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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

ancestral retreat

i am in the very center of existence, my self immersed with the divine, all my being aligned with the purpose of becoming divine, never wavering, sometimes in the heart of being exploding with the force of love. all day it is the stretch from being at work to being in harmony, not an alien form but a loving connection i need. the force of the cleaning and the love of the divine combine into ecstasies and flow like rivers of delight as the earth opens up and lets me go.
in every retreat the force is released and reconnected, every truth is released and set free, every meaning loosed and loved, every purpose unbound and let go. all that remains is that which you have yet to find for the next time and the next. as in the process we know what we become but never who we were, awareness is ever looking ahead integrating the past with the present as future evolves. what is I is ever I and that which is the i ness is always integral to that which is to be and is now forever what is the awareness. beyond that is the i in you becoming only the i without any source or ending.
the accumulation of the family of man, the evolution of the species, the race of all mankind's attachments and emotions is here with you in this moment and unless you consciously remove that which is there, you will be forever immersed in the pool of desire. as the unawakened man is the slave of this mass of directive and invective.
only through the miracle of meditation and energetic realization can this be overcome and dispelled, first in each individual and finally in the collective for we each copy down the code and run it in our systems and add our own twist and flavor to its message, then at death it is uploaded to the collective. the passage is unremarkable as the system is wiped clean and returned for recycling. the only method for aborting this process is to reverse the code in the system, by emptying the memories from the storage, through meditation.the mind must stop, before the code can be killed, like booting into safe mode, then the quiescent virus of ancestral karmas can be easily removed. but this is not all. the everyday will bury you anew with your reactions and inattention's, your emotional connections and cords to a million thoughts ideas people places and things, whatever you can think feel or imagine, you become connected to and take on their programming. to get beyond this your practice must daily remove these and finally prevent these from ever occurring.
and remember, we absorb everything, not just what we are aware of but the great mass that we are not. our system is processing 11 million bits of information through our known senses every second, and an unknown quantity through the senses we arent aware of. all this has the ability to trigger our emotions feelings thoughts in ways we have no control over. so when we have a thought or a reaction or a desire, we have no idea what has triggered this. its all imaginary that we are in control of these human systems we inhabit.
become light, divine light and know you are not the body or the mind or the feelings but the being of spirit that has come to be integral in the process of bringing awareness, divine consciousness into living and unliving matter, a divine force not of this earth but in communion with these tiny spirits awaiting our salvation.

Monday, July 26, 2010

ho' oponopono

this was it, the mother lode, the nest of the full blown crazies.the radical philosophy of a maverick kahuna in the hands of the flower generation passed on to every middle aged abused housewife in 17 countries. Stretch pants over beach balls and hair every which way, short is best or impossible frizz. the flavor of the day is orange.and large. with all the guile of a high school production, the fate of the world is given to these. and thats the truth of it.
literally. its nothing short of the fate of all mankind which is transferred to the abilities of the near insane and the portly petulant. who else would even consider it possible, and these are not all first timers suckered in by a smooth talking huckster in a book that is simple and evasive but promises too much to believe.no, many are multi year students of the Hawaiian madwoman.
the philosophy is a variant of all eastern thought. there is only one being expressed in unending forms in every molecule of existence. and that being is in each of us and is perfect. it is only the memories stored through all generations of living humans, the resurfacing of remembered falseness to the being, the turning away from the divine that create the problems in the world. these memories are shared with all in the being. so when a problem arises it acts like a virus, the memory is shared by all it touches. what to do?
this one Kahuna in the 70's devised a method where one person in harmony with themselves could petition the divine self nature to erase these memories and thereby remove them from all mankind for all time. its a simple process of repentance, acceptance and gratitude that makes this possible and anyone can do it, although it seems to be a 24/7 job and the pay is spotty. They call it cleaning, and a hundred cleaning tools are available, like pretzels and bazooka bubble gum and of course ice blue solar water that cleans everything. i know it sounds crazy
but anything radical enough to save mankind from losing his divine nature cant be business as usual, so when i say this is the nest of the full blown crazies, i mean that in a good way, it has to be here, in the nest, where the accepted reality is stretched thin that a breakthrough of the magnitude that is needed can happen.
the trick is to realize that all reactions, all feelings, all appearances that we see in others is actually all in our own experience arising from our own memories. the others are all divine beings, perfect, it is the replaying of these collective memories in ourselves that create the issues that arise. and these memories disconnect us from our own divinity. so when we read about a child molester, its ourselves that is the molester, the holder of the thoughts, the creator of the issue, not the person on tv or in the paper, or even your own brother in law. its the one having the experience. So if you remove the memories that are creating your reaction, that removes the problem for you and since we all share these memories, for everyone and all can be that much nearer the divine. it even removes the memories for the object of your experiencing.
the cleaning tools are straight out of a cargo cult in new guinea, m&m's , Life Savers (they save your life),Burrito, gold watch. its an eclectic collection of divinely inspired connections between the mundane articles of modern culture and the erasure of these stored memories cutting us off from seeing the divine within and without.
The inner child, unihipili, needs to be loved by the self , the uhane, the conscious mind, for it is the unihipili that talks directly to the divine through the father, aumakua, the superconscious self. So for the cleaning to work the individual must be in a perfect relationship with their inner child, the source of all intuition. this is the most important part of the work, to love thy inner self. who can argue with that?
and finally when you can find that point when you have cleaned down to the rock bottom, and believe me, you begin to realize that it is like the depth of the very earth itself, then you will experience the open pathway to the divine and can experience finally the natural divine inspiration that is the meaning of our existence. no small task, its described as tedious and continuous work, but the results are for everyone everywhere and for each self that can do such lofty work.
Imagine a hundred years from now, the ho oponopono has become part of daily life and cleaning has progressed to where all the memories are gone, only the immediate reactions are collected and every human is seeing the other as who they truly are, not a reaction to memories but as the shining connection to the divine. It is something this simple that the world needs, the divine inspiration of one Hawaiian spreading throughout the world. Clean that thought.

Friday, July 23, 2010

catching up

where does it start, the end is clear enough but where does all this come from. I awake at 3:30 am and the room is bright with the candle that has been burning for days and nights. i am not supple or young but i rise with some dignity in my underwear and strike a sleep sotted stance for my morning stretches. without stopping to think my neck rolls and i hearthe crunching of the bones and the fine ligaments stretching across them. the weight of my body has diminished by 17% and my waist by 12%. the daily reduction of calories and the 4 mile walk has continued without pause and the practice has been elevated returning to its fever pitch of months ago.
let me review briefly what has happenned.
april 6 - the retreat at Galilee begins
april 12- the retreat ends and i begin
may - unending expansion and realizations
june 2 - the contraction begins
june 5 - weekend retreat in Boulder the expansion returns - Samadhi
june 7 - kundalini explosion
july 12 - forces of contraction dominate
june 15 - week in olympia with my two best friends S and S
june 20 - weekend in Seattle - kathlen and Mary from Galilee are there
june 21 - trip to india is required come december january
june 23 - return to SD - a week of waking samadhi indefinable happiness
july 4 - consider my life connect with my family
july 8 - register for the ho oponopono course
july 16 - weekend retreat in SF
july 19 - full samadhi - unbelivable energy
july 20 - kundalini uprising
july 21 - overcome the forces of contraction
july 22 - india booked - dec 28 feb 3
july 23 - catching up

the little time i imagine is extended without rnd, all days become one, all lives are living now, all my dreams are awoken and revealing themselves. The first thing to awaken in me is my love for the divine, her and his combined in that which never was but always is and never will be. the truth lives in me like a fire that does not burn but lights the way to in all darkness. its not a truth of words for there is none it is a truth of being, the settlement of divine in this form. i see skin and muscle and veins and even bone lightly covered, but i experience unending awareness that has no touchpoint in this body. i live in the form but not of the form, i am deep in my austerity now, now thjat i know what i am truly about, the renunciation the giving up of all the things i have claimed as mine.i give them freely to the world from which they were created and in which they will be destroyed. I take only the awareness and the letting go as i move beyond the shadow of my existence.for where i have been is in the lightless regions and the covered places where light is seen as a product of man and not the one realization of the divines entry into the human senses. light as the tool for seeing where to put my feet and hands so i ndont lose anything, dont relinquish what is my due as human and man. but as the spirit of my incarnation light is my breath and food, my water and wine. the light fills that which was emptied again and again, for every bit of the divine in the human form is relinquished as we take our pleasures unceasing and drink the blood we share and take without question. all hope is cast into fortunes pot and stirred with the paddle of fear, all men are the tools of karma and the fools of paasion where lust is the desire we fear to resist. let madness be the wanting of all that we cannot have and the rejection of all that is ours.
i wake up from this moment and am in the same instant returned to the moment i have always been in, the love the fruited being the souls dominion of now and forever, awaiting nothing and extremely pleased with all that is brought and taken.nothing is here and emptiness fills the endless caverns of awareness. in my smallest understandings i am centuries of realizations lost and unending experiences done left only in a point beyond calculating where this faith holds me, individualized constraining the openings expanding the being until there is only space and wishing time would begin where all things start and the waterfall pushes the river to the cliff of forgeting and the ride starts all over again.
i ponder my state, the point of me being to experience that which i am and who i am, since that is what i do. and i know i am the divine in human form experiencing the divine in all forms and within me is that connection to that which is infinitely expanding andnever ending and i see myself across universes unknown and then as the very destroyer of all that i can possibly comprehend, and from all of that i can only have faith for what am i but this tip of the experiencer dangling in some awkward setting filled with the dread of failing at what i cannot understand or even conceive of, and where is this fear come from but from not being that which i am and not knowing why ia ma here until i connect to the force that is within and without and fills me withy mothers milk that comes from some divine buddha cow that suckles me until i cannot help but explode in complete desire for that which i am become. as the little man i am done and as the divine i am begun, yet where would that beginning be, i become that which is truth and has nothing to define its course or its satisfaction. i left the way of my feet and found the footsteps of my heart, and now fly on wings of faith where the leather of my knowing held me back.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

restless

sins of the virtuous and the lies of the truthful
all things come to the last of the departing for those that have gone before have fallen and left all behind for the rest
where there is trouble there is nothing but fortunes promise
and every restless pilgrim becomes the last of the chosen and the first to sacrifice everything for a promise never given
the sky falls but none are there to catch it
and history winds its way back to where it starts
unliving the dreams of every soul ever conceived
and left ragged for the scavengers of time
the plenty is given to those who have no desires
and all is awaiting those that never come.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

artwork of existence

overtaken by the circumstances of being immersed in the force of expanded consciousness, the self recedes allowing the inner nature to expand unchecked. thoughts become messages and intuition becomes the psychic untouched and alive. the truth of the existence is easily revealed and the state that is attained is perfection and unending grace. all moments are one, all faces are joyous truth, each minute detail is a perfect reflection of the purpose of existence. we share yet we are separate, the flow is unchecked yet discretely patterned to suit the unique nature of each soul and its ability to absorb and connect. where you have come from continues yet where you are going is never known except by discerning the telltale signs of the divine's meaning in everything you experience. life is love given fully and aliveness is the fruit of the body mated with the souls emergence. in every face the source is seen but not every human can see their own divinity. those that do shine from within where the universal consciousness comes forth to experience itself in such delicate constraint. here is the very artwork of existence, the flavor of the chef unknown before this instant and brought forth for every individual nature to savor and reflect upon. the integration of every experience and every reaction to all experiences and every truly creative instant of inspiration becomes the meaning that the universe inserts into each moment that comes and soon the very nature of reality is changed and is unknowable to the last. in this is life undetermined except through our unchecked and fevered desire to become that which we realize and invent and aspire to without heed for what others require.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Mother Love

the moment i awaken i am in love. there is a feeling of connection to my present universe. I feel the force flowing without end and with total love. Where i contemplate my meaning i find only the power to be filled with love from everywhere and in everything. I wondered about this amazing feeling, one i have carried from birth, one we all share whether we experience this or not. I was thinking the other day regarding the truth of my experience and how it has shaped my life for this has not been an easy or natural journey.
The wonderment began when i fell in love with my mother, and i loved her with all my heart and nothing could be more wonderful. I filled my universe with that love. But in return, i felt there was something else. a rejection, a criticism, a lack of love returning. I did not for an instant think there was anything wrong with the object of my love but rather that there was something wrong with me, and i strived to better myself to be what she needed in order that her love for me would be as great as my love for her.
I am sure you can see what this created. In every relationship, my love was surrender and full heart and without question, and in return, there was lack and distance and requirements, and i strived always believing the fault the distortion the lack was mine. Never did i suspect that my love was unique that others did not naturally experience this feeling of unconditional love for others. and i went on and on in life twisting and judging and wondering what was wrong with me.
this is the issue, some people are amazing lovers all the time and if they do not connect with a sympathetic soul a like kindred lover, they will not realize what a gift they have and it will be turned against them as they try and try to perfect that which is already perfect.
as i became older and started to become bitter and hopeless about love and definitely angry, it occurred to me to just love myself, to turn this perfect power to one i knew was perfectly capable of receiving and giving this force. as i turned to myself, i found myself revealing that which is divine in me for the divine force of love washes away all falsehood and leaves only that which is true. as that became my nature, love found me, a perfect lover a divine soul, who like me, woke up every day in love, and knew only unconditional surrender to that which is perfect within each of us. and in these last 10 years only pure love has flowed from me and while i had to learn the true divine nature of my self by having the human destroyed painfully, i am forever thankful and am now beyond the attachments and fully devoured for only love survives the pain.

Monday, July 5, 2010

pray for me

i find the torture of the soul exquisite and the pain of the madness divine
where is the truth hidden
and in what strongbox held
life meets me and then triumphs as a man would a child
all is folly to the seamstress as she waits for me
and i in torn rainments swallow my pride and beg for the protection of cloth
lust be gone and may universal light enter all meaning here
the world is turned so that none may see its true face and the rest of life is simply false
next to oceans are lands end and where the two begin
i find only touching
the love flows from the erosion and absorption of all reality into matter dissipated and absorbed into endless form
the drink becomes the matter of existence and the food
the passage of the meaning for existing
pray for me in this hour for
i see the damage i have done for love and the freedoms lost for trying where there was nothing to do
take solace from me and leave nothing but the stone sitting exposed to wind and sun and freezing nights for this too shall be cracked and spoken of as if there were meaning and intelligence and drama.
each insect has the will and every cell the meaning but what purpose man but to know and become that which he cannot conceive in this minute so there it must end
except in the madness coming
but yet the next second there is hope and that too shall not help or even damage what cannot be stopped
as long as the tribe returns each summer to the solstice stone and the prayers never ending
continue
 
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