For A Fool Too Wise To Be Foolish

O foolish man

Who cannot accept

The hands of a woman

Looking to heal you

O holy man

Set apart from the rest

Singled out by the surprise

Of unexpected Love.

Were I you, I would find the strength

To mount the dream

Galloping so insistently through

Your benumbed psyche.

I would hold to the pommel of

My hand offered in friendship

And admiration

Even beyond their physical application

Bound only by eternal spirit…

O man in my missing dreams

Glimpsed from the corners of

Tearing eyes

What could have been

Or might have been –

Kept asunder by circumstance

By timing

By opportunities unpresented

Unprecedented,

By promises of another lifetime

Extending into these our now-lives.

I would uncross your arms

Set so firmly over your heart

I would face my face

Shining with blessing for you

Accept what is offered

Although it can never be an all from nothing.

 

O dearest man I touched with all my being

I brushed with my beating/beaten heart

O king of my wondering servitude

I would render with tendresse & laughing joy

Were you only to accept

To the limits we must draw

Within the abilities I have to offer,

For these would delimit you also.

 

O wisest man

To back away from my incendiary

Lust for life lived well

In utter expansion &

Manifest truth

It is to your bald being

A covering so soft

It is to your naked skin

A balm upending the

Hardening of your limbs

In resistance.

 

Choose your boundary lines

Implant them well, that nothing

Can reach you

For this seems what attends you best.

 

I fade outside the vision in your eyes

 

Yet I remain, as said before

A good woman looking for a good man

Who seeks a good woman.

And Fate & Faith will not leave me upended

Fallen from the blessing of your regard.

I will not resume invisibility

As my starting place

I am far too exposed to so many surfaces

To step into any background

You may fashion.

I have seared your closing heart

Too well.

 

You may choose to retreat

To cover that which thrives in lightness

But I will never again

Be who I was

For having known the potential of your love.

 

 

 

Musings of a Part-Time Philosopher

THE UPS OF DOWN

Why not evolve in Order, as ordered by our own inner guidance? Well, hey, I think our inner guidance was turned down in volume to inaudibility by the blare of this beautiful three-dimensional world we live in.

When the mute button was [inevitably] pushed, we were already turned toward the excitement of martial drums, & then War became the go-to lifestyle: existence as a mortal is so easily threatened, survival is a real thrill. Why else would murder, death, & destruction be so popular … smeared across all our entertainment? I can think of nothing more repulsive!

I find my life skills have centered around developing the abilities involved with  polishing relationships, turning negative emotions around & offering my life energy to others in a healthy manner.

But it became human’s nature to find life somehow more exciting as victim/victimizer. This took the focus into more basic directions (louder) in lieu of subtle spirituality (still small voices.) I know from even my morning walks that downhill is easier & can be far more electrifying than the slog up. When you read “lowest common denominator,” it can mean damned low right now. There’s a double-speak about striving for what I call “bigger/better/faster/more” wherein this is presented as what we should be doing, while all about us seems resolute in pushing us down & holding us there. Why are we so surprised to emerge into chaos from whence some say we sprang? It’s a slippery slope to navigate.

I’m not perfectly in tune with Spirit. I sometimes can’t get the channel to come in clearly. I sometimes don’t even trust what comes to me – too much interference for clarity. But I trust Silence. I trust my intestinal prayers to get me wherever Spirit wants me to be, while my heart seems to short-circuit over the Daily News. Shooting my way out possesses not the slightest appeal.

When I trek uphill, there’s a lovely mirror image that appears of traveling back down – to breakfast & a shower & taking off my sports bra.

If we look at our own aspirations, these mirrors of opposites seem to immediately clang into place. “I can” becomes “what if” in a blink. Ideas & manifestations are often at odds because of the mettle it takes to persevere & break through false images. We may not have enough experience in success to power up our belief in it. Going with the flow doesn’t necessarily riding along in someone else’s canoe.

So, where’s your personal Red Zone? What rings your chimes? If it isn’t the Divine which brings you to your knees, it will most likely be the cudgel held by a barbarian.

I think “religion” is a tool of control far more effective than chains. I know a local woman who puts everything in/on God through her Jesus & I consider this as much of an addiction & a power giveaway as smoking crack. Jesus looked to heaven & asked for help any number of times. While we can ask for help from anyone on the other side, it is up to us to generate the belief that help is available. It is up to us to realize we are made from a Prime Creator of love. And PC expects way more than what we’ve set up so far.

We can believe in the ladder appearing at the bottom of our personal well, but we must swim to it climb out, to be uplifted. I have chosen to leave religion out as an entrainment for my mind-heart. But I sure put a ton of truck into Spirituality! And though I take advice from many, I prefer my own orientation towards the improvement I’m asking about.

I’m still a spiritual Innocent, watching for insight everywhere, hyper-aware of its existence & my quest to find personal truth includes only that next best thought. I hardly look over my shoulder to see where I’m from. If there’s a mess, I’m responsible for at least 50% of it. I have learned I cannot clean it all up if it was made with someone else’s contributions. But once I have my part scoured, it is easier to send love to what’s out of my direct control or response & know that’s a healing of sorts.

“I create my own reality” say the reality buffs. I go for that 50-50 interpretation here. Because if the portion I am ignorant of creating is karmic or MK-Ultra’d, I don’t have enough comprehension to clear up the rest. That’s when I reach into the toolkit for the Trust hammer, the Faith screwdriver & the Love drill to just do the best I can.

I’ve overstayed my welcome in the antechamber of assumption. I admit the right to life, liberty & the pursuit of happiness. I am hopeful of a good grounding in “do no harm” as a life motto. I don’t leave the bags of dog dirt (so carefully scooped up) on the crossing from the beach. Just because shit happens doesn’t make it decorative.

Here’s the mystery, wrapped in an enigma, sprinkled over with conundrum & fired in the kiln of “mass consciousness”: Here’s where I separate the red & blue pills for a choice to live in the reality I am aware of having created as opposed to happenstance.

So to what do I owe allegiance? Where do I fall when the line is between service & servitude?

Humans are far too adept at adapting. We see the results of following only, when we ought to be living leaders of our hearts & minds. We ought to be spiritual adepts, en-spirited adults by this time. Ok, that sounds like a great destination.

Re-orienting.

Thanks!

I’m off. See you later, amigos/amigas.

With love,

ALL MY RELATIONS (Mitakuye Oyasin)

Tell me something, have you ever looked around at your family and taken it one step further to feel like you don’t even belong on this planet?

Well, you’re not alone.  So don’t get all comfortable in your misery here. I am here to help you to understand: you ain’t alone, baby. In fact, you are part of every living thing on earth … the world and everything in it is related to you.

I didn’t feel much like I “belonged” to my family. I have one powerful childhood memory that I dash around the corner every chance I got, where I’d sneak in behind a low bush and wait for my tribal family to come and get me. I envisioned them riding up in feathers and robes, leading a spare pony just for me. I always wore a piece of clothesline tied tightly around my waist. This wasn’t usually a problem, except the days I was in crinolines for dress-up & the parental unit would get cranky about having just ironed the dress… then things got a little Italian around the house.

So many of us feel estranged from our immediate family and it’s popular to say “your friends are your family” or, as I’ve seen it recently: “God gave us friends to make up for our relatives.” But time has proved to me that Desmond Tutu put it well when he said, “You don’t choose your family, They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.”

After being on Starship Earth for a while, we begin to see there are common threads that bind us all together. Our foods are different, our languages, our clothing…but that’s all detail. Basically, the same emotions apply: Who doesn’t want material success with a place to live well & in good health? Who turns away from good luck, plenty of money? Who doesn’t complain about their politicians or the rebelliousness of their youth?

In my online world, I keep seeing the phrase “Unity Consciousness” to denote this common thread of thought. We want fairness to prevail, we want to be safe in public places, we want our taxes to make a noticeable difference for PEACE in the world.

The continents may be drifting apart, but the regular people on them are uniting together insofar as their thinking less of war and more of peace.

The original title of Charles Darwin’s 1859 bestseller was On The Origin of Species By Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favored Races in the Struggle for Life.  Its primary topic was the scientific theory that populations evolve over generations through natural selection. This was not acceptable to the Church of England which felt species were unchanging parts of a designed hierarchy and that humans were unique, unrelated to other animals and, unfortunately, many times to other humans. While Darwin says ‘survival of the fittest’ twice in that book he uses the word “love” 95 times. I’d say that’s a terrific basis for a theory of evolution and one which is proving out!

He wrote:  “Let it be borne in mind how infinitely close-fitting are the mutual relations of all organic beings to each other.”

He also spoke of inter-species cooperation. If you think about it, our pets today prove that out. And not too many years ago we all lived with animals; if you kept chickens you got to have an egg hunt daily. If you wanted to go anywhere off the property, you saddled up the horse or hitched up the buggy. Our wake-up call was cattle lowing in the barn to be milked. We looked to our four-legs as co-workers, as guardians, as helpers and even as our mental health professionals as they’d listen to a lot more than we could tell anyone else… One life supported another, just as one life fed another.

Species cooperate in the wild pretty readily: In the southwest, pronghorn antelope regularly grab sage with their teeth to tear off leaves for lunch. When this happens, the sage sends out a chemical signal which triggers the tobacco plant next to it. The tobacco plant then breathes out – and it emits an odor that the antelope don’t like. In protecting itself, the tobacco plant is also protecting the sage. With such a beautiful and complex dance of life, it behooves you not to declare for your limitations by focusing only on the box step. Think your way out of that particular construction, pretty please!

Where does life come from? Is it just conception and procreation that brings in new living beings? In the early 1900’s, many experiments were done in Russia which proved out that life can arise from nonlife, and the cooperation of life with life is ever ongoing. Gurvisch was one scientist who was intrigued by plants growing upward no matter what. He theorized that there is a “life force” which was  undeniable, and enormously powerful. He saw plants growing even through concrete so he decided this life force came out of the TOP of the plant. He experimented with onions. He pointed the top of one onion top at the side of another, while running a low electrical current through them both. He was amazed and gratified to have his theory proved out when the onion being pointed at started to grow a big bump in response to the pointing onion. This gives me hope we can get to the life-level of onions. That we can point to one another, send the electrical current of our thoughts and the higher-voltage current of our prayers, at each other and create new life.

In the 70’s, I read a book called The Secret Life of Plants by Peter Tompkins and Chris Bird. You may have heard of it? Some of the book is based on the research of a man named Cleve Backster who was an interrogation specialist for the CIA. On a day at the lab when he didn’t have enough to do, he hooked up the polygraph to a dracaena plant. Amazingly, the plant registered on the polygraph with a spike on the readout tape. So he started talking to the plant. He began a kind of whole earth movement toward “biocommunication” – play music for the plants, tell your plants you love them and then stand back & watch ‘em grow!

Tompkins & Bird took Backster’s data a little farther and hooked up houseplants to an oscilloscope. Later, they proved that if you gave a plant a way to generate an electrical current, it would open your garage door for you when you got home.

You’ve probably heard about the researchers who set up cameras to find out what pets do at home all day. What they discovered was that when the owner THOUGHT about heading home, their dog went to sit at the door to wait. (Cats, however, headed for their food dishes.)

In 2000, Professor Pacheco (a neurobiologist) heated beach sand to luminescence, killing all lifeforms that might have existed in it. He poured this sand into a test tube partially filled with distilled water. He sealed the tube & autoclaved the test tube as a double measure of killing off anything alive in it. He placed this sterile test tube next to one with DNA in it, ran a low, 7 Hz current through them both – that same 7.3 Hz current Gurvisch ran on the onions. After 24 hours, a thin layer had appeared on top of the so-called “sterile” beach sand water – and the scum was filled with DNA! There are other experiments on the books as well, primarily out of Russia, which have also shown a case for this. It’s called “spontaneous generation.”  And Pacheco was replicating prior experiments. He wasn’t the first to do this.

I claim firsthand experience with spontaneous generation when the last banana in the basket births an entire cloud of flying dots which seem eager to be inhaled, for some reason. There are a number of experiments which proved life generates from non-life, they just didn’t agree with the mainstream belief system – remember the Church of England blinders? Power structures don’t like challenges.

Nature’s SO not stupid. The bacteria that form spontaneously in nuclear reactors eat radiation. Microbes form where they are needed. There are microbes in 99.9% of all space dust. What does that mean? It means what we have supposed is cold, empty, dead space is alive with potential.

We stand on one rung of the evolutionary ladder. We like to think it’s the top rung. I’m not sure it is. When I see the poetry of a horse running through a field, or the fabulous understanding of a service dog in the pediatric ward of a hospital, or even a flock of starlings wheeling in some grand ballet against sunset sky – I have to pray we can achieve this kind of Unity Consciousness. If you think world peace is a challenge, try getting people to agree on the channel to have on at the Laundromat!

Kinesiology (muscle testing) can show us that thinking a negative thought about someone weakens them. Even something as simple as, “I don’t like those shoes!”  Even when that person doesn’t know about the thought. If negative thoughts disperse energy, guess what the positive thoughts do? There’s a reason the Pope waves his hands towards him…and the Dalai Lama waves them away, redirecting that appreciative energy back to his audience.

I don’t think Mother/Father God made us and then wandered off. I think when we found out just how powerful we were, we shooed them off, saying “We wanna do this ourselves now! You can go.” But it’s now time to invite the divine back into our lives and recognize each other’s divinity. Recapture that unqualified recognition that a loving parent has for even the most stubborn child. In order to do that, we need to acknowledge ourselves, each other, our beautiful world, from the vast ocean whispering a lovesong with every wave, to the smallest junco whistling a little song before grabbing up a seed on our patio. We need to start hearing the beauty of the world, tasting the glowing colors our eyes see, speaking to others the words we would ourselves love to hear someone say to us.

It is up to our generation to start. Somebody has to be the first to beat that sword into a ploughshare, after all. There’s a reason we are called to speak living words.

I have every faith we can shift the entire world once we acknowledge our relationship with its every aspect.

Feel free to test the world’s relationship with you. I took a two-mile hike once in a forest. About the time I ran out of energy I also ran out of trail markers. I stopped to figure things out. And because I trust the world is looking out for me, I looked up and told God “I need a sign here.” Two seconds later the tiniest yellow moth wobbled by, going left. I said, “Thanks!” and turned left. The parking lot was fifty feet away. Let the world show you, let it be your active ally, not just scenery out there. Trust your perceptions!

The world is here to heal you. Won’t you return the favor? If you think about your relationships with your family and feel they may not be either friends or well-wishers…don’t give in or give up; simply reach for a good thought, even if the best you can muster wouldn’t win any Nobel Peace Prizes.

The beautiful name for an intelligent cosmos which constantly adapts to life is “Auto poetic.” The truth we have been taught about life only being available through evolution-based reproduction, or some random mutation effect is only a small part of the information available now.  Be vigilant for your world. Pay attention so that your ears are the first to hear God’s message through the world directed to you, and your heart to be the first to perceive its wholeness.

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