What Bears Heaven To Earth

When I awoke I awoke to a world I had always known but had expanded to include an awareness of the inside of things....a secret world that I had known about for a very long time and yet, for specific reasons, its full volume had not been raised in my awareness.

Before I begin let me say that I think that as humans we think we know much yet if we knew the vast store yet to be known I think it would absolutely humble us....for as we consider that lifeforms that have no nervous system, like plants, do not nor cannot feel, I find this so amazing now to consider that it seems almost silly to consider.  We assume that higher life must be ordered a certain way and only those who change their environment the most are somehow the superior ones.  If you could step for five minutes into the worlds I have seen, you would know just how silly all of this is....that consciousness does not come about from the vehicle it rises out of or because of, but rather because OF consciousness and that this same consciousness makes a very willful choice to BECOME what it must in order to experience the vastness that consciousness has lain before it.....and this includes stars, atoms, planets, rocks and dew drops as well as bacteria, flies, fir trees and grasses and flowers and orangutans, ancient flighted birds, races of humanoids now long gone from the face of the earth and our own species.  Fish and birds, mammals, insects, plants, spores, molds, lichen.  All of it is experiencing a vital form of fulfillment here and who are we to say what is better or somehow superior?  There is so much you could learn from the dance of subatomic particles....perhaps the entire secret wrapped in reality!  And certainly there is far more to mere physical observation, but an energetic form of observation that can lead you beyond your own locality and merge you into vast swarms of experience and knowing.  All of this sounds kooky and crazy perhaps to some, and yet those who have awakened all speak of similar things.  It is so because they are tapping an inner sensory world that most who are so focused on the sensory world (through the gross five senses) entirely miss.  But I assure you that there is another dimension of sensory experience every bit as rich and alive as the one that bring you the dew upon a leaf or a rainbow in the sky.  Because it is energetically based, it touched upon nonlocallity, and it is this nonlocal nature of energy that is huge.

For our fleet-footed kind, the way of bringing this rich energetic world into the earth is through a field of energy that surrounds all living things.  For us, humans, this energy field is much the same as the field that surround the earth.  For the earth, it is being generated by iron rich magma that sets up a strong electromagnetic field.  This protects the earth, thankfully, from the scouring effect of cosmic rays.  Humans have something very similar, a field that is generated from the circulation of iron rich blood in the body.  Perhaps weaker in some respects, but it is out of this field that the human aura can be glimpsed as information that is connected in the neurocircuitry is radiated outward and can be read or picked up on.  This is the domain of the nonphysical senses since the eyes cannot see into this vibration of "light" or energy radiation, but the brain is dutiful in putting it into a "slot" within itself as a way to translate very real and vivid information flowing in.  The difference for some is being able to still the mind enough to no longer filter out the information.  once you do or can, this world can unfold before you and the interesting thing is just how simple the process is.  Perhaps too simple for the rational mind to take hold of and grasp.  Like two wires sitting side by side that leak some radiant energy around itself and is picked up as a bleed through, so too does the nerves in the body and the cells pick up on the energy around it.  We swim in it.  It is part of our own circuitry and what we are.  There is ample evidence for this world if you just know how to look.  It is what you are.

The awareness of energy brings a dizzying sense of pleasure, joy, and bliss.  This is what happens when the soul awakens to itself, when the mind is less cluttered and less divided within itself.  But when awakening does happen, a new world bursts forth, seemingly new, onto the stage of awareness.  It has been there all along and now it is dawning on you, in you, for you.  The aspects within that caused this awareness to be divided now fall away as the engine of stronger energetic awareness now moves in you.  You see things you never saw before.  You feel things you never felt before.  The lights are brighter, the tastes seem more vivid, and life takes on a look that it didn't seem to have before.  This is "heaven" being born to earth.  This is the subtle world now no longer subtle.

There are endless methods and techniques for how to get to this place, but everything I have seen is erasing what divides you is the singular key to awakening, no matter what it is that has happened. As a result of this, you can awaken without having had NAY practice.  Currently there is a yoga craze, and I think this is good.  Yoga is very good for you, but if yoga worked to awaken people, there would be millions more who would be awakened.  No, it is far simpler than this, so simple in fact that it is so easily overlooked.  It isn't outside you.  It isn't a thing that you find. It is simply what you are.  And what we are is heavenly.

Something is clearly happening on the earth.  Awakenings are coming now at rapid fire pace.  There is a network of energy that is rising and is self supporting and reinforcing.  Is it the dawn of a new era?  I think it could be, but this will be up to us to determine what it is going to look like.  Awakening just does not make you enlightened.  Such a weird word....because it suggests some destination.  There isn't any.  Once you awaken, that is JUST the beginning.  There is, for those who awaken without having had ANY practice, so much to do, to clean up, to set right, to heal within in order that the flow of heaven can shine as clearly as it can. But one thing is for certain I think; being there in such a place is huge.  So let's not squander this; build the field.  Build your field.  Make it a fortress of peace, a fountainhead of inspiration.  Sure we aren't perfect, but let's at least try something better.  It is within reach.  Finally.  The change of the world could be tied up within this, each person doing their part instead of going on crusades or wars or revolutions.  When there is no more need to change others, the change comes upon us that we sought.  When we let go heaven comes flooding in.

IT is so simple.  It bears us to heaven.  It is what we are.  And THAT is what self realization is all about!

The Way Of Things

The bright dawn
the bringing of new light
charges the air
now pregnant with the possible.
He is there
a great thunderbolt
of a thing
a brilliant ray of warming sun
where every eye is drawn
yet his brilliance is nothing
if not for a tender leaf or shoot
upon which to fall
into which he may know a new life.

Into the bloom
she rests
hidden
not obvious
her delicious nature
is wrapped
in blue and red
of berries
and flowers
so that when the grace of him
falls upon the wonder of her
she may take him into her
secret world
and make of him something
he dare not imagine.

This is her world
and we have not been expert
in seeing it
but we all know it is there
even if our eyes do not show
what the heart does surely know.
She is wrapped now
in hard outer shells
but breathing within
is another life
hers
and everything that will spring from her
which is a profusion
of all life.

We like to think the light is what does it
or that some thunderbolt struck earth
and made the perfect condition from which
life might spring.
In truth She had to be there to take what was
brought
rendering it into pure miraculousness
and bearing new life upon the world.

it wasn't one or the other
but both
that did this.
We are dazzled by his brilliance
or awed by her mystery.
But somewhere between the two
there lies the truth of the matter
and in its marrow
deep within the heart of it
is the secret
which I am telling you
has always been the Two
has always existed side by side
and folded one into the other.
We are duped by what we want to see
and are lured from what is before us
within us
wrapping us in the tender secret
that are the Two
bear the Third.

There can be no other way of this
or around it
except straight through.
Like lobes of the earth's magnetosphere
there is not a single point where north pole
turns to south
or negative turns to positive.
They work together
always have
and always will
even if we are too careless to see
or reflect within ourselves
to know the great truth
that they are...
or that you are
that we are
that all things are,
their being remains
an irrefutable reality
even as dawn breaks
upon dim minds
and breathes the life of genius into them
as All who are new to this will be
first foolish
then turned to their wiser nature
as old memory takes hold
and the circular path to the All
is glimpsed.

The great cooperation
is only possible because of how they are made
to be one of the other
not apart
not ever
but an engine for creation
for all things
just as the All envisioned
in its origins
which was that it was made of this
and passed it down
 a vibrant sphere
made up of Her and of Him
all at once
indefinable together
so wrapped together
but necessary
to push and pull agains the other
so nothing would ever settle back into stillness.
Never again into that great stillness before
beginnings were realized
and could be brought into being.

It isn't a mystery why there would be war amongst them.
it isn't a mystery that there would be peace amongst them.
It isn't a mystery because everything was given to them
even if what they each choose
or have chosen
was less than what was possible.
But what is possible is what we should each strive for
so that we may know anew
the great unfolding wonder
seeking to break free like some fiery bird
that are these two
folded into One
birthing the third.

An Open Book

She is like a book
whose pages open
revealing a wonder to
those who read and know
the deeper mystery
which lies beyond the obvious.

Each page of her
an unfolding
a revelation.
The edges of her page
crave the touch of the hand
that will read and know her
not just for what she reveals
but that which remains hidden.

Tucked beneath her words
beneath herstory
lies all that holds her together
and while she may open herself
to the calm steady hand
there rests a wonder beyond all wonder
that ties each page
to the other.

Each word is crafted perfectly
each page a discovery.
Every chapter speaks a great lesson
and yet, there is something that is greater
than the sum of all of her parts.

Certainly the words are wonderful.
The soft pages that yield to the hand
while giving it grip
and texture
all add to the experience
that is the story.
But like all books,
they are all words
that express a piece of something larger
and cannot in totality
reveal the mystery that lies within....
the word beyond the words,
the holy of holies.

The real mystery
the great wonder of all wonders
lies beyond the page and words
into the very binding
that holds it all together
and it is She
who awaits the hand
that would undo them
gently
carefully
just to know how She is made
how She is put together
how She desires to hold all of what She is
into one tightly knit frame.

it is by his hand that he undoes her.
It is not to take her apart
but to worship
the skill
and grace
that has put this all together as it is,
to take her apart
and then know her so well
that he can put her safely
and expertly
back together
as if nothing had ever happened
and as if everything had.

She has been waiting for this
not fully realizing
just how tightly the strings of her own binding
have been laced.
Fearful
perhaps
of letting all those cherished leaves
fly upon the wind.

But with him
he does not cast them away
or aside
nor seek to undo
for some purpose beyond his own worshipfulness.
In doing this
she somehow knows how she is made to be read
seen
and understood
and without his undoing of her
could she ever hope
to know the masterwork
of her own binding
which can now be laid loose
so the book opens wide
and her own soulfulness
set to flow deeper into those crisp
softened pages does open.

It isn't that she doesn't know
the mystery that he seeks.
She is this mystery
feels it
every time a new word is writ
or new chapter entered.
it is she who awaits
for the knowing eye
to get that there is something more
beyond all appearances.

Her binding
like her heart
do open wide
in soulful surrender
an alignment to the very vibration
that moves her
and reminds her
that she is not alone.

Every book is this
and craves the look
that will reach into it
beyond its own words
and story
down into the marrow of it
into the binding
and lacing
and neatly controlled borders
of its perfect being.
And every reader does crave to
look deeply into just such a book
to read her words
like a sacred and silent prayer
of knowing
and communion.

Now the days of burning books is over
and  we stand fascinated by the great secret
scrolls and books now coming forth.
Just as each life is a book
each one of us has that book
that changes how we knew the world
and speaks to us both of ourselves
and the mystery that is emerging just now
as new words
new books
come to light.
There are profusions of books
this is certain
but the right book
becomes a trusted friend
and love
that remains
whose binding is undone
and put back
perfectly each day
so new pages might be added
to that which seemed perfect
and which now grows into something more.