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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.

Let It Run Wild

In order, (1,2,3) to release your ego, you have to have one.  Before you can let it go, share it, or release it entirely, you’ve got to own it first!  We talk about smashing the ego, giving it away and personally I want to play with it, let it run wild, let it get too big for it britches and smother it a little before I share it.  I’m going to stroke it, look at it from all angles, really get to know it first.  Develop, care for, admire, watch and know the ego, allow it to grow and become healthy, large, muscular and notable.  Then and only then, after you’ve lived with it, loved it, admired it and given it lots of attention, can you decide to relinquish it.  My advice to anyone who feels that they are in need of letting go their ego, which is a great endeavor, is to enjoy it first, grow it, feed it, watch what it does, where it goes, who it hates and who it loves and only when you know it deeply, from gratitude and fierce respect for its power, when you have the greatest admiration for yourself, your who am I, your ego, mind, then you can kiss its ass goodbye.

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.

Altered Self

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Out in Sedona they talk about paradigm shifts like popping after dinner mints. All that mind’s idea. Until it happens. Insides heat up, dizzy, throbbing consciousness, every cell of you expanded, contracting, you’re struck hyper present, aware out there in the desert, the painted hillsides, a citadel of pink, looking like the place to dive, plummeting into the void of second sight, altered. Dead to self. At last!

Claim The Heaven

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In this dream there’s enough room, enough sky to stretch, arms out, feel the self back, like starlight, evanescent, molecules shimmering, see through, all the way to the other side, of this physical plane, astral, to causal. This life, so ephemeral. The miraculous, seeable, knowable, teachable, and not, like a cellular download, once finalized, gone, yet changing the earth’s structure, one intention at a time like an old stray cat, walking through the front door, claiming this heaven as home.


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White, shimmer, sky, soft breeze, the barest smile, imaginings, a sneeze, something cool, yet warm against your neck like shifting light and shadow. Can you see them, feel them? Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Raguel, Remiel, Sariel, more. They’re everywhere. Angels.


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Magnificent You

Its all here. Everything. There is no nothing. There is only all. All ways. Soil, molecule, air, wind, sun, earth, water, seed, plant, food, whale, otter, porpoise, land turtle, urchin, ambrosia, hyacinth, pastel chalk, sidewalks, lotus, pine needles, great northern bear, elephant babies, Yosemite, Angeles Crest, moonbeam, tall tall wheat grass, fox, kitten, dinner dates, pumpkin bread, eye of a hawk, petrified wood, dinosaurs, wookies, tetrus, pearl, sugilite, moldavite, cavansite, lemurian crystal, the ripple of Eagle Lake, mashed potatoes, flicker of candlelight, stars, mothers, fathers, loved ones. We are all of it, the ocean, wave, simple smile, heart, pounding sea, underworld, heavens, animals, mineral and emerging connection of breath, this universe inhaling, exhaling as one, one thing, seeing itself back 7billion fold. Magnificent you.


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Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas! You are the immaculate birth, the new life, the rebirth of all creation. You are the blessing, the shining star, the truth, the light and the way, the savior of all mankind. You. Your life is revelation, passion and greatness. Happy birthday to you, your soul, your being and your heart. All Hail! May the glory of your love reign forever and ever.

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The Shift

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Today, aligned with the galactic core of the Milky Way, the heart of earth, this earth, open, vulnerable to the cosmos, galaxy turning, available as new vibration, we spin, more present, able to feel, nurture, heal, cry out with joy, ‘Dance, dance, dance with me.’ Rhythmic, pulsing, alive being-ness, every cell, giving, receiving the universe, (one verse); a symphony, pouring through the streams, valleys, heavens, sun, moon, a litany of adoration calling, ‘Rise. Stand. Love.’


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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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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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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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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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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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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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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.




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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What if your sole purpose was joy? What if every decision, every thought, every movement was joy? What if when your mind told you that was silly, you agreed and knowing that your mind is able to identify silly, gave you joy? What if God, the universe, the cosmos, put you here to seek joy, not despite pain, but as the guidepost, the obstacle course to build the muscular structure of continuing joy, the seeking of, the living of, the inheritance of that birthright?


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You are It

If you know you are love, grow that knowing, create a whirlwind, (world wind) of belief, which grows MORE LOVE, the planet of you, that planet, bumping up against other planets; the universe (one song) begins to sing, harmonize, resonant that tune, that you. You are love. Love is you. Love is growing MORE LOVE. Love is knowing it can be.




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One inhalation. One exhale. Ephemeral as a heartbeat, just as real. This moment, passes. This life. A movie. Your eyes projecting on the screen of an idea, thought, construct, belief. Edited. Like a script. Your treatment, your life. Integral. Systemic. Ends where it begins, rhythmic, cyclic, humming, like the world. If you listen. If you follow the breath, you’ll hear it. Your heart. The sound of all that essence, spirit, being-ness, you.

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You and I

Sarcasm, the big S, ripping of flesh, revealing, not concealing, the fear, inability to speak truth, but the heart knows. Some people rip through your life like a dirty bomb, exploding shrapnel, decimating life around them, their own. Others elevate the room, you, me, the consciousness, the world. Change is coming. A new decade of emotional vulnerability. Time to love and be loved.

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What if LOVE was all? What if everything else was illusion? What if fear, anger, judgment, jealousy, envy, pain of all sort, were separation from truth, the truth that is you, that is love? What if you lived today fully, fiercely from truth, from love? What if your body, spirit, soul, being-ness was a channel of truth, a direct reflection of LOVE?