Every door is Open

Dreams can be a great tool to help us see where we are receiving guidance from our higher selves and have the signal to act on the guidance.

I have read and hear how fortune favors the brave, but I truly see this as something that a person is unable to make happen in a usual way of doing things way.

These times are relevant and true to who we are, at varying degrees, and levels or shades, but there is no competitive hierarchy. There is a simple honoring and respecting of each and all, and in that there is freedom. Basking in that without the usual and old forms of self defeat, one may still find oneself hanging on, as if a character in and old Three Stooges, where the sign turns out over the street and the viewer know the characters will eventually fall. So I ask myself the question, "How am I hanging on to a flag pole, like the Stooges ?And I ask also, "What's so bad about falling ?"

Am I like a fully grown elephant, who thinks the tiny rope to the pole is still there ? Perhaps in some ways, yes. But am I not at that moment of judging it, looking at it from a place of expectation, and judgement ? So, the real deal here is being open to the fluid now, as if floating, falling, humming and enjoying just what IS.

For someone like me, who has a very active imagination with an equally active analytical mind, I am happy to be me, and realize it wasn't always this way. I wonder about what happened to the old me, who used to be a part of two marriages and came through that as if it was the parting of the Red Sea. Ummmm....it WAS.  I notice there is a desire to be there for persons in situations of partnerships that are evolving. This is a process that many may need a bit of support to feel through the inner changes that occur during the acceleration of our planet, in unity with us, her children. Partnerships are a new breed, a viable and living being created as the unity and in a state of flux forward for the benefit of humanity and the universal changes taking place at this time. It isn't as if we wake up and say, OK, I am a part of this...what next ? ...as if the "what next ?" is separate from who we are. We ARE the "What  Next ! " We are the fluid eventualities that are sustaining the bridge from her to there, a place where the matrix of illusions as we know it is non existent. A place where the communities of freedom and cooperation are formed and only in the light waiting to materialize relationally.

Let us each take active and joyous responsibility to understand that the illusion dissolves by love, and nothing else. No amount of lectures or book knowledge can replace the simple essence of truth one gleans by sincere devotion. Therefor, let ourselves be devoted to one another, love one another and be there for one another. NOT, in the co dependent, attached manner of living in the matrix of the past, but by being fully present moment to moment without the trappings of extras that are still vestiges of the conditioned self. 

Many couples took the plunge into marriage or couple hood in an unconscious, conditioned state. The motivation was completely from the outer social push, rather than from the higher, devotional love. Add to this, the varying levels of consumeristic tendencies and objectification of partners, and it is a difficult time indeed. The divorce rate tells the story, along with the immense collateral damage of children from the union who will make it, but here we are...needing a better way. By better way, I don't mean to say I think there are so many options that we can pick and chose. What I am seeing is a desperate need for supporting the authentic person in the authentic relationship. 

The authentic relationship recognizes the need to unravel the enemy within. Once the beginning steps are taken by both parties, a facilitation of course is very helpful, but only as a support and gentle nudge, with respect for differences.The options are infinite, but must be authentic, and in tat sense there can be only one. For example, I am in tune with my optimal feelings to the extemnt that I can "hear" my being, and follow it inward. The more outer static there is, the less I hear, of myself or anyone else. Feeling clarity, I am able to discern the edges of emotional hardness in others, and be sensitive as a growing being myself to the challenges present for expansion of love.

I had a dream of my father handing me a key and what I make of it is that it is handed to me to open any door, which door it fits as it gets there, being all the doors are open.

Everything is a Zebra

Upon waking, not remembering the dream, I thought, or someone said,"everthing is a zebra", almost as if that thought would catapult me to  to total recall of my dream if I said it at a later time. Of course I did my usual on the fly metamorphosing analysis and came up with. "Zebra. Black and white, Duality. It is or looks like or is interpreted as duality. "

The work of awareness being realized is to peel away layers of seeming duality, which apparently is couched in various self justifying judgments. Like a self correcting spelling program on a computer document program, inner work is something like that, although it transcends the confines of actual spelling and is a blur of filtering through and extracting true vision from a muddled and usually bad ass attitude over something.

This brings me to Robert Anton Wilson and his contribution to my eventual clarity of vision, and ambition to not be a cosmic schmuck. Couple this with Terence Mckenna's comment "culture is not your friend,"and, "No one is smarter than you." , and Allan Watts' endless manners of koan language, I had it made in the shade during my cyclonic changes, while mulling over seemingly endless  excerpts of others' sayings, others' teaching, words, ideas, etc. Let's not forget my almost idiotic desperate reading of the Power of Now, by Ekhart Tolle. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Meaning, at some point one needs to really HEAR what is being said. Such as, "No one is smarter than you." So, until I am fully convinced that within me is all the knowledge and wisdom of the universe, I am a mark for the gurus.

I thought to myself, "I feel I need to write," but also saw it as almost a useless objective, as if the back drop of my intentions is a sense of the question, "Hasn't that been said before ?" What could I say that would cause the greatest ripple, challenge the most staunch victim ? Is there anything uniquely "me" that I can salvage and share from, beyond the traps of sharing from a place of former conditioning and misconceptions ? Just because I came through a torrential rain storm and have experienced a great deal of liberation from just getting rained on, does not necessarily follow that anyone cares to know about my experience. In fact, they don't. The world needs a vacation from the endless self help books, and hey, look there ! THAT guru really has it going on !. The fact is these are NOT self help books. They are a writer's claim to something that obviously the reader has not experienced as a form of direct knowledge. Having not experienced something desirable, and being conditioned to "want" all that is desirable, including spiritual states. Thus, is it at least somewhat very evident that spirituality is its own marketable stuff ? I don't want to be counted among the many who market and profit on the wandering and suffering and perpetuation of separation and suffering of others. I'd like my legacy to be one that stands apart from this, but even my desire to stand apart is a form of greed and pride.

Having said that, what can I offer that is marketable ? Nothing. I refuse to enter the den of thieves and participate in that aspect of this reality's unfortunate and macabre enticements. But people need help, you quip ?  They only need to know who they are, having forgotten and having been drenched by the identities of their historical personalities and karmic debts. Let's slip out of the "idea" of karma and recognize a ground where all is evenly scored and the true examination is the most inscrutable eye, and heart of the one who sees all. Like it is, the only one who cares if my heart weighs less than a feather at the time of my bodily death is me.

After some careful deliberation, it seems that what comes through for me is a form of relationship tuning, or being a tuning fork for two people in a relationship, or being a tuning fork for someone interested in being in a relationship with him/her self. Realizing I am a conglomerate and amalgamation of all the authors who I have been steeped in, and now come to the point of wishing to be only a chalice for the divine energy of love to pour and continue pouring as poured out and shared, in the wish for value and cohesiveness of purpose be gleaned as a result, in love.

Is that soft ? I agreed to share something of value, unique to me, as a co creator of a new order, among infinite possibilities of orders, allowing the transparency of conviction to prevail for the good of the unified consciousness, so I open my head and let the stars rain in, one by one, and flow through my veins as a refreshing and a glorious transfusion in life. We are in this together but we are not created equal. Equality presumes homogeneity and repetition, denigrating the essence of the creative gift, so well quenched by the educational systems of days gone by. "Leave the thinking to the big guns. And we'll tell you who the big guns are so you can cast your vote."~voices of education.