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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 230 – 8/3/2021

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the dalai lama’s words are also being added to my morning devoceanal along with Felin ghetti’s poem, such great accompaniments on this journey of traveling at the ever more astonishing speed of light… now, i want to turn to someone i don’t know but who’s recently beeping in on radar…

Julie Yip-Williams, no stranger to tragedy, died over three years ago after living with cancer for five years… As a mother of young girls, one of her top priorities was leaving behind words of comfort for her daughters…. the following letter is excerpted from the book, Letters of Note: Mothers….

“Dear Mia and Isabelle,

I have solved all the logistical problems resulting from my death that I can think of — I am hiring a very reasonably priced cook for you and Daddy; I have left a list of instructions about who your dentist is and when your school tuition needs to be paid and when to renew the violin rental contract and the identity of the piano tuner. In the coming days, I will make videos about all the ins and outs of the apartment, so that everyone knows where the air filters are and what kind of dog food Chipper eats. But I realized that these things are the low-hanging fruit, the easy-to-solve but relatively unimportant problems of the oh so mundane.

I realized that I would have failed you greatly as your mother if I did not try to ease your pain from my loss, if I didn’t at least attempt to address what will likely be the greatest question of your young lives. You will forever be the kids whose mother died of cancer, have people looking at you with some combination of sympathy and pity (which you will no doubt resent, even if everyone means well). That fact of your mother dying will weave into the fabric of your lives like a glaring stain on an otherwise pristine tableau. You will ask as you look around at all the other people who still have their parents, Why did my mother have to get sick and die? It isn’t fair, you will cry. And you will want so painfully for me to be there to hug you when your friend is mean to you, to look on as your ears are being pierced, to sit in the front row clapping loudly at your music recitals, to be that annoying parent insisting on another photo with the college graduate, to help you get dressed on your wedding day, to take your newborn babe from your arms so you can sleep. And every time you yearn for me, it will hurt all over again and you will wonder why.

I don’t know if my words could ever ease your pain. But I would be remiss if I did not try…

My sweet babies, I do not have the answer to the question of why, at least not now and not in this life. But I do know that there is incredible value in pain and suffering, if you allow yourself to experience it, to cry, to feel sorrow and grief, to hurt. Walk through the fire and you will emerge on the other end, whole and stronger. I promise. You will ultimately find truth and beauty and wisdom and peace. You will understand that nothing lasts forever, not pain, or joy. You will understand that joy cannot exist without sadness. Relief cannot exist without pain. Compassion cannot exist without cruelty. Courage cannot exist without fear. Hope cannot exist without despair. Wisdom cannot exist without suffering. Gratitude cannot exist without deprivation. Paradoxes abound in this life. Living is an exercise in navigating within them.

I was deprived of sight. And yet, that single unfortunate physical condition changed me for the better. Instead of leaving me wallowing in self-pity, it made me more ambitious. It made me more resourceful. It made me smarter. It taught me to ask for help, to not be ashamed of my physical shortcoming. It forced me to be honest with myself and my limitations, and eventually to be honest with others. It taught me strength and resilience.

You will be deprived of a mother. As your mother, I wish I could protect you from the pain. But also as your mother, I want you to feel the pain, to live it, embrace it, and then learn from it. Be stronger people because of it, for you will know that you carry my strength within you. Be more compassionate people because of it; empathize with those who suffer in their own ways. Rejoice in life and all its beauty because of it; live with special zest and zeal for me. Be grateful in a way that only someone who lost her mother so early can, in your understanding of the precariousness and preciousness of life. This is my challenge to you, my sweet girls, to take an ugly tragedy and transform it into a source of beauty, love, strength, courage, and wisdom.

Many may disagree, but I have always believed, always, even when I was a precocious little girl crying alone in my bed, that our purpose in this life is to experience everything we possibly can, to understand as much of the human condition as we can squeeze into one lifetime, however long or short that may be. We are here to feel the complex range of emotions that come with being human. And from those experiences, our souls expand and grow and learn and change, and we understand a little more about what it really means to be human. I call it the evolution of the soul. Know that your mother lived an incredible life that was filled with more than her “fair” share of pain and suffering, first with her blindness and then with cancer. And I allowed that pain and suffering to define me, to change me, but for the better.

In the years since my diagnosis, I have known love and compassion that I never knew possible; I have witnessed and experienced for myself the deepest levels of human caring, which humbled me to my core and compelled me to be a better person. I have known a mortal fear that was crushing, and yet I overcame that fear and found courage. The lessons that blindness and then cancer have taught me are too many for me to recount here, but I hope, when you read what follows, you will understand how it is possible to be changed in a positive way by tragedy and you will learn the true value of suffering. The worth of a person’s life lies not in the number of years lived; rather it rests on how well that person has absorbed the lessons of that life, how well that person has come to understand and distill the multiple, messy aspects of the human experience. While I would have chosen to stay with you for much longer had the choice been mine, if you can learn from my death, if you accepted my challenge to be better people because of my death, then that would bring my spirit inordinate joy and peace.

You will feel alone and lonely, and yet, understand that you are not alone. It is true that we walk this life alone, because we feel what we feel singularly and each of us makes our own choices. But it is possible to reach out and find those like you, and in so doing you will feel not so lonely. This is another one of life’s paradoxes that you will learn to navigate. First and foremost, you have each other to lean on. You are sisters, and that gives you a bond of blood and common experiences that is like no other. Find solace in one another. Always forgive and love one another…

And last, wherever I may go, a part of me will always be with you. My blood flows within you. You have inherited the best parts of me. Even though I won’t physically be here, I will be watching over you... I love you both forever and ever, to infinity, through space and time. Never ever forget that.”

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 229 – 8/2/2021

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today, i want to honor one of my favorite poets who said that if you would be a poet, create works capable of answering the challenge of apocalyptic times which this astonishing light of interbeing lived by and was so blessed with the courage to truly be a being of light living freely… let’s turn now to a favorite poem of mine which could definitely be our theme soul song for this moonth of celebrating the astonishing light of our interbeing… i think i’ll begin each day resounding Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s masterpeace on being astonishing light…

“I asked a hundred painters and a hundred poets
how to paint sunlight
on the face of life
Their answers were ambiguous and ingenuous
as if they were all guarding trade secrets
Whereas it seems to me
all you have to do
is conceive of the whole world
and all humanity
as a kind of art work
a site-specific art work
an art project of the god of light
the whole earth and all that’s in it
to be painted with light

And the first thing you have to do
is paint out postmodern painting
And the next thing is to paint yourself
in your true colors
in primary colors
as you see them
(without whitewash)
paint yourself as you see yourself
without make-up
without masks
Then paint your favorite people and animals
with your brush loaded with light
And be sure you get the perspective right
and don’t fake it
because one false line leads to another

And then paint the high hills
when the sun first strikes them
on an autumn morning
with your palette knife
lay it on
the cadmium yellow leaves
the ochre leaves
the vermillion leaves
of the New England autumn
and paint the ghost light of summer nights
and the light of the midnight sun
which is moonlight
And don’t paint out the shadows made by light

for without chiaroscuro you’ll have shallow pictures
So paint all the dark corners too
everywhere in the world
all the hidden places and minds and hearts
which light never reaches
all the caves of ignorance and fear
the pits of despair
the sloughs of despond
and write plain upon them
“Abandon all despair, ye who enter here”

And don’t forget to paint
all those who lived their lives
as bearers of light
Paint their eyes
and the eyes of every animal
and the eyes of beautiful women
known best for the perfection of their breasts
and the eyes of men and women
known only for the light of their minds
Paint the light of their eyes
the light of sunlit laughter
the song of eyes
the song of birds in flight.

And remember that the light is within
if it is anywhere
and you must paint from the inside
Start with purity
with pure white
the pure white of gesso
the pure white of cadmium white
the pure white of flake white
the pure virgin canvas
the pure life we all begin with

Turner painted sunlight
with egg tempera
(which proved unstable)
and Van Gogh did it with madness
and the blood of his ear
(also unstable)
and the Impressionists did it
by never using black
And the Abstract Expressionists did it
with white house paint
But you can do it with the pure pigment
(if you can figure out the formula)
of your own true light
But before you strike the first blow
on the virgin canvas
remember its fragility
life’s extreme fragility
and remember its innocence
its original innocence
before you strike the first blow

Or perhaps never strike it
And let the light come through
the inner light of the canvas
the inner light of the models posed
in the life study
the inner light of everyone
Let is all come through
like a pentimento
the light that’s been painted over
the life that’s been painted over
so many times
Let it surge to the surface
the painted-over image
of primal life on earth

And when you’ve finished your painting
stand back astonished
stand back and observe
the life on earth that you’ve created
the lighted life on earth
that you’ve created
a new brave world”

may we all stand back astonished at the lighted life on earth we’ve created – a brave new world of peace founded on justice and guided by love….

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 228 – 8/1/2021

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“A human being is part of the whole we call the universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself in the thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical illusion of his consciousness. This illusion is a prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for only the few people nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion, to embrace all living beings and all of nature.”

~ Albert Einstein ~

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Aloha Astonishing Light of our Interbeing August! For almost four years now, beginning August 14 2017, i’ve been posting weekly segments on the astonishing light of being…  with so much light pouring in as we move from one epoch to another, i feel called to honor divine light consciousness by sharing a few stories throughout this moonth of everyday people representing our better angels and sharing the astonishing light of our interbeing…

i spent part of today in a circle of Line 3 water protectors which reminded me of another being who brings so much light, Sherri Mitchell, an indigenous activist pictured here… let’s let her words speak directly into our one heart… 

“When we come into this universe, we are born into our first eco-system, our mother’s womb. There we are nurtured and sustained through an umbilical connection to the body of our birth mother. When we are born into this world, our umbilical connection is transferred from our birth mother to the Earth mother. Our umbilical connection with the Earth mother then nurtures and sustains us for the remainder of our human lives.

Though we have migrated a great distance, the radiance of that star dust still resonates within us. It is the essence of something indescribable that is etched upon our souls. It stirs something deep within us. This stirring is a call of recognition, of remembrance. It continuously reminds us that we are infinitely connected to one another, to the natural world, and to a unified divine source. Evidence of our shared origin can be found all around us. Science has finally caught up with what we have always known, that we are all related. We are all made out of the same foundational elements…

We are part of a universe, a collection of individual notes in one continuous song; the song that sang all life into being. This song is the drone of the musical universe. It is the foundation upon which all structure is built. If we listen closely, we can hear this creation song echoing in our bones. It exists in a vibrational frequency that emanates throughout the entire universe and resonates deep within us. This tone is the voice of creation; the voice that first spoke and brought all life into form. Each individual soul carries its own unique vibrational tone that is built upon that universal tone, and that individualized tone carries the seed of that being’s life path. When that seed is planted, even before the first shoot comes up through the ground, the vibration of that tone exists within it. This tone sets the rhythm for the new life that is being cultivated; it is that individual being’s creation song.

As Indigenous people, we are taught to live our lives in a balanced rhythm with the harmonic frequencies that surround us. This is why our teachings rise out of an oral tradition. Our history has been passed orally, not because we lacked the ability to translate our words into written form, but because we have always realized that our words have an alchemy that is capable of creating form. Our language is the vibrational expression that gives form to the animate universe. Every vocal expression that is released creates its own unique resonance. As we speak, we are weaving layers of sound that merge into harmony with the entire creation. This harmonic symphony brings into form the reality that we see before us.

The only way that we will be able to hear these harmonic vibrations is to become multisensory beings. We must tune in to our ability to see beyond the physical reality that surrounds us, and awaken to the vast unseen world that exists. Then we can begin to see beyond sight and to hear beyond sound. We see the underlying structures that support our world, and life begins to take on new shape, new meaning. When we live as multisensory beings, we find that we are able to comprehend the language of every living thing. We hear the voices of the trees, and understand the buzzing of the bees. And we come to realize that it is the interwoven substance of these floating rhythms that holds us in delicate balance with all life. Then, our life and our place in creation begins to makes sense in a whole new way. Our vision expands to see the overall order of our path, and our hearing tunes in to a whole new source of information. Once we become attuned to this new information, we can integrate this into our physical experience and harmonize our entire being with the vibrational reality that surrounds us. Then we will become witness to the perfect orchestration of divine order. We will recognize that when the trees breathe in carbon dioxide and release oxygen, our lungs mirror that movement, by breathing in the oxygen that is generously given and releasing carbon dioxide back to the trees. When we merge our internal rhythms with the rhythms of creation, we develop grace in our movement, and without thought or effort we are able to slide into the perfectly choreographed dance of life.

I remember my first moment of conscious engagement with this dance. I was a young woman, in my early twenties. It was a warm early-summer day and I was seated in a meditative state in my back yard. At that time, I was learning how to track energy. For several months, I had been deepening my ability to see the life force that permeates our world. As I was sitting there, I noticed a tiny ant crawling across a blade of grass. As I watched the ant move along, his little body began to light up. Then, the blade of grass that he was walking on lit up. As I sat there and watched, the entire area surrounding me began to light up. I slowly raised my eyes and the entire field became illuminated, as did the trees standing on the other side of the field lining the forest. Every bird that flew into my line of vision had an added layer of light surrounding it. I sat very still, quietly marveling over this newfound sight, afraid to move and lose it. While I sat there observing my newly illuminated world, I noticed something intriguing. The field of light that I was seated in was rising and falling in unison. As I watched the Earth breathe around me, I felt my own breathing fall into harmony with it. Everything became sharper; all of my senses came alive. While I sat there breathing with the world around me, the firm lines of my being began to fade. I felt myself expanding and merging with all that I was observing. There was suddenly no separation between me, the ant, the grass, the trees, and the birds. We were breathing with one breath, beating with the pulse of one heart. I was consumed by this achingly beautiful and complete sense of kinship with the entire creation. This single moment of open awareness allowed all of the teachings that I had been raised with to sink deeply into my heart. I got it.”

may we all get it and live in the field of the illuminated heart… let’s close our sacred ceremony with the Essene Communion for Monday dedicating ourselves to living in the unity of our interbeing… 

THE DEEPENING: God so made life and ALL living things that they, by the living word, would teach the laws of the Heavenly Father and the Earthly Mother, to the sons and the daughters of men.

MORNING COMMUNION: Angel of LIFE I invoke thee; for in everything that has life is the Holy Law written. In the grass, in the flowers, in the forest and in the trees. In the animals, and the birds and the fishes in the seas. All life speaks to us and if we listen, we can understand the tongue and the will of the living God. 

MEDITATION: The life-force within me cries out. That which I am longs for experience and to know and to understand. May I gain the wisdom of the connectedness with all that there is, for I am the one, and I am the many.

NOON CONTEMPLATION: Peace with CULTURE. Though thy brothers be of different origin, we all do toil in the vineyard of the Earthly Mother. We all lift our voices in praise of the Heavenly Father, and together, we all break the bread of wisdom and share in the Holy feast.

EVENING COMMUNION: Angel of PEACE I invoke thee. Cast your blessings to the peoples of the world and to all that are weary or do suffer. And as long as the sun and moon endure, and throughout all the generations to come, may peace prevail over the earth as the waters cover the sea. And in remembrance of thee, I shall ever greet my brother by your name, and as each evening comes, I shall embrace thee. Peace be with you.

THE BLESSING: The whispering of a flame invokes the peace within me. Reminding me of my task and of my journey. I have been given a peaceful heart and my path is before me. I joyfully take up the task, to reach the center, and to realize that I am a channel for peace.

The Communions are a bridge between man and the angels. And like a bridge, can only be built with patience. Yea, even as a bridge over a river is fashioned stone by stone, as they are found by the water’s edge. ~Gospel of the Essenes

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 227 – 7/31/2021

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in this moment of pregnant pause, i see us standing still and simultaneously moving at the speed of light on a high dune dedicated to free flight and deep dives into blessing this belonging space we share… this precipice where we see the collapse of a world that no longer serves and receive visions of a new world quietly forming, a sacred space where we realize there is no separation… this stillpoint at the center of our circle, the hub of the wheel where all that is, is still, where everything is oh so real, where the peace that passeth all understanding is palpable calling us into deep silence…. listen, listen to the cosmic hum… listen, listen to our heartbeat’s drum… listen, listen for the sound of the bell syncing our breathing to the mantra of all is well… deep peace of the running wave to you, deep peace, deep peace, deep peace…

deep bows to us all as we close the circle of joyvolution july and bless this space of the deep peace of the flowing wave and big sky and high plains and inner light while in the very same moment we all feel the inner and outer tectonic plates shifting as we close out an era, an epoch, a cycle of nature… for the last nine days i’ve been on retreat celebrating re-creation and profoundly plunging into the waters of life to listen, listen, listen to mama gaia and papa cosm and all our relatives’ heartsongs of blessing and lament, the soul songs that are our connective tissue reminding us, re-membering us that we are one, one family belonging to each other… on this ninth day of retreat, on this last da of july, re-membering it’s the day an ancestor, a joy revolutionary, my father died, listen to this heartsong from Rumi….

“This longing you express
is the return message.
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.”

i return from this retreat of deep union with spirit and earth more committed than ever to every moment being a moment of peace watered by the river below the river, our underground wellspring, the river of joy reverencing the mystery of unfolding the wholeness we are as we summon the courage to face what is real-eye-sing this is what in forms us, forms us, re-creates the world of original blessing for that is our origin, we are blessing living in a world of blessing beautifully revealed as we polish the mirror, see through the eyes of loving acceptance, opening our one heart’s circle of compassion ever wider…

thanks be, great mystery, for awakening to the beauty of the unitive field we are we are… one cosmos, one web, one tribe, one family, one being, one ocean, one underground/aboveground wellspring of the river of joy, one love, one…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 226 – 7/30/2021

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“wherever you go, go with all your heart…”

~ Confucius ~

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walking a path of devocean, going with our whole heart, asks us to be present in every moment trusting that all is divinely woven together seamlessly and calls us to surrender to or merge with the divine web of life which is both rooted in the river below the river and winging across the sky above in free flight… showing up wholeheartedly is a smile on your face, is the sun lighting up the world, is a wave rushing home to shore, is the wind whispering through the trees and our chanting a litany of thank you, thank you, thank you…

can you hear the chords of hallelujah flowing in the background and foreground as one by one we awaken to the astonishing wonder of being no matter how turbulent the waves of the outer world?

as this moonth of joyvolution nears coming to a close, thousandfold thanks for sharing this journey along the buen camino, the pathless path, for coming home to our one heart flowing in rhythm with mystery, dancing and singing in harmony and shining the light of divine love so brightly…

in this field of love may we forever walk
all day long may we walk
through the turnings may
we walk
on the path of pollen
may we walk
with love in our one heart may we walk
with  love before us may we walk
with love behind us may we walk
with love above us may we walk
with love all around us may we
walk
wandering on a trail of
love, may we walk
beginning in love
deepening in love…

let’s close our sacred ceremony with the Essene Communion for Saturday whose purpose is for us to cultivate the unitive field of quantum possibility, the akashic ocean of all being…

THE DEEPENING: Fasting is the first principle. Fast from negative thoughts, words and deeds. Fast from ego, pride and desire. Fast from all physical ills and Ye shall behold the strength and the wisdom of the spirit.

MORNING COMMUNION: The EARTHLY MOTHER and I are one. Blessed is the child who knoweth the Earthy Mother, for she is the provider and the sustainer of life. Her harvest becomes thy body, her waters become thy blood, her winds will carry thy spirit, and as each morning comes, I shall embrace her.


MEDITATION: The richness of the Mother’s garden surrounds us. The forces of nature toil unendingly for the benefit of all. For this we are blessed. The kingdom which guides and nurtures the plants and the forests is yet another manifestation of the Mother’s love for us, and we within this kingdom must return her blessings with respect, with caring, and with love.

NOON CONTEMPLATION: Peace with the HEAVENLY FATHER:
Ye that love thy Heavenly Father do Ye then his bidding; Walk Ye with his Holy Angels and you shall find peace within his Holy Law.


EVENING COMMUNION: Angel of ETERNAL LIFE I invoke thee; descend upon my soul and bless my spirit with the splendor and the knowledge of eternal life. And as each evening comes, I shall embrace thee. 


THE BLESSING: The food upon my table shares its life with me. And as this life nourishes my body, one day my body shall nourish this earth. And until that time shall pass, I shall return her blessings with kindness, with respect, and with my love.

Verily I say unto you, if in the daytime the Earthly Mother holds you in her arms, and in the night the Heavenly Father breathes his kiss upon you, then will the Sons of Men become the Sons of God.~Gospel of Peace of Jesus Christ

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 225 – 7/29/2021

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honoring John Lewis on the belated first year anniversary (7/17/20) of his death with his timeless words encouraging us that we can redeem the soul of our nation….

“While my time here has now come to an end, I want you to know that in the last days and hours of my life you inspired me. You filled me with hope about the next chapter of the great American story when you used your power to make a difference in our society. Millions of people motivated simply by human compassion laid down the burdens of division. Around the country and the world you set aside race, class, age, language and nationality to demand respect for human dignity.

That is why I had to visit Black Lives Matter Plaza in Washington, though I was admitted to the hospital the following day. I just had to see and feel it for myself that, after many years of silent witness, the truth is still marching on.

Emmett Till was my George Floyd. He was my Rayshard Brooks, Sandra Bland and Breonna Taylor. He was 14 when he was killed, and I was only 15 years old at the time. I will never ever forget the moment when it became so clear that he could easily have been me. In those days, fear constrained us like an imaginary prison, and troubling thoughts of potential brutality committed for no understandable reason were the bars.

…Like so many young people today, I was searching for a way out, or some might say a way in, and then I heard the voice of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. on an old radio. He was talking about the philosophy and discipline of nonviolence. He said we are all complicit when we tolerate injustice. He said it is not enough to say it will get better by and by. He said each of us has a moral obligation to stand up, speak up and speak out. When you see something that is not right, you must say something. You must do something. Democracy is not a state. It is an act, and each generation must do its part to help build what we called the Beloved Community, a nation and world society at peace with itself.

Ordinary people with extraordinary vision can redeem the soul of America by getting in what I call good trouble, necessary trouble. Voting and participating in the democratic process are key. The vote is the most powerful nonviolent change agent you have in a democratic society. You must use it because it is not guaranteed. You can lose it.

You must also study and learn the lessons of history because humanity has been involved in this soul-wrenching, existential struggle for a very long time. People on every continent have stood in your shoes, through decades and centuries before you. The truth does not change, and that is why the answers worked out long ago can help you find solutions to the challenges of our time. Continue to build union between movements stretching across the globe because we must put away our willingness to profit from the exploitation of others.

Though I may not be here with you, I urge you to answer the highest calling of your heart and stand up for what you truly believe. In my life I have done all I can to demonstrate that the way of peace, the way of love and nonviolence is the more excellent way. Now it is your turn to let freedom ring.

When historians pick up their pens to write the story of the 21st century, let them say that it was your generation who laid down the heavy burdens of hate at last and that peace finally triumphed over violence, aggression and war. So I say to you, walk with the wind, brothers and sisters, and let the spirit of peace and the power of everlasting love be your guide.”

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 224 – 7/28/2021

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“Under pressure, we do not rise to the level of our aspirations. We fall to the level of our training.”

~ Bruce Lee ~

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today, bruce’s words flow through me in such a deeper way… i awaken knowing i am scheduled for treatment at the hospital and i don’t think i have it in me to arise and get myself there and then the words come through, the words that have been a spiritual practice, a well-used energetic medicine for many years to simply breathe in from our earthmother who loves us so and our sky father always there to enspirit us which reminds me that today is also the 99th birthday of my earthly father, a being who always believed wholeheartedly in me…

with every step on the journey today, one baby step after another, i breathe in the loving support of the ancestors always swirling around and have the chant of thank you constantly flowing with so much appreciation to the nurses who so beautifully live beloved community re-membering we belong to each other, the more harmoniously we work together, the more healing and the more healing, health, wholeness, the more peace on every level and in every way in the cosmos…

i know how easy it is to tense up and recoil, to panic in the face of what feels like losing balance, losing control, the ”end of the world”, to go into a default place of fight, flight, fright but stop and re-member – we have been in training, in practice for these moments and a seeing clearly now response is as close as our breath, our intention, our syncing into the astonishing beauty before us, behind us, beside us, below us, above us, surrounding us, within us as we surrender into spirit, flowing in harmony with source…

si se puede, yes we can freefall into the wings of love and land in the milagro field, the ground of interbeing, the true reality of pure possibility…

let’s close this sacred ceremony with the Essene Communion for Thursday whose purpose is for us to commune with and contemplate water for water is life, the ocean of all being…

MORNING COMMUNION: Angel of WATER I invoke thee; whether lake or stream or water of the well, enter my body and become my blood. Give unto me the gift that sustains all life. Your blessings hath cleansed my spirit and quenched the thirst of my soul and as each morning comes, I shall embrace thee.

MEDITATION: As the wave of natures glory reaches its crest and then flows on, I have gained perspective. The waters that rage in the rivers and the rains that fall from the sky are the same as the blood that flows in the veins of my body. The Earth and I are one.

NOON CONTEMPLATION: Peace with the MIND.
Evil thoughts cannot abide in a mind filled with the Light of the Law. He who hath found Peace with the Mind, hath learned to soar beyond the realm of the Angels; For I tell you truly, the lightning that cleaves the mighty oak, or the quaking that opens great cracks in the earth are as the play of children compared with the powers of thought.

EVENING COMMUNION: Angel of WISDOM I invoke thee; for only through the wisdom of the holy law doth the Angels guide the children of light. Descend upon my thinking body and enlighten my thoughts, my mind, my intentions and my deeds. To follow the holy law is the root of your blessings, and as each evening comes, I shall embrace thee.

THE BLESSING: When at first a fledgling bird tries to fly, his wings cannot support him, and he falls again and again to the earth. But he tries again and one day he soars aloft, leaving the earth and his nest far behind. And so is it with the thoughts and intentions of the Sons of Men. The longer one walks with the angels and keeps their Law, the stronger ones thoughts shall become in Holy Wisdom. The day will come when the thoughts of men will overcome even the kingdom of death and then shall he soar to everlasting life in the kingdoms of the Heavenly Father. 

There is no greater power in heaven and earth than in the thoughts of the Son of Man. ~The Isaiah Effect

Each of us has deep within the knowledge of all things, and when we are ready to remember, the knowledge is there to be known. ~The Essene Book of Days

Only when we surrender to our inner nature can we begin to hear the wisdom that comes from deep within. ~The Essene Book of Days

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 223 – 7/27/2021

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“Thus shall ye think of this fleeting world: A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream; A flash of lightning in a summer cloud; A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream.”
~Diamond Sutra~

a day of rest just what the doctor ordered and more importantly, what the soul ordered… a day of turbulence just what the doctor ordered and more importantly, what the soul ordered? really? i have to ride wild waves filled with stinging jellyfish? yes, this too, this experience calling me deeper and deeper into the breath, into empty presence, the spaciousness of openheartedness… like the ocean, all is moving and transforming from wave to wave, breath to breath… like the moon, we cycle again and again through phases, dynamically changing from moment to moment…

diving deeper and deeper into the wondering, we enter the stillpoint trusting the center will hold even in an outer world that presently so belies that trust…. making it so very critical to breathe into the center and surrender to great mother who cradles us like a newborn while we rock gently back and forth feeling the support of the ocean of love, home to grandmother who loves us so…

ah, i’m smiling in this moment of eternity with this world that is always turning, this world where the constant is change, always love remains… love is all there is…

aho!

let’s close this ceremony with the Essene Communion for Wednesday whose purpose is for us to become receptive to the solar energies and establish a perfect unity between the self and the sun and distribute its power throughout the body…

THE DEEPENING: Let thy love be as the Angel of Sun which shines upon ALL the creatures of the earth, and does not favor even one blade of grass for another.

MORNING COMMUNION: Angel of SUN I invoke thee. Thou art the fountain of light that warms our days and lights our path. It is by your glory that man is born to live the words of the Holy Law, and as each morning comes, I shall embrace thee. 

MEDITATION: This day brings to the world the divine blessings of the glorious Sun and its radiant gifts of warmth and of light. How mindlessly we go about our days shielded from your nourishment and unable the receive your blessed gifts. Without fail, I shall find time this day to take the gift of your light into my soul, so that my own light may shine unto others with the same power and glory that you have given unto me.

NOON CONTEMPLATION: Peace with the FAMILY. He who hath found peace with his brother hath entered the kingdom of love and shall experience the Oneness of God. The Heavenly Father knoweth the hearts and the minds of his Children, and their inheritance shall forever be Peace.

EVENING COMMUNION: Angel of LOVE I invoke thee; for love is the first blessing of the Heavenly Father. Yea, it was said in the days of old, thou shalt love thy brother as thyself; and to every one who loveth another is born of the Heavenly Order, and shall drink from the well of eternity. And as each evening comes, I shall embrace thee.

THE BLESSING: The warmth of this day has filled me. How natural it is to feel this blessing and to radiate it back into the world. I look into the eyes of another and see only shared divinity. The boundaries have disappeared. You are no longer a stranger to my heart.

Truly, all must be born again of Sun and of truth, for your body basks in the sunlight of the Earthly Mother, and your spirit basks in the sunlight of truth of the Heavenly Father.
~ Gospel of Peace of Jesus Christ ~

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 222 – 7/26/2021

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“…And this was my true task, to be the
music of the body.  Do you understand? for truly the body needs
a song, a spirit, a soul.  And no less, to make this work,
the soul has need of a body,
and I am both of the earth and I am of the inexplicable
beauty of heaven
where I fly so easily, so welcome, yes,
and this is why I have been sent, to teach this to your heart.”
~ Mary Oliver ~

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welcome, well come to the first day of a new turn around the sun, a beautiful moment of eternity and retreat to celebrate the astonishing light of interbeing… as such an auspicious and momentous day calls for (it’s day 222 on turn ’round the sun year 8), i luxuriate in every sacred breath as i contemplate the re-creation of the cosms…

 woo hoo! yes, it is the moment to get our joyfull on and shine the inner light of divine love brilliantly for on this first day of the thirteen moon new year, there is the opening of a grand portal based on the heliacal rising of Sirius – the brightest star in our night’s sky … this gateway peaks on the 8/8 Lions Gate portal concluding its transmission on the 12th… during these moments, the creation of a new paradigm of consciousness streams into the cosmos…

re-member, every act of shining the inner light of divine love now raises the voltage of unitive consciousness throughout the universal field of pure possibility, so, yes, let’s get to dancing with the breeze and swaying with the trees, smiling at a stranger and hugging a forest ranger, gazing at the sun and seeing rainbows everywhere as we breathe in the golden light of the beloved and breathe out any resistance to the light and as we breathe in the golden light again, witness it being a golden sea of love energy encompassing all creation in a boundless ocean of devotion/devocean…

in the dreamweave where i begin this re-creation manifestival day calling in the spirits around the ceremonial fire within all relatives, i listen for the ancestors reminding me that we are one interconnected web of life here to create beauty, live in harmony with all life, being peace with every breath and that the peacemaker’s mission, as the many accounts of an ancient legend make clear, is to reestablish the natural equilibrium on which the well being of individuals, cultures, and the whole of creation depends… being redemptive shamanic practitioners, wounded healers creates health/wholeness which means peace…

may our one heart listen deeply and hear the soul song, the cosmic hum vibrational wave rising and deepening in us all as we real-eyes our flowing soul song…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 221 – 7/25/2021

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“My work has harvested souls, a great achievement for humankind, for all of us who believe that things in the world can be better, if we attempt at every moment to do things well: to show respect, to value what has little value today, to feel proud of our identity, to defend our traditions, to defend our traditional medicine, to love and respect our elders and listen to them with great attention, to teach children to live with respect, peace, and love. The mission of all human beings who achieve consciousness is to take care of themselves and Mother Earth.”

~ Julieta Casimiro Estrada~

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according to the galactic calendar, today, july 25 is the day out of time, the day before we start a new year, a day vibrating at the frequency of universal love… it’s also the day three years ago that i heard of the death of Abuela (Grandmother) Julieta who actually passed over on july 23, the day of Ajpu, which is the energy of the guardian… at the moment of eternity of her closing her eyes for the last time, it was when the energy of the day was at its highest, midday…

i love celebrating this day of timelessness, the wisdom of the grandmothers and the astonishing light of our interbeing together, so i re-treat this day within a circle of abuelas, guardians and co creators of the dreamweave… i carry a prayer of Grandmother Julieta, Guardian of the Light, a Curandera of the world dedicating her whole life to prayer with me and invite you to re-wild as her prayer sings through you as well…

“All of us here want the same thing. We want to walk in peace, and we want no more war. We don’t need war. All the suffering and pain that is going on in the world, especially of little children and elders, really hurts me inside. Our Mother Earth is hurting. They are destroying our Mother Earth. They are destroying our Mother. They need to have respect for Her. We need to walk with respect, especially during these times we are living in now.  I pray hard all this time for this to change.”

love and light, for this we pray… please add in your intentions for our cosm… the things you love, the things that break your heart wide open, those things the still small voice whispers for us to be… in balance, service, joy, respect, harmony, peace and openhearted presence…