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McCrap on the Dashboard

When you come to your senses, put down your defenses, habits, cover: I-won’t-show-you-mine-if-you-won’t-show-me-yours, ‘Everything is F.I.N.E.,’ (fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional), like traveling in a car, stopping at the drive-through, throwing leftovers in the back, you keep moving, trash piling up, rotting, just over your shoulder.  And forgetting it’s there, get used to the smell, the festering of mind, farting from the back seat, but the moment you slow down, put on the brakes, everything comes flying forward, French fries, fish sticks, uneaten hamburger and half-downed cokes, McCrap on the dash board, in the windshield, wreckage of your past, so thick you’re blind. Kharma, like mud, obscuring your view.  You have to clean up, if you’re going to proceed, get your life, have your day in the freaking sun.  You’ve got to unload, get a grip, a view of the road, without all this drama, garbage, making the way unclear, it’s clearly in the way.  And because it’s in the way, it is the way.  The giving up, the surrender to, the letting in letting go, releasing, a panorama where there were once blinders, hell, no view at all.  Pick it up, every smelly bit, examine it and highlight for deletion.  An Everything-Must-Go-Sale at the Dumpster.  When the view is wider, the screen clear of mind, wipers keeping it open, each stroke of the blade, becoming, ‘Name something you like, Thank you more please, Name something you like, Thank you more please, Name something you like, Thank you more please, Name Something … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like … more please … you like.’

The Extension of Nowhere

Standing on solid ground, the known, so-called reality, before you the abyss.  Hesitating, unsure.  F.E.A.R., (Fuck Everything And Run), behind you, in front of you the unseen, unknown, yet to be spoken.  This leap, madness or genius, the extension of nowhere, your legs, arcing through space and time, coming from somewhere, spanning through nowhere, you are now here.  Right now.  Here.  In the leap, the faith, you become tangible.  Real.  Realized.  Free falling in the gap, the span of nothing, the leap; causation.  Free.  Our lives, history, his/her story, our ordered chaos, death.  But in the nothing, no thing, the gap, the leap.  In that space, between here and now, the space of no thing and all thing existing, in that placement, or lack of placement, is possibility.  You have to leave the earth, (the small strip of land allotted to you at birth that you must till, until you die), you have to achieve lift off, become air born, jump, into what is not known, to know something new.  In that moment, in the not knowing, the trusting, that becomes opportunity.  Take the leap.  Fucking jump.

Louisiana Swamp Mind

When you understand that the mind is predatory and that you are its host, not like some eco-friendly-birdie-atop-a-hippo-mind-predatory, but like water-moccasin-leeches-man-eating-alligators-in-the-Louisiana-Swamp-Mind-Predatory, then you truly realize, real eyes, that your mind will drain the life-blood from you.  Get out of the swamp, wade to shore, before the gators dive and pull you under, disprove the mind, wrangle its scaly ass and burn its tyrannical nature, into submission.  When you’re safe from the death grip, aware, awake to the state of grace in which you live, the precious commodity which is your life, build your campfire, dip into source, the bliss state, grateful to be alive.  Deactivate the mind and re-wire that sucker, by creating balance, the kind of nature/nurture balance only a spiritual warrior can, so that the predatory mind weakens, and your being, alert, adaptable, present becomes one, aligned, ready for battle, ready for joy.

Why Not Change the Meaning?

English: Elgar's Birthplace, Broadheath No pom...

English: Elgar’s Birthplace, Broadheath No pomp – just circumstance. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Storytelling/Meaning Making: Taking the elements of life’s story, the plot pieces and making meaning from them that grows you, takes you from victim of circumstance to empowered storyteller, able to expand and see yourself involved in events for the purpose of growing you. There is a warning that you don’t ask to grow patience for fear that you be delivered lots of frustrating circumstance. But if you see the frustrating circumstance as that which enables you to grow the muscular structure to have a better life due to your amazing patience, be a stronger person, or just plain enjoy yourself more, why not change the meaning so you are satisfied, happy, content, expanding, surfing the waves that life delivers knowing that its all done for you, not to you?

You are Home

 

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Mandi J. Smith Photography

If you have some outcome, end goal in mind, you may be missing the journey. Now is all we have. And in that present awareness, awareness of the present, what will you do, for yourself, for other? How will you serve the vastness of the realm that is you, your loved ones? Will you hold space, despite outcome, bad behavior, will you love yourself no matter what? Will you smile, laugh, cry, go beyond your most maximum, with an open heart, a strong spine and love, truly love, the pain, heartache, refusal, disavowal and the mirror? Look, deeply inside. See that which is you, your essence. You are home, not the place, but the being. You are love.

Unexpected Expansion of Self

Mandi J. Smith Photography

Mandi J. Smith Photography

You say to yourself, ‘I’ll be good, done, successful, perfect, calm, excited, able to relax, on to the next, happy, when I get that job, girlfriend, promotion, new bike, car, friend, award, relationship, acknowledgement, my first million …’ And it doesn’t satisfy. Because the destination is only pointing to the journey, the process, the growth possible, not expected outcome, but unexpected expansion of self. You are the end goal, your willingness to reach, struggle, resist, scream, complain and yet, persevere. You are the result. You are the glorious never-ending love of adventure, possibility, transcendence, transmutation, evolution and light. YOU.

Be Something New

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Seeing beyond what the mind recognizes (re-cognizes); previous similars, history, her story, to the unseeable, unknowable, unthinkable, beyond the most maximum self, risking the growth of the depth of your life, your heart, your soul, playing in the valley of the field of the lords, feeling the first press joy. When you see something new, you be something new.

Going Beyond The Mind…

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Going beyond the fear of, the lie of the mind, taking risk to ideate and actually achieve that which the mind deems impossible. Seeing mind as mind, issuing thought form, stimulated by a trigger, which downloads as chemical, coursing through the system as feeling, creating a reality, the experience we call life. Locate mind, locate trigger, thought form and changing that, just seeing that, changes the download, the experience, from impossible to possible to magnificent life. Life beyond the mind, below the intellect, from the heart. In love.

Bigger Box!

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Inside this box, the writing on the side, my programs, running, triggers, downloading, feelings, based on concepts, ideas, previous similars, appearing r-e-a-l, becoming r-e-e-l, as I peer over the edge. The next box, bigger, more room, I could stretch my mind, my arms, have a larger experience, life. Do I dare? Will someone judge me, stop loving me, abandon me, yell, threaten, curse, cut my arms off, legs, feet, head, if I jump? Yes. Most certainly. The stakes high, the obstacle terrifying, the outcome, divine, sweet victory. Bigger Box!

 

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Gateway

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You are the gateway between body and mind, the Shamanic portal, sensitive, individual, the purification, etheric, throat. Sense the vibrational, auric, energetic field where language, the tongue limits, and truth is expressed. Blue lake ripples like validation, the right to speak and be heard. No lies, opinion, but deeper, where the capacity expands, folds into nature, resonance, synchronization. You are creation, present, rhythmic and clear, challenging the inner critic, Masked Self, Silent Child and Dogmatist, speaking the world into affirmation.

 

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For A Blind Man You See An Awful Lot…

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He sees it, so clearly, so vast is the vision that knowing how much there is out there, he says he’s blind. I tell him for a blind man he sees an awful lot. And I think I know. But what I see is so little of what is truly there, that in comparison to what I think is out there, I’m surely a visionary. Ha! His blindness is true sight. More of that. Help me to see what I cannot see, and in seeing what cannot be seen, imagining the unseeable begin to see how much I am blind to.

 

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The Mind Asks..

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The mind asks, the answer: ‘Burma’, ‘Latte’. Like seeking, yearning, a pattern, addiction to mind, ego, the who am I, looking for light without, when its journey, deep within, source, tremor of sound, play of color, the ohm, hum of earth, our being, spirit and pulse as a people is inward, further and further beyond the veil of knowing into blindness, the kind of sight that sees nothing, the no thing of it. In the center of that, sit still. Love.

 

 

 

 

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The Bliss Is Here

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It’s here. the day after the day after the resolutions, promises, judgment, need, want, lack. As if something is missing. Nothing is missing. It’s all here. Pain, joy, color of rain, combustible expression of feeling, smell of lavender, elephants flapping their ears ready to fly, tall, proud tribal totems, peace in a bottle, quotations from Mark Twain, Joseph Campbell, third eye, revelation, light, dark, beach balls glinting, serendipitous meetings, fear, chipmunk cheeks filled with nuts, bliss, all here, not necessarily accounted for by man, but the gods, the elemental vibration of this earth, this ohm, palpable triumph we call life. Its here.

 

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Your Movie

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What if you were the creator creating the creation? What if the world you lived in was up to you? What if everything and everyone was an extension of your story, playing out on the movie screen of your life? What plot would you write and who will play the hero/heroine? Will it be comedy, drama-dy, tragedy, history/herstory, or farce? Will you lead with your heart? Will you change the world? Will you stand for love?

 

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Rebirth

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In the middle of it, just before the inhale there is death, rebirth, like sleeping, another world, what we call dream, or beyond this plane, where our souls see, reach out, experience. Exhaling all fear, that which keeps you from. And now, fully expanded, lungs filled, abundance of air and miracle, jump. Fall forward into imagination, life, creation, this new year, new day bringing challenge, great great good and love, for each minute, every cell, atom, you are reborn.

 

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Quiet Storm

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You feel it rush in like wind, rain, a loud clap of thunder and it’s real. Mind, speaking as if it knows, tells, shouts, warns and the fear mounts, a tempest, swirling. Nothing’s happened. The planet, the energy of your thoughts creating the perfect storm, rising in pitch, crashing against the shore of your desire (de-sire, to sire, give birth to), new life. Quiet. Stillness. Reprieve. Asylum. Bathe in it. Your heart. Sweet winter shower washing you clean. Such power, purity. Like lightening (light-en-ing, releasing darkness), incandescent love.

 

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New Vibration

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This transformation, electricity, static, buzzing through the body like a receptor, channel of energy, pure, dizzying, I barely walk inside it, almost floating within and without, sleeping or dreaming new life. Recognizing, re-cog-nizing, the truth of being one thing, a planet aligned, a vibration so strong it changes, transmutes, transcends all else. Like neo-shamanism, sensate, this here so far away and yet hyper-present in this now.

 

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Live Fiercely, Claim Joy

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There is no destination, only process, trajectory, the compass directional of your heart that leads you somewhere, anywhere, nowhere, there, here, to it. Which is self, being, universe, vibration, tonality, feeling, trigger, and the experience we call life. The purpose of journey, high stakes, to live fiercely, proudly, especially when it hurts like hell, to rise, stand for self, transcend, transmute the fear, take your life, claim joy, your birthright, the reflection of the divine love that is this planet and you in it.

 

 

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Wondrous

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There is no coming, first or second, only that which is inside, the icon, the idol, the Christ Consciousness, immense power of soul, traversing across hundreds of galaxies in the form of a molecule, separating, becoming a billion cells, transforming to human form, physical presence, issuing forth as truth, light, way and Jesus (Geez its us), celebrating, the immaculate conception of self, the joyful chorus of love and faith, reborn as mankind. Wondrous. God (Good Orderly Direction) is in the heavens and all is well.

 

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Everything Is Not As It Seems

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When you realize (see with real eyes) that what is going on here is not what is going on here. There is more. So much more. Close your eyes. Lift off. Above your body. Above the room, beyond the buildings, streets and moon. In the heavens its happening. Feel it? The change, new awareness, not new, but revealed; yourself as you, before you forgot to remember. Remember now. Know yourself back as molecule, being, soul, atmosphere, sensation, vibration, planet, cosmos, light worker. Let the energy wash over you, open your eyes and receive the new world.

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New Trajectory

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For us to consider the slightest shift, the smallest change in direction, creates a new trajectory, like the rudder on a boat, setting course for seas unknown, a world where the children now absent, when they return are received into a safer, kinder world. No longer a society indulging in violence (CSI, Dexter, Media, Movies with Violent Themes), glorifying man’s inhumanity, but balancing the dark and light, that the innocent, (all of us), may thrive in the true hero-ness of our souls: love.

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Look Again

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In the atrocity. We focus on it, cry, mourn the world, the children, creating more suffering, the opening that invokes it, the entity, which imposes, attaches itself to man and commits such acts. Sitting on our shoulder, a ghost, never silent, speaking the unspeakable, compelling, hoping to impel madness and it happens. Horrification. As we are instructed to look again and again, re-experience miscreation, solidifying it’s occurrence. If we knew that looking toward joy, would assign healing, move planets, the cosmos, universe, vibration of heaven to change, perhaps guilt would dissolve and managing bliss would become the only responsible (ability to respond) loving choice of mankind.

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Happy Rocks!

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Contrary to popular opinion, its back. Joy is in. Bliss is hot. That which curls your toes, makes you yummy, fills your heart, tops your chart, floats your yacht, makes you smile, calls to you, beckons, charms, otherwise takes you on the journey of magical-carpet-ride-discovery that is life, has made a comeback. Happiness, along with Baby Jesus, Parades, Serenading, Glee, Choruslines of Elephants, Chariot Rides, Murder of Crows, Sumptuous Dinners, Throngs of people waiting in line, Wide-eyed children and especially Calla-lillies, lots of them, long stemmed, several vases, opening to the air, the oxygen of atmosphere, embedded with love. Yep. Meh, is so yesterday. Joy, Bliss, Happy rocks!

 

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12/12/12 12:12

Can you feel it? The energy, palpable, magical, the vibration of new beginning, balance, trinity, Jupiter, certain wealth, enjoyment, creative expression and rebirth. Insight, brotherhood, sisterhood, the perfect storm of love and awareness, bringer of Peace. Take Joy. 12/12/12.

 

 

 

 

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Feel The Dream

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In this dream I see stars, touch the heavens, create GOD, ask and receive miracles. In this dream my heart, beating, divine pulse, rhythm, soundtrack to the movie that is life, all that matters, happens, evolves, becomes. Close up on my toe, streaming up my leg to my hip, around the top of my head, crescent moons above, and floating, fanning arms past planets, dipping through the Milky Way. No helmet. Only smiling at the sun, liquid, warm. In this dream there is love. Love. And More Love.

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Burning Flame

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Burning, transcending, leaning in through that, beyond program, identified or not, pushing against culture (cult you are all), cultural, into spirit (spirit you are all) spiritual, to see, feel, sense the merest charm, so that pain, the burning through, you burn bright, that I might follow.

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Wake Up Sweet Child

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You, so elegant, so taut, mindful and strict. And I with no outsides, no skin, only motion, like wave, the sound of snow falling and you in your physical self, so assured that you are that, so unaware. I follow you, to the edges of the dream you remember, knowing that soon, soon, you’ll awake, hear me, see me and call into the reflection that is being, that is. So much more to this existence than self, ego, mind. So much more. Whisper, smile, close your eyes, we are one, holding you deep in the light, waiting, until it’s time. Wake up. Sweet child. Wake. There is such love for you.

 

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More Love!

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There is always more, more money, more kindness, more awareness, more heartbreak, more living, more earth-shattering news, more expansion, more everything, more nothing, more insatiable need, more desire, more satisfaction, more abundance, more life, more love. Always more. ALWAYS MORE. There is enough. You ARE enough. Live that. Live more money, kindness, awareness, expansion, everything, satisfaction, abundance, life, love. Live abundance, life, love. Live MORE.

 

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Hammers and Nails

If thoughts were hammers, words the nails, we’d know we were building something, we’d know that which we thought, spoke, was creation, village, city, country, world, universe. Watch what you think, what you speak and see construct, foundation, studs, support beam, barn raising, community. What house will you create, what structure, plywood, brick, glass, plexi or shingle will you choose? Will you give it your most mattered attention, will you make it home? Will you lay the hearth, fill the rafters, secure the mantle with your heart?

 

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Realize (Real Eyes) Your Life

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If what you see is based on the history of what you’ve seen, then what you see may not be what you are looking at. If you are going to realize, (real eyes) your life, you’ll have to go beyond your mind’s idea, beyond your history, to see what is unseeable, unknowable and re-member(assign membership) to what you forgot to dis-cover (stop covering), that which is seeable, knowable as you.

 

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You Are The Light

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You are the light, the way, the divine, the eternal flame, rainbows, sparkling spring water, enchantment, desire, thirst, hunger, relief, cool rain, warmth, reprieve, grace, elm, hollow, spine, clarity, will, integrity, happiness, heart, love, kindness, sparrows, willow tree, foundation, earth, fire, wind, element. The holy trinity and the ‘Geez it’s us’ (Jesus) of this vast creation, this wholeness, this cosmos, this world consciousness. You are that.

 

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Time To Let Go

One end, ego, mind, self-inflicted pain, the other, bony, long finger, death at the tip. Pointing nowhere, back at you, exponentially. Time to let go. Hands ache, afraid to fall. Grasp loosens. Lies. Trigger. Program. Its not the surrender that hurts, its the holding on.

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The Essence of You

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Quiet, in a crowd, speaking madly, smiling with a friend, hearing the rain, you feel it, in all things, the wave, the secreted pocket of tide, that preverbal original essence, the echo of your being-ness to itself, reflecting, calling in the bright water to the shore, just before you speak it.  How far before the ripple curls back on itself and becomes?  You know it as wind, the touch of your lash against your cheek and soothing, it reminds you of you, this consciousness, this awareness, ever growing expanded-ness that is your life.  Thump your heart, pronouncing your name, your dream with real eyes (realize) the newness the abundance of it, the energy and the effect.  Yourself as whole, all there is, all that need be.  You’re it.  The magic, the tide.  Your heart beating.

 

 

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Transcendence

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Pervasive, insidious, this less than, to your knees, the pain, so deep you drown, head up to the sky, the oppression makes you cry, sob, big wet ones. The unrequited, the certain lack, not having, fearing the loss of, signaling a deepening. Delusion, illusion, cultural (cult you are all) calls it crazy. Still you lean in, push up against the discomfort like your life depends on it. It does. Feeling your guts explode, the shift hurts so bad. And you’re in it. Mind and all that lying. Only there is breath. Just that. Inhale. Exhale. Meditate like a motherfucker. Strong spine, soft heart. The only way around is through. Shit. That’s transcendence. It burns.

 

 

 

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The Magic in Your Heart

small__2093680329Quiet, in a crowd, speaking madly, smiling with a friend, hearing the rain, you feel it, in all things, the wave, the secreted pocket of tide, that preverbal original essence, the echo of your being-ness to itself, reflecting, calling in the bright water to the shore, just before you speak it.  How far before the ripple curls back on itself and becomes?  You know it as wind, the touch of your lash against your cheek and soothing, it reminds you of you, this consciousness, this awareness, ever growing expanded-ness that is your life.  Thump your heart, pronouncing your name, your dream with real eyes (realize) the newness the abundance of it, the energy and the effect.  Yourself as whole, all there is, all that need be.  You’re it.  The magic, the tide.  Your heart beating.

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Surging Waves of Love

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Storm’s up, wind blowing, overcast skies and the hills dark blue with cloud.  Inside that rhythm, the cool abundance of earth, miracle of nature, washing, feeding itself.  Droplets, becoming puddle, pond, river, stream, ocean: life giving source.  This life, this wellspring of nurture, uplift of wind and substance, like courage, pounding, thrilling the world with thunder and surety that we matter, are matter, are the fury of dream, certainty and uncertainty, ready to stand, to allow and live, minds aloft, hands open, hearts surging with each wave, in and out, with love.

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Single Flame

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Inside the fervor of the dream, the passion, over and over, color, hue, sweet smell of lavender, a sense memory of you, me, beyond the physical, intellectual, this message, the signal, like a beacon, lighthouse, calling, reminding me of source, being, organism, like orgasm, so pure, elemental, resounding, its essence streaming out, bright, illumination of stars, night owls and flight, the air fanning the heat, the charge, ions, molecules all sensate, alive, as if aligned, the energy pulsing toward the one thing, one moment, single flame, quiet knowing of my heart, yours and the inherent love of this planet.  Can you feel that? The love?  Its there.  Always.  All ways.

 

 

 

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Awaken To Your Life

In this darkness there is always light, in the shadow, some filtered moon, the edge of morning returning. This evening, this deep hollow is but the sweet field of yearning before the dawn, before the sun creeps over the mountain, blazing through the creases of our being. For as the blood courses through us, the heart beats, there is always love. Love in your breathing, your hands opening to the fire. Sleep well. Dream long and remember. Let this waking be the new song, the continued reverie of your soul. When the night is over, you will see again, be again, in love again. With me. With you. Your life. Your love. Your heart.

 

 

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Pivotal Moment

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When you read a book, watch a movie, you look carefully, follow the clues, focusing on each person, because each character reveals information, advances plot and compels the hero/heroine to transcend.  What if you saw your own life that way?  What if every person in your story was put there, by some higher power, the universe’s own personal scriptwriter, to show you, teach you, point you toward that moment, that wholly expanded instant, when your culture (cult you are all) dissolves into the power of your essence, your heart, your intuition becoming spirit (spirit you are all), spiritual?  What if you gave your life’s attention to your most mattered self and those around you, watching, knowing that each person, each moment, is divinely created for you?  What if you are the hero/heroine being led purposefully. every moment, every instant, through the magical plot of your life? How much will you enjoy, be fascinated by and love your life?

 

 

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Dream

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The dream is always dreaming.  Never ending.  People, places, things changing, the dream moving through your life, weaving patina, as you exhale, inhale, the perfume, the charm, the dream, dreaming the dream.  Follow it, the dream, your heart.  Always.  All ways.

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Real Eyes Creation

Sometimes what you look at keeps you from seeing.  Look at what you’re looking at.  See what you attend, what you give your most mattered self to.  The colors, shapes and essence of your life.  Peek around, through, under or above what’s seeable, knowable, perceivable.  Glimpse something being born, as idea, realization (real eyes creation) that if attended, given your most mattered self, holds growth, expansion, room to move and the newness of a world that you now look at.

 

 

 

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The Lens of Opportunity

If you’re looking through the lens of opportunity, you see opportunity. If you’re trained to not see message, optically challenged by inconvenience, negativity or disruption, you’re apt to to miss the hallway, leading to an unimagined doorway, that looks like miscreation, but when you change the lens, becomes magical opportunity. Change your prescription. See your amazing life.

 

 

 

 

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Getting ready for the holidays!

 

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Thanksgiving, giving thanks, for thanks, for grateful, for listing, for creating the switch plate on the train of thought that might allow the track to change and run toward that which inspires, allows grace, reprieve and the space for us to give thanks. Being thankful for thankfulness is a space on the way to giving thanks and in the giving, receiving it.

Diwali

English: Diwali Chakra in Displaly

English: Diwali Chakra in Displaly (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Can you feel it? Solar eclipse and the new moon. All that energy. Beginnings. In this moment. You. New. Now. Enjoy the light and love of your being. The eclipse, the moon, the celebration, Diwali, the festival of light that is you.

Your life is Your creation

Thought clouds

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If I’m the experiencer experiencing the experience, the observer observing the observation, then damn it, I’m definitely the creator creating the creation, my world. And if its up to me what experience, observation, world I create, based on story, thought form infused with feeling, then let it be magic, magical magic all the time, with an ever so attentive touch of sweetness and love.

 

 

Election

Them vs Us. Separation. Illusion. Maya. Reality, beyond this culture, this election, thought, opinion, talking point, is the allowing of, over and over….I am that, you are that, being, from creation, integral, all parts unified, dreaming, infusing self, other, with love, light and the knowing that All is One, One is All. All is Well.

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Words Don’t Matter

Hearing it, more and more, you in my life, not in my life, leaving, coming and going, your heart, beating, ricocheting off the stars, your soul levitating, whispering adventure, whimsy, dramatic and sublime. When you’re connected, the words don’t matter, the vibration, the sound of your heart, does.

 

 

 

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Jump!

We’re wired for the jump. Every molecule, cell, atom, structure within meant to leap, quantum, into the unknown. When we risk, jump, leap, we know ourselves, become tangible, see ourselves back. In the quantum reality of risk and unknowingness we find ourselves, align ourselves with our true nature. Jumpers. Risk takers. Quantum leapers. All of us. Everyone. Get your fucking life. Jump!

 

 

 

 

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