Shame on you
you dry canals
you fearers of truth
you forbid the very essence of divinity
whilst in the same sentence condemned
and hid
the truth
of our greater being.

Some books
forbidden.
Long since the Master
had come and gone.
Who made you the expert on the divine cosmic
you whose waters were imaginary
entirely fabricated
and guessed?
Liars
fakirs
fearsome of the wholesome truth of your being
you stripped a promising tradition
of its true power
and sent the Master's words into oblivion.

You hid half the divine under a bushel
she is just now emerging
for it is time.
Your high morality
imagined
created
showed at least
that belief
has its own power
which is why we must be careful of the gods we choose
for they will reinforce each other.
The imagination is just that powerful
all the more reason not to go astray.

Today the tide begins to turn.
Time to move with the tides.
Your centuries of hate and killing is enough.
Your power was entwined with hate
and your hands are bloodied,
hands that belong to each of us assuredly.
It is time to step aside
catch your breath
and consider there is another way.
Let the master in all of us step forward now
for it is time.
Time to learn that what was held heretical
is now suddenly sacred.
Back to what it once was.

What Cannot Be Spoken

As I align to HIM
I feel you
deeper
stronger.
more present
The truth of this
shimmers in the moment
as I round corners
faster
seeking it
every breath a reunion
as every pulse of its being
mirrors the multiverse
as awash we are
in locks and keys
each particle of our being
unleashing an infinite possibility
as the secret
the alchemy
is worked
and energy is released
and one more great lesson is experienced
in the moment
as the compass of certainty
turns us round the inevitability
of our becoming
and the certainty
becomes its own end
without an end.

I shall hold you
in this purposeful embrace
as secrets move
wordlessly
between us
as lips
sealed
but hearts wide open
speak of an unbelievable truth
felt as bliss
known as the love we have inside
love is all there is
after all
as end meets end
and the dawn of beginnings
rises
like the sun
scattering stars
in the lost night of soul

In The Lost Night of Souls

Creatures of habit
curled up
night after night
never realizing
other ways are possible
and then one the possible ceases being
as we lock into postures
We get lost in slumber
as waking becomes a heresy,
unaware there is more.

There is an infinity of more.

We lock into movements that dictate
and suggest
the way forward
we cease questioning
but accept
saying
"this is the way its always been"
and so with a nod, its so
as the peasant cries "tradition!"
and we go on without examination
or thought of how it could be different.

Brittle.
Leave it to the trees and deadwood
so as the winds of change blow
these sticks and stems of our being
release and let go
of that which never served us.

Bending.
We discover the audacious truth
that there is something more awaiting us
we do not need to die
to experience heaven.
That state is ready for us
when we move the earth from us
and reveal the inner woman and man
like a vapor thin robe is removed
ready for the next chapter
as the Collective unfolds
within us.

Happy and content
I turn and roll in the lost night
of souls
as I find you
and take you into this great world of abandon
whose path cannot be found in this world
but whose course is certain,
knowable,
destined.

Each one of us,
dreaming
will bring the world awake
as water wears away the stone
as every drop can be felt
and deserts moved
continents ripped
with the gentle sway of time
and relentless pressure.
We shall dream this world awake
and in Waking
show the way to that Dreaming
once again.

Beyond your own parched lands
waters move and awaken you
bringing you to a bright moment
of possibility.

Your illusions will drop
as the weight is more than you care to bear.
You will see that everything you were invested in
never paid back with the returns you had hoped.
You will ask where you went wrong.
You will ask and wonder
but until you speak with the voice of the All
will the All return its answer
as it takes you as its lover
its beloved possible child
as it whispers its secrets
deep into you.
This journey is yours
as it is mine
and every other.
I would not rob you of it
by telling too much.

The path is love and forgiveness
not hate and punishment.
Never did these tools bear good fruit
even if we wished it fervently at the time.

I love you beyond your illusion.
I love you beyond the lies your little self tells you
that serve to keep you tangled in your web of self deception.
Even as you curse me
shall I love you
till the end of this and every age.

For as bad as things may seem
within me lies a river
boundless and deep
the love within me cannot nor will not be destroyed
or limited
or attenuated.
Only in illusion does it seem this way.

For now, I bid you farewell
as our waters turn a distinct color
from the other.
For now you go into this illusory world
built from within you
that hides the depth and strength
and breadth
of what I am
and cheats you of your larger truth.

I cannot walk your path
that world no longer exists for me
and I know its very real for you
but I cannot be a slave to such pain and anguish
loss
and hopelesness.
The All never robbed itself more of itself than in places like these
but it parts of it must
before tasting the wellspring of its being
as sweet
and everlasting.

Beloved awakening
beloved wakefulness
become the ressurection
of the flesh
into a second life
a new life.
And when that day comes
my waters shall recognize yours, finally.
However long that takes
will be half as long as love will provide.

While you are exiled in that dark prison
I shall remain bound by the promise of the water of spirit
and I will sing to your spirit
while you sleep
as the one great Truth
leaks deep into you
undeniable
its weight becomes too strong
when we weaken from its lack of truth
and strengthen in different ways.

You must be brave.
And I know you are
will be
to ask the big questions
to consider that beyond ego
and malice
that there is a world so brilliant
and wonderful
you will wonder why it took you so long
to get there as you lay your burden down.
Until then, I wish you strength for your days ahead
and my boundless love
which is me
and the universe.

What Wakes Me

Nothing is wasted.
Everything is used.
Within what you might see
as chaos
is design
and elegance
and efficiency.

The way of the All
is to turn all that has been
into what will be
and even shadow
will stand shining
transformed into something remarkable
even if I do not know its path to such change.

Our lower selves
were not married to the higher
but this part is an engine
for vast energy
which when hitched to the triadic self
of reptile
mammal
and primate
as these parts merge and flow evenly together
as kundalini helps reveal the larger scope and purpose
you will see
all parts of the buffalo are used
every bone
tendon
hair and fiber
and as we move upwards
in our ascension
we will take those lowly portions
as part of a new self.
Nothing will be forgotten
nothing subsumed
but understood better
as we get our act together
utilizing a choreography of self
that is entirely healthy and straightforward
while also subtle
nuanced
and passionate.

I used to think
the shadow gets recycled
and perhaps it does
but I suspect
it gets transformed
by connecting to its larger self
your ascended self
as it learns its larger purpose
after having been disconnected from it for so long.

Consider
that the shadow
was only shadow
because it never was incorporated
into the larger self
but allowed to roam free
alone.
Now, unified
connected
it is part of a shimmer world of possibility
and its context changes...

The lower self takes on new meaning
nuanced
and overt,
ready to be bridled to the tasks ahead.
Everything is divine ultimately
if given the chance
for ALL
was made by the All.

What Will You Find?

What will you find
when all layers are removed
as the Essential self rises
and floods you with a feeling I can't even begin to describe.

What will you be?

You will be YOU.
You will be the YOU
you have been waiting for.
Why wait you ask?
It was a journey
and now its being spread
and said
that this waiting has been fulfilled
and the way forward is to let drop
what surrounds us.
No struggles
nor conflicts
simply letting go
and transforming your energetic self
and all that it attracts
bears
and creates.

The method is simple; there is none
The guru is simple; there is none
the teacher is simple; its inside of you
all knowing can be tapped
not egoically
but simply
childlike
filled with love
and affection
for what lies in wait.

This process can be very hard
as the shadow self
and the lower self
seek to hold on to old habits
and remain in a position that no longer serves us.
It is then that the shadow side of our nature flares
and its chemical marker adrenaline
shoots up the torso to the heart
causing it to beat faster
as it follows the choreography of fear.
In the midst of great gripping fear
we must find peace
and let go.

By working through this
person by person
we make the pathway easier
as the 100th monkey
ushers in the millions
and our world undergoes a rapid evolutionary shift
as the word kundalini is upon everyone's lips.
Fad or not
trendy or no,
kundalini
divine spirit
remains
and guides our movement through evolution.

I am here to help make it easier
in my own humble way.
I cannot prescribe medicine
but the prescription I give is true
and good.
We must find our way through this wood
and as we do
bring humanity out of the darkness
and into the light
one at a time
lovingly and compassionately.

The Great Mirror

This experience touches the infinite
our larger selves far in what we would call the future
but which is in truth outside of time
and entirely unbounded.

Kundalini awakens the larger scales of our being
unlocking us
level by level.
There is no end to the levels
no end to where we can transport ourselves.
The soul silent and still
yet moving and creating boundlessly
projecting itself out into the world of "form"
builds itself
like a sweet essence wafting off us.

Feminine and Masculine spiral upwards
criss crossing, enfolding,
your orientation matters not
for the All reflects back perfectly
You
your desire
your hopes
dreams
and even fears.

The mirror is so wide as to envelope the world
there is nothing that does not fit
or cant be contained.
Every view
every dogma
perfectly reflected.
This mirror
which contains everything
can reflect anything
so that any truth you present
can be found shimmering on its surface.

No matter from where you come
it brings you in.
There is no love that it cannot contain.
Sometimes I wonder if the very act of projecting
creates this mirror
but whatever the case
it will allow you to create as you most need
bringing you the perfect thing for the place you are
the person you are
and the dreams you dream
until you change those dreams
or what you are inside
and even then
the mirror will bring you what you ask for
in perfect timing.

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"Take this message to my brother
you will find him everywhere"

--Doobie Brothers "Takin' It To The Streets"



To find the Essential Self
means
stripping yourself bare
of what you think
is necessary.
All arguments cease
attachments drop
not because you do not care
not because suffering does not move you
or that you do not want to remain engaged
but that the way we engage here
is a false sense of engagement that clouds the Essential Self.
We engage falsely, not truly, not selflessly, which is the face of the All.
We fix a problem not because we wish to free someone
but because we were once not free--
because we never let go of that outcome
and that attachment occupies energy in our field
we continue to hold to this
as we live our attachment through others
making invisible contracts that are entirely binding
and that big ball of karma rolls
engaging others as it makes its way through the world.

You will see the light of souls flying free from this ball
dissapearing entirely from view
their frequency changing instantly
the moment they have let go
as this world is seen for what it is
the school house it has always been
the lever
against our attachment
for the infinite self
earthbound
learning to come into union
connected
uniform
at peace
and in love with itself
whose Great Secret
is that it is the All.

You are the All
seeking to know itself
your primal essential energy
moves up through you
from foot to crown
as masculine aspect unifies with the feminine
and the feminine with masculine all at once
both coaxing
cajoling
as the two are made into a third
the Child
of our Greater Becoming
and the path to our king and queendom.
You are not limited
but boundless
powerful
but without the drive toward mind and ego
utilizing your brilliant mind
and powerful sense of self
but not a slave to its need---
healed of it
and awakened by your Essential Self.
You wont be a God or Goddess as long as you think
its a heresy
you will sit in the silence
of not knowing
until you wake up to knowing.
Its not this or that.
It is ALL of THAT.
And this is your heritage
what you are waking up to
and more.

So as the sparks fly off this giant ball
you realize that its possible
not probable
but entirely likely
that we all here will
at some point dissolve all of this silence
to hear the music
to feel the passion
and wake up to the fact that our universe
personal and collective
trembles
vibrates
with passionate yearning
and it is THIS
more than anything else
that propels new worlds of possibility forward
as we
children of the first second third tenth, thousandth wave
go on to create as the undeniable wave
of the All moves through us
peering out through us
as we are removed from illusion
and into levels of union you can scarcely believe.

This is how worlds are healed
re-creates
how the Creation finds itself
particle by particle
wave upon wave
like a lover finding its beloved
folding
enfolding
bursting out
dripping
flashing
evolving
growing
building in dimension
and awareness...

Just let go
let it all go
and as you do
your love will not lessen
nor will you be subsumed in some larger self
but know yourself
as Enlarged
Enhanced
in dimensions that will take your breath away.
You will be turned into the cosmic lover
you always were
slumbering amidst that truth.
Your Essential Self was simply waiting for you to wake up to
as you came flying off that big ball
your life changed utterly
and forever.

The Secret Path

How do I tell the world
that we love through intention?
How do we love beyond this form?
What is the means by which we love?

Everything resolves into energy
everything is supported by it
through it
because of it.
There is not rule,
no method
nothing you need to know
except to be true
and real
and the miracle of it will emerge
because consciousness creates more of itself
and so simple it is to create a method that works
if you believe in it enough
just don't make religions based on the method
or forget
its all about intent.

So when I move my hand across you
even from thousands of miles away
all I do is think of your energy body
your physical body
the place where they intersect
and feel into that....
and as I do I can locate you
regardless of where you are
and feel deeply into your field
you smile and look at me
as eddies of bliss rise up around you
as you show me
you can barely stand it
but you manage a smile and say
its the essence that is me
the essence that is you
the essence that combines
to make our Triad
that is our individual beings joined
and no method is necessary
you say
just being true
and real.
The rest, we are designed to know,
and recognize.

So the method is magic
for we are that magic
the reason why we have been killed in the past
and are here now to forgive and forget
creating now
driving now
a spiritual renaissance
as we bring the sacred feminine forward
where she belongs
as her presence calms her Him
heals
and awakens him to whole new levels
as he shows Her what his divine Essence can do
by simply being Present.

First you feel yourself
free your heart
and let the love flow
not a thought of love
but the very pulse of love
that has scared popes and the pious
for its power
which was in truth beyond all of them
but well within reach of each of us
for those content without the control
content to let it lead.

When it does lead
your hands will move
and you will watch
and feel into it
a willing participant
it will lead you
becoming part of you
but will lead you beyond it
if you are willing.
It is so simple to simply be...

Grasp

Come
come to me
let me grasp hold of you
let the firmness of my grasp
tell you
what it needs to
as it releases within you
the desperate intensity
to pull
to release
to awaken
and build within
worlds
turning and twisting
children of divine passion
the world pulses with this
just as it awakens
slowly
person by person
it pulls away the clothing
that we have put on
karmas
cloth-like
have insulated us from FEELING
and our divine Being.
So close
how far.


Now come,
come here
so I might hold you fast and firm
so that you may feel the warmth of my touch
the warmth of my intention
which is to seed your universe
your Great Ineffable Mystery
stirred by something deep
something which knows where She Begins
which is where he ends
and where she ends
is his beginning
and is the secret to our becoming
in this new age
as we awaken to our dual selves
never truly alone
cosmic
we awaken
resolving triadic
our counterparts flow one into the other
and births the Third,
resolving paradox
into a simple view
expressed in all of its complexity.

Let the Christ, the Third, return to the earth.
Let stop injustice
let begin the fair-hearted ways we have been waiting for.....

But before that the Father and Mother both
at peace
and remembering
why they came here
looming large
in our mythos
as we melt into its created loop
where creator becomes created
the created becomes creator
we awaken to our holy selves
free from the stamp of appropriation
of those more righteous and knowledgeable than we....
(we have always known)




So come here
my goddess self
I have seen you turn and revolve within me
beyond all karma
beyond all entanglements
all these lifetimes
the Great Wheel
Turning
karma's
Burning
the grip of my intention
intensely holds
as I bring every aspect
I can
into the moment
a buck in the wood
the boy alive and golden
dreaming of a maiden
he would someday become one with
and awaken that he was as one with...
the wind in the tree tops
water flowing below
feet slipping on moss covered roots
the gravity letting go
bodies slipping into heaven
as he slips into you
beyond and within
within and beyond
within and without
there is nowhere I go
that is not me
that is not you
how can this be?

Some aspect
some ancient spark
resides in you and me
that is bound up within heaven
a Gift of the original Source
and has as its infinite self
a knowing
that permeates every cell
every aspect
ever breath
and every moment ever lived
ever been
bringing clarity
gnosis
a knowingness
that has led us
incrementally to the Logos
but one
that was never writ
which we write
upon our hearts
and this age
that we will not forget
but remember.

Forgetting was the way of the past
now we remember why we came here
each in our own time
as the waves come lapping
lapping
at you
begs you
let go
as your soul is seeded
by your masculine
and your feminine
healed
gentled
brought together
for the reason
Reason
He pulls her close
reminds her
how her inner fire could burn
and she reminds him
all that he forgot
that is in her
the heavens roll and turn
as the winds of forever
push into us an awakening
of our dual selves
brought together
One
by the Christed
Unity Consciousness
ready to break the chains of
the self made oppression
dogmas
agendas
all born out of the rift
the fracture
the break
we all made
children we are
building a house of cards
laughing as we knock down such sacred edifices...
so that we might mend
and return
and turn golden and blue
as yin and yang
surges through us
a flow unimaginable.

We are being prepared
for limitlessness---
it asks us
are we ready
at each scale
a new level
a new harmonic
Let the old arguments go
they cannot ride this train...
the train is in the station
time to go
come lets go
just let it drop
no baggage at this stop
no it wont fit into this next world
that we have crafted for ourselves.
Naked
but warm and gentled by the knowing
that we are returning to a new garden.

We are the new breed
burgeoning the infinite
in each other
reminding
what lies in the other
yet expresses singularly
differently
whole in its own way.
Bound up in this cosmic family
turning and revolving
opening
awakening
and remembering
letting this moment pass
as our hands mold a new future
its in our hands
our collective Dream
it is We who dream it.
it is we who make it.
At these levels
the mirror is simply the means to an end
but just as we are they
the mirror is our creation
a way to create the universe....

II.


So come, slow yourself
I need to grasp you
all around me
as your infinite self
awakens
within me
is awakened by my presence
as mine is stirred by you
and who knows you as the One
who has always been
but one that is both forged in the moment of Knowing
as well as that which has always been...a merging of the finite
with the infinite.
So singular has been this
it has rested within like a half remembered dream
somewhere somewhere out there she lives
but she was nowhere
that I was not
she was an aspect of me
pulled apart in a beginning of beginnings
back before this cycle began
before then
but outside of time
so still and paradoxical to recall
you grew around me
and me around you
until one growing aspect split from the other
it did not seem hurtful
but could have contained agony
for my remembering
awakens in increments as I am ready.
We have each turned around this globe
this wheel in opposite directions
with opposing energies
as we wound
snake-like
through the world
ready for the divine union
that would come
as we served that part of us
mirrored within the All
the All of you
The All of me
turning and becoming
as we move to the next cycle
the next great chakra
in a still larger body
turning cosmic
endless
just as this love
knowing no bounds
it is ours to discover
and Be.

Across These Seas

I have climbed across landscapes
through worlds we have a hand in making
whose illusions
golden
have stood up and walked Lazarus-like
and wound their way around us
confounding us
but in the end
were only our creations
and as land gave way to sea,
in the new moon of this age
I sought
on boats
to find you
only to discover you were not somewhere far
but very near
rocking beneath me
the water surging all around
begging me
awaken,
I am not a destination
but the other side of what you are,
remember
remember
remember
remember me.
I awaken with your words upon my lips
as it is mine to understand
as the age old hurts are dropped
and all that they mirror
all of the love's gained and lost
gathered by karma
released by its absence
awakened by a new emergent Way

There wasn't a journey
that could carry me
nor a sense of what love could bring
when I let go
of all that hung around me
and this ocean blue
that contained you.

I traveled far
looking for you
but the true
wound around me
like such certainties
yet I refused to see
you were there all along
within me

There never was a There
that was not first within us.
There never was an authority
who made all the rules
not one that was not first initiated by us.
Never did another chain nor kill nor harm
that we did not first contain within ourselves.

Stopping the clock is what this age brings
as the age comes to a close
and Soul comes back to the edge of what is real
and what is created.
Together we mend the rift between creator and created
between masculine and feminine
between this deep hurt
that has rippled out across this universe
and the other side of us which
fills every jewelry box
every corporation
every heart
and car
and heart attack.
We breathe in
We breathe out
we send it out
we take it back.

Reclaim
reel it in
bring it back
the age is consumed
and understood for all that it sought to bring
on to the next
as Hyena's teeth gleams like stars under the night sky...
so that we might bring a rennaissance to bear
after flirting with death
we choose a larger life than ever dreamed
look the other way
and we will dream the dream
and bring back all that which was forgot
or hidden.

She returns as the great gift of this age
as lovers we
enjoin in this ancient ritual of realization
Creation
folding over onto itself
dream ourselves awake
as we realize we are dreamer
and dreamed.