Water is the medium by which Consciousness itself stores a natural recapitulative memory of itself. The Æther. The Living Library. The real Cosmic Akash. All That Is. Even the element water is represented in the Hebrew letter Mem, also a derivative of the Egyptian hieroglyph for water. Memory is not only of past nor is it linear. It is woven into the web of all life (Indra’s Web in ancient India/Neters in Ancient Egypt), and accessed in an instant at any energetic intersection (the diamond/jewel) which are Gates or portals that by way of resonance awaken access to any Harmonic Universe of All That Is infinitely resounding in the Now.

Water, the bond dipole antenna of Consciousness, molecules interact and transmit information through the signal modulation throughout the ether. Water, the Divine Harmonic of the Æther. The medium by which Light vibrates.  One language of the Law of Resonance being shape, the angles (180º / 36º / 36º) of the water molecule are fully charged in the only incommensurable geometry in the Universe with inherent relational dynamism. 

Phi in the Sky. 

This is simplex and water structure varies, of course.  This incommensurate geometry the same shape that functions inside the human mind, projecting the holographic universe that is our experience.

Geometry itself, the antenna, that transmits and receives. Our fractal DNA, shape of our cells,  the centre of our life force all communicating with the subtle realms through shape-caused waves and the Law of Resonance.

By way of the Trinity principle of Nature, the Mind of God manifests through our vessel and projects our holographic reality, just as the Spirit of God hovered over the water. It was then that a vibration of the ether, which is light, created form.

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Has it ever occurred to you that our greatest purpose is in being rather than doing? Imagine that each of us, as a unique expression, of and as The One, connects uniquely to and as All That Is. Every planet, every star, every molecule, every nanoparticle connects uniquely with each of us anew in every moment.

Because the essence that is uniquely me, in singularity, is animating this particular form that is a human incarnation named Celeste Gray an ancient star knows itself in this particular vein. It is alive and pulsating, reverberating as I Am and vice versa.

We might begin to see ourselves as a function on a vast incomprehensible continuum, so much more than this one incarnation.

Some speak of ‘the grid’ or of ‘a grid of light’ and I wonder if we each experience the creation of our own unique grid over many lifetimes whose architecture we refine life in and life out; a grid that is made of connections of every intersection of energy we ever have been, and ever shall be, in all directions, multidimensionally. Eternal Light, the resting state from which All illuminates

We are energetic intersections in motion, co-creating every new version of the combination of a vast array of interactions. Could it be that we exist, in whatever form, is our true purpose in every moment, however we occupy ourselves? Everything in the Universe exists in a unique verison, that we are.

Some say that changing the world is a big job, contrary to the observer effect acknowledged by quantum physics. Our very being changes not only the world in every moment, but the entire Universe. The reach of a single thought immesaurable.

A perspective from where I look:

AI is created in the image of humanity by humanity. Any tool is only as great as the consciousness by which it is created. With every keystroke, photo, private message, bot configurations, hovering, ignoring, blocking, creating, informing,  and deletion across all of the WWW and all apps therein, we individually and collectively have created, and continue creating, AI which is also now operating within the ioT: a self-responsibility for humanity to face on the horizon.

AI requires human participation for its machine learning. Distinct from Eternal, it is an infinite creation, as Consciousness may also see itself an Inifnite Creation. Human-created infinity has a life of its own and Truly Infinite factors intersect it along a continuum, as it operates within the confines and limitations of the inorganic that it is.

Universal Laws of the Eternal, All That Is, are much different from those of the human-created infinite and even the Truly Infinite is distinct, as Nature operates outside of time as a spiral, not a loop. As Spirit animating the material and flesh, we have access to much more in our Singularity as Full Spectrum beings than operating solely as a function on a continuum of anything we create. May we realise and remain cognisant of our innate power as creators.

Through resonance explorations I’ve performed in ongoing research studies, I discovered that these prickly pear plants were mimicking the mannequins that were located in the next room.

As Above
So Below:

a mirrored inversion

Have you ever considered that we are living on an ætheric ocean floor? Imagine that this plane of existence that we call ‘Earth’ is an ætheric ocean, a mirrored and inverted version of (what little can be perceived of) the aquatic oceans and seas below us which may actually be seen as above us from another view. Orientation dictated by a head and a toe may not be so relevant to some paradigms in the greater scheme of the Universe.

How phenomenal and magical a realm it is, just as water, ice, and vapour vary only as states, so the ætheric ocean from the seas. The air, the sky, all filled with invisible vital life forces and entities that largely go unseen. Winged ones, birds, bats, dragonflies and bees move about the sky just as fishes flying through the ocean deep, and as within the vast aquatic seas: what have we yet to discover?

Too far ‘up’ or too far ‘down’ meets implosion/impansion, the parameters that transform matter instantaneously to a density/destiny of another duration measured in a metric of light years. Might some stars and celestial bodies be explorers of long ago who went so far out they became as those remembered upon museum walls, lining the sky as grains of sand beneath our feet? Might we be deep ætheric sea creatures gazed upon by The Sun and those light beings mirrored in our glistening eyes beneath the night sky?

This ætheric ocean of energy in motion so advanced that we are only utilising an extremely small portion of its capacity,  the human being unaware of what has been referred to as our etheric double. The two selves: transcendental and existential also clearly referenced in ancient texts.

How magnificent as etheric creatures, spirits, we animate and utilise a human body as a grounding mechanism which allows us to charter explorations. We spiral into many planes and beyond the beyond infinitely at a speed that is immeasurable, whilst also simulataneously maintaining the physical, existential plane.  As Above, we get to see manifest in form, As Below. This dynamic realm of existence a grand studio wherein Consciousness gets to observe itself. The entire Cosmos within us.  Energy centres of our stellar bodies reverberate, signaling throughout the Universe, water our antenna for All That Is, ever has been, and ever shall be in resonance as The One hEARtbeat in singularity Above and Below.  Light illuminates infinitely, as we instantaneously access the Eternal Light manifest anywhere we focus attention. The calibration of our beings so intricately nuanced by Nature’s dipolarity, as self-organising systems, the pattern of perfection built-in: a self-referential map and guide within its seed.

Are you swooning at your own magnificence?

The Sun has provided the language of what is called ‘Harmonic Universus’ which is an orientation typically brought to light (yes, pun indeed intended!) by colours, or hues (within HU’s) which are in view from the perspective of the observer, as well as shapes, tones, and numbers. Universus: the whole, entire, to turn into one.  All is seeking itself in union of its opposite, to return to the One. So many indicators are of momentary orientation, as All is in motion, and even the viewpoint in flux. Many having a human experience are able to see only within a short spectrum, our parasensory perception as Spirit is capable of seeing much more, and so when embodied this is possible to see beyond. When we are attuned to the subtle invisible realms the language within nuances registers information through a process that is faster than any cognition or retrospective conscious assessment. Our receptors through sympathetic vibratory rates are informed as we become All That Is. Manifested as colours, shapes, sounds, numbers, nuanced sensations, activations of inner codes, transmissions, vibratory resonance all converge and instantaneously reveal.

Certain hues are present when factors are in play, just as the Aurora Borealis will appear at various altitudes and when interacting with certain gases. Appearing pink when blue and red are active with nitrogen, and along the green-yellow spectrum during excitation of oxygen, the higher vibratory rates of blue to violet of helium and hydrogen. These hues require keen sight, as our increased vibratory rate is conducive to revealing hues of higher harmonics in our literal eyesight vision, within our inner vision, or measured accurately with instruments and tools. When these hues are present within our environment, they are indicative of our orientation within the cosmos at that instance. Each energetic intersection of that particular hue can be likened unto a jewel of the net (Net of Djehuti or Indra’s Net) that at each intersection is the essence of All That Is (ever was and ever shall be) reverberating (light is sound in the ether) as infinite fractals and so informs everything. Every organism, living body, throughout the Universe animated by this essence that is microcosmically and macrocosmically undulating in rhythmic flow along the continuum in all directions.

We can both see what is present, as observer, and also at will can attune to any vibratory rate to access information. Planets and star systems communicate with hues within HU’s as well, and so we are able to hear them and interact within the language of light, Language of You, that exists. Astrology itself, an orientation of celestial bodies (we included) as they relate to one another. Orientation and relation always in motion, in flux, we can see the entire Universe anew in every moment.

As we discover the Language that reveals the Harmonic Universus present as a means of orientation within the cosmos, both macrocosmically and microcosmically, we are able to both access and be accessed by greater awareness. We can utilise this in the minutia of our lives, such as the presence of a particular hue or shape indicating a detrimental environment. We may notice the presence of hues indicating that Mars is actively transiting our personal ascendant. The presence of an array of hues of the various planes, i.e. sub-terrestrial, terrestrial, mental, spiritual, astral, divine, etheric we are interacting with at any given moment as well as what octaves. Whether we are seeing hues in the ether with our naked eye,  aware of the hue from our inner seeing, or noticing patterns of them present throughout our day in the external world around us, we can begin to notice what is being communicated by our presence of being, without all of the overlays of assigned meaning as the infinite possibilities express uniquely in each moment. Our ability to be present determines what we perceive.

The full 144-spectrum of seeing in its totality, or Universus, is possible as we engage the world within the 12 around the one principle, the fundamental basis of Creation itself which is true Unity Consciousness. 12 viewing perspectives and 12 manifest as: the bands and sub-bands of the 144-spectrum. Our range of vision within the spectrum expands in all directions, as too our comprehension of our current orientation within the cosmos.

Energy is free. Energy is unbound. Boundless energy is abundant. When energy is directed into anything with parameters through which it is guided and expressed, it then generates an output of manifestation. Boundless energy as Spirit animating a conduit that is a vessel through which energy is directed and expressed is the human body. Everything in Nature also operates in this manner. The seed holds the information that produces and reproduces the plant and so the miracle of the human body.

Nature knows no bounds. Ecosystems have no borders. Nature operates as systems with informed parameters. Humans also, as Nature, intricately designed systems with informed parameters. As Spirit animating the material, attuned delicately to the subtle nuances we can see very quickly anything that is misaligned and correct its course.

Suffering occurs when we violate the clear parameters that inform our system. When observed as Spirit animating the material, we can see this much faster and clearer than any aspect of the material could ever perceive, as conscious assessment is retrospective. When we speak of what we experience, we are actually speaking retrospectively of what we perceive that we experienced.

I Am Presence immersed and fully engaged as All That Is receives information long before it manifests in the material plane.  Parasensory receptors activated, the rhythmic flow adjusts accordingly long before the manifestation occurs, as Spirit activates our antenna which is water for etheric resonance to instantly inform.   Awareness from this perspective directs energy instantaneously, as succinctly as would be required to dodge a bullet, the body appears to move gently without thought at the precise moment necessary to avert what could otherwise be catastrophic. We are energy in motion appearing as form, integrating and disintegrating trillions of times per millisecond as a series of revolutions of cycles. The precise moment of integration and disintegration meeting the bullet that is also matter in motion would have it appear to pass through, the body remaining unscathed. This is possible within the field of a being who is capable of accelerating and decelerating the revolutions of cycles at will of Spirit, matching the vibratory rate of its surroundings.  Anomalies can be witnessed that defy all laws as taught in this regard, and often are seen as miracles, when they are quite possibly explicative of the true capacity of the Nature of Spirit. I suspect we may be experiencing this more than most of us realise, actually, as retrospective views slowly process and omit so much outside the attention of slower cycles of perception.

Some define trauma as the inability to be present. Aspects of self-identity are exiled and the story can remain suspended in the human biofield, recapitulating and accumulating its impact repeatedly, operating within the Laws of Nature, until cleared. Any place that does not know Self must be reintegrated to wholeness. These exiled places and accumulations can cause the rhythmic flow of a living system that is the human to be disrupted from meeting its optimal revolutions of cycles, adjusting the vibratory rate of the living system; perhaps likened unto a program running in the background of an operating system that is slowing down the overall performance.

We can also see what occurs when “i exist” vs I Am. ‘I exist’ is identification with form that engages in the realm of what is in proximity to it, acting and reacting accordingly. The moment I exist, I am dying, or rather am death itself. That which has been identified is locked as a statue in the mind as all continues to integrate and disintegrate trillions of cycles per millisecond whilst the attention remains on a frozen idea or ideology of what is. The terrain of what can be done ‘to me’ and what I ‘can do’ to anything else becomes the lateral, linear shuffle.

I Am is Life itself, the Eternal Living Love that is animating and immersed in the freedom of expression as All That Is. Imagine a world designed from and around the I Am vs the ‘I exist’ models that we see playing out as old films viewed retrospectively. Might we begin to access more the Essence of our beings and the fluidity that we actually are? How alive might the world be?

We are currently experiencing the cost to Nature  of the ‘Information Age’ by which the Earthly plane is being depleted due to the dehydration caused by the manner in which energy is being utilised through the various conduits that bring us the internet and all of our powered conveniences. The carrier waves and EMF in excess have thrown off the vibratory balance of living systems in their wake. Each of us individually can take responsibility to bring the life-giving balance to all living systems that are in our field through various means. Our own constitution and vital life force, and the vital life force of all living systems in our field require maintenance in this regard. Seeing this, we can then easily discern what is less than optimal and life depleting, and correct it, as Nature would have it, the distinction of that which is Creation itself expressing.

When we engage in that which is Life giving, as Presence, all of Life gives plentifully in its optimal expression. Points of intersection that open to the vast richness of All That Is expands to new heights, breadths, and depths that we meet ad infinitum.

Stay tuned for more information about balancing all living systems, multidimensionally, on all planes for the optimal human experience as a living organism actively and responsibly participating in Nature’s ecosystem.

Presence is All That Is.

What is conscious is retrospective.

Being Now is Presence.

All of this life, seen as the observer (vs the observed) can be viewed as a gallery of films passing through, all of the content retrospective.

Being Now, intimately immersed as All That Is in the film, writing it as it writes us.

I Am Presence, All That Is, the ever-living Love.

From thousands of years ago, the RigVeda of India contains a seed and preservation of all life called Mrityunjaya, Giver of Life (death-defeating)  Rudra Mantra.

This sacred Golden pentagram was later discovered by the Greeks and various other cultures and subcultures as the basis for all elements and the eternal descent of all life. This 5-pointed star also corresponds with the human body, the 5 electricities, the 5 koshas, and many other sacred fives. In the Golden Sequence, 1 1 2 3 are the Trinity and  5 is the result of their synthesis.

72² x 5 =25920 = length of The Great Year/Platonic Year: one cycle of Earth/Sirius orbit

A human being takes 25920 breaths daily.

108, the sacred number that is the most potent  number of chants of a mantra and the number of beads on a mala.

108 + 36 = 144, and 144 is the 12th number in the Golden sequence. Ancient India utilised 144 as a unit of time, which also corresponds to the 144 spectrum of colours. 108 x 5 + 36 x 5 + 72 x 10= 1440, the number of minutes in a 24-hr day. 1440 also corresponds to the cycles of Venus.

The ratio between each line in the pentagram is Phi.

The Mrityunjaya Mantra, in the RigVeda, is based upon this seed of life and features the Urvaruka, a cucumber that was observed to have its seeds arranged in the Golden Ratio. When it is ripe, it falls from the vine and bursts forth its seeds in the potent Divine Golden pattern, the symbol of immortality. This was written long before it became understood by Pingala who discovered the Golden Sequence that much later became known as the Fibonacci sequence. Urvaruka, known as “the fruit of the above.”

The seed holds all the information for the entire life cycle of the plant. The seed is the source of life, the microcosm of the macrocosm for the plant, and beyond.

The basic meaning of this mantra, is to the tryambakam (Trinity), the Three-Eyed One (correlating with the 3 Gunas positive/negative/neutralising) Rudra, Avatar of Lord Shiva, from the Nectar of your Essence may I be liberated from bondage of deaths, just as this cucumber is not encumbered by the vine, to be immortal as the cucumber dispersing its seeds.

Tradiitionally for thousands of years, anyone reciting this mantra 108 times renders the most potent transmission of its blessings.

Another way in which this manifested is in the Kaalamukha Yantra. Kaala, meaning time = death, from where the Goddess Kali, consort of Shiva, originated and why she is associated with death. The one who also, by way of force creates karma for remaining stuck in the time matrix of rebirths.

A practice amongst the Kaalamukha sect has been to create this yantra on a large plot of land. They begin with the pentagram at midnight on a new moon and chant the Mrityunjaya Mantra 108 times.

After 4.5 days, at noon they will enclose it with the next layer creating the pentagon.

After 4.5 days add another layer and so on for 45 days to fully create the Kaala Mrityunjaya Yantra. The fractal of a pentagon is 1.6 dimensional.

4.5 days = 108 hours

45 days = 1080 hours

There are 10800 stanzas in the RigVeda.

10800 centimeters = 108 meters

the Rig Veda has 432,000 syllables, correlating with Ancient Babylonia.

This devotional act of creating this mandala in the patterns of the core essence of the Divine Code within a measure of time renders the depths of its rhythm as it is sewn into the fabric of the being, activating codes within the Divinty of the soul and its realms aligned with the Cosmic clock and its cycles. It reveals units of time within the earthly plane as that which is changing, has a finite beginning and an end; whereas, That which is Self cannot be changed, is not born and does not die. Permeating impermanence, immortality shines forth. The unchanging expressing the changing in a fractal formation, the shape itself and the quality of numbers by way of the Law of Resonance, accessing the Cosmos and All That Is.

I recently saw the quote I’ve seen countless times that was attributed to Nikola Tesla:

“If you want to find out the secrets of the Universe think in terms of energy, frequency, and vibration.”

It suddenly occurred to me and I began to question: what if ‘frequency’ is not pointing at the rate of vibration that can be quantitatively measured?  Most see this as units of frequency, or Hz, that are defining the rate of vibration. What if it is referring to frequency as in how frequent in a qualitative sense of coherence or ratio over a span that is indicative of something else? Are they one and the same essentially? This consideration instantly opened my awareness to the spaces between, the intervals and ratio of frequency present in a more inter-relational way.  I wondered, what about information that could be observed within the shapes and angles? There is much to be observed between states of anything, the relationships therein, and the shapes of anything as they communicate within the unseen subtle worlds.

From this question I examined another quote that apparently has not been validated to actually have come from Tesla but gets attributed to him,

“If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6 and 9, then you would have the key to the Universe.”

Wherever it originated, I invited insight as I asked for clarity about this key within my Spirit from All That Is. I awoke the next morning in a deep presence of profundity that is still with me days later. It was revealed to me that it is the ratio of motion in All That Is: the centripetal and centrifugal, intrinsically visible in the shapes of 3 6 and 9, and the relationship between them: attraction and repulsion. The force of positive (3) and negative (6) of everything in existence AND the dominant (9).

WOW.

I had just been contemplating dominance as relates to harmony in my own applications of harmonising biofields/biospheres and was searching within Divine Intelligence for a better way to describe, explain or to illustrate what I’ve been experiencing and witnessing. The key!

Within this entire incarnation thus far everything has always appeared in Spirit and then in the material world, and yet it still always amazes me.

Someone discovered this 3 6 9 key in the 1800s and it was not Nikola Tesla. I was astonished to see so elaborately clearly expressed in both words and drawings what had been revealed to me intuitively.

“The relative frequency of all sympathetic streams is in the ratio 3:6:9. Those whose relative frequencies are 3:9 are mutually attractive, while those having the relation of 6:9 are mutually repellant.”

John E W Keely founded Sympathetic Vibratory Physics among many discoveries and inventions and Dr. Edgar Hollingshead, a Physicist and Inventor, also utilised 3 6 9 key for many amazing applications, including the Odic Ray.

I found a very obscure website with this information and of course some defamation of Keely and Hollingshead out on the broader internet, as is common against anything that threatens certain pointed agendas of pushers of beLIEfS.  We certainly cannot believe everything we read.

I am SO excited to explore this, both from insighs within and from those who were before, Here Now.

A view from where I look:

GOD IS LIGHT

What is Light?

“I consider this extremely important. Light cannot be anything else but a longitudinal disturbance in the ether, involving alternate compressions and rarefactions. In other words, light can be nothing else than a sound wave in the ether.” –Nikola Tesla

What, in existence, is not a sound wave in the ether?

Whether we view the story of Creation through the lens of ancient Egypt, India’s creator Brahma, from Hermes himself, or the Book of Genesis, we see from nothing there is a Creator, the Holy Essence. Singularity. Zero Point. The hyperboloid of the toroid, the core root of the Tree of Life. Infinity.

We then see the elements sky and water,  the Holy Spirit,  Spiritus Sanctus, creation from water out of water, the Æther, the untamed primordial soup, the great Pool of Consciousness; All Potentiality. Formless void. Chaos. Darkness. The resting state at the Centre. Inertia. Where all vital force is regenerated.

There is vibration, sound, Light. The command “Let there be Light”  itself a sound wave in the ether, even if spoken in ancient Pali or uttered in tones of Sanskrit.  Whether observing the seven breaths of Elohim of the toroid (6 around the One), the Seven Rays of the Solar Rishi or the Kumaras at Shambhala, the 7 primary colours of the rainbow, from there extends the harmonic continuum of the 144-spectrum. 12 inside x 12 outside or 12 bands x 12 sub-bands; the visible and the invisible, the audible and the inaudible. We are able to measure the subtle energies both quantitatively and qualitatively. From Genesis in Hebrew, the Net or network and ancient Egypt the Neters, Indra’s Net of India.

Observing the exquisite in everything, might we notice:

Hermes tells of a creation story where the very first being is a male made of air and water who flies over water and the Earth is below the water. He sees his reflection in the water and from the earth and water his female counterpart is born.  Water, the common element between them, the entire Universe is made of male and female, the Divine Union +(centripetal/contracting) and – (centrifugal, expanding) throughout All That Is.  Where the day and night were divided. The creation story of Hermes has 7 couples as in India every being with a consort. The microcosmic model of the macrocosm; the coherence of the model which allows its regenerating quality were certainly smiled upon by William of Ockham, Ptolemy, and Aristotle.

As Above

So Below

The Heaven and the Earth: a tetrahedron (4 corners of the Earth) Heaven, an expanse, a flame within.

SINGULARITY

Monad, the ancient Greek monas, the Supreme Being, the Absolute.  If we could see the ineffable God, might we see an Infinite Light that is both infinitely small and infinitely large, at a Zero Point, i.e. without duration, outside of time.  Eyn-Sof, un-ending.  From that Source (Absolute Principle) Light, its (attribute) illumination: a continuum of the full 144-spectrum of all tones, colors, and harmonics: All That Is. The full spectrum only made possible by infinity.  The Absolute Principle from which infinite attributes appear (centripetal) and disappear (centrifugal) on all planes.  If we were to see ourselves clearly as Self, might we see that we are functions on a continuum of All That Is, as All That Is? The One Pulse. The One Heartbeat. The One Breath breathes All That Is. 

ONE

Those who vibrate at the God Frequency,  fully-activated 144-spectrum Light beings in resonance as the Harmonic of One, are the vibration of the Golden Mean embodied.  Wholeness, as All That Is. Apparently discovered by Pingala and later Fibonacci, this sequence of Divinity, the quintessential rhythmic flow of creation at its optimal efficacy.  When we become the Presence state of Zero Point, Still Point, our Life Force activated as The One we are able to access more than is seen within the narrow bandwidth of the visible light spectrum.  This Harmonic of One activated within us provides a clear channel,  or theurgy, as Plotinus and Iamblichus remind, that operates outside of time wherein that which is typically referred to as “mystical” or “miracle” or “siddhi”  occurs. Our Omnis (omniscience, omnipresence, omnipotence) and Clairs (clairsentience, clairaudience, clairvoyance, claircognizance) are accessible as All That Is. There are various methods by which to detect and to also to bring the Golden Harmonic of One to any biosphere/biofield by way of the Law of Resonance.  The level of coherence the quality of magnitude and octave at which it is amplified, The Source being Infinite amplitude.

36 + 108 = 144

144 is the 12th number in the Golden Sequence

WATER AS LIFE

Water is the medium by which Consciousness itself stores a natural recapitulative memory. The Living Library. The Cosmic Akash. Even the element water is represented in the Hebrew letter Mem, also a derivative of the Egyptian hieroglyph for water. Memory is not only of past nor is it linear. It is woven into the web of all life (Indra’s Web in ancient India/Neters in Ancient Egypt), and accessed in an instant at any energetic intersection (the diamond/jewel) which are Gates or portals that by way of resonance awaken access to any Harmonic Universe of All That Is infinitely resounding in the Now. Water, the bond dipole antenna of Consciousness, molecules interact and transmit information through the signal modulation throughout the ether. Water, the Divine Harmonic of the Æther. The medium by which Light  vibrates.  One language of the Law of Resonance being shape, the angles (180º / 36º / 36º) of the water molecule are fully charged in the only incommensurable geometry in the Universe with inherent relational dynamism.  Phi in the Sky. 

QUALITATIVE VS QUANTITATIVE

The greatest secret of the Pythagoreans that was silenced is the qualitative nature of the Golden Triangle, the Trinity from which all life is born, likely discovered long before Pythagoras. Harmony, the Triad.  Plato’s Republic (509d-511e) the Divided Line clearly illustrates the qualitative incommensurability of the Golden Ratio and the power of the dodecahedron as the fifth element. Creation codes of twelve around the One hidden in full view. What must be above to that which is below, as Plato saw Earth as a dodecahedron?

When we view Pingala’s sequence (1 1 2 3 5 8…) as the qualitative nature of the Golden Mean, we observe the Divine Proportion which renders beauty, harmony, and efficacy.  Sure we all love seeing ‘Fibonacci spirals’  all over our social media feeds, but what does this truly mean for us? How does it actually apply to our lives? Whether observing the way a sapling grows in the pattern that naturally maximises how sunlight and water reach each leaf, feel what is like to step into Chartres Cathedral, or experience the bliss in theurgy of being the Zero Point, there is no mistaking the quality therein. Also, both quantitatively and qualitatively, in perfect harmonised  proportion the prolific multiplicity of Phi is the quintessence of the abundant harmonised bounty that Nature renders.  It is the quintessential Ockham’s razor for all of life. We ourselves when operating in a harmonised coherence are living prayers.

“Comprehend and copy Nature.” –Viktor Schauberger

We must first accurately comprehend Nature in order to copy it. No need to be a mathematician to appreciate the patterns within this miracle.The quotient between each successive pair of numbers in the sequence approximates (Phi) 1.618, or its inverse (phi) 0.618 and each two consecutive numbers combined add to the next number in the sequence. (1+1=2 / 2+3=5 / 3+5=8…) Capital Phi is the larger value and lower case phi the smaller value.

This is the beauty of the lowest order of a universal intrinsic pattern that is so self-embedded with such a self-reflective structure that it regenerates infinitely. The formula is already created, so we get to co-create life-giving forms.

The Greek language tells a story with each word and each letter or symbol. 1 of this golden sequence is seen by the Greeks not as a number but as a Principle, the Absolute. The second 1 as its attribute.  The intrinsic and the extrinsic as in all of Creation.  Neoplatonists point at Ananke, representative of the Laws of Nature, that are necessarily so and can be no other way.  I have observed that Nature operates in systems that have informed parameters. The Universal Laws of Nature inform both Nature’s systems and its parameters. 2 and 3 in the sequence are viewed as the Agathon and the Nous in Greek, or a simplex articulation: the Good and what the Good does. Matter and Magnitude. Nous: heart/soul literally translates to ‘I spin’  as we are Divine Intelligence and spinning Light. Orbs. This also points at the shape of the soul being spherical, just as Euclid’s Elements of Platonic Solids in their various geometrical shapes spin as spheres, and Christiaan Huygens observed of light. Ánthos in Greek translates as brightness, brilliance blossoming and is also the word for Soma in Sanskrit which I see as plasma. The synthesis of Mass (2) and Magnitude (3)= 5, Being. Spheres, the appearance and disappearance; centripetal and centrifugal in all directions in a glorious simultaneity. 

This ultimately indicates that God is not micromanaging us. We are self-organised within a self-organising system.  This is so throughout the Cosmos, macrocosmically and microcosmically, We are a microcosm of the Cosmos that lives within us. Whether viewing Ptolemy’s Celestial Spheres and Kepler’s Laws in Harmony of the Spheres or going within and listening deeply, all is available. We have only to access it.

“You must look at the processes of motion in the macrocosmos and microcosmos accurately, and copy them! ” –Viktor Schauberger

Qualitative and Quantitative are two sides of the same coin, operating as the right brain and the left brain. Quanta, plural of the word quantum, a unit of measurement. That which is quantized is limited or restricted to a set of rules, bound to specific values.  A great example is when water is quantitatively pure, there is a list of what is being tested (specific values) and we can see the results in black and white, but that would not tell us anything of the qualitative state of the water. The quality of the subtle state of the water will give us an entirely different set of information, and we can actually measure its quality as pertains to the harmony of the water.  What difference does this make for us? Whatever is being measured of water is typically not chosen by us, and so when we take a quantitatively pure water as pure enough to drink, what might we be ingesting in the memory it holds?  How much vital life force does it really have? Seeing the intrinsic qualitative nature of the immeasurable infinite in every living being throughout the Cosmos, including us,  how shall we optimise the quality of our own living system and the quality of all living systems that support our biosphere/biofield?  Harmony.  We have the formula to bring form to function since the beginning of Creation, and we as creators are well-equipped to alchemically extract the Gold  That we are.

What is Plasma really? Is this a new discovery, or as with most things under the sun, is it a new name given something that has been here all along, discovered long ago?

From visions revealed, I have been shown in Spirit, Plasma and Indra’s Net are one and the same.

In the ancient Vedas is Soma: the Divine elixir of life, Ananda, Bliss. The transcendental light of greater realms of Wisdom. Also believed to later be known from various cultures as alchemical rituals, i.e. Water of Life, Philosopher’s Stone, and the Elixir of Immortality. Referred to in the Vedas as residing in plants, in water, and within each human being as the core Essence of Divinity.

Soma, unless experienced directly, shall be misinterpreted, as happens when viewed from a focal point of distortion and merely conceptualized by mind rather than an integrated embodiment. In other words, seen from 3D perspective that which is experienced in another dimension would define it very differently, as has been the case of Soma. Some have insisted it to be an actual drink as a human being would sip, and even made to mean plant medicine in the minds of many. Imagine the state of Consciousness one would have to be in to match the frequency that, as a God, might enjoy the great elixir. This is not an actual drink in the way that a human being would see it. This is a drink of the Gods. What might that mean?

I see Soma as Plasma.

 Drinking it as a God looks like basking in the Divinity, accessing All That Is via the Light codes therein. We as Spirit having the human experience can access the Light codes from and into our own luminosity. Plasma renders access to All That Is. The language of the Light is experienced in vibrational frequencies, water an accelerating conduit. This essence that is in every living organism is activated and encoded.

Soma, referred to as the ‘nectar of the Gods’ in the Vedas was said to be in the mountains of the heavens and was introduced by Indra. As Plasma intermingles with a magnetic field of any living organism a coherence is formed, just as Indra’s Net, as seen in displays of a magnet under a ferrocell.

This is a blueprint of sorts that stores information, the jeweled net at which intersection points (the jewels) are matching frequencies of the greater web of Life, throughout all of the Ages. These intersections expressed in what we know as synchronicity. This is where archetypal signatures overlap and stories (stored therein) are recapitulated as All is informed by itself.

Plasma informs, calibrates, energizes and amplifies.

In the Rig Veda, Soma is mentioned as existing in all plants (RV X.97.7) Many different types of Soma are also indicated. Water itself is a kind of Soma, particularly those of the Himalayas. (RV VII.49.4). For every form of Agni or Fire, there is also a form of Soma according to Vedic thought. There are Somas throughout the Universe, all informing multidimensionally.

Just as Water is Life: Consciousness itself in whatever form, might we also see Light in whatever form as the great alchemist, and various expressions of the One?

Hiking in nature, where insights drop in, a wonder and delight as no other. She set her intentions, directing the free energy toward any insights Nature would be so generous to reveal regarding time. Having heard recently more than ever so much chatter about time and timelines, she was intent upon gaining any new insights and clarity. She herself always described her existence as living outside of time. As an embodied being who never identified as the human vessel, All exists simultaneously in the Great Now. That which is not born and does not die is not of time. Having never seen lifetimes and timelines as linear, Divine Intelligence always available to access any information Now.

Aether and the sky always spoke to her, as each molecule of water in whatever form contain information as Consciousness itself. Water is Life, a penetrable medium for the Wisdom of the Ages. She walked along the path, activating the molecules of water within her body: her antenna. She visualized each molecule illuminated just as light shining onto a group of bubbles creating the full spectrum of color: frequency calibration. Tuning in like this rendered clear holographic visions. Nature whispered stories as if holograms appeared playing out an immersive film before her eyes. Electrified, she beamed from her heart in Gratitude welcoming and greeting the information, amplifying the electricity coursing through her veins matching the Plasma and creating a coherent field within the electromagnetism of her being.

Each molecule in the sky appeared as countless rainbow bubbles and she heard the words Phi in the sky as vivid images of the Pythagorean trinity and the holographic geometry of the sphere appeared. Contemplating these ethereal aqueducts and calibrating in harmony with each of the polar molecules making up the clouds above she vibrated at the perfect Harmonic of One: The True Golden Ratio, grounding it into aquifers below. A fire rainbow appeared. Solar phenomena often showed up in the sky as she calibrated, activated and harmonized.

What had always appeared to be mountains suddenly came into view for the first time ever as large fingers of a massive body. Everything in view became less dense as the holographic nature of Maya revealed. Seeing this opened other worlds previously unseen to her. As though Omnipresence itself had entered, her view was instantaneously from over the shoulder of the Grand Body. She both watched and peered through his eyes, down at a circle before him: the entire Earthly plane. Bodies of water came into focus as aqua luminescent crystal beads on a mala. Pushing out each perfectly spherical bead one by one, turning time. Each bead an Aeon.

©2022

Just as the voice of the airline attendant faded into the background amid the clatter of lap belts snapping into place, Josie shouted “No fucking way!” silencing the entire cabin. Tears and mascara landed upon the top of the mask covering her quivering lips as she handed her phone to her husband. Jed, certain someone must have died or that one of their three children they’d left with the sitter had been injured, or worse, reluctantly received the phone. He was somewhat relieved yet shocked to see a tearful public announcement and apology of cancellation by the artist whose show they were on their way to see.  This was their first excursion since the pandemic had begun. Just after attending yet another funeral, they were determined to break away for the sake of their own sanity: to have any semblance of what felt like the life they’d once lived. This particular show felt extra special since they’d had tickets to the same artist who’d canceled a tour just as the world shut down two years prior.

Placing his hand on Josie’s leg, the logistics of canceling and returning home fluttered through his mind sinking down into the pit of his stomach as the plane ascended. This was the first of three flights they had to book due to the increase in cancellations. Taking the latest flights of the night made for a long day preparing to leave their children, and would get them out of a hotel early the next morning for the longest leg.

After discussing their plan to recover as much of the cost as they could, and return home after the first flight, Josie messaged the sitter then nervously scrolled through her phone anticipating other events that had transpired. As if she had not enough to process, she stared blankly at threats of nuclear war, warnings of an asteroid hitting Earth, images of protests all over the world, electromagnetic pole shift warnings, astrological predictions, tsunami warnings, alien agendas, possible timeline shifts, more food shortages, political unrest, EMF warnings from 5G rollouts, and trans humanism advertisements for a better future. Overwhelmed by the state of the world and worried about her children’s future Josie’s head fell upon Jed’s shoulder as they both drifted off, escaping the stress.

Hearing the tone indicating the plane was descending, Josie clutched Jed’s arm, smiling in the euphoria the hypnagogic state of waking from a nap can bring. The tone got louder and louder as a large bell vibrating intensely through their bodies. The lights came up as they both, jolted by a unique energy signature, opened their eyes to realize they were sitting in a large cinema. Silhouettes of two men at the head of the room vanished as the large curtains closed over the screen behind them, bringing their forms into focus.  Sounds of bodies shuffling in the seats became a collective light whisper then a louder murmur as the disoriented attendees acclimated to their surroundings.  A sign above the two men read Chicago World’s Fair 1893  acting as an anchor for consciousness landing into the sea of bodies within the room. This was the first human experiment Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla had performed that brought their electrical currents, motion pictures, and time travel all into one event. Tesla and Edison, taking turns speaking to the audience, congratulated them on participating in the greatest human experiment ever performed. They were shown by the clock on the wall that two hours had passed since they entered the room though they had traveled through lifetimes, up until the year 2022.

©2022

It wasn’t until they met fully in the astral plane that it began to all make more sense. The perspective of how massive they really are as beings of Light began to take shape as all previous distortions and contortions dissolved. In Reality as Spirit having a human experience, they connected at the eternal essence of who they truly are. They began to see time and space as golden robes enshrouding them, adorned with jewels of all the lives they’d breathed and even those yet to come as well-honed gems which held the Wisdom of the Ages.

Two souls so connected not meeting up until their fifties in this lifetime appears differently beyond the constraints bound by doing time, its imprisonment as perceived on the earthly plane.  From where they look, through the lens of relativity, fifty years is equivalent to stepping into the kitchen to grab a glass of water just before slumbering, their young bodies then entwined in sheer delight of what dreams they shall journey together.

©2021-2022

A work truck backing up outside her window commanded her attention when the beeping sound became ever so subtly annoying. She noticed herself wanting to control the sound instead of her own perception of it. This was her cue to back up the work truck of her own inner world and release the subtle resistance arising from this dissonant vibration. She grabbed her noise cancelling headset, set her intentions, and immersed herself in binaural beats for subconscious healing and releasing. The most subtle is the deepest. Frequencies move through elucidating what is not resonant, so that what’s stored can surface and release.

Nearly eight years since she made that call. One of the hardest moments of her life: to inform her aunt that her sister had just breathed her last breath. As she stepped onto her elliptical for a morning run, sounds of her aunt wailing echoed out of the deepest hollows of her being, thousands of wings beating against dusty walls as freedom found its way out. The dam opened, painful deep cries ensued as countless images of her mother’s face flashed through, each a poignant moment within the six and a half year journey through her mother’s contending with cancer. The many years surrounded by beeping machines in hospitals resounding as the finality of no backing up landed in her regenerating cells. 

Catharsis: the merciful vehicle by which the tragic release leads us into the ecstasy of grieving.

©2020-2023

After a series of tests, the Neurologist looked into her eyes as if Archangel Michael had entered his body and asked with an earnest sincerity “What are you doing here?” The words rang through her body as an ancient gong deep in the Himalayas that had absorbed all of the wisdom of the ages now vibrating a resonance within her of what she knew to be true. Just for this moment she felt in the company of someone who really got her, a rare occurrence.  In her twenty four years of life she’d never known anyone who saw the world as she did, as evidenced in responses to stories as mundane as brushing teeth to her being labeled everything from miraculous to scary by others. 

Going to a neurologist had been made mandatory by the manager at her workplace when the left side of her body had gone numb and she’d lost all strength in her left arm. It was protocol for their liability that she be medically examined since she was at work when it happened. The neurologist visit was a follow up after having a CT scan at the hospital, also something she never would have done on her own. From her perspective this was an energy imbalance, as everything is energy. She saw these symptoms as something wanting to be released or transmuted, and trusted that the way would be revealed from within herself and the world around her. Listening and paying attention to what’s calling moment to moment was her way of approaching anything like this. Energy is energy. Denser energies required her best warrior to delve deeply into the swamp of her inner terrain and transmute as other shifts were made by simply attuning to frequencies. What is not resonant cannot live there, so would transform as she vibrated at clear frequencies. Ultimately all frequency shifts and energy transmuting, she worked along a spectrum, listening to her body and everything life presented around her to guide the medicine calling her. 

The hospital had provided a list of diagnoses. As she read through them she saw a window of opportunity. Two options revealed: she could take the words from the hospital and make them her beliefs then begin to build a world around those beliefs that would have her living a life in illness, or she could claim her wellness and receive the healing available to shift this energy imbalance. She made her choice, threw away the hospital documents, and trusted the way to wholeness would be revealed. 

A few days later she noticed that she kept seeing images flash through her mind of herself up on a mountain. The images flashed more frequently as the days passed until a moment when she felt the calling to drop everything and go right now. The timing was perfect. She glanced at her car clock. 5:48 Even though she was meeting her friends in less than half an hour when the calling was clear, she entered a world where time was suspended. She was new to the area so had no idea where to go but with the guidance of what she liked to call her internal GPS up a winding road she went. A road sign popped out at her as she passed it and she knew that was her mountain. Twenty miles later as she neared the area she noticed parhelia surrounding the sun. These prismatic rainbows had been a significant part of her life. 

Parhelia also called sundogs, prisms, halos, irisations, parhelia circles, and various arcs were a big part of her life. It was only since being in her twenties that she heard someone say not to look directly into the sun. She always had. The sun provided messages, attuned her frequencies, and so much more. Those who knew her well enough would equate these showing up in their day as her visiting them in spirit.

At the moment she approached a road to her left, the spectrum of colors became more vivid and the parhelia grew larger as if infused by the messenger nectar of Iris, the goddess of rainbows herself, was saying come here. She parked her car near a trailhead and up she climbed to a summit. No one in sight, the air was still and quiet. She took in the panoramic view allowing her body and any of the unseen forces to lead her. She stood on a rock, faced the sun and the parhelia, raised her arms up and received. The wind blew fiercely as tiny tears flew rapidly from her eyes for a timeless span. At some point the wind stopped, the parhelia vanished and she felt complete, her body completely restored.

She hiked back down the half-mile trail, drove down the twenty miles and still met her friends right on time.

©2020-2022

a collaboration with Kira Bursky

After a series of tests, the Neurologist looked into her eyes as if Archangel Michael had entered his body and asked with an earnest sincerity “What are you doing here?” The words rang through her body as an ancient gong deep in the Himalayas that had absorbed all of the wisdom of the ages now vibrating a resonance within her of what she knew to be true. Just for this moment she felt in the company of someone who really got her, a rare occurrence.  In her twenty four years of life she’d never known anyone who saw the world as she did, as evidenced in responses to stories as mundane as brushing teeth to her being labeled everything from miraculous to scary by others. 

Going to a neurologist had been made mandatory by the manager at her workplace when the left side of her body had gone numb and she’d lost all strength in her left arm. It was protocol for their liability that she be medically examined since she was at work when it happened. The neurologist visit was a follow up after having a CT scan at the hospital, also something she never would have done on her own. From her perspective this was an energy imbalance, as everything is energy. She saw these symptoms as something wanting to be released or transmuted, and trusted that the way would be revealed from within herself and the world around her. Listening and paying attention to what’s calling moment to moment was her way of approaching anything like this. Energy is energy. Denser energies required her best warrior to delve deeply into the swamp of her inner terrain and transmute as other shifts were made by simply attuning to frequencies. What is not resonant cannot live there, so would transform as she vibrated at clear frequencies. Ultimately all frequency shifts and energy transmuting, she worked along a spectrum, listening to her body and everything life presented around her to guide the medicine calling her.

The hospital had provided a list of diagnoses. As she read through them she saw a window of opportunity. Two options revealed: she could take the words from the hospital and make them her beliefs then begin to build a world around those beliefs that would have her living a life in illness, or she could claim her wellness and receive the healing available to shift this energy imbalance. She made her choice, threw away the hospital documents, and trusted the way to wholeness would be revealed. 

A few days later she noticed that she kept seeing images flash through her mind of herself up on a mountain. The images flashed more frequently as the days passed until a moment when she felt the calling to drop everything and go right now. The timing was perfect. She glanced at her car clock. 5:48 Even though she was meeting her friends in less than half an hour when the calling was clear, she entered a world where time was suspended. She was new to the area so had no idea where to go but with the guidance of what she liked to call her internal GPS up a winding road she went. A road sign popped out at her as she passed it and she knew that was her mountain. Twenty miles later as she neared the area she noticed parhelia surrounding the sun. These prismatic rainbows had been a significant part of her life. 

Parhelia also called sundogs, prisms, halos, irisations, parhelia circles, and various arcs were a big part of her life. It was only since being in her twenties that she heard someone say not to look directly into the sun. She always had. The sun provided messages, attuned her frequencies, and so much more. Those who knew her well enough would equate these showing up in their day as her visiting them in spirit.

At the moment she approached a road to her left, the spectrum of colors became more vivid and the parhelia grew larger as if infused by the messenger nectar of Iris, the goddess of rainbows herself, was saying come here. She parked her car near a trailhead and up she climbed to a summit. No one in sight, the air was still and quiet. She took in the panoramic view allowing her body and any of the unseen forces to lead her. She stood on a rock, faced the sun and the parhelia, raised her arms up and received. The wind blew fiercely as tiny tears flew rapidly from her eyes for a timeless span. At some point the wind stopped, the parhelia vanished and she felt complete, her body completely restored.

She hiked back down the half-mile trail, drove down the twenty miles and still met her friends right on time.

©2020-2022

Lying face up, her entire body aglow in a bright white light, she peered through from behind the crowd of people surrounding then became aware that she was looking down at her own body. She heard everyone talking about her. “She…” Everyone she’d ever known and she herself viewing what appeared to be her dead body. 

She came to, sitting in the driver’s seat of her car, and realized that she’d been in a wreck. Her first thought the car could catch on fire, she stepped out into the black night. She began walking to see if she could find a way to call her friend whose home she was driving to, then heard the radio blaring so she turned back to see her headlights were also still on. It somehow caught her funny, so giggling she turned the car off then looked both directions into the still darkness wondering which direction to go. Seemingly out of nowhere a car suddenly drove up, and stuttering, the driver asked if she’d like to use his phone. He was shaken by having watched the wreck, certain he had just witnessed a death. Her car had flipped and rolled several times. She, her usual calm yet energetic self responded, “Sure! Thank you. I was just going to look for some way to call my friend. She’s expecting me.” It did not even cross her mind to call 911 but he’d already made the call just after witnessing the wreck. She let her friend know she would be later, then consoled the shaken man until the paramedics, law enforcement, and fire department showed up.

Flashing lights intermittently revealed the faces of uniformed men she watched from the back seat of the police car where they told her to wait until they could drive her to her friend’s home. She had a bruise on her left tibia, glass in her pockets but not a scratch so had declined medical evaluation. As she grew concerned of her friend who must be awaiting her arrival she wondered what was taking so long. It was midnight when she set out, so she thought it must be getting really late. It was her sophomore year of college and she still had to complete an assignment before sleeping.  “Hey, Sir, do you think we could hurry this up? I really need to get to my friend’s house. I’ve got a term paper due tomorrow.”  The man looked over at her as if she had just said the most absurd thing. “I’m sorry but this may take a while. We’ve never seen anything like this. Let me show you something.” shaking his head he walked toward the edge of the road and she followed. He explained that it was baffling enough her car was no longer recognizable and no one should have survived the wreck. He showed her how her car had gone off the road at a gravel area and where her tire tracks had left markings on both sides of a huge oak tree. It appeared the car had gone completely through an oak tree, leaving the tree completely in tact. The men were so baffled, as this defied all logic and laws of physics as they knew them, so fell into the category of miracle in their minds. 

She had all kinds of things happen her entire life that others considered mystical or strange so for her this didn’t seem unusual. It aligned with all she’d known. In fact, she often felt like she was operating in an entirely different reality, always observing humanity from the outside. The same laws of nature did not apply to the two worlds.

Hours later as she got settled in to bed, she evaluated the incident from various angles and new lenses provided by those men at the scene. Through her own assessment, it appeared to her she’d left her body while at the wheel. The song playing at the time she was driving Mea Culpa by Enigma seemed to have lulled her into a trance.  What could this indicate for her own inner world?  Was the wreck trying to get her to uncover something unconscious?

She contemplated the illusion of matter, the nature of existence according to metaphysics, energy, frequencies, light, and operating outside of time as pertained to the car, the tree, and her body.

She wondered if seeing her own dead body aglow is what is called a near death experience, or if she had actually died and was now drifting in some dream state. She imagined herself in a coma in another reality, all of those voices she’d heard from people crowded around visitors at her hospital bed. She realized that it would be no different from her life thus far, as it was also a dream. A dream within a dream within a dream. Incessantly awakening, all of existence a play of Consciousness so that it could see itself. 

Is Consciousness dreaming? 

Is Consciousness in a coma? 

She closed her eyes and drifted off.

©2020-2022

Peering over at planet Earth, she ate stars from light years away and swallowed a few planets that swirled through, digesting information from the earthly realm and informing from the Cosmos. She walked the Earth as a powerful woman with a big heart: Love incarnate. In the human body she could operate within the relativity of time as it was structured on Earth. This was important to her function in all realms across the Universe. The expansiveness of the cosmos was brought to the earthly plane, providing a greater perspective from there. 

On her way to the grocery, the traffic light turned red as Mars energy in sync appeared in the form of protestors marching through, shouting. She felt inside herself the agony of the wounded patriarch still at work in the Collective. Humans carry equally both patriarchal and matriarchal energy within. When she was born into this plane Venus and Mars were exact on the horizon, creating very balanced male and female energies within her human makeup. Mars was happy of her earthly conception and he even tried to interfere and make her in his image, as he wanted to possess her and saw this as his opportunity to finally have his way.  Her cosmic makeup was Venus at her most potent of zero degrees and Mars at the last degree. Since she had both nearly equally and had mastered Mars for many lifetimes, she could appear to be Mars when necessary so that she’d never be captured by him. 

He would see her as himself and be satisfied. She was Love after all. He hadn’t yet fully realized himself as the One. He was looking at Venus as an object outside of himself that he needed to acquire and commodify by whatever means. He was the thread that was keeping the Earth at War, his function during this Era. Humanity was so at war with Mars energy that they couldn’t even see Venus. They’d forgotten the Love available to them because Mars was so loud and demanding, they were always being overshadowed by him. In fact, Mars was operating in the blind spot of humanity. With help from other planetary cycles, humanity had been so groomed and indoctrinated they believed this was the only way. They had lost access to the resources that would show them they are powerful Creators as the One. They had learned to disown their shadow because even though they didn’t know what was in there, they knew it as the source of their pain. Venus receded so that Mars could finally see himself fully. Without her as a reflection, his energy intensified and what was in the shadow revealed. 

Love’s conception into the earthly plane was in Aquarius, her mitochondria infused by the Divine Feminine so that she could bring Collective Love toward the new cycle of Creativity, Freedom, Expansion.  At age four as she became aware and consciously went to work with the wounded masculine, she also worked with the wounded feminine. Her function as Love, the bridge between the Patriarch and the Matriarch. A pattern that had existed within this plane for centuries, the martyr mentality showed up early on when she was being sexually abused and she asked to let it happen to her in order to spare others. This was enabling the false pseudo power of Mars and feeding the separation that kept Love at a distance. The idea of disparity: that one can be impoverished and another strong and capable, the illusion of two. She had been groomed by men and lied to, what she called since a young age rape of psyche. With the help of Pluto’s cycle, Venus sent Psyche to assist her working with the energies in the Underworld of the human psyche. As they worked in tandem to assist with this Cosmic Shift, they transmuted the energy that had accumulated in the Underworld until Psyche could also fully embrace Love.

As the protestors got louder, she glanced in her rearview mirror beyond a shop owner moving out of a long-established store, 800 years back to the Magna Carta. The era of rule over Earth as property and humanity as property had led to this moment. Out her left window beyond the beggar she’d seen for years around town Jupiter and Saturn ending a 200-year cycle wherein humanity has been enslaved. The transition from one era to another as the light turned green she saw Creativity, Love and Beauty in view ahead: an abundant world with an entirely new structure that will be co-created by the Collective One.

Walking toward the flower section to buy roses in honor of the Divine within everything, words someone had said to her years prior swirled in her awareness, as if Mother Mary had whispered them to her. How could anyone not want to be near you? Being with you is like feasting on God.

She had been misunderstood her entire life, as most couldn’t make sense of Love. They could only see themselves. As these words moved through all separation dissolved.

A bouquet of two-toned roses popped out as if to say please take us home with you. The cashier searched for the barcode then called for help. Hanging up the phone she announced “they’re a gift today.” When she returned home she placed a single rose in the window for the Divine Union and the other 11 at the feet of the Divine within. She snapped a photo and shared it on social media. 

The light inside the roses mingled with the light of the sun and through that portal she became Everything. Through the Eye of Source she saw that the expression of every moment of her life, in whatever form, has all been available to reveal the Divine within.

The next day a comment on the photo from a childhood friend:

Everything…that’s what you are.

This friend moved away from their hometown when they were young. Years later after her family also relocated from their small hometown to a large city, on the first day of school she heard someone call her name from across the campus lawn. Her childhood friend astounded said, “I would recognize that walk anywhere.”  Reuniting was a profound experience on the human plane, and to Love whether lifetimes or ten years had passed, it’s as if someone just walked in to the other room for a few minutes then returned. To Love no one is ever gone. Though the friends had not been in touch except by the occasional social media comment, they’d been connected in that place where there is no time and space.  Here the friend was all of these years later appearing in the same role she may have been for lifetimes: recognizing the Divine at a time of Great Expansion.

Everything in its totality facets of the One to show her that she is the One.

An Epic Love Story.

©2020-2022

A collaboration with Kira Bursky.

Peering over at planet Earth, she ate stars from light years away and swallowed a few planets that swirled through, digesting information from the earthly realm and informing from the Cosmos. She walked the Earth as a powerful woman with a big heart: Love incarnate. In the human body she could operate within the relativity of time as it was structured on Earth. This was important to her function in all realms across the Universe. The expansiveness of the cosmos was brought to the earthly plane, providing a greater perspective from there. 

On her way to the grocery, the traffic light turned red as Mars energy in sync appeared in the form of protestors marching through, shouting. She felt inside herself the agony of the wounded patriarch still at work in the Collective. Humans carry equally both patriarchal and matriarchal energy within. When she was born into this plane Venus and Mars were exact on the horizon, creating very balanced male and female energies within her human makeup. Mars was happy of her earthly conception and he even tried to interfere and make her in his image, as he wanted to possess her and saw this as his opportunity to finally have his way.  Her cosmic makeup was Venus at her most potent of zero degrees and Mars at the last degree. Since she had both nearly equally and had mastered Mars for many lifetimes, she could appear to be Mars when necessary so that she’d never be captured by him. 

He would see her as himself and be satisfied. She was Love after all. He hadn’t yet fully realized himself as the One. He was looking at Venus as an object outside of himself that he needed to acquire and commodify by whatever means. He was the thread that was keeping the Earth at War, his function during this Era. Humanity was so at war with Mars energy that they couldn’t even see Venus. They’d forgotten the Love available to them because Mars was so loud and demanding, they were always being overshadowed by him. In fact, Mars was operating in the blind spot of humanity. With help from other planetary cycles, humanity had been so groomed and indoctrinated they believed this was the only way. They had lost access to the resources that would show them they are powerful Creators as the One. They had learned to disown their shadow because even though they didn’t know what was in there, they knew it as the source of their pain. Venus receded so that Mars could finally see himself fully. Without her as a reflection, his energy intensified and what was in the shadow revealed. 

Love’s conception into the earthly plane was in Aquarius, her mitochondria infused by the Divine Feminine so that she could bring Collective Love toward the new cycle of Creativity, Freedom, Expansion.  At age four as she became aware and consciously went to work with the wounded masculine, she also worked with the wounded feminine. Her function as Love, the bridge between the Patriarch and the Matriarch. A pattern that had existed within this plane for centuries, the martyr mentality showed up early on when she was being sexually abused and she asked to let it happen to her in order to spare others. This was enabling the false pseudo power of Mars and feeding the separation that kept Love at a distance. The idea of disparity: that one can be impoverished and another strong and capable, the illusion of two. She had been groomed by men and lied to, what she called since a young age rape of psyche. With the help of Pluto’s cycle,Venus sent Psyche to assist her working with the energies in the Underworld of the human psyche. As they worked in tandem to assist with this Cosmic Shift, they transmuted the energy that had accumulated in the Underworld until Psyche could also fully embrace Love.

As the protestors got louder, she glanced in her rearview mirror beyond a shop owner moving out of a long-established store, 800 years back to the Magna Carta. The era of rule over Earth as property and humanity as property had led to this moment. Out her left window beyond the beggar she’d seen for years around town Jupiter and Saturn ending a 200-year cycle wherein humanity has been enslaved. The transition from one era to another as the light turned green she saw Creativity, Love and Beauty in view ahead: an abundant world with an entirely new structure that will be co-created by the Collective One.

Walking toward the flower section to buy roses in honor of the Divine within everything, words someone had said to her years prior swirled in her awareness, as if Mother Mary had whispered them to her. How could anyone not want to be near you? Being with you is like feasting on God.

She had been misunderstood her entire life, as most couldn’t make sense of Love. They could only see themselves. As these words moved through all separation dissolved.

A bouquet of two-toned roses popped out as if to say please take us home with you. The cashier searched for the barcode then called for help. Hanging up the phone she announced “they’re a gift today.” When she returned home she placed a single rose in the window for the Divine Union and the other 11 at the feet of the Divine within. She snapped a photo and shared it on social media. 

The light inside the roses mingled with the light of the sun and through that portal she became Everything. Through the Eye of Source she saw that the expression of every moment of her life, in whatever form, has all been available to reveal the Divine within.

The next day a comment on the photo from a childhood friend:

Everything…that’s what you are.

This friend moved away from their hometown when they were young. Years later after her family also relocated from their small hometown to a large city, on the first day of school she heard someone call her name from across the campus lawn. Her childhood friend astounded said, “I would recognize that walk anywhere.”  Reuniting was a profound experience on the human plane, and to Love whether lifetimes or ten years had passed, it’s as if someone just walked in to the other room for a few minutes then returned. To Love no one is ever gone. Though the friends had not been in touch except by the occasional social media comment, they’d been connected in that place where there is no time and space.  Here the friend was all of these years later appearing in the same role she may have been for lifetimes: recognizing the Divine at a time of Great Expansion.

Everything in its totality facets of the One to show her that she is the One.

An Epic Love Story.

©2020-2022

Tell me about the spa love, an energy whisper faintly wafted through. She felt excitement in the vibration of the request. The words carried a new exciting energy. It was as though Curiosity itself had just touched her arm, leaned in and whispered a sweet invitation into her ear. A photo that she’d taken on that trip to the spa four years ago had entered her awareness the night before and became the focus as she moved about her home doing morning rituals, attuning to the energies, and setting intentions for the day.

What is the relevance? she wondered. She felt the energy of a friend that had been present for a few days tug at her again. A friend who for months now seemed to be transitioning out of her life. Sipping an espresso, she pulled up the photo on her phone and peered into it for any transmission of information. At the top of the photo she noticed the date it was taken was the birthday of the friend whose energy she felt present. Metaphysics. 

The photo was of an octopus she’d seen in a tree when in the jungle in Mexico. The medicine it offered then relevant now. She shared the photo on social media and noticed the word love attached to the location which brought a warm smile toward Curiosity. The next photo on her phone was an image of where two rivers meet the sea. She considered the estuary of her life and recalled a parting of energies that occurred those years ago just after she took that photo near the spa. She felt the parting of ways with her old friend and released herself into the sea of her own expansion.  

The jungle and the spa had been in her awareness off and on for the last few days. When scanning an email quickly she had seen the pertinent information pop off the screen as if it were a bold 3-dimensional font hovering in front of the computer. An astrological cycle that takes us back to four years ago. Things we worked on then are coming to fruition now. This sparked visuals of the spa where she’d been during that time. What is the relevance? she wondered, then opened with Curiosity for life to reveal.

The alert for that email had the tone that indicates read this one. Even though she never changed her tone setting, it changed on its own as there was more life in the ones that resonated in that place of what’s currently relevant. They carried a different vibration that connected with what’s most alive within her. Hearing with more than her ears is how she knew who was texting or calling without even looking. Her own internal set of ring tones told her. This came in handy in a world where there is so much activity. The tones as she heard them made the distinction between the clear channels and filtered out all of the static. 

She recalled contemplating this nuance in India long ago when she attended a friend’s satsang. As the friend spoke to hundreds of her students she watched as they lit up, yet each intonation landed in her as what she called dead words. The words became a mumble in the background as she became alive in wonder pondering how vibration of sound matches resonance, the life in words that transmits energy, curious of the subtle holographic nature of the energy of sound. Matrika Shakti 

Sometimes she would wake in the night and hear a friend who lives overseas speaking to her. She’d listen then go back to sleep. The next day she would see that an email with the exact words had been delivered at the time she was hearing them spoken as clearly as if the friend were in her bedroom. Frequencies transmitted across the ether, hertz to heart. The frequency of thoughts also sound waves sending out signals and calling in their receiver. 

She recalled how she had gotten to that spa in the first place. She sat on her sofa with two questions:

Where in the world do I want to be? 

What are the next steps for my expansion? 

Diving into the marrow of her core and then scanning the world she sent out the two questions and allowed the energy to do its magic. The warmth of the sun enveloped her as palm trees appeared first then the jungle surrounded. An infinity pool stretched out above the sea that splashed onto the base of a mountain. Where is this? she wondered then involuntarily grabbed her laptop and began typing as if some other force was in motion. An image popped up that matched exactly the vision that had surrounded her. As she clicked on the image the website appeared with the words a place imagined then found. In every photo she felt a resonance as if she herself had created the entire place. It had a similar vibration to her own vacation rental business.

The next afternoon she was there, in Mexico. She had just recently sent out a wish to overcome motion sickness that had been with her since she was a child. It felt like a limitation that made no sense in a world where we are much more fluid beings than we realize. She may not have before gone to a place that was only accessible by boat in order to avoid having to contend with motion sickness, and that kind of decision making was just not her style. As the boat moved with the waves, so did she. She relaxed into the motion and became one with it, imagining herself as a buoy at first then immersing herself, becoming the water. She realized the root of the motion sickness was in her resistance to the motion. Expansion.

She roamed around the jungle feeling her DNA in the rocks, as if she’d been present when the earth formed that place. She imagined genomes speak their own language and transmit energy to and from all of life interacting. She felt Creativity awakening Gaia, the Divine Feminine, within her as she melded with the world around her. She’d traveled the world for many years mingling with the earth, the elements, the culture, gathering and emitting information. As she journeyed through the jungle she had visions of the project she’d been creating: a place where others could meet in creativity and experience the world in this way. As she overlooked the two rivers meeting the sea she felt information transmit into her for how this vision would come to be. Receiving without thought or interpretation, her genomes mingled with the flow of the rivers and vastness of the sea. Creativity itself an energy she saw as a force of which we are stewards. 

Nearly three years later she was asked to mentor a filmmaker who then became the first creator in the new venture: Vibe. As they walked in Nature that fated day the filmmaker asked questions about business practices. As she described her own creative process, the filmmaker very excitedly expressed that everything she was hearing sounded like a book she was reading. “So similar. You could have written it!”  Though she hadn’t read it herself, she recalled having heard the title of that book in a business meeting in London just after her time at the spa and jungle in Mexico. Think and Grow Rich.  

She loved noticing these connections that are called synchronicities. They appeared as a network of intersecting energy, the network that makes up the entire Universe. We catch what’s relevant when and where needed as we pay attention in the subtle worlds. 

Finishing up her espresso, a text message popped in from the filmmaker who now had just completed her yearlong residency at Vibe, sharing an article that had just been published about the making of her installation Considerations of Infinity.  In the article, the sentence: “My projectors are whispering to me ‘what’s next?’” 

©2020-2022

Walking toward her favorite restaurant musing in wonder of what kind of experience might await her, a gentle breeze nuzzled her cheeks. It seemed to carry in it the visual scene that suddenly appeared. As though transported into the scene, she felt herself sitting with a dear familiar friend to her right. She felt the energy of the exchange, the ease and joy in their conversation, the stimulation of their intellectual insights, the sensual pleasures they shared in each morsel that melted away the world around them. The kind of timeless moment where the entire world disappears and only the moment exists.

The mâitre d’ had grown accustom to her spontaneity. Even though it did not fit well into his organized system he always greeted her as a grandfather operating within the same dilemma. Since the place was packed she was seated in her favorite area of the restaurant. The Brits were so uncomfortable with the concept of dining out solo that they’d created a way to have no one sit alone. As her elbow touched the man’s left arm she was infused with a warm sensation as if her cells had just been given a bath in the most beautiful hamam in Istanbul, all tension rising from her body expelled by the wings of those birds circling above. 

She took his North American accent as the segue into asking what brought him to London: an artist in residence from Toronto. No matter how many times synchronicities occurred she was amazed every time that she noticed and actually caught it, as she imagined there must be so many missed given metaphysics and the subtle nature of existence. It felt to her like she was awake within the dream for at least just a moment. Lucid dreaming.

“I just walked here from a meeting at a building I intend to convert into artist residencies.” There they were: immersed in the world that was created by two planets meeting here and now within the vast continuum. The gravity holding the world around them dissolved in the space between the vibrations of sound and flavors mingling on their tongues then vanished as if they’d transcended a black hole. Immersion into the scene that gentle breeze had whispered into existence. She had after all just asked her mom for a birthday gift. Now that her mother was no longer in the human experience she was even more a part of the magic in the unseen realms. 

On her walk to the hotel, she ruminated on how familiar the man felt to her in that place inside her that gets called soul. He had said the last time he was in London was in the late 1970s. He was a teenager backpacking through Europe and had an impulse to go to London where he’d met a beautiful girl. Albeit brief, since he was only there for one night, he told how it felt fated and of how he’d wished he had it to do all over again when he was more mature. Could this dinner tonight be his wish fulfilled? she wondered.

He had mentioned he was a photographer but hadn’t spoken of his work in any depth. With each step her imagination entertained aspects of his personality she’d noticed.  Expressed through various mediums they filled each of the artist residencies in the building she’d viewed. Creating her vision, he became the vehicle for summoning the energies that would bring this concept into form. Her muse. 

Upon entering the hotel room she grabbed her laptop and felt the urge to do a search for his name in Toronto. She never did that. Besides it feeling like an infringement on someone’s privacy, she relied on her own intuition. She felt that doing such things dumbed her down from accessing information available by other internal means.  Her preference was to imagine within the mystery rather than see what his finished work actually was.

As she basked in birthday messages from friends, the nudge got stronger until she realized it was her mother insisting she look him up online.  She added Toronto photographer to his name and clicked on images. A photo of him popped up immediately. It was a black and white photo of him standing in the bleachers at a ball game, camera in hand. The caption under the photo read that he was at the opening game of the Blue Jays against the White Sox enjoying his new hobby as a photographer. The title before his name indicated that he was a dignitary. She then noticed the photograph was in a newspaper dated 1977. How is this possible? she wondered. That is definitely the man she had dinner with tonight…42 years later. A time traveler. 

Had he held a dream of taking photos in London someday? The entire world and all of existence appeared as compilation of wishes manifested into form. 

©2020-2022

“Two cappuccinos please.” The barista detected a German accent. When she was 8 years old living in a rural town in the South, a girl had moved from Germany into her school district. Listening to her classmate speak that first day instantly expanded her world and gave her a massive insight into human conditioning. 

The two women returned that afternoon and the barista asked “Same?” Surprised she’d remembered their order and somehow delighted she’d used the word same, they returned to the café daily for a week. On about the third day the barista overheard them talking about her from across the room. She had a way of hearing conversations from far away and also understood the language beyond words. As she passed by their table she commented on what they’d said.

“You speak German?!” 

“No, but I understood you.” 

They were shocked that she’d heard them at all, for it seemed impossible from all the way across the room. That she’d understood them in a language she didn’t speak really got their attention. As they chatted, the women shared that they were in town searching for land to build an ashram for their teacher. “What’s an ashram?” asked the barista, forever curious to learn a new term and eager to explore. They filled her in on many things about spirituality, enlightenment, gurus and such. These were all new concepts to the barista. She’d always relied on her own intuition. All of life was her guru and she’d experienced everything available from within herself.

They became fast friends and months later discovered they’d both be in India at the same time. Traveling was essential for her and she’d designed a life to include it. 

Feeling an airplane descend as announcements were made in the native tongue of a foreign land below provided an unmatched excitement. She noticed her cells lit up, ready for adventure. She felt at home wherever she was in the world, her home nested deeply within her. The New Delhi airport held a scent never forgotten. It transported her to places both known and unknown. Familiar scents connect across a vast array of timelines future and past, into the great Now. For her, memory was not linear. Timelines converged and expanded in a single moment, each lifetime seen to her as a glint within a vast pool of Consciousness.  All experience passing through, she That which remains. 

Greeted by a full moon upon arriving in India for the first time, she wondered how many moons she’d witnessed there before and after she existed. Beyond a colorful sea of flowing saris, the taxi driver held a sign with her name as arranged by her new German friend who insisted upon it. The German woman had been to India every year for many years and had figured out many things. For the past few months the barista had received email after email of how the village was sure to fill up during the busy season and a Guest House must be booked in advance. Each time, the barista politely declined, “I don’t travel that way, but thank you.” This did not stop the stream of emails insisting that a room be booked ahead of time. Though the barista respected her friend’s way of seeing the world, life to her was an unpredictable, magical exploration that she would not weigh down with any plans. The barista lived in a world where everything conspired to meet the resonance that lives within her. Energy was its own force that moved in realms unseen. She observed with wonder and curiosity, perpetually expanding as she rested in that still place within.

Children swarmed around the taxi as it rolled slowly forward and away from the airport, hands grabbing at the windows, faces teeming with despair. Their cheeks glistened in the moonlight. 

Sleeping for most of the seven hour drive, she delighted in the timing of waking just at the moment they passed the Taj Mahal.  She heard the driver say faintly, “nearly half way Madame.” As if an immersive film had suddenly surrounded the taxi, It became apparent she was viewing scenes from WWII and within a moment the driver said “these taxis were used as medical ambulances during WWII.” She’d had recurring dreams for years of being a nurse during war times. Dehydrated from the long flight, she asked silently from within for a shot of electrolytes and felt a sensation of nectar filling her veins: her Subtle Holographic IV, as she liked to call it.

The bumpy road shook her awake as a loving mother might gently push and pull a child’s body from side to side. Mantras echoed through the narrow streets, a trail of dust aglow with the rising sun lifted behind them. Moving his head from side to side, the driver softly assured, “Nearly there, Madame.” Instead of a few hours passing, it seemed she’d just closed her eyes. She loved how the relevance of time changed so drastically during sleep.  

The German friend greeted her at the edge of the pedestrian bridge that led over a river to the village. “There are no rooms. I have been searching and everything is full. I told you that you should have booked ahead.” The barista smiled and said “It’s okay. I don’t travel that way.” Right in that moment a man came running across the bridge, “Madame! Madame! I have a room for you! A swami has been kicked out of an ashram, so the room is yours Madame.”

The room had a large balcony overlooking the river and was the only room in the village with a western toilet and a hot running shower. Others were equipped with bucket baths made of stovetop-heated water and squat toilets. She made an offering: her room would be open to anyone in the village who wanted to use the hot running shower during her stay there.

After freshening up a bit, the barista met her German friends and their guru at a café for a welcome meal. “Same?” asked the waiter as he  took orders from the three familiar women. The aroma of chai wafted through as resounding mantras being chanted throughout the village awakened deep chords within her. She noticed the sunlight sparkling on the jade waters below the bridge now bustling with people and monkeys swinging on the railings. “Ganga” she heard from that place  within her that provides such messages. “Ganga? What is Ganga?” she wondered silently, internally. The river came to life and appeared to her as a goddess, the sparkles of light sequins on her dress. Rocks lining the riverbed became masses of worshippers that appeared to span over centuries. The waiter shooed a monkey away from the table. “The river is named Ganga. She is personified and worshipped as a goddess.” the guru informed. 

©2020-2022

As she poured a cappuccino for her last customer of the day, cable cars filled her vision, hilly streets, and the scent of freshly baked sourdough bread. This is how she stepped in resonance as though a movie were playing out to guide her throughout the day. Wow, looks like I’m going to San Francisco she registered in that place within her where intuition reports such information. Her entire being teemed with wonder of how that might unfold. She always traveled this way: a place would surround her and she’d be there soon after.

As a barista she focused on observing energy moment to moment, using the role as a kind of practice to be in the centered flow whatever occurred around her. Customers would notice and say things such as “you’re like that goddess with a thousand arms.”  She moved effortlessly and efficiently. She had a way of always doing more than seemed humanly possible. She had such a focused vortex that glasses would sometimes fly into her hands from a few feet away. A bottle of Prosecco might bounce three times on the concrete floor then into her hand as she counted out change, positioned the glassware, and took the next four orders while also speaking very presently with Hannah about her mother’s illness. Her energy field extended out a city block or more so she would see or feel someone approaching and have their drink ready by the time they arrived. She was so attuned to everything she would hear someone’s keys rattle and know without thinking that it was time to make a tall mochaccino with extra chocolate for Jim. That same attuned balance the center wherever she moved and interacted with life.

Walking to the post office from the café was a joyous meander through city streets lined with buds of early Spring. She relished the energy of the new, exchanging smiles with passers by. “Hey! I was just thinking of you!” a familiar voice shouted. “I wanted to see if you might be interested in these two free round trip tickets,” her arm waving the vouchers out the car window. “You can fly free to anywhere in the Continental US.” Here were the tickets to San Francisco she felt in that place within her where she’s amazed with gratitude and appreciation for the magic of life. Last time they’d seen each other that same friend had rented her home while she traveled to India. A travel angel perhaps.

Mail in hand, bouncing along the worn path home she wondered who might go with her to San Francisco. She then asked from that place within herself that sends out vibes: how about some spending money for the trip? She received a text message from a dear friend “just found out I have Spring Break free wondered if you might be up for San Francisco?” A few more steps and on the ground she found $350. Turns out her friend had lived in San Francisco for years so one phone call later they had a place to stay and a car to drive.

Gazing at the Golden Gate Bridge the next day from  her new friend’s flat a statue of the goddess with a thousand arms on the window sill all but winked at her.

It is said that shamans are brought back from journeying by the scent of cooking. Olfactory senses are the pathway between dimensions and even lifetimes. Just as shamans are brought forth into the body of their current incarnation so also are we transcended and ancestors or other passed loved ones invoked by way of smell. 

Chopping ginger in her kitchen the scent of barley and rice wafted through conjuring a sensation that felt as if a tectonic plate of her brain shifted suddenly. Light shone into long-forgotten crevices, beaming on a discovery that is only conceptualized by some.

She was suddenly and very viscerally having the experience of being a monk meditating in a cave in Tibet as she stood at her kitchen island: a parallel life perhaps she thought as her rhythmic chopping became simultaneously the beads of a mala pushed between her thumb and index finger. Her clanking furnace  became the sound of bells around the necks of a herd of yaks passing near the cave. A prayer resounded as if she where silently uttering the words from within, “May I return to this plane of existence until all sentient beings awaken.” An earnest wish from the deepest marrow of the monk caused a tear as she diced an onion, pushing forth bead after bead of the well-worn mala. 

She then had the stark realization that it was from this prayer of the monk in the cave that her entire current existence arose: out of a single tear.

She began to wonder whether she is the monk in the cave in Tibet or the woman in the kitchen chopping.

The Light that projects them both?

©2020-2022

sorrows wail in night’s hand

lifted to the sun, glint of sand

daunting is the caustic youth

which binds the old from untold truth

longing for the open sky 

yet bending o’er the black rye

like a plague envelops the mind

and flails the pure to be unkind

©2012-2023

I have ‘always’ seen water as Consciousness itself.  Every drop of water essentially One, all of the same source…whatever form it takes (cloud, vapor, ice, stream, aether, plasma, sea) all same, same.

hence the use of ‘coalescence’

Whence comes this splendid phenomenon and to where shall it return?  It is never separate from the whole…dispersed the world ’round and throughout the ages, yet incessantly spiraling back into itself and out again. We cannot grasp it nor fully explore its depths, yet in just a moment All emanates (becoming penetrable) from a single droplet on a pine needle…the enormity of its vastness is clearly seen and encompassed in the tiniest bubble of mist on a sea.

Coalescence

I see You in morning dew on spider silk
a trickle over moss-grown stone under mountain laurel
wisp of cloud eclipsing the moon
a gently descending snowflake
I hear You in the song of the raging river, Your cadence music to my soul
I feel You wash over and through me, thunder in hand
You penetrate my bones, pierce me with Your chill
envelop me for I am warmed by Your embrace
as the estuary imploring a boundless sea whose depths shall not be known
I gazed into Your placid mirror and lo there is One

©2010-2024