Have you considered that you are paying for your beliefs and ideas about life at such a high or low price? Have you ever thought to yourself: Where did I buy these beliefs? You've been shopping all your life and in the early days, you didn't make a conscious choice to buy what you think. Yes, paying for what you think. We buy our thoughts and beliefs from others without even knowing it. The day we were born, people have been selling us beliefs after beliefs after beliefs. Wholesale, half-price, 10% discount, you name it, we have been sold it. And we have bought cheap and expensive-especially the most cherished ones.
And why did we buy them? Because they were advertised as worthy, important, and meaningful, and if we didn't buy them we were going to miss out on something valuable in life. So we bought them, all sorts of beliefs: religious, scientific, political, educational, so-called intellectual, etc. etc. We were consumers at an early age buying the beliefs and ideas of our parents and institutions. We were too young to question(at least we not taught to question the sellers!).
But then something happens along the way. We get older and we start wondering why our lives are not working, why certain aspects of our lives are utterly failing, why our relationships are broken, jobs are boring, schools are falling down, kids are unruly, and health is bad. We bought something without realizing what it was we were buying! We were sold something and used it for our own purposes because, again, we were told we NEEDED it. So what can you do, you who lives and survives off what you are buying and selling to others and yourselves each day.
Let not traditions, claims and facts of science, religion, media, and politics define or manipulate us; instead, let it be that there is a trusting self within so knowing, so capable, so magnificent, so courageous, so powerful enough to redefine its own experiences, and to create its own room of facts for us to live in!
Take 'em out of the books, and the seminars, the university halls, the boardrooms, the churches, and temples, let 'em fly all over the place, these so-called secrets of the ages, classics, esoteric wisdom, so that they may become our natural metaphysics, that rise from within the flesh of all those who are ready! And may no man or woman have to bow again to old gods, gurus, priests, and charlatans of truth!
Let us explore our cosmic selves and fly into worlds of unknown! Throw out the old beliefs and gather unto ourselves anew a joyous adventure full of power, love, truth, and beauty!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Existence is What Exists In Us
"The whole existence breathes, expands, inhales, exhales -- and if you can find the rhythm of existence and become one with the rhythm, you have attained."-Osho
Philosophers ask the questions, "What is real?" "What exists as real?" "Am I real?" "Do we really exist?" "Do other life forms exist?" Unfortunately, we have a canon of media literature, and classic literature, personal experience, dogma, philosphies, and religions that makes everything so confusing and difficult. Professors, poets, musicians, artists, entertainers, street hustlers dish out their educations and frameworks to willing minds and ears. It's a bitch to listen to. So I won't bother.
What I know is true for me is that existence is a feeling like a massive ocean wave of Energy that has been filled with many ideas and experiences both in the body and out of body. What I know is true about existence is that nobody can you tell whether you exist or not. Existence is Being. You have the impulse to Be Here. Your existence is the Impulse. It is an infinite impulse that resides within All Things.
Existence is what exists in us. What exists in you? What exists in me? If there is something that exists within you, then you exist. If there is nothing exists within you, then you exist. But how can that be? If you say, "Nothing exists within me. I am nobody," then you will experience 'no-thing' inside of you, whatever you perceive 'no-thing' to be.
Existence is creating a new you every moment of being. What exists within us is the infinite possibilities of consciousness. Consciousness is not simply Mind. Consciousness is more than Mind. Consciousness is an attribute of Soul. For example, when you look at a tree, you see what has been termed, 'tree' and you experience 'tree-ness' through perception and feeling.
But what is it that you are perceiving? Feeling? You are perceiving a form of consciousness that appears in many forms and performs various functions. The tree is a form of consciousness with infinite possibilities. Existence becomes perceive. What you perceive and think, exists in your world of experience.
Now all this talk of existence is not serious. Existence happens when you are totally in love. Playful. Engaged. Even when you are busy! Whether you believe it or not, you exist. Whatever exists in you, that is existence.
Philosophers ask the questions, "What is real?" "What exists as real?" "Am I real?" "Do we really exist?" "Do other life forms exist?" Unfortunately, we have a canon of media literature, and classic literature, personal experience, dogma, philosphies, and religions that makes everything so confusing and difficult. Professors, poets, musicians, artists, entertainers, street hustlers dish out their educations and frameworks to willing minds and ears. It's a bitch to listen to. So I won't bother.
What I know is true for me is that existence is a feeling like a massive ocean wave of Energy that has been filled with many ideas and experiences both in the body and out of body. What I know is true about existence is that nobody can you tell whether you exist or not. Existence is Being. You have the impulse to Be Here. Your existence is the Impulse. It is an infinite impulse that resides within All Things.
Existence is what exists in us. What exists in you? What exists in me? If there is something that exists within you, then you exist. If there is nothing exists within you, then you exist. But how can that be? If you say, "Nothing exists within me. I am nobody," then you will experience 'no-thing' inside of you, whatever you perceive 'no-thing' to be.
Existence is creating a new you every moment of being. What exists within us is the infinite possibilities of consciousness. Consciousness is not simply Mind. Consciousness is more than Mind. Consciousness is an attribute of Soul. For example, when you look at a tree, you see what has been termed, 'tree' and you experience 'tree-ness' through perception and feeling.
But what is it that you are perceiving? Feeling? You are perceiving a form of consciousness that appears in many forms and performs various functions. The tree is a form of consciousness with infinite possibilities. Existence becomes perceive. What you perceive and think, exists in your world of experience.
Now all this talk of existence is not serious. Existence happens when you are totally in love. Playful. Engaged. Even when you are busy! Whether you believe it or not, you exist. Whatever exists in you, that is existence.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Undefinable Power of Being You
There is a greatness within the life of You, a creative power that cannot be defined by the barriers of your society; yet defined only by Your recognition of the unlimited potential within your being; no one else can do it for You. It is an exercise in remembering You are That which you seek, a laughing god in new flesh appearing in this time and space to express the joy and vitality of All There Is.
Though the world may be filled with chaos, tragedy, loss, and pain, there is a sacred part of Your being that is Untouchable. It is That which allows for the continuum of consciousness to exist no matter what the human experience. For thousands of years, this has been called 'spirit' or 'soul.' There is no name for it. Names are meaningless and only important to us. Beyond names lies an infinity of self, closed only to the limiting beliefs of the ego, an open system for willing gods.
Many seek to define our power, imposing their will upon us, creating roles for us: teachers, family, co-workers, society and tyrants. They want to place us in a corner of the box, in our thinking and expression, through laws and rules. Media is constantly telling us who to worship, adore, and respect while it sucks the $$ from our wallets. However, many are not so persuaded by such trivial beliefs no matter how important they make it seem.
YOUR LIFE IS YOURS TO DEFINE! No book, no teacher, no guru, religion, symbol, or belief can define what You are. You are making it all up! Yes, YOU, you are creating your life based upon what matters to you. You are making up your definitions of What Is and Is Not. YOU, YOU, YOU and YOU!!
There is no Mind like YOUR mind. There is no Life like YOUR life. Your life is your own definition. Your life is the Purpose. You don't have to search for it, find it, pay shit loads of money for it because you are breathing it! You are It! Remember that children's game Tag, well YOU are IT! And always have been...So be IT!
Though the world may be filled with chaos, tragedy, loss, and pain, there is a sacred part of Your being that is Untouchable. It is That which allows for the continuum of consciousness to exist no matter what the human experience. For thousands of years, this has been called 'spirit' or 'soul.' There is no name for it. Names are meaningless and only important to us. Beyond names lies an infinity of self, closed only to the limiting beliefs of the ego, an open system for willing gods.
Many seek to define our power, imposing their will upon us, creating roles for us: teachers, family, co-workers, society and tyrants. They want to place us in a corner of the box, in our thinking and expression, through laws and rules. Media is constantly telling us who to worship, adore, and respect while it sucks the $$ from our wallets. However, many are not so persuaded by such trivial beliefs no matter how important they make it seem.
YOUR LIFE IS YOURS TO DEFINE! No book, no teacher, no guru, religion, symbol, or belief can define what You are. You are making it all up! Yes, YOU, you are creating your life based upon what matters to you. You are making up your definitions of What Is and Is Not. YOU, YOU, YOU and YOU!!
There is no Mind like YOUR mind. There is no Life like YOUR life. Your life is your own definition. Your life is the Purpose. You don't have to search for it, find it, pay shit loads of money for it because you are breathing it! You are It! Remember that children's game Tag, well YOU are IT! And always have been...So be IT!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Death By Lethal Affection:
Reflections On Inner and Outer Beauty
I wasn’t going to write about Michael Jackson or Farrah Fawcett. And I still don’t feel I am mentally equipped to write about these public figures. And as I write, I still don’t know why but I feel I must write this to satisfy these intellectual urges I have to create a verbal painting.
I didn’t know them personally like most who adored or abhorred them. I was a spectator like many to their work and contribution to society. More Michael Jackson than Farrah, I admit. I didn’t watch Charlie’s Angels. Just a few times as kid. It was part of surfing the TV channels. It wasn’t a highlight of my evening-especially in the ghetto. But something has struck me since I heard about their deaths. I wanted to make a connection in some way between the transitions of these beloved American icons. That word ‘icon’ seems too limiting in a sense, flooding our memory with images of superhumans with incredible skills and talents, both in their youth and older years. Their lives, however, represented an idea that spun itself through years and like most icons for ages.
Farrah’s physical beauty graced the pages of magazines and screens of television. She represented the myth of Western female beauty, in many ways, and the desire for break-out roles that dispelled the trappings of such beauty. Her role as a Charlie’s Angel will be forever etched in the memory of television and modeling. She was America’s Top Model before Tyra Banks and the women you see on TV and magazines today. Farrah wanted to step out of being pigeonholed as a ‘angel', yet left memorable impression upon the world with her pin-up poster.
Farrah infused the country with the spirit of physical beauty and all the joy and accolades of fame that such possession can bring in Western society that values its power and attention. Her smile, hair, and figure played a significant role in shaping how women viewed themselves during the 70’s and 80’s. Little would Fawcett know the impact of her later years compared to the younger years. The striking images flashing upon the screen of her last days revealed a woman engaged in a different challenge than the professional world of acting and modeling. What emerged from the Farrah of later years was a woman encountering a deeper sense of beauty through confronting the courage of her soul. As an audience, we saw her last greatest act-emerging as a dying heroine of her own life.
Michael Jackson, one of the most beloved icons in the world, possessed an incredible sense of insecurity towards his physical looks. His skin, nose, and looks belied logic as his dance movements and great talent for song and art. Those gifts brought such beauty and joy to millions of people around the world. Without a stage, Michael was an oddity: shy, hidden, though targeted by the media for being bizarre and weird. His private world was a bubble he created for his protection, safety, and love for life, youth, and imagination. For most of his life, that bubble was a bulls-eye target for the paparazzi and one that has escalated after his death.
Michael, in his pursuit of creating beauty through art and his own life, felt estranged from his own body and sought to manipulate his physical beauty as he believed was God’s will. Even as he continued to create musical hits and wonders, he affected our sense of identity by his physical changes, unnatural as they were in the public mind. Even more he was affected by his response to the changes as much as to the world’s response to those changes.
Both Michael and Farrah understood the essence of Beauty and its power: Farrah’s outer beauty, Michaels’ inner beauty. They were recognized for their talents, and in later years challenged by the shadows those talents would bring. So often we hear of celebrity struggles and the pain they endured towards the end of their lives as though our collective expectation is for them to be beyond struggle or suffering. Well, they are not nor ever will be. Whether you are famous or not, wealthy or not, every soul seeks to grow on the spiritual path.
However, no matter what the world believed about Michael and Farrah, these were two souls who endured magical moments in their live and difficult times. Their worlds, though separate, crossed in an era of fallen angels and icons. So embraced by the world for their beauty, and battles, and so affected millions were and forever will be by the legacy of their work and troubled lives. But their journey continues in worlds beyond ours, as they see their lives filled the hearts of many with an infinite Beauty.
Reflections On Inner and Outer Beauty
I wasn’t going to write about Michael Jackson or Farrah Fawcett. And I still don’t feel I am mentally equipped to write about these public figures. And as I write, I still don’t know why but I feel I must write this to satisfy these intellectual urges I have to create a verbal painting.
I didn’t know them personally like most who adored or abhorred them. I was a spectator like many to their work and contribution to society. More Michael Jackson than Farrah, I admit. I didn’t watch Charlie’s Angels. Just a few times as kid. It was part of surfing the TV channels. It wasn’t a highlight of my evening-especially in the ghetto. But something has struck me since I heard about their deaths. I wanted to make a connection in some way between the transitions of these beloved American icons. That word ‘icon’ seems too limiting in a sense, flooding our memory with images of superhumans with incredible skills and talents, both in their youth and older years. Their lives, however, represented an idea that spun itself through years and like most icons for ages.
Farrah’s physical beauty graced the pages of magazines and screens of television. She represented the myth of Western female beauty, in many ways, and the desire for break-out roles that dispelled the trappings of such beauty. Her role as a Charlie’s Angel will be forever etched in the memory of television and modeling. She was America’s Top Model before Tyra Banks and the women you see on TV and magazines today. Farrah wanted to step out of being pigeonholed as a ‘angel', yet left memorable impression upon the world with her pin-up poster.
Farrah infused the country with the spirit of physical beauty and all the joy and accolades of fame that such possession can bring in Western society that values its power and attention. Her smile, hair, and figure played a significant role in shaping how women viewed themselves during the 70’s and 80’s. Little would Fawcett know the impact of her later years compared to the younger years. The striking images flashing upon the screen of her last days revealed a woman engaged in a different challenge than the professional world of acting and modeling. What emerged from the Farrah of later years was a woman encountering a deeper sense of beauty through confronting the courage of her soul. As an audience, we saw her last greatest act-emerging as a dying heroine of her own life.
Michael Jackson, one of the most beloved icons in the world, possessed an incredible sense of insecurity towards his physical looks. His skin, nose, and looks belied logic as his dance movements and great talent for song and art. Those gifts brought such beauty and joy to millions of people around the world. Without a stage, Michael was an oddity: shy, hidden, though targeted by the media for being bizarre and weird. His private world was a bubble he created for his protection, safety, and love for life, youth, and imagination. For most of his life, that bubble was a bulls-eye target for the paparazzi and one that has escalated after his death.
Michael, in his pursuit of creating beauty through art and his own life, felt estranged from his own body and sought to manipulate his physical beauty as he believed was God’s will. Even as he continued to create musical hits and wonders, he affected our sense of identity by his physical changes, unnatural as they were in the public mind. Even more he was affected by his response to the changes as much as to the world’s response to those changes.
Both Michael and Farrah understood the essence of Beauty and its power: Farrah’s outer beauty, Michaels’ inner beauty. They were recognized for their talents, and in later years challenged by the shadows those talents would bring. So often we hear of celebrity struggles and the pain they endured towards the end of their lives as though our collective expectation is for them to be beyond struggle or suffering. Well, they are not nor ever will be. Whether you are famous or not, wealthy or not, every soul seeks to grow on the spiritual path.
However, no matter what the world believed about Michael and Farrah, these were two souls who endured magical moments in their live and difficult times. Their worlds, though separate, crossed in an era of fallen angels and icons. So embraced by the world for their beauty, and battles, and so affected millions were and forever will be by the legacy of their work and troubled lives. But their journey continues in worlds beyond ours, as they see their lives filled the hearts of many with an infinite Beauty.
Friday, April 24, 2009
The Intensity of The Moment Part 2
Years ago I wrote an article for The Santa Fe Reporter entitled 'The Intensity of The Moments' and it was a look at the experience of being in a homeless shelter and having a homeless mother. I am no longer and neither is my mother I believe. She has come to terms with her troubled life and now reads The Word as her saving grace until her final days.
But there is another part that was untold. It was that even though I'd gone through such an intense experience and have had to endure the agony of thinking about my mother's situation, when I began to 're-enter' society, it was another phase of intense moments and experience. And it hasn't slowed down either. Things became wild after I gave up the streets. I began reading again, voraciously, that childhood passion resurfacing again. I began to work, a lot, a lot, and a lot! I began writing and speaking again. People came into my life and everything changed. Things got better. But I had greater lessons to learn and greater challenges to resolve.
I've only written about her in my journals which may be published someday. She was with me for 12 years. It was a beautiful and tragic love journey. We were both exhausted at the end. No longer could we continue fighting and breaking each other's hearts. Perhaps I need to write about it. Write about her. One day I will. For now I will thank her because she taught me the greatest lessons I've learned to this day.
I tried to contact her the other day after a year. She was still angry for the way I treated her. I understand. Maybe one day she will forgive me. Until then, I will light a candle for her and the benevolent creatures and moments we shared in another time-space. I am fine. Intense, yes, but fine with everything.
Just needed to write this today. Even if nobody reads it...
But there is another part that was untold. It was that even though I'd gone through such an intense experience and have had to endure the agony of thinking about my mother's situation, when I began to 're-enter' society, it was another phase of intense moments and experience. And it hasn't slowed down either. Things became wild after I gave up the streets. I began reading again, voraciously, that childhood passion resurfacing again. I began to work, a lot, a lot, and a lot! I began writing and speaking again. People came into my life and everything changed. Things got better. But I had greater lessons to learn and greater challenges to resolve.
I've only written about her in my journals which may be published someday. She was with me for 12 years. It was a beautiful and tragic love journey. We were both exhausted at the end. No longer could we continue fighting and breaking each other's hearts. Perhaps I need to write about it. Write about her. One day I will. For now I will thank her because she taught me the greatest lessons I've learned to this day.
I tried to contact her the other day after a year. She was still angry for the way I treated her. I understand. Maybe one day she will forgive me. Until then, I will light a candle for her and the benevolent creatures and moments we shared in another time-space. I am fine. Intense, yes, but fine with everything.
Just needed to write this today. Even if nobody reads it...
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Can we communicate with the soul before birth?
Within the past 24 hours, I have been here at Los Alamos Medical Center witnessing the 'miracle' of birth. I have never been present at the physical birthing experience except my own so this is another historical moment for me. Last night, I began to notice, after listening to everyone speak, that we behave as though the soul of the child is not there. Also, we act as though the child has no choice. Now I know this may sound like an outrageous idea but I sense that we can communicate with the soul 'before' it is born. Now I use that word, hesistantly, because there is really no 'before' only now, so we can tune into the newborn's soul as it is entering new body. Is it possible to connect with the personality as it moves towards entry?
Last night, I tuned into the soul of the child several times. I picked up on the challenges this new child would face and for brief moments where it was positioned. I accept the idea that consciousness exists without a body, therefore, we communicate telepathically with soul without physical body. If we can communicate with a soul after it dies, why can't we do the same before it is born? Perhaps it has been lost in this culture, the idea of meeting soul even before it is born, but I wanted to acknowledge that we are waiting in this hospital room BECAUSE the soul chooses when it wants to enter, what time, and space.
Uh-huh!
Last night, I tuned into the soul of the child several times. I picked up on the challenges this new child would face and for brief moments where it was positioned. I accept the idea that consciousness exists without a body, therefore, we communicate telepathically with soul without physical body. If we can communicate with a soul after it dies, why can't we do the same before it is born? Perhaps it has been lost in this culture, the idea of meeting soul even before it is born, but I wanted to acknowledge that we are waiting in this hospital room BECAUSE the soul chooses when it wants to enter, what time, and space.
Uh-huh!
Friday, March 27, 2009
Facing what you are
All my life I'd been running away from myself. As a child, I was highly sensitive,feminine in a male body, psychic, intuitive, yet strong, warrior-like in a short-statured frame. I was afraid of being myself in a world of endless rules, beliefs, concepts, and obligations. I thought something was wrong with me. Ashamed I was for being so different from others and never being able to express in words what I was thinking and feeling. So I was a quiet kid but this is not about my childhood, the past, all the wrongs, and rights of that time, no. This is about Now. This is about facing what I am...Now. In this present moment.
See we are different and yet we are all share the same thread of Life that continuously spins itself through infinite dimensions. So many souls in so many bodies. So many souls out of bodies. It is a beautiful beauty. And to have chosen to focus upon him-Maurice-that silly Space Cowboy riding this stallion of life through wonderful adventures is indeed quite a trip!
So facing what we are means exploring the psyche, our consciousness, allowing ourselves to travel down the white rabbit hole, and see where it goes. There we will experience a new language of life, consciousness, and self beyond our dead old ones.
Lovely to be me...for now.
See we are different and yet we are all share the same thread of Life that continuously spins itself through infinite dimensions. So many souls in so many bodies. So many souls out of bodies. It is a beautiful beauty. And to have chosen to focus upon him-Maurice-that silly Space Cowboy riding this stallion of life through wonderful adventures is indeed quite a trip!
So facing what we are means exploring the psyche, our consciousness, allowing ourselves to travel down the white rabbit hole, and see where it goes. There we will experience a new language of life, consciousness, and self beyond our dead old ones.
Lovely to be me...for now.
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