Zooming

For hours each week, I sit in front of my laptop and participate in zoom classes. Lately, I’ve taken to sketching the people who occupy the screen. They’re getting better by the day, even if I do say so myself. It’s taken me getting older to loosen up and let my hand flow, resulting in satisfying lines adrift on the page.

Here’s another

I admire it almost as if it came from someone else. Only it didn’t. I’m inspired. . . .

Peace of Mind

I’ve been burrowing into the study of the Course over the past couple months, and though I’ve struggled to understand and work with the material for a few years, only recently have I begun to understand. My participation in online classes through A School for ACIM makes a difference.

Though I’ve meditated for most of my life in attempt to quiet my mind , it’s still like trying to harnass a wild animal. However, my brief encounters with inner stillness make it all worthwhile.

Inner stillness.

Inner peace.

Rare moments withou self-judgement and unconditional acceptance are always available.

I’m still learning to let go and allow.

Open up to and accept.

Surfer

surfer

 

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.

 

 

 

Roots

Roots

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

 

Another god – another time

 

Nadaka

“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.”

 

 

A Few Lines

In solitary confinement,

although I’m blessed with the company of my partner,

my cat,

and Tico, my dog.

Overeating has overtaken me.

Too much, too often.

A morning jaunt through the neighborhood replaces gym time.

Regular doggie walks keep me buoyant in spirt.

Writing anything beyond a couple short paragraphs staggers me.

Thought I’d try sketching.

Here’s today’s effort, which took less than five minutes.

Imagine what I could accomplish with more time.

 

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