Free to Be the Change

The joy of being, JOB
Far outweighs
The appearances
Of man-made crucifixions …
The discovery of
The sweet spot
Amid such
Frees us to live
As Love.
To Be that change
Is unsurpassed joy
That uplifts beyond
The bounds to the boundless
And Love grounds
The Unity Self: US
Here amid it all
Presenting what’s needed
Truth of wHoly Being
Infinite reSourcefulness
That cares to take care
Of it all because
It Is all.

Thus those who’ve been
Beggared with riches
That have no meaning
Find mystical poverty awaits
To endow with wealth
To the person of the world.

Nothing matters but This.
This Is what matters —
This Power of Presence
In Unity consciousness
That Loves unremittingly
Even the worst of the worst
In Truth unbeguiled
By appearance
Pierces through the veils
To unify and free.
We’ve only to want to Be
And discover the joy
Of open receptivity.

No one to blame.
EveryOne of US to take responsibility
To discover we each and all
Are the Love
We’ve been waiting for.

The solution is simple
Though not easy.
The hero’s journey Home
Is quite the adventure!
It uncovers everything
That’s in the way of true Love
That is a unifying force
When we love the truth
In the heart of all matters
All changes for the better.
One Heart.
One Being.
One Mind.
One Body.
This Is all Love.

Take in the Word
Of creative Love
And find out
For yourSelf.

Free to Be the Change Is JOB

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Reconciling Dichotomy

Seems in this dichotomous realm
“I”/This perfection can be
perfectly imperfect
unwHoly whole
exploring these contradictions
of suffering’s blissful nature.
When you know how to suffer —
   It isn’t suffering Gangaji said.
What wise nonsense, nonsensical wisdom is that?!
Somehow somewho has learned it though …
There are experiences here
that reduce “me”
to a puddle of tears
big as the seven seas one of US
put it — fallen down so low
onto the linoleum floor
indenting “my” cheek
rivuleted by ages of weeping
cracked by numberless smiles
A Tear and a Smile the poetic prophet Gibran said.
These flat on the floor moments
floored — literally
unable to stand — screams “Get Up!”
Tear soaked loamy thunderstormy
minutes eternally not passing
that are Freedom’s announcement
of impending bloom.
No me can make things better.
Woundrousness inhabits
along with inner intra-abiding
and these two converse
as a little child watches
and all is held
Within, within the unfolding
of natural perfection all Is.
Somewho disappears
as all comes together
Who You*nifying Love at work
blessedly blissfully
and emerges again but
different yet stakes a claim
upon happenstance
as perfection unfolding, naturally;
celebrating, rejoicing
rises up in I/This Amness
brighter, clearer, beautified
with darkness in tow
some fathomless depth
of Mystery aglow.
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Angels Love to Inhabit

These gossamer wings
Of transparency
Are unseen to the eye.

You see,
There’s never been a fall
At all, it’s just some dream
Of othering selfing
That angels love
To inhabit for a bit.

They adore being messengers
To those who love to receive messages
And start irrepressibly dancing,
Singing adorations
Rejoicing in as is.

Having unfurled many a
Constricted wingspan
(Some have 12!)
Of many kinds —

It’s clear
Angelics are Herein
Looking quite deceptively ordinary
Misshapen, disheveled, misbegotten
Playing hide and seek
In convincing distressed disguises
That bring out the angels
In some of us, yes?

Sometimes the landing
Of the unfallen is harsh.

We cannot really fall away
Though we are so convinced we have
And guiltily suffer
From bad information
Ashamed to reveal how awfully agonized we are
And how that plays out.
It’s soul trauma
Being tended.

What if we’re all angels
And/or reincarnated ascended masters
And/or terrestrials with something extra-dimensional from elsewhere in the universe?
What if our landing
Scared the living daylight out of us
Scarring us seemingly for life and now we seek
What we are in truth?
Like a homing pigeon
Our systems mysteriously know something
About what’s real that
We’ve lost contact with
Because conditions are such that we do the impossible:
Separate out from the inseparable;
Forget the immensely majestic memorable;
Make it all into something elsewhere we must find outside ourselves —
When nothing could be further from the truth!

Of all the imaginings we could make up — why that?
Why wander so far afield into the shadowlands?

Perhaps to end the delusion of duality once and for all among US all?
Isn’t it already so?
Something is curious — yes? Wants to learn, grow, ascertain, understand fully what potentiates in obscurity and brings itself Home from the farthest reaches miraculously, wiser and essentially untouched.

Is it not freedom Itself that undertakes such adventures and explorations despite Its knowing better?

Why experience dying in all the myriad ways This
everlasting genesis of the infinite Now can experience it?

Why experience all the temporary insanities of the temporal spatial realms of dualistic formation?

There’s a free self-knowing self-amorous awareness conscious of it all
no matter how sleepy we may seem to be that’s awakening
within the myriad formations of Itself.

So angels fall to earth we say, but what if it’s not a descension?
The ascended masters return here to ascend again revealing ideas of up and down
are an essential part of the whole escapade.
The earthborn extra-terrestrials reveal there’s more
than meets the eye to our world.
Angels are still angels doing angelic things, delivering all kinds of messages regardless.

Nothing ever happens amid all these multi-interdimensional happenings of such stunning
brilliance and orchestration unfolding simultaneously as a whole — no wonder there are so many watching the show and participating to bring about that satisfying ending — a cliffhanger,
begetting a new beginning of a new season in the endless cycle of Life.

Rinse, repeat.

Let’s be washed clear of these endless sufferings
of heartbreaking traumatizing embodiments
of generations of entranced human evolution.

Let’s awaken and evolve into the essence and light Being that’s all Heart that we are.

Let’s let the angels of our better nature have their way, the ones we actually are, the masters, the souls with amazing wondrously weird extras, fantastic attributes of the Astonishing One uniquely synthesized in each of US.

Let’s keep focus upon the Essential seeing magically right through its disguises, seek and find all It’s hiding places — let’s not be fooled by all the costumes worn in 7.8 billion human ways — not counting all the other beings of Being that are here.

The Presence Is
Is among us,
Wherein we actually dwell.

Let’s Be Home together
As the One we are —
Let’s ride the arrow
That’s the amazing adventure of return
Whence we never actually left —
It’s impossible. Impossible for us
To do on our own.
Let’s Be impossibly fully NowHere
Inhabiting This garden of a planet
As the Indwelling Itself.
What FUN❣️

That’s not only possible —
It’s actual.

Hallelujah! Let the singing and dancing wildly weirdly freely happen — what have we got to lose?!!!


All the lights here below
Still the Light of the One Here above
Unified by Love.

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Home Here Now

In answer to a post with this quote and question: what do you think is your strongest imprint from your homeland? The following arose:

The notions of freedom and independence, democracy. The powerful mythology of the birth of such a nation in battle.

On the one hand, various kinds of freedom reflect an essential truth and our spirits respond to it. The ideal plays a big role in our collective. Yet on the other hand we are less free, more entranced and awash by fear, unrepresented and far more overtaxed in so many ways than our fore-parents. We war against everything and our government is as imperialist as the one we supposedly got independence from …

The Birth of our Nation was a traumatic one. Fighting for inalienable rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness seems to be manipulated into divisiveness not toward “a more perfect union.”

But look further back, the homelands of so many people living in this land harken back to the old world. Fiefdoms, petty kings and vassels CEOs and underpaid overworked people we replay the dark ages of plague while the descendants of the same families remain immune in their guilded cages. But “let them eat sweet cakes” at low cost that sickens instead of nourishes … let us not forget the on-going genocides of the first peoples of this homeland …

Personally I’ve had to declare Peace within the shores of my being. My own birth was traumatic as well as my nation’s was. Ending my inner wars, conflicts, fulfilling lacks, healing what’s plagued my body, has been Life’s work in me, day by day, step by step, breath by breath. The ancestors of my worldly homelands passed down to me the generative willingness to end it with this kid. I’ve discovered the essential movement of Being is not hampered by time, but passes back and forward eradicating the lie of separation, otherness, divide and conquer. The mythology and real archetypes of our actual freedom in unity abound. A jubilant silent song sings itself in the spheres of my cells, energy bodies, intergalactic universal Beingness. I live, yet not I, lives increasingly in the Land of the free and the Home of the brave Heart. If it can happen in my life, it can happen in any life. It requires the willingness to do whatever it takes — an inherent-ance — passed down in the genes of every soul on earth. We’ve got This and This has US — that entirely free Unity Self we all are unique individualized expression of already. Our fulfillment of that actuality is at hand.

Will the current r’evolution in consciousness seeded in the rich field of abundant Life — the Real Homeland we are all given regardless of birth — in an occupied territory by conquerors — will This Garden flourish? Are we free enough to let it all be met and pervaded by the power of love with the truth of essential unity? Where is our attention — still in the traumatic battlegrounds of our worldly homelands or are we excavating deeply enough to find Home Here Now? Will we live in the Peace thereof free of identity, nationality, and fighting daily for survival that can lead, in its depths, to the realization of Peace and freedom in unity and love for all Life and people in the realized, embodied and lived truth of our Being?

Home free in unity. What is true essentially lives in potential in every soul and the heart of humanity. Will we do what it takes to realize and actualize what we mysteriously know is actual? The Light is ever arising from the groundless ground of the Heart of Being. Will we till that soil of our souls? Will we allow that LoveLight to guide and enlighten us in this darkness? Will we discover the abundant Life that enlivens every particle of existence and share the wealth? How is our Homeland affecting us directly? I ask these questions not rhetorically but directly. Until we find out for ourselves we will continue to be doomed to repeat the battle worn time tested patterns of the past. The collective up-wising calls each of us. It’s an inside job first and foremost, the greatest adventure and call to freedom imaginable. We actually are the answer to the prayers that have gone up from each person that ever lived. We are the One we are searching and waiting for — it’s not coming from elsewhere to rescue us. It’s right here in the blood, sweat, tears of our bodies; in our embracing arms, sharing hands holding One another in the Light that abides within the Heart of living Truth.

“We are stardust,
We are golden,
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the Garden.”
~Joni Mitchell

Home Here Now. 💎❤️‍🔥
LightHeartedly, 💖
Anrael 😍


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LightHeArting US; My Funny Valentine

My first act…
The sound that arose as a grumbling in the belly
A womb grown too small
I emitted a soundless cry
“Let me out!”
A song to a rhythmic heartbeat heard
in surround sound
permeating my entirety.
My first cry of freedom
resounded in the open space: “I Am NowHere!”
For good or ill it seems to play out.
I die to return to the safe confines
of the womb of all creation
nestling in, and then
I break free of confinements again and again.
Poor Mother Father ever at their labors;
frictional hot sweaty ecstatics
of lovemaking
bear me upon waves of potentials
yet to come forth…
cries and sighs emerge in the throes
up from the nether regions hearts opened into — minds
quiet at rest in heart’s knowing awareness
and belly’s activities of Eros’s agape
with the irresistible Belovèd Soul Psyche. 
And oh they suffer the consequences!
And birthings come forth
potentials actualize
and die returning again.
It matters not what words we put on it,
This remains unspeakably whole
while fire lights and warms the surroundings
with Love’s expressive wonders.
_____________ ♾ __________
What paints the canvas of our lives? 
Who gardens this inner landscape of mind, heart and soul? 
Under what sculpting influence is the body of our lives shaped? 
Holy Fool abiding Here cannot find a “recovering creative” as the HeArtist known as Julia Cameron in her excellent book The Artist’s Way puts it. It’s a 12-step recovery program to help people realize that we are Love’s Art in action. To come through the artist’s process requires getting to the heart of the matter, all matters that concern us. 
What Is the LightHeArtist’s Way?
How does This have Its creative Way with US, the unity self we are? 
Each of us is the answer, each of us creatively finds our way.
What if creativity is transformative? What if the creative life impulse transmits energies that transmute? What if change requires struggle, stress, strife?
When I was young, like many teenage girls, someone gave me a diary and I started writing poetry. It was a safe place to find out and express my feelings and thoughts. In an age of the advent of singer/songwriters, poetry became lyrics, and music came to flow through. I remember going to a John Denver concert years later as he was talking about writing a song. He was standing there with his guitar hanging on him and with an arm gesture, moving across the air above his head, said “The song came to me.” That was my experience exactly. So nice and confirming to hear it from him.
Nowadays I write. It’s coming to me to write this. It’s emerging out of nowhere and includes my evolving inclusive whole holy experience getting to the heart of matters having to do with US: our creative dynamic unfolding; the survival of our species in this wild experiment on this incredible garden of a planet. 
Gifted with sight through the creative LightHeArting center, there’s often stopping still to behold the creative activity of our true nature happening within and without. Right now, externally it seems a moment of midwinter stillness. All quiet, no fans are humming of the refrigerator or heater. The sounds of my plants growing is so very soft, seeming slow and almost imperceptible. Cat is napping and not snoring. Dog is outside not barking. There’s no wind, no people about, it’s bright and beautiful out with the sun shining reflecting upon the snow melting away. In moments like these I feel into the emerging out of nowhere everything everywhere NowHere. What could it be like to feel and sense so subtly even the walls emerging and returning? What has seemed so solid and real is not, it’s permeated with space, sound and light. Can I put my hand through it? Put what through what exactly?
It was after years of apprehending the Silence and Stillness of This LightHearted Being, the here/not here dual unity that This movement and activity showed Itself. Suddenly I became interested in it after all the time of basking in the glow of ceasing to be anyone doing anything, but simply being. I’m a bit slow on the uptake sometimes. 😆 As I read Christian Mystic Joel Goldsmith, the words the activity of Truth in your consciousness began to leap out of the page and grab my attention. Luckily I began with not knowing what that was. Most of my apprehension of Truth came from the outside in, or so it seemed. True Nature had been preparing my system for this next level of realizing. What I, in my Holy Fool Way call the FU-UNctioning (freedom unlimited—unleashed now) of our Essence was beginning. The profound contrast between Stillness and the creative expression of True Nature began to open — not in a way that I, in all my wisdom, could understand, but experientially. Today it is normal for my consciousness to focus in on the Changeless arising spontaneously as the Ever-changing in constant dynamic holographic unfolding and enfolding while the Stillness and Silence remain as is. It’s a development I didn’t even know was possible.
Like all prodigals, my focus had been on the return from the outer worlds of being and life to getting Home. Now Home was about to reveal Home Now Here fully alive and real. As this proceeded, at the last birthday celebration I had maybe five years ago, my invitation was Celebrating Being This Alive and Real. After years of exploration, inquiry, watching closely, studying the masters and mystics with a new eye of the Heart, the Divine scientific experiment of my life shifted radically.  From opening into and releasing individuality unto the pure formless essence, a turnaround happened. It became other directional: the return of This transcendent to Here: immanence as This glory everywhere emerging, and finally to incarnation. This living mystery, including the creative discovery of Incarnation is still very much an HeArtwork in progress…until the last breath. 
I’d like to report, and often do, the great fun, the play and fu-un of all This unfolding perfection. I used to feel that artists who do these great suffering agonies for their art were overdramatic. But what if the agony and ecstasy of being instrumental in the LightHeArting transformative process involves suffering? Who suffers? What is suffering, let alone suffering in allowing creation to happen in and through us, as it comes to us? The song came to me… 
Paul McCartney put it in yet another silly love song. Shakespeare put it, 
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The dusty way to death. Out, out brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot
full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. 
This scene of Macbeth after hearing the cry and death of his wife shows perhaps the Author’s very human experience of futility; of wars and battles and struggles for dominance. As we journey with Macbeth, and who hasn’t, are we not touched? It harkens back to my father as he rushed down the hospital corridor to get to my mother hearing her cry out as she died. I believe he felt much the same as Macbeth, and he broke there, descended into a futility he never really arose from until he died, though he tried. He had no creative outlet. In his time, men didn’t ask for directions let alone help.
Doesn’t our HeArtwork offer our suffering recognition and in that, direction? There are horrors to face in this dualistic world of living hell realms, mired in depths of sorrow, pain and trauma. These are outer reflections of internal suffering — that’s untended.
What if This creative LightHeArting Life is a Great HeArtworking undertaking to be free in conscious unity? What if each of us is essential to This HeArt working Itself out? 
What if the transformative evolving creative unfolding/enfolding hologram coming alive and real on our stage is perfect? What if it’s a huge relief to meet our suffering, and as Gangaji put it, when we know how to suffer it isn’t suffering? What if all the strategies we developed as children coping with a crazy and violent world to defend against the overwhelm —  the trauma that wasn’t creatively let alone Essentially engaged with by anyone around us — simply no longer suffices to get us through? What if that’s perfect, indicating the structures of mind that need to come down? What if it is so painfully confining that they now require us to get with it, get withnessing our deeper deepest bottomless  layers — what if this is the action required to Be the change? 
For me, experiential Presencing with, inquiring, Being Still, and recognizing the dynamic creative life force energy actively engaging experience as is, is the Way that True Nature has been revealed to fu-unction when we unlearn how not to allow it. The phrase that underscores The Unschool for the Holy Fool is: unlearning how not to Be who we are in Truth. When we take our hands off matters, relax and allow, This is free to take care of us. Easy to say, not easy to non-do. This Is endlessly creative and totally wholly responsive to all itself in Love by virtue of there being no distance and no difference between the transcendent and immanent. This Is the nothing that is everything and can be anything, conditions permitting. 
My funny LightHeArted Valentine to US is, as ever, a Re-birth-day invitation to discover for ourselves what it is to Be This LightHeArting Holy Fool fully Alive and wholly inclusively Real NowHere. We receive a long longed for illumination that uplifts us in recognition that This Is. We are plunged headlong into the depths of suffering, dying to ourselves and to all we thought we knew, had, were and were doing. We are rebooted after being shut off into unfamiliar unknown areas of creativity. And essentially creatively engaged with new life, feeling our way, we offer out HeArtworks of essential expression as orchestrating instruments of Being and vehicles of delivery: outlets. The creative flow of affluence returns. What goes around comes around. The creative Life of Hu*man: divine hearted creaturehood, is fullfiling potentials that already exist in the hereness of Here. 
We start where we are and tell the truth in whatever way occurs. It may look like smudges of black ink rubbing out the white page. The creative self-transformative Life we are isn’t always pretty. It can look like HeArtwork I saw when I studied in Bregenz, Austria of artists’ paintings before WWII. There was a traveling show that came to town. Our art history professor who ran the program arranged for us to go. The artists of the inner LightHeArting Presence painted scenes of the Holocaust to come, as yet unformed, but potentials emerging in the minds of people like Hitler, out from within an inner agony that was foretelling and warning. We are repeating history because we haven’t unlearned enough from it. 
Yes, I am given to delve in raptures of recognition we don’t have enough of, and share the glories of living LightHeArted Herein. Any valentine should offer that. I’m given to send out many. I spend many days in personal and interpersonal activities of This touching down where it hurts most.  Spacious merciful untrammeled awarenesses is offered to let the natural healing mechanisms work LightHeArting. It’s a Life of creative discovery unfolding into fulfillments better than I could have imagined. We may even find ourselves smiling and laughing where before there was rage, hatred, terror and grief — auguries of horrors that untended could act out hurting our chances of real living; continuing to make us sick and crazy; killing us. 
The dark HeArts are important as they break down, destroy our painful confinements, and bring to light what dispels the mesmeric hold the lie of separation has on us. Befriend the shadow. Our True Friend does — dies to undo the entrancing hold of hell. Our true nature, the never born helps immensely! Be the True Friend to those lost in shadowlands of suffering and pain untended. Right now, today, as you are, look out: Every soul is the True Friend. There’s no one else Here. Take a chance, consider what it might mean to Live that Truth no matter what. Leap into the unknown. Polish the radiance. That’s the activity of the Light of the Heart of Truth where the Real Companion meets Itself. It’s the Koinonos Yeshua and others have embodied and are actively embodying in the growing stronger glowing Heart of living Truth. It’s gonna break open our human hearts, they’re good, wonderful hearts but too confining, aren’t they? Yet they open into the true nature of Being LightHearted. Such the Holy Fool we are Being Hu*man. That’s Life, thank Goodness. 
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The Shattering Light of the Real

There are constructs of the conditioned mind to which we are attached, with which we are identified that get shattered, broken, destroyed. That sounds violent doesn’t it? Scary. The wrathful god of Judaism, the wrathful dieties of Buddhism, Shiva and Kali the destroyers are part of our human archetypal lexicon.

I can still feel the vibrations of the vanished tracks, the vanished house, the vanished lives of my people, among the cactus of Ute Indian lands, and the vanishing Ute language we spoke there, barely remembered by anyone today, even me. I have pressed my ears to all these forms before their dying, to sound the mysteries they embodied on the earth.

I have learned there is only one actor in the cosmos, and the actor is creating billions and billions of resonating images that continually manifest and return to the One. Sound is the soul of the One that drinks the light that It is creating moment by moment in order to continue existence. This House of shattering light—this perceptual reality in which we live and of which we are a part—exists only for the soul’s purpose of continuing its own livelihood.

Now it is time for death’s illusion to give way, along with the illusion of material form, before the reality of these vibrations. I believe that if we will all learn to listen, the vibrations will give forth their meanings, encoded in the crystal soil of our native Earth, to fill the close pressed ear with song.

~Joseph Rael

The way This works with me is that there’s a whisper in Silence of in*forming waves that are taken in, vibrate throughout and translate into words, actions, speech. The experience that phrased itself The Shattering Light of the Real then referred me back to Joseph Rael’s book In the House of Shattering Light. He drew a painting of his visionary experience as well as writing the book. He’s of Picuris Pueblo and Southern Ute descent, speaks the sacred language Tiwa, and is also a Christian Mystic who has traveled around the earth building Peace Chambers. I met him, sat with him, and learned from him and his books decades ago. I’m so glad he popped in as the shattering light of the Real emerged to express today.

Rumi translation by Coleman Barks
Art by Michael Greene

The emergence of the sound, love and light of our true nature rends the veils dynamically.

However, the birthing of a miracle is often as painful as the birthing of a child, for new life must rip the veil of existing structure if it would declare its presence.

~Yeshua in Love Without End, Glenda Green

In this book describing the conversations between the artist/author and Yeshua the Christ sitting for his portrait he often spoke of the structures of the mind that give way as the Presence, the Spirit come forth.

Rarely do we anticipate the forms miracles take in our lives. It is the nature of the miraculous to be outside the norms, the complacent conditioning of human life that automatically constructs and reifies the formless into things: objects to maintain a status quo no matter how hellish that seems safe due to being familiar.

I am often asked to share more personally what it is like to as Such, live thus. It ain’t easy, I can sure testify to that. It demands everything, requires all of us, it’s a holistic inclusive process that breaks all bounds. Unless you can’t help yourself, you must discover the Real or die, I don’t recommend it. The first blush of the honeymoon, the fantasies of what it will give you will die crucifyingly. Yet what emerges is … aaahhhh.

When I say these things I am always speaking from the experiences alive in my unfolding. As I write the translating formations shimmer to HeArticulations that have a life, are Life that has purpose and direction. My system serves as a vibrant outlet, my life serves to demonstrate our indivisibility from This, from each other, from All. My sense of identity has shifted radically to the immeasurable ineffable that graces this individual emanation body still so very Hu*man creature-ly, vulnerable and at times (that don’t last as long anymore), an incoherent Essence-soul-body continuum in constant conversion and conversation. I am content to not know who/what I Am, what will evidence Itself in any given moment that can include old habits shadowing with pure freedom liberating, and the light of truth illuminating. There’s a lot going on amid the nothing that ever happens; the non-happening.

It’s painful at times as This shatters additional aspects of unconscious conditioning structures operating in the automatic autonomic amazing system of incarnation. There’s humiliating humbling that occurs, welcomed as the erasure of the false by the treasures of loving truth, merciful awareness. As Gangaji said, “When you know how to suffer it isn’t suffering.” Buddha taught suffering and the end of suffering declaring as the first noble truth, life is suffering. We seek escape. That is not the way… not the Way, the Truth and the Life…

I’ve been given any number of revelatory experiences, visions, endowments, illuminations — they are numberless now. It’s a way of living that dispels shadows and mesmeric conditioning along with actualizing so much that This Is. Dwelling within the Indwelling Presence that has taken up residence and is renovating the entire structure so that it feels at Home Here. For awhile it was like the vertical was being established: ascending descending flow of information. Great gestalts of information descended such that dissolving was the only way to receive it all utterly. Then the movement shifted as This became more established to Withinness pervading out throughout. Our systems are designed to be exploratory perceivers, actualizing and expressive outlets for consciousness’ cosmic dancers.

It’s cross-like now, feet grounded on earth’s holy ground, head open receiving, awareness dropped down — like a vortex with the heart’s still point center aligned and in flow with the belly and head centers united, all 7 embodied centers whirling. Arms are extended out in embrace and used for offering out the blessing and benedictions of embodied, active, engaged aliveness real and here. That unmoving sweet spot of the broken open heart bears it all, the glory and the horror, all points between.

The Personal Essence, Pearl of Great Price is mysteriously alive and forming, fulfilling and informing more clearly, powerfully, dynamically every day. There’s nobody, no idea of a person that can experience and live it. It’s a hollowed out hallowed state of Being. Those still in an identified state will have great difficulty engaging even though the truth of it sticks in the craw, buries somewhere deep. We’re still just brushing the barest levels of divine human creature potential. There’s no stopping This once it gains momentum and ownership of a life. Our longing to belong is transformed by Being This that belongs, belongs to everyone and all.

I began inquiry long ago. That’s why, after being introduced to Atma Vichar, the deep investigation of who/what is, I was given to appreciate it’s been This exploring Itself as all Life all along. Having got caught out here in the outer realms and by virtue of coming into form, and what that’s like, individualizing consciousness got confused, hurt, scared and angry, lost in grasping and avoiding through pains and pleasures of the body, heart, mind. So the return and raptures of reunion must take place first, and in varying degrees continually, even in hard places. As matters literally and figuratively get cleared out, veils rend, hurts learned from and fully assuaged, the Absolute is apprehended as Source and Cause. All kinds of and levels of Homecoming occur. It’s quite an alive dancing emptiness of greater inclusivity than simply individual storylines. We are a hologram, each of us the whole, complete with dynamic fractals that flow interdimensionally. I can say and point to something like that because whether a me wills it or no, there’s been a imperative drive for freedom that goes from suffering, to freedom to Be and live, to living as This living as us. We know next to nothing about living in and as the Totality As Is unfolding all Itself at once inclusive of our individuality.

I have never been inclined to teach or to be placed in that position much. I’m unfolding and share as I go. There’s always a prayer that it does some good. I have deep admiration for those who seem to be able to teach. My great relief and recognition came with Papaji asserting, “No teaching, no teacher, no student.” When first I was given to offer satsang back in the late 90’s, my poster had that quote in large letters. It’s always been deeply respectful of This unfolding as each and all perfectly as is, as was directly revealed and experienced at the emergence into pinnacles of unity at the emergence from my first dark night. That clarity settled in my bones and nothing that has happened since, including evictions, lack of income, poverty, loss of relationships, sickness, deaths — that light continues to dispel and shatter all the unconscious automatic autonomic structures of human life.

If you’ve read my writings or sit with me both the ruthlessness of the shattering light and the tenderest tending, empathic compassion pervade the field along with the creative dynamic life force energy born of freedom in unity. This has brought that miracle about in a wretch like me over the decades of this one life of several sequential yet overlapping incarnations. This One Life has made it so, both with the seeming identified as other me but willing to break open, and also despite that selfing me that wants so much to survive.

Is there an individual configuration of consciousness and coalesced energies that births and deaths in sequential lifetimes? Is time and the life of an individualized soul sequential? Is it not a cyclic whirling arising out of timeless spaceless Immanent domains of Being? Does not change in one place not affect every other place in this astonishing quantum entanglement? All ideas come, arise and get shattered to bits over and over until nothing is clung to anymore. Brought finally to undifferentiated silence and stillness, We Rest In Peace with all the comings and goings inside the majesty we are.

Morning Activity of Stillness Burning

The post death freedom of no self, no mind, no body is the Presence of pure awareness. There is absence of mind and so absence of objects of mind. It’s luminous emptiness beyond all ideas of those words. Beyond the initial experience of void, a fullness of potential, a pregnancy and activity is subtly experienced. Particular concepts arise in mind, take shape or get believed in — reified. Some may be residuals of undigested energies from within the spacetime continuum that continue to vibrate in old forms awaiting the Presence. We are all awaiting Something to free us while providing a sense of connection, unity, aren’t we? We cannot do it ultimately on our own. We may not know it, but we await the Presence of Merciful Awareness to penetrate the illusion of separation illuminating and vibrating with such Aliveness to a degree of intensity that it is irresistible. The limiting forms yield, dissolve, break down, shatter.

Nothing can stand in the face of Suchness and maintain a form that originates from emptiness and is destined to return Herein. That return is a kind of change that looks like death. The former forms of energy (thoughts, matter, body, feelings, identifications) cease to be in the form they were.

Thoughts are like wind, they blow through space picking up smells like rose and manure. But it’s all just air, hot, cold, gales, breezes, stillness. Don’t pay them any mind. The Source of thought calls. We can trace back until we find the consciousness that remains pure, clear, untouched by any thought. Be free. Breathe the freedom throughout the form bodies that were. Let all be returned unto the welcoming enfolding embrace of the Absolute. Wait for This to arise and act. … “Wait upon the l.o.r.d” (law of radical dominion). Many of us can’t, we reconstitute around further residuals prematurely… It’s okay. More undoing to be done. 😝😘 We die, and rebirth daily.

Even in such complete joyous reunion, rebirthing happens. A new rainbow emanation body of pure conscious light, flowing energy enters this earth plane bearing gifts, the gifts of the All In All. No identification amid a localization of openness to the nonlocal allowing potentials to manifest as need arises, and for fun. Such potentials await as the strange glory of death. All Life is This actualizing It’s potentials, and we are not other than This. There is no such thing.

A residual of my past came to light this morning in my reflection on a recent happening. When I was around 7 on my birthday my father falsely accused me of lying, slapped me across the face and sent me to my room. This morning openness is allowing the energy of sadness to arise, a sweet melting occurs along with the welling up. All kinds of conclusions that little birthday girl came to entered the clear open space of being and reconciled, returned from the Child unto the Mother luminosity as the Tibetan vajrayana Buddhists speak of it. The thought of, “Gee I have such a hard time birthing here” came and went. A deep tender acknowledgement of birth trauma as repeating difficulty in rebirthing. Just a soft appreciative embrace of that girl and all she endured, took on with a sweet recognition she also was/Is This.

There are so freakin’ many untended residuals of pain and hatred incarnating and acting out in this abysmal land and polluted atmosphere that is of pure true nature! It’s shocking, particularly when the false, the untrue and the injustices continue to be called real instead of dying amid it rather than act it out one more time. I can not deny my hatred of it at the level of my human experience. Fortunately, blessedly, I am no longer limited to that. The desire not to be here, not to experience all this or be at the effect of it doesn’t dominate anymore. The experience without defense the anguish that arises in perceiving the world as is, relationships as they are is all available to be tended in and by Merciful Awareness. I get to die here! What a strange gift death is! No more un*tended residuals for this one — bring it all to the warm firelight of the eternal flame alight in the sacred heart of my being. These passageways of the nervous system, the hologram’s communication systems are activated and functional now. Stay and wait for the burning to complete to ash, this process is trusted. All that energy arises to return whence all comes. The unlearning of coping and compensating due to the disconnection and ignorance of how This functions is well underway in this system. Now kindly letting be, allowing what’s left of the stuff and junk be and come to the funeral pyre burning for freedom in the heart of unity all in good time, in the organicity of true nature’s unfolding. That’s quite different from the hot house and fake fertilizing from the anxiety to get out of, away from, or fighting with pain. Let’s celebrate the dying as the rainbow emerges to declare the full spectrum of Being that incarnates.

Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.
— Reiner Maria Rilke

The moth flies into the flame.
The caterpillar disintegrates in the cocoon.

The phoenix, bird no more, rises from the ashes.

So the at*tending continues in me, with those I’m given to meet until a bright light shines through a more resilient clear open ignited heart. Something neverborn never dies yet becomes ever more Immanent and evident, freely explicit.

Be LightHearted — the end is in*sight. ✌️👏😍

It’s a new beginning, new life, new energy system every day, every moment. May all Being awaken and Be free in Peace, Plenty, Potential, and Power of the Silent resounding Presence. 🙏💖

P.S. I find myself model-less, at the “ place” as the space before models arise, even while offering this imperfect yet fairly adequate hopefully useful one of my experience, explorations and syntheses. If anything touches, is useful, that’s only the mysterious Something coming through in a way a reader can consider or grok. The Truth cannot be spoken. I only offer my own given unique flavorings of the one taste; of what already has well-established precedent, is already so and inexplicably Here… even if there’s slapping of the face! ☺️ perhaps one day it’ll have nowhere to land, just This self-illuminating open space of a face. Perhaps the would-be slapper is no longer a residual specter of my father or of my ancient killings due to speaking out but realizes these ones in pain only hurt themselves as they attack only their Self. Certainly the transformation from this morning until now is wondrous, freeing, enlivening. Until then, there’s more fuel for the fire, grist for the mill.

The Gardner

What if pain
Is creation breaking open
A buried star seed
Deeper under all
Bringing the celestial garden
To life in us?

What if the struggle
To break free
Is creation freeing itself
To be fully Here?

What if our relational pain
Never had to do with a you
Or a me at all —
But is unity discovering
Fulfillment in diversity?

What if we’ve had it all wrong
All the way along
And the agony of that
Is the birth pangs
Of what knows nothing
Of right and wrong?

What if the anguish of human
Living is a gateway to bliss,
That never suffers for an instant,
To enter this world
Through our broken open hearts
And eviscerated souls?

What if dying and death
Enriches the soil to fecundity
That allows the next generation
Of star seeds of vibrant light
Greater possibility
Than ever heretofore imagined?

What if we cannot have birth without death
Creation without destruction
Light without darkness
All so Life is sustained and maintained?

What if therefore we are
An ever-growing garden
That includes the struggle and strife
Of change that allows for evolution
Of consciousness?

What if I Am is the vine
We the branches fruitful and multiplying
Harvested and eaten
By the weed-eating, soil turning, rock removing

What if our questions
Our not knowing innocence
Our chaos, tears, fears, resistances
And our warm tender mercies
Open the Way
For the Gardener?



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Nothing to Do

Nothing to do…

No where to go…

Nothing to accomplish…

above the cloud of obscurations yet grounded in lotus blossoming Life, the Shakyamuni Buddha in clear sky is This living dancing emptiness.

There is nothing to be done, fixed or changed by us. This vibrant animating Principle accomplishes all. Resting and quieting so This can be noticed and recognized is vital to our well-Being. So as we center with breath and awareness in the heart, present in our bodies, we can notice the liveliness of the animating Principle active within every aspect of physical life…

This arises collectively, within the collective consciousness activating actualizing in all receptive open human hearts. Our ways of opening differ, our ways of expressing unique yet are within the wHole-I-ness of LightHearted Being’s Presence HereNow as us. In This we are the living mystery, the Holy Fool.

The whole-I This Am Fool’s Wisdom is to know nothing, Be receptively in-formed, essentially engaged and conversant, know and experience empti-fullness, and ac-know-ledge This Is rejoicing in carefree self-abandon. The Holy Fool loves the hell out of everything, and silently resonates and shares the wealth: the limitless treasury of This as arises spontaneously. The Holy Fool knows not what will arise or should take shape and form, just revels in knowing and relishes experiencing that This reveals and realizes, arises and actualizes continuously.

The abundant Life This Is is actively engaged in manifesting itself out of nowhere — nothing but pure potential making Itself appear every moment…

Why then imperfection? Because collective mistaken misunderstanding blinded in duality distorts the View from Here. When we see through the indentified mind suffering we are conditioned to do something to fix it instead of turning within where nothing’s right or wrong. We turn our concerns over, awaiting Clarity to activate, clear up matters and act compassionately. We re-turn unto Source and original Cause. We Rest In Peace Within while This doeth the works in and through us actively…

Breathing happens, loving happens, embracing happens, giving what is received happens spontaneously, naturally, without thought though thoughts may also arise, exist and return empty play of consciousness… the thoughts we think, believe and are convinced are real are empty, unreal, not trustworthy. Watch and see, they are conditioned by the collective mesmerism in the trance of separation. Our ideas even of self, health, wealth, pleasure, are in the programming running unconsciously. That includes all our studies, conclusions we’ve come to, — Wisdom arises in the openness of not knowing.

We simply Be, Rest, empty of thingness in the beginning; empty of subject/object duality in the middle, empty of existence in the end — This living dancing emptiness full of infinite potential is self-arising creative expressiveness.

Change, transformation, transmutation, transubstantiation all appears to happen within the Changless’ dynamically alive being state wherein nothing ever happens. Form returned unto pure formlessness and formlessly reborn in renewal in accord with, in accordance, the living dancing emptiness naturally occurs. It’s how This works, the implicit functioning of natural radiant perfection: Dzogchen, Dabhar—the Word made flesh to dwell and dance deLight-fully among us, ultimately consciously as us.

This speaks using our vocal cords. This acts using our hands and bodies. We, of ourselves, do nothing. What a relief! We are responsible to quieten, turn/return within, to Rest In Peace letting conscious contact within take place. The animating Principle is let loose, freed to take us up and act through us instrumentally; free to come into the world offering out the blessings that are recognized to Be everywhere: Omnipresence animating everything everywhere is seen, recognized, made contact with, and thereby stimulated to awaken and be enlivened among those that are This as yet seeming asleep, unrecognized thereby unable to provide or be provided benefit. Those conditioned to seek and search outside themselves toward the nonexistent other, including that terrible idea of a God located elsewhere. There is no outside, other or elsewhere.

This clear seeing is what Buddha pointed to, and what Jeshua pointed to when he said, “Let thine eye be single and thy whole body shall be filled with light.” Single eye, not dualistic seeing good and evil, sick or well, rich or poor. Seeing This Is My Body Filled with Light, radiance appearing everywhere as Is in Truth of One Life, One LightHearted Being, One Body, there is only This One Alive and Real in This Real-m of Being makes All the difference we want to see in the world.

As This sees Itself through our hearts, we rejoice that It Is already so, Here Now, Be! Our system naturally resonates and asserts the actuality of Omnipresence animating everything. We see, recognize and gratefully ac-know-lege, feel, sense, experience This Is already NowHere—the heaven Within is without, with all! Relax, rest, Be, we don’t have to make This happen—it is already the greatest show on earth. We show it. We imbued shine from the still point in the LightHeart, the Innermost center of our being.

Giving ourselves the investment of time and space to quieten, turn within toward the Source of all inner activity, thoughts, emotions, sensations, perceptions — all energy forms… we drop all for now and drop deeper down than subtle patterns and programs of the psyche, letting all that simply kindly be and drop down deeper underneath to the substratum — a relaxing sinking down in through layers and layers letting everything be and be absorbed, dissolve as ephemeral empty formations we were engaged with… being breathing settling in the heart to heart connection, mine with yours, yours with mine, ours with a deep silent aware Heart shared, beating, pulsing Love in the space now open in conscious connection… heart to heart to Heart 💖♻️🎶 within us with One another… and within which we live, move and have Being, radiant, emanating LightHeartedly…

Here in This interconnected vast open space This Love is liberated, free to act. Our bodies are actively receiving, informed by This infinite intimate loving intelligent dynamic Principle of abundant Life — the Actual actualizing the Actuality in our bodies, hearts, minds, souls all of us. We open within and let This have access to us and have Its way with us, seeing and actualizing Itself. It’s beyond our comprehension but Is comprehensive.

Our open receptive system is then the portal through which This enters the world. We are essential for Its fulfillment in Life. If we ever wondered what our purpose is, This Is It. To Be instrumental in bringing forth the Real onto this plane of existence is the unbearable Light of Being. This open vulnerable Heart is the joyous fulfillment of human LightHearted Being… and Holy Fool of and for This Love Alive and Real.

This is. This only is. It is already so, so Be This that Only Is fully active, animated, enthused to Be This Alive and Real, fully uniquely utilized to Be the Changeless that changes Itself continuously. We cannot make happen what already Is. There’s nothing to do and no doer to do-doo it!

When This dawns, illuminates us, our total and whole system where previously was veiled, dimmed lights up and activates. It literally is essential for us and our world’s survival. This Life brings Itself forth to live! That includes the drive to survive, to awaken and enlighten, to know and be living Essence–all This Is, and to express, share and join in communion and union together as This.

Every moment we are invited to join in This together—working Its wonders exponentially as we recognize and experience we are in This and are This together, One.

My heart sings with your venturing this far in reading, contemplating, engaging with what is so uniquely expressing here. Thank you for your interest and support. This is offered in the generous inherent Spirit of mutual benefit. As you can open to enter in and thus we join in This together, sharing the bounty herein, that we have because we have received from Source through multiple avenues, and give of the fullness Herefrom. Even when we seemingly have nothing to give, we give faithfully, gratefully anyway. We always have what is free and inherent to our being. True nature adores a vacuum and fills full because This fills all space with more than enough. That’s so Holy Foolish of us! My soul celebrates This living Love, This Mystery living us.

May blessings and wonders awesomely abound, as they already actually do. 🤣

As Is, so Be.

As Such, live Thus.🙏🖤

🤫 🥳 🥰



Love to you, dear One I Am. ✌️🖖

LightHeartedly as ever, 💖

Anrael. 😍

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Valentine Adorations

Valentine Adorations

For This LightHearted Being, Valentine’s is I-LightHeart-You day. 😍💖 The discovery of everlasting all-enduring Love beneath all and within All is our greatest gift of Love to receive and share fully. The divine romance plays out in all our interactions with Life in all form, shapes, colors, sizes…species. Perhaps we’ll soon realize everyday is I Love You day: the Other that IS Mine Own LightHearted Being. We will live the lover’s dance of longing and fulfillment in the Heart of radiant Truth within which we live, which lives in and as us, which we are.

Our Belovèd never denies us, yet there are playful games of hide and seek. We do so love to chase and be caught in passionate embrace of re-Union dissolving utterly in ecstasies of surrender unto blissful union where we are nothing but This Love.

Let us find where our Belovèd is hiding in the here and now. Let us be found where we are hiding and be caught up in ever-loving arms. This incredible immaculate love affair of profound intimacy is what Life is. We can experience it all day and night if we but will give way completely wholly unto This Love. Right now, this moment is the one in which we have to receive and give. All time is within it, there is no yesteryear or tomorrow or an hour from now. Just This NowHere.

Oh, you don’t know how? You don’t know how to receive and give so impossibly? What if that’s not true? What if it’s not hard or confusing but actually super natural? What if you just relax and not know how but let it come to you? What if you discover being love is not what you thought? What if you live a romance that’s inconceivable and that you are conceived immaculately of every moment? No, can’t wrap your head around it? Don’t try. Doesn’t work. Just Be. Let yourself be had, let Love you are have Its way with you. Recognize when where how and who/what you do care for, deeply. It’s actually Essence seeing, recognizing, loving Itself appearing in and as the non-Other you see and appreciate, especially without conditions. Just take some time to notice how Love is already at work in you, in your life and through you.

This only Is. Whatever we may believe about self and other and experience therefrom, This Love Only Is. It’s time to “put away childish things” and go “where angels fear to tred” “boldly go where no one has gone before” truly enjoy Being adored and adoring, the Adoration. We have to give way so completely there’s no one left. We have to give forth so thoroughly and totally there’s no one left. Go for broke, for the ultimate. It’s astonishing!

It’s free. Doesn’t cost anything but an investment of time and energy to find right within us the most wonderful fulfillment—even amid great hardship we can experience in life in our world as it currently appears, and people are. Paradoxically strange, the weirdest, yet so true. We’ve all experienced it at some point though may not have quite gotten what it was. It’s because This is ever-available, always Here always Now. Life in our world has created a situation in which it can feel quite foreign, absent—remember hide and seek? The pain, the anguish gets washed away. Really, it does. I speak from direct and most profound experience. I cannot speak of the Truth without having found it everywhere in my experience, hard won it is.

This is not a pie-in-the-sky romance—it’s nitty gritty, down and dirty where we really live. It endures the greatest hardship, the worst of the worst. We endure even when we are totally broken by life’s events. We may Be in bleeding torment totally feeling forsaken, but … the one experiencing torment and the One who IS are One and the same! Sometimes it’s only in those moments we discover the Real Unity a comfortable life cannot reveal. It’s the broken hallelujah. Without being utterly broken open how do we know who suffers, who endures, who carries on, who loves? It’s a hard road but a worthy one for Such as You.

Ask and give thanks you can receive, open and open more to receive the limitless gifts of Love. It’s a principle of true nature, an actual law of creation, Someone once elucidated by saying, “ask and it shall be given, knock and it shall be opened unto you.” Ask, knock, open, yield, receive, arise, give forth over and over in This romance. It’s been so true in my life and the gratitude Here borders on the boundless. It’s Love which Is boundless, free and everywhere all ways.

May all eyes, hearts and souls, brain bodies and minds, be open to see, receive, give way utterly, and share the bounty of endless Love. What is essential is invisible to the eye, but is Everywhere present always.

Another happy LightHearted day to you from the Adoring One, thine own Belovèd.




By beautiful writer and poet whose writing inspired this post, David Whyte, Everlasting:

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Fall Equinox Experience, Stargate date 9/21/18

This morning’s meditation found a desire for light to balance all the deep dark beauty of the black flame’s bourgeoning throughout the holyfractalgram. The equality of light and dark, night and day speaks breathes yin and yang amid the Tslagi performed these past few days.

The breath of Spirit ignites the flames of light and dark. The conscious breath of love’s creative life force energy draws the prana throughout the system providing energy for movement, consciously breathed movement throughout the day of This accomplishing all given each life form. It is as natural as breathing. 

Meditations focussed upon breath allow the mind to rest in the body, and then open in the illuminating awareness embodying in action just now, here whilst NowHere. The deep joy abounds enlivening action with peace, plenty, playfulness, presence, all This Is flowing through the activity at hand. It is enlivened, enheartened, enlightened joyful flow. We are This dancing emptiness. 

Living Daylight, Luminous Night. 

A dynamic balancing act, bringing forth expressive creation with an all-pervading loving intelligence that includes each spark of creation in the still point center bursting with light.

Matter seems to enclose the light placing a veil between the pure light and the spark of it in form, thus the spark seeks it’s origin in the unified field of Light it never actually left. Matter is merely condensed essence, essential elemental wisdom energies (earth water fire, air, space, sound, light) that make up form. The swirl of sensory information, the mistaken identity with body and mind, the seeking from the external what is missing internally, these make up the divisiveness that lacks what Is essential: the shadow. Your spark of light will not ultimately satisfy my desire to return. It’s not supposed to, it only provides temporary unities before divisiveness sets in again. This disturbance gets seeking going once more. Restless dissatisfaction with the things of the world, with objects of the mind do not supply what is endlessly effortlessly within and all around us if only we were but conscious, awake, available and availing ourselves of the limitlessness everywhere present. 

Acquaintanceship with This is a kind of apprenticeship, discipleship faithfully, devotedly, determinedly oriented and engaged in daily, all day. As This reveals it becomes a love affair, first a celebration of Homecoming with Holy Father Divine Mother for the returning One. Then more deeply, it’s simply the unfolding of Lover and Belovèd dancing, moving apart and together into ecstasies of union, raptures of ever-unfolding discovery in love, blissful resting in the arms of everlasting Love. What This has joined together let nothing put asunder, we must remain in fidelity to our holy matrimony. It is a sacrament. It is what the earthly representation is meant to be, the two united in union with the One, a holy trinity of Love’s power on earth.

Few marriages emanate the wedded bliss of eternal conscious union in Love. Hardly any aspire to it. Most are instinctually centered around self-preservation’s safety and security, sex and procreation, position and strength in partnership in and/or against the world. In the beginning when there’s excitement, attraction, relaxation and openness, the essential spark is seen and loved. After the honeymoon, the shadow rises and few are able to deal with it, understand it nor recognize that only conscious love of Being allows what is needed to bring pure light to the shadow, inhaled inspiration to lostness, guidance and purpose to foundering in disappointment, kind conscious creative life to tend the pain. The deeper experiences of abandonment, rejection, betrayal and exile of family of origin object relations come to the fore to be finally cared for and receive instead the same old abandonment, rejection, betrayal and exile feared, that further wound the scarred psyche. Perhaps trauma is involved as well. The heart that opened closes, the mind shuts down in dualism. Perception is clouded by the past arising in the present, shadowing the spark shining in the partner, in all people, in the world. Thought travels in emotional sensory swirls of misperception testified to and comiserated with, the drama of the past plays out in the present. The spark longs unrequited for Home, for true Love, and the other is blamed, shamed for not being the pure love and light of Being. So is oneself. Most relationships fail, others go on in a kind of deadening resignation, some with affairs on the side. Far too seldom do partners find their way through the psycho-social but primarily spiritual crises presented. When there are children involved, the next generation is being imprinted with the failures and lack, and on and on it goes, generation after generation. 

Meanwhile, the imprisioned splendor awaits within and under it all speaking in as many ways possible in and through life, experience, dreams, dramas, events, books, teachers, friends, sages, medicine people, videos, animals, plants, cyrstals of This other possibility that each soul can have. The essential drive for return and the drive for expression dance in light and dark, consciousness and unconsciousness for as many lifetimes as it takes for the individualized soul to discover what is essential and find it’s way. Strangely, along the way, involving supreme effort and sacrifice, it is discovered it’s been Here all along. The one seeking is the One sought, the One experiencing it all. The cosmic joke rings throughout the entire being from inception through deception to immaculate conception, to culmination to fulfillment in joyous love that never ends. All is shared as a limitless outpouring with and as the One that is all. Laughter is the BIG Medicine that heals all wounds throughout.

We live in peace at Home, rapturous love in our marriage bower, at play and work with the Holy Family among our kin, and it’s all the Hu-man family: This alive and very real on earth. All the failures and successes, births and deaths were opportunities to mature in the truth beyond the play of consciousness, to Be, free and fulfilled in Love’s unity.

I Am the roots and the pinnacle of the sacred mountain. I see the promised land is at hand today. The great central sun dawns in consciousness daily and the luminous dark night is refuge and resurrection, renewing nightly. Day is night and night is day. Everything comes and goes as ever-flowing love within This always and ever Here Now. I know in certainty only This Is, unfolding in all its radiant expression of natural perfection and purity, enfolding all back into inherent implicit purity of formlessness, the radiant extension and absorbing return dancing luminous emptiness to the song of songs, the song of the spheres. The experience is so vivid, vital and vast yet immanent, intimate and incarnate it is literally unbelievable, cannot be grasped by the mind. Yet in direct experience of essential engagement brings understanding, deep knowing, loving and living that enhances every moment appearing mundane or sublime, daily chores or sacred gathering. The spark returns and is Home, there is no where else, only Here. From within extends a true friend’s hand that says, “Come along, I’ll walk with you as you find your way. It’s joyous fulfillment for the One we are to disclose itself, enclose and discover Itself everywhere, play hide and seek. In sickness and in health, in birth and death, in poverty and in riches, come what may, I Am with you from before the beginning and beyond the end, throughout. No other reality exists. Seeming absent, I am the Presence that sees, experiences abject absence. Seeming present, I am the Absence that sees and recognizes prescient Presence. I know who you are. I get what is actually going on here, it is always revealing, playing, discovering, exploring, expressing, existing, emerging from absolute nonexistence to love, be and live as all existence This Is. This Being Is self-realizing in, as and through life that It Is as us. This Mystery Loves This Mystery. Let us enjoy, be instrumental vehicles and avenues for This self-fulfilling prophecy. Let us adventurers, explorers, lovers, enemyless peaceful warriors Be. Let US play.” 

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One Among the Many

The empty peace looks out
Sees what has been
“Says relationships with all women
Have been poor
Through this life form.”

Far from the madding crowd
Where love begins
I know not how
To relate, but I know we are One
Not two, not two no matter what my eyes see, ears hear
Not two, not two…

Only This empty nothingness
Peace, a heart full of grace
Overflowing if I allow
In relaxed receptivity…

An essential outpouring that washes clean
Slakes the thirst of the desiccated…

I know not from women
Nor from men
Venus Mars
Daughters sons
Suns moons
All are here in the cosmic dance …

Be danced among the many
Who are One.

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