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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.

Shields Up. Hearts Fully Open

We think we’re avoiding pain, righting wrong, cleansing the earth of darkness and in seeing ‘them’ as threatening we invite more of that. There is no ‘them’.  There is only us.  (Geez, it’s us; Jesus)  There are no victims.  No villains.  We are the directors of every cut, scene, plot progression, storyline. This is our movie, every character a teacher, providing lesson, nothing done to us, all of it, all of it done for us.  This war against other is against self, creating anger, fear, hatred, because if we see villain over there, it must be over here.  Inside here.  This that we call temple has no place for righteous ignorance.  As Masters, Gurus, the creators of the experience we call life, we choose, have already chosen to be here and receive this.  Warrior of light, now more than ever, we need you.  Wake up, have your voice, speak your truth and transcend in love.  Shields up, hearts fully open!

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

 

Mandi J. Smith Photography

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.

For A Blind Man You See An Awful Lot…

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photo credit: Sergiu Bacioiu via photopin cc

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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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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Realize (Real Eyes) Your Life

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photo credit: Louish Pixel via photopin cc

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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The Essence of You

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photo credit: _Libby_ via photopin cc

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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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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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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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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Your life is Your creation

Thought clouds

Thought clouds (Photo credit: AlicePopkorn)

 

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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I am…love

Its here, always has been, never left. The mind altering, completely, raising, taking off, without wings, without sound, silently lifting, recognizing sky as friend. As home. Your heart. Your knowing that you are enough. Valuable, the only game worth playing. Celebrate. Celebrate loving you, this world, this life, this love, this you!Image