Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Drawdé: A Life Lived Fully

I met Drawdé (pronounced draw-day, spoken with a distinctive Eastern European/Russian accent) during an enneagram workshop. It was a very simple 'backwards name' alter ego exercise, that at the time created some trepidation for me about having to perform in front of others.

Edward spelled backwards is Drawde, but it was distinctly clear from the very first moment that this energy, because it clearly felt like a different energy in me, had been waiting for this moment for a long time. My name is Drawdé, I said with strength and confidence I hadn't a moment before been feeling. Not to mention a thick r-rolling accent.

To deepen our sense of our alter ego we were then asked to stand in a line and either step forward or stand still depending on whether our 'character' was a yes or no to the question. For example: Are you over 30 years old? And Drawdé stepped forward. But more interesting than all the responses to the questions, which by the way came quickly and without conscious thought, was the force of his energy within me.

I stood in the line with an excited, expectant energy, as if I were on stage waiting for the curtain to rise on the first night of a big show. Rather than being energized at the idea of being on stage ready to play a role, Drawdé was almost desperate to see the audience. Drawdé loves people! He is fascinated by them. So the raising of the proverbial stage curtain was exciting because of the people who would be revealed. So many faces to see, questions to ask them, glasses of wine to share.

Another exercise we did was to have a few minutes to choose and play with small objects or games, both as ourselves and as our alter egos. I chose a metal puzzle object, and tried to figure out how it worked. I, Edward, wanted to complete its intended task as a game or mental exercise. 

Then it was time for Drawdé to have the object. The object suddenly became not an object of interest, but rather a note of introduction to its creator. I, Drawdé, wanted, earnestly and with great excited joy, to meet the person who had been so powerfully moved that they would create this little invention. I felt overjoyed. As Drawdé I wanted to find this person, ask them, with boundless enthusiasm, Why?! What was happening for you at the time? Where were you??  The feeling was that I must find him or her, make a sumptuous, decadent meal, drink wine, and talk late into the night, until there was no more to say. Which in the moment seemed impossible. I felt full of questions, things I wanted to share and to learn.

The most obvious phrase I remember from the energy of Drawdé was, I love people!! Like a fine, unknown bottle of wine, I want to pop their cork and drink them down in one terrific gulp!  

My words can not convey the energy of Drawdé. I am personally 183 cm tall (6 feet) and weight about 73 kilos (160 lbs)... so, tall and thin. When in touch with the energy of Drawdé I feel the same height, but heavier and stronger. A bear of a man would be an adequate phrase. I have felt this bear-like energy within me. His excitement at meeting people is felt as if he is readying himself to grip a large tree and tear it from the Earth. Exuberant to say the least.

I rarely even think about shopping for clothes, shoes, etcetera. I am grateful that my beloved partner enjoys shopping for me. Now Drawdé on the other hand is a man who loves clothes, fine handmade clothes. I imagine him as having a fairly hefty bag of coins in his pocket, as he shows me the clothes he loves: high leather boots, long tapered coats, waist coats, soft hand tailored shirts and pants, and hats. When I say, 'shows me', I mean that when I feel his energy in me I see myself wearing, and drawn to wearing, this kind of clothing. It is as if Drawdé is from a different time, hence the 'bag of coins' idea. A time when he would have felt most alive. A time of family owned clothiers, hat makers, and the quality items of his local haberdashery!

The two energies of my 'Edwardness' and Drawdé are felt by me as quite distinctly different. Though I am coming to see this is not completely true, the weight of his character still surprises me when it shows up.

I am, by nature, it seems a quiet, soft spoken man. I listen easily and am understanding. As a therapist, I could sit in silence for long periods of time, easily present with others, both in their joy and in their painful trauma. If you know the enneagram you'll understand what I mean when I say I resonate most with the 4 energy, with a 5 wing. At an enlightenment intensive I heard my type 4 dyad partner say, "I am terrified of people", and I realized that I was too. This has changed, but it is part of what has kept me a more solitary, withdrawn type of individual.

Drawdé is, as my beloved has just confirmed, a healthy 4; he embodies confidence, strength, presence, flair, flow and equanimity. Where I might prefer stillness, or perhaps caution, Drawdé rushes toward life, full of receptivity to all that it offers.

Recently, as I joined my beloved Kira and our dear friend Sara for breakfast at Molé, I sat down at the window seat table and felt Drawdé's presence. I was laughing easily and fully, my laughter ringing out in the quarter full restaurant. I could feel how embodied I was, my posture open, my left arm resting heavily upon the back of the empty chair beside me. I made deep eye contact with my dining partners. I scanned the art covered brick walls with curiosity and fascination. I watched a young man walk by on the sidewalk and 'knew' sadly that he would die of cancer. I met the eyes of a young woman carrying an open umbrella as she passed. Her motion, or my experience of her, became slow-motion. Everything slowed down as our eyes met and she walked perhaps 8 feet. Neither of us could look away. Then she rapidly shook her head, looked straight ahead, and vanished from my view. I wanted to jump from my seat, run outside and call her back. I wanted to know who she was, what was happening in her life, what was important to her. I wanted to know what made her so sad inside. Instead, I turned to my table mates and laughed.

At this point our serving person came to our table. I was transfixed! With complete honesty I said, "I don't know why, but I am so glad you are here." She smiled and said, "Probably because I am going to bring you food." I laughed with her, but said, "No, I am truly glad you are here in this moment." Her energy changed as she turned her body to face me. She looked in my eyes and said, "I am glad that you are here too." I knew, in that moment, she meant those words as deeply as I did.  She picked up a 10 peso coin from the table, that I had moments earlier found in my pocket, and asked about it. She then told me about her volunteer work in Mexico. She told me how challenging it had been and how much she loved it. Her words were like succulent fruit. I took them in with delight.

As she became aware of the restaurant and other people, she took our beverage orders and left us. I turned to Kira and Sara, and we all laughed. "I'm Alive!", I said. Though this was quite obvious to them. I shared my experience with them and I felt deeply seen and loved.

When our server returned, I found myself saying this phrase, "My parents named me Edward. What did your parents name you?" She smiled at me and said, "Sundari." I could feel Drawdé's 'pop the cork and drink them down' feeling arising in me. Fortunately Sundari was a willing participant, as she shared the history of her name and her association with its native India.

Normally, as I look at menus at restaurants I become aware of the limitations for my mostly vegan diet, however this time I saw items on the menu I had never seen before. Sundari assured me that the menu had changed only a small amount in recent months, but I was aware that I was seeing it differently. I was seeing all of the possibilities that came with seeing all the ingredients. Rather than choosing a menu item that was vegan, I began to ask her about each of the 'add on' or side dish items; their ingredients, flavours etc. When my choices arrived I was delighted with the combination of tastes and colours. This was me choosing to see all the beauty and choose from its flowing nature.

Drawdé and I are one. He is the healthier manifestation of my 4'ness. He expresses his love for people and for life with great exuberance. Drawdé does not miss a moment; he is embodied and present. I feel his energy as a wise, wise teacher inside me. I feel my willingness to experience life expanding.

I have a strong desire to write from this energy. To let Drawdé speak, live, and share. This is an introduction to what comes next... Drawdé: A Life Lived Fully.

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From the 'teach a person to fish' perspective: 

You may wish to try this alter ego exercise yourself. Spell your first name backwards and say how it sounds out loud. Let the pronunciation arise in you. 

As with Drawdé, you may find an accent gives your name a different energy. You can also choose to spell both your first and middle names backwards, creating one longer name. Be playful, innocent.

Ask yourself some questions to draw out your alter ego's way of being:
How old am I? Am I am male or female? Am I over or under 30 years of age? etc

You will likely find, as I have, that there exists a very healthy, embodied person inside you who is waiting to live a full life.

Enjoy.  

  

Friday, January 10, 2014

We Are All Fukushima


In my morning meditation the world crisis that is Fukushima's nuclear meltdown arose in my awareness. I was aware of both the intense fear that many people are experiencing as well as the amount of unconsciousness that exists about this real threat to everything on the planet.

Briefly, for readers who are not aware, here are the basic facts:
  • On 11 March 2011 a magnitude 9.0 earthquake struck off the coast of Japan, followed by a tsunami that slammed the country’s eastern coast, destroying communities and taking the lives of tens of thousands of people. The event led to the biggest nuclear disaster since Chernobyl in 1986.
  • The earthquake caused the loss of external power at the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant, a site with six reactors. The subsequent tsunami flooded the plant’s back-up diesel generators, causing complete loss of power and leading to a failure of the cooling systems. Due to the lack of cooling, the nuclear fuel was damaged and melted in reactors #1, #2 and #3. The build-up of hydrogen gas due to the damaged fuel resulted in hydrogen explosions in these three units and damaged the containment structure in reactor #4.
  •  The nuclear disaster was rated Level 7 on the International Nuclear Event Scale (INES), the highest rating. Japan’s Nuclear and Industrial Safety Agency (NISA) estimated that the amount of radioactive caesium sent into the atmosphere by the explosions was equivalent to 168 Hiroshima bombs.
  •  More than 150,000 people fled the contaminated areas up to 50km around the Fukushima plant.  The 20km evacuation zone is still off limits; experts expect it will be uninhabitable for decades. Most of those who evacuated from other areas have thus far chosen not to return, due to concerns about radiation, unemployment and fears of living in a ‘ghost town’.
  • A study conducted by scientists from the Woods Hole Oceanographic Society called the Fukushima disaster ‘the largest accidental release of radiation to the ocean in history’. In April 2011, oceanic levels of caesium-137 measured off the coast of the Fukushima Daiichi plant were 50 million times higher than before the disaster.
  • It is reported that at this point, 300 tons of radiation (caesium, strontium, tritium) contaminated water is pouring into the Pacific Ocean from Fukushima every single day.
  • Misinformation, lies, and fear mongering have continued to flow from Japan and the rest of the web connected world since 2011.
While there is a very real threat to the Pacific Ocean's life (all that live in, on, and from) and the West Coast of North America, there is something we can each do to support the health of Mother Nature (which includes us humans).

In my meditation I saw that "we are all Fukushima".

Every day we pour our own version of 'tons of radiation' (toxins) into the emotional body (ocean) of our personal and global existence. Our minds are constantly creating thoughts, ideas, beliefs and perceptions that trigger fearful reactivity. This fear begets contraction. When many of us contract in fear we habitually come out fighting; defending ourselves against real or perceived danger.

While our world is plagued with the wars that result from such fearfully motivated violence against others, much of the time our communities, workplaces, and homes mirror this same inability to differentiate between our minds' fear thoughts and the truth of what is really happening.

We are perpetuating our own destruction in small and big ways. Fukushima is simply another frightening example of humanity's short-term fearful, greedy mind behavior. But we each do this, also in small and big ways.

We let the toxicity of our fears turn into violent reactivity that can no longer be contained. Our false identities (the faces we show the world that do not match our inner experiences) can no longer manage the toxic waste of our thoughts. Our minds (reactors) pour this toxicity into our emotional bodies (the ocean) and we become fearful, angry and strike out at others (meltdown).

Everything we think, feel, and do affects everyone and everything. This I know to be true. We are One, inseparable life force battling against itself.

We have choice.

We can continue to live in fear or we can choose to live in and from Love.

I know both 'fear' and 'Love' are words created by our minds, but they attempt to describe something important about our human existence. These are our only two motivators, fear or Love. We have the ability to choose in each moment from which of these energies we will move in our lives.

Let's get practical...

Higher than normal levels of radiation have been measured in the sand along the San Francisco coastline (most people have seen the youtube video of the geiger counter readings) and blue fin tuna, who travel the Pacific Ocean's currents that run between Fukushima, Japan and North America, are reportedly contaminated with radiation when they reach the West Coast of the U.S.

What can we do? Remembering that we are all Fukushima, the radiation, the danger... and the solution!

Dr. Emoto has, since 1994, been working with water and discovered that polluted water when photographed under a microscope looks like a deformed, dirty blob. And, simply put, when he labelled this water with the word 'Love' it transformed into a snowflake-like crystal. Change that label to 'Hate' and it changed back into a deformed, dirty blob. These tests have been replicated.

Simple. Yes, it is that simple. Change our attitudes, the energy we are directing at ourselves, others and the planet, and we change the molecular structure of all organisms.

Changing our minds is not easy (says our minds). There is truth in this. A habitually spinning wheel will, usually, take some time to slow down and eventually come to a stop. This is part of the reason we offer a weekly meditation gathering; to slow the wheels of our thoughts.

Be playful. How can I be playful when the world is in crisis?! your mind might say. Our minds do not want us to be vulnerable, but it is this playful vulnerability that brings us in touch with our innocence; that little child in each of us who knows it's all magical. The innocent child in each of us knows everything can be changed by changing our thoughts.

One or two simple practices to heal your mind, your body, your relationships, and your world:
  1. Choose activities that nourish you (walks in nature, yoga, meditation, playtime with two-leggeds and four-leggeds)
  2. Choose foods that nourish you (fruits, veggies, clean water, non-GMO products, when possible foods that are grown sustainably and healthily in your community)
  3. Choose to relate to yourself and others in ways that nourish you (stop the fear thoughts, don't listen to fear thoughts of others, including the news, speak about what you love, risk being vulnerable and speak your truth, play)
  4. Choose to change the deformed, dirty blob that your personality may be into the clear, crystal snowflake of your true Being
  5. Label yourself with 'LOVE' (using white medical tape, write words such as LOVE, GRATITUDE, JOY etc on the tape and stick it to your body, your water container, your food dishes, your house, your car, your dog's collar, your fitness center's water fountain, your public buildings)
  6. Finally, label a stone (with non-toxic vegetable based colour) with 'LOVE', or imagine doing so, and go to the ocean or your nearest body of water. With the intention of bringing LOVE to the emotional body of Mother Earth (the oceans, lakes and rivers) place this stone in the body of water with gentleness (do not throw it in, this is a violent act and may hurt a fish, bird, mammal, swimmer).
  7. Offer your experience to your friends and bring LOVE to all our emotional bodies, spreading this intention and this energy all around the globe, and in particular to the Pacific Ocean and to the lands and people of Fukushima, Japan.
  8. Sit together in Love. Pray together in Love. Chant together in Love. Heal together in Love.
Believe this is possible. It is.

Another thing I know for sure is that everything, being One, inseparable, is both light and dark, positive and negative, 'good' and 'bad'. Not one of us is 'better' or 'worse' than another. We each have the ability to choose Loving action, Loving Presence in each moment. Our minds will not agree with this, so don't listen to your fear-based mind.

Listen to your heart and let yourself be moved in Loving action. Now.

With Love,

Edward
Note: The image at the top is my beloved Kira's Healing the Waters of Fukushima and Beyond painting. Flowing out from Fukushima are the words: "We love you; You are beautiful; We delight in your magnificence." Surrounded by intergalactic symbols that Kira received in a dream - 'Written Language of Light' (?).

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Losing the most important person in my life...

I am well aware of how challenging it can be to be present, truly present where everything in this human existence is perfect exactly as it is, no matter what my mind has to say about it. Physical pain, emotional turmoil, mental confusion, and spiritual uncertainty -- hard to find peace, groundedness, Divine in all that (or so my mind says).

I realize that the only thing that keeps me from presence, true presence, is my perception. My perception, my beliefs, my ideas of what is and what is happening directly affect my ability to experience and be in the Truth.

If I believe in my separation from All That Is, in any moment, then I am floating in the middle of my experience, cut adrift from everything that is true.

So, why do I, at any time, listen to my mind when it tells me not to do my yoga, meditation, breath practices? Well, it usually doesn't tell me that. Usually my mind will distract me with something else, something that needs to be done right now. It is easier to move toward the stress place that arises by not being present because it is familiar... comfortably uncomfortable. 

To move toward growth in any moment opens up a whole 'can of worms', Pandora's Box of potentially painful childhood memories, life traumas, feelings of isolation and abandonment. Why would this happen? From the enneagram perspective, this is because in our growth we are moving toward not only our integration, but also our 'soul child'. This is where I may come in contact with those young wounds. But it is through contact with this young self, this wounded soul that I have the ability to know true love for myself. Love is the only way to go into and through this place. My mind does not know love. It is not what it is for.

So, this morning I imagined losing the most important person in my life. Some event took place in my imagination, where she was suddenly gone. Not dead, but missing. Missing.

What would I do? I would search everywhere possible. I would engage the support of friends, family, strangers, police, rescue, mediums, guides... everyone. I would not rest until I found her. No distance would be too great to travel. No physical hardship would be too much to endure. No emotional upheaval would force me to stop searching. No thought, idea, belief or perception (mine or others') would see my search come to an end. I would find her. I would find her no matter what I discovered.

So, why would I not do the same for myself?

I know and have directly experienced my divinity, my expansiveness, my oneness, my consciousness and that of everyone and everything else. Why would I, in any moment, listen to a voice (my ego) that would tell me to follow any distraction rather than seeking to remember who I really am? Because it would be the same thing as giving up my search for the most important person in my life. "You've done enough today. You're tired. Go watch tv," says my mind. Somewhere is my True Self. Why would I allow such a clearly disconnected voice tell me what to do?

Presence. Presence is the answer to every question. How do I find my True Self? Presence. I can't seem to concentrate.. I'm afraid.. I feel so angry.. I don't believe.. What's the point?..... Presence.

Presence brings me into contact with everything. Paradise in a moment. A conscious moment of Presence. One moment after another....

Monday, September 3, 2012

In the Midst of Morning Meditation...

In the Midst of Morning Meditation...

The thought arose this morning, 'What if this is all there is? This one finite life. How would that affect my reality?'

To write, to create
to learn, to investigate
for no one
no glory
no reward
no acknowledgment
no pay cheque
no legacy
no karma
no future
no heaven
no expansion
no enlightenment.

To be, to be
is it possible?

No egoic reactivity
no doing to achieve
anything?

To live fully
in a finite reality.

Isn't that what this is?

Everything is an idea
a perception
a belief
a fear
a hope
an illusion
a dream
from which we either
hope to awaken
or never think about.

What do I know for certain?
Nothing.

Every direct experience
every vision
every voice
every moment of clarity...

What am I really
seeing through
seeing into
seeing?

What level of falseness
what level of illusion
whether preferred
or resisted
am I seeing into
in this moment?

Responsibility
responsibility says
mind says
thought says
these questions
should be shared
should never be shared
others need to know
others couldn't handle it.

Everything is
everything is not.

Does it matter?

Is there a difference
between achieving
success in life,
work, goals
and in achieving
enlightenment?

All the awake ones
die
vanish from
this plane of existence
this reality
this time-space
illusion.

There is no
proof
that anything
is real.

Yet, here I am
or appear to be.

Dog licking paws
lover meditating
fountain bubbling
traffic humming
hand holding pen
reality
illusion
dream
finite
body...
finite
existence.

And my mind asks,
What do we do
now?

Do?

Monday, May 21, 2012

"Conscious Everything"

I had an experience recently that changed everything.

It is so challenging to write about experiences that alter perceptions of reality. Words are so incredibly limited. I want to fall back on Carl Jung's coined word numinous that indicates an experience that can not be put into words, but I believe I can not choose to do that. Some things must be spoken or written about. 'Why?' my mind interjects, 'What is so bloody important about your one tiny experience?'

My writing here began with an "I". That doesn't feel quite right on some level. What wants to be written is, 'This being called Edward, in one moment of time-space reality found itself in direct contact with something that altered its perception of reality and continues to do so'.

Writing like that stems from a desire to separate myself from the 'I', the personality that moves about in this world. I can't do that anymore. I Know there is no separation. I have fallen in love with this embodied experience, this life, in a way I have never done before. I, I am here now and loving it.

It would be more accurate to start this writing with, 'I had a series of experiences over the past 50 years that changed everything.' Yes, that is true.  I want to explore the most recent experience that changed everything.

My tendency is to attempt to describe my experiences by relaying details. I have been guided to understand this strategy actually keeps me from dropping deeply into the interdependent sensory, emotional, mental and spiritual dimensions of what I have experienced. I have been given a series of dyad self-inquiry questions that I will use here to embody more fully, on every level, the experience of meeting Conscious Everything.

The Experience:


Making eye contact with my beloved partner as we sat outside on the deck playing Scrabble, while she talked about something that I can no longer recall, there was a brief flicker of something intense, vast, important, totally grabbing my attention. As I moved my eye contact from her left eye to her right eye something had happened. A glimpse so significant that I stopped listening, stopped breathing, my eyes growing wider as I searched for what I had seen.

Rational, linear thought came to the aid of my momentarily overwhelmed perception and I began to run a search pattern from eye to eye, changing point of focus, depth perception, even pulling my head back slightly to adjust for my eyes' aging and changing capabilities. Then I saw it!

Placing my focus between her eyes and drawing back about one and a half inches I could see both eyes, equally in focus, looking at me. Once again my eyes went wider, my breath caught in my throat, tears began to fill my eyes, and I could feel my mind becoming overwhelmed by the awe of all that I was perceiving.

I could feel energy building in my body as my partner asked me what was happening. I managed to say, "I have to scream," and I ran upstairs to the bedroom where I buried my face in the pillows and screamed until I burst into tears. When I looked up, through tear-filled eyes, to find her sitting looking at me I said, "I have never been here before... I have never been here before." I was scared, outside of my known experience and I did not know what was going to happen next.

With some fear I looked into that focus point again and saw again what I somehow Knew to be Conscious Everything looking back at me, and I began to cry again. I felt such awe, amazement, and wonder. What I KNEW was that Everything That Is was looking out through my beloved partner's eyes AT ME, and that Everything WAS CONSCIOUS!

As I looked at my beloved, golden-white light poured out of her eyes and out of her heart centre. I could feel another scream rising from deep in my being. The awe, the awe threatened to overwhelm my mind and take it offline. Clearly my face and my emotional state communicated a great deal of my experience of being blown wide open, and my beloved smiled at me and said, "Tell me what another is?"  "Another is Conscious Everything," I tearfully said.

Then I heard her say, "What do you see when you look into Whinni's (our dog's) eyes?" Looking into her canine eyes I was hit by the same blast of Conscious Everything. The only difference being the light streaming from Whinni's eyes were many shades of browns and earth tones. Tears flowed from my eyes in joy and amazement.

I felt exhausted, exhilarated, empty, full, separate and in union. I got to my feet and looked in the mirror and with surprise found Conscious Everything looking back through my eyes. Not as easy to see or maintain, but there nonetheless. The reality of Conscious Everything looking out through these three sets of eyes, at ME, forced me to realize that I AM CONSCIOUS EVERYTHING. As is everyone, everything.

I have had numerous experiences of being completely aware of not being separate from anything (e.g. the tree and I are One), but never had Everything in a singular consciousness looked back at me from the eye's of what I had been perceiving as an individual separate being, my partner, or anyone else. EVERYTHING! Every tiny energy unit in the entire Cosmos was in that moment being perceived, experienced as unified, ONE, and Conscious!

Conscious Everything feels, to me, as an energy of awe itself, looking out in its own wonder, but not surprise or curiosity, and smiling warmly, a gentle, loving presence. There is no fear in Conscious Everything.

My mind gravitates toward metaphor:  Imagine holding your arm straight out in front of you, parallel to the ground, with your palm facing away from you, as if you are saying, 'Stop!'  The palm of my hand is 'me', my personality that moves through the world in this heavier, denser state of being human; much of the time not completely aware of being in touch with All That Is. My arm and top of hand are Conscious Everything, complete stillness while also in movement, One with Everything and completely Aware.

Only in being present can 'I' become aware of Conscious Everything. And, only by making presence my moment to moment practice can I stay in contact with Conscious Everything, and BE the presence looking out through my eyes.

As I write these words I feel like Jodie Foster's character in the movie Contact when she says, "They should have sent a poet." I want to write, paint, dance, sing, cook, laugh, cry, all at the same time to try to communicate this experience.

Conscious Everything is Vast, beyond that word's ability to convey vastness, while at the same instant, Immediate Conscious Presence. And, this is the kicker, Conscious Everything is here right now as I write, as you read, looking out through our eyes, present in every moment, seeing, feeling, knowing, being, whether we have eye sight as we understand it or not. It is not separate from the writer or the reader, IT IS us, we are IT.

Q: What did I become aware of that I wasn't aware of before?
  1. There is a Conscious Everything, present in every moment, accessible to the I AM experiencer
  2. Another is Conscious Everything
  3. I am Conscious Everything
  4. Everything, everywhere, in every time and every space, is conscious, aware of everything else in the same moment... Everything Aware of Itself

Q: How does this awareness impact my experience of others, my life, and myself?
  1. I can't look at anyone without knowing they are Conscious Everything
  2. I can't, for very long, believe in my own smallness, limited capacity, stories of fear that would try to convince me I am unconscious nothing
  3. I have to BE. Only 'doing' that arises out of Being is worth doing
  4. I feel a strong determination to Remember fully Who I Am through Being in the moment
  5. I accept that others may not know they are Conscious Everything, and have their own way and their own timing for waking up to this awareness
  6. When I see Conscious Everything looking out from another's eyes while they are in the midst of their fears or limited mind beliefs my capacity to Love expands and tears flow freely, and there is nothing to 'do'
  7. I choose to treat this being called Edward with greater respect, greater reverence, since he is my personal vehicle for Conscious Everything in this human experience
Q: What is the significance of this for you?
  • When I am in touch with my personality self I notice I feel smaller
  • When I am in direct contact with Conscious Everything, which happens most easily through the eye contact with another, I feel fearless, joyful, and one with All That Is
  • I strongly sense everything has fundamentally changed
Q: What am I curious about as I sit with this?
  • Can this be taught or transmitted?
  • What will unfold from this knowing?
  • Can these two questions exist when only Being is necessary?

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

What's happening?

Everything is waiting patiently for me to listen.
Everything is resting in stillness while I thrash about in fear, confusion, resistance, and stories.
Everything is.
Simple.

Dreams of water
forgetting
denying my own needs
struggling
water everywhere
panicking
calling for help
locking eyes with the beloved
drowning
remembering
everything
everything is.

Tell me who you are.

in this moment i am:
stillness
in this moment i am:
thinking
in this moment i am:
mind
in this moment i am:
breath
in this moment i am:
quiet
in this moment i am:
nothing
in this moment i am:
listening
in this moment i am:
taste
in this moment i am:
embodied
in this moment i am:
aware
in this moment i am:
gong
... i am.
thank you

Monday, October 10, 2011

Momentarily my mind goes quiet

It is 6:30 in the morning. Fall darkness envelops the world outside the thin glass pane that is the window of the old house in which I sit. The rumpled sheets and quilt of my bed, still warm from sleep; a sleep abandoned now for writing. I am aware of the danger in the night; the unconscious actions of those who would seek to win some power or some piece of land their minds hold as valuable. Not just across the world somewhere, as my own mind would have me believe, but also in this seemingly quiet city I have called home for most of 49 years. Here there are those who seek to steal what appears to belong to others; as if anything ever truly belongs to any of us. Be it possessions that may be turned to cash or drugs, they move out there mostly unaware of the darkness they contribute to, the darkness they carry within themselves. The veil of unconsciousness we all carry within us as our human birthright.

Traffic sounds reach me from across the inlet; lights moving swiftly along the highway. Where do they go? The world obviously does not come to a complete standstill because it is a recognized holiday, but as I watch the lights move in both directions north and south I am once again struck by the endless, futile movement of humanity. Our doing, or undoing perhaps, as we listen to our minds. Why do we listen? Is there really anything the endless chatter and bullying judgments have to offer? Or do we listen simply because the alternative is the silence of the unknown; the place where our fears linger?

I am listening. I want to know what my mind is saying. Not because I believe its lies, or wish to become entangled in its stories. I listen because I know, I feel in my bones, that my mind's rantings are fueled by tiny kernels of truth.

Listening I hear the attacks against the hearth of my worth, my value, my realness. In this moment, unlike many other moments, the fire that burns in the center of me, this awareness that I am, wavers only briefly. Only briefly do I feel my belly tighten, twist, and shrink at the words. Fraud, it says. Inauthentic, it shouts. Momentarily my mind goes quiet, assessing the damage.

It has just begun to rain. I love the sound of rain on the roof. Always have. I can feel into the cleansing that is taking place; all that was is washed by all that is, preparing for all that will be.

I feel peace in this moment. Peace, no matter what is happening in the rest of the world. In this second of time, and in this thin sliver of space, I am a dream character typing away on a magic box, my fingers moving, clicking, as forms appear on the dimly lit screen in front of me.

Who am I? What am I? I have heard from my mind and have survived its latest attempt to diminish my presence. How can I be a fraud as it claims? I have to think or believe that I am something in particular in order to be a fraud, do I not?

My beloved, and twenty-five other souls, are already awake as she supports them and their sleep-addled minds to contemplate those questions: Who am I? What am I? What is another? What is life? What is love? Away in the early morning darkness, in her own tiredness, she has risen, ringing the gong, reciting the words, Good morning, this is the third day of your enlightenment intensive. And those sleepy seekers rise, put on rumpled clothes, brush their teeth, toss water over their faces, and make their way through the darkness and light rain to the dyad room where they will sit in pairs, across from one another to give and receive their instructions: Tell me who you are....

Our minds are, at times, like demons surfacing out of the murkiness of sleep, out of the confusion of unexplored dream states, scared in their discomfort and angered by their own fears. You are ME!, they shout at us. Look away! Stop this foolish questioning. You will never find the answers you seek without ME!, they cry out.

Where is the kernel of truth I alluded to earlier? I am not my mind! That is not who or what I am, says a voice inside us. But who is speaking? What is the truth?

It is 7:10 and the damp, grey morning begins to reveal itself. Silouettes of fir and garry oak trees, for a brief moment, give the appearance of peering in my second story window, momentarily unaware of the increasing sounds of traffic on the highway and the presence of rain dripping from their branches.

The truth is my mind can not tell me what truth is. My mind can not solve any of the problems it has created with its chatter and its bullying. It does not have the ability to contemplate itself. Its only skill is its ability to play every role in the dramatic piece of theater it has written for me. Making me both participant and audience. But only if I choose to stay in the theater.

The kernels of truth, the nuggets of brilliance that make any play worthy of stage and screen are why I sit in the theater, why I venture onto the stage. The writer of my plays, my mind, does not realize that it unwittingly shows me the way out of my own dramas in the very words, the multitude of plots it creates.

When I listen. When I listen carefully, with discrimination, with a willingness, a deep devotion to knowing Who I am, I can hear the kernels of truth. Wrapped in layers of story, lies, judgments, both beautiful and horrible, rests a tiny truth about who and what I am.

As the hands of the clock move and night becomes day here where I sit, somewhere else in this world darkness descends out of the illumination of day. Consciousness and unconsciousness dance or struggle with each other. Humans knowingly or unwittingly decide Will I love today or will I hate? In reaction and fear we either unconsciously listen to our mind's incessant barrage or we consciously choose, in love, to mine the depths of those stories, those dramas, for the nuggets of truth that lay hidden there.

You are a fraud!, my mind has whispered, has shouted at me over almost five decades of this human experience. And, for much of that time I have believed every word it has said to reinforce this lie. Why? Because it is so compelling. I long to be real and authentic, but I am never told what those words really mean. But now I see the truth. I see the kernels of essential truth that make up the core of every mind attack, every personality stance, every role I have ever played in the comedic tragedy that has been this life.

These truths reveal themselves slowly, willingly, even lovingly, but only when I listen, watch, with openness and fearlessness. Otherwise they are almost impossible to see. Our minds are highly skilled, but not very bright in what they do. They repeat the same old lies, the same old judgments, and they work much of the time because, like advertisers, our minds realize that repetition creates habitual beliefs and perceptions.

Fraud? The kernel of truth in that oft repeated word is that we are all frauds. We are all pretending to be tiny insignificant human personalities moving about our seemingly flat roads, on our seemingly round planet, in our seemingly finite existence. And, with the insistence of our minds, we are continually afraid we will fall off the edge of our flat one-dimensional story line. And, like the ancient explorers in their wooden boats, we can sail into unknown waters with courage, knowing that our mind maps will tell us There be monsters here, and all the while, if we are lucky we may just sail off the edge of our known worlds into the truth of Who and What we are.

I am determined to let loose the lines that hold my ship to the shore, to venture out into unknown waters, face the monsters that arise and demand they reveal the truths hidden in their bellies. And, when I find a quiet moment, when the seas have calmed and the wind stilled, I will listen once again to the rain as it falls and washes the previous moment away, and I will open my being to the next moment that arises.

Care to join me?

E.