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.’
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.
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!
Flash flooding. That’s what the warning said. We went anyway. Into the Joshua Tree Desert. Unaware. Unaware that the rain would drown out the sound of the Sacred Crystal Singing Bowls. Driving rain through the celestial portal, spattering us with divine wet. The drama of God’s Own Carwash threatening to slowly meld our cars, parked side by side, sliding down the muddy lot toward the Main Office of Integratron. From inside the wooden dome, we watched the torrent rip through the house next door. Dogs scrambling to the rooftop, yelping, jumping at the raindrops. The shift, the energy, the catapult and reflection of our inward beings, thundering outside, so sexy, so vital, as if the universe were speaking it directly to us, ‘Rain. Psychic Rain. Be that. Pour from the heavens with your magnificent voice. Wash us clean. Refresh our souls. Releasing all that would hold us back and let us dance. With lightening across our hearts. Strike us alive again.’ Amid the cars honking, waiting for the plow, cheering those who would drive through the riverbed that 20 minutes ago had been the freeway, we drank in the sweet air, eyes to the sky, breathed a cleansing breath, gazing at the tremendous thundercloud still hovering, in awe. To be this alive. Thrilling. To roam the world, not solid, but active, moving without weight, purely spirit, like cloud burst, changing the course of the river and life. Thank you more please.
What if you knew that mind was mind? What if you knew that mind was mind and it issued thought form? What if you knew that mind issued thought form thousands of times a day? What if you knew that mind’s purpose was to issue thought form, regardless of content? What if you knew that thought form is energy, mass, matter that matters? What if you truly knew that mind was mind, thought form, form, and indeed the form mattered? What if you knew you had a choice to manage mind and create new thought form, thought form more productive, more pleasing to the self? Who would you be if mind did not run the show? What would that look like?
Use your life. All of it. None of it wasted, mistake, unimportant, useless. Every moment, possibility, presenting opportunity to conceive, receive, believe (be, live) you. Use it all. The sad, ridiculous, forgettable, regrettable, embarrassing, laughable, hilarious, joyful, painful, enormous experience you call life. You are that. You are your life. Every thought, word, deed, promise, commitment, prayer, dream, creation, magnificence, integral, systemic, perfect, spirit-filled, impeccable moment, is you. You are life. Don’t wait for it to use you, use it. Drink it in. Every drop.
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.