Pentecosting

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firing up

Spirit in my parched and

chaos-ing mind.

Igniting freedom from within.                                                      so I can free the world

and rest

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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Be Still

woods

The peace of God is shining in me now. I will be still, and let the earth be still along with me. And in that stillness we will find the peace of God.” ACIM

With daily practice, I touch that place of inner stillness.

That conscious and deliberately chosen space of calm.

I’ve begun to recognizd and give less attention to the internal chatter–the shoulds and should nots–the what ifs and whys.

I observe my tendancy to look outward and blame and instead yield to a gentle forgiveness. More often. The way to World Peace.

 

“I will be still and let the earth be still along with me.”

Unhappy Little Me Thoughts

Thanks to Eckhart, labeling ego the “Unhappy-Little-Me” makes it easier for to accept that my unhappiness originates inside my head. The term “Ego” seems more vicious. Impossible to overcome or deal with.  It’s easier for me to recognize unhappy-little-me as it prattles on about my unfair life and messed up world, reminding me that the outer mess is a  result of my inner gloom ‘n doom thinking.

My gratitude also to David Hoffmeister in This Moment is Your Miracle: 

 “Things that have been difficult to deal with keep coming back at us until we realize that the people in our lives were just acting out our beliefs. So if we seem to be victimized or mistreated or we didn’t get the treatment that we felt we deserved they were simply acting out our unconscious guilt–everything that we have repressed and denied.”