Christ in US

I stood outside the old city church I'd attended for most of my life. I'd been schooled in the teachings of the Church there, including all the nuances of its party line.

Yet, over the years and further study, I discovered it didn't really teach the whole story. In fact, it left out some of the most important parts of the story. Those parts would change the world in a way we never saw before. The message had to be seen through a new lens, expanded to a much wider globally-inclusive worldview, one that would set us all free of our blind obedience to an obsolete, enslaving and circular paradigm some call reality. It isn't real at all. We just think it is. It's a hard shell to crack, but we need to awaken from the collective illusion driving our separate and selfish agendas. There is very little out there we need. Its all within us, all of it.

Christ is calling us to awaken to a new way of being and living. He holds the truth out to us like a lantern, a beacon from somewhere else, and in that beacon, in the very substance of the light that is in the presence in that beacon is life. It's a strange thought, I admit. It's hard to get our heads around it and took me a lot of wrong turns to realize this. Thank God, Christ was patient with me.

Through my journey, I'd heard the sweet whisper of the Spirit, often surfacing in my writing, sometimes in dreams, and more powerfully in some of my mistakes and wrong turns in life. But, oddly, it was in the mistakes and wrong turns when I heard Christ the loudest, the strongest. Maybe Christ was thinking, "Let me know when you're ready to stop trying to do it your way. Then, I'll show you the only way that will ever work."

Who knows why I finally heard Christ. Maybe it was because I was finally really listening rather than being caught up in trying to please a parent, an employer, a husband or just about anyone who showed up in my life demanding my attention. Strangely, it was those external iconic personalities who seemed to have snuck up onto the throne of my heart, along with their agendas, insisting, even mandating my complete allegiance. I thought I was right to allow that, because I thought the Church had taught that. I was wrong. Being a servant does not mean being a slave.

I came to realize, after a long journey out of the dark shadow they cast over my life, they were wrong. I had to walk my own path, and my one and only companion on that path, was also my pilot, and best friend.

As I stood in the small courtyard of the church where my parents raised us and where we said goodbye to them tearfully at their funerals, I noticed an enormous maple tree on the other side of the street in front of the chancery. I'd never noticed it before. Now, in the fall, its leaves were radiantly gold and red. I thought of the burning bush in Exodus, and marveled that I'd never noticed it before, maybe like so many things I'd never noticed before, but now are glowing right before my eyes.

It was beginning to rain through the late afternoon sunshine, backlighting the amber leaves. The rain drops sparkled on the leaves like diamonds from heaven. I felt as if Christ was showing me a vision so beautiful, so true and meaningful.

I had come to realize that Christ is all I need, all any of us need. Christ stands taller than any Church, any faith, any government, any political party, any tradition, any dogma or universal teaching - ancient or modern. Christ is the Living Spirit of the Universal One, the ALL, the Alaha, the very life breath of the universe which is the life force itself.

I had sensed for awhile now that Christ is not exclusively a Christian. Christ doesn't want our worship. Christ wants our full immersion into Christ's life. Christ is so much bigger than any of the little boxes in which we try to contain the sacred source of life. Christ cannot be controlled or bound or limited. No religion contains Christ, yet all attempt to.

I continued down the street as the rain grew more intense. As I walked in the downpour, I sensed a new baptism, an authentic baptism of Christ's own making.

Today, whenever, I feel tempted to resort to my own planning and designing of my life, I take my plans into prayer, ask for Christ to be present, in wisdom, love, intelligence, and direct guidance.

This morning was another morning like that. I was being challenged by someone's request. I was feeling pulled in another direction, one that seemed right at the time. But, as I looked at it, I realized it wasn't. I am here in this small town with all the small townisms you'd expect. Part of me wants to flee back to civilization, to DC or NY or somewhere else - anywhere else. But, no, Christ has me here.

Then, I remembered for the billionth time, that nothing other than Christ will ever do. Christ is the solution to every problem because as I stand in His light, there are no problems. Christ in me is everything I need. I would add that in this contentious election season, Christ in US is all we need. Christ is larger than the election, the government, the plans that our divided nation, albeit being crafted by a terribly uninformed populus, have devised. If we - regardless of any religion - would all step into the light of Christ we would find all our plans dissolve like kool aid in the polluted water of our insanity leaving only the crystal clarity of ultimate wisdom which is not a plan or a doing at all, but rather a beinghood, a magnificent, loving Being.

Seeing the big picture, working the details

 Interior view from the International Space Station's Cupola module.
                                                                                                            Image Credit: NASA

It is abundantly clear to me that as much as the Divine is imprinted in nature, from the farthest galaxy to the tiniest most imperceptible particle of matter, it is equally present in our very lives.  It seems to so many of us that the Divine imprint, which scientists and theologians alike are realizing is evident everywhere - from our DNA to the way the Milky Way spirals outward and the million other ways it presents itself, are all based on an original single symbol of sacred geometry.  When I see it, whenever and where ever I see it, I just stand back in awe.  I see it often now, but earlier it showed up in a simple conversation.

Today, a friend and I were talking about a brainstorm we had about an awesome virtual multi-discipline project we wanted to launch. As our excitement grew, I immediately went "big picture," realizing the global significance of the idea and its ability to be a huge service to many people. 

As I reached for a weekend for one of our many meetings to explore our idea further with a group of other people who share our enthusiasm and vision, my friend said, "I'm game for this, but only as long as it's not in the morning that Saturday because I would have to ask for time off of work." I was still flying around the big picture, thinking of the awesomeness of the idea and nowhere near Earth, which meant pretty far away from times and what kinds of repercussions might impinge on the idea.  

I laughed and said, "Oh, I'm still on the space station," but realized another dimension of the picture that was emerging before me.  I assured my friend no meeting would ever be on a Saturday morning. I was a night owl and that afternoons were my morning, especially on the weekend. Even after our conversation, I continued to reflect on her quick trip to practical measures while I was still lingering on the idea. I thought how smart she was to be so practical, yet I still wanted to fly with the ideas. It felt good, like really flying.

As I thought more about her comment, I realized how wonderful that there are two kinds of people - those who focus on the details and those who are drawn into the big picture. 

If you're going into surgery, you hope to God, your surgeon can see the details. But, when you're talking to your doctor about symptoms, you hope he or she can see the big picture. We need both - the night owls and the morning doves, those who actually work on a Saturday morning and those who dream late into the night, even watching stars, wondering what Orion's belt looks like from Giza.  

The whole point of all this is, together we are a reflection of the divine.  

The ancient Hebrews, and it  most likely stems so much further back even beyond an ancestral civilization that left hints of its existence in pyramids and stone sculptures now deep under water, offer the world its sign for itself which is the sign of the Divine - the Star of David, the tetrahedron, which looks like two pyramids overlapped in opposite.  

It reflects the two natures of the Divine, the feminine and masculine, held in equilibrium - the horizontal of the feminine empowering all creation, and the verticle of the masculine overseeing, protecting and controlling all creation. Both, held in balance, in equilibrium, allows life to flourish. If either one is out of balance, suppressing the power or magnetisim of the other, creation is out of balance.

If we remove the gender qualities, but see the unique positions of each, we see how an idea can grow wings and enter our hemisphere, set down and grow roots.  

We need the big picture. We need to interpret it, and while we're still viewing it, receiving it, and interpreting it; we need to implement it, figure out the details to make it happen, to bring it into creation.

We need both.  One won't do it.  Both will.  I think the world may be polarized these days, both sides are struggling and pulling away from center.  When I look at our presidential candidates, I wonder if that's what's happening. How easy it is for us to take sides, or bail out, and not vote. But what a gift when we can see the value in consensus by bringing both into that balance. As we reach for consensus through the integration of our unique differences - to see the big picture or put the pieces together - we will find that the Divine is in the details as much as in the big picture. 

I am so grateful for people like my friend, because without them, pictures of space would not be observable down here on earth.

Magic everywhere

An abounding beauty, alive on so many levels, fills this remote place where I live these days. A living canvas of hummingbirds suspended in mid air ballet, hissing summer cicada, croaking frogs in the large pond my rustic home overlooks, and families of deer grazing nearby at the break of dawn and at sunset, leave me breathless. Despite the insufficiency of any technology, I wouldn't trade this experience for anything.

The days are busy with work, but at night, without any reflected light from anywhere, the stars pierce the blackness with their sparkling radiance. The planets, Orion's belt, the dipper, and other constellations are immediately observable. But, perhaps the most awesome, is the Milky Way stretching out beyond my rooftop and peeking through the large oak tree that overshadows my large yard.

Even on a rainy night, you can can glimpse the heavenly spectacle. In June, at the first sight of the firefly dance that lasted most of the summer, one night around midnight I stood under a canopy of sparkling stars as the fireflies flickered all around me, some even landing on my shirt and shorts. I felt immersed in a substance of sparkling light. I couldn't move, and didn't want to move. I stood there for a long time taking in the beauty of what was around and above me, realizing the awesome gift this all is.

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In recent posts, I've talked about perception, having eyes to see, ears to hear. Now I would include all the senses - to smell and feel - and to experience with a deeper, more profound extra sense, an intuitive sense, a spiritual perception that is less intellectual and more soulful, perhaps a kind of ineffable awe. 

We human beings are profoundly blessed with the ability to detect what is in our environment, here and beyond, an interpret it and experience it on that deeper cognitive level. Maybe, despite our awesome ability, we may be so much wrapped up in whatever is on our plate at the time, we don't stop and look, listen to life itself surging its symphony of sight and sound all around us, completely unaware if we perceive it or not. It is what it is, a most beautiful creation, whether or not we perceive it.  

Yet, aren't we designed and consequently meant to perceive it?

Standing in solidarity

Last night's news (9.8.16) said there were as many as 5,000 Native Americans gathered to oppose the pipeline that is reported to be 50% completed.  How to solve this problem is not the Indian Nations' problem. This is tribal land.  It is their natural and inalienable right to defend and protect. It is also sacred burial ground, for which the United States government, even in its worst days more than 100 years ago,  had some respect. As for me, I stand in solidarity with our Native American brothers and sisters and join their call to protect the land, all of it, everywhere.

Washington State Indian nations join pipeline opposition 

Valerie Taliman, West Coast Editor
8/31/16

Yakama Nation Chairman JoDe Goudy speaks.
(Photo: Courtesy Steven Sitting Bear/Standing Rock Sioux Tribe)

(Photo below right) Standing Rock Sioux Chairman David Archambault II welcomes eight nations from Washington State.

A delegation of eight Indian nations from Washington State  joined the growing opposition to the Dakota Access Pipeline that threatens the tribe’s water supply and sacred places on Oceti Sakowin Treaty lands.

The Yakama Nation, Swinomish Indian Tribal Community, Lummi Nation, Puyallup Tribe, Nisqually Indian Tribe, Suquamish Tribe, Lower Elwha Klallam Tribe and Hoh Tribe traveled with a large delegation from the Pacific Northwest with a sacred totem pole to demonstrate spiritual support. After a blessing at the         

camp near the river, the totem pole will be permanently raised at the Turtle Lodge on the Sagkeeng First Nation in Manitoba next week.

“Yakama is humbled and honored to stand beside our brothers and sisters of the Standing Rock Sioux. We’re observing a peaceful and prayerful gathering to move an entire country. We stand united in solidarity with the natural laws of this land, advocating for responsible decision making and honorable communications,” said Yakama Chairman JoDe Goudy.

“Together, we express to the U.S. government that now, more than ever, is the time to fulfill the trust obligations laid out within the treaties and historical interactions with the Native peoples of this land. Until such things come to pass, the spirit and voice of all peoples shall unite with Standing Rock. One voice, one heart, and one spirit to speak for those things that cannot speak for themselves.”

Carver Jewell James of the Lummi Nation said this is the fourth totem pole he has carved to unite people standing to protect the earth.

“This is about little people against billionaire corporations,” he said. “Standing Rock is clearly opposed to the pipeline, and I’m here to celebrate their clarity and their willingness to stand up.”

The tribes urged the United States District Court to rule in favor of the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe's request to issue an injunction that stops construction of the pipeline until the Tribe’s waters and cultural resources are protected.

The Standing Rock Sioux Tribe is arguing in court that the Dakota Access Pipeline was fast-tracked by the federal government, which is a direct violation of the Tribe's rights as a sovereign nation because it will hurt the Tribe’s safe drinking water and historic and cultural resources. The Tribe has asked the United States government to conduct a more stringent environmental review to ensure the protection of the Tribe's treaty rights and sacred places.

Swinomish Chairman Brian Cladoosby, who also serves as NCAI president, said, “We are a placed-based society. We live where our ancestors are buried. Our culture, laws, and values are tied to all that surrounds us, the place where our children’s future will be for years to come. We cannot ruin where our ancestors are buried and where our children will call home, uproot ourselves and move to another place. We cannot keep taking for granted the clean water, the salmon and buffalo, the roots and berries, and all that makes up the places that our First People have inhabited since time immemorial. Our futures are bound together.”

More than 150 tribes so far have sent resolutions and letters of support to show solidarity with the Standing Rock Sioux and the Seven Council Fires of the Lakota’s efforts to stop the pipeline.

“Words can’t express how thankful we are for all of the prayers, support, letters and donations we have received,” said Archambault. “It inspires us every day on our mission to protect this area for future generations and all who use it.

“We’ve seen the success our friends from Washington state have had in their battles to protect treaty rights against the transport of fossil fuels,” Archambault continued. “Their support is crucial in the protection of our land, water, and cultural resources, as well as all of our sovereign rights that we are asking Assistant Secretary of the Army for Civil Works Jo-Ellen Darcy to honor.”

As they gathered on the banks of the Cannonball River to pray for water, several leaders spoke of similar challenges to their treaty rights, lands and ways of life. Some tribes in attendance won recent battles against proposed oil and coal export terminals that violate treaty rights, endangered fish and shellfish, and threatened the tribes’ very existence.

“I am here to stand with the Standing Rock people because my people are facing the same threats to bear the risk of development for the Puyallup Tribe,” said Councilman David Bean. “It’s an LNG terminal that will be built in the middle of our reservation and threaten our treaty protected resources.”

The peaceful camp near the river is the first time since 1875 that all the Lakota tribes have gathered at the Cannonball River. Their efforts to save their water have inspired hundreds of tribes, celebrities and activists from across the country to show their support. More than 180 tribes have written letters to President Obama and the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers asking them to fulfill their trust obligation to tribes and reconsider the construction of the Dakota Access Pipeline.

“Everyone has heard that this pipeline would be more than 1,100 miles long and would transport more than half a million barrels of crude oil every day across our lands,” said Cedric Good House, a traditional leader for the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe.

“What they don’t know are the irreplaceable sacred places across the landscape and the deep cultural and spiritual knowledge that is tied to them,” he said. “These are the places and the knowledge that make us who we are today as a tribe. I plan on telling my grandchildren about the time when tribes across the country stood up and fought for treaty, culture, and the future. And we fought for the future of safe drinking water for all Americans. No longer is the world watching us, the world is with us.”

http://indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com/2016/08/31/indian-nations-washington-state-join-opposition-dapl-pipeline-165641

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Aligned with the All

"Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth."

 Matthew 5:5

And, the reverse might be, "Unhappy are those who are proud, for they have removed their hearts from the source and richness of creation," in their pursuit of temporal power and material gain.

Who are the meek?  In our culture, sadly, meekness is not a valued quality.  If you were to say in a job interview, when asked what are your best skills, "I am meek, soft, gentle, and sway in the breeze of life, allowing the Holy Spirit to move through me," the search committee might, with subdued smirks, glance at each other, and say, "That's an interesting response, sir. We'll keep you in mind for this position." And, you'll certainly not hear from them again. You know what they want, and it isn't meekness. That which they want is complicated from twisted thinking for so long that to step away from the world's table could be a financially strategic error. Can you hear the weight of our current corporate language, heavy laden with empirically tactical words, laced with military-sounding concepts, goals and objectives?

Do you hear the softness of the heart, the whisper of the breath of life in the intentions of the proud and worldly-successful ones in our corporate boardrooms?  I doubt it.

"A bruised reed he will not break, and a faintly burning wick he will not quench; he will faithfully bring forth justice." 

Isaiah 42:3*

Is there an invitation in Isaiah's words, an invitation to be like a reed that bends in the wind, or a lantern with a softly glowing spirit?

I sense that Jesus' gentle, soft meekness is a quality that submits to life, becoming like Isaiah's bruised reed. And, since life itself is comprised of universal consciousness, we are strengthened by our willful surrender to it. The intentional surrender of humility to life, to the Spirit of life itself which is God, is what makes us authentically strong, and consequently inheritors of a rich interior life.

Is that openess to the Spirit, that flexibility and natural surrender to All that is, weakness, as one assumes the search committee might have thought, or as our culture does think?

Obvioulsy, Jesus and Isaiah would say no. They seem to say God is the All that is, and there is a brilliant intelligence in that All, in that great I AM, who is the ultimate consciousness of the universe, from whom we draw our consciousness. The gift God gives us is absolute access to that intelligence, but only when in alignment with the All who is spread out throughout the Earth in every atom or quanta in everything. It is in the air that is moved by the wind because it is brilliantly interconnected with everything on our Earth. 

Why would anyone want to resist life, stiffen and structure one's daily existence to avoid this beautiful life?  Fear, maybe, but brainwashing by the global machine, for sure. Our media has seduced our will by making it look attractive. (Remember that scripture that describes the powers and rulers of Jesus' time: "Woe to you Scribes and Pharisees, pretenders, who are like white tombs, which from the outside appear lovely, but from within are full of the bones of the dead and all corruption!" Matthew 23:27**)

I see us living in a perfect habitat of life, truly a garden of life, with a fluid ingenius network of consciousness, all created by and reflecting a supreme conscious intelligence that is awe-some.

If we are relying on our own abilities, which are very well honed by our culture to market ourselves and each other to profit something, somewhere, how are we any different than an intelligent predatory animal, seeking to fill its belly only to sleep in the sun until he gets hungry again?  How are we Divine beings of light and creativity if our lives and consciousness is so insularly and selfishly driven?

I hear in Jesus beautiful poetic language, a call to be like the golden grain in an American field, all of us flowing as one with the life all around us.  I also think that God - the ALL - does flow through our lives even while in the grip of the globally collective mind game in which we're caught, like that random fly in a spider's web. But, that's if we are tuned in to lifes' invitation to open up to the flow of life, which is a heart-opening to others, loving each other equally to ourselves. However, the world machine is selfishly driven which is a survival-driven, low level of consciousness, which isn't listening to the intuitive, inspired flow of life in the mind or spirit. Yet, I think, if we listen to our lives, we can and will hear it.

I think the Spirit of the All is so absolutely everywhere that as much as it permeates the most infintesimal particle of matter, it also penetrates all of our minds and thoughts, choices, intentions, actions and waits patiently for us to surrender our will to life itself, to the wind, to the very life itself.

The longer I live in this rural community deep in the Allegany mountains, which look more like hills when compared to the majestic Cascades of Oregon and Washington, the more aware I am of the ineffable beauty and genius of nature, and that all of it is both a gift from God and a reflection of God's Beingness. I know also that real power, real genius, is knowing that we are limited in ourselves, and that to surrender our need to control to the flow of life, the flow of life on the Earth, is the way to life. To even use religious language is like using military language, it's too structured, too intellectual for the experience of life itself which is more like a whispered awareness, a dim mysterious light that flickers and catches our attention in its softeness. It's there, in that bending reed or softly flickering candle light, that the portal to ultimate wisdom, which is ultimate life, is accessed.  Sadly, we miss it in the loud, cacophanous world of the global machine. I guess, we're lucky if we don't get that call back from the search committee.

By alignment with that gentle place in us, we discover - after the noise of the world is finally silenced in us - and not necessarily through meditation, but through surrender - that we can step softly into consciousness. There, the love flows, life peaks, and no longer do we care about weak or strong, success or failure, or obtaining anything.  Just being is the ultimate experience of life. And, that gift is right here in our beautiful garden which  begs us, and is begging us, to protect it. I guess we will protect it, when we value it. But as long as we're caught up in this non-living proud pursuit of selfish power, will we see its value?

* English Standard Version

** Aramaic Bible (in English)

The Light is among us

 Jesus CHRIST said, 

 It is I who am the light which is above them all.  
 It is I who am the All. From me did the ALL come forth, 
 and unto me did the All extend. Split the wood and there 
 I am. Lift the stone, and there I am.
                                 Gospel of Thomas, vs. 77

In Aramaic, the language of Jesus, the word He used for Moses' 'Great I Am'  (who we have called 'God') is Allaha, meaning the ALL. He used the relational term, 'the father,' to help us understand the loving intelligence of the Great I am or Allaha. 

You will see the similarity of Allaha to Islam's Allah. This seems to redirect western Christianity's understanding of 'the Father' as a god. Rather, the Father is not a singular god, but the ALL, the totality of all that is, unlimited, eternal, absolute consciousness and Beinghood, and clearly beyond our comprehension. 

The ALL has no name since the All cannot be contained or controlled. IT is also not to be worshipped as the ancient pagans worshipped a god. It is to be encountered, experienced, and engaged with our whole mind, heart and being.



Today, it seems the primary question to all of us at this point in our evolution - as a violent, confused and struggling civilization - is HOW do we recognize HIM / IT? It is always our nature to engage relationally with everything and we've always wanted to do this with the ALL. Were we misguided by the powers of this dimension and sidetracked due to that misguidance?

Another question is, "Could it be possible that the violence exploding across the planet is a kind of birthing, transitioning us into a great global human civilization?

Listen to your mind, sink into your heart, and wait, breathing in the silence.  Wait until your mind is silent - for some of us that could be awhile.  But, persevere.  Do not bring petitions to the great ALL.  Do not think of your needs or even the needs of your community, the world.

Stop wanting, needing, desiring. Visualize nothing. Just BE QUIET in the presence of the ALL.WAIT, until the CHRIST presence moves across your heart, mind and maybe your inner vision.  No one can tell you what it will be like for you, and no one can tell you how to prepare for the experience.  You may not even recognize it.  But, you will slowly feel something changing within yourself.  Slowly, when you return to thinking of it, you'll realize you are also changing.  You will begin to radiate the light of Christ, maybe even before you realize it.  Because this is something you cannot control - it doesn't have a volume you can turn up or down.

CHRIST love IS grace.  It is the HOLY SPIRIT.  It is LIFE itself.  CHRIST was full revealed in the man YESHUA, and he taught us that He was sent to reveal CHRIST, mirror HIM to us at a dark oppressive time.

CHRIST has returned and is now among us.  HIS presence is here, waiting for each of us to commit our intention to finding, receiving him.  He says to seek first 'his kingdom' which can be found in that inner silence. That is the one single thing that He promised would be granted to us as our request.

He may not be found in your religion, your government, even your family's tradition.  He is new everyday and waits on the cusp of your consciousness.  Listen to your breath as you wait expectantly for HIM, and He will come to you as sweetly and softly as the morning dove.

Living luminescence

                                  
                                           "There is light within a man of light, 
                                            and he lights up the whole World. 
                                            If he  does not shine, he is darkness." 
                                                                     Gospel of Thomas  vs. 24

                                            
                                          "Split a piece of wood, and I am there.  
                                           Lift up the stone, and you will find me there."  
                                                                   Gospel of Thomas vs. 77

From fireflies dancing in the moonlight to forests scattered with magical mushrooms, all of life is alive and breathing with a delicate radiance vibrating from within.  All of it is glowing, and not only these mysterious plants. Even sea urchins, man of war along the ocean shore, pearls and shells, and many species of salt water fishes, all radiate a translucent rainbow of  inner light. In fact, all of life glows with the life-force itself. This luminesence is clearly visible to us - if we have eyes to see, ears to hear. 

I guess that means, it's all a matter of perception. And, maybe that's the whole point. Do we see this iridescence all around us, vibrating with a kind of universal huming, buzzing? If we can't see this, or hear this life - this breathtaking miracle right before us in which we're also immersed as part of it all in this garden, I think we have to ask ourselves why we don't. Is it we don't take time, value it enough to make time?  Or, even if we made time, would we still not see / hear it?  If that's the case, then why?

It is heartbreaking that we're missing this incredible mystery right before us. It seems that's why we're here - to experience this magical place.  And, too often we don't.

If its a lack of perception, then we have to ask ourselves, what is blocking our perception?

Psychologists say we don't really see with our eyes, or hear with our ears.  We see and hear with our minds. Our minds tell us what is important to see and hear and what isn't. It's so deep within us that we do it automatically, even subconsciously.  We all do. So, we're taught what to value and that's what our eyes see or look for. We also tune out the birds singing while we're watching TV.  Oh, so sad. Have we been brainwashed to tune out the birds to watch the terrors on the  news?  

Is getting to work, checking on the news, making and spending money - is all of that more important?  If it is, then why?  Have we sabotaged our power by closing our hearts with fear by aligning ourselves to this commercial, materialistic culture we live in at such an excruciating high price? Our power is in our hearts, which, when full of love, glows. I wonder if we could detach from our culture - be in it but not of it - we would heal our hearts and restore our power, and connect to life in a way we may never have experienced before?

To be honest, I've been engaged in this deep reflection since I moved into this remote rural mountain community six miles from the nearest town. Here the sounds of the birds resound across the small lake. It would be impossible to miss the neighbor's rooster down the road. The horses, the cow with a new calf, the beaver in the nearby pond, the deer with her two fawn are all very present. Even more common sounds like two chipmunks sparing over a small pile of sunflower seeds or a squirrel running across the roof are loud enough to wake you in the middle of the night. The real world is loud enough if we are living with it, one with it.

Before, we didn't know what we were doing.  We were doing what we'd all been taught to do. We learned the rules from early childhood and, believeing we were doing what was right, we followed them, and still are following them.

The problem with that is that we've been controlled by those early rules, which were set in motion since time immemorial. We are controlled by those every sort of authority figure, including hierarchies of power, and each is part of a larger system until you'll see the entire structure of our culture has a million interlocking pieces. It is a conglomerate that runs on our devotion and obedience to it, and it is anti-life. It is the ultimate lie and the ultimate con artist.that has seduced us away from what is real to an artificial edifice. It has been around for a lot of years and we have been feeding it for a long time. It set up a mind game of prey and predator - victim and victor.  You get to choose which role you'll play, but both are equally controlled by the game.

How do we get back to what is real - this beautiful life in this garden we live in?

Challenge everything you think.  Ask yourself why you're feeling as you are. Trace it to its source. When you begin to break free from control, you'll feel the chains by which it held you back. They feel like guilt, shame, and fear. When you feel those feelings you can know you're moving in the right direction. As hard as that may seem, you need to keep going. 

Rock the boat a little. Maybe together we can topsize it. When you think about what you're thinking about when  those scary feelings rise up in your belly, you'll always find that the source is a controlling thought that has pretty ancient roots in your life. An old teacher from the third grade is still in your head as is that mean neighbor who yelled at you for picking his wild flowers.

Judgment and condemnation are in the very air we breathe and water we drink, and yet none of it is love. It takes but gives nothing in return. We don't question it. But, we have to question it.  We have to ask ourselves why we're judging, condemning, gossiping, saying hurtful things about people. We are only adding to the pollution of control that runs on judgment, condemnation and control.  If we're going to break out of this collective mind prison, we have to not do as it teaches.  Stop the competition to the top because you know, and i know, there's nothing up there.  Eveything is down here, right here, around us all.

If life is calling you into the moonlight on a soft summer evening amid the symphony of tree frogs and crickets; and if you can hear the morning doves in the early morning, then you are seeing and hearing rightly. If you hear it so loud that you find yourself completely surrounded and immersed in their world, then you're healing from the world's disease. Then you will soon see and feel the futility of the collective culture that has owned us. 

I wouldn't waste a single second lamenting what has happened to you - to us as a human race.  I would just get up and get on with this new awesome adventure of perception. This doesn't mean we have to quit our jobs. It means we have to awaken our perception and then choose carefully how we want to spend out lives.

In our perception a new awareness arises. Through it you just might discover the sheer delight of the beauty of life that is stirring around us in a way we never saw before.  It is the creative mastery of a universal intelligence that breathes an exquisite love that so far surpasses any of the silly perverse romantic iimages pimped by the advertising and media empire to con us into giving them our money which we've sacrificed so much to earn.  

There may come a time when it will be unbearable to play the world's game anymore. There may come a time when we would rather sit in the soft damp moss-covered carpet of the forest and watch the deer, birds and squirrels, occasional timid racoon descend from his tree fort, and feel a sense of wonder and presence and oneness in the breathing of the forest.  

Then, for a moment, you may realize that you are part of this great life in this beautiful garden. You are in sync with it and you realize that it is in you as much as you are in it. Your perception has enlightened too, brighter than ever, and quite possibly you are as radiant as any fluorescence around you. And, you are. 

Love is everywhere

Eyes to see, ears to hear, and an imagination to wander in, all brimming with hearts of love, fill the Earth with the lush, fertile abundance of life itself.

We are so blessed to be alive, to witness the miracle of life within us, around us, in this dimension and throughout the millions of other dimensions that we can't see or fathom. 

Love is the brilliant and powerful creator of life itself, in every form it takes, in every dimension.  It is the creator, and the created; the beholder and the beheld.

Love infuses everything with an electromagnetic power.  It is electric and magnetic, calling forth more of itself to itself, empowering our thoughts and images in the imaginal realm and birthing them out into our 3D realm. Our dreams grow and emerge, gaining density through the power of our conscious intention, nurtured with faith in love's ability to do what it does - create.

Love is the fertilizer in the Divine Parent's garden of life which includes all our creative dreams of the mind. Love fuels the dreaming and brings them into being when we believe in them, without doubting. 

The love in the lover is the artist who dreams and the singer is the siren song who calls forth all our dreams into life itself.

Lord of My Heart

Thy presence, my light.

Itsey passed away on Thursday, June 9 while sleeping in the sun.  Losing him has challenged my faith, but ultimately we're all in Our Father's embrace at all times, whether in carnated or in spirit only. Often, when Itsey wasn't feeling well over the last couple weeks, I would hold him and sing this old Irish hymn to him, and he loved it and slept contentedly in my arms.

I have felt his presence, gently and lightly, since last Thursday, and I have this sense he is with my mother in heaven and someday I will see them both again.  

Prayers for Itsey

Today, I took my cat, Itsey, to the vet - the fourth in about four months.  It was a good visit and I remain hopeful. Thank you, if you prayed.

From earlier:

This morning I have to take my beloved kitty, Itsey, to the vet. I am praying, and begging for your prayers also, that he can be healed.  He has been diagnosed (and I pray wrongfully) with a terminal illness the origins of which are completely impossible, but nonetheless he's been given a fatal diagnosis.  

We had a good night for the first time in weeks last night. 

I find my heart begging to the universe for his healing.  Yet, at the same time, I am surrendering him into the arms of my beloved Savior.

May you in your darkest most desperate need, feel you can write me, and I will pray with the same passion and might for you too, whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever your need.

THANK YOU!

AMEN

Interlude

Western Nebraska, coming down out of Wyoming, has an austere rugged landlscape as it transitions from the dense high Rockies to the softer, flatter plains of the heartland. 


Life has always been a mystery, then and now. The only difference is now I know it. Then, I was less aware of the supreme magic and elegance in all the varying shades of reality I perceive now. 

Over the last few months, a deeper awakening, a renewed reverence for the mystical beauty of life has pierced the dark of a long spiritual night. It seems when the divine drives an awakening, everything lights up until you see things in a whole new perspective

Suddenly, it was unmistakable that I was being guided, first around a bend and down a path that felt dark and overgrown, and then out and up again now leading to a distant unknown, Now, I realize it was always a divinely ordained journey. Everyone's life is. Sometimes, during the hard times of the unseen parts of the experience, I felt as if I was in the fire pit of The Princess Bride. Too often I was shocked and taken off guard by flaring surges from the underground, mauled by deception, threatened by a feeling of insufficiency. I honestly didn't know if I would survive. It was a dark forest full of pitfalls and uncertainty. My books, prayer, and faith was all I had, in addition to two beautiful cats.

Suddenly, on New Years Eve my world plunged into something new, and equally uncertain. It seemed as if God opened the heavy door that kept me locked in a dark and lifeless place. A radiant light danced magically around the edges as the old door creaked open. It was time, I could finally leave Portland.

As swiftly as a bird, I fled. Not thinking, not resting, I just drove, hard and fast, into the sunset, late into the night, through the dark and treacherous Cascades. I watched the breathtaking sunrise over the Rockies, and then I switched down the passes into Wyoming. I wasn't sure if I was running from something or to something, but I drove swiftly and fearlessly until I found myself in the sweet vast fertile fields of Nebraska. Finally, I could breathe. I felt safe in the heartland of my country.

I slowed down to absorb the sweet Nebraska sunshine on the late winter, windy morning. Unexpectedly, I felt the presence of life all around me. Carried aloft over mountain ranges, as if on eagles wings, across bridges over rushing mountain rivers and through dark winding volcanic valleys now I could rest and catch my breath in the safety of the welcoming landscape.  

I wondered about all this, often reflecting on a deeper meaning and presence that undergird it all. I wondered what I was meant to do with it all. I longed to share the experience, talk it over with someone, but it seemed that wasn't meant to be either. So, I lived it, alone in my heart and mind, savoring it, adoring the One who allowed me to experience it.

Then, this morning in mid April, in the remote hills of the southern tier of New York state, I was awakened by the haunting coos of the morning doves. As they sang away the night, I found again that reverence in their song. I felt a new meaning to all of this as their cooing bounced off the small lake, trimmed with tall pines outside the rustic place where I live now. I knew a new chapter had begun.  

In the quiet of this morning, in this remote, fiercely natural place, a very real spiritual presence lingers within and all around me. Life itself can be heard here, and in her sweet voice my heart feels alive and welcomed home.

We are Light: Unplugging from the beast

All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.  

There was the true Light which, coming into the world, enlightens every man. He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him. 
                                                                                      John 1:4-5, 9-10

You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.   Matthew 5:14-16 (NIV)

As often as I've written about the light, it never came to me as clearly as just recently when I was forced to unpack a deeply painful situation. 

"Why do these things happen to good people?" I asked rhetorically because I knew the answer.

Because it is only through suffering that we learn.  It is a hard fact of reality.  Only when the pain gets really tough, really hard to bear,  so difficult that we can't avert it, drug it, dim it or shut it up,  it is bound to get through to us. Then, there in the deep caverns of our soul, it works its alchemical magic. It wizens and changes us, always for the better. It wakes us up and helps us see another piece of the truth. When you can't push the pain away, it's going to get your attention and then you can listen to its message. Ultimately, it wakes you up more.

St. Thomas More said to his distraught daughter on the night before his execution by the English King Henry VIII, "One does not get to heaven on a feather bed."

We are all, in our perfect ideal nature, beings of pure light.  If you were to cut open a hand of a light being, there would only be more light.  That's all they are.  That's all we are.  We are light beings living in earthen bodies.  The difference among us is as wide and diverse as the levels of our awareness of this truth.

Ok.  You probably get that.  I get it, but here's the missing piece to really driving that awareness into the greater depths of your consciousness where it will actually catalyze and activate a profound change in your life.

Jesus told us, "do not judge, lest you be judged."  Why?  What is judgment, really?

It is an abuse of power.  It is imposing one person's power over another.  And, it creates an abusive, controlling power paradigm.  As children we are all taught to submit to authority, and we try or else.  What happens if we don't?  In our dark world, we may get punished, beaten, deprived of things we enjoy, and so we learn to obey authority through fear of punishment.  We also, sadly, learn to associate the authority we know here as the authority of God. 

So, we have to unlearn all that, and as Morpheus said in The Matrix, we are enslaved and controlled, living in an unreal, imaginary world that is feeding off us. We have to free our minds.

It may be like quitting smoking after 30 or 40 years, that's if you live long enough to get to that point.  We are controlled by judgment, which is a terrible corruption of your authentic being and of your understanding of God. We have to unplug from it - both internally and externally.

I realized, that like most of us, I had internalized a lot of guilt if I stood up for myself to an abusive person. I realized that I wanted peace at any cost and that cost usually meant me giving in.  That became a life long pattern of acquiescence. 

But, God wanted to take me to the next level, and unplugged me from that mindset and gave me a  vision of a light being and told me that's what you - and all other humans - really are.  Every time you give in, submit, to an external authority, you are allowing them to impose their control over you, and that is darkening your being.  After a lifetime, you discover that you have a lot of buried insults and hurts.  

As you have learned to submit to others' judgment of you, you have also found an inner reaction to them.  You find that your reactions blind you and you stay caught on authority's fishing line, feeding them your power, while you thrash in the air wondering what happened.

If we knew that only God deserves our worship, then we would not submit to the authority of our world. That, quite simply, is idolatry - the very worst kind.  Yet, we've all been taught to submit.

A friend of mine pointed out to me recently that all the states in the United States are "at-will" states in terms of employment (well, with the exception of Montana).  That means that any employer can fire you for absolutely any reason.  Even if they want to fire you because of your race, they can make it about the color of your socks rather than the color of your skin.  We are at the mercy of our employers, our bosses, these false gods in the corporate world. 

I often wondered why people are so afraid to speak up to their mean and abusive bosses.  Because life on the street isn't so pleasant.  You can be in debt, on a long term lease, living pay check to pay check, and your boss can kick you out the door with one minutes notice.  You're cooked.  It's over.

So, what are we to do?  That's a very real issue that our social justice people who talk and talk about economic justice, and helping the homeless, etc. should look at.  But, it underscores why corporate America, which is built on the masculine power down structure needs to be turned upside down. 

I believe this is what Jesus came to teach us.  We need to unplug from the authoritative power of the ruling powers of our world, and tune in to the beautiful music of heaven within us.  We can begin by honoring our own innate right to be wrong.  We can accept we are not perfect and we make mistakes and we can be honored despite that.  We need to never allow another fellow human being have power over us and we need to begin to detox from all the internalized hurt and woundedness we all share because of this system that runs completely unchecked, and has for thousands and thousands of years. 

Knowing that we are light is the first step in our own awakening.  Realizing our worship is of God and only God, whether you call God, Allah or Krishna.  (You know, "A rose by any name smells as sweet.")

The second is checking ourselves, catching ourselves when we gossip, judge, condemn, criticize or have a negative self righteous opinion about anyone else. 

When we talk about changing global systems of exploitation and control, that's not an opinion or a condemnation. That is a fact that is calling for the transformation of our global political and economic systems which are destroying the world. It is a power-down system, which controls us like slaves, each one afraid of losing their job.  So, each one prostitutes their truth to the great wizard of the corporation.  That is evil.  The whole system is corrupt. Period. It is no wonder that the Book of Revelation talks about the Great harlot and the beast at the end times. Do you see a correlation here?

I think, and all of this I remind myself of constantly and am only sharing it here on Tiger Lilies to stretch my awareness and share it with anyone interested enough to read these long-winded pieces.  I have learned to listen carefully to what I'm thinking and watch my reaction to others.  Any reaction of mine points to the place in me where I have buried pain.  And, it is in this deep inner place where the wound is, like a sunken ship in the mouth of the Columbia, and this is when and where to apply the beautiful Hoponopno prayer.  (Published on Tiger Lilies on April 20, 2011)