Sunday, June 2, 2024

QUESTIONS

You must question what you hold to be sacred and learn to let it go.  In a world of change, the idea of sacred holds little relevance.  (I' Ching Hexagram 50)

If assumptions are questioned deeply enough, they let go of themselves.  (Stephen Mitchell, Second Book of the Tao)

Your unquestioned thoughts about life lead you to believe that there is something out of order, and that can never be true. (Byron Katie, A Thousand Names for Joy)

The most difficult thing in the world is to question an assumption you've never consciously made.  How do you even begin to question something that is so normal it's invisible? (Phillip Sheridan, Radical Wholeness)

When a person comes to a teacher with a question, he is actually aware of the two possible answers to it - one is generally the easy way out, with no growth or change involved, and the other is the uneasy answer, the one that causes us to evolve by letting go of some aspect of our habitual identity.  Most of the time, people who seek help do not want to change.  They expect to be taken care of, listened to, confirmed and pampered. (Jodorowsky, The Way of Tarot)



Once again I am repurposing this ancient blog.  If you have come from my Gene Keys Guide page, welcome to the experiment.   Frankly, I have no idea what this blog will become as the experiment unfolds.  More than likely, more of the same.  In other words, just randomly posting when it feels right and, just as important, I feel I have something to say.

Feel free to browse through previous posts here - it may help to gain some insight into my world at the time of those posts years ago.  Once thing that will be noticeable to some is that there is a lot of Human Design languaging.   I don't know how much of that will carry through new writings.  But the knowledge still has a lot of validity and value even if I rarely talk or study Design.  A lot of it has been embodied and/or synthesized.  But the languaging is still the clearest for me to communicate certain concepts.  I can say the same for Gene Keys.  What will be most important is that whatever I have to say in the coming days, I don't want to get bogged down in or reflect the concepts in a mental framework.  

For those of you that may have read this work before, the experiment I am referring to above is that I have offered my services as a Gene Key Guide to answer questions.   I have found in my own journey that certain questions can create a stuck point in progress.  This might or might not be obvious.  In the early days of Design or Keys, this often was around a technical term.  In this case, I was aware of what was causing the stuckness.  But sometimes we aren't aware of what the stuck point is.  In these systems, it often revolved around interpreting a word or phrase in the way they are commonly used.  Often in my case it would be years before the meaning finally clicked to another perspective of the term.  

Perspective is another hinge point that can suddenly move you up the spiral.   In this case, a question can lead to a change in perspective, however slight, that triggers an avalanche of insight or a sudden dismantling of years of conditioned perspective when a foundational idea is questioned.

It is important to me though to point out that I am not coming into this from a Master or even a Teacher aspect.  I will only be able to give you a perspective on your questions, asked or not, that comes through my own design and my own experience in this grand experiment.





Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Seasons of Peace


Peace is who you are without a story, until the next stressful story appears.  (Byron Katie)

Peace is an outlook you can carry with you at all times by remembering cycles.    (I' Ching Hexagram 11)

There are plenty of escape routes but there is no realizing peace through any of them. They are all cul-de-sacs. (Michael Brown)


I have noticed how Peace continually surfaces in the conversations. Usually as some sort of goal – to be at peace with myself, etc. I would like to share briefly my current synthesis around Peace. In Design and Gene Keys, at the time of my birth, the Sun was in Key or Gate 6 – and thus a part of my Incarnation Cross - my Life's Work. In Gene Keys this is the Gate of Peace. But Life's Work as opposed to Vocation it is something that is, for me,shared through my aura, my beingness to the extent that I purify my heart. But in the I' Ching the hexagram is called Conflict. In Design, it is the Gate of Friction. Both denote aspects of growth. Growth requires friction and conflict. 

Again, in Gene Keys the spectrum is from the Shadow of Conflict to the Gift of Diplomacy to the Siddhi of Peace. I am directing this at the conflict within ourselves. At the shadow frequency our conditioned minds keeps us continuously focused on the conflict. We spend our time trying to heal the effects, which cannot be done. The analogy of a clogged artery comes to mind. The clog is seen as the cause of the failing heart. Surgery and stints and drugs are used to dissolve the clog. But the clog is the effect; until the cause of the clog is addressed, it will always return. Diplomacy at its broadest interpretation is the change of behavior to facilitate harmony between the conflicted parts. But, in our work, behavior is the effect. Unless we address the underlying wounding, the cause, the behavior will return, as with addictions. However, the beauty is that the behavior will naturally melt away with the integration of this unfinished business. To my mind, this is the dynamics of the breakdown/breakthrough process. Integration being the key. And once the breakthrough comes, we feel peace.  

But this Gate of Peace is an emotional gate. It operates in a wave from Conflict to Peace and back again. The wheel is always turning. We begin again in the next step of the cycle. Maturation is a step by step process. If you skip steps, inevitably you have to return back to begin again. So Peace is transitory yet real, like the seasons. Winter does not end because we don't like the cold. The other seasons will arrive in their own timing. I have found over time with my practice that as my true nature emerges from the veils of conditioning there does arrive what Rinpoche called a natural great peace. We don't seek peace; we allow peace to emerge and to retreat. The ceremony never ends.




Monday, March 26, 2018

I Have Always Been Here


Love the pitcher less and the water more.  (Rumi)

Someone asked Vernon Howard, "I try to believe in myself, but I find that I just can't do so."  His response:  "Instead of trying to believe in yourself, try to discover yourself.  Do this by seeing the difference between belief and discovery.  The captain of the Titanic believed his ship could not sink."

All of life will not change you; it unfolds as a way to unmask you….Like fruit that has fallen to the earth, the seed can only take root when its protective covering disintegrates. (Cafeausoul – Hexagram 23)


I know that there are a lot of people out there who have had the long experience of following this and that path, system, beliefs, etc – one after another.  I am sure there are both common reasons for that and individual reasons for it.  But it is hard to reconcile the idea of surrender to Life with thinking that all of those things that “came to naught” were mistakes.  We cannot possibly grasp what the long game is.  We are here to experience the mundane results of being consciousness in form.  How that fits into the cosmic consciousness is not up to us to understand.  One of the keynotes of the Open Head Center is thinking about things that don’t matter – that don’t matter to your own life.   Things that cannot be known or things you can know but don’t need to know. 

Occasionally I experience one of those moments where I can see the threads of my life and the interconnections in one frozen moment.   I can see all of those things, the beliefs, the practices, the rituals and ceremonies that I have walked through and I wonder which one held the key that enabled me to arrive at the consciousness that I am at this moment.   Or is it the quantum of all of that?  I prefer to see the driving force as the synthesis of all of it.   But as I settled down to simple practices, it has become apparent that whatever lies beneath all of these syntheses it seems to keep coming back to being present, to mindfulness.  Most of the practice that I have been drawn to, while it may be accompanied by varying complexities of the language presenting the practice or convincing us of the value of the practice, most of it has the ultimate value of just teaching me to be aware of what is, of what I am doing or thinking, or not doing or thinking.  Through that process comes the letting go of what doesn’t serve.  Through the letting go comes the revelation of the true self.  What is left after the water recedes is what is essential.  and it actually seems to become more and more effortless over time.

I am increasingly coming to see that whatever my expectations were when starting this journey about the nature of the transformed person was part of the problem.  Despite the efforts of my mind and its strategic conditioning, its adaptive strategies, the true nature of my Design has always made itself known.  I just never recognized that that part was the real me and it has been here all along.  That slow evolution that is sometimes so frustrating wasn’t really the slowness to change; it was the slowness to see and accept what was always here.




Saturday, February 10, 2018

R.I.P John Perry Barlow

If you're not lost, you're not much of an explorer.

I'm a member of that half of the human race which is inclined to divide the human race into two kinds of people. My dividing line runs between the people who crave certainty and the people who trust chance.

We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.

I have always felt that no matter how inscrutable its ways and means, the universe is working perfectly and working according to a greater plan than we can know.

--- John Perry Barlow


I suppose for many the name of John Barlow will not mean much.  For legions of Deadheads though the name is commonplace.  Barlow spent many years as a lyricist for the Grateful Dead, working mainly with Bob Weir.  But Barlow also had many outside interests as a rancher, a politician and an activist, most notably in his work for a free internet.  As with most of the Dead, he was an independent thinker.  If you listen to any interview with him in Dead related videos, you were just as likely to hear a contrarian point of view of their history.   He will be missed.



I want to reproduce here something that he wrote when he discovered at a certain age that he was an adult now and pondered what that meant.  Here are his 25 Principles of Adult Behavior:

·        Be patient. No matter what.
·        Don’t badmouth: Assign responsibility, not blame. Say nothing of another you wouldn’t say to him.
·        Never assume the motives of others are, to them, less noble than yours are to you.
·        Expand your sense of the possible.
·        Don’t trouble yourself with matters you truly cannot change.
·        Expect no more of anyone than you can deliver yourself.
·        Tolerate ambiguity.
·        Laugh at yourself frequently.
·        Concern yourself with what is right rather than who is right.
·        Never forget that, no matter how certain, you might be wrong.
·        Give up blood sports.
·        Remember that your life belongs to others as well. Don’t risk it frivolously.
·        Never lie to anyone for any reason. (Lies of omission are sometimes exempt.)
·        Learn the needs of those around you and respect them.
·        Avoid the pursuit of happiness. Seek to define your mission and pursue that.
·        Reduce your use of the first personal pronoun.
·        Praise at least as often as you disparage.
·        Admit your errors freely and soon.
·        Become less suspicious of joy.
·        Understand humility.
·        Remember that love forgives everything.
·        Foster dignity.
·        Live memorably.
·        Love yourself.
·        Endure.

The only point at which I might have some contention is “Reduce your use of the first personal pronoun.”  Now I assume I know what he meant by that.  In the context of overly focusing on your personal identity issues, I can agree.  But in another context, I do not.  

In the collective field, statements of universal truths are rampant.  These statements are often taken as axioms.  In the old paradigms, these are perfectly acceptable.  But are there really truths which are applicable to everyone?  Are we entering an evolutionary stage where personal truth is paramount?   I don’t really want to get deep into that but suffice to say that this isn’t the same as anarchy or relativism, where whatever I want or desire I can or should act on. 

In the Design world, we are essentially guided to what is correct for us by our unique Inner Authority.  This isn’t a mind function.  We don’t get to create, intend or guide what our Authority communicates to us.  We have no choice in that matter.  We can only surrender to that guidance.   This isn’t really much different from a lot of systems except for the aspect of unique personal Authority. 


But there is a price for this uniqueness.  First is that we must live in absolute integrity with that Authority.  We cannot use it as a strategy to get what we think we want.  It requires surrender to Life.   Another price is that we cannot know the motives and reality of others.  We have to ask the other to find that out.  It follows also then that we really can only speak from our own experiences.   When all participants live as their true selves then true communication can take place.  Thus it follows that indeed we do need to use the personal pronoun, the “I”.   Again, this is not the “I“ of ego or of identity.  But it does point to the experiential processes of the individual which must be authentic.  I can really only know truth as I experience it through my design, my limitations.  Through sharing in its myriad aspects, we can arrive at some conclusions of the wisdom of our past experiences and forge an experimental pattern to guide the collective to the future.  

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream.
Ah child of countless trees, ah child of boundless seas.

Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words,
Wield to the storm and fly.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it's own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.

--- Cassidy, lyrics by John Barlow



Saturday, January 27, 2018

Sharing

We‘re here to filter the consciousness field. And we‘re here to filter it as purely as we can and share it. - Ra

Through simply understanding one’s own patterns of suffering at a higher level, one simultaneously activates the higher frequency of that pattern, which in turn transforms one’s environment. It is not that one actually changes one’s environment, but one perceives it at a higher frequency, which changes one’s attractor patterns and leads to quantum leaps, both spiritually and materially. - Richard Rudd

Where can I find someone who has penetrated beyond words?  That's whom I'd like to have a word with.  (Chuang-tzu)



Sharing is a concept that is unavoidable in many contexts.  In the more intentional environments it is a paramount and essential component.  At tea I was thinking about this topic.   It may be more an issue with me since I resist sharing circles - not that I refuse or I don't see their value.  Oh, I am sure I could come up with many reasons for this resistance.  But it was a Human Design perspective that led me down this path.  

First was in the study of circuitry, particularly the Collective Circuitry Group.  This is by far the largest circuit group in the BodyGraph. 
While it has two major circuits, Understanding and Sensing, the common keynote is Sharing – and this is true for every channel and gate that is part of those circuits.   Notice that the circuit runs around the outside like a cell membrane as if the boundary between us and the other is built upon sharing.  But the sharing is not a social function.  It is not an indiscriminate display of emotions or experiences.  In fact a lot of the BodyGraph expresses a limitation on indiscriminate, spontaneous sharing.  The timing of sharing is often predicated on some form of waiting or restraint. 

If we as Spirits incarnate in these forms as an experiment of consciousness in form, and if we are all uniquely designed to experience, in a limited, unique fashion, this creation in all of its infinite aspects, then there must be a way for the individual experience to be given to the collective, cosmic, consciousness.   This exchange is the purpose of sharing, whether it is experiential or logical.  It follows also that Collective sharing is not personal and not necessarily reciprocal.  This aspect alone can cause consternation in the context of traditional sharing.   A lot of Design is not personal and this is not acceptable to many people.  But the sharing of what has been learned through experience and experiment is what moves consciousness.

Sharing is usually limited to mental communication (and all the variations of speech, writing, Facebook, on and on).  But that is only one format in which sharing can take place.  It also seems to me to be the one most susceptible to conditioned, Not-Self distortion.    Two other methods of communication that are more direct are the electro-magnetic connections and the aura.   The EM connection, through the connection of harmonic gates, is quite impersonal; anyone, as well as the transits, can make that connection.   The information flowing through that connection though is only as free from conditioning as the people involved are.   The aura connection though seems to be the purest form of connection.   If the auras do the talking, then the mind is not involved.  But we have to be correct within ourselves and sensitive to what is happening. 

There is another form of sharing which, frankly, I know very little about.  According to Ra, when we are asleep (in the horizontal position), our experience of the creation is “uploaded” to humanity as a whole.  So the synarchy mind is constantly being fed the new “data”, logical, experiential and individual.  

On the more mundane level, sharing satisfies other more tribal functions as well.  Here is where the personal aspects of sharing obtain their preeminence.   Especially in the shared Maia that we have created.  We need it for the warmth of our relationships.  We need it sometimes to simply be able to live together.   We need it for our inherent drives for community and for attainment, to move forward.    Awareness is the key discriminatory element.  It is so easy to use sharing as a way to reinforce the bubble that we have created - circular feedback which reinforces the commonality and binds us to it.   This is where unaware, indiscriminate, sharing can be most dangerous.

We also share through our work and our art.  Often times, this can be a purer form.  When the artist or craftsman or the creator of conscious work of any kind, when their intentions are purified, focused, clarified and poured into their work, then we receive that frequency directly.  


Verbal sharing then is the most susceptible to Not-Self distortion, yet it is the most widely used and praised.  We are built for articulated speech.  The whole BodyGraph is focused on manifestation through the Throat.   But what is manifested is not necessarily true.  That is where we need to rely on inner authority and awareness and mindfulness.



Monday, January 22, 2018

A Formula

Either you are wrong or I am right – David Gilmour

What this knowledge offers you is nothing but fear. Understand that. Because if you have to wait for the response you can’t be half pregnant, you have to really be there waiting in your power. And it can be so frustrating because you think you may never be asked, and that when you are asked you will not be asked what you want to have asked. It takes courage to become yourself. And for you, you need the proof. And you can’t get the proof unless you just see for yourself that this is the way it truly works for you. You are here to respond, that’s your perfection.  - Ra Uru Hu

Whenever a new idea rushes into the mind, it smashes into a mass of distorting elements; like a ball tossed hard against the walls of a closet, the idea bounces against our fixed attitudes and opinions. – Vernon Howard

This is going to be a rather long post.  I have been organizing my computer files and archiving.  It has turned into an oracle experience.  I keep running into things I wrote or saved that tie into what I am experiencing or contemplating. 

Without going into details, I have been seeing more levels in the deep conditioning that was involved in the creation of the primacy of my mind in my life – especially the long years I spent in school.   I spent over 22 years in the academic world.   A lot of that was shed pretty quickly but not so much the underlying paradigm.  Deep in the logic world.   I keep circling back in my work to a point of doubt about all of this.  But these are basically logical doubts – definitely not strong enough for met to give up.  Then I am allowed to see where I am acting from the paradigm that there is always an explanation, an answer, to the phenomena of life if we just keep learning.  Along with this is an implied hierarchical model – that there are set paths to attainment.  I suspect it is tied rather intimately with the need for certainty that I discussed in an earlier post.  I cannot speak to the legitimacy of any of those approaches.  When I feel a strong resistance to a formula, I have learned to let it open up as cracks in my cosmic egg, my conceptual framework.   It is a paradox though.  Letting go of those frameworks and the idea that there is no universal path - that it is fluidic - conflicts with my intuitive belief that this is all an immaculate design.   I do not wish to go down that hole right now except to say that paradoxes don’t seem to bother me much anymore.  I am in an experiment with my life – one that involves surrendering to that design as my unique Self. 

So I found the following piece I wrote in a journal some time ago – obviously in one of my many melancholic moods as I was shedding the layers of what doesn’t serve me.  But it mirrored the idea of living in that world of formula.

I always mistrusted the abilities of my mind – not the concept of mind itself, but of my individual mind.  Outside of academics or other intellectual pursuits, I never knew how make decisions or even what questions to ask.  Whatever I did was in response, but in response through pressure – the fear of failing, of being humiliated in others’ eyes, the fear of not knowing what to do, of not really wanting to do anything.  As far back as I can remember I just wanted to play, to create worlds – first with my toys, then creating cities and lands outside in the sand, dirt or the creeks by which I lived.  Or to go off by myself in the woods and live imaginary adventures.   Everything else I did because that is the way of the world.  I may have appeared to be creating my decisions – I wouldn’t have been comfortable admitting that I didn’t have a clue about anything in this world.  So I bounced from one thing to the next.  I followed the stream as it was given to me and created a niche in every crack in those worlds.  For all intents and purpose, from the outside I did pretty well.  I was always well-liked but always an outsider.  In high school, I was friends with everyone in all the typical circles – from geek to jock to the socially popular.  But after school was out I wasn’t a part of those circles.  I was rarely invited to anything in the social realm.  I was an undercover loner.   Home was similar.  I didn’t cause problems.  I was a good kid but never felt like I really belonged there either.  I was always escaping – either moving around (walking or later driving in my car) by myself.  Or I was in my room, reading mostly.  Music and, later, drugs allowed me to stay in this mode of life for decades.

But even then almost every decision about my life was made because I was forced to make a decision and then making a decision between the alternatives that were given to me and then making the decision just to ease the pressure.   But then of course going through the next level of fear about how I was going to do it when I had no idea how.  I did well in school because I mainly stuck to things that were essentially formulaic.  Fortunately for me all education in the public realm is like that.   Science and math – all the problems were the same.  The formulas were known – all the equations that were needed.  In the problems, you just took the formulas that were appropriate, the variables were always in the problem, disguised in various ways (the so-called “word” problems).  So just put in the numbers and get the answers.  You could even check your answers. 

History, language, civics – these were primarily matters of memorization.  Even essays were just an extension of the formula idea.  I got good at knowing what the acceptable answers were.  How to play the system even if I didn’t think of it in those terms.   The gist of the answer was contained in the question - informed by the classroom work, the textbook and the lectures.  This gave a sort of equation.  Then just plug in the variables which have been memorized.  Take a position (i.e. pick one of the acceptable equations) and solve.  The effect though was all about survival and defense.

So now I see myself doing the same thing.  Creating my little worlds inside of cracks.  But as old age approaches and I find myself increasingly alone – after intentionally throwing away the old safety nets - I now sometimes face, especially at night, abject fears about my survival.  It was easier being the loner, the hermit, when I lived within a protective shield – whether it was supportive or healthy was not the issue.   

Decisions were made, in essence. for me, at least – the framework - in other words, the range of decisions that were possible.   I only had to do the work.  I became an embodiment of that process of problem solving.  I was one of the variables.  Now I am in the position of not having those safety nets and find myself still incompetent in creatively fashioning a life, a path, a direction.  And I am so afraid of failure.  Failure seems so much more real and dangerous now.  The stakes are basic things like health, a place to live, food to eat, etc.

So enter fear and still seeing through these lifelong lenses and doubting my decisions.  Right and wrong decisions are no longer in the realm of doing what fits, what relieves pressure, what makes my protectors happy so that I am safe.  I am the child thrown out into the world again, unprepared with the skills needed.  Not knowing the questions or the answers.  Alone – the orphan.  But still unable to express the fear.  Just do not appear weak, do not reveal the fear, the helplessness.  That will only make matters worse.  It is one thing to live in that reality – another to compound it by having others know that you are that helpless.

So, yes, I doubted the wisdom behind my actions.  Following dreams and concepts derived from others and then seeing them as if they were smoke - Increasingly hard to see and grasp.  Still just coninuing from the momentum after recognizing that I am no longer following something substantial.  No one can help me here.  My actions were a bridge-burning.  I am alone and afraid.  There are no more working equations and I don’t understand them anyway.


Well, I have come a long way from that nodal point in my life.  A lot of the fear has dissipated and a good chunk of the victim outlook.  It is still daunting to face the intensity of fully accepting and surrendering to the fullness of life without the comfort of all that conceptual dependence.  But when I hit those moments of pause, where I very briefly get to touch the reality of the sacred geometry of this existence, I see the fragility of that doubt and conflict and turbulence and the value of having gone through them so that I could open up to those moments.




Sunday, January 21, 2018

Dandelion Wine

Experience never misleads; what you are misled by is only your judgment, and this misleads you by anticipating results from experience of a kind that is not produced by your experiments. — Leonardo Da Vinci

We need neither to paint like Picasso or write like Shakespeare to experience creation.  The simple act of breathing in and out is always our most powerful and enduring experience of creation.

I am a middle class home, I am a worn out banjo
I'll never dance in Swan Lake, I'll never play the cello
I am the Northern Lights, I am invisible
I am a dandelion, I am forever wild 
But you were looking for an orchid
And I will always be a dandelion
 ---  Antje Duvekot, Dandelion


I have decided to rename this work to Dandelion Wine.  The name Mobius Trip comes from a much earlier time and was more of a private reference at that time. 

In case you are not familiar with the reference, Dandelion Wine was the name of a 1957 novel from famed science fiction writer Ray Bradbury.  In my early years I read a lot of Bradbury but I did not run across this one until much later.  I am not sure when I found it but it was probably over 40 years ago.  For some reason, the book had a profound effect on me.  I have re-read it many times and still keep a copy of it.  I had just finished reading it again when I wrote my first short story, The Crack.  Bradbury’s style influenced my own style immensely.  The book is, on the surface, a sort of autobiographical look at small town life in the Midwestern US.   It is not his usual style and is quite lyrical and populated with metaphors that probe deeply into the undercurrents of our experiential life.   It is essentially a collection of vignettes tied together as a summer of a twelve-year old boy.   That was also how I wrote my story.  In those days, I rode a transit bus to work and I decided to try writing a chapter on each 45 minute commute.  So it turned out to also be an episodic look at that crossroads in my path, tied together by the appearance of a mysterious crack in the wall of my room.

The other feature of the book that I found so powerful was that it was, in many ways, just the stream of experience and consciousness of the boy.  A whole chapter often was not much more than a vibrant description of Presence in the experience of the ordinary life.  In later readings this aspect of the writing seemed to be highlighted by my experiment in surrendering to the flow of life and in cultivating presence and mindfulness.  My life has always been quite ordinary and simple.  But when not under the pressure of the world, I seemed to maintain the ability to be absorbed by the ordinary – particularly the backside of the world around me.  On walks I would go down the alleys – a totally different experience of a neighborhood than when experienced from the street level where an image was usually consciously projected by the homeowners.  I liked going down the stairwells at work rather than the elevators.  The bare concrete with all of the pipes, meters and other infrastructure was more nourishing.  Now my life seems to have reached a new level of ordinariness and simplicity.  Cultivation of awareness in these moments and letting go of the strong conceptual filters of my conditioning attenuates time.  When awareness was only triggered by the high
points or landmarks of the day, the intervening time between those highlights was lost to memory.  But when every moment starts to be experienced and recognized then the flow becomes more fluid.  Time then is experienced differently as it is not broken up by specific events.  Meaning is experienced differently as the influence of expectation recedes and a kind of equanimity of the felt perception takes over.  

I know that I am just touching on my ability to surrender to that level – to stay in a mindful state.  But that has been an unexpected result of this path, at least in the sense that it wasn’t something I set out to do.  Now I have a taste of what living at that level of awareness is like. 

Right now, that is what writing here is like for me.   In the book, the bottling of dandelion wine mirrored Douglas Spaulding’s experience of his summer.  The ordinary and mundane parts of life, the weeds can be magical and intoxicating from a different perspective, a distillation of life itself.    What is the connecting thread of these isolated vignettes?   I am not sure it matters anymore to me.  Everything rises and passes away.  It is only while it is here that it has any meaning but that meaning comes after the experience of it.  Later, after you uncork that bottle of Dandelion Wine.




Friday, January 19, 2018

Eye of the Storm

Just because of the mood I'm in
I know there's more to the weather than the western wind
And I feel like I'm gonna feel
Like a willow tree that's got some branches to bend
-        Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Nothing of the Kind

It is important to expect nothing, to take every experience, including the negative ones, as merely steps on the path, and to proceed.  - Ram Dass

For as long as you opened your hearts to the frequencies of fear, you used your power to give credibility to fear’s illusions.  -  Ken Carey


I have been experiencing for the last four or five days a pretty deep melancholy which, at least for now, reached its zenith today.   The gradual loss of energy eventually resulted in a physical illness yesterday which extended into today.  The result of that is a particularly potent test to allow and release.  At some points it was particularly challenging but I still maintained, over the whole wave, a fair degree of surrender to it without letting the mind’s stories dominant and lead me.   The illness was a definite punctuation, an added level of difficulty. 

One thing I noticed though was I have been particularly unmotivated.  It was hard to focus on anything and I had to push myself to move into things which needed to be done – although sometimes I couldn’t even do that.   But the worst is when the mind starts making stories about all of that and creates the seeds for doubt.   Doubts about the path, the value of the things I have committed to, guiding principles, a bit of everything whenever I fell too deeply into it.

It is a bit like being in the eye of a hurricane.  The eye contains the lowest barometric pressure in the storm system but the edges of the eye are where the most powerful winds of the hurricane are.  Staying awake and aware helps to keep me in that center.  If I weaken I get drawn towards that eyewall and in danger of getting sucked into those stormy conditions.  Fortunately the winds themselves serve to shake me and awake me to turn back towards the center.

Understanding the mechanics of melancholy was very helpful.  That melancholy is an electro-magnetic-chemical phenomenon and it acts in a pulse – it is here and it is not.   It is a condition that has no content.  The knowledge helped to catch the emotions and stories and reactions towards their beginnings before they were able to get rooted.  But the ability, such as it is, to allow the melancholy to just be, to let it come in deeply, to keep an open heart and let it flow through, doesn’t come from the knowledge.  It is the practice of awareness that provided the conditions to be able to surrender to the process.   I obviously have a lot of work to do but looking back at previous winters and adverse conditions and punctuated melancholies and how I related to them shows me that I am on the spiral even though sometimes the doubts try to tell me I am going in circles or down dead-ends.  So I am grateful for all of the synchronicities that have led me to the place in space and time that allowed and supported this work.


Sitting here late at night, the work of the mind shows little signs of letting up on the pressure.  But just as I felt the glimmering of the melancholy in my tea meditations before it came on strong, I also feel the gentle wind hinting that it is now passing through.  As the experience reaches completion now perhaps I can see what it was all about and what shifted in my relationship with myself and rest of creation.



Friday, January 12, 2018

What Can You Do Without?

It takes so much tension and energy to hold on to anything, you don’t realize it until you let go. -  Ra Uru Hu

Your problem is you're... too busy holding onto your unworthiness. - Ram Dass


Eventually, you become wise enough to realize that you don't want that stuff inside of you.  It doesn’t matter who stimulates it.  It doesn’t matter what situation hits it.  It doesn’t matter whether it makes sense, or whether it seems fair or not.  Unfortunately, most of us are not that wise.  We’re really not trying to be free of our stuff; we’re trying to justify keeping it.  – Michael Singer, The Untethered Soul

Today was a good day to work.  Comfortable temperatures, no wind, no rain.   I worked until it was too dark to see much.  Mostly I spent that time hauling windfall off the land.   The firs shed a lot of branches when the wind blows.  Almost as prolific as the old pecan trees I had in Richardson.   I always compared them to my cats.  They shed all day long yet there is no observable loss on them. 

That made me think about simplicity and letting go.   My finances are challenging right now which added a piquancy to the contemplation.  Essentially it boiled down to the question, “What can you do without?”   The first take on that was probably in the physical realm.  Possessions, luxuries, toxic pleasures.  Or mental, what concepts, views, expectations, or perspectives can I let go off?  That no longer serves me.   Beyond that it gets a little trickier. 

I have always been a frugal person.  Some of that conditioning came from family.  We were not poor but with five kids in a small town you did pick up on ways to consume conservatively.  For example, when we had baked potatoes we cleaned the aluminum foil wrapping for the next time.  It wasn’t driven by ecological conservation as you see in these times.  It came from the context of their lives but it was conservation nonetheless.  All of my grandparents lived through the Depression and you could still see some of the imprinting from that experience.   One way that may have manifested is my tendency to re-use and re-purpose things.  I use what I find.

But there are also shadow aspects.  Part of it is fear driven.   Survival fears or the more basic fear of not really feeling safe in the world.  Watch how you spend your money because you don’t trust that the flow of money will always be there.  I could go on about different conditionings that could also feed into that.  But that it just speculation.  That is the dark side of frugality – the holding on out of fear.  Frugal is getting the most value out of your resources – it isn’t about being cheap or miserly.

In Gene Keys I have Key 23 in the Pearl Sphere of the Pearl Sequence – the Gift of Simplicity.   My tendency towards simplicity is much more than enforced limitations on resources.   It is reinforced throughout my design.  I don’t suppose there is anything wrong about complexity but simplicity is much more peaceful to me.  This path has led to a lot of letting go of things that were a part of the complexity of the Not-Self built up by conditioning for sixty years.  This emptying increasingly simplified my views and concepts actually to the point where it is rather scary at times. Seemingly down to just practice.  How far can I go?

What can I do without?




Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Are You Ready for the Country

The plant spirit told him “We can do nothing unless we are asked.”   Cavon remarked, “Leave it to a plant to come up with the understatement of the millennium.”  - Plant Spirit Medicine

Are you noisy with quiet times?  — Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic

Looking back at the threads of your life can be interesting.  But it can also be used medicinally.   I have seen variations of using this energetic approach and I am sure that there are many more that I have never heard of.  EFT’s Peace Procedure does this through acupressure.  The Awareness Techniques essentially does that but goes beyond the constraints of just this lifetime.   Recapitulation must work similarly as your move through your past history and allow the emotional charge to be released.  The Presence Process is similar. 

But as I was sitting in the gardens late this evening I got a rush and then my life growing up in the country came to the forefront.  I grew up in the backwoods of Missouri (from about 4 until I went to high school) and Oklahoma (high school) for most of my early life.  I remember the first place we lived was in Skunk Holler.   Later we moved to a 70-acre farm.  The last place was a 10 acre plot of land.   In all cases, the land abutted stretches of woods that ran through all of the lands.  I used to have a lot of imaginary adventures walking out in those woods for hours.  So for me living in the middle of woods and streams was just natural (I didn’t intend that pun). 

I have to admit that I don’t have an experience of awe being on the land.  I think part of that is that it is imprinted in me as the way things are.  I have probably had more awe experiences with the constructed environment. At the same time, when I moved to larger towns and cities, I enjoyed walking through the streets with similar satisfaction.  I have always seemed to have some sort of equanimity running through me around my environment.   Actually living where I do surrounded by beautiful land and trees and water (although still inside the City of Portland) I do get to experience a vastly different energetic atmosphere than I did in Dallas, for example.  I don’t doubt that and if I had my preferences, I would always live surrounded trees, rocks, water. 

The peace that is inherent where the earth is allowed to be undoubtedly reinforced the peace, the Still Mountain, that predominates my Design. “You can take the boy out of the country, but it is hell getting all the country out of the boy.”  I can live with that.