Tell me about the New World...

Ok,.. settle into your center...

The New World must be felt first,...

be real still...

I can feel the silence,.. and the sound vibration within it...

I can feel you reading this,.. Hi there.

You can feel me too,.. Yes,.. this moment you can feel me, my spirit.

The New World enables us to be connected at any time, from any place.

In this New World, vibration is a resource we are conscious of.

We have known it before as Empathy.

It is the ability to realize internally, what and how someone else is feeling in any moment.

I feel at peace now and truly honored to be having this conversation with you.

Can you read that? Can you feel the Truth of it?

The apparent time difference of my writing and you Now reading is inconsequential.

Nothing is lacking. We are connected. That is the intention.

This is the Truth.

So I am not alone nor are you, this moment,.. we are vibrationally together.

That makes me smile.

I want you to know how very precious you are.

I want to thank you for being here now in this vibrational space ,.. with me.

This is Love

Tahoem

Got a minute?

Nice to see you, friend.

But 'How' do I see you?

Ah, there is the rub...

Indeed, how I see you is more about

how fully I have realized Love

and the boundlessness of existence.

We look for one unifying truth.

Well, that's probably it,

Love and the boundlessness of it's existence.

However, what I have experienced has truly been

influenced by where I am standing in the moment.

And being what I am( this time around), ya know, that changes.

So, it seems there is another operating truth.

It has everything to do with our experiences

in this physical life and how we interpret them,..

how we feel them.

When I stand next to the beautiful yellow flowers and look up

I see a great tree. I become drawn upward by the bark

and inward through the cracks.

I feel the strength of being anchored to the Earth

and feel, even in my vertebrae, the movement up the trunk

as I burst into branches adorned with life giving leaves.

Now being the Tree, I look down at some yellow flowers

and their radiant display smiling up at me.

I admire their beauty and ponder their humility.

I, the Tree, become enamored and united with the flowers.

We are both humble and grand, anchored in the physical,

yet united in the conscious experience of the Eternal.

I realize,.. 'What is' in this moment...

And THAT, in the context of this Earth life, changes.

In the context of what unifies us eternally,

the Gift is always present in this moment, unchanging,

a bridge across two realities.

Beneath the Surface

I like being in your company.

I like the way you smell.

Makes me vibrant.

Beneath the surface,...

we are always in touch.

Return to Love

Return to Love...I waited patiently,

for my mind to stop talking.

I watched it flail and kick, pulling ideas and plans,

concepts and definitions from this dark and uncertain place...

I couldn't help it, as i watched, i felt Love and Compassion,..

for that part of myself that was trying so hard to make sense

of this time and place.

I invited her to be with us,.. in this Peace...

And so she stopped for a moment to realize

the pit she had cast herself in.

I watched a big grin grow on her face followed by

a familiar giggle...

So Here I am,

this moment united,

realizing Peace,..

feeling Lighter in Love.

Here DOG ereH

Well, this post was unintentional. If you can believe that. He is really cute. I was just putting flowers on draft posts and this cutie got my attention so I uploaded him and next thing he is on the blog. I don't know what to say except he looks to have lots of sincerity and Love in his eyes.

Medicinal Tea

Well I went to kayak on the Loxahatchee River.

I was blessed with these beautiful specimens.

I left many to continue to grow on the decaying fallen Oak Trees.

Remember these medicinal mushrooms have pores on the underside,

not gills.

Ganoderma...

Turkey Tail...

Cut into thin slices before they dry out and get too hard.

Place them in a boiling pot and boil,.. and boil,.. then simmer

for however long your feeling that groove.

The longer you boil and simmer the more potent.

Tea will be a beautiful golden brown.

Tastes like turpentine.

It's an acquired taste.

Makes your finger and toenails grow

stronger and longer,...

better to cleave with.

The River

Got my favorite kayak.
This gator is resting peacefully. I am not right now.
Hey Golden,

Found the perfect hallowed out tree,..

where we can have mushroom tea, one fine day.

Gentle Readers,

Well after spending a full day and a night with my Shadow,

I guess I have a few corrections to make.

Shadow has (in it's not so subtle way) enlightened me to

my , let me see how did she put it?,... Oh Yes, My '"Bliss Bubble,..

Light is so right,.. Pollyanna perfect side" AND has accurately stated

that level of denial shares office space with "The Liar"...

I foolishly ASSumed that the 'The Liar' was Shadows inheritance

but I wobble graciously corrected.

Apparently, 'the liar' aka 'Pollyanna' is a feature of Convenience

and that program can be borrowed and installed by Suzette

any ole time.

I was reminded ,EXPERIENTIALLY, last night that. in fact,

I DO NOT in my darkest hours ALWAYS

"feel the Golden Light as a hand on my shoulder or

a kiss on top of my head.",... Hhhhh....

"Is that good enough?"

"Fine I'll continue..."

Apparently, Shadow popped out shortly after my writing the last post

to "hold out a steady hand " to me so that I,.. sorry,..WE could walk in Truth.

Accordingly, I have been realigned and now realize that

The Golden Light and The Shadow

are NEUTRAL when I can resist coloring them

with my fanciful, dramatic ideas and stories.

In a consolatory moment Shadow agreed there is a place and time

for stories but warns the 'stories' are very powerful

and if left unchecked can be used to manipulate myself

and Humankind.

WE rightly agree,..."CUT",...I am aware that at this particular time

in the history of Humanity, it is imperative that we

examine our stories ( belief systems),

the ones we tell ourselves, the ones we tell others

and the ones we 'subscribe' to.

Note to self;

Scan for the unconscious ones as well.

Follow the feelings.

When we are elated or despondent

or numb we are NOT

in Neutral or at Peace.

Check the story, Suz.

Most important is not that we delight in stories

or resort to them but rather that we are able to recognize

when we are participating in one. Then we have a choice.

Then we can be Free.

The Golden Light

Once there was a Golden Light...

The first time I met it, I was very small.

It tickled my nose and made me sneeze.

I laughed at its playfulness.

It became my friend.

Yes, the Golden Light warmed my back

and lightened my mind.

It stood beside me through everything.

It even introduced me to my Shadow.

I remember that day of becoming aware of my Shadow.

"It is a blessed part of this Earth Walk." said the Light.

"When you look at and feel your Shadow you must shine our

Love and Compassion toward and through it.

You must be open to receiving the teaching of the Shadow.

It will show you where you are blocked and stuck.

Then and only then can you make a conscious choice

to accept the Shadows darkness,

love it especially and allow it to be,..

allow it to be..."

The Golden Light, I have come to feel,

even in my darkest hours,

as a hand on my shoulder or a kiss

on top of my head.

It steadies my spirit in turbulent seas.

It, again and again, illuminates my true path.

It points to my Shadow when I am lost and confused.

Then I remember to hold up a moment, to embrace it,

my precious little Shadow.

Ha Ha, Yeah, sometimes I have to pick it up

dust it off and take it by the hand,

consciously with me, along the sacred path of Life.

I have come to realize THIS is being 'Whole',

accepting and loving my Shadow too.

You know, lately it just keeps changing,

evolving, I guess, in its own way.

I don't see it as much these days

but I am now always ready, when it appears,

to hold out a steady hand,

so that together,

we can walk in balance,

the beauty way.

The Golden Light within, helped me to see,

one of the greatest gifts of walking in balance

is that now I am able to accept the sacred purpose

of the Shadow in others, my brothers and sisters.

Thus, I now feel and know in my Heart,

the divine alchemy

that can only be realized,

after a conscious walk

with the Shadow.

Oneness

I remember we were face to face, not long ago.

I followed my fingers as they traveled along your lips to your cheek.

They found their way down the slope of your nose and gently under your eye.

I looked intently at the flesh before me,... feeling I had become part of the texture,..

life pulsing through the tissue ,.. through the cells. I realized, being completely present,

that we were breathing the same breath and that our hearts were beating the same beat.

And my God , I no longer felt separate from you. I had the experience of Oneness...

When I remember that, I don't miss you,.. cause you are not gone.

You are right Here in my Heart,.. Body,.. and Soul,... Now and Eternally.

Good Night Love.

The Art of Making Fire

He taught us how to make fire,..

two pieces of wood rubbed together,..

falling apart into sawdust,

friction,... some heat generated.

The dust turns dark, then a tiny bit of smoke,

a sure sign something is happening.

He carefully takes the smoking sawdust coal

places it gently in the middle of soft kindling.

Then I watched him with great attention

give his own loving breath

to grow the flame.

Ambrosial Moments

" Boy,.. ? "

Why call out? There is no longer a doorway... It's closed now.
Left only to visit are murky reflections that haunt...
What's behind the eyes? It's the inner doorway i am being oriented to.
I linger in the passageway,..
the soft purrs at my cheek keeping me a bit longer.
Here on the surface, my minds reprieve...

" Go In..." What's inside beckons me once again.

I stepped through yesterday, for a moment...
I was in a line of cars, engines whining, combusting,..
colored lights,.. signals,.. agendas,... directing.
Then in a twinkling i went to a place where nothing matters.

I was in this quiet Infinite Space,... at Peace.

Then an old lady driving in front of me pulled slightly over
and stood with her Dog in the street.
I passed her carefully then looped back, concerned.
In a twinkling, she and her Dog were back in and driving away.

Maybe,.. I pondered, my moment of being the Infinite Space,
where nothing matters, .. rippled out to reach her
and her Dogs consciousness.
Perhaps for a moment they were there too,
arriving there as I left from there, to observe them...

And i thought,.. maybe we are most 'Current' when
immersed and united
in the Infinite Space, where nothing matters,..
where there is only Love.