Standing On The Doorstep of Infinity

We stand at the doorstep of Infinity . . .
Massive change is coming our way

A Full-Moon on Sunday . . .
Trailed by a Comet in its waning wake

Giddy-Up toward the darkest hour on the Winter Solstice . . .
Coaxing back the Light in the dark of the Night

Releasing egoic entanglements with form . . .
Spirited energies realigning who we are

Rising tides of oceanic waves flooding our sea of consciousness . . .
Slumbering sheeple waking up from napping while under the influence of conditioning

I’m sitting at the dock of the bay in my meditation space . . .
Theta state in my green lantern heart space

Feeling waters of empathy bubbling up wells of Love . . .
Illuminating my soul

O darkness of yin . . .
Light a moonshadow o’er my inner landscape

I’m checking out energetic pulsations of neurotransmitters traveling through my bodily pathways . . .
Portals to consciousness are they

Full Moon Right Tao Fading Into Zen

Full Moon Right Tao Fading Into Zen

Howlin’ at this Full Lunar Eclipse . . . Now becoming the Moon . . . The spirited Wolves within are fighting again . . . Obi Wan Kenobi in me showcases a continuum of profane (Empire) and sacred energy (Chi) . . . But Dark Vader steroid infused Robocops feed the seductive trigger happy electricity of anger . . . I dig on the freaky folks that are mad to live-mad to love hip stray cats . . . Swingin’ good times . . . Forgotten forecast of remembering when pendulum swings back to blurred boundaries of murky polluted waters . . . 21st Century Bohemians . . . A beatnik lion roaring in the shadowy caves about unintended consequences . . . Red carpet paparazzi . . . Who stole the soul of the designer drug-white tongue on Montana . . . Madonna, just imagine BRC as yo’ daddy . . . Our polyamorous friends swear they’re living a Great Gatsby . . . Is this anarchy an escape from intimacy? . . . Forget about it, a Blue Blood’s burden is a distracted workin’ man’s blues fantasy . . . Lost Tweens On The Waterfront, where mister there’s an exit of anger and denial . . . n’ straight outta homeless nervous woodland creature energies residing in the trash while jacked up on coffee beans, ma chucka . . . Addiction is a distraction from a soul’s responsibility to wake up to our Homo Luminosity. . . Praying to an Imaginary Friend (Einstein said imagination is more important than knowledge) . . . Heeding a callback before technology overtakes our humanity . . . Virtually the brain’s same centers light up during awakened doings . . . See you on the dark side of the moon . . . Ghosts of Yesteryear’s Twilight Zones . . . The sign says stop and smell the roses brothers and sisters

Universal Consciousness and The Illusion of Time

our perception of time

is a man-made construct

example . . .
as I gaze into the stars
billions of light years away
pondering
who’s on the other side
billions of light years away
and yet
here we are looking at one another’s
past in the present moment

so . . . depending on whose perspective
i’m billions of light years old or young
or both at the same time

question . . .
which represents my time?

answer . . .
past, present and future
capture the essence
of the eternal now
and our illusion of time

Isn’t That Obvious?

Isn’t That Obvious?

Blue is my hue today,
blinded by arrogance and green so you say.
Save me a soul by sellin’ your lies,
sailin’ away to far away spaces way high up in the sky.
Chariots of fire are the gods you see,
pullin’ puppet master strings of you and me.

And pushin’ their rule by secrecy . . .

A blast is heard from far away,
repeated by the talkin’ head objectively.
The sound’s been bit-sweet as candy . . .
Seen with my own eyes, while I perceive reality.
Cause it’s right there on T.V.

As seen on Fox News last night . . .

Spin doctors writing prescriptions,
but I don’t understand their indications.
And it wasn’t the first time folks . . .
Cuz propaganda is as propaganda does.

Now the scrolls teach us our souls,
are beyond the tolls of our roles . . .

And that includes . . .

Our Constitution, Bible, Koran, Cabala and the Book of the Dead . . .
Our academic institutions and their textbooks . . .
Our tax dollars that buy ’em.
Our corporations that make, market and sell ’em.
Our teachers that use ’em in their lesson plans.

And any interpretation of it . . .

Distracted Workin’ Man

Distracted Workin’ Man

Workin’ man, dreams of screamin’ fans
Sweats n’ chugs and buys your rugs
Have no fear, in the atmosphere
Buyin’ my way up there, climbin’ dem stairs

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Goals n’ objectives are good for fun
But he’s got a gun and I’m on the run
Auctioned off my soul to the highest bidder
Cuz I wuz a consumer whore last Winter

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Our troops, now we’re told are protectin’ our Freedom
But it’s the Liberty of the Stock Exchange
N’ Phat Cats pullin’ our strings
As the stoned statue Lady rings

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Now I’m a pig fed by the dole
Distracted from my authentic soul
A bull’s eye on the coveted target
Formatted by a compulsive overeating super-sized market

Got a mortgage, kids n’ a wife
But someone else mister, seems to own my life
Got us distracted, n’ fightin’ too
WASPs n’ Catholics, Muslims n’ Jews

Eagle In Flight

Eagle in Flight

A step from the light
A step from the dark
Close to fallin’
Close to flight

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

A leap of faith
Into an ocean’s abyss
Close to drownin’
Close to fate I’d miss

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

Here I’m standing still
Life’s pulse I can feel
This moment surreal
This experience is real

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

Now my Heart beats alive
My emotions I drive
Your perspective I see
In my own arms I am me

And I’ve got stage fright . . . In the dark tonight
A Soarin’ Eagle in Flight . . . In the skies tonight
A sunlit moon twilight . . . On A Starry Night

This Land Is Your Land Revisited

This Land Is Your Land Revisited

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York islands
From the Redwood Forests, to the Gulf Stream waters . . .
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From our Lost Wages, to the stock exchange
From the cookie cutter suburbs, to the water treatment plants . . .
This land was made for my SUV

This land is your land, this land is my land
From corporate propaganda, to the Woodstock Nation
From the self-evident truths, to expanded consciousness . . .
This land was made for Liberty

This land is your land, this land is my land
From crafty politicians, to fortune telling
From intellectual constructs, to intuitive understanding . . .
This land was made for reciprocity

This land is your land, this land is my land
From telepathic communication, to respecting diversity
From free for service economies, to dreaming a New Dream collectively . . .
This land was made for Aquarian Unity

Our Town

Our Town
Here on Mothership Gaia, in dying Pisces centuries
Birthing into a New World of Aquarian Unity
An old age built on wireless, in sweatshops on other shores
And they built the satellites that helped the Empire win Star Wars

Here in Our Town
Here in Our Town
My sweet Eartha I’m sinking down
Here Buddha in Our Town

Well Granny’s working at Wal-Mart
Keeping aisles tidy to sell
Always greets customers with a smile
A job that’d suit a robot as well
Property taxes rising, lost my job without pay
Mr. Le Page took down the Labor Wall
As small businesses sail away

Here in Our Town
Here in Our Town
My sweet Eartha I’m sinking down
Here Buddha in Our Town

Well my Grampy’s off the Waterfront
Now he’s come to join Occupy Main Street
Our yard’s just rusty lobster traps
Cuz the Hidden Hand did what fishermen couldn’t do
These seas are filled with tales of mermaids and whales
Swimming these ocean floors
We sent our daughters to department stores
Now we’re wondering what they’ve been buying for.

Here in Our Town
Here in Our Town
My sweet Eartha I’m sinking down
Here Buddha in Our Town

From the Harmonic Convergence
To the 9th Cosmic Wave
To the instant Karmic Groundhog Days
That tired story remains the same
Crystalline Grids are rising
Now mister you tell me the world’s changed
Once working folks made a few wealthy enough–bought up deeds
to forget our own names

In Our Town
In Our Town
My sweet Eartha I’m sinking down
Here Buddha in Our Town

When I die tonight I’ll eat a Slice of Heaven
And digest it mystically well
I pray to God to bathe me in Light
As I leave behind my human shell

Wise Fool

Wise Fool

Alone in a place no one can see
Sit fools spinning dreams of who they might be
Images and colors flickering, remain undefined
Serving only to remind

Are your feelings pulling at you tauntingly?
Smoldering beneath the surface cautiously
Does your frigid exterior got your smile frozen?
Clinging tentatively to distorted visions

Like a vampire bite, dark emotions carry venom
Attaching blame when I become a victim
Feeding off the energy of another
God help me, for I’m a psychic blood sucker

Are your feelings pulling at you tauntingly?
Smoldering beneath the surface cautiously
Does your frigid exterior got your smile frozen?
Clinging tentatively to distorted visions

Groundhog Day and I’m dead again
A fleeting shadow is there no end?
Searching for an exit, fools eyes find none
Until I awake and see we are one

Are your feelings pulling at you tauntingly?
Smoldering beneath the surface cautiously
Does your frigid exterior got your smile frozen?
Clinging tentatively to distorted visions

Eye of the Tiger

Pouncing down the trails head, we look forward to a New Moon this week on May 10th and a Full Moon leaping down the month on May 25th. Also, we celebrated the Beltane last week, otherwise known as May Day. This ancient sacred tradition “honors and celebrates the sacred marriage of masculine and feminine, yin and yang” and the “inner union with the Beloved.” It marks the mid-point between the Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice and fertilizes harmony between our spiritual and material growth or walking in alignment with “one foot in spirit, one foot in ground.” Tiger synchronizes with the New and Full Moon cycles as its energetic power time. Consuming Tiger’s spirited medicine helps us develop our passion, power, devotion and sensuality. Meditation on Tiger will wake up your sensitivity to touch. Tiger’s are skilled swimmers, so their energy reflects connection to the elemental forces of water. They are colorful and unpredictable, reflecting the world we live in and the changing times we are swimming in on Mother Earth today. In Chinese Astrology, their sign is seen as adventurous, powerful and passionate and symbolize the dark night of the New Moon and the sunlight of the Full Moon. Given that “traditions are time-tested proof that things work”, meditation on Tiger, in conjunction with a fire ritual facilitates burning away Winter, while shifting our gears full-throttle by igniting Spring.

Something is changing in the sea of consciousness on our Planet today. Although it is a process, it is becoming more difficult for folks to ignore. The garden variety of band-aids used to quell the symptoms that are roaring out to us are less effective in covering up the spirited energies streaming in now. Whether the arrival of symptomatic reactions manifests as distorted visions, racing thoughts, chronic headaches, lethargy, terrorism, mania in the global Stock Exchange–the intensity is rising and the times, they are a changin’. The perception of polarity, duality or “us and them” needs to be released from and healed in our consciousness. Living authentically and respectfully in a global village requires us to sit with the tension of opposites that exists within our individual and collective souls. Every man has a woman inside of his Being, just as every woman has a man within hers. When meditation is embraced as a popular way to consume a spiritual diet, we will see the proliferation of this understanding reflecting in our outer world for everyone to notice as obvious. Right now, you really have to take a close look for the evidence and hold that focus, given the reality of the dark and stormy weather patterns. The smoke and mirrors of our World are an illusion that carry a reality to that perception. In the realm of Infinity, the possibilities of blazing New Trail into a New Frontier are there for us to clear, if only we allow for it. But it is a process that we all have to step-up to on a case by case basis. The Golden Age is not a fixed ideal, where we find ourselves living in after a long, strange trip. Rather, when we change the way we look at the world, the world we look at changes. In this way, we become the change we want to see in the world. We are co-creating novel neuronal pathways inside our brains, signaling our conscious evolutionary next step in our program development.

We all have a basic need to feel safe and secure. However, looking to our outer world to provide that meal for us to eat is frequently met with a receipt for poor digestion. At the end of the day, we all need to access and acquire our internal power for a sense of safety and security. Our spirited animal friends are here to help reflect that back to humanity. True, it is a jungle out there. But have you ever watched animals frolic and play, even among predators and prey? They are good reminders for that. We are shifting from a divisive, compartmentalized view of the World that looks either matriarchal or patriarchical in our shared history, toward Unity Consciousness. In the words of Mr. Miyagi from the film The Karate Kid, we are “different, but same.”

See you further on down the trails,

Ari