Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘Shamanism’

devil in me
devil in you (who stole the soul?)
letting mine go
how about you?

God is Love
Love is God
we are Love
we are God

united we stand
illusionary divisions befall
dogma is gone
inclusion for all

Read Full Post »

Echoes in Earth justice parallels Kindergarten 101 wisdom . . .
Clean up after our own mess!
Stillness speaks when hearing items of power . . .
Heeding the voice of spirit’s assertion, “do your best!”

Checking in with your Higher Self echos alignment with cadence of Spirit Guides.
Life is an open field for manifesting our dreams and visions . . .
But not without discernment before impulsive actions.

Self-reflective examinations ask,
“do whimsical impulses enhance our experiential evolution?”
While sitting with Common Sense conservatism
clears liberal doors of perceptual Infinity . . .

Moving through roadblocks gracefully.
Keeping the faith, while trusting in Spirit.
Waking up expecting synchronicity.
Gently allowing details to work themselves out universally . . .

Reading between the lines, while listening to attached emotions.
Aware that we are aware of our stream of consciousness.
Like watching a movie or listening to music as a detached observer.
Unplugging from little ego to amp up authentic connections . . .

Replacing negative chatter with positive self talk.
Cultivating telekinesis of the character of your inner space.
Developing plasticity of your brain exercises your muscles of intellectual curiosity.

Formation and meditation on chi balls stimulates feelings, while bringing color magic to our world of form . . .

Welcome to the world of inner peace

Read Full Post »

My gaze is alive with Qi
Scintillating reflections in my Third Eye
Tingling pulsations energetically

Chi washing away regally pushed candy on my
Tell-Me-What-I-See (coke v. pepsi)
Chattering away, “nay, nay, nay”
Repulsing the monkey –
Internal martial artists might say

Mirroring mind-sets shifting and bending
Perspectives transcending
Close to falling, close to flight
Chi washing away my stage fright
In the darkness tonight

That was zen my friend
And this is right Tao

Warding off fixed ideas
In the Power of Now

Crystals sparkling off the Color of Water
Unplugging from intra-noise and outer fodder
Animal totems and tracks
Conversational consciousness reverberating within elemental forces,
Trickling downward crevasses and cracks

Mister, I’ve fought the powerful currents of
An old river in Egypt
Realizing my choice is to sink or swim
Tired of treading water (and)
Dramatic pendulum oscillations therein
Does the situation at hand got your expression grim?
Or is your feeling state merely a transitory a whim?

And though market forces take stock in my Qi
Re-working energetic yielding and rooting with Manifest Destiny
This too shall pass
Remembering gratitude in my heart for my teachers
While walking the center of the circle
Slumbering seeds underground
Dreaming with Groundhog in full synergy

Read Full Post »

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

Read Full Post »

A part of me died when you crossed
O’er the other side of the veils . . .

In this spirited door-step between space and time,
The curtain between realms are thinning now . . .

I remember a part of my soul that had gone to sleep for a spell.
And then I saw a deer in the woods–
Remembering when I woke up in that moment to new adventures.

Today, I walk in awakening moccasins . . .
On a Universal street in Divine Light of brotherly and sisterly Love.

Tomorrow my footprints . . .
Run with the wind . . .

Into a timeless place called Infinity . . .

Where past, present and future . . .
Coalesce into an eternal moment

Read Full Post »

Personal power versus force (sensitivity) . . .
Dreams and desires manifesting . . .
Picture a bright golden sun in your solar plexus cuz it helps shed light on the darkness on the edge of town . . .

Doc Oz’s wizardry reveals we are what we eat in a Fast Food Nation . . .

Mercury in retrograde revisits past relationship dramas and sometimes Twilight Zoned out realities . . . But remember Spider’s medicine to walk the center of the circle without getting too tangled up in the web . . .

There is narcissism in becoming too self-absorbed in our emotions . . .
Green Heart-centered empathy helps us place others in the center and walk along their strands for a spell . . .

Making friends with our pain dissolves our suffering . . . On the cushion, we feel a new wave of energy come in rather than exiting with anger and denial . . .

Are you going to be a rock or water in this eternal moment? Remember to breathe and allow the waters of your soul smooth out the edgy areas.

An Andean shaman’s pipe dream high on the mountain . . . A few moments later a trigger happy ghost revisits my consciousness . . . it’s not raining out but I’m sleeping in a puddle . . . This collective old world nightmare is the death of us (the lunatic and Emperor’s New Clothes are in my head) . . .

An elderly woman behind the rearview mirror of privilege foolishly asserts to a younger filly a “conceal rather than reveal” mantra while oblivious to swinging the door wide open to the protective fortress (what lies beneath your unexamined self?) . . .

Past memories and future projections kill the living moment . . . Entanglements within the web of form blocks intimate pathways of internal communication systems that venture out along leaves of trees and fiber optic highways . . .

Re-working success by giving back Karmic baggage that is dumped on us from previous generations is the Phoenix Rising out of the ashes . . .

Being like water helps us navigate the rocks more gracefully . . .

I dig on seeing the birds flying into the portals of energetic imprints of fallen leaves . . . My ears to the ground with the aid of Bat echolocation . . . Did that angry red squirrel let go of a past turkey’s thievery?

Was Wonder Woman’s invisible jet a metaphor for the possibility of inner space Merkaba travels through cleansed doors of perception?

Being positive and choosing to focus on the silver lining enhances the soul self and everything else in a sweetly satisfying soulful harmonic convergence . . .
Like a Divine John Lennon watching the wheels of his Chakras going round and round cuz life is what happens when we are busy making other plans . . .

Waning light soon outta sight as darkness fades into night . . . Thinning veils awaken spirited conversations and close encounters that liven up dead zones of dark matter and illuminate the shadows coming out into the light during this Samhain.

Read Full Post »

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

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »