Under The Starlit Sky
A shooting star
Descends like a comet
Through the spine
Into a core
Of gracefully unfolding fern leaves
In my navel.
Under The Starry Night
A golden man
In tiniest seed-position
Expands from the core of the navel
Through and beyond
The diameter of my outstretched arms
To the ends of the cosmos
To the infinity of creation
And back again
In a radiance
That comes all the way
Through the eyes
And through the hands.
My life ends
and begins anew
In the faith
And the faithfulness
Of a crystal clear
house of Transparency.
In constant rebirth,
Ending and beginning
In the same moment
Like the diastolic and systolic dance
In a heartbeat.
Forever Experiencing life
For the first time
In the assurance of deathlessness
In an honesty
That gives a child pause
Guiding without exception
that parts these lips
As a word.
Resting in a grounding
So deep and wide
That even a 1000lb
In a sensitivity
Like the soft landing
Of a butterfly.
In the bright daylight sky
My ice castle of transparency
Collapses into a melting puddle
Dissolving into a
nakedness of innocence
Rendering all ideas defenseless
In an absoluteness so complete
That even old Jonah
Might tremble at the knees
As his traveling companion.
Under the lavender sunset
I am the glimmering, itchy back
On a blade of grass
Calling to the pecking and scratching
of nearby birds
For some relief.
Along the sea
I am the waves
striving to stretch their legs
Against the cramped rocky cliffs,
The wind rising
With foamy sea mist to shore,
And the Sun rays
Reveling in the reflective warmth
of each stone
It has made.
Under the last ray of sunshine
Below tangerine horizon
I join with the gravity of homeward Sun
Until I become
The solar system itself,
And cosmic breezes
Flow out from
The Milky Way
Behind any storm
Or even the curve of the earth
The Sun cannot hide from this heart,
And so trust only my body
In the awareness that it’s cellular memory
In even the darkest nook and cranny
Exceeds my own,
Surrendering to the awareness
That our meeting
Is none other than
One vast being knowing itself
Like the sometimes
of two blood cells in my veins
In their race to deliver oxygen
Through the heart,
As I Shovel sparkling diamonds
of snow From the path
Transmuting the coal of my humanity
In the sweet intensity
Under oceanic atmospheres
Of every winded breath
Sweeping the valley.
Let the heart be the fountain of love,
Let the eyes wear golden shades of love,
Let the hands be feathers on the wings of love.
Welcome love like the guest of honor
At a grand cosmic party,
Of only sensation and awareness.
Even you came to earth
As love in this way.
In the waiting room to enter
Human consciousness as a newborn
The sign on the door to this party
Says “Leave your words at the door.”
Naming shields the heart of love,
Nameless is the gate of love,
Shameless is the hand of love,
Generous is beingness in love,
Listening is attractiveness in love,
Emptiness, the chalice of love,
Comforting is the heart of love,
Wordless beyond the gate of love,
Velvet is the hand of love,
Truly living is the fate of love,
Deeply quenching is the lake of love.
Dancing The Form near an Aspen Tree
Suddenly a new reality emerges from the darkness
The air is alive, thick like a fog
Yet revealing the living all
Who is here? I wonder
The tree is illuminated
Every facet of its bark is breathing
Inviting a shared breath
And oneness is known
now and forever
What would it be like to accept
The reality to which you first belong
Completely as it is?
As a living body of awareness
Creating everything continuously
Resting as consciousness
Awake in authenticity
Quiet in the heart
Alive with no past or future
Moving as beingness
Peaceful towards all
In communion beyond appearances
Realizing the profound
Seeing itself in the eyes of all beings
Perceiving reality finer than the senses
Empty space vast enough for all creation’s songs
Honest in pure response
Yes, evolving constantly
In the totality of awareness.
I bury the likes and dislikes
Of conditioned robotic rut-worn patterns
And the swirling pendulum of self-concern
To break once and for all
It’s hypnotic spell
Free of want and need
Healing the past
Discerning what is real now
Unmoved by phenomenon
Yet increasingly purified
In the ever emerging radiance
Of the descent of the creator into form.
Last night I dreamt that I was on a special-ops anti-terrorist mission in the desert somewhere, on the ground with a team of 3. We knew the language, we knew enough of the culture to get by and we were driven towards our aim. We head into a safe-house for terrorists and we know that the basement is connected to a network of underground tunnels.
We find ourselves in the dark down below crouched against the far wall away from the tunnel entrance. Just to the right of us, wooden stairs rise to the cellar doors that lead to the central part of the house which we closed behind us to conceal our presence in the dark.
The tunnel entrance in front of us is illuminated in a strange glow, pale golden white against the backdrop of walls painted a light shade of maroon. Hallways extend both to the right and to the left from this main entrance, so we don’t go in as there would be no way to defend ourselves from both directions with just 3 men. We wait.
Then the moment comes. A pair of eyes. Then another and another. They are coming from both sides walking in single file, uniformly spaced in distance from one another. We open fire and suddenly ten are down, but the flood of them doesn’t stop marching forward. Another fifteen down, and still they are coming.
“This is a massacre,” I think to myself as I suddenly realize that none of these people were armed. “What is this?” I can’t wrap my head around what kind of beings these people are, emerging in force, unarmed, with absolutely no thought of self-preservation. A pain of guilt suddenly rises toward the fallen. We are the terrorists.
I shine a weak light on myself and my men. We are all wearing long beards and decorative caps to blend into our surroundings, we are all fully armed with machine guns and explosives. We certainly fit the bill. We are the terrorists. But who are these people? And what are these strange glowing tunnels that they emerge from?
The light turns on more fully, this time emerging from the tunnel itself. Pale golden white light pours into the room, which now shows its maroon walls as well. These people. Their steady, all seeing eyes. They seem to take no thought of the fallen, they are the most upright, calm, determined, and most loving beings I have ever met. As they pour into the room, I would normally feel captured and prepared to be imprisoned or worse, but I feel more safe than I ever have in my life. I can’t help but notice they dress like the locals except their garbs are more flowing, and they wear nothing on their heads. Every part of them seems to carry this golden white light with them.
As I wake, my higher self says: “Love is rising up from the depths of the earth. Love is pouring down from the celestials of heaven. Love is emerging from most minute quanta of particles. Love will conquer all.”
”There is nothing outside of yourself.. look within. Everything you want is there. You are That.” ~ Rumi
The human body is more than just a microcosm. Every molecule in the human body has a direct connection with every star system in existence at its precise location and physiological function.
It is easy for anyone to understand that all physical matter in the universe is the body of God. A human being is created “in the image” of his creator because his or her body is a miniature version of that and directly connected to every aspect of the whole.
There is nothing outside of ourselves. There is nowhere you can go that you are not within the hand of your creator. You are everywhere and everything, operating as a living cell in, and as, the body of the One.
”There’s a crack, a crack in everything. That is how the light gets in.” ~ Leonard Cohen
Yom Kippur this year was absolutely amazing! The whole weekend was spent in a state of meditation, prayer, chanting, singing and reflection. I feel completely rejuvinated in spirit and ready to bring life more abundantly to my world!!!
On Yom Kippur, Jews do a couple of very important things. To sum it up in my own way, on Yom Kippur, Jews fast, reflect, repent, remember, and pray while wearing white. What is so great about failure? More than any other time of year, the nature of human nature and its erroneous ways is exposed. What is so great and important about that? Because it opens the doors for divine remembrance.
The failure of human nature is the victory of divine nature! Making mistakes is a very important part of human nature. What are mistakes? Anything we consider to be negative about our life. It could be the things about you that rub people the wrong way. It could be the things about you that self-sabotage your life. It could be an illness or setback. It could be any pattern of failure, any small kink in your way of approaching life that seems to keep success at bay. Each of these phenomena are extremely important.
Mistakes, from the perspective of the soul, are like the process of “exhaling.” Inspiration is an inhalation process, receiving the divine spirit from above, then guess what – it is meaningless unless it is applied in the world. The process of application is not unlike a toddler learning to walk: the growth is in the tumble, not the steps. For human nature, too, any failure or breakdown is a sign of progress, and an opening in consciousness, as well as a crack in the the physical body that allows divine nature more sovereignty.
What is meant by “a Crack?” Human nature inextricably finds its origin in divine nature. Physically speaking, the process we call “learning” happens when the brain manufactures synapses and new connections between synapses. The ideal state of soul integration in the body would be when the synapse connections stemming from the autonomic nervous system have a full and complete pathway to every little cell of the human body. It is thanks to the presence of the soul and the energy that the Divine provides, that all ANS functions of the brain, heart, etc. can function. Every time a toddler falls, a crack happens in the synapses of the brain and the openings provided by that breaking point become the basis for new connections. Without exhaling, inhaling is no longer possible at a certain point. When the soul is flowing strongly into the body, one can sometimes “hear” a large procession of “crackling sounds” as the synapse connections are infused with greater spiritual capacity. Without failure, learning is no longer possible at a certain point.
The soul “breathes” into the body through the crown. Imagine you invented an incredibly complex series of gears that gets its power from above like a waterfall (i.e. The wheels depicted in Ezekiel). In order for the soul to operate well, you need 2 things:
The presence of the soul to provide the movement of “water” from the crest of the waterfall to the base. The faster, more voluminous and wider head the flow has, the more gears it can turn.
Highly responsive junction points between all the different wheels of the gears so that the flow of inspiration can reach all the down from our minds to our fingers and toes, to our families, communities and work places.
Human nature inextricably finds its origin in divine nature. Yet the divine in you needs to be invited back in to regain its sovereignty over all the processes of your life. When your own soul is completely in control of your life, then you are in a state of grace. How can we get back to such grace??? Through the process of divine remembrance.
Divine remembrance has been built into life processes at every level. Divine remembrance, divine grace, can be entered into by any one of trillions of “doors” that have been built into the system including:
One-pointed concentration on any task spiritual, mental or physical
Noticing desire before it manifests
Choosing to “see” the good in oneself and others no matter what
Mirroring the behaviorism and nuances of others. This practice requires one to study people like a book, and receive them fully by meeting people where they are. It is very important to relate to people on their own level.
Noticing the color white wherever it appears.
Reflecting on mistakes and experiencing them wholeheartedly.
Why is it so important to experience mistakes wholeheartedly?? On a physical level, the one who fails a 1000 times a day will be 1000 times more successful than someone who only fails once a day!!! Some people have such an idealistic image of themselves that they are afraid to commit to error. This is a huge folly. Personally, I crave the experience of failure because I can literally feel my soul, the current of breath moving from above grow in volume, size and strength each and every time. Spiritually, making mistakes is 100% completely intentional. In this very moment, your soul is engineering every aspect of your future in ways your physical senses can never comprehend. Why is your soul including mistakes in this design for your future?? Because mistakes are the opening for divine remembrance, the return to grace.
How does this process of engineering failure work? Imagine this moment was like the first moment of creation, the big bang. Physically, 1 second is composed of 1 billion nanoseconds. In each of these nanoseconds, on a quantum level, the soul has injected a single seed-like impulse made of building blocks in spiritual world called lifetrons. Lifetrons are like “cells,” they are most basic building materials of living spiritual substances. Creativity in any field of endeavor will be completely fruitless unless we can somehow mirror or produce in harmony with the design of life. In a very literal way, the second that just passed was like a big bang – composed of a billion lifetrons that were “planted” i.e. injected into your life through the current of the soul via the autonomic nervous system (ANS). What happens next is a process of unpacking the data, firstly interpreted by the endocrine system then output as biochemical chain reactions that are then interpreted by the sympathetic, sensory-based, nervous system (SNS). In such a way, this one second has unpacked one billion lifetrons that will become your life a few days or a year from now.
It has been scientifically proven that the sensory places of the brain “see” such kinds of impressions born from the world of the soul first before the world of matter. For instance, if I say the word “dog,” an image or associate with the animal appears in your mind even I haven’t shown you a picture. Plato‘s allegory of the cave is in many ways a depiction of this process. To Plato, what the sympathetic nervous system “sees” are the shadows on the wall cast by the light of spirit through the aperture of the SNS. To the ancient rabbinical technology, these impressions are called “dust,” and the same exact metaphor is used in Buddhist spiritual technology as well. A person who lives based on sensory-based information alone, for example, is said to slither on their belly through life and eat of dust.
A living soul eats not dust, but rather breathes the light of heaven and eats the bread of soul consciousness and drinks the waters of divine energy. For the soul to be fully integrated so much into the body that they live in “reality,” is the essence of the divine plan and human evolution. However, the process of divine remembrance is built into this seed-pod of a billion lifetrons that was just now released into your body by your soul. Why are mistakes designed into the system? These mistakes are like cracks that God can use to re-enter and reclaim his creation.
Unlike sensory human awareness, the soul does “see,” perceive, every aspect of the sum total of possible information available in all ranges of electromagnetic frequency. Light, sound, emotion, all knowledges, bodies of science, akashic records, the goddess library and all celestial resources including divine light, sound and healing are all present and available. In this moment, the spiritual technology of remembrance is administered by the seed-pod that was just released, as some kind of process of failure.
To understand why this process is so important to the soul, imagine you were a landlord of a vast series of homes. The laws of the world you live say that the rightful owner of any house will know the way in no matter what. All potential homeowners in this world are keenly aware of this law and construct every “brick” (i.e.) lifetron with a backdoor, that is a way in that is only known to them. Now imagine you have this amazing house that you have built and are ready to go off to work one day, but just realize you forgot your keys. You go back to the house to get your keys but find it locked. According to the laws of your land, you are only the rightful owner of the house if you know all the ways in. The owner of the house first goes to the front door, then to the second most obvious door and so on until full entry is regained. Our “houses,” “body temples,” our lives are intricately designed so that no matter how dormant, dark, unattended or illegally occupied they may be, the owner of the house, that is God, will always have a way back in.
The house your soul has built includes a re-entry system based on the failure of human nature. These re-entry systems are what ancient rabbinical technology called a ringlet. A ringlet, in my view, is a door for divine nature to re-enter the system. What is a ringlet? A ringlet is a series of experiences that carrying a common theme of failure on every possible plane of existence. Have you noticed that failures in your life happen in patterns? No matter where you go, you cannot run away from a ringlet. The only way through the ringlet is divine remembrance.
Ringlets, in the world of the soul, are considered fail-safe or fail-proof points where divine remembrance must be triggered. Ringlets are fail-proof because they cannot be escaped. Wherever you go, there will be some alternate version of the pattern manifesting itself, and yet it is for a extremely important reason. The purpose for ringlets. The purpose of self-sabotage. The purpose for failure of any kind is one and the same: divine remembrance.
If you knew that any failure that has ever befallen a human being has been specifically engineered as an instrument of divine remembrance, what would you remember? The seed-pod released by this moment will become your life tomorrow or in a week, and born within it is an impassable road block. There is only one way through: Upon this road block is a large sign that reads “Only Gods past this point.”