Initiation: Through the Fear

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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.

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.

Kicking against the Holy Womb

Perhaps the true value in an experience like the one I last described, 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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I want to acknowledge a debt of thanks to Randy Maugans and Emily Moyer of Off Planet Radio and Sethikus Boza of Black Earth Productionz for their recent conversation. 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.

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.

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?

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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.

The Warrior Spirit

Greetings on this Freya’s Day to one and all!

This is in response to Irina’s piece from yesterday concerning the largely successful campaign to defang, divert, and dull our warrior instinct.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The Extermination of the True Warrior Archetype

Click the image below to listen to the audio of me reading Irina's piece:

You can read more of Irina's writings at her site Unravel the Dream. For Mark Passio's work, visit his site What on Earth Is Happening. Both are also in the link list on the right-hand sidebar.

Let not that sacred fire grow dim!

Moments, hours, eternities – and Isness – of our journey into Phi

Tyranny, rebellion, victimhood, blame,

playing our false games of power,

fearing and hating Kali the Destroyer,

marshaling our forces against Her

to stave off our impending doom,

forgetting that she is Mother Gaia herself,

even while we yearn for the End of War

and the experience of the eternal, flowing Dance of Timelessness and Time,

but we have forgotten the only truth that matters:

that we know not the hour of our death,

nor will we be spared pain,

but that the deeper we dive into clear and empty Stillness,

the more we settle into Being

and the more purely, joyously, and valiantly we can shine for her

in thought, word, and deed
 
the more beautifully She reflects back at us

what the unified Will of Love has wrought!

She gives birth to form

yet form is a dream

a shape for the shapeless

a sound for the silent

which, for as long as we remain ignorant and desolate,

remains a nightmare, a living death

hunted by our fears,

haunted by our hurts;

a tragedy,

a hollow circus,

the grinding wheel of karma,

a puppet show;

a drama of duality,

a game,

a school,

a stage play;

a healing opportunity

and an ever-present Now,

blessing and blessed, through and through.

Illuminating shadows, facing fears

expressing freely

nothing to gain or lose

except for Soul, the one thing at stake;

expressing will

passion aflame (fire of the gods)

Knowledge revealed

finding Courage and Steadfastness

Patience and Humility;

Reconciliation,

witnessing the Miracle;

Balance and Peace;

Gratitude,

Surrender;

Yes to the Yes (to the no to the maybe);

Levity, Liberation, Release;

tears of Joy and Gladness,

Nakedness,

Connection,

nothing on the agenda but Love

inspiring us to kinship, cooperation, community, compassion, equality, respect for nature, giving our very best,

working together to manifest a new and bolder vision of reality,

one responsive to our true desires,

an adventure into the unknown,

a collective fractal work of art

forever coming, forever going,

existing Now.

Gab: Activated! #SpeakFreely my warrior kin.

Wow!

Such fascinating and dramatic times. There’ve been so many compelling stories to follow. Pizzagate is absolutely mind-blowing in its impact on the collective awareness. It has galvanized a huge popular movement, as I privately predicted when it first came out. I also predicted that this megascandal would be the final tipping point leading to the Satanic elite’s downfall. The abduction, trafficking, ritual sexual abuse and blood sacrifice of innocent children on this grand a scale, this endemically entangled in the entrenched power structure of black magic and blackmail, coming out in such an undeniable and concrete way, is an irreversible step over the line. The shock, rage, and disgust it evokes are so deep and powerful that I knew there was no way this would just blow over and yield to business as usual.

(I tried and failed to implement a Javascript embedded Facebook post here, so I’ll just link you to where I posted on the subject.)

The perps and their puppets are pulling out all the stops to keep the lid on this. The “fake news” psyop meme was rolled out just around the time Pizzagate was breaking in the “alternative” media. Reddit deleted and banned the /r/pizzagate subreddit, a major early platform for the crowdsourced investigative effort. In a parallel development dubbed “Twittergate,” a user named Molly employed an algorithm to detect networks of linked Twitter accounts and discovered a huge pedophile ring whose members were using the site to share obscene images involving children. Other similarly appalling rings have been uncovered by Molly since. Twitter shut down her account to protect the guilty. Both houses, Reddit and Twitter, have been leaned on at the top, and the top has succumbed.

These efforts are self-defeating. The more they clamp down on consciousness, the more the pressure of awakening builds. The ever-expanding experience of the One that we are has no limits on what it can do. It has manifested an unprecedented rise in both audience and participation in the new media: an unsquashable, horizontal response to top-down hierarchy. It has redirected traffic from Reddit and Twitter to the new Gab platform, a free-speech utopia that combines the best of both.

Everyone seems to have an opinion on President-elect Donald Trump. I am confident that he will be able to set off some positive changes, both directly through his actions and indirectly through what he inspires and catalyzes in others. It seems clear that the bloodline oligarchs and their tentacles are doing and will do everything they can to trip him up, undermine and compromise him. Just how much he is already compromised remains unknown. Some of the perennial pessimists of the conspiracy-rabbit-hole corner have had him pegged as a Rockefeller asset for some time. Some believe he is being played and used since day one. I think he’s very well informed, very aware of the real situation behind the scenes and has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. He’s obviously highly intelligent and shrewd, much smarter than the limited vocabulary of his campaign speeches would indicate. The accusations of bigotry and racism are no more than the tired, empty rhetoric of a perpetually-victimized and -outraged leftist fringe whose credibility outside its own echo-chamber confines is a thing of yesterday. Trump has shown some very promising signs and I remain cautiously optimistic on the surface while rediscovering, again and again, more and more, a supreme confidence in the perfection of all things, deep down in my core. [Edit: lest we get too high on the hopium, here's a piece that shows Trump is far from clean, pals around with some ugly beings, and has a history of leaning more toward expediency than principle when it comes to the truth.]

The pendulum of public opinion has indeed swung back, bringing the formerly-suppressed, so-called alt-right into a position of more favor. I think the alt-right has largely been a reaction against the destructive cultural Marxism of the left. I think the left and the right are both very needed political currents that need not be at each other’s throats, exchanging insults in lieu of thoughtful dialogue. What we do need is consensus on the facts. This is something the Dark cannot allow to arise—hence the flood of distractions, the inflammatory trolling and baiting, the onslaught of disinfo, the dumbing down, the corralling of the range of thought, the censorship, the threats of violence—anything to divide us and obscure the facts. I see that consensus growing exponentially. It's already far past the point of no return. The facts of our situation are staring us in the face. We who are aware cannot remain on the sidelines. We are needed in this fight.

The spiritual war goes far beyond politics. It is a war that is fought on every front. It is only a war from the perspective of duality; non-duality integrates conflict with the underlying non-conflict. We are simultaneously being called to choose a side and to transcend all sides. If we want a unified world of live and let live, of marvelous diversity and excellence and freedom, then we must respond to both of these calls. We must remain both vigilant and at peace within ourselves. The journey of self-reunification is what we are on. The fruits of success will be beyond imagining. We should have the audacity to envision exactly what we really want and the humble gratitude in advance that attracts that vision into our reality.

I love you all. May supreme confidence in the goodwill of the One overcome your every doubt and fear. Not by drowning them out, but by calmly and lovingly embracing them in the light of the timeless, living truth. May your intentions be conscious, courageous, and liberating. Namaste, fellow warriors. We got this.

Who Is Raging Against What?

Demonocracy.

In my childhood, I strongly intuited, without being able to articulate it, that that was what we were living under.

A deep wrongness that had infiltrated every aspect of our life on every level.

As I approach my thirty-second Solar Return, I am far better equipped with knowledge of the who, what, how and why of our predicament, both exoterically and esoterically. What I still lack, however, is the sense that this horror show is in any way finished. I have had many small victories, yet the big one still eludes. For each victory, I take another fall. I receive enlightening downloads both beautiful and terrible, but fail to translate them into the consistent success I yearn for.

I know, on a core level—when I stop to let the gravity and buoyancy of my heart take over—that there is no battle, that it’s all a holographic show put on by infinite consciousness for its own purposes.

The sense of personal doership, to borrow Sri Ramana’s phrase, will have no truck with this. It is invested in the show. Outcomes matter! There’s so much to be concerned about! How the fuck is this going to work out? So much is at stake. So much to be won and lost. Such impossible odds. And I, so small and inadequate, must face them. The fear and uncertainty are a palpable veil, a Shelob’s web that entangles me the more with each effort to oppose them. All while the reek of death fills my nostrils and the dread of my impending doom grows.

This is the battle: to muster the wisdom, the strength, the will, the faith to overcome all shadows. There are those who have passed through this no-man’s-land and shine like beacons. I see them and I envy them. Yet not I, but the demons: they who will never inherit glory, who insinuate their thoughts into my mind, whose currency is counterfeit and whose most fearsome weapons can never extinguish the Light of Eärendil.

The demons’ power depends on my not recognizing their deceptions. On my acting out their commands unawares. On my inability to distinguish my own self from their intrusions. On my lack of alertness to how I feel inside.

I know true peace. I have foretasted it. I can use that experience as the standard, the homing signal. Whatever is not of peace is of foreign nature. I can test every thought: “Who goes there? Show yourself!” To all who are not emissaries of peace, I can say confidently, “I see who you are. You are a figment of my imagination. You have no dominion here. Get behind me.” With love and compassion, I release each part of my beloved Self that was held hostage behind a monster’s mask. One agent at a time, I can transform the treacherous, sneaking creatures into a unified force under one command.

This work is a long, difficult, and dangerous undertaking. So says the Lord of Time. He is my ultimate foe, chief among the gods. Outside his realm, I have defeated him already. Not with anything of my own as a small, separate being, but by virtue of my connection with where I came from, beyond the borders of this demonocracy, where my eternal Self abides. I can go there at any time and know that I am free of his chains. They, too, are a figment of my imagination. So it is against nothing that I rage, and all that rages is the one who believes a lie.

Mother . . .

Aisha Salem, in her way, goes deeper and further than anyone else I've run into online. There is a ruthless beauty to her song that touches in a most unique way. Cutting and healing, killing and breathing life. If you are a sensitive soul with an instinct and hunger for radical truth, if you feel the intensity of being across the spectrum and dare to expand to encompass ever more poignant depths and soaring heights, if you yearn to integrate and include all levels, paradoxes, and dimensions in a surrender to life more total than anything you've been shown before, if you are willing to step up with all you've got and say no to playing games and making room for ignorance, if your spiritual path is leading you to the total consumption of every last personal belief and every fiber of a separate will, if you are tired of fighting your vain war of futile aspirations and are ready to commit to total oneness, the warrior path of impeccable love and undivided intent, if the Goddess has called you to seek her and immolate all that you thought you were in the relentless pursuit of union with her . . . then let this voice be your teacher.

Yes, this is serious fucking business. Yes, she is playing for keeps. And yes, we know less than nothing if we think we know anything about anything.

Inasmuch as any of these words are mine, they are worthless imitations. Let all be done through us as perfect gifts of the divine. And so it is. Be free!

Craving an end to the nightmare...

... like a seed craves to burst forth into root and leaf. Just to breathe the free air.

Why are you telling me?

This is the wall of frustration that meets us at some point along the way. At some point, more revelation of the dirty deeds of the damned feels impotent, pathetically redundant, and our heart beats with the cadence of a terrible, implacable rage that calls out for revolution... and resolution. Yes, the peace we truly desire is deep within us, we can feel it and it sustains us. We know that the Source of us all has allowed these things to come to pass for the purpose of demonstration. But our hunger for a world free of these pestilential nuisances and demons run amok, our fervent thirst for a world safe for innocence to come out and play, will not be denied, nor sated before that world is a reality. What will it take? What are we willing to do, in real terms, for the coming into being of that world?

Everything. Let this be our cause and our commitment. Nothing less than our very all. Let us dedicate every breath, every awareness, every action to the cause of liberation. Let us use this insane illusion that impinges on our senses as the impetus for our growth into the very beings we came here to be. Beings powerful enough to wipe these miscreants off the face of the earth like the scum that they are. Beings wise enough to know, embrace and establish a way of life that will endure. Beings fully conscious of our connection to the all, of our purpose in life. Beings unattached and unencumbered, yet fully present and active. Beings of immortal essence.

In my heart, I forgive these brothers and sisters so far gone in the whirlpool of evil. Their fate is not a happy one. I do not rejoice at the harm inflicted, layer upon layer, level through level, by and through and in their hierarchy of falsehood. I do not excuse a single loveless act. I know that the One who redeems me redeems also them. I pray that as many as may be might find a way to less punishing locales on their soul’s journey, that even the demons themselves might avoid eternal torment if they can. But that is up to each individual. It is an exercise of free will to choose light over darkness. I know that there is but one Will, and relinquish all desire to criticize it. My very existence is an expression of that same Will. How shall I know its purposes? It is not my place but to be what I am, to know what I seem to know, to carry out this journey I gave to myself in the enlightened halls of eternity (and add a ‘relatively’ to both E-words there).

I do not rejoice in error. I do rejoice in the sure and sublime promise of that error’s correction, in the ending of the horror film that it wrote. I rejoice in the possibilities given to me in each moment: to choose an expanded view, to see the One that we are in the eyes of another, to give thanks for all the miraculous gifts I have been given, to free myself from the grip of sin. This mind-body automaton does what it does according to its apparent abilities and inclinations, subject to all that is unconscious about it; I am free to watch and offer whatever comment I choose, engage with the now while disentangling from false identities. I can marvel at the mystery of divine Will and thrill at the grace opportunity to actively participate and work together with it.

It is a gift to be allowed and able to write these words. It is a gift to know that I am on the way Home. It is a gift to share this little space, this passing moment, with you, my intrepid fellow traveler. Do we not take comfort and find strength in fellowship with one another?

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It’s now several hours after I typed the words above. I was directly given an opportunity to apply some of the wisdom implicit in what I had just spelled out on screen. It’s one thing to say (or write) the words, and quite another to put the principles behind them into practice.

“Am I my brother’s keeper?”

No, we cannot control nor be held responsible for the choices of others. Yes, we are responsible for how we relate to others. Even when those others, their present circumstances and their actions in the past, trigger our defenses, fears, and judgments. We must own our defenses, fears, and judgments. They are not who we are, they are artifacts of a mind structure built up from past memories. We may have been too compassionate, too open and trusting, too willing to extend the benefit of the doubt and endless second chances, umpteenth and last chances. We got burned, bad things happened and we regretted our naïveté, resolving not to let our wide-eyed faith in others’ better nature compromise our discernment in future interactions with them.

Empathy does not require that we be a doormat for others. Willingness to help does not mean that we must acquiesce to others’ unreasonable requests. Desire to maintain good relations does not mean we must bend over backwards to please them. There are no hard and fast rules. Common sense, trusting our inner guidance, openness and sensitivity to the cues of the present moment, bringing our very best discernment to bear, and an uncompromising integrity and autonomy of self: these are our indispensable tools.

It’s easy to be too hard and close off an opportunity for genuine contact and needed assistance. It’s easy to be too soft and gullible and invite abuse. The fine line between... now that is not always so easy. Total honesty and heart-centeredness of being: these will help immeasurably.

I can feel in my body when I am missing the mark. When I feel that off-balance, uneasy sense of wrongness, I know I need to keep searching for what’s right. When I have peace and unity of mind and purpose, then I know I’m on the right track.

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I alluded to the path of devotion in the second paragraph of this post. It is the work of a lifetime, or many lifetimes, to build up such devotion that every breath, awareness, and action is totally surrendered to a single higher purpose. I have been – however slowly and unsteadily, even faltering and straying wildly at times – in the process of cultivating devotion for a long time. I feel I have gained perhaps a centimeter of ground on that path. The intent has been there, but the conviction is so often lacking. I do not let that dishearten me. I know that every moment is a new opportunity, golden and unique. All that matters is now.

I have supremely enjoyed Les Visible’s latest transmissions. His relocation seems to be doing him a whole lot of good, now that the hurdles are past and he’s been able to focus on settling in. Here’s the one I read today, very in tune (as usual) with the symphony in play at the moment:

The Waiting Cenobites and the Beast of the Apocalypse

As much as apocalypse weighs upon my mind and upon the minds of so many others, it’s not ultimately that different a time than any other, except outwardly. The intensity cranks up, the stakes go sky-high, but the choice remains the same: where do you want to go and what are you willing to do to get there? Upon the answer to that question rests our fate, or our destiny. Let us not choose blindly. We shall see, or be made to see. What do you claim to hold to? Hold to it and see if it is what you thought it was. Or if you are what you thought you were.

Love is not required of us. Neither is wisdom. But woe to those who hanker after personal power and the things of this world, and reject both love and wisdom! Sad, too, is the way of those who claim to want love and wisdom, yet merely fool themselves and each other. Ah well, as they say, the fool who persists in his folly will be made wise. Maybe that’s what this is all about after all.

Don’t mind me. Mind yourself. (smile)

Be well, and may your acquaintance with the heart of yourself grow ever deeper.

So long,

- William

Omnia - Earth Warrior

ॐnia

Earth (♡) Warrior

There's a war on Nature
and we can all choose what to do
So if you feel like I feel, the Love of the Earth
then.. you could be an Earth Warrior too!
'cause I'm a warrior... how about you?
I'm a warrior... how about you?

I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, nature soldier
Fightin' for the earth

This is my home it's where I belong
From the clouds in the sky to the roots and stones
See the sun in the sky make me feel so high
I see the full moon shine make me feel so fine

Her river my blood her rock my bone
Her earth my muscle her heart my soul
Her children my children, their freedom my goal
I'll be fightin' fightin' fightin' fightin' fightin for them all

I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, nature soldier
Fightin' for the earth
I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, dreadlock soldier
Fightin' for the earth

People breed disasociation
Industrialisation of elimination
A million mutant monkeys making mutilation
Deforestation from nation to nation

The earth and her children know they cannot hide
From pollution, confusion and genocide
But I will protect them, yes I got the right
  'Cause I am a soldier, I fight the good fight

I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, nature soldier
Fightin' for the earth
I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, dreadlock soldier
Fightin' for the earth

We got to keep on fightin!
For all the whales and the fishes in the sea
We got to keep on fightin!
For all the little birds and all our trees
Becouse Mother Nature, she needs our help, you know she needs our help
Her children my children, their freedom my goal
I'll be fightin' fightin' fightin' fightin' fightin' for them all

I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, nature soldier
Fightin' for the earth
I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, dreadlock soldier
Fightin' for the earth

I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, nature soldier
Fightin' for the earth
I'm a warrior, Earth Warrior
True-born Pagan, yeah
I'm a Warrior, dreadlock soldier
Fightin' for the earth

I'm a Warrior, dreadlock soldier
Fightin' for the earth