Sunday, March 28, 2010
Breaking the Head Open
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Thank You Rob Brezsny
Though I've not been in the habit of reading horoscopes to make sense of my life, I must admit that in the last six months or so I've taken to reading Rob's Free Will Astrology. I love this guy. Nine times out of ten he hits it out of the ballpark, but even if I don't resonate with his prognostications personally, I find his way of communicating refreshing.
The horoscope below was written for Scorpio (for the first week in March 2010), but it's his take on quantum leaping in general. It surely speaks to my "accelerated ride."
"It's quite possible that the nature of consciousness is in the midst of a fundamental transformation. The human race seems to be getting more empathetic, more compassionate, and even more psychic. Many of us are having experiences that were previously thought to be the province of mystics, such as epiphanies that give us visceral perceptions of the interconnectedness of all life. Even as some traditional religions lose members and devolve into cartoony fundamentalism, there are ever-increasing numbers of intelligent seekers who cultivate a more discerning spiritual awareness outside the decrepit frameworks. If you haven't been on this bandwagon, Scorpio, now's a good time to jump on. If you're already on board, get ready for an accelerated ride."
The horoscope below was written for Scorpio (for the first week in March 2010), but it's his take on quantum leaping in general. It surely speaks to my "accelerated ride."
"It's quite possible that the nature of consciousness is in the midst of a fundamental transformation. The human race seems to be getting more empathetic, more compassionate, and even more psychic. Many of us are having experiences that were previously thought to be the province of mystics, such as epiphanies that give us visceral perceptions of the interconnectedness of all life. Even as some traditional religions lose members and devolve into cartoony fundamentalism, there are ever-increasing numbers of intelligent seekers who cultivate a more discerning spiritual awareness outside the decrepit frameworks. If you haven't been on this bandwagon, Scorpio, now's a good time to jump on. If you're already on board, get ready for an accelerated ride."
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Timeless
I've been home from my trip to Sedona for one week, but time has no definitive meaning for me. Not now. And certainly not while I was hypnotized by the energy field of the Red Rocks and the riparian zone around the Oak Creek Canyon.(Did I mention I fell totally and deeply in love with the Sycamore trees that line the shores of the creek?)
Like the naked story embedded in the geological landscape of the Red Rocks, being in Sedona was like living in a conflated time machine, where my past, present and future played out in curves and layers of transparent, etched stone.
I experienced each day as a swift current, teams of white foam galloping in steel gray water. Yet, when strung together, the sum was much greater than its parts. So while only two solar calendar weeks went by, my space time continuum was more akin to the nighttime dreaming process where mere seconds can feel like hours, and anything is possible. By the time I boarded my plane to Seattle, it felt like I had been in Sedona for a year.
The distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. - Albert Einstein
I've so much to say about this dance of dimensional time, though I worry I will not be able to express what I lived. Looking back at my blog entries, the metaphor is exemplified by my focus as I walked the labyrinth on my first day at the INNstitute. Each layer and curve, or circuit as they are known, seemed to show me the illusions embedded in traveling one's path. What is far? What is near? Is the end the beginning? The beginning, the end?
Then, on my last day in Sedona, as I walked along Cathedral Rocks, I was in awe of the depth of the land amplified by the layers of ecological zones, soft hills, and mineral formations that curved gently around boulders. As I breathed with the land, I said to myself "curves and layers," though it wasn't until I reread my blog that I realized the bookends of my conscious thoughts.
So what of it? Layers and curves creating illusions of land covered, life covered. Experiencing my past in the present; being fully in the moment of the beauty surrounding me; and coming to know my "future" self, all woven together, impacting each other. Yes, the sum much greater than the parts.
I don't always know what is meant by "be in the now" (and I sense it means different things to different people), but in Sedona, I experienced my past, present, and future as one living organism that I cannot separate. These experiences seem to rise and fall together, and in this deep understanding, the past is healed, the present is illuminated, and the hope of actualizing my potentiality is real.
Like the naked story embedded in the geological landscape of the Red Rocks, being in Sedona was like living in a conflated time machine, where my past, present and future played out in curves and layers of transparent, etched stone.
I experienced each day as a swift current, teams of white foam galloping in steel gray water. Yet, when strung together, the sum was much greater than its parts. So while only two solar calendar weeks went by, my space time continuum was more akin to the nighttime dreaming process where mere seconds can feel like hours, and anything is possible. By the time I boarded my plane to Seattle, it felt like I had been in Sedona for a year.
The distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. - Albert Einstein
I've so much to say about this dance of dimensional time, though I worry I will not be able to express what I lived. Looking back at my blog entries, the metaphor is exemplified by my focus as I walked the labyrinth on my first day at the INNstitute. Each layer and curve, or circuit as they are known, seemed to show me the illusions embedded in traveling one's path. What is far? What is near? Is the end the beginning? The beginning, the end?
Then, on my last day in Sedona, as I walked along Cathedral Rocks, I was in awe of the depth of the land amplified by the layers of ecological zones, soft hills, and mineral formations that curved gently around boulders. As I breathed with the land, I said to myself "curves and layers," though it wasn't until I reread my blog that I realized the bookends of my conscious thoughts.
So what of it? Layers and curves creating illusions of land covered, life covered. Experiencing my past in the present; being fully in the moment of the beauty surrounding me; and coming to know my "future" self, all woven together, impacting each other. Yes, the sum much greater than the parts.
I don't always know what is meant by "be in the now" (and I sense it means different things to different people), but in Sedona, I experienced my past, present, and future as one living organism that I cannot separate. These experiences seem to rise and fall together, and in this deep understanding, the past is healed, the present is illuminated, and the hope of actualizing my potentiality is real.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Prophets of Love
I can sum up my trip to Sedona already. (Though I have one full day and night remaining.) Ecstatic vibratory acceleration and expansion of love and mind-blowing divinity.
Are you smiling? Cause that's really why I wrote it with so many far out adjectives. Oh that and the fact that it's all true.
Okay, maybe I'm just intoxicated by the crisp white edges of the full moon against an unbelievably magnetic sky. Or maybe my exuberance was triggered as I watched the clawed scorpion curl it's ominous, spiky tail. Maybe it was the pot I smoked.
No matter. Tonight was just one of those nights that presented itself in a rich tapestry of love and connectedness.
Along with the natural beauty here, which stirs me so, I spent a good part of yesterday and today getting to know the lovely people who steward the INNstitute at Sedona: Connie and Andrew. Their home exudes and encourages their belief systems which they refer to as the conscious loving universe and the trust frequency.
Connie and Andrew are also living these deep evolutionary beliefs as they embrace and "fight" a mortgage crisis--much in the style of transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau, someone whom they both admire, and whose lesser-known philosophies they share through their project, The American Evolution.
I guess you could say I am under a spell. A good spell.
And there's more.
There is another "guest" here at the INN, just arrived, and I can tell you for sure quantum leaps were jumping like fresh popcorn from a hot kettle. Susan must have been feeling the energy of Sedona and the INNsitute too because she shared, under that same seductive full moon, waves of profound forgiveness and freedom from a difficult divorce. Susan, by the way, is Andrew's first wife of 28 years.
For my part, aside from offering focused love and attention as each one of these fine folks spoke to me about their relationship history with one another (which I tend to think was part of the pedal-to-the metal alchemy tonight), I stepped into owning that I am on a mystical path.
But wait, now that I am saying it, it's ridiculously obvious. I mean really, this is the work I've been doing since the owl literally knocked on my window signaling my initiation (see original posts) in 2007. It's the "call" I've mostly ignored for a lifetime.
So how did I arrive at such a simple but covert awareness? By gazing at the night sky and knowing every part of me wanted nothing more in that moment than to know the sky, the stars, the universe intimately, and to see that longing as the most important thing I could do, my evolutionary contribution.
Yes, I've described this journey in many ways: knowing my multi-dimensional, quantum self; evolving my consciousness; using the words liminal, shapeshifter and freedom junkie; becoming a love machine; making contact. I've spoken about increasing my capacities, bending time, and loosening the grip of my 3D reality. ET's and UFO's fascinate me and I've taken the red pill.
But tonight, the words "mystical path" say it all.
Are you smiling? Cause that's really why I wrote it with so many far out adjectives. Oh that and the fact that it's all true.
Okay, maybe I'm just intoxicated by the crisp white edges of the full moon against an unbelievably magnetic sky. Or maybe my exuberance was triggered as I watched the clawed scorpion curl it's ominous, spiky tail. Maybe it was the pot I smoked.
No matter. Tonight was just one of those nights that presented itself in a rich tapestry of love and connectedness.
Along with the natural beauty here, which stirs me so, I spent a good part of yesterday and today getting to know the lovely people who steward the INNstitute at Sedona: Connie and Andrew. Their home exudes and encourages their belief systems which they refer to as the conscious loving universe and the trust frequency.
Connie and Andrew are also living these deep evolutionary beliefs as they embrace and "fight" a mortgage crisis--much in the style of transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau, someone whom they both admire, and whose lesser-known philosophies they share through their project, The American Evolution.
I guess you could say I am under a spell. A good spell.
And there's more.
There is another "guest" here at the INN, just arrived, and I can tell you for sure quantum leaps were jumping like fresh popcorn from a hot kettle. Susan must have been feeling the energy of Sedona and the INNsitute too because she shared, under that same seductive full moon, waves of profound forgiveness and freedom from a difficult divorce. Susan, by the way, is Andrew's first wife of 28 years.
For my part, aside from offering focused love and attention as each one of these fine folks spoke to me about their relationship history with one another (which I tend to think was part of the pedal-to-the metal alchemy tonight), I stepped into owning that I am on a mystical path.
But wait, now that I am saying it, it's ridiculously obvious. I mean really, this is the work I've been doing since the owl literally knocked on my window signaling my initiation (see original posts) in 2007. It's the "call" I've mostly ignored for a lifetime.
So how did I arrive at such a simple but covert awareness? By gazing at the night sky and knowing every part of me wanted nothing more in that moment than to know the sky, the stars, the universe intimately, and to see that longing as the most important thing I could do, my evolutionary contribution.
Yes, I've described this journey in many ways: knowing my multi-dimensional, quantum self; evolving my consciousness; using the words liminal, shapeshifter and freedom junkie; becoming a love machine; making contact. I've spoken about increasing my capacities, bending time, and loosening the grip of my 3D reality. ET's and UFO's fascinate me and I've taken the red pill.
But tonight, the words "mystical path" say it all.
Me, Myself and Blog: The Work of Transparency
Sedona, she does not disappoint. Not only does the theme "there are no accidents here" prevail, but curiously, the natural vortexes rising from the Red Rocks amplify that which swirls within and invites deep unconscious processes into the light.
And so it is, in the heat of my experiences here in Sedona, I am questioning the issues of transparency, authenticity, and personal disclosure as it relates to my immediate experiences, my "awakening," and writing this blog. Perhaps you can already surmise that lurking beneath these perilous questions of who, what, and how much, lies a deep core fear.
Originally, I looked at the blog as an opportunity to be accountable to myself, to share what I was learning (hoping it would be meaningful to others), and to practice the craft of writing. I did not know I would come up against the long arms of old anxieties about being judged to the point of alienation and isolation and even persecution, for simply being me. Of course, at the time, I also did not know my life would unfold on the fringes of three-dimensional reality (gulp).
“Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway.” -- Mother Theresa
And so, the test of time and these pages will reveal how honest and transparent I become. I do believe it is in my best interest to move beyond my fears, and in the same breath, I feel there is a way to be measured and gentle in the process. And as always, I hope it touches others who may stumble upon these words.
More Sedona stories to come.
And so it is, in the heat of my experiences here in Sedona, I am questioning the issues of transparency, authenticity, and personal disclosure as it relates to my immediate experiences, my "awakening," and writing this blog. Perhaps you can already surmise that lurking beneath these perilous questions of who, what, and how much, lies a deep core fear.
Originally, I looked at the blog as an opportunity to be accountable to myself, to share what I was learning (hoping it would be meaningful to others), and to practice the craft of writing. I did not know I would come up against the long arms of old anxieties about being judged to the point of alienation and isolation and even persecution, for simply being me. Of course, at the time, I also did not know my life would unfold on the fringes of three-dimensional reality (gulp).
“Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway.” -- Mother Theresa
And so, the test of time and these pages will reveal how honest and transparent I become. I do believe it is in my best interest to move beyond my fears, and in the same breath, I feel there is a way to be measured and gentle in the process. And as always, I hope it touches others who may stumble upon these words.
More Sedona stories to come.
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