Extra-ordinary Day

The mind seeks and tries to find itself...yet again. Body goes through the girations of creating. Pain body arrives and boohoos just about everything body is trying to do.
Finally, the "work" gets put away and thankfully spirit takes the pilots' seat. "Aaaaaahhhh, now where were we?" spirit asks.
Sensations...yes, sensations, Christopher would agree. I think about Christopher for these moments and listen as he would listen. I know there are symphonies playing continuosly. One only needs to listen. Then alongside this questing I put my feelers out to experience my newest sensations of "other" ,as in, another be-ing that recently arrived alongside me on this delicate earthly path. The sensations are speaking rather regularly through these times. Portals within my soul are opening. New information is flooding my cellular venue. I am listening to everything.

Not long ago an ET showed itself and reminded me that she/he was in my dream several nights ago. The image appearred to be of death. It was a skeletal looking creature lying upon the earth, curved inward from head to foot and lying upon its' side.
Although it appearred to be dead it was so alive to me. The aliveness was not recognizable. The death was recognizable but so not fitting in the moment.
I spoke aloud and said it sure was okay that ET was making an appearrance. I welcome each and all of you in your return to assist and co-habitate with us. The Star Nation is returning for these purposes once again.

Nothing is very familiar. I am taking pleasure in this new way.
The cosmic picture is readily present to me. It's enormous, neverending and completely undisguised. Trails of lights, precious, magnetized coordinates, silver threads of connectedness, crystal reflections of memory... it is all here. These images melt down the thick veils of maya. Then I ask myself "what more could I possibly know?" My answer to myself is "endless."
My be-ing is devoted and already dedicated to magnificent tasks. I've been shown how to swim in the cosmic sea. I am a DNA strand dancer. I weave with the strands that delicately cross over my be-ing and open to my embrace. I charge and vibrate from the endless source and go into endless wonder and new creation. I conceive of so many beautiful instances throughout the cosmos. Some day I will reutn to this holy vision and lay eyes upon the truths I have nurtured and procreated. My children are everywhere in the world. For those Madonnas and Mary Magdalines who have recieved me I am thankfull! Through your blessed reception and wombs I am completed. Perhaps they were moments, perhaps we met in parallel places. And for the times of shared consciousness I am honored. This I seek in each instance of sharing with other. I find completion. I see the remainder of myself. I vibrate and release velocity in the warmth of your surrounding and holy embrace. Your trusting reception brings me into humon fruition at a rapid rate. I am solidified in other realms, ones I do not see. Yet I know I exist.

Mask of Maya

The Mask of Maya grows in her appearrances. She diligently bubbles out from every crevice. Oh the art of submerging one's self in these new ways. I have to check on myself often and find the feelings, the obstacles, the fears of entering and living in this "new day". All the promises are there. All the masters say "go", "it is bliss", "divine truth lives here and you can live with it". The words are words but the practice reveals that, indeed, another reality does exist simultaneously.
We have been shaped and sculpted so very far from who we really are. There are glimpses at times and moments of God.We all know them. We cry out for more, please don't go, be here now. Then another day happens. We do the usual mundane things yet we know scraping at the pit of our heart there is something so much more but again we are distracted by the lie, the myth that keeps us propelled in a superficial reality. Surely this must be what we are here for but "not".The fake world leaves us empty. Sure we have highs and lows but that's the ride of the ego. The spirit within just keeps trying to breathe under water. The essence self keeps calling for help. Help is here, right here, under our noses just like the wise ones tell us. We get those glimpses and then we struggle to return. Struggling is an untruth. Freedom is for real. It's not from any thought we can think. It's only from moments that we can allow. This is the practice. Do we dare? Do we dare to turn this reality of suffering over? Do we dare to face our fears and the myths that we have lived with for eons? Aaaah, these are the questions to ask. These questions leads us to going deeper. That is a necessary thing in order for us to bust out of this dazed way of life, really no life at all. There is so much more than living and dying as we perceive it. Go there. Break the shell open. Be a good egg. Be a god egg! The yoke is only on ourself...smile!

Something More

I want something more Something deeper in life.
My humon self aspired for so long to be the ideals of intergity, honesty, peace and on and on.
I created my own internal religion that I now pray to flush out.
I cough and I spit the phlegm of what I leave behind. I go deeper. I look deeper. I call out for depth. I look around and ask what and how am I to be? Who am I, once again...but from another perspective. Not from the ego, the image, the "how do I be a good person" personnae. No it's something I don't know yet.
Each time I review where I have been it seems I find myself among masks. And then everything just falls away.

Oh the View

As I spend my time in Eureka Springs healing and sorting out my lives I come to understand such a dynamic duality in myself.
I recognize what I call the "false" reality, the realty that has suffered from attachmnets and illusions and expectations. Then I have my spiritual reality, the one that knows there is something more, something deeper. I challenge myself to be disciplined and attentive to the depth rather than the surface.
As I sat in a restaurant this evening I observed myself as I do each day, as my practice, that of "self study" and I noted how already in just this lifetime I have experienced and mastered so much of the "false" reality. I have indulged and engaged in the finest of fun and drink and relationships. I truly have mastered the art of the life that is so readily visible to most. Perhaps that is why I can make the choices that I am making now. The choices to live alone, go solo, sit forever until the next impulse and god-given realisation emerges. After so much participation in drink and entertainment and love I am now filled to the limit of the knowledge I desired. I have attained the mastery of life as we know it. I have accomplished great tasks with not enough reward and satisfaction. It has catapulted me to my path of spirit and devotion. I no longer have the choices of my past. They no longer suit me. I am changed. I am becoming what awaits within me.
Each day I greet a new understanding and I face yet another mystery. I anx at the withdrawal and no turning back. I sob with great release. I celebrate knowing life could always be this grand. I look to the day that this way of life is natural. I look to the day that I can not imagine ever having done it differently.

Springs Away...

Yet another beautiful day in Eureka Springs, Arkansas.
As I sit with my favorite cup of coffee all imaginings set free in the morning wind. The mind begins to stir and all kinds of things desire fruition. Then that deeper voice(s) remind me to listen more closely, give relief to those first habitual stirrings and come face to face with Truth of this day, of this moment. So I listen, as this is my practice, and I return here to share the flow.
It is truly a suitable environment for my nature to reflect. the quiet helps me to discriminate what is within and what is without. I get to ponder with my closest companions as Sri Aurobindo and The Mother. They speak to me and share the reflections of their lifetimes and the one that exist still, right now, beside me. We speak of multidimensions and falsehoods and truths. This is something I have querried about all my life, at least, this lifetime and probably others. It's a continual examining of what is relevant and what is "more".
The mind these days seems so full of itself. After awhile I do have to question its' real value and purpose in life. The mind seems so redundant, predictable and bland. Seems to have lost its adventurousness. I guess all good addictions eventually self diminish. It's up to the individual to actually take notice. I can do something about it or not. The real value is in the seeing. The change, if so desired, is in the realisation. Then followed by the allowing. Simple sounding but so boldly a dare.
Our depths are so young in revelation and this is where the joy of life presents itself. This is where life shows her meaning, in the mystery, the unknowing of our evolutionary selves. Now that can keep me entertained for a quite awhile. It is this mere form of entertainment that I am cultivating in myself during these times...during the rest of my life!

Evening Calls

It's no wonder we seek to run and hide. At any given moment a flash of dense array raps at our door and dares to create an envelope around our day. Run, hide, such a traditional way. But dare to be still, dare to go face to face...whoa! Now that's a different regard and maybe an entitled respect. Something like acknowledging and feeding the demons. Look em in the eyes and make offerings....offerings of food, spirit and forgiveness. Usually well received and never argued or refused. Funny that way.
Drafts and specks of sticky, dark dust, a little like broken webs. Grandmother Spider must not like that or truthfully what's there to like or not. Let that go with the blend of cosmic tearing. Let us celebrate that there is a slit. This is a portal. It is time to zoom, zoom, zoom. go through, do what we do. don't hesitate, don't wait.
Evening Calls. There are so many. One can only be still to become the background that shows the movement.

Morning Prayer

It's another crystaline morning of dew and raindrops that clear the entire environment. With them I call in the alchemy of peace and calm and dissolve of whatever obstructs growth and evolution. I send these waves to friends, family and enemies. I pray for our in breath to behold loving kindness and our out breath to release suffering. With crystaline magic I speak with Grandmother Spider and ask to be included in her web of connectedness. I seek the understanding that releases me from worry, anxiety, lonliness and fear. I seek the divine filler in my soul that allows me to wisely observe and yet be a part of the integral changing universe. I call in the ever unfolding of my full potential. I ask for ease in this process of transformation. Truly there is more to "we live and we die". The falsehoods are losing the hold as life reveals something deeper, more enriching and truest to our given nature. We are one. We share dreams and fabric and truths. Together we take up our swords and carve a world of knowingness. We delete the distractions and mind fillers. These tapes are obsolete. Spaciousness and wideness of vision releases us into a freedom unquestionable. Praying is a wonderful art form!

Awakening Moments

It's another brand new moment. Amazing how the mental wants to fill, fill, fill.
I akwaken to this new and significant day and ask myself of what direction might I go? I have projects collected from years and years ago and there are the ones just from yesterday. Which of these fine collections wants to continue, to be here now and then have a spring in the world for all to observe the flow?
I am processing in blog land before anyone's eyes with hopes that this will indeed be or become entertaining and at its very best, sustaining.
I do have 2 projects that I can speak of that will find their way here fairly shortly and those would be "Time Is Art" and the audio chapters of "Christopher Lantz".
I'm uncovering that I can link to an audio file but I haven't found a successful way to link the movie file. I don't think this will be too difficult. It's all this tech stuff that prolongs the "cast" pod or broad. But I won't go to bog-me-down-land with the tech details. At least, not today.