2007.09.17 Singapore - Kent Ridge
It never ceases to amaze me how lost one can become in their ego and it's attachments, especially for those who once had found the beauty, simplicity and freedom of transcending attachments to the physical, emotional and psychological aspects of "reality".
There are some to whom come all the riches as if laid out on a platter. Someone once said to a group of us at a dinner recently "I love money and money loves me." Yet, what of those who love money yet money cares little or nothing for them? It must be in the attachment and the battle to attain. That same person also pointed out that, although wealthy, he has few clothes which he wears over and over, needs little to eat, and spends relatively no money on a daily basis for basic living and enjoyment. His enjoyment comes from learning - reading and studying - and then acting on what he has learned; exercising his knowledge on the world. And the millions keep rolling in.
So, what does that say about a man? And what does it say about the rest of us? We are all desiring more of what the world has to offer, yet so many are stuck, living life in fear instead of action.
The world keeps spinning; the rhythms of the universe keep vibrating; the great void continues to manifest; so why do so many languish in pain and fear?
We must face the great beast and smile, knowing that the beast is only us, our egos’, and that, when one is in synch with the rhythms of the universe - of existence - and aligned with all of existence and even non-existence, then everything flows naturally in accordance with our desires and our actions.
The key is to tap into the great void - the source of all manifestation - align with it, use it and let it use you as a vehicle for experiencing the physical world on it's behalf, and to let go of all fears, all negative thoughts and feelings, and just flow.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Reflection... Cycles of Life... mysterious and beautiful
Monday August 4, 2003
10:20 PM Manila – Pasig, PI
Finishing up a rather strange journey – yet another in a long string of strange journey’s in my life; life according to… ?
The cycles of life are so mysterious and beautiful. The ebb and flow, the rise and fall; so telling, yet so mysterious – so much the unknown and unknowable what lies ahead; the only known being the living each moment to it’s fullest, living from the heart, shapes that unknowable future. There in lies the excitement; there in lies the beauty of an uncertain future.
10:20 PM Manila – Pasig, PI
Finishing up a rather strange journey – yet another in a long string of strange journey’s in my life; life according to… ?
The cycles of life are so mysterious and beautiful. The ebb and flow, the rise and fall; so telling, yet so mysterious – so much the unknown and unknowable what lies ahead; the only known being the living each moment to it’s fullest, living from the heart, shapes that unknowable future. There in lies the excitement; there in lies the beauty of an uncertain future.
My Mind Swims with Wonder
Friday August 1, 2003
9:30 PM – Manila – Edsa, Shangrila
My mind swims with wonder at all that happens as we travel through life. Focusing on the moment while giving leave to anxiety and fear brings life into crystal clear focus, like looking through a magnifying glass at a pebble on the beach. The rest of life seems to take care of itself – the flow goes undisturbed while reality unfolds on to itself.
9:30 PM – Manila – Edsa, Shangrila
My mind swims with wonder at all that happens as we travel through life. Focusing on the moment while giving leave to anxiety and fear brings life into crystal clear focus, like looking through a magnifying glass at a pebble on the beach. The rest of life seems to take care of itself – the flow goes undisturbed while reality unfolds on to itself.
A Life of Grace and Charm
This life I lead continues to be one of awe and wonder, one of grace and charm. I realize the ups and downs will always be there to some extent, but, for the most part, by staying focused on the ‘now’, the present moment, and taking everything as it comes in it’s raw and unjudged state, just living the ‘is-ness’ of being, the is-ness of the situation as it arises, without judging, without fearing or worrying, we will free ourselves to the wonder of it all, for all things just ‘Are’ and what comes our way is a combination of the circumstances of certain energies coalescing at given points in time, along with the energies – their quality and strength – that are released into the quantum soup of energy and spirit, drawing to us and us to them those things, those energies that are the circumstances of our present moment.
So it is what it is – at any given moment; Therefore, in that moment – each moment – we must be the best of ourselves in the face of whatever event transpires in any moment of our lives.
And so it goes, life just flows, so with it we must flex like the bamboo outriggers of a Philippine sailboat – flexible but strong, flowing, flexing, bending and strong, keeping the boat righted in the wind; gliding the surface of the sea, cresting waves and sliding down their back side in graceful dance of life.
So it is what it is – at any given moment; Therefore, in that moment – each moment – we must be the best of ourselves in the face of whatever event transpires in any moment of our lives.
And so it goes, life just flows, so with it we must flex like the bamboo outriggers of a Philippine sailboat – flexible but strong, flowing, flexing, bending and strong, keeping the boat righted in the wind; gliding the surface of the sea, cresting waves and sliding down their back side in graceful dance of life.
Sept 11 2001 Remembered - How Far I've Fallen
2007.09.11 - Singapore, Kent Ridge
It was six years ago today that I perched along side a mountain lake in Utah while events in NY were unfolding that changed the world. I was almost a different person then.
Today I find myself still battling with the currents of life, still allowing ego to dictate how I feel about, respond to and interact with the world. It is disheartening but it is a challenge. The goal and aim is to push my life, push my awareness, my true self, that which lies at the core, beyond ego, to emerge and enter into oneness with reality (or to realize its inherent oneness).
That my identification with form,or, the material aspects of existence, is so pronounced at this stage in my life is almost beyond comprehension comsidering where I was in the mid to late 90's and even into the first few years of the new millenium. The advanced stages of heightened awareness and consciousness I was achieving and experiencing seem like they were from another life time. Somehow, someway, I allowed myself to be swept away in the world of form.
My only solace now being that I know what I achieved and experienced so am optimistic about getting back to that state, then continuing to evolve from there, never to look back.
It was six years ago today that I perched along side a mountain lake in Utah while events in NY were unfolding that changed the world. I was almost a different person then.
Today I find myself still battling with the currents of life, still allowing ego to dictate how I feel about, respond to and interact with the world. It is disheartening but it is a challenge. The goal and aim is to push my life, push my awareness, my true self, that which lies at the core, beyond ego, to emerge and enter into oneness with reality (or to realize its inherent oneness).
That my identification with form,or, the material aspects of existence, is so pronounced at this stage in my life is almost beyond comprehension comsidering where I was in the mid to late 90's and even into the first few years of the new millenium. The advanced stages of heightened awareness and consciousness I was achieving and experiencing seem like they were from another life time. Somehow, someway, I allowed myself to be swept away in the world of form.
My only solace now being that I know what I achieved and experienced so am optimistic about getting back to that state, then continuing to evolve from there, never to look back.
Life...
2007.07.22 Life… Singapore - Kent Ridge
Life...
Hmmm...
What a beautiful dream; but life can also be an ugly dream. How do we navigate the dream and direct it toward what happy seems.
Life is a beautifully flowing stream, but can turn ugly, dangerous and mean. How do we row our boats up and down this flowing stream? Do we push against the current in an endless struggle, fighting and at odds with the rhythms and flow of the stream, or do we work our way into a position where we are flowing down the stream, rowing gently and merrily as we go?
It is all within our individual grasps to determine how we meet the stream, or how we direct our dream? We form our relationship with the flow of life. But most times, there is an obstacle that keeps us from gently rowing down the stream or directing a happy dream - our ego. Our egos, our fragile, puny little egos are like spoiled children kicking up a fuss every time we don't allow it to take us where we need to go - and that is to flow - that's all we really need to know is how to flow.
Fighting against the current of the stream is fighting our true nature. If we let our true nature emerge from the depths of our souls and psyche, if we can somehow sweep aside the egos endless chattering, noise and distraction, we can have the most peaceful, flowing life one could ever imagine or hope for.
So, how do we flow? How do we let go?
Deep in our hearts we know. But our spoiled little ego refuses to let go; let go of the strangle hold it has on us; it refuses to acknowledge the true self and, knowing it has the upper hand because of the countless moments, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades that it has been shaped and nurtured by the hands of the society within which the doings of our daily existence dwells, into the beast it has become, it only tightens its grip around our lives with each challenge from within to awaken and free oneself from it's horrible little clutches.
Life...
Hmmm...
What a beautiful dream; but life can also be an ugly dream. How do we navigate the dream and direct it toward what happy seems.
Life is a beautifully flowing stream, but can turn ugly, dangerous and mean. How do we row our boats up and down this flowing stream? Do we push against the current in an endless struggle, fighting and at odds with the rhythms and flow of the stream, or do we work our way into a position where we are flowing down the stream, rowing gently and merrily as we go?
It is all within our individual grasps to determine how we meet the stream, or how we direct our dream? We form our relationship with the flow of life. But most times, there is an obstacle that keeps us from gently rowing down the stream or directing a happy dream - our ego. Our egos, our fragile, puny little egos are like spoiled children kicking up a fuss every time we don't allow it to take us where we need to go - and that is to flow - that's all we really need to know is how to flow.
Fighting against the current of the stream is fighting our true nature. If we let our true nature emerge from the depths of our souls and psyche, if we can somehow sweep aside the egos endless chattering, noise and distraction, we can have the most peaceful, flowing life one could ever imagine or hope for.
So, how do we flow? How do we let go?
Deep in our hearts we know. But our spoiled little ego refuses to let go; let go of the strangle hold it has on us; it refuses to acknowledge the true self and, knowing it has the upper hand because of the countless moments, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades that it has been shaped and nurtured by the hands of the society within which the doings of our daily existence dwells, into the beast it has become, it only tightens its grip around our lives with each challenge from within to awaken and free oneself from it's horrible little clutches.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Fear, The World Feels As Though Imploding
2007.09.10 Singapore
Fear. Why do we fear so? Why is it when we are faced with financial struggle do we find ourselves paralyzed in fear?
I have fallen into the clutches of fear and insecurity as never before. It eats away at me and has me so tighlty in its grip I can barely move. I am frozen, unable to function; unable to think or move. My only feeling is one of dread, one of fear, on of wishing I were dead.
As I was waking the other morning, this strange sense of dread started flowing into my consciousness as I began to wake; it was like a valve being opened and filling my clear, still mind that, had to that point been an empty vessel permeated by peace.
I actually find myself wondering why God didn't take my life that day in Thailand.
I find myself wishing I would have died.
I find myself wishing that all the pain were over.
I find myself wishing I could shrink my ego so that nothing mattered - that whatever life has in store for me would be merely a matter of course; the ebb and the flow would just be something I moved with, no harm in losing all, no worry about looking dumb, no angst in having to work hard, just living and experiencing, playing lifes game, dancing lifes dance.
So why... Why do I fear so. Why am I frozen in this fear induced paralysis? How can I escape this? How can I turn around the negative experiences and the capital flow (currently the capital is flowing outward faster than it's flowing inward). Where did my powers of manifestation slip off to?
I must emerge from this blue funk and regain my mastery of life.
Fear. Why do we fear so? Why is it when we are faced with financial struggle do we find ourselves paralyzed in fear?
I have fallen into the clutches of fear and insecurity as never before. It eats away at me and has me so tighlty in its grip I can barely move. I am frozen, unable to function; unable to think or move. My only feeling is one of dread, one of fear, on of wishing I were dead.
As I was waking the other morning, this strange sense of dread started flowing into my consciousness as I began to wake; it was like a valve being opened and filling my clear, still mind that, had to that point been an empty vessel permeated by peace.
I actually find myself wondering why God didn't take my life that day in Thailand.
I find myself wishing I would have died.
I find myself wishing that all the pain were over.
I find myself wishing I could shrink my ego so that nothing mattered - that whatever life has in store for me would be merely a matter of course; the ebb and the flow would just be something I moved with, no harm in losing all, no worry about looking dumb, no angst in having to work hard, just living and experiencing, playing lifes game, dancing lifes dance.
So why... Why do I fear so. Why am I frozen in this fear induced paralysis? How can I escape this? How can I turn around the negative experiences and the capital flow (currently the capital is flowing outward faster than it's flowing inward). Where did my powers of manifestation slip off to?
I must emerge from this blue funk and regain my mastery of life.
Morning Thoughts at Timothy's in Seoul
2007.07.09 Korea - Coffee at Timothy's
Hmmm... The world, people, situations and circumsatance, the ebb and flow...
When one steps back and looks upon the world and the egos that are always bumping into each other like bumper cars at an amuzement park, one cannot help but smile - smile in amuzement at the comedy that is life. Perhaps its more like a comic tragedy.
Suffering is merely a state of mind. True suffering on a physical level is also a variation of mental/emotional suffering, which, again, boils down to a state of mind. Death is merely the end of physical form. When we as humans learn to connect with that which provides, the ultimate source of everything and every non-thing, when we learn to vibrate at the frequency that aligns us with the rhythms of the source and the universe and connect with the vibrational frequency of abundance, then an end to suffering of every kind will melt away like a stick of bitter butter on hot black asphalt.
When we die what happens? Many have pondered this. Does the life force truly die? Or, does it become the fertilizer to nourish and evolve new life force? If this is the case, our individual life energies that fertilize the collective life force becomes part of the new life forces to which it has helped create in its nourishing of the life-force breeding process?
There is no doubt in my mind (which has been substantiated in my visions) that in this vast quantum soup in which we exist, nothing is lost, all feeds all and generates new life, new energy, new potential. So death is relative. The form that carries the life force reaches the end of its life cycle then spills the force which it has contained back into the field that is spawning new life so that it can emerge again in a thousand new lives.
The way we live our lives, and the levels we attain of self-realization, determine the type of field, or life crop, we will fertilize and become a part of as they spring forth into the material world when they come to life. That is why virtue is important in ones current life cycle.
Let love rule, as Lenny sang.
Hmmm... The world, people, situations and circumsatance, the ebb and flow...
When one steps back and looks upon the world and the egos that are always bumping into each other like bumper cars at an amuzement park, one cannot help but smile - smile in amuzement at the comedy that is life. Perhaps its more like a comic tragedy.
Suffering is merely a state of mind. True suffering on a physical level is also a variation of mental/emotional suffering, which, again, boils down to a state of mind. Death is merely the end of physical form. When we as humans learn to connect with that which provides, the ultimate source of everything and every non-thing, when we learn to vibrate at the frequency that aligns us with the rhythms of the source and the universe and connect with the vibrational frequency of abundance, then an end to suffering of every kind will melt away like a stick of bitter butter on hot black asphalt.
When we die what happens? Many have pondered this. Does the life force truly die? Or, does it become the fertilizer to nourish and evolve new life force? If this is the case, our individual life energies that fertilize the collective life force becomes part of the new life forces to which it has helped create in its nourishing of the life-force breeding process?
There is no doubt in my mind (which has been substantiated in my visions) that in this vast quantum soup in which we exist, nothing is lost, all feeds all and generates new life, new energy, new potential. So death is relative. The form that carries the life force reaches the end of its life cycle then spills the force which it has contained back into the field that is spawning new life so that it can emerge again in a thousand new lives.
The way we live our lives, and the levels we attain of self-realization, determine the type of field, or life crop, we will fertilize and become a part of as they spring forth into the material world when they come to life. That is why virtue is important in ones current life cycle.
Let love rule, as Lenny sang.
Struggling in the Stream of Life... oh why...
Life...
Hmmm...
What a beautiful dream; but life can also be an ugly dream. How do we navigate the dream and direct it toward what happy seems.
Life is a beautifully flowing stream, but can turn ugly, dangerous and mean. How do we row our boats up and down this flowing stream? Do we push against the current in an endless struggle, fighting and at odds with the rhythms and flow of the stream, or do we work our way into a position where we are flowing down the stream, rowing gently and merrily as we go?
It is all within our individual grasps to determine how we meet the stream, or how we direct our dream? We form our relationship with the flow of life. But most times, there is an obstacle that keeps us from gently rowing down the stream or directing a happy dream - our ego. Our egos, our fragile, puny little egos are like spoiled children kicking up a fuss every time we don't allow it to take us where we need to go - and that is to flow - that's all we really need to know is how to flow.
Fighting against the current of the stream is fighting our true nature. If we let our true nature emerge from the depths of our souls and psyche, if we can somehow sweep aside the egos endless chattering, noise and distraction, we can have the most peaceful, flowing life one could ever imagine or hope for.
So, how do we flow? How do we let go?
Deep in our hearts we know. But our spoiled little ego refuses to let go; let go of the strangle hold it has on us; it refuses to acknowledge the true self and, knowing it has the upper hand because of the countless moments, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades that it has been shaped and nurtured by the hands of the society within which the doings of our daily existence dwells, into the beast it has become, it only tightens its grip around our lives with each challenge from within to awaken and free oneself from it's horrible little clutches.
Hmmm...
What a beautiful dream; but life can also be an ugly dream. How do we navigate the dream and direct it toward what happy seems.
Life is a beautifully flowing stream, but can turn ugly, dangerous and mean. How do we row our boats up and down this flowing stream? Do we push against the current in an endless struggle, fighting and at odds with the rhythms and flow of the stream, or do we work our way into a position where we are flowing down the stream, rowing gently and merrily as we go?
It is all within our individual grasps to determine how we meet the stream, or how we direct our dream? We form our relationship with the flow of life. But most times, there is an obstacle that keeps us from gently rowing down the stream or directing a happy dream - our ego. Our egos, our fragile, puny little egos are like spoiled children kicking up a fuss every time we don't allow it to take us where we need to go - and that is to flow - that's all we really need to know is how to flow.
Fighting against the current of the stream is fighting our true nature. If we let our true nature emerge from the depths of our souls and psyche, if we can somehow sweep aside the egos endless chattering, noise and distraction, we can have the most peaceful, flowing life one could ever imagine or hope for.
So, how do we flow? How do we let go?
Deep in our hearts we know. But our spoiled little ego refuses to let go; let go of the strangle hold it has on us; it refuses to acknowledge the true self and, knowing it has the upper hand because of the countless moments, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades that it has been shaped and nurtured by the hands of the society within which the doings of our daily existence dwells, into the beast it has become, it only tightens its grip around our lives with each challenge from within to awaken and free oneself from it's horrible little clutches.
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