Infinite Visions of the Cosmos, and a Dying world Reborn

Am I dreaming?

I close my eyes and open my soul. In pours a flutter of winged images, and I am wonderfully overwhelmed by the brilliance of what comes. Words are incapable of describing the magnitude of what these visions hold, for what is seen is as liquid gold, slipping through the grasp of open fingers, imparting their radiance as they pass from form. A dance of celestial winds offers crystalline clarity, illumination, ascension into more subtle dimensions, higher frequencies, and the shimmer of the Peacocks tale from the ether beyond. I can do nothing but let go, and I dissolve through my body and drift into the light. In a moment I realize that my feet are the only thing on the ground, and my torso has exploded into millions of particles, revealing the solar system, the universe, universes of universes, and then a momentous look at the infinite. Here I rest in refuge, aligning microcosm with Macrocosm, finding sanctuary in vast brilliant white. As this process unfolds, I transfigure into a conduit of universal consciousness, and through me is channeled something so vast, so spacious, and so beyond what I have ever understood myself to be, that the notions, conceptions, and world views that I have held in my story crumble before my eyes. In clear sight, I see layers and layers of illusions in this mind, in this culture, and in the world that we inhabit. I see clearly see the societal machine that strives to govern this planet, and I see that it seeps, heavy laden in seductive illusion, and its intention is to control the inhabitants of this planet to serve its purpose of perpetual greed. A machine exists on this planet, and it’s only intentions are to serve itself. It appears to be born from man’s mind, and has grown into something so rigid, structural, and completely dead to what life really is. Here I understand how this has come into play, as it has time and time again throughout history. It is shown to me how imprintable and controlable human beings are, and how we become so easily seduced through culture, education, religion, media, and just about the great majority of what our society tells us. I see this crumble, for where I reside and who I am has no place for this. I exhale, and I watch this wave of illusion pass, just as all things do. I too see the notion of “me” dissolve. In this place I understand that my story, my identity, and this person who I call me does not even exist at all. I expand more deeply, clearly, and expansive into this, and as I breathe out the vision folds greater into itself. Through the layers of mysterious and foggy haze of illusion, Presence shows itself. Like a sword, it cuts through the clouds of perception, popping each bubble of false impression, each layer of misconception, dissolving great and alluding mirages, and continues onward until nothing left remains. Nothing at all. In this space, I exist as Presence, all inclusive, all encompassing, infinite, everything and nothing; Source. In a tangible, experiential way, I embody the infinite cosmos, extending so far that all dissolves back into source, and my presence returns back into my body. I am awakened within the dream that we call life. I remember who I am, I remember where I came from, and where I am going. In a language so profound and so complete, I am told that I am not alive for the first time, nor the last. I understand that we are all reflections of each other, that we are all different parts of the same whole. We are the universe made manifest, we are the eyes with which it wishes to see. All of us; humans, birds, bees, plants, butterflies, and everything in between. Let us remember. Let us see clearly. Let us understand our potential, see through attempts to hinder or limit our unrealized dormancy to anything other than what That is. Let us Live in Love, reside in light, and learn to embody Natural Great Peace. In this moment I awaken

“After all, what is a butterfly, if not the flowering of a caterpillar beyond its wildest dreams.”

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“Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart, and I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.”

Oriah

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Sit down before fact as a little child, be prepared to give up every conceived notion, follow humbly wherever and whatever abysses nature leads, or you will learn nothing.

T.H Huxley

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“Upon this Loom I weave my Life”

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A brief rant on Creativity

People do the most amazing things. I am continuously astounded by the level at in which we, as humans push boundaries, transcend limits, surpass the unattainable, and extend far beyond what we ever thought was possible. We create, we transform, we explore. We discover, we expand, we grasp, and we take off into the vastness that exists far beyond our creative potentials. Yes among us are masters of the most amazing frontiers. Yes inside us exist the most dynamic, marvelous, roads of discovery and artistry. In the forms available to us, in the mediums that are readily at our fingertips, we can create fruition that is out of this world. We forge sound-scapes that pulse around us, through us, inside of us, and from within the sound is born a dancing muse. We project visual artistry into space, into blank canvasses of paper, random objects, city walls, natural settings, and it all comes back to us as a vision that inspires us to new heights and fresh ideas. We jump off of great heights, play with the fine lines of gravity, face up to mountains of land, water, and concrete, all in the pursuit of creative expression and ecstatic exploration. We do it alone, and we do it together. We push our personal boundaries as individuals, and we reach far beyond our limits collectively. All of our creativity is only perpetuated by the dynamic dance that emerges from everything all around.

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Weaving

I am sitting on the airplane, talking to the girl beside me, and she asks why I am headed to Australia. “Well…. I met a girl. Yes, I fell in love with a girl, and I am following my heart to her… I am enthused by the thrill of following my heart to where it leads me, to the beautiful people, to the magical places, the corners of the world that it knows exactly how to get me to. When I let my deepest sense be the guide, I seem to find myself in such wondrous situations. So yes, I am trusting that with the coins in my pocket, the radiance in my chest, the love in the air, and the great ability that I have somewhere deep down inside me to evolve into new situations, I will create a stunning adventure.” My friend sighs, expresses how romantic it is that I am headed to a new country for a woman I barely know, and gives me her encouragement and stranger’s blessing as our wheels touch ground and we arrive Down Under.

I find myself in a whole new adventure. Big city, cafe culture, coffee, black tea, urban art, fruit markets, home-made meals, music on street corners, explorations into fern forests, mossy gullies and one wild ride of being reborn into new skin and new surroundings.

She is a wonder to me. She has a garden, two black cats, an incredible sense for life, an artistic touch when it comes to green smoothies, tonics, home-made recipes, and remedies. I suppose if I were to write a book about the way she inspires me, she would play the part of the white witch, the dream weaver; the one who brews up magical concoctions, holds the secrets to the universe, passes through the seams of space and time, ignites obstacles in transformative flames, and steadily reminds you of the angel wings on your back. Yes she would play this character, and I can see the book writing itself. I will call her Tendril.

Into the story enters two more Lovers. One is a Wizard of sorts, and the other his love, his partner, and his equally magical apprentice in the arts and wonders of life. His name, Zen, and hers, Sage. After being in Australia for nearly a month, they cross into my path for the first time since Thailand, where our paths initially intersected, and we became wonderful friends. As I am sitting having a tea this morning, I get a phone call from them, and we decide to get together for a frozen pear drink at a little cafe at a local urban farm…

One day we were wandering through a vibrant beach in Southern Thailand. We were enjoying the natural beauty around us, and were simply enjoying ourselves as we strolled across the sand and through the surrounding jungle. As we walked, we looked into the eyes of the future, and speculated how wonderful it would be to continue on this journey together. In each other, we recognized a parallel of paths. We saw that something very special, and quite magical was happening between us all. So as we walked, we enjoyed the prospect of traveling together one day again, possibly in Australia. So with this, we threw the intention out into the air, and at this point we didn’t know that only in a few months time it would pick us all back up again, and re-unite us on different soils, nor did we understand the amazing coincidence and synchronicity that would carry us all together again.

So as we sat today, at this fine little farm, we enjoyed our cool slushy drinks, and got caught up on the happenings of the last little while since we had seen one another. We spoke of our adventures, and the details, the unfoldings, and the fun coincidences in how our paths have crossed again. I found out that Tendril knows Them, and that They were actually the ones who had inspired Her to go to Southern Thailand where we met. I find out that, the magnetism, the grace, and the complete draw for me to come to this place on this journey all came together in one fun, magical, interaction. I don’t understand the whole of picture, but I sure do appreciate some of the little details. Like how Tendril worked at the same spot as Sage, and that one day, as he was waiting for Sage to get off work, Zen sat and talked with Tendril and had offered praise to this school of Yoga in Southern Thailand. Well, it was a wonderful suggestion, because it was at this school where Tendril and I met, and where we decided to journey together into new places and new experiences.

Today some of this magic, some of this synchronicity has looked me in the eye, and reminded me of the wonders and grace of the universe, and it continues to amaze me with the stories it writes. Something is on the horizon, some great transformations, journeys, and a continuation of this adventure. The passing of time will sculpt the story into experience, and reveal its great beauties.

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