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How You Win

photo credit: swanksalot via photopin ccThis is it. Your life. Everything depends on it. Everything. The way you play, play by the rules. Or not. The choices you make, don’t make, make again. You can pass go, get out of jail free, anything you want, but you play this game as if your life depends on it. It does. It depends on how you play. Because if you are wanting to get the most out of it, you’ll be needing to put the most into it. So play, play with every fibre of your being, with indelible grace and unparalleled intention, deep passion, humor, and as many mistakes as possible. And love. Especially love. That’s how you win, you see. Love.

Rule Well

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You must understand, you are spiritual royalty. Velvet cape, crown, glistening jewels at the neck and a scepter in hand. Royalty. Every last one of you. Imbued with intention and filled with heart. And with that comes responsibility. The ability to respond, deeply to other. Love this world. Be brave. And above all, be kind. Dear hearts, rule well.

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

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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.

Silly

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Charlie Chaplin, Keystone Cops, Phil Silvers, Victor Borga. Silly, the ability, the rarity. Seriousness imploding into madness, release of reason, tension, idea, mind, turning self on it’s head. The Walter Mattheau, George Burns, Russell Howard, Eddie Izzard kind, answer to the question, purpose, joy, remuneration, transcendence, all that nonsense, (non sense), rearranging dna, cria, crying, laughing, deliverance into the divine, being-ness. Silly, saving grace, craving space, reprieve. Silly ten times. Again.

Unconditional Love

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WHEN THE LOVE YOU ARE GETTING IS CONDITIONAL, CAN YOU GIVE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE? CAN YOU GIVE OTHERS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, ESPECIALLY WHEN THOSE AROUND YOU LOVE WITH CONDITIONS? CAN YOU STOP USING LOVE AS POWER (MANIPULATION, really) AND POWER (really MANIPULATION) AS LOVE? CAN YOU LOVE YOURSELF UNCONDITIONALLY, CAN YOU HOLD THAT KIND OF SPACE FOR YOURSELF? DO YOU DARE RECEIVE A LOVE THAT IS FREE OF THE NEED FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN? ARE YOU READY FOR THAT KIND OF FREEDOM, THAT KIND OF LOVE.

All Is Well

Going beyond the mind, the construct, the idea of, beyond ego and the place of self pity, where in this space, you hold, and hold, and hold, and again you hold, because in the building of that muscular structure is the knowing that All Is Well. And because, you are no longer the center of the universe, but the entire universe, being, inside and outside your body, your mind, personally and impersonally, you can fly. No self pity, no ego, no mind; more room for life, healing and MORE LOVE.

Jump Into The Abyss

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Mind, the box that defines, confines your seeing, reacting to trigger, programs running, downloading chemistry, feelings, that which we call experience, life. Which is not reality, only the mind’s idea, the equivalent of. Beyond the mind, the lie of, the fear of, that tiny little box at the top of your psyche, holding you hostage, beyond all that is life. That which disturbs, interrupts, disrupts, scares you, RUN toward it, push through, lean in and get the fuck out. Because the only way around is through, the ring of fire, the murder of crows, the abyss. Jump! Find a bigger a box, an expanded you. JUMP!!!!

Phoenix Rising

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Thank god for ashes, phoenix rising, the burning through to 100% light that we are. No more victim-villain-savior. That old worn out game. Victim powerless, villain power hungry and savior, well you all know Clark Kent, kind of a wimp unless he’s rescuing. What if we granted being-ness? What if despite the mis-take, the blindness, the moments of depravity, we forgave? What if a man who molested his daughter was also beloved, a mentor, a man of character? What if we forgave instead of villanizing? What if we loved until we healed? What if?

Drop The Rope

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If you knew the rope that was strangling the life out of you, the hands that were pulling at cross-purposes against your throat, were yours, wouldn’t you release the pressure, drop the rope? Well it is your rope, your hands, your mind wringing what joy is left, snuffing the life out of those glorious dreams of yours. Stop the download of murderous thoughts that continue to create stress and suffering. Stop. Drop. Drop the fucking rope. Ease up on the mind farts. You’ve got a real smell-o-rama going on in that brain of yours. And Roll. Roll into some Happy Talk. You know how this goes, yes? Sing it with me: ‘Happy Talk, Keep Talking Happy Talk. Talk About Things You Like to Do. If You Don’t Have a Dream, You’ve Got to Have a Dream. How You Gonna Make a Dream Come True?’

New Dawn

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The wave comes in, pounds the shore, nature, not nurture, rough, cold, the salt air stings. Holding yourself, allowing, you bless and release, watching the tide go out. This ebb, vacuum, the solo, (soul-o), refitting, supplanting desire, de-sire, ‘to sire’ create, calling in energy, the inherent vibration, issuance of coming life, the time line stretched out before you, not behind, like ripples on the ocean, flashing against pale grey sky, dissolving pain, making room for abundance. New dawn, new life, love.

JUMP!

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Transcendence is the art of staying in the room, jumping through the ring of fire, when mind tells you to fuck everything and run. You press up against the fear, push through the panic, let it get messy, blubbering, wailing, yelling, ‘I hate you,’ lean in, don’t back away, JUMP, no net, into the abyss and I promise you, broken bones, bleeding finger tips from hanging on, when you get to the other side of the opinions, the judgments, the mind farts, you will get your life out of it. You stay in the room and YOU GET YOUR LIFE.

This Is It!

This is it. Your back to the wall. No way around but through. Your life. Present or not, here. Will you stumble? Surely. Will you pick yourself up? Yes. Hat and coat, parcel and bag, you’ll barely fit, the eye of the needle, with those hippo sized doubts, yet fall forward you must, into this uncharted plane, for other, not self, ego suspended, as if dead, now in the valley of the field of the lords. Play. Dance. Drink it all in. This is it.

 

 

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Here We Go

Just then the human embodiment of Jiminy Cricket walked past us toward the front door.  His name was Stewart and he was wearing a cardboard sign around his neck, like a vagrant.  Instead of saying, ‘Homeless, will work for food,’ his sign said, ‘More Love.’

Delighted, I put my arm out for him to join us.

“You can’t walk past wearing a sign like that and not tell me what it means.”

“I was in a coffee shop and there was a homeless guy sitting inside the door and he was wearing this ‘More Love’ sign.  I smiled and he had this big toothy grin, so I busted up.  He took the cardboard from around his neck, handed it to me and told me to wear it five for five days.  ‘After five days,’ like he was a prophet or something, he said, ‘Watch for the miracles.’”  Stewart waved his arms excitedly.  “So I took the sign and put it on.”

2 Days

‘I hauled my luggage to the room and smiled, placing the large duffle next to my bed. Last minute, even though it was too warm to wear them, I’d packed my adult-sized footies. A grown woman with thick yellow pjs, full-length zipper and padded feet – silly, but knowing they were there gave me comfort. I joined the group downstairs at dinner, where Trevor Thom sat under the stars, at the head of a long pine table. Anna and Christian, like minions, brought him food. Listening to him, it was clear he was a learned, humble visionary, respected for his tireless work in the Vedic Tradition, but I hated him, detested his clothes, his British/Indian accent, the way he laughed without effort and the esoteric things he said.
“Eat only until you feel satisfied but never to fullness. This way the ‘Agni,’ (the fire to create and be in the world) is never extinguished.”
I snuck into the kitchen and heaped my plate with suspect vegan fare. What a crock. I’d eat whenever and whatever I wanted. Lots of it.’
~ Excerpt from The More Love Club by Adrienne Alexander

3 Days

Christian wrapped himself in a shawl, which for a man seemed odd. The ceremony began as he chanted in Sanskrit, lit candles and directed me to participate. Humming, he anointed flowers, blessed fruits, scattered rice and dabbed some sort of paste onto a perfectly good handkerchief. I startled when he turned, touched my hand and made a Vedic pronouncement. That was it. My cue to leave, stop participating in this transcendental, metaphysical whatever. Now. This very minute, I needed to excuse myself and get the hell out.
I opened my mouth but before I could respectfully protest, Christian leaned in, whispered my mantra and told me to say it. I didn’t want to, but damn it, I’d paid for it. He repeated the syllables and as I spoke them, my soul involuntarily opened and the mantra disappeared inside me. There was a flush of sweetness and a rush of emotion. My heart pounded. My teeth ached to smile and every inch of me pulsed with endorphins. The stress rolled off and I was soaring. Worthy.

~ Excerpt from The More Love Club by Adrienne Alexander

4 Days

‘He treats me like a kid during the day, but we both know. So when he comes into the bedroom with his dress shirt on and a towel wrapped around his waist, I sit on his bed to watch him get ready for his big evening. His tux hangs over the closet door. The bowtie loops over the knob. I jump up to tie it for him and like the proud wife, pat him on the chest. He reaches for his pants and the towel slides off his hips.
He hastily covers up, “You shouldn’t be here.”
I fall back on the bed, throw one leg over the sheets and laugh. Maybe because I’m thirteen, or maybe because he’s having sex with me, I’m trying out the art of sarcasm.
“Oh please, like I haven’t seen that before!”
I didn’t mean to make him mad, but it’s time I spoke up. He’s been molesting me since I was three months old and we have a relationship. I’m his girlfriend or something.’ ~Excerpt for The More Love Club by Adrienne Alexander

5 Days

“Daddy,

I remembered.  Like you, I learned to suppress it with alcohol and because it started when I was a baby, I didn’t know any better.  Now I do.  It was wrong, what happened.  I’ve included my psychologist’s card.  She’ll schedule a phone session so we can begin.  Please understand, I have a little one, and it has to be safe for him, or I can’t visit anymore.  I want us to heal, so please say you will.  Please call her Daddy, because despite everything, I still love you.

Emma”

~ Excerpt from The More Love Club by Adrienne Alexander

‘Relieved that Phillip was over, but still hankering, the Southerner, Jacob and I had, for the past two weeks, met for coffee, attended all the same AA meetings and gone for coffee. Rushing into another relationship was probably reckless, but I’d been single for six years. And it wasn’t like we were dating. Not really. So, Friday night, after the meeting, when Jacob invited me to a coffee shop, sure I could handle myself, I said, ‘Yes.’ Drastic or not, at over 6 feet, with a deep drawl and a healthy head of dark hair, I made my decision and was decidedly hopeful.’ Excerpt from The More Love Club by Adrienne Alexander

7 Days

‘This afternoon, racing the clock, past stacks of paintings, family photos propped against the brown velveteen couch I’d bought with the settlement money, I stubbed my toe on the antique rocking chair. Shit. Second time since the divorce, I’d moved. Smaller house. Simpler life. Hoping for a better me. An overloaded box in hand, I fell against the newly painted living room wall. Struggling with my desk drawer, the cardboard bottom gave way and papers, stubs, organized pages spilled out with a whoosh, like an inexorable ghost. A copy of the letter to Dad, Charles, cresting the air, floating, landed on top of the handwritten legal pad, making my hands shake, like it was yesterday. Fucking skeletons.’

~Excerpt from The More Love Club by Adrienne Alexander

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Shut Up And Breathe

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In deciding to change the world, becoming that which needs to be changed. Opinions occluding what is. The need to fix, presenting as a reality, disallowing the w-h-o-l-e and focusing on the h-o-l-e. There is no fix, no need, no desire except the unrest of the Who Am I, ego, which struggling to be heard and seen, itches. Pesky. Co-dependence. Addictive Thinking. Narcissistic Mastication. Reasoning, better known as Discernment, really Judgment. Blather. Absurd. Breathe. Breathe the breath inside the breath and see the you within you within that. Shut up and breathe.

Flame Of Mind

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Burning through this shit. It hurts. Rubbing up against something so vast, so deep, an old trigger. The feelings download, the program runs like its yesterday and I wail. Sob. Letting the wave take me, watching how the idea of the mind, the fear of the mind, the lie of the mind, steals me from now, from life, from you. Seemingly helpless to stop, until I remember I’m burning, transcending, fucking expanding, sitting in the absolute center of pain. Burning bright for everyone to see. Feel my feelings, shamelessly, without guilt. Head bowed, letting my heart lead the way, in love, damn it. In Love.

Wonderful You!

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That which is joyful, exciting, fascinating, luminous, blissful, kind, reverent, silly, loving, bountiful, delicious, liberating, charming, passionate, interesting, daring, magnificent, creative, alluring, risky, thrilling, fecund, organic, whole, elemental, essential, pure, caring, appreciative, thoughtful, sensitive, aware, peace full, is source, is spirit, is being, is you. All else; mind.

Would You Fly?

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If I were to create ramparts, rockets, streamers, and give you the floor boards, would you fly? Would you take off from this too too solid world, disrespect the physical boundaries, leave your body and secret yourself beyond the veil, see the other, under, over world out there? Would you risk losing all that you are to become your most maximum self, in the moment, in the now, go beyond the fear of, the lie of the mind and stay present? Would you hold space, grant being-ness and lose your sense of everything you think you know becoming whatever the universe dictates, channeling, issuing forth the love of this world? Would you dare?

Surrender

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This wave, tremendous, powerful, knocks me over, swells against my chest, can’t breath, waiting under air, sand in my eyes, mouth, inside the curl, crest, crashing roar of wall, water, my heart slaps against the shore, pounding again and again, my soul as if separate from my body, wails, and I long to float above it, detach spirit from physical, yearn for release. None coming. Seagulls gather. I ache. Not here. No intuit, psychic, maladjusted shape shifter to save me. Mind’s idea like a tempest, pitching against the elements, up sputtering barnacles, rough against cold beach but alive, barely. I stumble, catch myself, taste the salt, sensate, cool, raw against this transgression, the pain of holding on. Surrender. Surrender. All of it. All.

 

 

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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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Becoming Reel

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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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The Burn

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photo credit: Alex E. Proimos via photopin cc

Burning through this shit. It hurts. Rubbing up against something so vast, so deep, an old trigger. The feelings download, the program runs like its yesterday and I wail. Sob. Letting the wave take me, watching how the idea of the mind, the fear of the mind, the lie of the mind, steals me from now, from life, from you. Seemingly helpless to stop, until I remember I’m burning, transcending, fucking expanding, sitting in the absolute center of pain. Burning bright for everyone to see. Feel my feelings, shamelessly, without guilt. Head bowed, letting my heart lead the way, in love, damn it. In Love.

 

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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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Fire Burning

This beginning, burgeoning, expanding beyond most maximum self, holding space for creation, unseen, unknown. Leaning in. Blue hot flame burning, ashen, nothing inside but pale, opalescence of light, the barest sunrise. Fire. Yellow, pink, orange across an oasis of sky, a beacon, calling. If you close your eyes, do you hear it? Can you feel it, your life, rhythmic, pulsing, inviting? Will you answer? Say yes?

 

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Get Your Life!

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Here we are, in the middle of battle, head shoved up against the cultural (cult you are all) wall, eyes peering through, barely able to make it out, scary, horror movie, close-up, whats-around-that-corner music, violins shrill pitch, (exactly like Pyscho) teeth chattering, knowing just beyond that trench, rut, habited shit I call life, is my life! Do I jump or play safe? Do I stay behind enemy lines or risk getting tangled in the barb wire? Fucking Jump, idiot. Get your life!

 

 

 

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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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Thank You More Please

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You feel the turning, the compass directional, its flame of attention, desire, asking you, impelling you to look, just down that hallway, through a door unknown, if you dare, something unseeable, unspeakable, awaits, if you’ll look, risk the experience, sit in the middle of the feeling and hold space. Your life, on the other side, outside the window, past the corridor of your mind’s idea, the slightest motion and the shadow fear, folds around you. Breathe. Close your eyes. Imagine. Your life. All that you love. Expansion. Done for you. Growing you, to play the game, experience the experience, revelation, which is life. Hug yourself.  Breathe.  Its a new day, a new life. Thank you more please.

 

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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