World Peace

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Top detail of the 7′ Iris Shrine to World Peace at the original Edenlight Garden in Indian Valley. Iris is the Goddess of both Peace and the  Rainbow. White onyx from China, with many kinds of gems and minerals. The Mandarin character for peace and security is in Lapis on the Rose Quartz top stone, with large Amethyst crystals.

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Unseen Energies

The following are a few of the many thousands of night photographs I took while still living in EdenLight Garden.  All are undoctored and include a number of orbs.

 

P1410348.JPGDigital flash shots aimed at the sky over my gazebo. I used  a Panasonic Lumix.

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Building Our Pyramid of Divine Magic

We seldom enough benefit from the solid knowing that we have climbed up, and are standing – maybe sitting or lying – atop our entire life experience, a magnetic record upon the cloud of all clouds. – Some or sometimes most of which were and are invaluably miserable. Woven into us, are multiple piers of internal “structure”, spiritual and emotional, and at least one more; the one that knows how to throw a wrench in the works – our infinitely curious and active, and self-coveting mental body. Oh well, it’s as much a servant to what makes us all unique, as anything.

We are standing in a sort of natural balance sustained by opposites. The ever-present gift available, if one chooses to to seek and exercise it, is not to see two sides as good or  bad, as confrontational, or combative. Look at them with Gemini eyes, simply See both sides with some form of mutual respect, and that’s when raw Divine Magic naturally intervenes, and you are freed from contentious confrontation.

Any and all thoughts of resentment or fear that pop into your head more than once a year are a kind of energetic magnetic epoxy that alters your reality – and entirely by your own such “thoughts”. These negative thoughts and how they shape your life are easier to get than to get rid of. Yet they are just the challenging machinations of the ego mind, which loves all the attention and drama – but I believe actually know better, and are just doing their job. After all, we were created to create our own reality, and these experiences are all part of our learning to do it better. But generally not until we fully Know this.

You can’t fake the happier state you seek, but there are no demerits given while with your sincerest intention fake it until you get it right and get it down, so it’s part of you.

Whatever it takes. Well focused Trusting prayer works virtually in an instant. (Unless you’re still faking it.) It’s in our DNA which encompasses the entire cosmos. We are wired to the entire multiverse, galaxy, quantum field, cosmos, and therefore unavoidably to each other as well.

The quicker we lose all the mental separateness we took so long in learning, and accept that every little thought that passes through our “head” dramatically manufactures our reality, the sooner our personal experience ascends to a higher dimension even in the midst of chaos.

Divine magic is more than a romantic or fanciful notion. It’s a real potion. Which has always provided the glue, including the source, spirit, sum, and substance from which you constructed everything you consider to be your “truth”; your foundation, or perhaps tower. This includes that small but priceless contribution from your true at-one self, making it like no other construct in the universe.

It may be a good mantra to say: “Thank you for everything. It’s perfect. I don’t know what this day will bring, but I do know that everything will work out fine.” Then be willing to notice that it’s actually working. Any prayer, mantra, statement or practice of guiding principle that includes real gratitude will instigate the best Divine Magic.

This awakening often begins when one becomes fully aware of what any state they may perceive themselves to be in, to be an unfathomable miracle in and of itself. We can build the best pyramids on top of that.

The Four Inseparable S’s

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Top view of a Lupine

 

We are all part of the Source, Spirit, Sum, and Substance of all things. Always.

Many forms of illusion and delusion dissuade us from Being this Knowing.

The causes of this separation are manifold: Every form of fear, false teachings including religious dogma, failed fancies, desperate attachments, fallacious fellowship, selfish-serving expectations, insidious doubt, lazy boredom, and misunderstood pain  (which is normally comprised of mostly fear) are some of the culprits.

Know how little removed you are from chromatic sacred geometry pictured above. I would have included Love in the Four S’s, but didn’t for an obvious alphabetic problem…

We Humans

We humans spend little time acknowledging (and thereby benefiting from) the infinitely unique system – made of many ‘systems’ – that we are.

Not just as a biological race capable of procreating and hybridizing, but the actual multidimensional miracle of the physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, etheric, and creative associations we each are.  Not to mention the collective experience of so many past lives.

Unlike dragonflies that have changed little over hundreds of million of years, humans have been in our current Earth form for only an eye blink.  That our chariots are now mercury powered flying saucers did not occur randomly.  Our evolution is largely self-directed, though we are little aware of those ‘alien’ aspects of ourselves who have been involved.

Our default attention is traditionally directed to identifying with the face and body that our physical DNA adds up to.  Very nice; undoubtedly why reflection, and then mirrors, were invented, and making it easy to draw the erroneous conclusion that that’s us.  Add our fascination with drama and it’s possible to lead a very external, non-intuitive life.

The emotional and mental bodies then have their way with us as well – which most of us experience.   Each of our layers has its own chakras, consciousness, and survival agenda.  Whichever we feed the most with our attention grows the strongest.  It’s our job to bring all those unique inner bodies into harmony.  Ideally we nurture them all with a balanced diet of self love.

There are zillions of practices to promote well being; none more powerful than gratitude.  If you have to ask for what, you’re missing the point.  Arriving at self love, which we then mirror out to all we perceive and experience, and for which we are reverently grateful, is the same frequency from which all miracles occur.

As Source consciousness exists in every atom and nanoparticle of everything, it’s pretty cool that we have this powerful yet fragile experiencing machine (our current body/brain model) to explore such infinite divinity with.  That means that we are full of that core sacred magic from which all realities are constructed.  And constructed in such a way that the only limits placed upon it are those of our individual and societal selves.

ALL of reality is belief based.  If we allow our victim mind to have its way, we are classic victims.  If we allow our possibility powers to prevail, we can have everything we want or need.  We are genetically predisposed with the power to manifest solid objects out of thin air.  Ancient beliefs and deeply ingrained negative experiences have suppressed this.

All other life, and everything else that we don’t perceive as such, like sand and glass, pavement, buildings, nails, are also constructed of variations of that same alchemic magic, but contain fewer complex systems than we do.  When we view and measure everything around us based only on how we as a race generally inter react in an anthropocentric one-way focus, we miss all the best experiences and gifts that the whole of creation has to offer.  After all, we are all part of the same thing.  Anomalies and islands are illusions.

It’s all conscious.  Most of it can’t speak at the frequency our 3D ears/brain can perceive, but can experience and communicate in paradigms we don’t understand.  This becomes more evident as our sixth chakra, or ‘third eye’, awakens.

Those who have never heard an oak or a hawk say “I love you” either didn’t believe what they were hearing, or it was drowned out by the din of inner drama.   All of nature sends out such messages when not being abused or destroyed.  Sometimes you have to quietly hug a tree to hear it, and if you can’t hear it, you shoild at least be able to Feel it.  Hawks are trickier to hug.

We, on the other hand, have capacities encoded in our twelve strands of DNA that few give thought to while distracted by the wealth of available drama.  Little do we realize what an enormous part of our reality we build with our minds and emotions rather than our hands.  Much of that, whether deliberate or subconscious is capacitated by the ninety-some percent of our genetics that is considered – or was considered – ‘junk DNA’.

We are all creators within a greater creation. When measured against all probability factors, we are each a phenomenal miracle.  What a wonderful opportunity to fine tune the benefits of our gifts.  For several reasons:  1) Now is the only time anything happens.  2) If you’re reading this, you may be human, which is the whole point of being who we are.  And infinitely unique.

The human race as well as the very planet from which we’re made are in the throes of an ascension of frequency.  We are entering the Fifth Dimension, which has often confusingly been referred to as ‘heaven’.

This is a dynamic cosmic shift, which everyone is experiencing, particularly the painful parts.  Don’t let that discourage you and throw you off your divine path of discovering why we’ve gone to all this trouble over thousands of lifestreams each.  Collectively we contain absolutely everything that is commonly misunderstood as ‘God’.

And why we have come together upon this planetary venue at this time.

It Is Written

Reams of thought, inscripted,

Like drifts of fallen snow;

Melt-worthy minds may mine it,

Given time enough to know.

 

Falling rain ‘neath sun kissed clouds

May reach a patch of earth

That thirsts for more than mother’s milk

Beyond this worldly birth.

 

The pages lie as prism leaves

In multi-layered hues,

Awaiting hearts to blossom out

So sleeping minds may choose

 

To burn those books of stolen dreams,

Hypnosis of the past,

Forgotten in the confidence

That love is never last.

 

Truth Leak

The things that I don’t tell myself

Don’t interrupt the weeks.

I live my life from outside in

Until a whisper leaks.

 

A seed of truth, a speck of light

Has fallen on the line.

I shake my head and look around

Like everything was fine.

 

The apple color hides the core

Of seeds that all could grow.

Unless the seeds should come to earth

The sun could turn to snow.

 

A month can pass without a sound,

Exploding in the night,

Stop the day when dreams should fall

Or drop a bird in flight.

 

A spoken word, a piece of song,

Can apple blossoms shout?

It takes a ray of screaming truth

To live from inside out.

 

Don’t Rest There Too Long

There are moments of awakening

That stretch out cold and flat;

The ego’s long resistance

To what your soul is at.

 

Those valleys are but crossroads

Where the less resolved are lost

On the journey to well being;

Only peace and joy the cost.

 

This voyage never ending

Will continue either way;

In smooth divine awareness

Or self-absorbed dismay.

 

Harmony or estrangement

Are simply states mind;

Eyes closed can see great beauty –

Wide open often blind.

 

In every thinking moment

Use joy as sacred spice;

Adopt it as a habit,

The most empowering vice.

 

When you know each moment perfect:

Trip and destination ONE,

You’ve booked liberation’s passage,

And you’ve only just begun.

World History

It’s no miracle,

Not a mystery,

Just a major

Piece of history.

 

History of what?

Your right to ask-

Of that which lives

Behind a mask.

 

Some would tell it

To only deceive:

Look only within

For in what to believe.

 

As many truths

As those who would speak:

If a heart is closed,

No truth shall leak.

 

As the world spins,

So too the history.

If we sit on the truth

We’re bound to get blistery.

The Sacred Grove

Who has girdled the sacred grove?

Do the trees know they have died?

Where the flow of life has severed

Is no sap, but tears that dried.

 

The leaves have lost their luster,

With no connection to the roots.

The foresters in attendance

Are harlequins and mutes.

 

The leaves don’t know they’re dead yet,

Fading green no proof of life.

It matters not how the bark was lost:

Lack of love is a perfect knife.

 

For the oak and life have cycles

That are infinite looping bands.

Any part removed by loss of love

Means endless severed strands.

 

Where the bark is gone – no cambium,

No sugars will reach the soil.

For one gross breach of etiquette

The entire tree will spoil.

 

Deeply woven in the planet

Pulses life in these ancient roots.

We look to the base of the dying trunks

And visualize healthy shoots.

 

Or perhaps new life will arise afresh

From an acorn lying sleeping:

A sprout untainted by memories

When the grim one ceases reaping.

 

The Druids who came to cooperate there

Are long gone from the land,

But many of those who care so much

Are returning to lend a hand.

 

We will stand and worship together,

We and the trees as one,

And in the canopy spread above us:

The moon, the stars, and the sun.