Close to my heart
|Posted on October 13, 2021 at 3:30 AM||comments (1)|
The most valuable tome
of the alchemist
is the body itself,
it is the ability to be malleable,
to be influenced...
not by others...
but by the nature of things,
the ebb and flow
of the elusive golden currents,
the frequencies of unseen light
that weave throughout the mind
of one sincere to alchemy.
towards a directive
of unknown end.
Devoted to a purity
and the integrity
An instrument of the divine.
to the emptiness of thought
that allows the divine
to animate the directive...
So that a sacred purpose
and rarely in forethought.
|Posted on October 16, 2019 at 12:40 PM||comments (0)|
All the those incredible strengths
you thought you lost in the rumble of your undoing
are being cleaned and cleared
of trauma and wounding.
They will be reassembled within you whole and healed
and more powerful than you can conceive.
A 5-D version of yourself,
that you have yet to remember,
is gently awaiting your arrival outside of time.
There is a path you laid
before your imagined beginning
that leads you there.
Keep breaking... disintegrate, lose every story
you’ve built of the world.
As the walls under the walls crumble
you will find the expanse of universe within you.
Trust your heartlight to ferry you
across the threshold of time.
|Posted on November 3, 2018 at 9:38 AM||comments (0)|
Pondering the idea of time as a torus.
The center being the present,
and rather than moving through time,
time moves through us.
An infinite number of probable futures moving towards us
as a wave
consolidating into matter
via unconscious attachment
to imprinting, gene expression, memory etc.
into an observed now
and in the same now
into a wave
becoming an infinite number of pasts.
Our decisions and interactions with the world
self select and condense the past into what comes back around
presenting as future
that impacts the now
over and over and over.
Which creates the fractal patterns of our lives.
This underscores that we are constantly manifesting our lives whether or not we are consciously aware.
|Posted on August 11, 2018 at 10:50 AM||comments (0)|
Maybe love is so expansive
that time gets soft and transparent...
That in that delirious
of the universe
the atoms around you
approach a still point,
matter releases it’s tension...
and that expanse is what feels
where you are.
|Posted on June 16, 2018 at 7:08 PM||comments (0)|
Ask your heart to reveal to you the secrets of the universe.
The head has no clue,
it is puny and rigid and far too dedicated to itself to understand.
It argues duality versus non-duality.
It cannot comprehend that they not
only exist both at once, both true
and not true, but so much more.
Ones and zeros popping in and out of existence together,
apart, in the past and/or the present and/or the future and/or side universes
and little black holes and tiny pocket universes compartmentalising space-time
running in loops regurgitating a particular past, a particular future into the now.
Even this is just a brain making words of it. Really it must be felt.
The brain may be able to access higher dimensions but your heart
when open accesses infinity. Breath through your heart and ask it your questions.
You will fall to your knees in wonderment. Even then as you feel it is all too much,
so much you might disappear, so much you might become everything at once,
even then you have only peeked through a pinhole.
|Posted on March 3, 2018 at 10:20 PM||comments (3)|
Somewhere in my depths,
I felt the ego threatened by our inherent connection,
dragging the ill-equiped inner child into the light,
using her innocence and naïvety
to sabotage the potential.
Using her to serve ego's deep desire to be
the sole influencer of the self. Always afraid of being
the odd one out,
the third wheel to our soul and self.
The ultimate compliment it could give you is that you threaten it's existence.
Our inner children only know the shadows of Plato's cave. Fairy tale connections, ancient stories carved into the walls of our DNA.
The child fantasised knightly attributes that she cast on to you. When your movements didn't match her hero's promised unfolding,
the secret villain of every story, grasped her disappointment with revelry,
certain it could be mixed into the caves fire,
the alchemical ingredient to the undoing.
Ego stoked the flames into shadow-driven dances that fearfully played out on the walls... abandonment, unworthiness, rejection.
Gripped by the shadows and the portended death of yet another champion, she was unaware that it was her face, always her face, hidden within the armoured figure she sought. The clues etched deep into the gilded metal are a catalog of narratives depicting the heroine's journey. This engraved mural, beautifully traversing the sabatons to the bascinet, is a pictorial guide of proverbial dragons slain, all with her as the central figure.
Her "imagined you"
becomes a window into my wounds,
the physical you,
a fleshy backdrop for an ego's projections.
I hold her close, I lift, I clear, I analyse,
I lift, clear, analyse some more.
I feel a chill of metal pass over my cheek as my gauntlet caresses her tears.
Her story's arc resets...
we live to love another day.
The you that is your soul,
a hero in your own right,
is rebirthed from the ashes
with the promise of a potent fable to emerge,
lessons earned by our souls and inner children, always the mirrors, always the teachers.
|Posted on January 24, 2018 at 6:23 PM||comments (0)|
The people who have peeked through the pinhole
to the secrets of the universe
discover there is nothing to fix,
nothing to change.
They experience a peace,
a grounded understanding
that cannot be conceived
until it can be.
These people hold you where you are,
you feel perfect and whole and loved.
Loved as if you've seen the secrets with them,
because they know somewhere inside us all
they are there to be rediscovered.
To be re-awoken.
There is nothing to teach me
and everything I want to learn from them.
This is the higher dimension beyond space and time
that calls me home to remember the truer truths.
It is the other side of suffering
It is the perfection of chaos and the bliss of oneness.
Although I journey there,
a truer truth is that I am there
and it's only the reawakening
that is called forth in me.
|Posted on October 28, 2017 at 12:09 AM||comments (0)|
Gratitude, to me, is not about being blind to the pain in the world, it about being mindful about the beauty.
Exercising my eyes and ears and heart to notice the gorgeous events unfolding around me.
|Posted on September 15, 2017 at 2:14 AM||comments (0)|
I am... whole, I am... broken
I am... suffering, I am... bliss
I am... everything, I am... nothing
I am... human, I am... spirit
I am... singular, I am... all that is
This is the universe
Breathing in... Breathing out...
You ARE the universe breathing.
Don't dismiss the inhale,
don't fight the exhale.
To deny the dichotomy is tantamount to holding the breath of the divine flowing through you. Surrendering to the rhythm, is to bring the breath in sync with all that is.
Whether you're consciously aware or not you are infinitely lassoing light waves and manifesting them into particles, into being, with simple intention. Begin to flow with the tragedy and ecstasy, all the fullness and the emptiness that is your spirit embodied.
The breath is synchronicity, and you'll find this is where you can begin to effortlessly tap into your divine Grace. This is where all forms of magic and miracles happen.
Remember all that you are
|Posted on November 18, 2014 at 6:45 PM||comments (0)|
Hello beautiful souls!
I have come out the other side of cancer treatment having cleared out and transformed all kinds of old patterns and crude. A true spiritual journey. I still have a few medical things to sort but I wanted to stop in and thank you all for continuing to visit and share this site. I hope to be shaking up my life this coming year with many new adventures. Looking for fellow tribe mates to collaborate with and ways to give you more direct access to me. Also searching for a base camp in the US to begin to expand workshops to North Americca and Europe.
I hope this message finds you well. I'd love to hear from you.