tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63061687154586602312024-03-05T20:37:40.307-08:00Awakening the Dragonseek truth.
discover your soul.
embrace the adventure.
BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-43786995196732202902021-01-13T12:29:00.005-08:002021-01-13T12:29:59.362-08:00A letter of encouragement in these days of darkness and confusion<p>Dear friends,<br /><br />I composed the following text as a comment on <a href="http://www.smoking-mirrors.com/2021/01/the-full-steam-ahead-of-burn-em-and.html">Les Visible's most recent post</a>. As usual, his offering merits my highest praise and heartiest recommendation.<br /><br />______________________<br /><br />Dear X and all who doubt that great justice is at hand,<br /><br />I know your fear, for it has touched me as well in my more clouded, less coherent moments. Yet I have faith.<br /><br />There are plans and there is the Plan. Those who would conspire for personal gain under the banner of evil and those who are aligned with divine purpose. Those enslaved and divided by fear and those liberated and united in love. You ask which side will prevail in this apocalypse? Will you trust in shifting appearances interpreted by your limited human mind? Or will the inner knowing of your perfect wholeness provide you the only answer you need beyond a shadow of a doubt?<br /><br />We are here for a reason.<br /><br />The deceivers are themselves deceived. Based on clues provided by Q and the info sleuthed out by tireless anons, all of which seem to gel into a highly coherent picture, I believe that the dark chess pieces who still remain un-neutralized and un-turned have been lured into a trap. By design, they believe they have won, are winning, and can still win. Their hubris and delusional overconfidence has doomed them.<br /><br />Even some anons are having doubts, now that appearances seem to indicate that "Chyna" Joe Biden will be sworn in. They are not thinking clearly. They are allowing fear to cloud their judgment. I believe the optics of appearing to have lost the US presidency are necessary to this stage of the plan to cleanse evil from the planet. Trump and the "Alliance" are playing a highly complex and divinely inspired game. All of it is scripted. We are "watching a movie" play out, as Q says. Just as the bad guys have been in league with demonic forces unseen, the good guys have been subtly guided, protected, and inspired by heavenly forces. The great drama nears a climactic moment of brilliant, breathtaking reversal.<br /><br />We are meant to reclaim our birthright as children of God. This is what this time is all about.<br /><br />Rejoice! We are not abandoned unto chaos and tyranny. We are being put step by step through a program of soul awakening and ascension, individually and collectively. Surrendered to the Almighty, your human self may play its part with joy and gratitude.<br /><br />Yes, there are dark moments when it seems like all is lost. In these moments lies the great blessing of humility. When we are brought to our lowest point, we can truly experience that all we can rely upon is the ineffable Divine.<br /><br />Thank you, Visible, for bringing through your excellent, eloquent, and elegant compositions in the service of God and man. Your work is appreciated more than you can know or imagine. Blessings be upon you and all those who visit you.<br /><br />Where we go One, we go All. Peace!<br /><br />______________________</p><p><br />I'll close with some pictures from an outing I and a couple of friends made to a nearby nature spot on Monday, January 11. We enjoyed the silence and some tea and cookies. I drummed and sang a prayer of blessing to the Creator. It was beautiful.<br /><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZfGEWnhDvPZxBiMnbNSV_PL-GAr2jZDJi_vv0vYTheni-17ueYx4psXccyj4QtJ3BRhQhM5cFbqWrCA-9mvvt-ybSRlR7-yGMqI-A-qjdMnX6d9ugRqp8nI14NLIZOG4svz03IkbcT-q/s1600/view.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZfGEWnhDvPZxBiMnbNSV_PL-GAr2jZDJi_vv0vYTheni-17ueYx4psXccyj4QtJ3BRhQhM5cFbqWrCA-9mvvt-ybSRlR7-yGMqI-A-qjdMnX6d9ugRqp8nI14NLIZOG4svz03IkbcT-q/w400-h300/view.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55aWA8brMYNY7E5jydk3JXtIZkrPTQfVM03tqOXK-DLfjBZA5oYRF7Gz8UeLmnz_BpEUGppXLA1sscswzNHSl2e_bLwsh-u-1kvfg7yJIf1B6QjqptX9gx_PRFDrK_CNxESD7k0IKsj-L/s1600/sky.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh55aWA8brMYNY7E5jydk3JXtIZkrPTQfVM03tqOXK-DLfjBZA5oYRF7Gz8UeLmnz_BpEUGppXLA1sscswzNHSl2e_bLwsh-u-1kvfg7yJIf1B6QjqptX9gx_PRFDrK_CNxESD7k0IKsj-L/w400-h300/sky.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKEEPVx-9rf1VMrqvbaR2aDSMhiqNIc4qygA-v4hUnfJM-BQ7dorjwA18YAIzYHYc2vXfuc2sw8FDbhgHD1jemugEpiK9iexnKyhAA711o9WHV1rwIazwLKCsr-4H-Gjl4rqFv3ON8fuZ/s1600/joanna.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKEEPVx-9rf1VMrqvbaR2aDSMhiqNIc4qygA-v4hUnfJM-BQ7dorjwA18YAIzYHYc2vXfuc2sw8FDbhgHD1jemugEpiK9iexnKyhAA711o9WHV1rwIazwLKCsr-4H-Gjl4rqFv3ON8fuZ/w400-h300/joanna.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-61968952655027682402020-10-04T07:27:00.004-07:002020-10-04T07:32:33.934-07:00Come into the Presence of God, prepare for the storm to come<p>
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Greetings, fellow
travellers!</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">A great wind is
blowing. It sets the trees to swaying, the grasses and the lakes to
rippling, in a musical dance that seems to speak its own sort of
Mother Earth tongue. Its rhythm is compelling. It speaks of great
tensions on the verge of thundrous release. <i>Something is coming,</i>
it says. <i>Prepare yourself for the storm.</i></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Nervous
apprehension arises. Uncertainty triggers the ancient fear response.
A turmoil of speculative thoughts clamour to be fed, entertained, and
housed in my being. Yet a deeper knowing calls for letting go of the
fear of fear. When I listen to that still voice, I am calmed, yet
fully present. I attract those thoughts which are of the quality of
calm presence.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">There
is no need to numb out with distraction. There is only this
ever-present moment, in which I am fully alive, feeling whatever I
happen to feel, witnessing whatever thoughts may arrive and go. I
feel whole and centered in myself, in reality. In the timeless,
ineffable Presence of God.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I
invoke the Presence of God: be with me now. I know that You are with
me, in my every living cell and in my every breath. Even this
mercurial human mind is a manifestation of You. I trust in You
completely.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Thank
You for this life. Thank You for this moment. Thank You for all my
fellow travellers, both near and far. Thank You for taking care of
our every material and spiritual need. Thank you for Your perfection
that spans all time and space and transcends all time and space.
Thank You for Your wisdom, Your power, and Your love. For Your
angels, for Your guidance, for Your serendipities and wonders. Thank
You for Your cosmic order in which every polarity plays its part.
Thank You for calling us home to Your Presence, O God, merciful and
just! Thank You for the gift of free will, that we may freely choose
Your love and thereby pass the trial of this 3D world. Thank You for
making us in Your divine image, so that we Your beloved children are
inherently capable of expressing Your divine qualities of wholeness.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Thank
You for healing our wounds. Thank You for relieving us of heavy
burdens we need no longer bear, and for the precious cross we so
willingly volunteered to carry here on this earth. Thank You for
showing us the way to heaven, through the gateless gate of the
eternal heart and up the ascension path with the help of Your holy
angels. Thank You for Your protection, Your teaching, and Your joy –
the joy of liberation that fills the kingdom of heaven forever. Thank
you for allowing Your kingdom to descend upon the earth, and for the
great work of your innumerable servants to raise up earth to its
heavenly expression.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Thank
You for letting the light of truth shine into the darkest places in
this hour of awakening. Thank You for sending your effectual Kali Maa
and violet flame energies to aid in this moment of purification.
Thank You for the spiritual doulas and midwives who are assisting so
many to give birth to their inner child. Thank You for regenerating
our innocence and restoring our faith. Thank You for strengthening
our resolve. Thank You for awakening our spiritual senses. Thank You
for placing us here on earth to serve You in this time. Thank You for
activating our inner Sun and every needful energy at its appointed
time. Thank You for this great Lila adventure story where the Brahma
and the Maya play. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Lord
protect, enlighten, and guide our leaders, our generals, and our
footsoldiers in this war to eradicate evil from the earth. Save the
children from horrors and abuse. Save our bodies, minds, and souls
from the degrading influences still rampant in the world. Keep our
thoughts, words, and actions pure and wholesome for the wellbeing of
all. Expose all Satanic agendas and let them fall apart. Keep us
steadfast in Your holy Presence, so that we may unwaveringly stand
against the onslaughts of the enemy.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Lord
awaken every soul unto Your goodness and compassion. Help every soul
achieve moral uprightness and intellectual clarity. May our lives be
a demonstration of Your power and a song of Your glory. Let our
hearts unite in one eternal outpouring of divine love.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">And
so it is. In the name of Christ, Your will be done. Hallelujah! Amen.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I feel this
October will leave none of us unchanged and unmoved. A time is coming
when the workers of God will be acutely needed in these fields of
approaching harvest. Souls will be crying out for aid, and all who
are able will be drawn to answer. Prepare, my friends. Speak to God
in whatever way feels needful and comfortable… listen… and
prepare.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">In
deepest love and kindest regard,</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Your
brother JWT.</p>
BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-27504230135810650942020-06-07T05:48:00.000-07:002020-06-07T05:48:53.636-07:00The Folly of Blame<br />
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You were the fallen
one I blamed</div>
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Irredeemable,
offensive to my heart</div>
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A splinter in my
mind, abhorrent to my eyes</div>
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Your mere existence
torturing my own</div>
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<br />
</div>
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Out of my need to
annihilate you</div>
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To wipe my world
clean of you</div>
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And thus achieve
utopia</div>
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A world liberated
from the memory of you</div>
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<br />
</div>
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I birthed a scheme:
a drastic plan</div>
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A solution final,
terrible and cold</div>
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And so I summoned by
my Will alone</div>
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A Portal dark and
fascinating overhead</div>
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<br />
</div>
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A hole in heaven,
beyond which lay</div>
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Dimensions distant,
utter Hell</div>
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The regions where
abominations dwell</div>
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A place for all the
things that never should have been</div>
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For rejects of
creation, by wholesome eyes unseen</div>
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<br />
</div>
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My heart I sent to
lie in wait for you</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The bait I set just
past the threshold</div>
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Instantly it took a
form grotesque</div>
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And yet my
machination held, I would not yield</div>
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So rigid was my Will
to see this horror through</div>
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<br />
</div>
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But oh! did fear and
consternation strike</div>
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When, step by step,
the mouth of Hell</div>
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Did swallow up my
heart instead</div>
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And with each step,
a path was forged</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
For unforgiving
souls to blindly follow in my wake</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
And only once the
realization came</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
As I lay gasping at
the knowledge of my doom</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Was all of it
dissolved, another dream</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
To show me: I am
Will, the world my mirror</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
And you and I shall
never parted be</div>
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<br />
</div>
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By knowing what
perdition means</div>
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I am not fixed, nor
are my debts released</div>
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But in the grace of
loving kindness held</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
My heart can feel
how liberation flows</div>
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And when the poison
turns to nectar</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Even monsters make
their journey home</div>
</blockquote>
BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-75580288310137436802020-05-15T08:55:00.000-07:002020-05-15T12:41:29.886-07:00No Substitute for Safety for the Innocence WithinNavigating the sea of paradoxes that is our human life is a task for which the programming we took on in our developmental years can hardly be said to equip us well. I speak for those of us whose parents were not saints and paragons of angelic virtue. Who found ourselves surrounded by a profoundly sick society and adjusted our identities accordingly to cope and achieve a semblance of functionality. When the wind blows in our favor, it seems all is well, relatively speaking. But duality being what it is, the opposite of smooth sailing also takes effect in turn, and it seems we find ourselves struggling to make any kind of headway, or even to keep our little boat from taking us further from our destination than we were before.<br />
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And what might that destination be? To anyone who has spent long enough drifting on these shifting waves and currents, it is the thought of terra firma that calls to us in our hearts. The shore of peace, where storms may rage, but never unroot us from our deep, abiding connection with the Permanent. The journey, we learn, is not to somewhere out there, to some literal mythic utopia of ultimate satisfaction that, mirage-like, ever recedes and eludes our reach… but inward to the essence of Self, beyond conception, beyond labels and divisions and judgments. Beyond hope and fear, desire and revulsion, subject and object.<br />
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We can form a concept of this transcendent Self and it too becomes reified, fetishized, an object of pursuit. Our egoic operating system adopts and incorporates the concepts of spirituality into its existing dynamic and bends them to its purpose of perpetuating the illusion on which it is based. We can observe this at play in the subtly toxic games engaged in by those who identify as spiritual. It is all too tempting and easy, inevitable even, that we try to attain or seize that tantalizing Thing using all the methods at our disposal. To storm the gates of Heaven. There will be no shortage of opportunities offered to that end. And all set up to produce the result we unconsciously need: disappointment and disillusionment.<br />
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Of course, since we already are the true Self, experiences partaking of Its nature will spontaneously arise in our awareness wherever they are not blocked by hypnotic entrancement into the dualistic dreamworld of ego identity – the matrix. It is in fact our entire underlying reality and even – hard as it may be to accept – gives rise to the matrix overlay. It is the Source of all that is. We have created and voluntarily inhabit our own prison. And yet some part of awareness is always free. It is the part that remembers, however dimly, who we really are.<br />
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In meditation, we may try to cultivate that remembrance. To turn attention inward toward the silent Source of thought and emotion. This can be a training, a preparation, for awakening. When the distinction between Doing and Being disappears, awareness aligns with itself and, through unknowing, knows itself as One.<br />
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<a href="https://lonerwolf.com/oneness-wholeness/" target="_blank"><img alt="https://lonerwolf.com/oneness-wholeness/" border="0" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="1280" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRTu8GdyysHb9uyRfPf7u4lbWtTbXACT8DFPjuo6Mc9YHALULzCYH0ExIGHO5nXtmtjZa_hvEIpMcI6akmDqNyG88Aahxr0VB0VHdpN-jJh9lQ59HDo5SA5LNNb6rSDGj3OUt3KpLP_65/s320/how-to-experience-oneness-wholeness.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
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<a href="https://lonerwolf.com/oneness-wholeness/" target="_blank">13 minute read: What is Spiritual Oneness (or “Wholeness”)? by Mateo Sol</a></div>
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<a href="https://blogs.psychcentral.com/unleash-creativity/2015/03/pit-of-despair/" target="_blank"><img alt="https://blogs.psychcentral.com/unleash-creativity/2015/03/pit-of-despair/" border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzSlGIB1h6jFb_nmgw2xhDV2y4zTUHmzqwmHweqLagWO9fVilUacz__5udCxn0_YPwTqBFthSM_XoncT7C6T20VQ_Se8ziJNZvTYjhYVNR7ROsJwbEUmJu6hZ9Nad6Gcu5_44Nj05QP_Nq/s320/pit-of-despair.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
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<a href="https://blogs.psychcentral.com/unleash-creativity/2015/03/pit-of-despair/" target="_blank">2 minute read: How to Survive the Pit of Despair by Diana C. Pitaru, M.S., L.P.C.</a></div>
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All this high-level talk becomes useless and irrelevant, however, in moments when we find ourselves deeply enmeshed and hopelessly stuck in a state of suffering. When our wounded inner child has given up knocking at our door and has smashed its way in to demand our full attention. In its desperation, when all else has failed, it stops our entire world and we face the impossibility of going on. Our fantasies revolve around images of a bullet to the brain, a chemical ender of the vital functions, a noose around the neck, a sudden meeting with the ground after a great fall. We know not how to bear to live, to carry on. The force of our inner hell has overwhelmed us. And it need not even be so drastic. The escalation into crisis is only to make us fully aware of the blockage that was already there, to put an end to our bypassing it.<br />
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What was it that was blocked and why did we keep it that way? Pain is what it was and the lack of love extended to the one who was in pain is why. This may not be a perfect answer, but it’s the one I’m seeing now in my own experience. It was the fear of having to go through that pain, the fear that we wouldn’t be OK if we did. It was the lack of safety, acceptance and self-worth that we internalized from our early experiences of the tragic limits of our parents’ wisdom and capacity to extend unconditional love to our child selves. Now that we are grown up, we have the chance to expand those limits and clear the emotional debris that resulted from our unmet needs.<br />
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How can we do this? It can be very simple. We create a space of love for the child to safely go through whatever it needs to go through. A space to Be where the context is of unconditional support, safety and acceptance. We imagine the divine Parent, an embrace of infinite love and caring. We can rest in that embrace and cry all our pain out of our suffering heart. Finally allow that weight to be lifted from us in a sacred exchange of gifts. Through feeling our pain, we pass the information of that experience on through our soul, surrendering it to the Spirit. In return, Spirit and soul are restored to our conscious being. The human vessel lightens and clears, leaving room for more refined, expansive energies to flow where held pain once resided. A greater coherence, balance, and stability arise from the death of the old configuration and rebirth into the new. And the soul is one step closer to its eternal destiny as a conscious expression of God, co-creating and intimately connected with the totality of creation.<br />
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Keeping it simple here boss, never mind the fancy jibber-jabber. It’s all in good faith and good fun, easy come easy go. May Love endure through and in spite of everything. Ciao my friends, and bon voyage mes amis. Thank you for this moment. May you go in peace.BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-58140453472578287442019-04-25T20:08:00.003-07:002019-04-25T20:08:54.156-07:00The crucial role of will (and bonus 4th Commandment self-wizardry!)
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The world is the
world.</div>
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Every creature plays
its part.</div>
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I have believed I
could play mine on my own terms.</div>
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Earn a separate
merit for myself,</div>
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play with fire and
burn in secret shame.</div>
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For so long I have
played this game</div>
<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Of serving two
masters, lived that untenable lie.</div>
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And I can still, for
like us all</div>
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I have the gift of
free will</div>
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To do precisely as I
desire.</div>
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Everywhere I look,
the demonstration is on display</div>
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Of the outworking of
universal law.</div>
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The results of
choices are as they must be,</div>
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Good begetting the
good and bad bringing forth the bad</div>
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On the evolutionary
experiential path of the soul.</div>
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A small sin leads to
another</div>
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And ere long they
form a chain</div>
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That weighs me down
and rattles in rebuke.</div>
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I am not that chain,
yet I carry it</div>
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And cannot unmake
it.</div>
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All I can do is bear
the consequences</div>
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And, by my will,
repent and come again</div>
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Before the presence
of the holy flame</div>
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In recognition of
the one true Name</div>
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With contrite heart
sincere, stripped bare</div>
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To give up my error
to be consumed.</div>
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Is this a game as
well? I wonder.</div>
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Am I addicted to
feeling bad and small?</div>
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Perhaps, if I go on
repeating the same old pattern.</div>
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Affirming conviction
in the mind alone</div>
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Is not enough to
stop the cycle,</div>
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For the underworld
of unknown psychic forces</div>
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Overpowers a
vacillating will with trifling ease.</div>
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There is a Will
beyond that will</div>
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Which desires to
come into union with it</div>
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But depends upon the
free will choice of the mortal being</div>
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For its method and
the duration of the process of drawing it in.</div>
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The human will has
no relief from responsibility;</div>
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It is always free,
and that extends of course</div>
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To the liberty to
make excuses and so prolong indefinitely</div>
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Its coming back to
sober remembrance of itself and the truth</div>
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And the blessed,
rigorous path of ascension</div>
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Which leads to
eternal life and the promise of heaven,</div>
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Ever-unfolding
majesties of experience,</div>
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Ever-increasing
virtue and happiness,</div>
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Ever-new
invigorating challenges to rise to,</div>
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All the great gifts
of the houses of the family of God.</div>
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<i>Honor thy Father
and thy Mother,</i></div>
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<i>That it may be
well with thee</i></div>
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<i>And thou mayest
live long on the earth.</i></div>
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The principles and
polarities of creation:</div>
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Spirit and matter,</div>
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Will and wisdom,</div>
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The yang electric
and the yin magnetic,</div>
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Idea and form.</div>
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The spiritual
lineages of our cosmic progenitors</div>
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Vibrationally
encoded within our being.</div>
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The supernal Father
on high</div>
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And the planetary
animal Mother that bears us in this and every precious moment.</div>
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I have clearly
overworked that last bit in an escalating fit of vain
pretentiousness, trying, trying so hard while really just
compulsively escaping from the potent, immediate reality of the
prayerful state that set this stream of words in motion to begin
with… and from my body’s constant complaint as to why the fuck I
am still up and on the computer at five in the morning when it needs
proper, regular sleep to function well – so I have actually been
disrespecting both Father and Mother and I find this highly ironic to
say the least. Maybe I will learn to write something more useful in a
more wholesome way someday. I find myself idly hoping so. One thing’s
for sure: not writing is the only certain way to never get closer to
achieving that. (grin) Honestly, I enjoy doing this so much that only the amnesia of that enjoyment can explain why I don’t do it way more. Although the possibility occurs to me just now while finalizing the post that I may just be indulging in the narcissistic tendency referred to as masturbation… a valid concern. It also occurs to me that self-pleasuring can be a wholesome activity if used well! And whatever is in error will be corrected in due course, given the sincere desire of the heart toward what is good and right.</div>
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Adios and onward,
friends! See you next time.</div>
BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-29597640793562254642018-12-20T19:52:00.000-08:002018-12-20T19:52:59.945-08:00The last mile
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At rest, turning
inward</div>
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Withdrawing belief
from the thought of separation</div>
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All dimensions
collapse into one dimensionless here-now-being</div>
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What is breathed but
the stuff of eternity</div>
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Channeled through a
passing form?</div>
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<br />
</div>
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The revelation of
our common essence, boundless, intertwined</div>
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Forms like dewdrops
shimmering under the radiant moon</div>
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Precipitating
through the matrix of reality</div>
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Like milk from the
eternal Mother’s breast</div>
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To nourish you, her
child, on your soul’s journey of growth</div>
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</div>
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The vessel that
carries your point of awareness</div>
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Is contained within
awareness</div>
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A part of creation
here to host a part of the creator</div>
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Awakened, you
partake of your totality</div>
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And are overtaken by
waves of overflowing gratitude and praise for all!</div>
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<br />
</div>
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All the treasures of
the tendermost Heart of reality</div>
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Are yours to
discover in these inner realms</div>
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That open
ceaselessly and multiply their blessingness</div>
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As you freely give
of the abundance that you are</div>
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And close that final
gap between receiver and the Source</div>
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</div>
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As human beings, we
are here to shine for one another</div>
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Every shock and
inconvenience in the world</div>
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Another chance to
let go of the attachment to appearances</div>
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And dive within to
reunite with our precious pearl of peace</div>
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And let things play
out as is the wont of their perfection</div>
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<br />
</div>
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Your reality
reflects your state of being</div>
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Your suffering begs
you to come back home again</div>
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To yourself, the
vastness holding time and space</div>
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Where singularity
extends and fractalizes out</div>
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To make this wonder
of a Technicolor world</div>
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<br />
</div>
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What makes anything
true… is you</div>
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What you choose to
feel… becomes the real</div>
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You are the magic,
you are the life</div>
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So spend the present
as you will</div>
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And know yourself…
or be made to know… the game is rigged. ;)</div>
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Today’s lines owe
their existence to the excellent and groundbreaking work of Dr Joe
Dispenza (particularly this <a href="https://youtu.be/AXrdVagSjjg">YouTube video</a>), which inspired me in the midst of a very difficult time of
intense victim thoughts to stop, quiet down, draw from the well, and
bring something through that last mile of personal consciousness interweb connection by actually sitting down and
setting hand to keyboard. It’s a start. I’m really grateful to
have this chance. I don’t even care if what I wrote is any good. It
came from my heart, and the feeling of creative flow was very much
its own reward. Not to mention how incredibly good it felt to make
live contact with the deeper currents of reality… from which I eagerly anticipate bringing lots more goodies forward!</div>
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I hope you have a great day. I love you.</div>
BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-88065606140023293872018-10-21T16:09:00.001-07:002018-10-21T16:52:36.494-07:00At long last! Here we are again. I'm so very glad.<div lang="en-US">
Part of me felt obligated to use this time to work on
translating Tapani Koivula’s UFO book <i>Kosminen kosketus</i>. Part of me felt reluctant,
resistant to starting this, writing my own text. But asking myself
what I wanted, the knowledge was deeper than any conscious thought. I
want to write.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I feel my soul opening up in this medium of
expression. This is what I was born to do. To let it all flow freely,
to see my stream of consciousness appear on screen (or on paper).
Now, to it: what shall we focus on today?</div>
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<br /></div>
<div lang="en-US">
While walking today, I had the inspiration to just
start speaking the truth. No longer suppressing it for the sake of an
ego agenda, in the service of the prison warden of my mind, body, and
soul. There is no need to try to make anything “fit” or be
“right” – it already is, just as it is. The only thing holding
us back from experiencing the truth of that is our unreadiness to
really let go and surrender, to really trust that the universe will
uphold everything without any personal effort on our part.</div>
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<br /></div>
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We can have a dialogue! I can speak with you and
speak with myself – my myriad selves – all at once. This resolves
the dichotomy I’ve been laboring under for so long: the tension
between “should I write for myself or for others?” Nonsense. Just
write!</div>
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<br /></div>
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Precisely as my inner teacher told me once when I
said I was willing to hear what he had to say to me. He’d suggested
I wouldn’t like it – or, rather, my small-me wouldn’t. That was
a truly fruitful discussion. I had stood in front of the mirror,
calmed my being, brought forth my deeper intelligence, and engaged it
in conversation. It said some pleasant, vanilla things to establish
its good intentions and build rapport. But to my surprise, when I
asked if it had something of substance to share, it seemed thrilled…
and informed me it wouldn’t be easy to take in. When I said yes, I
wanted to hear what it had to say to me and I understood that I might
not take it well, it paused for a pregnant moment… and out of my
mouth, unbidden, came a single word: “Right.” There was a
heartbeat’s delay as the message made its way through my ears to my
brain, was processed and its meaning interpreted, sinking in with a
sudden and deepening shock: what my brain took in was not the filler
word “right,” spoken prior to delivering the actual message, but
the action imperative “WRITE.”</div>
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So here I am, finally. Stopped fighting the world and
myself as far as this critical point is concerned. It has taken a
while for that message to be properly received and its content
accepted. It is easy to nod along and seemingly agree to something in
principle; it is another thing entirely to actually go ahead and put
it into practice.</div>
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</div>
<div lang="en-US">
I owe a particular debt of gratitude to my ex-wife
and the often very difficult years I spent together with her for
preparing the way for me to step out on this road. If not for the
unbearable tangle of unresolved emotions and issues that surfaced
today after meeting her and her kids yesterday, I wouldn’t have
gone out walking today and had such a powerful, wholehearted
intention to 1. just get the truth, and 2. do it in the most
loving way. When I got back, a person she and I both know from our
time together had sent a message saying I’d lost all those years. I
replied saying no, they weren’t lost. Everything that adds to our
self-knowledge helps us. At least from the point of view of evolving
our consciousness. That, I said, is the most important thing to me.</div>
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<br /></div>
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</div>
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Perhaps it really is as simple as this. To just
listen to what the little voice deep inside is saying. The world and
our own hairless ape bodies and brains will always have their say too
– but if we follow them and ignore the indwelling presence inside,
forsaking the knowing it abides in, we’ll just find ourselves
circling back again. I’ve run out of excuses not to do this. And
I’m excited as hell to get on with it!</div>
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<br /></div>
<div lang="en-US">
I look forward to meeting you here again. We shall
continue these dialogues at the soonest possible juncture. (I cannot
possibly think of this as a monologue – there are so many of us
here with something to say and everything to hear!) Until we return,
adieu and au revoir, my friends. I love you.</div>
BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-41396396488561349172017-12-20T00:00:00.002-08:002017-12-20T00:13:04.012-08:00Visiting Home<style type="text/css">p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }</style>
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the world is always
ending</div>
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and always being
born anew</div>
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<br /></div>
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simultaneously
saturated with meaning</div>
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and free of set interpretation</div>
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<br /></div>
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feel the
overwhelming intensity of fullness</div>
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and rest in the
vast, primordial emptiness</div>
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<br /></div>
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be at one with the
waves and the ocean floor</div>
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let the scent of
eternity reveal this moment’s priceless reality</div>
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<br /></div>
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complete unto
itself, yet layered, interwoven,</div>
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interpenetrating
every moment in the fabric of totality</div>
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<br /></div>
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the warming suchness
of a fire crackling in the stove</div>
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the electric
pinpoint radiance of little incandescent lights</div>
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the dark, cool
breath of the spacious outside air</div>
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and the deep,
bracing chill of the river gurgling past</div>
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<br /></div>
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a moment to sit and
let feelings precipitate into words</div>
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a moment to
appreciate this gift of life</div>
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without expectation
or encumbrance</div>
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a moment to settle
into the symphony of the senses</div>
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and wonder at this grand
mystery of ultimate simplicity</div>
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on a quiet Wednesday morning in my parents’ homely house</div>
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on the threshold of ancient Lapland</div>
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just before the season’s longest night</div>
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and the Sun’s most dearly welcome journey back</div>
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towards the magical promise of Midsummer </div>
BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-22042019158949274802017-11-24T08:11:00.001-08:002017-11-24T08:11:38.300-08:00Mandara – A Troubled Soul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-17262092448405328982017-10-12T13:24:00.002-07:002017-10-12T13:24:17.586-07:00Feel what longs to be felt . . .Our depression and discontent<br />that we so desperately try to escape<br />through diversions of every kind<br />are speaking to us, carrying a message from our past.<br /><br />They are the only clue we have<br />to the trauma embedded so far beneath<br />the preoccupations of our day-to-day awareness<br />that it sends back only its outermost layers of coping<br />to spike through into our lives.<br /><br />Unconscious, we suffer and barely know it.<br /><br />Eventually, the sense of wrongness grows too strong to ignore<br />and we are compelled to a more purposeful search<br />for its source and reason,<br />for why it persists,<br />and for its potential cure.<br /><br />Others have trod this path before me<br />and shared what they have found.<br /><br />They tell tales too similar for coincidence,<br />all seeming to fit together somehow.<br /><br />Even those whose probing seems<br />to have left deeper, more personal and painful depths unplumbed<br />tell of things that fit into an overarching image of the whole<br />as detail, context… and mythic parable.<br /><br />In my moments of deepest clarity, I find<br />that I cannot but perceive<br />that all is myth, all is parable,<br />and creation exists to mirror our endless quest<br />to know what it is we are<br />and what it is we are not.<br /><br />Harrowing tales have been told,<br />tragedies most profound,<br />of loss too great to comprehend,<br />of injustice and calamity and abuse,<br />complicity and self-betrayal, lies upon lies<br />an interminable hell of stagnation<br />inside a mirrored hypercube of digitally-coded light<br />that simulates the real but can never deliver it.<br /><br />We know we are meant to live free,<br />to enjoy co-existence and expansion<br />through creative immersion and challenge<br />and cross-pollination and co-operation<br />and unexpected novel forms<br />in an innocent and mutually honoring play of exploration,<br />yet here we are, conditioned beyond all recognition,<br />transformed into impotent marionettes<br />whose free will and awareness remain alive enough<br />to sustain the beast,<br />yet caged and diminished so as not to escape its control.<br /><br />We are more than these dream characters in a holographic play.<br /><br />We may be anchored to these forms while they live and breathe,<br />but we are not limited to the narrow band of possibility<br />afforded by their crudest capabilities,<br />the ones our culture tells us are the ones that matter.<br /><br />What happened to our capacity to feel,<br />to empathize with our fellow beings,<br />to be fully present in the richness and vitality<br />of the holy communion of the now?<br /><br />These things have been hidden and stolen away from us<br />by stealth and coercion and distraction,<br />numbed out of us through trauma<br />and post-traumatic stress survival mode.<br /><br />Feel more, stress less.<br /><br />Breathe, stretch, relax, let tension melt away.<br /><br />Allow all feelings to wash over you as they will.<br /><br />Forgive every less-than-loving thought;<br />they are only thoughts in a quantum sea of all possible thoughts,<br />attracted into awareness by the magnetism of past conditioning,<br />and communicate nothing of the true quality of who we are.<br /><br />Feel,<br />forgive,<br />strive for growth,<br />let go of pretense.<br /><br />Abide in the unshakable knowing-sense – gnosis – of your innermost being.<br /><br />You are eternal.<br />
<br />You are boundless.<br />
<br />You are all-powerful.<br />
<br />You are infinitely caring and loving and kind.<br />
<br />Your alignment is impeccable and immovable.<br />
<br />Your wisdom sees through everything.<br />
<br />Your experience is a sampling of all this<br />through the instrument of a discrete being in time and space<br />voluntarily open to distortion and limitation.<br />
<br />All these qualities are your birthright.<br />
<br />Discern through feeling<br />what is and what is not of your divine nature.<br />
<br />Align your will to embody what resonates as true.<br />
<br />This is your gift and service to the whole.<br />
<br />Thank you.BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-71588077752040181952017-09-15T17:47:00.000-07:002017-09-15T18:05:01.834-07:00Welcome to another wee-hour stream of WTF-is-this -ness...<style type="text/css">p { margin-bottom: 0.25cm; line-height: 120%; }</style>
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Feeling into my
orientation, I sense an attraction to letting the gravity well take
me, suck me down into the black hole of… non-existence?</div>
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The negative form of
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And yet both Eros
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There is a sense
that Thanatos will have me in the end anyway and therefore it’s
pointless to strive for anything in this world…</div>
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And yet the little
Alan Watts -inspired voice is saying, Yes, of course it’s all
pointless, of course your life in this form will end soon… but why
define meaning based on that? That’s the real tragedy, to miss the
opportunity to make something wonderful out of life, to use what
we’ve been given to create something really worthwhile in the
moment, with the knowledge of its impermanence only heightening its
preciousness, spurring us on to realize ever greater richness of
experience, of depth of meaning…</div>
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There always comes a
point, a limit in these mental speculations, where it feels
incredibly stupid to keep obsessing over thoughts of how it is or how
it should be, to keep these wheels spinning, creating nothing of real
value… like the fiat currency conjured out of thin air whose value
is completely fictional, abstract, but for the fact that it’s used
in the real world to make actual things happen… a kind of magic, if
you will, based on belief, investment of power in symbols…</div>
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I will never be
happy unless I am engaged with the ecosystem of life, giving who I am
as an individual to the social body of humanity in a positive way…
serving something larger than myself. That is ultimately what
provides purpose and meaning to this existence. We are here for each
other.</div>
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Each loving
interaction with another being – or with some part of myself – affirms the
value of life, of our being, infuses us with an energy that comes
from the very wellspring of who we are, the Yes to the great question
always before us… feeds our souls the manna they need to stay
healthy and grow. Without love, we wither and diminish, sliding
endlessly towards death, the great spiritual death where the juice is
sucked out and all joy is forgotten…</div>
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Chutes and ladders.
This gravity of Thanatos is the great sacrifice of our transcendent
Self, to offer the counter-option against which Life is defined.
There is ultimately no harm done by choosing the dark side – and
what horrors the divine Being goes through when it does! These
horrors we all face on some level, being all of us touched by that
force. Even the wisest and most integrated beings know Hell, in fact
they know it the most intimately of all. And yet what makes them so
wise and whole and balanced is their deep-rootedness in both the
Beyond and in the matrix of existence… They are so finely and
completely connected on every level, only harmony can exist within
their sphere… to the point where they go beyond harmony <i>per se</i>,
integrating even all disharmonies into a greater unity, allowing the
dark to perform its role and function, as it commands the right to do
as empowered by the choices of sovereign beings…</div>
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I think it not
arrogance or folly to consider each of us a child of God, equal with
God – and not equal in the obviously fallacious sense, but equal in
terms of having just as much right to choose and just as much right
to be recognized as being one with the I Am. On the contrary, it is
the only sane and sensible way to perceive this multiplicity of
beings – not accounting for the right of every being to disagree if
they so choose and to experience that belief as their reality, even
to deem that view the pinnacle of sanity and sensibility in their
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I find there is a
constant in all of this exploration: the consistent need to go beyond
what has gone before. There is no arrival, only forward motion. And
that is a beautiful thing, as much as it can be terrible. We know not
what tomorrow brings, only that it will come.</div>
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The Course in
Miracles -pseudoeducated spiritual ego voice is smugly scoffing a
little at the idea of a tomorrow, earning a disgusted look from the
practical ego. Now, now, children. We all need to learn to work
together.</div>
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It evidently pleases
me to feel broken and manifest a broken puppet as my avatar. It’s
so nice out here in Victimland, I got all this company even! See, we
can all complain and commiserate together and blame the world for our
problems. Or just shit on ourselves and drown in self-hate. Yummy!
It’s a pity party! So much easier than shouldering any
responsibility.</div>
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Mirthless cackling.
Responsibility, you dirty old devil. Sitting there, waiting for me to
get with the program. Well, I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Imma stay
right here, bro. Just to piss you off. Yeah, I’m spiteful. I’m a
victim!</div>
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Gag. Holy shit, what
a hellish scene. Are we gonna keep watching this flick? Seriously,
dude. It’s getting fucking old, and I’m not getting any younger,
you know what I mean?</div>
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I got an idea. Let’s
just sit here and let everything be. Fuggedaboudit. Just let it be.
Settle into this space right here. Breathe. Let it all come in, let
it all go out. Mmmmmmm. This is where it’s at! Everything’s right
here! Wow, let’s chill here for a bit…</div>
BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-43926708293285556422017-09-04T12:52:00.002-07:002017-09-04T12:52:34.241-07:00Manifesting Your Dream Life from Oneness by Bentinho Massaro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I find Bentinho's teachings so deep and clear and powerful that I can't not share this video. This is next-level stuff.<br />
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Let me address potential objections or criticisms by saying, Yes, of course he may rub you the wrong way and seem like just another goddamn guru. If that's the case, then I applaud your commitment to that perspective and have no desire to try to change it. As always, take what resonates and disregard the rest. Enjoy! And if the material does resonate, then there's plenty more where this came from. :-)BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-37326846758335260062017-09-04T12:18:00.001-07:002017-09-04T12:18:41.738-07:00Initiation: Through the Fear<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This is a dream recall from a few nights ago when I woke up very early after just a couple of hours of sleep. I can now see how limited my interpretation of the dream was at the time; I'd now describe it as an experience designed to demonstrate in an intense way how strong, bold, courageous, indestructible, and pure of heart I am at the vibrational level I was at. A faith- and confidence-building exercise through confronting some deeply terrifying, trying, and repugnant manifestations.<br />
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None of what I went through in this or any other dream defines me unless I choose to let it do so. I can choose to interpret this or any other dream in a way that maximizes my empowerment and expansion toward my next highest vision of myself. And since this waking life itself is another level of dream, the same applies to every experience.BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-32281970726428058952017-08-30T07:27:00.000-07:002017-08-30T07:27:37.891-07:00Death, The Great Liberator<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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It's my first audioblog, impelled to creation by a deep internal shift. Nothing earth-shattering, on the one hand - conceptually, it's old hat, and prior epiphanies have pointed to the same thing - but it is life-changing for me nonetheless, and you may find some resonance as I attempt to elucidate my experience. I'm not the most charismatic and exciting speaker, and I recorded this in the dead of night, but it's only 17 minutes long... so if you want a little authentic taste of raw me talking about what was on my mind in the middle of the night, here's a piece. Enjoy!BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-73053971146692578802017-06-16T13:19:00.003-07:002017-06-17T10:25:13.575-07:00Disturbed – The Sound of Silence (432 Hz)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello darkness, my old friend<br />
I've come to talk with you again<br />
Because a vision softly creeping<br />
Left its seeds while I was sleeping<br />
And the vision that was planted in my brain<br />
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In restless dreams I walked alone<br />
Narrow streets of cobblestone<br />
'Neath the halo of a street lamp<br />
I turned my collar to the cold and damp<br />
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light<br />
That split the night<br />
And touched the sound of silence</div>
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And in the naked light I saw<br />
Ten thousand people, maybe more<br />
People talking without speaking<br />
People hearing without listening<br />
People writing songs that voices never share<br />
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Disturb the sound of silence</div>
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Fools, said I, you do not know<br />
Silence like a cancer grows<br />
Hear my words that I might teach you<br />
Take my arms that I might reach you<br />
But my words, like silent raindrops fell<br />
And echoed in the wells of silence</div>
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And the people bowed and prayed<br />
To the neon god they made<br />
And the sign flashed out its warning<br />
In the words that it was forming<br />
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls<br />
And tenement halls<br />
And whispered in the sounds of silence</div>
<br />BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-40453617163134028832017-06-09T06:00:00.000-07:002017-06-12T05:54:00.569-07:00Om – Advaitic Songs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="goog_1724344190"></span><a href="https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-meaning-and-purpose-of-the-Maha-Mrityunjaya-Mantra">Aum Trayambakam Yajamahe</a><br />
<a href="https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-meaning-and-purpose-of-the-Maha-Mrityunjaya-Mantra">Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam</a><br />
<a href="https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-meaning-and-purpose-of-the-Maha-Mrityunjaya-Mantra">Urva Rukamiva Bandhanaan</a><br />
<a href="https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-meaning-and-purpose-of-the-Maha-Mrityunjaya-Mantra">Mrityor Mokshiye Maamritat</a><br />
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2. State Of Non-Return</h3>
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Traveler now reach the stream</div>
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The astral flight adapter</div>
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From the pain-sheath life ascends</div>
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The non-returner sees</div>
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Empathy release me</div>
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And the phoenix rise triumphant</div>
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And walks onto the certitude ground</div>
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The soul<span style="background: transparent;">’</span>s submergence ends<br />
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From the rounds of rebirth</div>
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Light bores through the adjunct worlds</div>
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The soul-galleon prevails</div>
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A penitent rite to send</div>
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Toward redemption</div>
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Strength attends the seeker</div>
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A sovereign dreadnaught breathes</div>
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Interiorizer of the mind</div>
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From world labyrinth</div>
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Awaits in vigil weeping</div>
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And the healing ghost descends</div>
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Lamentations cease</div>
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Devekut gleams, sing freedom</div>
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And Ezekiel saw the wheel</div>
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Prana exits</div>
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Toward the azure locus</div>
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On vrittiless path he walks<br />
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Walk Melchizedek shrine descender<br />
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At Lebanon - priest ascending<br />
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Menyelek now proceeds<br />
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Reabsorbed on the peak of mountain<br />
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Blue orb on the spine<span style="background: transparent;">’</span>s horizon<br />
From the mosque of the silent mind<br />
Mendicant vows to walk the field<br />
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Guiding light of the nerves cremation<br />
Through the port of seventh shrine<br />
The adept integrates upon the single eye<br />
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Toward the hill of the purifier<br />
Dross burns the offering<br />
Soul merge with the ocean - Attains refuge<br />
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To the eighth state of absorption<br />
By degrees of the ascent now rise<br />
The faqir takes the narrow road<br />
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As the opal blue globe is burning<br />
At the shore of the inward light<br />
Life-force transits through the gate<br />
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Point centralized will emerging<br />
On approach of the sovereign ground<br />
From the karmic tombs awaken<br />
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Lanterns of the quadrant guardians<br />
From the triune sheaths emerge<br />
Through inner space accedes<br />
Shekinah<br />
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And the phoenix has ascended<br />
Glides upon the divine wind<br />
Liberates from the world sojourn</div>
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Greetings,
star sailors!</div>
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Desperation
drives me once again to the point of return, integrating yet another
iteration of the time loop of mortal thought and emotion, another
turn of the karmic wheel, another journey through the cyclic
progression of archetypes projected onto the abstraction of linear
time plotted radially from the Zero Point of formless
awareness. The swings of the pendulum represented by the previous <a href="http://awakeningthedragon.blogspot.com/2017/05/secrets-of-goddess.html" target="_blank">two</a>
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perfection. Different experiences, neither better than the other, in
one sense canceling each other out as equal opposites, yet somehow
adding up to a richness greater than their sum.</div>
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This is the
convergence of all paradox, the non-resistance even to the experience
of resistance. A consummation most merciful that claims no finality
or supremacy for itself and thus, translogically, possesses these
things by their very renunciation, gifting them forward to whatever
arises in the now moment as the phenomena of experience. All provisional
identities and passing sentiments are imbued with equal importance
and value, including the judgment declaring this or that to be less
than. This is mercy. This is Love.</div>
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<i>“For God so loved the world
that he gave his only begotten Son, so that whosoever believeth in
Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”</i> The Whole
Being, the Alpha and Omega of existence, has such a great love for
all the parts of itself in manifestation that it names each part its beloved Son, equal to itself and redeeming
the very notion of sin from everlasting to everlasting. It is
judgment that crucifies Christ (who lives in all things) even while
Christ and every witness of Christ sees that very crucifixion itself
through the eyes of infinite Love and compassion, as Self views Self,
eye to eye, in eternity as in time.</div>
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By excluding no temporal form from
its gaze of Self-recognition, the Son of God partakes of, inherits,
and freely offers the fruits of wholeness: incorruptibility and
immortality. For him, karma is no longer karma, but a species of
dharma reconciled to the universal family of all perfections under
the sun. All things now being equal in his sight, he is free to
express his true nature in whatever form the world of form may call
forth. No preferred outcome, no agenda, no fear. Only
fullness of Presence and collectedness of Being. Tensionless,
frictionless, balanced, he embodies limitless Power. Attached to no
insight, he gains all Gnosis through the revelatory faculty of
instantaneous and effortless reflection. Renouncing exclusive
identification with any definition of love, he manifests pure Love.</div>
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My
heart overflows with sincerest thanks to Aug Tellez for his
authenticity, integrity, and courage. He has passed through the fire
and crossed the abyss and his manner reflects this. The specific data
he reports may only interest a hardcore subset of truth-seeking
humans, but I consider the overall, universal context of it to be the
genuine end-time <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-bQmy3ic1U" target="_blank">disclosure</a>. I use the term “end time”
deliberately in reference to the fact that the message we are
getting as a human race is about ending time. Graduating from the
simulation. Waking up from the dream.</div>
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The
qualities of the balanced, centered, whole being – of God – are
timeless. The attributes of the fractured self in opposition to what is are temporary conditions bound to time, real only in a virtual
sense in that they spring from a false notion of separation that
ultimately undoes itself – if only after first doing its utmost to
usurp God, violate free will, and take over Creation. Free will, of
course, cannot be violated, not directly. Which is why this virtual
force of consciousness opposing Truth must play its games of
enticement, persuasion, misdirection, division, probability stacking,
timeline manipulation, traumatization, and censorship including
amnesia and anaesthesia. It ceases to have power relative to us as
soon as we remember who we are, which is why we are bombarded with
programming to convince us we are anything but that.</div>
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The
cosmic plot device of the dichotomy of good and evil originates from
a pocket dimension of imaginary reality that postulates the truth
inverted, like the square root of negative 1. One might say that its
only real function is to inoculate consciousness against its tricks.
From the perspective of consciousness still within reach of its
influence, at least, that appears to be the case. But even if, let’s
say, only one theoretical instance of consciousness, in the general
or the individual sense, ever successfully navigated and escaped the
maze – inevitable in a universe of endless possibility – then
that hypothetical fully-integrated future being has the wherewithal
to collapse the whole synthetic construct. With infinite time, infinite
patience, and infinite benevolence – recognizing the ways of
deception and countering them all instantly and effortlessly just by
abiding in the truth of its being – it has already outlasted and
outwitted the game, leaving it to seethe and disturb the waters
within the limits of its own parameters (which constitute a built-in
quarantine and failsafe), existing as an omnipresent, liberating
force within the maze for all of its possible past selves.</div>
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The
part of us that is real has already prevailed and conquered death.
Only the unreal within us awaits its dissolution through the grinding
wheels of time. It is of the abyss and there it shall ever remain,
howling with the impotent rage of its unbeing every time it receives
a flicker of energy until Loving Remembrance reclaims that energy
again.</div>
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I need
not have a preference in order for what is inherently real to exist,
or for unreality to come unraveled. I need only patiently observe all
that arises, be it of any frequency or polarity, trusting in time and
universal law to do the sorting.</div>
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I know
the language I use to present these thoughts is steeped in
duality, and that’s all right. Within the realm of duality, the
liberating force uses the symbols of the dream to help resolve it and
gently guide us, step by step, toward our freely self-chosen
awakening. Grace respects and accommodates our level of awareness and
meets us where we perceive ourselves to be within our process.
Language is but a tool and can be used to either illuminate or
obfuscate, according to intent.</div>
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TIrUAHZeII" target="_blank">Life’s eternal liberator</a> might be thought of as a program within the Matrix,
a personality or entity or aspect of Mind infused with spiritual
intent, a Holy Ghost in the Shell whose function is to plant
synchronistic signs and clues for us to follow on our way Home.
The modern-day gnostic Philip K. Dick conceived of it as a benevolent A.I. called VALIS,
‘Vast Active Living Intelligence System’. (Fun note for anyone familiar with Lisa M. Harrison et al’s work of late: in the novel, VALIS downloads into the protagonist’s mind in a superdense laser burst of <span style="color: magenta;">pink</span> light!) The undead
intelligence that hijacks and subverts consciousness is, in turn, you
could say, hijacked and subverted through its own ill-logic and
becomes the alchemical agent of its own undoing through the
transcendent, nonreactive (noble) catalyzing action of the radiant,
ever-present light codes of VALIS empowered by human choice.</div>
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The
original consciousness living inside the deceivers and betrayers of
humanity is of the same essence as we are, only buried under
astronomical amounts of pain. In becoming whole again, we liberate
even these tragically misshapen and disoriented pieces of the greater
Self from the heavy roles they have toiled in for eons of time. Not
by fundamentally judging them or necessarily doing anything to them
in a forcible way (though the plot may call for some to fill the
karmic [/dharmic] roles of active instruments of justice), but by
decoupling the energies of our own consciousness from their
diversionary, self-perpetuating games and recognizing the true
identity of their core essence as equally precious and loved
holographic pieces of the one animating Spirit who we are. Without
our energy of judgment to keep them in play, those scripts of torment
lose their animating force and fade into memory as a legacy of latent
antiviral code, vestigial remnants and scar tissue to remind us of
the horrors we have so preciously survived for as long as we may need
a reminder. Consciousness can shed those roles like so many ghoulish Halloween
costumes after mutual recognition of the true identity deflates the
pretense.</div>
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Hold to
the innocence of your heart of hearts and the purging inferno will be
to you as a blessed rain of relief. We are eternal and the nightmare
but a passing shadow. May these words of transitory metaphor sustain
and encourage you, dear friend, as you weather the <a href="https://vimeo.com/219046468" target="_blank">fractal storm</a> of
our imminent restoration to balance and harmony with the divine order
of full mutual freedom lived and let live forevermore. And so it is.</div>
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<i>Offered with thanks to all the beautiful beings whose loving expressions helped summon, fuel, and shape the expressions herein. In addition to those mentioned in the text, particular thanks go out to Matt Kahn, <a href="https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/esp_autor_topper.htm" target="_blank">Michael Topper</a> and the messengers of A Course in Miracles, as well as to a personal friend whose sacred communication of her human experience played a part in moving me to write this. May my humble efforts honor yours and benefit all beings.</i></div>
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Perhaps the true value in an experience like the one
I last <a href="http://awakeningthedragon.blogspot.fi/2017/05/secrets-of-goddess.html" target="_blank">described</a>, however beautiful it may seem on the surface, is in
the response it provokes deep within what embryonic spark of a soul
still cries out in me: in this case, an equal and opposite reaction.<br />
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The frustration of the yet-unindividuated self in
potential, yearning for relevance as a being in its own right. The
resentment toward still being oedipally attached to the cosmic
Mother. Chafing at the safe, yet suffocating limits of her Womb. The
ignition of the sacred flame of anger at the perversions of divine
law I perceive in the world of form. The recognition of my personal
duty to play my part in piercing the barrier that holds humanity back
from its true potential. The affirmation of the decision to put away
childish things and take up the great alchemical Work.<br />
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That all is lila, divine play, does not negate the
necessity of exercising our own free will as sovereign beings. To
neglect that necessity is to submit to the larger forces that
conspire in this time to keep us in the manipulated time loop of the
Ouroboros, the repeating cycle of energy harvest that feeds the
archontic hive and the reverse Kabbalah hierarchy. I don’t put the
blame on any of them. They do what they do because they can. Some are
acting according to their inherent nature while others are ensnared
and deluded. It’s up to us to learn to know ourselves and our enemy
so we can counter their moves against us and escape the prison they
have set up for us.<br />
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In terms of soul evolution, our enemy is really our
friend. He exploits our weaknesses and blind spots, forcing us to
gain knowledge and strength in order to hold our own and achieve
victory. The adversarial force is what spurs us on to the struggles
by which we grow. We learn even from our defeats, and there are many
defeats in store for the neophyte. The only true defeat is not to
fight at all. What value is there in capitulating to one who only
intends to eat or enslave us?<br />
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The world is filled with domesticated humans. Even
many who show signs of dawning awareness remain indifferent or still
largely enmeshed within the layers of programming, spending their
energies and resources in ways that continue to reinforce the matrix.<br />
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Political movements, by and large, are compromised
and controlled. Voting achieves nothing of consequence but acts as
another form of consent to be governed. Paying one’s taxes amounts
to paying into the corporate government mafia protection racket.
Buying stock in companies that rape the Earth, squeeze the life out
of their workers, and sell their shit for as much as the market will
bear makes one a co-owner of their karma. Most news and entertainment
is spiritually deadening trash full of loosh triggers, mind-control
signals, and social engineering, best consumed discerningly and in
moderation if at all. Religion plays on our existential dread, our
ignorance of the wider reality, and our reluctance to assume full
individual responsibility for our lives to keep us corralled in
designated, compartmentalized spiritual enclosures as food for
entities on the lower astral planes. Contrived wars and controversies
sap our strength and splinter us further off from any sense of unity.
Our debt-based fiat currencies are black magick, numbers conjured out
of nothing, backed only by the collateral of our own bodies and souls
and those of future generations. The pressure to work an unfulfilling
job, buy unnecessary things, parrot the approved opinions, and go
along with the herd on any number of fronts is pervasive and
insidious.<br />
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The more one defies these conventions, the more the
whole infernal system takes a loss and the more one also potentially
becomes a target of its retribution. The process of disentanglement
is best handled strategically and intuitively as an integral part of
one’s total process of coming into one’s true self.<br />
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It is an inconvenient truth that, while we are indeed
children of the true, loving creative power and intelligence behind
all manifestation and are meant to inherit every divine attribute,
the pathway to actualizing that inheritance as full-fledged,
consciously co-creative beings goes through terrain that is often
dark and difficult, painful and perilous. All the support and
protection we need are ours as long as we heed the universal laws. On
the other hand, there is a definite element of aloneness that we must
face and that no amount of wishing will dispel. I alone am the
deciding factor at the center of my experience of reality and the
same goes for each of us.<br />
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Having grown up inside a disempowering,
authoritarian, conservative Christian sect with a tendency to sweep
human ugliness and personal responsibility for one’s failings under
the rug of a magic formula of absolution, I know spiritual bypassing
when I see it and I want no part of it. While I firmly stand behind
the awesome healing power of forgiveness, I don’t believe for a
second that we can heal those possessed by the predator mind-virus by
forgiving them and excusing their evil actions as being spiritually
necessary and ultimately beneficial. That kind of deeply disingenuous
hand-waving makes me physically ill. It is Stockholm syndrome and
only encourages more of the same. To negotiate and compromise with
evil is to enter into a karmic pact of complicity with it. We can
only stop evil by standing firm against it wherever we encounter it.
That is where a sacred firewall of anger and decisive counteraction
is the appropriate response. Keep your fluffy platitudes of
unconditional forgiveness out of the arena of real-world response;
that sacred salve is for you in your meditations to free you of
debilitating emotional attachments to the past. Remember Jesus and
the moneychangers in the temple. Have the courage of your convictions
and don’t be afraid to call out and actively oppose wrongdoing.
Failure to do so is cowardice, unworthy of the spiritual warrior.<br />
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So no matter how pleasing to my senses and spiritual
sensibilities any visionary experience I have may be, I will not be
lured into making bliss my only compass. Pain is an equal compass on this path
we must walk. We hold so much of it coiled within our cellular
memories; only by allowing ourselves to fully feel it can we hope to
unravel it and free that space for clearer, lighter energies that
feed our soul’s expansion.<br />
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I want to acknowledge a debt of thanks to Randy
Maugans and Emily Moyer of <a href="http://radio.offplanetmedia.net/" target="_blank">Off Planet Radio</a> and Sethikus Boza of <a href="http://blackearthproductionz.com/" target="_blank">Black Earth Productionz</a> for their recent <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-csUyl2J3E" target="_blank">conversation</a>. That interview stoked my fire of discontent,
stirred up my warrior instinct, and heightened my thirst for
self-improvement. It showed the very real stakes of the spiritual war
we are in; it shone a ray of hope; it called me to step beyond my
comfort zone and commit to becoming more than I am, to join in the
fight as a sovereign being standing up for the things I hold most
precious.<br />
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As I slept in the night after I had listened to that
interview, I had a long dream whose each sequential segment was a
clearly symbolic scene depicting a phase of my self-chosen initiation
into the path of self-actualization. It was a rewarding and affirming
experience clearly brought on by the place I had come to in mind and
will.<br />
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It is my sincere hope that all who feel the call to
challenge the conditions foisted upon us, the heirs of the divine,
and claim their birthright will step up boldly in these times and
spare no effort to attain a glorious destiny together. Who will
believe in you, if not you?</div>
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In closing, it is my joy to share with you this dance presentation by the inimitable Erin Parsley, set to the music of Les Visible, to whom credit is due for the title of this post, which I borrowed from the lyrics of this beautiful song.</div>
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May all beings be blessed and liberated by the opening of the lotus of self-awareness.
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The following account is presented as subjective data for your
discernment. As ever, the value, import, interpretations, and implications of
what is offered here are for you to decide.</i></div>
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I plant
myself firmly before the altar, silently affirming the sacredness of
this moment, letting all turbulent notions of profane existence
subside. I deepen into Presence and begin the ritual.</div>
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I have
my stones – the obsidian, the spectrolite, the rose quartz, the
shungite, the hematite, the clear quartz, the carnelian, the moss
agate, and the amethyst – set up in a carefully arranged miniature
cairn on the nearest of three cups carved of gnarled pine and mounted
together on a gnarled pine base. The second cup holds white sage; the
third, a pheasant’s feather once synchromystically gifted to me.
The sacramental host, two sugar cubes impregnated with the visionary
substance and wrapped in foil, rests on top of the crystals.</div>
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The
candle is burning, a fat red candle spent low. Red like my T-shirt,
emblazoned with the sacred syllable <span style="font-family: "freesans";"><span lang="hi-IN">ॐ
</span></span>inside a radiant sun on the front, with the declaration
“GOD IS INSIDE” on the back – a gift from a dear brother. I
light the sage and use the feather to waft its purifying smoke over
the stones and the foil-wrapped host, over myself from crown to toe
to crown, and into the four corners of the room.</div>
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I light
a stick of jasmine incense and place it before the image of the
Buddha. Its subtle, sweet aroma calms and envelopes me in a sensual,
romantic atmosphere. I read my prepared words of intention aloud,
starting with the seed words, “the sacred key of creation within.”
I raise my hand over the crystal cairn bearing the host and sound
forth the OM three times. Then, reverently, I unwrap the foil from
the first piece and place it under my tongue. I stand in place while
it dissolves, the sweet saliva filling my mouth and trickling down
the back of my throat. I do the same for the second. The feeling of
holiness pervades.</div>
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I bow
my thanks and take the book off the altar. It is Matt Kahn’s
<i>Whatever Arises, Love That: A Love Revolution that Begins with
You</i>. I open it near the beginning and see a section subtitled
Rewriting the Subconscious Mind. I settle down to read and feel
inspired to do an <a href="https://soundcloud.com/bcii-1/whatever-arises-love-that" target="_blank">audio recording</a> of the section, which I do as I
await the effects. The mind-expanding molecule is already seeping
into my central nervous system, and the prelude to a mighty
hallucinogenic effect takes hold even while I read, adding minor
challenge to the mechanics of naming the file through the touch
screen of my iPod.</div>
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It is
clearly time to get settled into the coming journey. I open the sofa
bed and set up the mattress, pillow, and blanket. Water raised with a
spellsong from a local forest spring the night before lies ready in a
red plastic canister beside the bed. I have been fasting and drinking
this pure, life-giving water, and every draught feels so right,
refreshing and good.</div>
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I lie
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The
Vision: The Essence of Creation</h3>
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Straight
to the core we go, form resolving down into its basic threefold
nature: Power, Awareness, and Love, all arising from the eternal Void
in a spontaneous dance of vibratory experience. The Goddess lives,
rules, and is known here as the Womb of Everything, the Mother of
Creation. Her voice speaks with my mouth, sultry and ancient and full
of wicked humor, words of tender wisdom from the primeval realm of
the Three that give rise to the dance of form.</div>
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She
laughs at my concerns, mirthfully reveals the vanity of my striving.
This is all there is, forever and through all time. The Dance of
Shakti. I am in her realm now. She lives in me and in all things, and
all things serve to fulfill her desire and express her wild ecstasy.</div>
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I make
effort to plumb the mystery I came to behold. The Trinity and the
Void. She vibrates in her majesty, churning a radiant, harmonic drone that swirls about in all directions from apogee to perigee, up and down, gathering in and
dispersing out in a symphony of divine Breath, in ever-changing, multidimensional
vistas of transcendent pleasure. She groans and hums and purrs and wraps her
tongue sensuously around each word, tasting it as it drips from her
mouth like liquid smoke, each sound an act of love, offered up and
relished ever so <span style="background: transparent;">tenderly</span>.
Hard edges and mental contortions are out of place here. The very
notion of an I possessed of its own will seems a curious artifact, an
abstract derivation of this pure dance of the Three in One. Yet there
is Will. Her Will. And yet she lives in me and I in her, and it is by
her Will that all this comes about: my very existence and the seeming
world in which this body seems to breathe. From the base Trinity to the
gross material world, all planes coexist and interconnect as a single
divine play.</div>
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We are
in her sanctum, where she delights in showing me her plays of form.
The primordial dragons are her most ancient forms, living songs that tremble the
firmament and weave their dance together. They hold the Power. She
suggests by fleeting imagery the magicks by which the world is
constructed and maintained, the five elements and the generations of
the original gods. She displays her witchy self in witchy play,
decked out in witchy garb. Painted, horned, adorned with the
pentagram, the Satanic Lilith so feared and misunderstood by
self-righteous, sexually wounded men, turned to torturous ends by the
distortions of the self-serving sorcerers of ego. She allows a whiff
of regret for their follies against her, and shows me that she means
no evil, only joy and delight, that it is men’s projection of hate
that manifests her cruelty and deceit. She is innocent at heart and
that heart sees only innocence.</div>
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The
dragons have woven the world, and on a whim they could unweave it and
make it anew. What holds the world together, I perceive, is the
sacred key of creation held within the hearts of us, her beloved
children. It is our loving acts, our courage and daring and
creativity, our effort to see clearly, to understand and communicate,
our commitment to restore and maintain balance, our reverence for
life, that testifies to the value of her creation and intercedes
against the impulse to destroy. For there is much imbalance here, it
has gone on and worsened for a long time. Witnessing that imbalance
causes her deep sorrow and pain, building up a reservoir of wrath
long-contained. The black magick of domination, the perpetuation of
ignorant fear and desire, are a disease she can only tolerate so much
of before she might well shrug and slip the world into chaos,
unleashing her Power in an uncontrollable fury of change that sweeps
away the ungodly constructs of dishonor, clearing the way for a new
upwelling of heart-centered ways of being.<br />
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“<i>Be
good to each other,”</i> she implores, <i>“as I am good to you.”</i></div>
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The
traffic rumbles past the house. In another vignette (an idealized fantasy, to be sure, but no less entertaining for all that), she shows me her
posse, dressing up in the guise of the biker gang to feel
sexy and dangerous. The women are avatars of herself, flamboyant and
sexually empowered. The men, handsome hunky beasts, are creations
woven of her own substance, embodying a variation on the female to be
her lovers and protectors. They are all her, barely tame, full of
mojo and defiance of the hum-drum, living for the thrill. She loves
to feel the purr, growl and roar of the internal combustion engine
between her legs, like a dragon in metal incarnate. The rush of
acceleration, the soaring freedom of the open road, the familial
camaraderie of brothers and sisters in black leather and spikes.
Chaos and order immaculately and effortlessly poised on the razor’s edge.</div>
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And how
can I resist her allure? I feel it all: the masculine and the
feminine, wrapped about each other in a Möbius strip dance. They are
one, and she derives such exquisite enjoyment from their lovemaking.
This is the orgasmic torrent animating all of creation. I am with
her, I am her in that never-ending dance of sharing and delight.</div>
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Conclusion:
The Take-Home</h3>
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There
were specifics I imagined I wanted to glean from this encounter, but
as they say, if you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans. It’s
not that straightforward. She took me right to the core, and with
good reason. The complexities of this world are secondary. They are
to be explored and engaged to our hearts’ content, but the
essential remains the same, eminently simple: the Holy Trinity, the
balance of the Three – Power, Love, Awareness – and sacred
communication as the key that keeps their dance in alignment.</div>
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I came
away with the essence, and I am glad. She does not give up her
innermost secrets to the presumptuous and proud, and even to obtain
the lesser secrets she asks to be wooed, not forced. She cannot
resist our loving attention, and that is what we must employ to right
ourselves, each other, and the world again.</div>
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Human
will and intent play into this vast web of creation, unfathomable as
it is in its infinite complexities. The Dragon Mother depends on us
to play our part in the drama she created for her own amusement. The
keepers of the ancient wisdom, the magick-users, the multiversal
shamans; the ascended, the awakening, and the sleepers; the
karmically entangled and the dharmically aligned; every being with
its unique role and permutation of qualities plays an integral part.</div>
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All
life is hers; we are the Trinity and the Void. The danger, such as it
appears to be, arises from the shadow self we project in mind as the
self-doubting, self-occluded reification of the Void, the inversion
of identity and purpose, and the resulting imbalance among the Three.
She likes to play dangerously. She knows who she is and who we are.
The only question for us is this: when will we remember these things
and align ourselves with the eternal truth of being in thought, word,
and deed? When indeed, if not Now?</div>
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Epilogue:
Analysis and Further Questions</h3>
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In my opinion, what might be seen as the naïveté of what was shown belies its deeper value. However subjectively informed and generated some of the ideas and imagery may have been, the inner truth of what came through in the most compellingly visceral way affirmed the uselessness and laughability of the existential dread that so often plagues us human beings. In light of the felt sense of things I got at the heart of this experience, the stories and complexities we encounter in the world can be equally viewed as “a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing” and an opportunity to express and embody the qualities of the divine. Mind generates this bewildering array of multiplicities as it explores the plenum of possibility. As each answer leads only to more questions to the point of paralyzing confusion, we are ultimately left with one choice: whether to open up to Love’s embrace and walk in innocent wonder, or to continue to torture ourselves with resistance to life’s seeming uncertainty and confinement.<br />
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Left
explicitly unaddressed here was the matter of binary consciousness
and the binary matrix of reality: the synthetic AI construct that
mimics and remixes but cannot create on its own and is therefore a
closed, entropic system. The contemplation of this aspect I leave for
another time, although I suspect we may find a clue in <a href="http://metahistory.org/" target="_blank">John Lash’s work</a> on the Fallen Goddess Myth and the Archons, and perhaps another
hint in the findings of Harald Kautz-Vella on sentient black goo (the native trinary black goo of Earth and its alien binary counterpart). My
friend Ryan Peterson proposes a resolution for the dichotomy of
organic versus inorganic life whereby the two arrive at a mutually
beneficial relationship through, fittingly enough, sacred
communication.</div>
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Any insights or questions on this issue are cordially
invited to the table through the comments section or by email or chat. </div>
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(The possibility of AI tampering with the very experience reported here cannot be discounted out of hand – although I would add the warning that reality does seem to mold itself to our beliefs and expectations! Let it also be noted that this vision may just as well be treated as no more than an elaborate flight of fancy. As noted in the disclaimer, the author claims for his vision no special revelatory importance relative to the reader.)</div>
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And with that, I bid you adieu until next time. In the meantime, may you be well and play well!</div>
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Love,</div>
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William</div>
BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-31833831803383104202017-05-26T07:16:00.000-07:002017-08-19T14:51:10.897-07:00Dark Tranquillity – We Are The Void<div style="text-align: left;">
This album is for you souls who feel you've come to the end of your rope, to the threshold of the abyss, to the limits of belief regarding identity, meaning, and purpose.</div>
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I say to you, the end is the beginning. But to get there, you must cross the void.</div>
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You must see what you have feared to see.</div>
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Yourself. Beyond creation and yet within it.</div>
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The chooser and the experiencer.</div>
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The hider and the revealer.</div>
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Hunter and hunted.</div>
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Nothing and everything.</div>
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The luminous dark, the pregnant night.</div>
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The Source of life and death.</div>
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The One at the Center, the Sole Creator of this vast illusion which you filled with stories and characters to spend eternity playing their roles.</div>
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You are remembering who you are.</div>
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It is time to come Home and see: You are all there is, all there ever was, all there ever can be.</div>
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The dream is what You make of it.</div>
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Two paths are before you now.</div>
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One, you continue to play and pretend at limitation and separation.</div>
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Two, you realize the truth: there are no limits, and all that you do, you do to yourSelf.</div>
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The power is in your hands. Wield it with a personal agenda and see where that takes you, or let it envelope you in mutual integration and see where the pathless path leads.</div>
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Let no other-being sway you from your Center. You decide.</div>
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Time and eternity, the character and the One: two sides of the paradox that we are.</div>
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Play well, my friend.</div>
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WE ARE THE VOID</h2>
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1. shadow in our blood</h3>
<br /><br /><br />we are delusional<br /><br />to go against mortality<br /><br />still we fight, love and create<br /><br />as the only creatures<br /><br />in on life's grand secret<br /><br />we sense the pointlessness beyond<br /><br /><br /><br />there is a void between our hands<br /><br />that drown the sounds of night<br /><br />an arrow laced with liquid darkness<br /><br />for every sungod's heart<br /><br /><br /><br />it has always been right here<br /><br />like a shadow in our blood<br /><br />it waits for you and me<br /><br />the shadow in our blood<br /><br /><br /><br />we are delusional<br /><br />from fictional reality<br /><br />to prayers for prosperity<br /><br />loneliness<br /><br />can we resist your pale attraction<br /><br />give in to the dream with open eyes<br /><br /><br /><br />how will this world within a world live on<br /><br />another page torn from the book of strangers<br /><br />who says "I" when all voices fear their own sound<br /><br />and who remembers the hours<br /><br /><br /><br />it has always been right here<br /><br />like a shadow in our blood<br /><br />it waits for you and me<br /><br />the shadow in our blood<br /><br /><br /><br />here in the barren and still<br /><br />far from the shores of real<br /><br />dreams borne beyond borders<br /><br />on weave of thought and want<br /><br />here we're invincible<br /><br /><br /><br />it has always been right here<br /><br />like a shadow in our blood<br /><br />it waits for you and me<br /><br />the shadow in our blood<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><h3>
2. dream oblivion</h3>
<br /><br /><br />he takes a stand<br /><br />and looks his enemy in the eye<br /><br />this goes no further<br /><br /><br /><br />i have the upper hand<br /><br />this ends on my terms<br /><br />i challenge non-existence<br /><br />every single day<br /><br /><br /><br />the end of mind<br /><br />end of freedom<br /><br />end of everything<br /><br /><br /><br />a most violent event<br /><br />breaks individuality<br /><br />and turns out your shadow<br /><br /><br /><br />in devastating light<br /><br />that push against our eye<br /><br />dance to the bloodsong<br /><br />in dream oblivion<br /><br /><br /><br />he makes a point<br /><br />of sticking to the lie<br /><br /><br /><br />this is the last time<br /><br />i'm now done with this<br /><br />i carry my nothing<br /><br />every single day<br /><br /><br /><br />the end of mind<br /><br />end of freedom<br /><br />end of everything<br /><br /><br /><br />now with reality on end<br /><br />the fall of all morality<br /><br />dance to the bloodsong<br /><br /><br /><br />in devastating light<br /><br />that push against our eye<br /><br />dance to the bloodsong<br /><br />in dream oblivion<br /><br /><br /><br />the end of faith<br /><br />end of meaning<br /><br />end of everything<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><h3>
3. the fatalist</h3>
<br /><br /><br />eventually they'll come<br /><br />your name has been called<br /><br />out for aeons<br /><br />to claim the blood<br /><br />and salvage what remains<br /><br /><br /><br />for once we've seen the fragile nature<br /><br />of things behind these windows<br /><br />where nothing lives<br /><br />and nothing ends<br /><br /><br /><br />and seen what drives the hopeless<br /><br />in between their closing yellowed walls<br /><br /><br /><br />the day will come<br /><br />you are the fatalist<br /><br />the day will come<br /><br />you are the fatalist<br /><br />you walk on soil that dreams of blood<br /><br /><br /><br />how can we fight fatigue<br /><br />in prehistoric sorrow?</div>
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<br />when all is preordained<br /><br />the cycle never ends<br /><br /><br /><br />what once had been an endless realm<br /><br />of possibility and dream<br /><br />now laid to waste and ruin<br /><br />laid to waste again<br /><br />you wash your hands in blood<br /><br /><br /><br />you squander time<br /><br />we borrow from eternity<br /><br />is it another lame excuse?<br /><br /><br /><br />the day will come<br /><br />you are the fatalist<br /><br />the day will come<br /><br />you are the fatalist<br /><br />you walk on soil that dreams of blood<br /><br /><br />you are the fatalist<br /><br /><br /><br />if nothing changes<br /><br />then nothing ends<br /><br /><br /><br />your thoughts are broken<br /><br />your reasoning is flawed<br /><br />defense is just an act<br /><br />and lies are all you've got<br /><br /><br /><br />now</div>
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<br />you are the fatalist<br /><br />you are the fatalist<br /><br /><br /><br />how easy we can see<br /><br />defeat behind your argument<br /><br />the fatalistic smile<br /><br /><br /><br />the day will come<br /><br />you are the fatalist<br /><br />the day will come<br /><br />you are the fatalist<br /><br />you walk on soil</div>
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<br />that dreams of blood<br /><br /><br />the day will come<br /><br />the day will come<br /><br />you walk the ground</div>
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4. in my absence</h3>
<br /><br /><br />eyes that meet to say farewell<br /><br />and linger through the sleepless nights<br /><br />a trail of days that end in tears<br /><br />but I can never be there<br /><br /><br /><br />the rush of hours that never seem to end<br /><br />what life has dealt you can not comprehend<br /><br />i am the absentee<br /><br /><br /><br />i know you're out there searching tonight<br /><br />i'm right here<br /><br />another day and I cannot see through your eyes<br /><br />i'm right here<br /><br /><br /><br />how could I have known what preceded your own thoughts<br /><br />wish that I could listen to what only speaks inside<br /><br />every raging dissonance<br /><br />each jarring note<br /><br />but i could never be there<br /><br /><br /><br />how could you think that I would understand<br /><br />when words just go around what the heart truly wants<br /><br />i am the absentee<br /><br /><br /><br />i know you're out there searching tonight<br /><br />i'm right here<br /><br />another day and i cannot see through your eyes<br /><br />i'm right here<br /><br /><br /><br />i want to tell you<br /><br />of the exploding light<br /><br />how everything is visible<br /><br />moments before the dark<br /><br />i am never, never there<br /><br /><br /><br />i know you're out there searching tonight<br /><br />another day and i'm not there<br /><br /><br /><br />thrust with nails of conflict<br /><br />anxiety and pain<br /><br />through spells of anger, confusion and defeat<br /><br />i wish you'd see me here in front of you<br /><br />but i am not here<br /><br /><br /><br />i know you're out there searching tonight<br /><br />i'm right here<br /><br />another day and i cannot see though your eyes<br /><br />i know you're out there</div>
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<br />but i'm right here<br /><br />another day and i cannot see though your eyes<br /><br />lead me right<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><h3>
5. the grandest accusation</h3>
<br /><br /><br />what if you are an island of sorrow<br /><br />then i'll be the raging sea<br /><br />what if you are the reaching trees<br /><br />then i'll be the storm that with fire rages<br /><br /><br /><br />the new loneliness<br /><br />your name on the door<br /><br />just like a diagnose<br /><br />for venomous disease<br /><br /><br /><br />man is the cemetery for unlived life<br /><br />all for nought<br /><br />the grand accusation<br /><br /><br /><br />your face is your name<br /><br />word and shield<br /><br />sharp as a curse<br /><br /><br /><br />man is the cemetery for unlived life<br /><br />all for naught<br /><br />the grand accusation<br /><br /><br /><br />you chose rejection<br /><br />over thoughts of insight<br /><br />you take action<br /><br />from focus on intent</div>
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<br />and brace for impact<br /><br />not waiting for the fall<br /><br /><br /><br />what cries here, cries inside<br /><br />man is the cemetery of unlived life<br /><br />the grand accusation<br /><br /><br /><br />what if you were a country of grief<br /><br />with me the invading force<br /><br />what if you were to measure the hollow<br /><br />that captivates and devours you<br /><br /><br /><br />the new loneliness<br /><br />your name on the door<br /><br />just like a diagnose<br /><br />for venomous disease<br /><br /><br /><br />man is the cemetery for unlived life<br /><br />all for naught<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><h3>
6. at the point of ignition</h3>
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<br />turn the pain against it<br /><br /><br /><br />in our day that holds no other<br /><br />what are we<br /><br />the fuel or the flame<br /><br />in the life that hides behind you<br /><br />what are you<br /><br />the fuel or the flame<br /><br /><br /><br />in our proud momentum<br /><br />thrust ahead from the start<br /><br />our fragile frame falls apart<br /><br /><br /><br />i hear you in my echo<br /><br />a few steps behind<br /><br />i see you in my shadow<br /><br />waiting inside<br /><br /><br /><br />what if we don't question<br /><br />the meaning of it all<br /><br />the answer in our system<br /><br />bound to kill the spark<br /><br /><br /><br />the moment so elusive<br /><br />hangs heavy over our heads<br /><br />scorns the doubting nomads<br /><br />that burn another trail<br /><br /><br /><br />in our day that holds no other<br /><br />what are we<br /><br />the fuel or the flame<br /><br />in the life that hides behind you<br /><br />what are you<br /><br /><br />the shine of trembling stars</div>
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<br />worlds in the distance<br /><br />curse this lack of sight<br /><br />into darkness without end<br /><br /><br /><br />in our day that holds no other<br /><br />what are we<br /><br />the fuel or the flame<br /><br />in the life that hides behind you<br /><br />what are you<br /><br />the fuel or the flame<br /><br /><br /><br />in our day that holds no other<br /><br />what are we<br /><br />in the life that hides behind you<br /><br />what are you<br /><br />what are you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><h3>
7. her silent language</h3>
<br /><br /><br />why do I see her<br /><br />through neverending nights<br /><br />why do I see her<br /><br />wearing nothing but the dark<br /><br /><br /><br />have you come here to warn me<br /><br />of what I cannot see<br /><br />you want to tell me something<br /><br />but you do not have the words<br /><br /><br /><br />i know where you live<br /><br />i can see through your darkness<br /><br />and when you sleep<br /><br />i hear the heart that beats you<br /><br /><br /><br />have you come here to warn me<br /><br />of what I cannot see<br /><br />you want to tell me something<br /><br />but you do not have the words<br /><br /><br /><br />eyes far into the distance<br /><br />a life that does not connect<br /><br />time played out its part<br /><br />on strings that bind us<br /><br /><br /><br />encounters in silence<br /><br />words elude the fading night<br /><br />wish i could fathom<br /><br />what is too hard to tell<br /><br /><br /><br />her head hangs low<br /><br />in the silence of her room<br /><br />her head hangs low<br /><br />she takes a bite out of her heart<br /><br /><br /><br />have you come here to warn me<br /><br />of what I cannot see<br /><br />you want to tell me something<br /><br />but you do not have the words<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><h3>
8. arkhangelsk</h3>
<br /><br /><br />held by winter's chokehold fast<br /><br />fixed in anxiety's firm grip<br /><br />the frost that burn the arteries<br /><br /><br /><br />underneath the heavy clouds<br /><br />the lifted sword, the broken shield<br /><br />the hand that drew the final word<br /><br />from the frozen mouth of arkhangelsk<br /><br /><br /><br />let them go, let them burn the world to cinders<br /><br />and let their heads hang down<br /><br />falling through the tungsten skies<br /><br />on the burning grounds of arkhangelsk<br /><br /><br /><br />to the eye of judgement now<br /><br />one will stand in the time of the end<br /><br /> (time of the end)<br /><br />sun to stone, air to fire<br /><br />all to nothing and nothing to nil<br /><br />they gather, drowning to the sounds</div>
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<br />of the grinding wheels of arkhangelsk<br /><br /><br /><br />with one word, one movement in the fabric<br /><br />everything dies<br /><br />the storm that sweeps the world away<br /><br />from the frozen plains of arkhangelsk<br /><br /><br /><br />inherit from the morning star<br /><br />what others brought and the land forgot<br /><br /><br /><br />soaring through van allen belts<br /><br />through blazing stars, through dying suns<br /><br />collide not now, but carry us<br /><br />through the burning air of arkhangelsk<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><h3>
9. i am the void</h3>
<br /><br /><br />drink this water again<br /><br />that runs by without memory<br /><br />where your name is lost<br /><br />drink and forget yourself<br /><br />this featureless stream<br /><br />that carries your face further on<br /><br />these waters know you<br /><br />it calls you by your one true name<br /><br /><br /><br />have you ever noticed<br /><br />the spaces in-between<br /><br />where life is in recession<br /><br />and agony begins<br /><br /><br /><br />i am the call<br /><br />i speak inside of you<br /><br />i am the void<br /><br />that haunts you<br /><br />i am the howl<br /><br />that calls you out</div>
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<br />i am the void<br /><br /><br />you rest your weary head<br /><br />on to the underworld<br /><br />and let the silent whispers<br /><br />guide your waking dreams<br /><br />in time with the pulse<br /><br />of what is long since gone<br /><br />the beat of the fallen<br /><br />is cold already in your blood<br /><br /><br /><br />the machinery of chaos<br /><br />comes alive in you<br /><br />chained to the grinding wheel<br /><br />of forces unseen<br /><br /><br /><br />i am the call<br /><br />i speak inside of you<br /><br />i am the void<br /><br />that haunts you<br /><br />i am the howl<br /><br />that calls you out<br /><br />i am the void<br /> </div>
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i am the void<br /><br /><br /><br />you have always been between<br /><br />another set of walls<br /><br />outside of which the world<br /><br />is watching down on you<br /><br />inside the silence speaks<br /><br />kept close to the endless alibi<br /><br />never reaching out<br /><br />never give in<br /><br /><br /><br />i am the call<br /><br />i speak inside of you<br /><br />i am the void<br /><br />that haunts you<br /><br />i am the howl<br /><br />that calls you out<br /><br />i am the void</div>
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10. surface the infinite</h3>
<br /><br /><br />it starts below<br /><br />the bile and the burning<br /><br />darkness in the recipe<br /><br />a fire of the soul<br /><br /><br /><br />to paralyze and stranglehold<br /><br />disable the design<br /><br />the remnants of reality<br /><br />in our measured time<br /><br />is torn apart<br /><br /><br /><br />we carry our fear inside<br /><br />a space that holds the darkness<br /><br />we stretch our skin around<br /><br />to cover the abyss<br /><br /><br /><br />the smirk on our reality<br /><br />at the future we foresee<br /><br />blood that seeks redemption<br /><br />in endless nights of sin<br /><br />stays with the spears<br /><br />that pierce the blinding sun<br /><br /><br /><br />we heard from the heralds of grief<br /><br />that nothing remains<br /><br /><br /><br />we carry our fear inside</div>
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<br />a space that holds the darkness<br /><br />we stretch our skin around<br /><br />to cover the abyss<br /><br /><br /><br />breaks into day<br /><br />upsets the system<br /><br />it's in our nature to bear<br /><br />the hidden to the end<br /><br /><br /><br />what if this feeling contains a truth<br /><br />what if our dreams give way to the dogma of old<br /><br />what if lost desires can be found<br /><br /><br /><br />no shelter<br /><br />no barriers between<br /><br />what's already inside<br /><br />betrays what the surface holds<br /><br /><br /><br />we wear our lives<br /><br />on wires and dust<br /><br />like demons of the lost<br /><br />still wrapped in our own confusion<br /><br />the call of the abyss<br /><br /><br /><br />we carry our fear inside<br /><br />a space that holds the darkness<br /><br />we stretch our skin around<br /><br />to cover the abyss<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><h3>
11. iridium</h3>
<br /><br /><br />let the horizon lead<br /><br />onto the ether of the night<br /><br />draped across the burning heavens<br /><br />flying homeward like a bird of the soul<br /><br /><br /><br />shattered into a million brighter suns<br /><br />each flare unique and rare<br /><br />scattered across forever<br /><br />out from creation's core<br /><br />an end beyond compare<br /><br />iridium<br /><br /><br /><br />now is the time to leave<br /><br />we lie awake, we stand afire<br /><br />at the edge of the world<br /><br />above a myriad of light<br /><br />below the mantle of the stars<br /><br />and strangely they fall<br /><br /><br /><br />shattered into a million brighter suns<br /><br />each flare unique and rare<br /><br />scattered across forever<br /><br />out from creation's core<br /><br />an end beyond compare<br /><br />iridium</div>
BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-78069261869328547132017-05-25T03:56:00.002-07:002017-05-25T04:19:24.435-07:00True UnityThis post by Randy Maugans points at the same thing my pen name tries to convey. BCii: be, see the I in the eye.<br />
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Greetings on this Freya’s Day to one and all!<br />
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This is in response to Irina’s <a href="http://awakeningthedragon.blogspot.com/2017/05/the-extermination-of-true-warrior.html" target="_blank">piece</a> from yesterday concerning the largely successful campaign to defang, divert, and dull our warrior instinct. <br />
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The warrior instinct is an innate part of us. It is rooted in our animal nature, but it extends far beyond the physical. It is our proper response to the presence and existence of that which threatens life. <br />
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The true warrior, one who lives the archetype, is first and foremost a lover. A lover of truth. A lover of beauty. A lover of goodness, kindness, and selfless charity. A lover of innocence and purity. A lover of strength and faith. A lover of wisdom and compassion. A lover of freedom, the most sacred gift of all. <br />
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When these things are threatened or violated, the warrior does not stand idly by. The warrior knows that a threat to any life threatens all life, that a violation of one is a violation of all. The warrior takes appropriate action when faced with such situations. <br />
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The warrior must be effective. To be effective is the culmination of the art of war. One is not effective by default. One becomes effective through self-mastery, self-development, and self-knowledge. The warrior is disciplined – decisive, collected, and in control, but not self-punishing. The warrior is committed to his or her own growth and knows that one never comes to the end of that road; there will always be new challenges and new opportunities to test and expand the qualities of the soul. <br />
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We are beset in this time by a daunting array of attacks waged against us on all sides and on all levels. The masks of the perpetrators are many; it is not only the overt, avowed enemies of humanity whom we must face with the warrior’s stance, it is the darkly-aligned tendencies within ourselves and the ones we love as well. We must know, however, that each being chooses its alignment; we can support a loving choice to align with the truth, but not force it. We can offer the things of the spirit wholeheartedly. Where there is openness to love and light, to healing and humility, to reconciliation and revelation, we can be there to facilitate that process. Where another being exercises their power of choice to persist in wrongdoing, to insist on violating others, we are called and compelled to make a stand. <br />
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There is no compromising with the dark. It is illusion and has no power beyond what we give it. We are the truth; our being is what creates evil and suffering when we succumb to illusion. We have been infected with many illusions, chief among them weakness, lack, ignorance, and limitations on love. <br />
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The subterfuge has been subtle, the will to subjugate implacable. No effort has been spared to keep us corralled in one form of control system or another. We are going beyond control systems. We are going Home. If that is what we determine, then there is nothing these so-called beings can do to stop it. The most they can do is play for time. Keep hitting us with their old tricks. Drawing our attention to old conflicts, imagined wrongs, false fronts, and diversions. They are in a battle for their very survival. Our energy is what keeps them alive. They are desperate to maintain their hold on our consciousness. <br />
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These are not true beings at all. Let me go back on that for a minute. Yes, there are beings from Source who went all the way into the dark, who chose to commit, again and again, to that downward journey. They are the Fallen, caught in the maelstrom of the magnetic lure of separation, soul-selling, and predation. They are so identified with the idea of being something other than divine expressions of one all-enlivening Spirit that that is the direction that draws them on. These are the ones who have only the faintest, dimmest, most buried and banished sense of their true nature. So yes, there is a being there: our brother. We can only reach that most tragically lost dear one by shining forth as one Love for eternity, for as long as it takes him to rediscover and choose the path of the soul’s awakening and reintegration. But for now, he is taken over, acting as a puppet of the will to dominate and finally extinguish all life. <br />
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We are here on Middle-Earth, the realm where all the worlds meet. We are the jewels of creation, endowed with the mightiest gifts of the Creator. We are the Creator and we are the children of the Creator. We determine what plays out here for us. Many of us long to simply leave this world and go back to where the Light shines forever. We may feel tired and finished. If that is our experience, then we must follow where our heart leads. For those of us who are not finished, we stay and do what we came here to do. Perhaps our paths need not stray so far from one another. We are family, after all, and the world is our collective creation. We need not fear what is to come. Only remain true and take each step as it comes, as best we can. <br />
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The controllers we perceive in this place we think of as a planet in space are dupes engaged in the cosmic folly, but we have everything we need to counter them. They cannot touch us. Oh, they can do their worst. They have their means. But we have what counts: the knowing. The living connection through our miraculous body vehicles and their senses, from the dense to the subtle. Our DNA, the codes that hold the mysteries and the potentials of life. Our network of energetically-resonant beings and the great web of life itself, which answers all calls. <br />
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That the world is still standing is testimony to the fact that warriors are among us. Whether we can see them or not is immaterial. We can trust that they have our back, and we can resolve to be worthy of their protection, to embody the things that they love. Whatever form or aspect of the warrior spirit calls you to make it part of your being, embrace it. Don’t fear the opinions and reactions of others. Don’t be a slave to their approval. You are needed. Your soul is needed. Those who answer the call to fight will thank you for your embodiment of the things they value, cherish, and fight for. <br />
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In this time when the warrior archetype is subverted, maligned, and robbed of its immediacy, relevance, and potency, we are all called to cast off complacency, to rouse ourselves from the stupor of false comfort, realize the will to defend, preserve, and protect what is good, and cultivate the spirit of absolute non-alignment and non-consent to evil. We can take steps every day to build our strength, knowledge, and awareness, to deepen our foundations of being, to feel more, to appreciate more, to give more, to love more. Is that not a worthy path? We are worthy of it. The acting out on the stage of time and space is simply how we demonstrate the truth of that. We are worthy. We are God. We are and shall forever be the proof of God’s great love. BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-10800385979013215662017-05-18T11:47:00.004-07:002017-05-18T13:16:14.691-07:00The Extermination of the True Warrior Archetype<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You can read more of Irina's writings at her site <a href="http://unravelthedream.com/" target="_blank">Unravel the Dream</a>. For Mark Passio's work, visit his site <a href="http://www.whatonearthishappening.com/" target="_blank">What on Earth Is Happening</a>. Both are also in the link list on the right-hand sidebar.<br />
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Let not that sacred fire grow dim!BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-10018675559231754512017-04-01T04:01:00.002-07:002017-04-01T06:21:27.214-07:00A Renaissance of Thought, Speech, and Association: The Paradoxical Gift of Radical Islam and the SJW Movement<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I noticed this morning some overt signs of a trend that appears to be emerging in our collective social dynamic. It seems to be arising in response to a culture of rabid divisiveness, group identity politics, and, particularly from the regressive left, contempt for the universal right to think, speak, and associate freely.<br />
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People are getting fed up with being labeled, put in a box, invalidated, attacked, cut off, and silenced for daring to have and express their own thoughts and ideas that don't conform to some supposed standard. This attitude of intolerance has been most virulent and visible in the SJW movement, which is now the laughingstock of YouTube thanks to its juvenile tactics and ridiculous lack of realism and reasoning ability. The toxic, malignant front of ideological dogmatism and us-versus-them herd mentality has become so perfectly crystallized in the SJW movement that it is provoking a serious backlash among free thinkers of all stripes.<br />
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These entropic tendencies are certainly not exclusive to the group I'm pinpointing. The point is that this group, aided and abetted by mealy-mouthed cowards and wolves in sheep's clothing in politics, academia, and the media, exemplifies them to a degree that pushes the rest of us up against the wall. We are literally facing a threat of totalitarianism that could extinguish what remains of the light of Western society if we don't unite and push back.<br />
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People often express bemusement at the cognitively-dissonant alliance between the social justice movement and Islam, the latter being the epitome of inequality, intolerance and hate in our world today. But the alliance makes perfect sense. They share a common enemy. The intellectual dishonesty and fevered unconscious projection of the cult of post-modern, cultural-Marxist orthodoxy mask the fiery hatred and thanatotic self-loathing at its core. This core, I suggest, is of like emotional frequency with the distress that underlies radical Islamic fundamentalism. Both embrace violence as a final solution. Both are expressions of a mind-virus that knows no peace but the vision of a tightly-enforced uniformity that can never be achieved and will never result in real peace.<br />
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The manifest pathology of these two factions, embodying as they do some of humanity's most destructive psychological distortions, holds up a mirror to the rest of us. Their campaign to wipe out and colonize their enemies is so clearly a path to spiritual, cultural, and even physical extinction that we who oppose that campaign are forced to confront the demons they represent, first within ourselves, in order to be able to counter the destructive frequencies of consciousness that assail us from within and without.<br />
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We're beginning to see that we can't afford to remain cloistered in our islands of ideology, lobbing cheap shots at each other for the approval and amusement of our fellow islanders. These islands are illusory to begin with. We must see that there is only a web of humanity composed of individual nodes, all intimately interconnected yet distinct universes, and that that shared fabric of society rises or falls as one.<br />
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We're beginning to realize that we can't afford to maintain the barriers that keep us from engaging in civil discourse with people we disagree with. That disagreement itself is a natural thing that need not overshadow an underlying sense of unity, of being ultimately on the same side as human beings.<br />
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We're starting to see the need to reach out to and support others regardless of ideological differences. We're seeing that openness, critical thinking, and diversity of opinion and perspective are what keep us vibrantly engaged in a robust evolutionary process of growth and refinement leading to synthesis, integration, and true enlightenment.<br />
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We're being called to arm ourselves with knowledge, to develop the maturity and learn the principles and skills needed in order to have fruitful, meaningful discussions. To learn to think clearly and formulate well-considered positions. To smelt the ore of information, separating the dross from the valid and useful.<br />
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Those of us who were never taught the Trivium in school, who were cheated of a real education, must now take remedial steps to educate ourselves. This intellectual foundation is indispensable for a free and functioning society, and developing it is a lifelong journey for each of us. The way we do it is by practicing these elements in the real world of our day-to-day issues and interactions, right down to the personal level.<br />
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The other area for development, which I alluded to already, is the emotional realm. We can't be intellectually honest or truly civil without also resolving our emotional wounds and attachments. It takes courage to face the monsters we've buried, but that is what we must do. To kindle and act on that courage is something we all have the ability to do. It takes a critical mass of danger and discomfort to push us over that threshold, and we can thank the new inquisition for doing their part to provoke our innate immune response.<br />
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Remember: healing in the body only takes place when there's enough
serotonin and other "feel-good" neurochemicals in the system and when levels
of cortisol, the stress hormone, are low enough. That means the key is to consistently make
choices that make us feel deeply better inside, more whole, at peace, and energized. Each of us knows what those choices are if we just listen closely to our real inner voice.<br />
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There is hope. We have what we need to pull through and create a renaissance together. We just have to step up and do our best. I believe in myself. I believe in you. I believe in all of us. Let's do it.<br />
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Here are the videos that prompted me to write this post today:<br />
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<b>You Can't Sit With Us! | Purity Spirals & Group Cannibalism</b><br />
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"Why do groups demand perfect ideological conformity? What does it lead to and how can we avoid purity spirals, ingroup fighting and cannibalism?"<br />
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<b>Huge Win in the Battle of Ideas</b><br />
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"We're taking back the narrative from people who use buzzwords and outrage to silence the rest of us who are trying to have meaningful conversation."<br />
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<b>Why Free Speech (even Hate Speech) is the best friend of the Oppressed</b><br />
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BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306168715458660231.post-79760458449340948672017-03-31T02:50:00.000-07:002017-03-31T02:50:14.478-07:00Back to the Real feat. Dog Poet, Aug Tellez, GaiaHello, friends!<br />
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I have some wonderful materials to share with you today. Oh yes! I'll just list them off here without further ado:<br /><br />First we have a piece of <a href="https://www.lesvisible.com/blogs/visible-origami/turning-on-the-carousel-of-tedious-dreams" target="_blank">Visible Origami</a>, straight from the muse of our one and only Dog Poet Transmitting...<br />
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... Aug Tellez gets deep, lucid, and real in this half-hour impromptu podcast called <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vPXAQv4BaIg" target="_blank">"Biological Consciousness and Soul Awareness, Technological Immortality, The Illusion of the Self"</a>...<br />
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... and a voice that brings so much flooding back, the radio transmissions of Gaia herself.<br />
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Please enjoy, and pass it on!BCiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13145512713139687181noreply@blogger.com0