God’s Peace

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As you were drawing your last breaths,

I made an altar on your body,

Stuffing your hands full with raisins.

You would have plenty to eat as you journeyed.

 

Your last breath, 3:54am

Another came 3 minutes later surprising me.

 

A spacious medical suite overlooking the bay,

We could see the hospital of your birth from our

window.

 

I sat in the dark, cross-legged

A high backed cushioned chair

Next to your bed

Listening for you.

 

I didn’t experience much

When I let go of my wanting to

I sensed you.

Quiet , dark and deep

To my right.

 

The months of sickness began to ebb,

I remembered

Who you really are

And why I softly fell in love.

 

Our connection was nurturing and sweet,

Quiet and deep.

It took me time to trust it.

 

As I sat in the dark,

I remembered how your presence calmed me.

The first time we cuddled,

Fully dressed,

We feel asleep in each other’s arms.

 

The first time I stepped into your home,

Higher up in the mountains,

Surrounded by tall trees,

Peace enveloped me.

 

I have many Jeffrey’s in my life.

“What number am I?,  you asked and I laughed.

Well, both wasbands have your name,

My son ‘s middle name is that,

My grandson is Jeffrey and

then our Atlantean spiritual brother too.

 

We called you Jeffrey the Sixth.

 

You have some weird pattern some have commented.

Jeffrey means  “God’s Peace”, I tell them.

This is what you are for me.

 

 

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An Eclipse’s teachings about Christ

An Eclipse’s teachings about Christ

On August 21st, I was at my sister’s cabin in the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina and all were grateful for an uncharacteristically clear day. Though I had originally planned to experience the eclipse from a music festival in Oregon, I had been led to fly east to be with my family.

Anticipation had been building for months and millions were staged across the diagonal swath of our country where totality could be viewed. Kayaking that morning on a huge lake we joined excited spectators who were camped along the shoreline and on the water for the event. I was heartened that multitudes had detached themselves from their terrestrial fascinations with sports and tumultuous political happenings and were focusing on a momentous cosmic event.

The moon’s courtship with the sun extended over hours, though totality would last for less than three minutes. My first inclination was to meditate indoors as totality approached but I found myself instead on a forested hill above the serene cabin with a clear line of sight. I wondered if darkness would descend that early afternoon with totality, but a surreal gray sepia enveloped our surroundings as crickets began their harmonious chirping. “This is disturbing,” my niece announced as our normal reality was mysteriously being rearranged. Gazing upwards with now naked eyes, we were spellbound. A solid black sphere, the moon, was surrounded by a mesmerizing halo of vibrant, dancing pure white light as if encircled by innumerable fast darting white fire flies. I had not researched the eclipse phenomena beforehand and was gratefully unprepared for what occurred next.

Some background information might help you comprehend my experience. There is growing awareness in spiritual circles of the ancient knowledge that the deepest level of existence is infinite, non-visible black light. Some traditions refer to it as the Void, Nothing, Beingness, Dark Light, or simply the Unmanifest. Even the mystics of common religions refer to this in their writings and I have heard it from Zen Buddhists and the Mexican Toltecs. This black light is the “Source of All” and not to be confused with the destructive psychological and emotional darkness caused by human repression. No, the Unmanifest is profound stillness, deep silence, the peace that surpasses all understanding and the source of all manifestations and infinite possibilities. Shamans access and use this power for regeneration, healing etc. However, most religions and spiritual paths focus on finding or realizing the visible spiritual light. Many overlook this dark light inside them since it is “no thing” or they may experience abject terror peering into eternal vastness.

A spiritually awakened man guided me to this awareness when I was in my twenties. When I looked within myself, I saw what appeared exactly the same as the clear night sky dotted with stars. Turning away, I screamed imagining I would disappear if I went into it. Interestingly, for many years now, I no longer see any stars or visible light in that blackness but find comfort as if being enveloped in a velvety soft black blanket. One shaman-friend reports seeing it as a dark purple black.

I refer to this deep inner reality as God/Goddess and some ancient cultures named it the “Great Womb” or “Mother.” Obviously on a physical level, humans and mammals are conceived, nourished and grown in the dark of the womb before these beings emerge into this outer realm of visible light. Women are known, for a variety of reasons, to have a spiritual advantage in being able to access this inner reality more easily than men.

Now, back to totality on that hill I was perched on. The celestial mating now complete, the moon began her leisurely slide to the left off the sun. Shockingly brilliant, absolutely pure translucent white light burst out at one o’clock on the black sphere. I gasped at the miracle before me and finally understood what the words the “Glory of God” meant. My awestruck educated niece uttered the astronomer’s label for the phenomena, “the diamond ring.”

Though I have studied the Course in Miracles intermittently for decades, I had never before understood how the Unmanifest or Black Light created us. The white light or Christ was born in a single burst and is the one and only “Child of God.” Light is genderless and that afternoon it struck obvious that the “Son of God” would more accurately be named the “Sun of God.” Jesus fully realized he was that light and referred to his Creator (the Unmanifest) as “His Father.” Now there was infinite black eternity and also pure white light but they are somehow inseparable.

How this single burst of white Light became the “10,000 things” is another tale. Our physical eyes perceive innumerable forms today- people, animals, birds, insects, trees, oceans, etc. But whether it is realized yet or not, everything contains the brilliant white light which some refer to as the Christ. The term Christ comes from a Greek word meaning the “Anointed One” which is one who remembers their divine origin. The man named Jesus Christ realized this fully and spent his life attempting to awaken others to this fact. When we remember we are immortal light and not primarily an impermanent body we are “saved” or enlightened. Other Christed beings have walked the Earth including Buddha, Krishna, Rama and Sita, and alive today are Eckhart Tolle, Adyashanti and the female hugging Indian guru Ammachi to name a few.

If you resonate with the great teacher and our powerful loving brother, Jesus, honor him. His entire existence is dedicated to helping us remember who we are. Everyone is the beautiful immortal Light of God/Goddess (Christ consciousness) though purification is often needed to become aware of it. Do you think you are primarily a body that is changing every moment? How depressing is identifying with a decaying form? You, as well as the rest of all physical forms, are made of light! A practical way to train yourself to remember who you really are is to begin to look past the physical forms of people, animals, objects etc. to the light of who they are. Each being you choose to see as light reminds you that you are light also! How cool is that?

What to do with any resentments, hard feelings or grievances you carry about yourself, others or the world? What to do with deep disappointments or judgments you may be addicted to that form the dark clouds blocking your sunlight? This year I have been learning about the stupendous power of true forgiveness. Not the world’s version of arrogant forgiveness that says, “I am better than you so I will bestow forgiveness on that awful thing you did.” Not the namby-pamby version that feigns holiness while suppressing anger or even murderous rage at what happened. True forgiveness accepts our human emotions and works through them until we realize we are all the same. As we forgive others we begin to undo our own shame and guilt about all the errors and mistakes we have also made. We learn to forgive ourselves more quickly. It is a purification practice that is a free ticket to inner peace and freedom. A enlightening book you can delve into is, “Radical Forgiveness” and I invite you to consider committing to a practical forgiveness practice in the coming year.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where Did My Little One Go?

Where Did My Little One Go?

Where did my little one go?

Intense struggling one moment, gone the next.

An empty body lies there,

My sweet one gratefully freed her Self.

 

Covered now with a clean brown towel,

Lying on her soft oversized cushion,

I drag the bed to my room,

Our pack together, our last night.

 

God never made this world of impermanence.

I am assured repeatedly Source loves us.

Would a caring God create a world of immeasurable pain and loss,

Where we lose everything we love?

 

No, my Creator is never cruel,

Eternal Gentleness, Eternal Life

Death unknown,

Our Source is pure Joy and Love.

 

Chichi is the brindled Chihuahua mix. She arrived in my life March 5th, 2010 from a shelter. When I bent down to connect with her for the first time I was surprised with a french-kiss and she was obviously destined to be mine! I realized quickly this little lover greeted most people in her intimate fashion. Foxee arrived six months later to provide Chichi a companion when I was working in the prenatal clinic or was serving overnight at the medical center. I hadn’t suspected July 4th, 2017 would be her independence day from an ailing body. She departed 11:28pm.

Photograph by Joy Porter of windingroadsimagery.com was taken on the sandy banks of the South Fork of the Yuba earlier in summer.

Wake Up!

Wake Up!

“Wake up,” inside nudges

A column of Dark Empty Light within.

Some fear such subtle things

They are Power True, they are my Home.

 

Spirit’s precious pre-dawn gift

I surrender to it,

Or maybe just focus

Remember it?

 

I sit on my dusky lavender pillow

A sick dog drugged sleeps at my side.

Soft light gently begins seeping in,

“Open your eyes,” the nudging whispers.

 

The trees are in love with me!

Quietly ecstatic she has awoken.

Sweetness dances,

I remember who they are!

 

The world would say a breeze

Moved their sensuous union,

Science not my God,

We know what is true.

 

July 4th, 2017. May all remember we are free.

Pale Moon of Honey

Pale Moon of Honey

A grief wave unbidden washes through,

Having been shared by a dear one’s wise heart.

Sorrow too much to bear on our own,

I reach for others to help carry this moist load.

 

Wending into the near night,

Amongst my ever present  friends- the tall trees,

Listening deeply to the gentle rustling forest through the wind,

Separation melts, we are one.

 

A full moon of pale honey bathes us all,

Sweet and quiet light soothes my open soul,

My sweetheart walks with me,

As promised not that long ago.

 

Today, June 7th is my partner’s birthday. When he was healthy and strong we often walked with our dogs in the forest where we live. As he lay in his hospital bed dying two days before his transition we shared a private moment undisturbed. With my grief-laden voice I asked, “Will you walk with the dogs and I?” He looked into my teary eyes and replied with one definite word, “Always”.

 

White Sand

f6zfrd5vmiflllhv0hkaWhite sand was all that remained.

Settled into the folds of that rock eddy,

Small flowers whirled away into the river,

I washed bits of ash into the spring snowmelt.

 

White sand.

If someone came by,

They would never know,

This was your last resting place on Earth.

 

Now you were rushing ecstatically,

Towards the Great Bay,

Towards the Golden Gate,

Headed for Home.

America, “Wake Up NOW!”

America, “Wake Up NOW!”

I know, I know
If you could go back you
would walk with Jesus
You would march with King
Maybe assassinate Hitler
At least hide Jews in your basement
It would all be clear to you
But people then, just like you
were baffled, had bills
to pay and children they didn’t
understand and they too
were so desperate for normalcy
they made anything normal
Even turning everything inside out
Even killing, and killing, and it’s easy
for turning the other cheek
to be looking the other way, for walking
to be talking, and they hid
in their houses
and watched it on television, when they had television,
and wrung their hands
or didn’t, and your hands
are just like theirs. Lined, permeable,
small, and you
would follow Caesar, and quote McCarthy, and Hoover, and you would want
to make Germany great again
Because you are afraid, and your
parents are sick, and your
job pays shit and where’s your
dignity? Just a little dignity and those kids sitting down in the highway,
and chaining themselves to
buildings, what’s their fucking problem? And that kid
That’s King. And this is Selma. And Berlin. And Jerusalem. And now
is when they need you to be brave.
Now
is when we need you to go back
and forget everything you know
and give up the things you’re chained to
and make it look so easy in your
grandkids’ history books (they should still have them, kinehora)
Now
is when it will all be clear to them.

—Danny Bryck

Posted with permission.  Thank you Danny.

Thank you to Joel Jody Curry who forwarded this to me.