high times

It is important for you all to focus on the frequency of that which you seek to create. You are moving into a time on the planet in which you are redefining yourselves and creating ways of interacting collectively that have previously not existed, not even in the high times of Atlantis or Lemuria. If you seek to use the past as a reference point you will limit your creations as the energy you are moving into has the potential to far surpass that of the past.
2014

Atlantis, the Antediluvian World

by Ignatius Donnelly

[1882]

reflections in trembling waters

visible spiral
spiritual viral
passing comet in the mirror

volatile passage

rummaging through the attic
of our second lives
the boxes of lies

pile up of plastic and bored
out of our minds

mind the turkey
mind the rabbit
they have a symbolic role

symbiotic hole

with the light here too
but tight all through

Wherefrom do all these worlds come?

They come from space. All beings arise from space, and into space they return: space is indeed their beginning, and space is their final end.

Chandogya

attract soul

Where there is creation there is progress. Where there is no creation there is no progress: know the nature of creation.
Where there is joy there is creation. Where there is no joy there is no creation: know the nature of joy.
Where there is the infinate there is joy. There is no joy in the finite.

Chandogya Upanishad

not what people here adore

Who sends the mind to wander afar? Who first drives life to start on its journey? Who impels us to utter these words? Who is the spirit behind the eye and the ear?

kena upanishad

messenger to the body

Samsara, the transmigration of life, takes place in one's mind. Let one therefore keep the mind pure, for what a man thinks that he becomes.

Maitri Upanishad

silver invisible

Quite alone here in the new, thought it would be refreshing but I want to go back. When I arrived here, yes it was relaxing for awhile and expansive, yet I am empty, less invigorated.

It seems like there's nobody here and nothing happening. Unless it is so new that I don't even know yet how to see or how to feel, or how to relate proper with the other residents? They must be around here somewhere, no I want to go back.

Following the life path and letting go; then I was taken, surrendered to the current. The river flowing, the weather harrowing, such a movement and a serenity.

Less involved with the pack, I keep alongside them from a distance, they are always lingering behind, caught in the far woods. I sleep alone under the stars, alert and observant, then invisible.

WWOOF is wonderful - Lhoosk'uz Dené Nation

consciousness of joy

Why? For the joy of creation. Why is there evil? For the joy of good arising from it. Why darkness? That light may shine the more. Why suffering? For the instruction of the soul and the joy of sacrifice. Why the infinate play of creation and evolution? For Anandam, pure joy.

- introduction to The Upanishads by Juan Mascaro

bedford 3

trance nation vodka
explanations
chatty and shallow
welcome break easy
ignorance refreshing extreme
state of allowing
non judgemental such freedom
not even fake even
loving clubs drunk left
behind europe tiny
crank eyes wide
here open state
cotton and cranberries

bedford 2

outward and inward
the environment becomes the mindstate

spacious, blue water, heatwave

extended daily lush living

space in the head, stretched out suburbia
little appartments are huge with the ensuite bathrooms

trucks like tanks
different moral landscape than I am used to

churches all over
diners and drive

sexual undercurrents and why not?
no hang-ups
lesbian gang tattoo

blatant but blessed
vibes I want to comprehend
simple

underneath that burning sun

bedford

skip out brother
spring art hottie

drink coffee

sleep book dance
more inhale love

light smoke job

night roommate

mostly new

Travels have led me to places, all over the world there were spaces where I needed to be, often not consciously doing anything specific but on other levels I was doing my part, raising, healing and completing. After the months of intense activity I am mostly new now; I left mary, I drove on them Texas highways for a time, all new faces. Good to know there is a peace always, god to know there is an ease and a breeze of someone that has secure knowledge of self. The chatter of demons left the airways and I am listening to the silence with much rest, angels gather now with sublime grace to usher me on, yes all will come round to me, no fighting. Believing is seeing, not the other way around, I am ready to live with honour for there is no haste and there is no waste. Human race, we are not all here yet but some are and it is good, just wait. The walls crumble down, the crashing castles of the patriarchy; in the night the lone horn has found a mate.