Listening to the Magical Tunes of Black Crows

Crows sit all along the watchtower in large flocks of communal roosts
A symbolically predictive omen for changing weather patterns

Further movement into a New Earth previews trailers of clearer forecasts
Revealing that we are all One

Connecting the loose threads of our multidimensional heartstrings
Striking a chord that we are all in this together

Meditation on the Law of Impermanence
Reminds us that everything is transitory and ephemeral

Is it a time for you to begin a new course of study?

Fireside storytelling awakens the flames of shared human experiences
Breathing in Samhain marks mid-point between Autumn air and Winter Solstice
A good time to honor our ancestors and exhale Karmic wounds of yesterday

Is a message on its way for you to receive?

Reflecting Nature’s intentional expression for letting-go
And feeling thankful for our vulnerability

Should you be more alert and wary?

Spiritual laws transcend physical laws
By bending the ways of our material world

Watching our shadow-side teachings remind us to attend to the nuts and bolts
Cultivating structure, consistency and predictability in our daily walk facilitates
Coming down into our souls from our high perches of observation

Try not to sweat the small stuff of nervous woodland creature energies

Creation is born out of the feminine womb of life
Master magicians see illusionary veils cloaking other realms
Mystical vibrations of co-creativity are woven into everyday life

Are you noticing everyday opportunities to make magic in your daily routine?

When sitting still in the driver’s seat
We keep our eyes on the horizon and in rearview mirror
Watching the wheels balancing in the eternal now

Picture a tree soaking in sun
Rooted deeply into our Earth’s dark soil
Together we stand in alignment with the elements

Shapeshifting ourselves into transformative inner peace
Shining intrinsic Divine Light onto our darker edges

Leave it to Full Beaver Moon this week to cue us to “set traps”
Before our internal swamps become frozen
Turning our clocks back yinward
In preparation for the cold by blanketing our souls with “warm winter furs”

Remembering when our soul power breathes effectively through our human voice
We are honoring every moment as a past teacher,
the living present as our creation
and the future as our inspiration

See you further on up the trails,


Spring forth the Equinox: A New Generation of Growth

“We are called to assist the Earth to heal Her wounds and in the process heal Our own–indeed to embrace the whole Creation in all its diversity, beauty and wonder.”–Wangari Maathai

I remember when Our ancient ancestral wisdom spoke of 2012, give or take–albeit in the grand Cosmic scheme of things in this “world of 10, 000 things” right Tao is but a speck and yet paradoxically eternal.  However, here on Mothership Earth, We are in an exciting time of transition in Our classroom.  Yes, We are coming out of the birth canal and experiencing the labor pains that accompany this transition.  I have heard it said that a mass exodus of souls and energies are flooding our planet right now to facilitate and co-create Our transition into a New Age and Paradigm.  We are leaving behind an era of gurus and Messiah’s and moving into a time of individual authenticity and global community, a la diversity within Unity.  Indeed, We are letting go to our addiction to the destruction of  Our Mother, fundamentalist allegiance to the Almighty Dollar and Orwellian control by the “minority of the opulent”, or “the powers that were”.  My spirited dance and plea to the top dawg 1% is quite lightheartedly detached and simple vis-a-vis the lyrics, “there’s enough and We can all win”.

Collectively, humanity stands at the doorstep of a New Age and Paradigm.  If We are to survive as a species here on Our Mothership Earth, the time is now to co-create a new generation by evolving into Our Luminosity.  Really, I get a buzz (without a stinging hangover) and internally lit up merely imagining the possibilities of manifesting Our human potential.  Wood You Bee Leave that we already have the essential ingredients encoded within Us–whether sweet nectar, life enhancing chlorophyll and the capacity to effectively cut back to Inner Peace?  I can hear the Master Yoda in me asserting, “for my ally is the Force (Chi) and a powerful ally it is . . . life creates it . . . makes it grow . . . it’s energy surrounds Us and binds Us . . . Luminous Beings are We . . . not this crude matter . . . You must feel the Force around You.”

In saying “peace out” to Winter and “what up, G” to Spring, We compassionately heed Mother Nature’s soothing reminder that Her seeds underground are excitedly thinking about budding and blossoming a New Generation of Life.  I can hear Robin singing gleefully to the melodious tune of adventurous New Growth, blazing new trails as “the early bird gets the worm.”  During Our cross-pollination and subsequent flowering of human consciousness process, might We allow Our Selves to become the silver lining and make only positive interpretations of Our prophecies that say the Critical Mass will come about and allow Us to stay afloat in Our expanding Sea of Consciousness?  Aye, “this is the time of solar balance.  The Sun and the Earth are in perfect alignment.  Days and nights are the same length.  This represents Our receptive and Our active aspects being in balance, male and female.  Mother Earth’s energies in Us are awakened by the Father Sun energies being in balance.  This is a time of renewing and rebirth.  We have resurrection of Our own Spirit and Our growth, which has come through the Winter.  It’s a time when the trees begin to bud out and show the growth and the promise for the New Year.”  While meandering O’er mountains and streams and dancing to the heartbeat of the forests, the Rabbit energy in me says, “lettuce take joyful comfort in being part of Nature, while staying connected to Her as a carrot of trust, so that We May take the Quantum leap forward.”  Given that the Law of Impermanence reminds Us of Life’s transience and the sobering reality that there are no guarantees, why not seek solace in staying on the hop while noticing continuity within change and the cyclical Nature of the Cosmic Wheel?

As Spring approaches, I awaken my budding words of Love, Light and Laughter in this changing world with recognition that the Sun, Moon and Earth naturally look after One another just because it is Nature’s Way, while in perfect alignment together as One. Further, I am trying to express my own New Generation of growth to reflect the ancient spiritual wisdom “so within as without, as above so below”, if you Will.  In the spirit of that, I would like to share with You a prayer I say bright and Squirrely every morning during my meditation puree:  “We call on God directly, Archangels, Higher Angelic Beings of Light, Ascended Masters, Illuminated Ones, Gatekeepers of the Akashic Records, Spirit Guides and Animal Totems, Mother Gaia, Ancestors whom have passed on and all those who walk in alignment with Divine Will, Divine Plan and the Blueprint of Love.  We ask for your continued support and guidance in working through Our Inner Tapestry, allowing the light to illuminate the shadows so within, as without, as above, so below.  And for all your help along the Way, We thank You . . . We thank You . . . We thank You.”

I Hopi You are well,


Am I Being A Bat and/or Am I Just A Man Wearing A Mask?

For the first time in today’s moccasins, I had the honor and the privilege to venture out to Salem, Massachusetts with a bunch of kids and a handful of adults. I can’t imagine a more Spirited time to visit, being as close to Halloween and subsequent holidays that appreciate the ‘thinning of the veils’ honoring Our ancestors that have passed on. It was a bit surreal, visiting Old Salem and seeing how the Pilgrims lived in conservative quarters, mixed with liberal doses of paranoia. I can imagine why it might be enticing to be a Witch and fly away on a broom for a spell, especially back then with little time for fun to be had and skeletons in the closet were swept under the rug. Besides, I love working with stray cats and in the spirit of that, the Universe presented a moment to yours truly, where a Bat mask was calling out my name. I wonder if they have Witches in China, where my new mask was made? “Sacred Bat . . . Fly to me, from the darkness of the cave. Womb-like reflections, answers it gave. Birth, death, rebirth, cycles of the whole . . . never-ending just eclipsed, the journey of the Soul.”

I remember an adventure in the desert some years back (although I wasn’t on a ‘horse with no name’) when I traveled off the beaten path to a mysterious Batcave deep within the Earth. Prior to ‘Batman Begins’, I look back and empathize with Bruce Wayne when I shut off my headlamp and meditated in the damp underground cavern with hundreds of Bats hanging around and flitting about. Admittedly, the Joker in me couldn’t resist teasing my Bat comrades a bit vis-a-vis flashing my headlamp onto some of them just to watch in awe to see them fly . . . “will someone please tell me what kind of town we live in when a man dressed up as a bat, gets all of my press . . . this town (Old World) needs an enema.” Moreover, I have had other significant encounters with Bats and I am inspired by Bat medicine and the power of wearing masks to facilitate the alchemy process in becoming something greater. It is somewhat akin to Buddhism’s Idea of Reincarnation in breaking out Our fast in allowing Our old selves to die, so that We may clear space for rebirth–particularly in the Aztec, Toltec, Tolucan and Mayan traditions. Soaring backward to last Sunday, I put on my new mask and Native feather-necklace after playing morning football with some menfolk from around the way and saged myself to loosen up and lick my wounds. Part of the reason I keep up with my Shamanic-Taoist martial arts training is so that I can keep playing football without hurting myself or anyone else, so I’m learning new ways to play. What’s more, an Eagle in flight soared above to confirm my inner transmutation, as a Blue Jay on the ground gently reminded me of the Kingdom of Heaven within, a la ‘as above, so below’. Some moments thereafter, some Crows used their communicative magic in chasing away Hawk, while a red Squirrel chimed in and a flock of Geese reminded me of ‘High Fidelity’, though I heard the Boss but didn’t see John Cusack. But I’m pretty sure I glimpsed a Shrew before She scurried away, though I’m unsure if Shakespeare helped tame Her Nervous Woodland Creature energy.

Finally, I know the ‘powers that were’ and the properly indoctrinated ‘sheeple’ whom have towed the Coke and Pepsi party line, by pledging unconscious allegiance to the ‘Corporatocracy’, may hardly bat an eye at the Law of Impermanence. But it will not always be like this, as the only constant is change. Besides, Bats eat pests and help fruit a New Earth by spreading the manna, I mean mantra, ‘shit happens’. In my experience, it is more empowering and less work in the long run to face Our fears head on, rather than hide from them through skillful avoidance tactics. This Fall, as I Leave behind my old self, like Han Solo in Star Wars, I assert, “never tell me the odds”. Given that I took probability and statistics three times in College, hung out in the energy field of manipulation and intervention way too long, I now understand that the field of infinite possibilities is way more exciting and fruitful. Moreover, living Life as if it were a hedge fund might seem like a sure bet and a safety net. However, I’d rather fly into the zone of the Unknown (like the Bats that died from human wind power towers) with my trusted inner voice as my navigation device. While Divine Will is beyond the realm of predictability and comprehension, walking in alignment with It is a knowable experience. As I meditate on Bat, I hope it’s in the cards that I don’t get hung up on the man I am, but welcome who I am becoming. What a breath of fresh air in creating everything anew from the Ground Up . . . So long as I use my psychic abilities to read defenses and stay calm in the pocket like Tom Brady–even through I didn’t play at the Big House or grow up in California. Can you dig it?

I Hopi You are well,