Many might disarge with my beliefs of God, stressing such fathhomless wonder not only never came to protect sinners from their own past but was something mankind dreamed up himself. Those who listen please understand this is my personal understanding. First and foremost wind- the one thing out there no one sees yet it gains around our skin in all diretions.
I was brought up in the conventions of Catholicism and began my own spiritual questioning in my teens. I've realized now that I know nothing about God or god for which I am largely grateful as the search is so interesting!
The earth is a body, nature and humans its organs. The electrical responses in its schumann cavity, clouds and electrical body are mental functions. Its lava is its blood and its plates its nervous system. When I speak to the earths consciousness I make sure it knows I am not owner of the property below our feet but care taker and kin with. As an "organ" this is our place.
The Chanupa, or sacred pipe, is an instrument of prayer that opens up a direct line to Creator. We will be gathering in Central Park at the Bethesda Fountain to connect to the energies of Humanity. (more)
Last Saturday of April each year tens of thousands in hundreds of cities, in over 70 nations, wrap our precious planet in a vision of global healing.(more)
We the people could use a day off no?
And none the less we could certainly use a change no?
Let us make a change by doing absolutely nothing!
And I don't mean this in "it's 420, let's all get high and chill out for a day."
I mean let us take away a day from the year for prayer and revelry by being motionless and QUIET!
"Any clergy, whether secular or myth based, will feel threatened by a perceptual tool which allows the common man to transcend conditioning and experience unmediated clarity. This is what Rabelais knew would happen to the Medieval priests if he openly discussed the remarkable qualities of the plant, Pantagruel.
Conversations keep turning towards prayer for me. Whether active blessing, passive meditation, or the broader concepts of morality and good vs. evil, lately its felt like there is an invisible campfire between each person I talk with... and deep discussion flows like spirits at an open bar.
Dark times, dark forces usher in all around us. The air is thick with a spiritual presence. Mammon has ascended, reached an apex in the night sky. Armies stand poised on the horizons, spears scrape the red skies and the baying of dogs can be heard in the distance. This is not metaphor. It can be witnessed everywhere. Under such dire circumstances, it is hard not to panic.
I like the idea of today being White Magic, White Light day and would like to remind those in this group that maybe if we put our minds to it we can create a energy vortex right here in middle tennessee and eradicate all, if not most of the negative vibes if only for a day.....i mean it's worth a shot right.
Do you have a tradition that you honour? that connects you to a particular tribe in a special way? Be it highland dance, singing sea chanties in the kitchen when the boats come in safe, a big communal meal at harvest time, or a sacred ceremony you perform on full moons?
My first response, when I finally got to feeling the situation of the Gulf Catastrophe, was a vision... Envisioning the serene beaches of the Gulf of Mexico, flapped upon by dancing waves, waters stretching out from coastal mangroves to tropical islands, waterfalls tumbling down from the jungles with their enlivened waters in to the sea.
Some of you may know about the Japanese scientist, Dr. Masaru Emoto, who has done the fascinating work on water crystals and how they are impacted by our thoughts. You can read his interesting commentary on the spill here : http://www.masaru-emoto.net/english/dr.emotos_message_2.html. He suggests that we send healing thoughts to the Golf. His prayer is thus:
You hear me again, as words
from the depths of me
rush toward you in the wind.
I've been scattered in pieces,
torn by conflict,
mocked by laughter,
washed down in drink.
In alleyways I sweep myself up
out of garbage and broken glass.
With my half-mouth I stammer you,
who are eternal in your symmetry.
I lift to you my half-hands
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
