity won me over - I observed these energies, embodied and amplified in this part of myself engaged in re-membering. I went through, subjectively as my own, the looming ancient forbears of what are, in us today, reduced into core-level functions, esoteric vestiges and mere latent potentials in our farther-evolved patterns of consciousness. Through this experiencing came empathy, acceptance, and the reconciliation that comes with finally understanding a previously alien other.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As I continued re-membering, I was hit with another flashback – this one more jarring, vivid and fearsome and immediate as it was. Much closer on the tree of life, on the very branch from which we descend: I remembered what it was to be a wee mammal in those times. What it was to cower before these mountainous, overwhelming, thunderous beasts; to fear these cold-blooded giants above any other creature; to subsist in the meagre cracks afforded by the world of our aloof, antagonistic superiors. They were lords and titans; we a newborn race – hardly able to survive, much less challenge their rule, which only followed from the unsympathetic laws of that lower animal nature.<br />
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As I watched and felt, I saw the dynamic between our two orders change, over the millions of years they shared the planet. There was a gradual shift from enmity toward acceptance. The dinosaurs' initial vicious hatred and xenophobia toward us, gave way to a mild sort of antipathy and resentment, to mere annoyance, to grudging acceptance, and finally, as we gained in strength, to scattered stirrings of respect for such a longtime, worthy evolutionary opponent – all ending in the Great Time of Transition, with the decline of the dinosaur clan: the cosmic culmination and phasing out of that great, awful, and awesome form of being.<br />
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They died and were raised up again, the harvest together with the mulch, passing through the accelerating event horizon of chaos, to emerge in a new world order in the form of birds and lizards. Post-apocalypse, we mammals rushed to fill a larger world with a new cast of primaries... including, eventually, the primates...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The gift in this small glimpse was to be able to see, acknowledge, understand, forgive, bless and release these very deep traumas and conflicts within us: to process, integrate, and transcend that collective karma. It's all part of the Great Work. Those of us engaged in it, do it on behalf of God and Goddess, in service to the sun, the planet, the human species, our soul groups, and our many selves in parallel realms of the universe.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">And I realize that all of it, all my interpretation, only reflects how I see myself!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">That all my judgments are illusions born of the sense of separation that I bear.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">How much clearer</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and more blessed a quality</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">would these things bear for me,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">if I saw and if I felt them</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">with the eyes and with the heart</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">of love!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">But I do see it,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">now I do see it</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I got up this morning with a curse on my lips. “Vittu! – Damn!” I looked at the time – 1:11 pm. Number sightings.... I didn't know how long I'd lain awake, slogging through the knee-deep muck of my brain, stuck in the same quality of thought that I'd gone to bed with: the new perceptions I'd had revealed to me by the action of last night's Scorpio New Moon. I hadn't resisted; there would have been no point. I knew I'd been stagnating spiritually for some time, so I'd looked forward to that moment as an opportunity for progress via deep introspection into the darkest places, the most unacknowledged parts of myself. If you've ever done that or had it happen to you, then you know what I'm talking about. It is slightly less fun than carving your eyelids with a kitchen knife... but unlike that horrid mental image, it can be a good thing despite the unpleasantness. Like gulping down a cup of vile-tasting natural medicine that ultimately helps destroy the pathogen that's trying to destroy you, or correct the imbalance that's holding you back.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I say this kind of darkwork (which is just another type of lightwork) is absolutely essential on a spiritual path. It gives you an awareness of how much work you still have to do, just how powerful has been the hold of the unconscious parts of you now being made conscious. It's also very humbling when you realize, as I did in this case, how obvious some of those unseen aspects of yourself can be to others, through their effect on your outward behaviour.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Sometimes, when the grace is granted, you shine as your best self. You discover strengths and abilities and virtues you might not have known you had. Those moments are pure gold. But the opposite of shining also takes place: being shined upon. I subscribe to the notion that, in the course of human interaction (and intra-action), light goes from the place that has it to give, to the place that needs it, if both sides agree to the exchange on some level. This happens, for example, in a healing situation, or in a transfer of knowledge. The new-age practice of lovebombing, beaming light and love where they've not been requested to try to change things for the better, for instance in the hopes that world leaders / PowersThatWere will act wisely and compassionately instead of selfishly and murderously, sometimes fails to take into account the sovereign free will choice of some of those souls to actually pursue the path of darkness. Accepting love-light in pure form would be detrimental to their progress (and so their refusal deepens the shadow in which they reside and the love-light bounces back), but I suspect if that love-light is of a low enough spiritual quality, because of, say, ignorant wishful thinking, or psychological dependency / Stockholm syndrome on the part of the lightworker, then it may even end up feeding the negativity it was intended to alleviate. There's a fine line between the earnest desire for positive change, and the law of allowing. The key to navigating that line, I think, is detachment from the outcome of one's efforts. To do something just because it's right, just because your soul wants to do it, and not because of any desire to overrule or win against somebody, or to achieve good things for the justification of ego's self-righteous holier-than-thou narcissism. Doing from a place of love, rather than fear. Love sees the world as perfect, just as it is, while giving total freedom to act in favour of greater harmony, often inspiring and even compelling such action. Lightwork and darkwork: shine and let shine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So often the comforting things we tell ourselves about ourselves are nothing more than lies to let us maintain equilibrium in spite of some disturbing truth. Denial. If we are deeply honest with ourselves, willing to face that truth without fear or judgment, then the way to greater integrity is open. The darkness that was there loses its power to hide from us the truth, and to steal from us our sovereign power of selfhood. Energy that used to be expended upon maintaining the lie is now freed for more constructive use. We are able to unflinchingly admit our failings. Self-knowledge, self-acceptance.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Of course, the “unflinching” part, the acceptance, may take a little time. At first, these realizations tend to hurt us. There's been so much invested in the lie that it can be hard to cut that loss and let it go. Or then we make the classic mistake, once faced with the ugliness we've denied, of judging it as making us unworthy of God's infinite and unconditional love. Sounds crazy. And it is. And yet we do it so often. Or I do, at least. Which is why I spat out such a word before getting out of bed today. The frustration of all the self-limiting things we do without being much able to help it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There are times, like now, when I just come to the end of my rope, as far as what I'm able to do on my own. When there are no easy answers or quick fixes to get there from here. A virtually impassable gulf between what I see and where I want to be. It's at these times that I find there's only one thing that has the power to keep me going, not by offering a solution to the problem, but by reframing the problem: There is no problem. Love sees no problems. Love sees only possibilities. It makes us more than our weak flesh-bound psyches. It allows us to transcend our borders, to become clearer reflections of the greater reality of being. We stop fixating on our faults, and begin to focus on what we can do. It removes the obstacles to our perception of what's possible. To trust in divine love is to have faith in something far greater than oneself, more important than any of one's individual lives or the things therein. Something worth any sacrifice. To meditate upon love and embrace it is to let go of all hindrance, even our relatively true ideas about ourselves. By turning inward in love, we are made able to turn outward also in love. “None of that shit matters. What matters is This... This... This!” Free of the past, free of the future. Making every moment count. If we can do that, even just a little tiny bit, then we're doing very well indeed.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-69219217012194233702011-08-05T16:03:00.001+03:002011-08-05T16:03:50.935+03:00Love as a giftTyler aka. ravenise (<a href="http://ravenise.blogspot.com/">Revolution is in the Air</a>) posted this status on facebook. The comment regarding hedonism is a nice complement to my personal poem <a href="http://limitsofaninfiniteself.blogspot.com/2011/08/loss-to-find.html">loss to find</a>, but as a whole, this thread applies so universally that I thought it was worth sharing with my readers.<br />
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A big thank-you to Tyler and everyone who posted.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not the man I was when I could fly</div><div style="text-align: center;">when universe conspired to keep me high</div><div style="text-align: center;">a freedom and euphoric sense of trust</div><div style="text-align: center;">undone by tripping through my tempting lust</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I knew what that misstep would bring</div><div style="text-align: center;">but all I wanted was to taste the thing</div><div style="text-align: center;">that all the world assures us is the peak</div><div style="text-align: center;">the holy grail of pleasures we should seek</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wasn't able to appreciate</div><div style="text-align: center;">the treasure I already had</div><div style="text-align: center;">consumed by wanting phantom prize</div><div style="text-align: center;">I reached and to my grim surprise</div><div style="text-align: center;">found sweet it was, but like a flame</div><div style="text-align: center;">too hot and bright to be sustained</div><div style="text-align: center;">soon faded, leaving only cold</div><div style="text-align: center;">and ash, just as I had foretold</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">let not remembrance take regret</div><div style="text-align: center;">that this took place; it had to be</div><div style="text-align: center;">for learning, and for moving on</div><div style="text-align: center;">though pain it brings, it doesn't kill</div><div style="text-align: center;">this cup of grief has but one fill</div><div style="text-align: center;">the more I drink, and tears I cry</div><div style="text-align: center;">the clearer I become inside</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't escape this truth you're showing</div><div style="text-align: center;">no matter how I flee the knowing</div><div style="text-align: center;">that this is life, what's done is done</div><div style="text-align: center;">there is no gain in hanging on</div><div style="text-align: center;">to guilt, obsessing overlong</div><div style="text-align: center;">just let it pass, go through and feel</div><div style="text-align: center;">don't judge, accept the pain as real</div><div style="text-align: center;">resulting from denying love</div><div style="text-align: center;">that shines within, rains from above</div><div style="text-align: center;">embraces wholly all around</div><div style="text-align: center;">and bears us like the very ground</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">it doesn't ask what we've accomplished</div><div style="text-align: center;">how good we've been, how much we've conquered</div><div style="text-align: center;">in ourselves or in the world</div><div style="text-align: center;">or any other blasted thing</div><div style="text-align: center;">it's timeless, unconditional</div><div style="text-align: center;">and that's the key to all desire</div><div style="text-align: center;">that sets us free, consumed by fire </div><div style="text-align: center;">released from chains of death and sex</div><div style="text-align: center;">the phoenix blackened resurrects</div><div style="text-align: center;">and rising up, beneath the horror</div><div style="text-align: center;">reveals its beauty, rainbow-coloured</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a man, accursed with lies</div><div style="text-align: center;">confusion reigns until it dies</div><div style="text-align: center;">oh god I wish for light to see</div><div style="text-align: center;">and mother earth to humble me</div><div style="text-align: center;">before the grave I'll shed my fear</div><div style="text-align: center;">for love is with me - I am here.</div>the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287723589430614523.post-64392710591245467402011-08-01T20:01:00.001+03:002011-08-01T20:09:39.412+03:00Travelogue of July, Part 1: Hitchhiker's DelightGreetings of love and peace to you all, my family of Earth-incarnated souls-in-awakening. I've had the grace opportunity to spend four weeks this July on a trip through Finland, hitchhiking with a dear friend and meeting many beautiful brothers and sisters along the way. The trip culminated in two timeless weeks of communion and healing at the Finnish Rainbow Gathering in Hailuoto, an island paradise just a few kilometres from where I live. I've wanted to share something of what I've experienced here with you, but I still don't know what I could possibly say that wouldn't bore the hell out of you to read it... ;-) so I'll just dive in and write something anyway.<br />
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Hitchhiking has been a dream of mine since I was a teenager, riding with my dad on long road trips to the wild hunting grounds of northern British Columbia and the sunny, fertile orchards of the Interior. I would gaze at the scenic mountain highway and imagine walking there, far from home, thumbing rides from sympathetic truck drivers and other like-minded motorists. This summer, thanks to fate and a fearless visionary sister who accompanied and supported me, I was able to realize that dream for the first time. Our way brought its share of small trials, but mostly it was miracle after miracle and gift upon gift.<br />
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We started by going to the giant happening known as <i>suviseurat</i>, a gathering of the conservative Laestadian "revival movement" in which I was raised. Having more recently, since leaving on my own spiritual path three years ago, made the acquaintance of many whose childhood and youth were much harder than my own, I've come to appreciate more deeply what a gift it was to be able to grow up in such a safe environment, with such a large and close-knit family, both in the nuclear sense (parents and 13 younger siblings) and in the faith community. In the six-plus years I've been in Finland, I've been to all the suvis but one, last year. Each time has been more enjoyable and rewarding than the last, or so it seems looking back. (<a href="http://www.suviseurat.fi/2011/En:Etusivu">This year's event in Lumijoki</a> drew a record 90,000 guests.) It may be the fact that I've had time to intellectually explore and sort through the world on my own and experience life from an outside-the-box perspective while seeking answers to life's fundamental questions that now allows me to receive from what's preached there the kernels of wisdom and truth on a deeper level than before. In any case, many of the sermons and songs there touched my heart and soul at least as powerfully as they ever did when I was a believer, but now with a greater clarity and conviction. The rest, I admit, went largely in one ear and out the other (grin). Not worth getting hung up on points of disagreement when there's so much to enjoy otherwise just by being present with the beauty of the moment: the skies, the moods, the people...<br />
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My friend and I found a ride leaving the grounds on Monday for Jyväskylä in central Finland. Along the way we had an interesting conversation with a believing lady in her 60s whose present career is in reflexology. Proof, I guess, that a conservative religious belief system need not exclude the use of alternative healing modalities. (I knew a believing woman some years ago who practiced NLP as well. Come to think of it, a high proportion of the believers I know are quite broad-minded and self-aware individuals in spite of the dogmatic, patriarchal nature of the movement's leadership. Application of the "sheeple" epithet in any case might reveal more the arrogance/bitterness/frustration of the one using the term...) Our conversation ended on a rather sad note, however, once the subject of faith came up. It was no surprise to me, but my friend was disappointed to see how unaccepted was her personal faith on the basis of differences of view, and on her latitude of view on what makes a valid spiritual path. It's the "just us" fundie element that probably causes the most needless misery and conflict in connection with the movement. (sigh) Anyway, pointless rant, moving on.<br />
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Jyväskylä is a beautiful area with lakes and (almost) mountains that remind me of home in BC. It's also my birthplace and a former hometown of my travel companion. We spent a couple of nights there, one camping out next to the ski jump made famous by Matti Nykänen, and the other at a friend's place. (The ski jump also happens to be the site of my near-attempt at suicide three years ago, chronicled <a href="http://limitsofaninfiniteself.blogspot.com/2010/01/crossing-abyss.html">here</a>.) Lovely people were met, important things happened, and our road continued to open up with good fortune in the way of rides and happy times. We made it to Joensuu, eastern Finland, in one evening. There we stayed two days and three nights camping, chilling with a local friend and enjoying the town. Then it was back on the road to Kuopio by thumb, and Paukarlahti by bus.<br />
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Paukarlahti County was the location of last year's European Rainbow, quite a large gathering which I unfortunately missed at the time. We were out of the loop as to where the Finnish Rainbow was being held this year, so Paukarlahti was our best shot at finding it. But first we had to find the right place! Walked all night looking for it, checking every side road along the whole length of the rural municipality. Exhausted, we finally gave up and made camp next to the cemetery... and in the morning, discovered that we'd actually found the right place by accident! We met the lady of the farm, who invited us to stay on the Rainbow site proper and informed us of this year's location in Hailuoto. The day and night we spent at the Paukarlahti site felt like an entire week - it was such a magical place and we lived so fully in the moment.<br />
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More hitchhiking adventure and answered prayers took us to Hailuoto, and that is where the story continues....the BCthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13608185584714061872noreply@blogger.com5