Dimensional serenade

I had a very interesting conversation today with two good friends about consciousness, dimensions and the terms we use to describe our experiences to others, and even ourselves sometimes.

It starts with J.G. Bennett’s Kennedy-esque assertion we shouldn’t ask how the earth can serve us, but rather, what purpose we serve here on earth.

I think this is a question of cosmic proportions. If this is indeed our mindset, it changes everything. Why we create art. Why we are friends with our friends. Why we dream our dreams.

It also challenges our notions of freedom and responsibility.

It challenges the validity of power.

It truly touches on the importance of training and discipline.

I have been awakened to the idea that what I am now is not who I have always been or will ever be.

In me has been awakened the spark of truth, a light of being.

It is here now.

Helping Japan

As life continues as it mostly does...
The skies outside my window are blue, I hear the gentle chirping of birds, and the air conditioner humming in the other room. The thing that reminds me that all is not as it should be, is my bottle of iodine sitting on my desk. But beyond my concern for the invisible ghost of radioactive particles from the Fukushima meltdown, traversing the jet streams from one corner of the world to the next, I am reminded of the immediate loss and devastation that invaded the lives of hundreds of thousands of Japanese several months ago. The silence around me amplifies my thoughts. The media has moved on - especially after the EPA ensured Americans that radiation readings here were too low to worry about (There are other opinions out there). But our awareness should stay focused on this issue, because as with the Haitian earthquake last year, this disaster will have long reaching consequences, not just for Japan, but for the entire world, both economically, ecologically and spiritually.

We can still donate money to the Red Cross to assist in the relief effort. For some it is difficult to find the time to be active or have the means to stage fundraising events. But it is easy to donate. Spread the word and inspire others to do the same. Do not forget that we are all a part of the same human family, and when some suffer we all do - when some of us make a forward leap for the world, we all benefit. If one hundred thousand people donated one dollar tomorrow, the effect would make a profound difference.

A really worthy cause is www.IamJapanese.org, having raised $40.000 already. Feel free to visit their site and show your support!

B

PS: If you are wondering what you can do that might help protect you from radioactive fallout, visit this site: http://www.thebestdayever.com/news/podcast/podcast-64-everything-you-need-to-know-about-radiation/

DESTINY, THE LIVING AND THE DEAD... OR?

The other night, I dreamt about my grandmother and my grandfather (paternal and maternal). They have both passed on. I also dreamt about my siberian husky, Varga, who died not so long ago. I dreamt about someone who is still alive, but not doing well. The point of the dream was that they were all together, as if they were intimately connected. It dawned on me that they were a part of what so many of us know as soul groups. And as they were now in that other world, they watched over us, the living, protecting us, guiding us. I woke up saturated with the feeling of the dream.

Makes me think...

How many of our decisions are stimulated by supernatural advice, resonating deep within our subconscious minds? It makes me feel less alone in this world. And it makes me realize that destiny is something we share among us. It isn't just a point towards which we are helplessly moved. Destiny is a puzzle in which we are all important pieces, it is a responsibility we must face, and always do our best to uphold. Realizing this makes me feel that life itself is truly sacred.

VARGA 1991-2007

Travel well, my love...

CALLING ALL HEROES AND SUPERHEROES

The sun sets upon the world. Its warm rays can't hide the cool breeze of autumn, heralding the coming of winter. Are we prepared to face the unknown?

The world never judges. It exists beyond good and evil. It will accomodate any inclination. But our hearts are forged in the fire of evolution. We strive forward and our heart not only keeps us going, it also beams out into the space around us, its radar eye. We can be taught, we can experience, we can understand the difference between right and wrong.

We eat the food of the dead. We breathe the air and drink the water of the dying. We become what we eat. So we must hurry and train and struggle to keep ourselves ALIVE. Some people are beacons in the world, that our radar will see.

Did you ever dream you were a Super Hero?

Super Heroes fight for what's right and what's good. Most people want a life of dignity and happiness. A hero gives us temporary relief from the bleak places of suffering. A superhero, does that, as well as destroying the source of evil from which all bleakness emanates.

But a superhero is always alone, and must stay hidden in the world and must make many personal sacrifices.

But it is destiny.

Calling all heroes and superheroes to remain here to blind all evil with the light of truth and beauty!

STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET?

On the surface of things, the world is a place of ordinary people and ordinary things. Everything placed in its "proper" order, living and dying pretty much as directed by some internal software put there by some humorous architect (or not).
Every night, I turn out the lights and lay down, listening to the incessant hum of the city. When I was a kid it used to be the river and the waterfall that buzzed by me at dusk. Now its machinery, steel and smoke that weaves its way into the atmosphere and into my dreams. I don't believe in ordinary things. They don't exist. I've seen a glimpse of reality, and it doesn't look like a Monday or a Wednesday. I try to remember this, when my life slows down or gets caught up in routines. And one of the most intriguing and mysterious thoughts I've had in all of this is that the first time we met, was meant to be. You were put there in my path because you had a gift for me, a piece of the puzzle I am trying to solve with all of my life and power. There are no strangers. Every being has a mission, and no one on earth is alone.

ESCAPE

I have an ideal, a goal, a utopian aspiration for what the great sanctuary of my life will be, for the House of Future Whirl. Dreams weave shrouds of dream around themselves. To use an old buddhist saying concerning Nirvana: If you think it is there, it is not. There is a strange truth to this, revealing itself in moments when we can see the nature of all of life's struggles. Still your racing heart!