10 March 2011

The Way





There is no right way or wrong way in this, but only choice and experience.


Meet it all with gratitude and a loving heart and you will understand everything in perfection, there is no discord in the one whose only signature is love. You arrive at this signature through aligning your whole being-- you cannot, as a human being, create this alignment in your spirit only-- it must be created in your physical body, in your emotional body, and in your mental body as well in order to have complete alignment to the love vibrational signature, which is your natural signature, not one to be attained or to find outside, but one to cultivate and grow within. It is inherent and natural in you. Shifting your consciousness to your heart you create there the fertile soil in which seeds of the love vibration can and will grow undoubtedly. You are divine, always at peace and resting in love. See yourself this way, in the light of your truth, and your alignment will be well underway!

04 March 2011

The Old Man and the Seeds


Once upon a time...

There was a little old man and his wife who lived in a little stone cottage that sat along the side of a babbling brook on the edge of a little town in a valley. The people in the town had many modern "conveniences" like cars and televisions and all kinds of motorized and electronic gadgets and gizmos. The little old man and his wife had none of those things, but they were content. They had a garden that produced food even in the dead of winter. In the summer, their garden produced so much food that the townspeople would come to see them in order to buy some of their prized excess produce. The little old man and woman were very simple people. They did not even have a road that went to their cottage, to arrive there you had to take a simple footpath through the woods.

One day, the mayor of the town ran down to the little stone cottage all in a panic. He was out of breath and bright red because he hadn't run before in his life, except when he "ran" for office. The little old man bid him come in and sit down at the rough-hewn log table and chairs in the cottage while the little old woman prepared a hot tonic of various herbs and roots to calm the mayor down a bit. She worked swiftly and handed the mayor a pottery mug full of steaming hot liquid. He took a big gulp and choked a bit, but was finally able to catch his breath and begin speaking. He told the little old couple that they'd just heard on the news that there was a great catastrophe befalling the entire country and everyone needed to go into underground shelters for at least two weeks right away. The news said they'd only be safe above ground, depending on your location in relation to the catastrophe, for 45 minutes to two hours more. The mayor said the way he figured it they only had about an hour to be safe in their little town before everyone would have to crawl into available cellars.

The little old man and woman were not at all worried. They had plenty of good food and even rocking chairs, quilts, books, candles, and everything to be quite cozy for a good long time set up in their cellar already, for it was one of their favorite places to retreat to when the summer heat became too intense. But the mayor had one more thing to ask them before he left to go with his family into their cellar. He asked the little old man to please save as many seeds as he had at that time, because he feared they would have no other food supply after this catastrophe. The little old man was not worried, he told the mayor he already had a good stash of seeds of all kinds stored up in a cave on the back side of their acreage. The mayor was relieved. He rose and quickly left, running back up to town.

Two weeks later, people began emerging from their cellars. Their radios and televisions and cell phones would not work. Some of them still had food, but there was precious little of it. Before the news broadcasts had been cut off, they had been informed that anything not protected underground was susceptible to being contaminated by the catastrophic event. They were heartened to learn that the mayor had asked the little old man and woman to save seeds to help the townspeople in this trying time.

It was nearly time to plant seeds anyway, so the old man cleared some land, and planted all of the seeds from his cave. About a month after the seeds were planted, the mayor came to ask the old man when the plants would be mature. "They're not ready yet," was all the old man said. Every two weeks, and then every week, the mayor returned to the old man and asked how the garden was coming along. "Not ready yet," said the old man. Finally, after three months, the mayor said, "Fabrice," for that was the little old man's name, "the people are beginning to feel hungry, the food is almost gone, please tell me the garden is ready!" The little old man looked at him and smiled, and with a twinkle in his eye he said, "It is!" "Really?" said the mayor with an enormous sigh of relief, "What wonderful news! I'll go gather the townspeople and we will come help get the food from the garden."

Soon, half the town was at the little old man and woman's cottage and they all began to follow the little old man back to the spot he had cleared for the garden. It was not a short walk, but not too long either. They wound through the woods and then crossed the brook, they came into a field and crossed an old wooden fence row from when there were cows and horses on the land years ago. Now, they came into a beautiful spot. Everyone began crying out, for there, before their eyes, was a field as far as their eyes could see that was filled with every color and variety of flower that you can imagine. Butterflies, hummingbirds, goldfinches and dragonflies flitted around everywhere. Some of the women began crying when they saw this enormous field of beauty. Even some of the men had tears welling in the corners of their eyes, but they were acting as if they were only squinting in the sunlight, not crying. The children were jumping around and laughing and began running through the field of flowers.

"This is beautiful!" said the mayor to the little old man. "What is this place?"
"Well, what did you think?" said the little old man. "This is our garden!"
"What?" said the mayor, a wave of horror quickly changing his face. "But what about the vegetables? What about the food?" He was panicking.
The little old man turned his face from the mayor and looked out across the field of flowers where the children were playing merrily, and said with a distant look in his twinkling eyes, "I can live without food. I cannot live without beauty."

~Fin.~

25 February 2011

Open Letter to Humanity on the Big Clean-up Project



I know waste is a huge problem in the USA and abroad currently. Please do not make the mistake of harming precious lands with waste, please instead focus efforts on forcing manufacturers to reduce wasteful packaging, force consumers to recycle by instigating fines for throwing away recyclable items and make recycling readily available to homes, businesses and on public streets. It should be illegal not to have recycle and compost bins alongside every trash receptacle. Trashing the earth is a crime! We can and must begin the clean-up work NOW! Educate school children about composting and recycling. Teach people about composting and growing their own foods. All of this reduces waste. Our consumer buy-new-oriented societies also need to shift perspective and realize that buying new creates waste! There are plenty of perfectly useable clothes, appliances, cars and other items to sustain us for the like of decades, I would imagine, there is no need to partake in the wasteful process of buying all things new. This is harmful to our environment, though many companies want you to buy new for their own gain I realize. And many consumers are so trained and conditioned (by advertising and other habits they have willingly adapted) to buy new that they are under an illusion that they have no other choice or that this is somehow the best choice. There is little wisdom in conditioned unconscious destructive behaviors. We must begin consciously cleaning up earth for the future generations. Thank you for your support in this task.

24 February 2011

A Desire for Freedom

I am dedicating today's blog to freedom, and not some kind of nationalistic propogandized concept of it, but to the real and personal freedom that each of us who has the stirrings of life within desires.


My heart and humanity are connected with the brave unarmed protesters of all ages and walks of life in Libya, Egypt, Tunisia, and other places where the internal cry for this freedom is not going to be contained any longer. It is a momentum. Once you have tasted it or even dreamed you have tasted it, there is no going back to the chains. One second of the fresh air of freedom blowing on your cheeks as you stand upon God's green earth is all you need to feel you have lived a full life here. What did the separatist say at the time of the war with England in the Americas? "Give me liberty or give me death." And we see, as popularized in Mel Gibson's movie Braveheart, that William Wallace was driven by that desire. In the movie his last word at his torturous death was indeed "Freedom!"


Just before waking up yesterday, or maybe it was the morning before that, I was dreaming that I was in another country, in the Middle East actually, I saw a woman and there was a man walking near her, a car swerved by, the man was shot and killed. He was unarmed. I woke soon after the dream to the sound of a woman crying on "morning edition" on NPR, which my alarm has been set to since I moved to my new apartment last weekend. She was crying and saying "He was unarmed. And they shot him dead right beside me! He was unarmed!"


These protestors are unarmed. One government aide went to a town in western Libya the other day and announced to the people that they must leave or risk massacre. The people, for the most part, remained. The government has begun shooting and bombing. The mosque was bombed. As you may or may not know, the mosque is not only a center of the sacred, it is a center of the community in Muslim life. You go there to pray and worship and learn, but you also go there for services, sometimes for meals, for meeting with your community, there may even be schools as well at or near a mosque which are run by the mosque. It's the old "go for the heart" mentality in battle. If you disable that critical organ, you can kill your enemy. But here, who is the enemy? What is this government doing here? Biting the hand that feeds it, or worse killing the children at its side who rely on it for nurture and protection? It's hard to tell, but one thing I am sure of, and that is when I heard that the people of that town had raised on a pole the old flag, which is a symbol for the liberation front, I could not hold back tears, tears for their bravery, tears for that deep desire for freedom, personal and true freedom, that I also know deeply in my heart and desire.


We live in a land where our freedom appears present to a large extent, when making the sweeping comparisons across the globe. I feel it is as a religion may be for some. It gives you that which you seek to an extent, but if you rise even higher, beyond that upper limit of the offered freedom, you are no longer free, you become a threat, and there may be restrictions forced upon you. With some organizations this control game is more subtle than overt. Every nation, and every religion seems to have an upper limit of the freedom it will allow. This is a fear thing, it's a group control dynamic. It stems from "I can't trust others", which, someone who has reached a powerful level of personal freedom will realize stems from "I can't trust myself". Every perceived problem across the planet can be worked out on an individual level, when you are ready to embrace the freedom of full personal responsibility. The individual is stepping into more power and truth and desire for individual freedom now. There is no upper limit on the freedom an individual heart can experience because that would contradict the very essence of true freedom.


As I look and feel this momentum of desire in these middle eastern countries, I am proud but also concerned for my brothers and sisters there. Not only concerned for their immediate safety if their governments counter their unarmed protests with deadly violence, but also concerned for where this step towards initial freedom may lead. I feel concern that other countries may swoop upon them for their own economic or political gain, as we know of course there are still vast oil reserves in these lands and there are still populous and powerful countries, like China for example, who have built a reliance on gasoline.


My heart is heavy these past few days. I have a feeling of an immense situation arising across the planet, these are but the first few trickles through the dam. Can we tell the water not to feel such freedom? No, water knows its freedom inherently. If it were not free, it would not be. We can bottle it up, sell it on shelves in supermarkets, but there will come a time when it will no longer stand for that abuse. Being used for the profit of an elite few who keep a slave-class of worker bees in a just-enough/barely-enough place economically. Water is just one example of what has been done across the board with nature's bounty. Raped, packaged, and sold to conditioned masses who are kept just at a certain level where they feel free enough but not quite enough, and yet they turn on their televisions and apathetically forget their desire.

22 February 2011

Enlightenment Involves Captain Underpants

There's an old saying, buddhist in origin maybe, that goes:

"Before enlightenment: chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment: chop wood, carry water."

Basically, you still have to brush your teeth, bathe occasionally, eat food, drink water, stay warm, stay sheltered. The basic human needs. And we are human here. No matter what our origins are, our deeper spiritual or inner identities, we are all on a level somewhat here as human beings, like it or not. And isn't it fun? Isn't it a grand cosmic game this life we live?

There are times and days when I am not so sure it is so fun or grand. In fact, I'd say there are times and days where it feels very heavy and negative, very far from fun and grand. The good news is that in times like those, we do have Captain Underpants.

After a challenging bout of life and times, I sometimes find more wisdom in Calvin & Hobbes than in reading a book of spiritual import. There is solace there and simple truth that many spiritual endeavors do not easily deliver. A laugh is a doorway opening to my inner being that both releases negativity and invites positivity. Laughter is great medicine.

There is also truth in good humor. And there I use the judgement term "good" because for me, when humor isn't delivering some nugget of truth or wisdom to me, then it goes down some notches on my sliding scale of good-bad humor.

Dav Pilkey visited my grade school when I was in maybe the fifth grade. I was excited. I really liked his "Dragon" book series at the time. They are cute little chapter books about a very sensitive dragon who did things a little differently from a lot of folks, in his own special dragon way. I remember "A Friend for Dragon" had me crying by the end, it was a very nice little story, made you laugh, made you cry. Ah, life. So, it was without hesitation that, as an adult, I purchased the full series of Dav Pilkey's Captain Underpants books shortly after they hit the bookshelves. These are a load of fun to read. If you can get over any hangups you may have about "potty humor", you will really enjoy these alot. They are about two boys and their antics and escapades with a superhero they more or less created through means of a creative hypnotic technique they used on their mean principal. Anyway, I'll leave the rest for you to discover, should you so choose to lighten up your own enlightenment with a dose or two of Pilkey's books.

My mom also sent me a more recent book of a similar nature, which has apparently acheieved a pretty substantial following, called something to the effect of The Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Both Wimpy Kid and Captain Underpants have a similar effect on me. I don't think enlightenment at all involves a becoming dead serious and knowing complex and complicated things. I think it's actually paramount in that process to become LIGHTER, and to return to the simplicity of your being.

"Before enlightenment: read Captain Underpants. After enlightenment: read Captain Underpants."

17 February 2011

Deep Conversations with a Master Teacher




Me: Who am I?
Teacher: Love.
Me: Why am I here?
Teacher: Love.
Me: What should I do?
Teacher: Love.
Me: How can I solve that bothersome issue I have...?
Teacher: Love.
Me: Where do I come from?
Teacher: Love.
Me: Where am I?
Teacher: Love.
Me: And where am I going?
Teacher: Love

10 February 2011

Rich Grateful Shine


I am grateful for the good things I have. I am grateful for the good things you have. When you shine, I shine. When I shine, you shine. When we shine, we shine so brightly.

There is enough shine for everyone, we are all endowed with our own unique shine to shine, shine, shine. Just because I shine, doesn't mean you can't. Just because you shine, doesn't mean I can't. There's no scarcity here. There is NO scarcity here!

Just because you have, doesn't mean I have not. And just because I have, doesn't mean you have not. When I have a good thing, it is good for you, and when you have a good thing, it is good for me. I am grateful for the good things you have. I am grateful for the good things I have.

In your richness is my richness. In my richness is your richness. The richest does not exist because each is richest. You are rich, I am rich.

When I have nothing but love I am my richest, richest, richest.