firing up

Spirit in my parched and

chaos-ing mind.

Igniting freedom from within.                                                      so I can free the world

and rest

Surrounded,

engulfed,

controlled

Lost

following

strayed from. . .

Years ago, I created this Soul Collage card and knew it represented my travels through the universe. Adventures along a grand cosmic highway.

At the time, I delved into Crop Circles and checked out Alien visitation spots near our home in the Columbia River Gorge. Until then, I was ignorant of the presence of other beings outside the ordinary realm.

Sue and I camped out near a renowned hot spot for UFO’s, Trout Lake, WA.  This is the James Gilliland’s ranch (ECETI), nestled in the woods at the foot of Mt. Adams. With folding chairs and blankets, we joined a dozen or so other spectators to observe UFO’s. We counted hundreds that night went. To the uneducated observer, the Alien ships resembled mere twinkling stars. However, with James’ expertise, we soon saw the difference. UFO’s moved in odd, zig-zag patterns or in synchronized groups, suddenly coming closer in the form of a huge, round light—then shrinking back to it’s original tiny size again. Others turned bright green and glowed like a lantern for a few seconds before dimming out again.

That experience convinced me.                                                                                                      We are not alone in the universe.                                                                                          Something I had long suspected.

The above image represents my own out of body ventures– my explorations along less-than-normal pathways into other realms. I discovered these roads through my studies of body mind therapy, Shamanism, and the Akashic Records among others. I safely explored these alternate realms worlds without need for artificial stimulants, alcohol, drugs, or hypnotism. Like all ardent Seekers—from all kinds of religious or non-religious backgrounds— I have always been a Seeker.

“Seek and you shall find.”

However, in my humble daily-ness, I bumble along and forget all magical possibilities. It is my challenge to simply find my way through each day – awake, aware, and present in each moment.

My roots go

Deep

Seek the newly hatched.                                                                  and previously  Un-thought.

Wander the not-yet-pondered.                                                    and the not-yet-conceived

Ever Wondering the multiverse within

the Eternally Hungry Mind

“The Thought God holds of you is like a star, unchangeable in an eternal sky. . . still and white and lovely will it shine through all eternity.” ACIM

The God of A Course in Miracles stands in stark contrast to the God of my youth. A crowned male, high in the heavens who supposedy loved me. An overly sensitive God with a list of rules who could send me to Hell,

Not inclined to feel “close to” this moody God, I kept him and at arm’s length, feeling more at ease with and regular humans or animals.  God was someone to watch out for and own up to if I’d been naughty. Someone who kept track of whether I went to church or not.

In church I learned to close my eyes and bow my head after taking communion. I tried talking to this God, but grew tired with the one-sided conversation. Instead, I let imagination wander. After saying I was sorry for my sins and telling God I loved him, I stared at the lights bobbling and dancing inside the red votive glasses beside the altar. Or admired the hats on the women and girls drifting past me on their way to back to their seats after communion. Mostly ,I wished I were anywhere else besides church.

Now I know that what I had been seeking–or escaping–has always been within.

I need only close my eyes to find it . .

“The Thought God holds of you is like a star, unchangeable in an eternal sky. . . still and white and lovely will it shine through all eternity.”

This is pretty much who I’ve become these days.

Less worrisome

more dither-some and

given to more leanings towards.

More prone to long, slow, relaxing breaths.

A napper, sipper, and overall surrender into. . .

this more familiar, mellow-er me.