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§ October 31st, 2009 § Filed under Chapter 36: Pt III of Big Tragedies vs The Ordinary § Tagged , , , , , , § No Comments


Take a globe and highlight the areas regularly hit by natural disaster. The patterns are easy to "see." It's only the "do"-ing that seems to leave so much of mankind paralyzed and left in harm's way.

Take a globe and highlight the areas regularly hit by natural disaster. The patterns are easy to "see." It's only the "do"-ing that seems to leave so much of mankind paralyzed and caught out.

            That same night as I listened, my spirit guide See Do went on. He talked about the air, the water, the winds, the geology, and life, within us and outside us.

            And he talked about the infinite grains of dust moving over rock, sculpting with timeless patience. The dust is carried on the air and rock is carved away.

            We can sit on the steps and feel the breeze. We raise our face into it to smell its offering. The richness of the world. It feels good to be outside in it.

            But the air carries something more. In fact this something is its very life engine. It is heat. The dynamics of thermal energy on the air drive everything the air around us does. Everything it does for the world, for us and to us.

            This paradise planet blooms with heat from the sun. It is carried through our atmosphere endlessly in a complex dance well beyond the powers of the mightiest computers to simulate. It unfolds and refolds its subtle computations with ease. And without error out to the very last decimal place.

            So there is a price to pay for living in such intimate contact with such a dynamic and powerful system. Heat must be rebalanced. As the ocean warms in summer, the heat rises up into the air carrying great energy and great quantities of water. These movements naturally organize from randomly tumbling clouds spilling out their white cargo high in the sky into cooler air, into waves of mass in motion that, once attaining a certain scale, will be drawn toward a center, falling in step with a the natural rotation that further draws the upwelling of energy from the warm ocean surface below.

            A hurricane is born. The world must seek balance and the heat is taken up on the air and carried to cooler, emptier latitudes. Along the way as the energy grows and tightens its spin, the wind will move at greater and greater speed.

            The energy carried here is colossal. Well beyond man’s atomic bombs and rockets. And utterly invisible. A stunning fact of our world. We can feel the breeze; we can see the moisture, the mist, the rain. We can see the dust and flying debris. But the air will never show its face. Even drained of energy, condensed into liquid. Oxygen, nitrogen, helium, argon, hydrogen and the rest. They all become liquid metal as clear as the purest water.

            But here in our world they swirl in motion all around. And that motion is driven by heat.

            And inside the hurricane that swirling, turning, driving energy actually has the power to pull the ocean up from its moorings. The surface is sucked up. Pulled up by the low pressure suction of the core drawing more and more energy off the surface and driven on winds spilling out, reaching well over a hundred miles per hour. A new thing is given life: the tidal hurricane swell. During hurricane Katrina, along the coast of Louisiana, this swell exceeded twenty-three feet. It rolled ashore with predictably devastating consequences.

            If you take a globe of the Earth into your hands, and with a marker, highlight the areas of shoreline that will regularly be hit by a devastating hurricane or typhoon, you will mark over a few very small stretches. Your marker trail will also express a fair warning. These places should take care. They should be ready. They should prepare. Or they should be empty.

            They same will be true of earthquakes, floods, volcanoes, and the rest. The patterns of life are written on this planet for everyone to read. The “when” is all we lack. The “where” becomes more precisely prescribed with each passing calamity.

            The instruction is See Do. And I do think I’m getting it.

            — continued (Part IV: The Earth’s energy within)



§ October 28th, 2009 § Filed under Chapter 35: Pt II of Big Tragedies vs The Ordinary § Tagged , , , , , § No Comments


Heat moves the air around us. Some species depend on the air's movement for their very existance. We see the consequences of a beautiful planet's atmosphere regaining its balance.

The invisible air moves around us. Some species depend on the air's caprice for their continued existance. Carried on the wind, a grain of pollen finds its pistil. And the wonderfully complex fabric of life goes on.

           Still in the same session, my spirit guide See Do explained how the paradise we have created here is a beautiful and dynamic place. We are aware of our existence because we interact with our biological, temporal system that senses this world around us. And within us. This paradise is a deeply dynamic system that is unfolding and regenerating through great and complex processes right before our eyes every day.

            Understanding and appreciating and respecting this infinitely intertwined world is a big part of finding our way here. Seemingly random events are part of this great and complex world. Everything is connected. It all works precisely. Nothing misses a beat. Everything is this one thing unfolding itself, reflecting its inner energies, extending resonance. There are forces damping and forces amplifying. Everything reflects and exchanges energies as microcosm and macrocosm.

            But we must also remember that from within our individual biological perspectives we are small. Even collectively, the human race runs like a hoard of ants among the giant forces that wax and wane around us. As things resonate they can take on great power. Events can overwhelm our tiny temporal forms. These are not random acts. And all the movements are precise.

            We are born into it with little. We learn and grow and reach out to it. With questions and contact we try and understand. And we all will face death from an apparently unique perspective inside one, single individual human construct.

            As we live, this is happening and playing out all around us.

            And our Earth is an exquisitely beautiful thing. And even among earthquakes, volcanoes, hurricanes and disease it is an amazingly stable, comfortable and even, yes, a quite and utterly lovely place. Life can grow and prosper here. We can gain sustenance from the natural world with simple efforts. We can share our love. We can raise families and we can ponder the truth.

            But the system we live in is alive too and is constantly regenerating itself and rebalancing against the movements of the energies enveloping us. This is the most wonderful secret of the planet. It is alive at every level. Even deep within it generates an enormous scope of energy that we are all subject to.

            The air around us carries every kind of energy. We breathe in and get oxygen and breathe out carbon dioxide. Simple elemental and deeply ancient chemistry with great transformative powers. Our internal life system makes use of many elements in ways worth appreciating. The oxygen cycle alone is a master stroke of turning an apparently  dangerous and corrosive substance into the very engine of life.

            But the air carries other things that make the planet work and unfold in infinite beauty. Massive quantities of water are moved over continents with no obvious effort. Over mountain ranges and oceans. Perfectly purified, fresh water comes right out of the air over our heads to nourish the land.

            Imagine if Mankind were challenged to lift his meager tools to accomplish the same task. Imagine the titanic effort it would take to duplicate the work done by a single thunder storm. Imagine the challenge. The comedy. But this system that we ignore all around us does it without apparent effort or complaint.

            And the trees and plants of every color and variety depend on the movement of air to carry their very seed. A generation can not pass without the pollen on the breeze. The process is perfect, complex and complete. What an amazing information hiway to see. A grain of pollen, quite invisible to our eyes, even when blown in masses of tens of thousand, we see just a faint mist. Each tiny grain carrying the distilled and collated information from a billion year struggle. And the air takes it to a new pistil. An act of procreation so perfectly exquisite as to demand tears.

            And birds in flight moving through this liquid of their infinite love. To move. To raise themselves into the atmosphere and be carried to the place they must find. To be with their mate. To carry out their responsibility to carry forward the perfectly dazzling and wonderful information of life from their subtle perspective. It is there on the air. They are there on the wing right now. And they will make their appointments across thousands of miles. Across thousands of generations.

            And of course insects and bugs and everything moving past us. The air is the spider’s waiter, bringing today’s special.

            See Do went through these things in great and varied detail, even reviewing and repeating areas through the night. He explained the infinitely complex fabric of our planet and our intimate relationship to every element. And he explained how it is all one creation. One interacting system. There is only one thing. One infinitely entangled point of energy expressing its message.

            — continued (Part III, big hurricanes and the responsibility of knowing, seeing.)



§ October 25th, 2009 § Filed under Chapter 34: Big Tragedies vs. the Ordinary Pt I § Tagged , , , , , , § No Comments


A satellite image of an enormous hurricane about to make landfall. I asked "why do these tragedies happen?" And See Do began to take me into "the big stuff."  Image Credit: unknown, to come.
A satellite image of an enormous hurricane about to make landfall. I asked “why do these tragedies happen?” And See Do began to take me into “the big stuff.” Image Credit: unknown, to come.

           On Saturday, I went over to the restaurant where Susan bartends. She was busy keeping up with the late afternoon traffic. In between, we grabbed snatches of conversation. At one point, she asked “So what’s new in the world?”

            I answered, “Did you see? There was a big earthquake in Pakistan. Just happened this morning.” Susan said “Oh, wow, no. Everybody okay?” and I shook my head no and said “They’re saying there could be thousands dead.” Susan said “Oh my God, that’s horrible.”

            After tending to more customers, Susan came back and suggested that there was a question I should ask See Do. “Why do these things happen? Why these tragedies? Like Katrina. Why does that happen?”

            That night I went to bed close to midnight and while still finding sleep I began to ask the questions of why there are disasters like hurricane Katrina? Why are there these disasters that can take so many lives?

            And the answer came. See Do let me know that we were heading into very serious territory. This is the big stuff. If I felt ready, he would explain it. And it was going to be a long night. Here is the essence of what came through.

            As human beings we are moved greatly by these apparently random events that can erase thousands of innocent lives in a single stroke. We are shocked to sadness and drawn to help. And we should do what we can, but we need to understand our place and the place of these events in our world’s greater moving. We need to look deeply into what it is to be a human being living in the temporal reality on this world of ours.

            We also need to be aware of our weakness for awe at great numbers. Great numbers are all around us if we look. Events are constantly unfolding with the same difficult consequences all around. And very nearby. And we must remember that it is true that “the sacred is in the ordinary.”

            We felt great sadness for the thousands uprooted and left homeless by a huge hurricane or typhoon. Yet, in a large city like we were in, walking home we may pass five “ordinary” homeless people sleeping on the sidewalk. And feel little.

            He reminded me how not long ago, in August, I was heading out to buy something and rounding the corner of Ontario and Rush I came across a homeless man apparently asleep on the sidewalk. It was mid-afternoon and hot, in the mid-90’s. He was very dirty and disheveled. He was lying face down with his arms at his sides. Unfortunately, sights like this are not uncommon in many large metropolitan areas.

            I walked by him and went on my way.

            After completing my errand, I headed back through this same intersection. Now there was a police ambulance and a patrol car at the corner. Several police were standing around talking. And a man was photographing the area of sidewalk where the man had been.

            And it occurred to me that the man was very likely dead. And that he very likely had been dead when walked past earlier.

            Of course I tried to put this terrible idea out of my head quickly and went on with my day.

            But here was a tragic death. Squarely in front of me. In the midst of prosper, on a busy corner of a great city, a human being’s life had ended. And I walked by. We experience sadness and call on others to help when we hear stories of great numbers, but cannot see the life around us. For some reason we can not grasp the sadness and pain in the ordinary lives around us. And we are very selective in how we choose the disasters that we will give our emotions to. A thousand here cause outrage, while a thousand there are ignored, maybe even laughed off.

           One death, alone in the world, is not enough to move us to act. But isn’t every death one death?

           We bemoan that the poor were left behind in New Orleans after hurricane Katrina to suffer. But a single homeless man in Chicago is forgotten. And we give ourselves permission to forget him, because he is, what? Poor? This is a pointless circle of illogic.

           Much of this world is about life and death. It is about our ability to learn from what we see. And then to do the things that will lift humanity. This is not a small responsibility.

           See Do was building an argument. And seeing it would begin to shape a greater view of my place in the world. An important lesson was unfolding. Remember, there is only one. And now I was learning that one is not a small number.

           — continued (Disasters vs. the Ordinary, Pt II)



§ October 24th, 2009 § Filed under Chapter 33: Susan Meets Her Angels § Tagged , , , , , , § No Comments


So what do the feathers of an Angel's wings look like up close? I'm afraid I have to admit that I wouldn't know
So what eactly do the feathers of an Angel’s wings look like up close? I’m afraid I have to admit that I wouldn’t know.

           That Tuesday evening, I took Susan to have her reflexology session and to meet S. Remember, it was in one of S’s reflexology sessions that I first met See Do. I dropped Susan off and came back about an hour later.

            When Susan came out of the house, she was beaming. She looked like she was wearing the purity of a child. As we reached the street, she was laughing and saying how incredible it was. When she laughed it was the most pure expression of joy I’d heard in a long time. And at the same time it carried a sense that if she didn’t laugh she would have to cry instead. As we walked to the car we stopped as she gave me a big half tearful, half laughing hug. In the car she could barely speak, but instead just looked out into the world with this sense of amazed wonder and kept saying “Oh my God!” and laughing.

            She said she’d probably be laughing for some time.

            She explained that in the session she did in fact go off to “zoom-off-land” as we have come to call it. In her out-of-body state she was met not by a spirit guide like See Do, but with a large group of Angels. They were all around her. All women Angels and of all different sizes. She was even holding a small one in her arms like you would hold a puppy. She said they all had enormous wings.

            They were comforting here and talking to her. She said at one point one said, “We’re here.” And she said “Yeah, okay.” And the Angel said, “No, you don’t understand. We’re here now.” And she said “Yeah, I see, okay.” And the Angel said “No you don’t understand. It’s a big deal. We’re actually here now. We’re with you, all around. We’re here with you. To help you. We’re always here.”

            And as she explained it, Susan started crying. She said how “It was so beautiful.” I thought maybe if she wants to make contact, she could try hugging one, like she was hugging the little one.

            She said, for the first time she could see all the connections in much of her art. She is always drawn to sculpt full-size female figures, and to paint flowers. I said that some of the flower imagery she had created looked a lot like white wing forms.

            We had a relaxing dinner of comfort food and red wine and while talking I asked Susan what it is that she wants, and she answered “Freedom.”

Later I walked Susan home. I asked her to try and make contact with her Angels from her sleep. In the morning I called to see how her sleep went and to my surprise she told me that she thought she may have had some contact in the night with See Do. She said she remembered asking him some questions and that he had answered by saying “It’s in the chronicle.” (We refer to this blog’s chronicle of events as “The See Do Chronicle.”)

            I found this all to be pretty amazing. An amazing evening.

            — continued (Next: See Do gets into “the big stuff”)



§ October 21st, 2009 § Filed under Chapter 32: Is the Future Set? § Tagged , , , , , , , , , § No Comments


An ancient block of broken marble. A few dried leaves. The black smudges are the decay of last season. Past and present are easy to discern. What about the future? Is it set in stone? See Do's response is perfect.

An ancient block of broken marble. A few dried leaves. The black smudges are the decay of last season. Past and present are easy to discern. What about the future? Is it set in stone? See Do's response is perfect.

           That Monday, I was revisiting these thoughts about our world, the temporal reality and the true world. See Do was being very patient as I tried to understand how we move the world and how we can actually take positive control of events. I was working through these things.

            Near the end of the session I asked this question “See Do, is the future set?”

            And See Do, who was in a very relaxed conversational mood that morning, responded, almost a bit surprised, “No… not at all.” As though it was an odd question for me to ask.

            I paused as I gave some thought to his off-hand answer, and he added, “But neither is the past…”

            I was surprised by this and as I tried to do the temporal mental gymnastics to make sense of this, he said, “Nor the present…”

            As I tried to gather up this idea and came to understand how this made such perfect sense, I felt that he came very close to me, almost leaning in very close, and said very clearly, “Your work… is in the present.”

            With that he ended the morning session.

            It slowly becomes clear. Time does not exist. There is no Time. Everything in this temporal reality is a construct built by our biological mind to agree with everything it senses. It works to make the whole… whole. It builds and maintains an apparently seamless and continuous reality along its uninterruptible arrow of Time. And by way of a bit of evidence, obviously the present is not set. Otherwise what possible effect would we, or could we, have here. It is obvious that the present is ours. Wholly ours.

            The message is clear.

            Your work is in the present.

            — continued 



§ October 18th, 2009 § Filed under Chapter 31: How To Move Reality § Tagged , , , , , , , , § No Comments


The world you experience is your canvas and you are the artist. Can you see where it all begins? Can you see inside and free your True Being? Does the world move you? Or do you move the world? There is only one answer. There is only one thing.

The world you experience is your canvas and you are the artist. Can you see where it all begins? Can you see inside and free your True Being? Does the world move you? Or do you move the world? There is only one answer. There is only one thing.

           Near the end of an early Sunday morning session with my spirit guide, See Do, he took the time to explain a powerful tool to me. He attempted to lay out the basics of taking real power over events. I say attempted because this was no doubt the first of many such explanations and I’m not sure that I entirely get it just yet. But I will relate the message here.

            See Do explained that we can take positive control of events before us. He explained that this is how we move our temporal reality. We are all moving the world around us all the time, but generally are not aware of it. Our conventional view of the world and our place in it does not generally permit this kind of power. When we think we see it happen, we laugh it off or account it to coincidence or happenstance.

            We should start with the fact that neither coincidence nor happenstance exist.

            If we go back to the beginning and rebuild from “There is no Time” (Chapter 3: The First Lessons) you will reach a point where you come to understand that all events are moved from this singular point that is the underlying reality. What we sense as Time and build up through our senses as Time and Space is in fact an infinitely interwoven web of contrast states of this singular point or particle (though both words are not really right).

            As we move between the infinite points of view this illusion gives us, we reflect back the new viewpoint. As we apparently exist as this individual that we are, separate from this temporal reality around us, we are given to sense the temporal reality as a Space and Time construct through which we are moving forward along the ticking arrow of Time.

            We build this construct out of our six biological senses and paint the result into our consciousness. However, the actual way it comes to be a consistent construct is quite a bit more complex. As you spin this web of temporal reality, you carry out information and bring information back. This residual flow is what I have talked about as “resonance”(Chapter 27: The Resonant Power Around Us).  It is through our sensitivity to this energy that we can push our resonance into the world.

            Just as your glowing Love moves and flows into everything around you, drawing out cooperative resonance to move the world with you, so too you can build on these resonances to bring forth movements beyond the passive cooperation the world reflects from your inner being.

            The way it was explained was that it is very much like the resonance of a new idea, a piece of art, or a new and beautiful piece of music. On hearing it or seeing it for the first time there is an instantaneous general agreement on its beauty. That is the resonant pulse between us shinning through.

            Some things are so right or so perfect that they have this power from their very inception.

            Why is that? Because they have been formed out of this very powerful world resonance that whoever created them was open to at the perfect moment. That was the magic formula: inspiration and the will to act on it. We all have these moments, small and large.

            Once, in a television interview, the singer Bob Dylan was explaining that he was once again getting back into song writing. The interviewer asked him if he thought he’d be able to write like he used to. Dylan answered “Can I write like that again? Darkness at the break of noon shadows even the silver spoon, the handmade blade, the child’s balloon, eclipses both the sun and moon… To understand you know too soon… that he not busy being born is busy dying… Can I write like that? Who can write like that? I don’t know who can write like that.” It was like he was saying he did not know how these words came through him. Also interesting that he misquoted his own piece slightly, mixing two stanzas. But we’ll forgive him.

            When asked how he came up with his Theory of Relativity, Albert Einstein responded “I felt like God was leading me around by the nose.” It was like he was saying that this great inspiration had come from a higher place and that he could not fully take credit.

            There are very powerful resonances moving between us at the level of our highest selves. At the level of our True Being. Tapping into this flow of energy is very powerful. With its cooperation and sympathetic movement you can move the world around you.

            How do we get there? It is exactly as it has been said. You must see and do. You must see into yourself and create your True Being. This is the self that is forgiven and forgiving and honorable and lovely (Chapter 10: Forgive Yourself Completely). This is the self that forgives all past transgressions and knows its true passions. This is the self that is one with the knowledge of what you want. This is the self that feels an overriding pure love for itself and shines this love out into the world. This is the self that accepts the entire world as its beautiful creation and lives in acceptance and contemplation of the beauty of its power.

            Moving within this True Self you can reach a higher sensitivity to the resonances around you. You can carry out and amplify those vibrations or messages or energies that are one with your higher True Being. And you can shut off and unplug the energies that are not. You can be open to the greater inspirations carried on these winds.

            Some of these resonances will seem to carry more weight as they align with our True Being. With practice we can feel and focus these resonances. You see, you are the artist. When you open your eyes and see, you see a world before you that, in fact, is your canvas. And as you can see, and should fearlessly appreciate, you have been very busy. Your talents are immense. In fact, they are immeasurable. And now you can free yourself to paint with a focused vision.

            Feeling the energies, you will know how to move the world. In truth it will simply move with you. It will come like an idea or an inspiration. You will have an idea of what to do and with your will it will be done. In perfect alignment with your higher self, in perfect step with your True Being, you will be able to call the tune. The world will appear to dance for you.

            When the resonance of your highest self is carrying forth this power from within, the resonance of your wishes becomes instantly obvious – and it happens.

            That is how it came to me. The way to move the world is there within us. Our higher self is there within us right now. There are energies flowing all around us and through us. Infinite energies in infinite connections. These are the reigns of the universe. Your higher self is holding them. You just haven’t told it where to go.

            Making that contact with that self within, if even for a moment, will unleash great power to you. You will feel it. The inspiration of this new world is there for all of us. You now need to work in the present to see. And to feel these higher energies around us.

            See Do explained that it is like the chicken and the egg. It comes to you and you amplify it through your inner glow and shine it back out. The events that take place? They came from where? Did I move the world? Or did the world move me?

            I ask and he takes me back to the beginning. Time does not exist. Everything is connected. There is only one.

           — continued  (Next, I ask “Is the Future Set?”)



§ October 17th, 2009 § Filed under Chapter 30: There Is No Time § Tagged , , , , , , , § No Comments

When does your spirituality become more than a beautiful view of the world? When does knowing the truth mature into accepting the responsibility? And when does it take on some urgency? Are we there yet?

When does your spirituality become more than a beautiful view of the world? When does knowing the truth mature into accepting the responsibility? And when does it take on some urgency? Are we there yet?

           For the first time I realize that when my spirit guide, See Do, has said “Time does not exist. There is no Time.” that it has two meanings. Time does not exist. It is an illusion. But also I now am coming to understand that there may be some urgency to See Do’s simple instruction.

           I realize more than ever that he is telling me what to do. The instruction is clear and precise. He is telling me what I need to know how to affect the events of Life. Of humanity. He is saying that it is not a game, it is a responsibility.

           I have been given to witness many small events unfold. We have “called in” many things. But he says that essentially, these have been parlor tricks. Done to make the point. And now we can all move on to begin to move the world. To affecting the soul of Life. We are all one. Everything is connected.

           And so it is beginning. I know that there is so much ahead. Great sadness but even greater joys. It is all here within. Every beginning and every ending. The course to unfold is open to all of us. It is there in our glow within, the light that we must give out in order to come to see the best in each other.

           We must see. We must do.

           But truly seeing requires a true understanding. And an openness to the mystery. We are all connected. And we will help each other. We are nearby.

           There is no Time.

           And there is much work to do.

           — continued (Next Chapter: How to Move Reality)



§ October 15th, 2009 § Filed under Chapter 29 Pt III: A Song Seats the Message § Tagged , , , , , , , , § No Comments


A tiny Jasamine flower. Can you look into yourself and see something as pure and perfect? It's there. You'll need to find it and bring it out to move the world.

A tiny Jasamine flower. Can you look into yourself and see something so pure and perfect? It's there. Now you'll need to find it and bring it out to move the world.

           My three part interpretation of the lyric of “All the King’s Horses” concludes:

           The next line, “throw down my arms and give my all…”, speaks to the dropping of all resistance to this knowledge and to the power it carries. Knowing the truth, we can no longer in good conscience resist the message. Nor the great responsibility it carries. We can no longer turn away from our power. We can create our happiness. We can create our world in its most perfect form.

           And by dropping your resistance, throwing down your arms, you must put aside and give up those things inside yourself that you carry as weapons against your higher self. By that I mean those things that allow you to feel you are somehow undeserving of everything you want in this world. The self-doubts, the buried pains and hurts, both inflicted on you and perhaps inflicted by you on others. The losses and loneliness and shames. Whether slight or large. Whether clearly visible or deeply hidden. You must call upon yourself and whatever help around you that you might need to pull these out and forgive them. You must utterly forgive all of these doubts and transgressions. You must realize your power to heal yourself in this way. You can look square inside yourself and forgive. And forgive completely.

           And you must forgive yourself your misshapen and false personal identities. Any feelings that you are somehow incapable of these things or have negative tendencies or destructive, or handicapping qualities that keep you from rising to a greater place in yourself… they all must be seen and forgiven. You must look inside and see. Then you must do; you must act to openly, honestly and sincerely forgive everything. This is the start of your power. And you will feel it immediately.

           And having found and created this purer self the only thing to do is just this: give your all. You must see into yourself and create the one being you want to love. Find your passions and see the route to expressing them. You will find all of your happiness in that. And all around you, others will see it in you and respond to you. You will find the true affinities with the souls around you. Once you find this Love inside yourself and set it ablaze everything else will flow from you and to you.

            You will be able to look into your own light and see what it is that you most want in your life. What you want to do with your life. It is this in you that your light must illuminate. It is in seeing this, that you will gain the power to create your world.

           In short, you must know what it is you want. Because it is to this vision that you will give your all.

           And with the glowing torch you hold within you will be able to see your world very clearly. You will be able to look out at the landscape in front of you and you will be able to see exactly what is there. There will no longer be any need for the judgments and fears of the past. The empty hoping will seem almost funny now. You will be free. And you will be free to act on what you see.

           And you will see that your responsibility is to act, to do, to bring the truth of your inner passion to life. The energy you will create and glow into the world will in turn set others ablaze. This is how we change the world.

           “I’ll be your soldier of Love.”

           This speaks to the responsibility to the universe. This is the responsibility and honor of a soldier to carry forth the order. In this case it is the order from within ourselves. We will be true to ourselves and project the Love we have within. And it is not something you pick up and put down when you feel like it. It is not a practice or a ritual that can briefly connect you to some higher spirit. This is entirely within you to create moment by moment. And to shine out into the world around you.

           The singer then corrects it with “I am your soldier of Love” as the conversion is complete. This is not a promise we make for some future application. Knowing and applying these things we can now move forward with full grace into the very next moment. And the next. And see and feel the effect. There is the effect on our inner self and the effect on those around us.

           “Glad to be falling… for the beauty within… beauty within… beauty within.”

            This sums it up nicely. Falling for the beauty within. And it is the endless falling more and more deeply in Love that makes it all stronger, that makes our fire glow ever brighter.

            So I hear this song and feel it all. I hear these words and am re-armed. I am a soldier of Love.

            — continued (Next Chapter: There is no Time)



§ October 13th, 2009 § Filed under Chapter 29 Pt II: A Song Seats the Message § Tagged , , , , § No Comments


Just as you can see inside this cracked shell, the Universe can see inside of you. And if you are patient enough and sensitive enough, you can come to see out into it as well.

Just as you can see inside this cracked shell, the Universe can see inside of you. And if you are patient enough and sensitive enough, you can come to see out into it as well.

           My interpretation of the lyric of “All the King’s Horses” continues:

          “All the King’s horses… All the King’s men…”

           I love the thought that comes with this line. You see, this references the nursery rhyme “Humpty Dumpty”, where the egg character Humpty Dumpty falls off the wall and “all the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t put Humpty together again.”

           Here, I see this line as an expression of the power of the truth. Once you know the truth about the world, your Love, your power and what you can do, there is no turning back. Once the truth has broken through your shell, there is no putting that shell back together again. Once you know your power and see your place in the world as a responsibility, to yourself and to the world, there is no climbing back inside the shell you were in before.

           I’m free now. I know that the Love within has the power to make things happen beyond anything I had ever before imagined. And just seeing it take hold in one other person; just seeing Susan transform her view of her art, her craft, her view of life, has doubled my view of the power in me.

           And I’m not going back. The world is too beautiful now.

           “I’m on the outside lookin’ in… over and over… ‘n over again.”

            In these words I came to gain a better understanding of the resonance between each of us in the world. This line reminds me to remember that I am not just myself, trapped here inside this one body, inside this one apparent being. That rather, in between the tiniest clicks of what we see as time’s passage, we are spending an equally tiny click as every other being in the world. In fact, our energies pass through, and express, every particle in apparent existence. We have put everything in motion. And as each being, from each of our perspectives, reality seems like a seamless existence moving along a forward flow of Time.

           And along the way, we encounter each other. We see and interact with many other beings in this temporal reality. So in reference to understanding my own particular being, I must also understand that I am outside myself, seeing myself from every other possible perspective. In the case of other people, you are also them encountering you.

           So, you’re on the outside looking in, over and over and over again. So behave.

           Your responsibility to your being extends infinitely. You are interacting with everything.

           “There’s no telling where I’ve been… How I’ve returned here… How much I have seen…”

            These thoughts expand on the previous line. You have, in fact, been everywhere. And everyone has been you. In this truth there is great responsibility.

           As you move through the universe you carry with you some of who you are. The energy of what you feel goes with you out into the lives of others. Just as their innermost energy passes through you. This residual self leaves its trace wherever it goes. And it leaves its strongest effect in those whose inner self is in tune with ours. And visa versa. We feel this all the time as an inexplicable affinity for another person, even though we may have just met. We can feel it for a place, or for that matter, a piece of music, a work of art, even an idea.

           Everything that exists has moved through you. And is moving through you. And you through everything. It is happening right now. And you can’t shut yourself off from it. You will feel it. And it feels you.

           As you return to be yourself across this next tick of our perceived Time, you carry back much of the world, and seamlessly integrate it into your greater being. With a highly developed sensitivity, you can feel these great movements outside yourself. Sometimes when we are most still within, we are aware of a greater “vibration” around us. And there are places in the world where we can feel these energies more clearly.

           We all know this and have felt it many times.

           The last part of the line “How much I have seen…”, conjures an overriding respect for the entire experience. You have seen everything, lived everything, experienced it all. Now you need to give back into that eternal cycle the very best in you that you can express. It will be felt. And appreciated. When you let your Love flow out you will notice that others around you are sensing it and feeling an affinity for you and will respond in kind. You will see the cycle working.

           “I’ll weave a circle out of sun… Throw down my arms and give my all…”

           In this I see the responsibility we face in our temporal reality. The first statement, to me, is a reference to our living in this world where all we perceive is Time. Weaving a circle out of sun conjures a time-lapse image of the sun circling over our world through the days of our existence. Instead of a barely moving bright dot, we see the trace of the sun’s movements through the days and through the coming and going tilting of our view through the seasons. The result is a spirograph weave of bright threads overhead, tracing a thick golden tapestry around our world, over our life.

           And each of us will live this life, here in this temporal reality. This, to me, represents the acceptance of this reality as our home. And it should be a proud acceptance. And it carries with it the acceptance of our responsibility here to our inner selves and to the outer world. A proud acceptance and an honor to fulfill.

           — continued (Part III of “A Song Seats the Message”



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 Much of my photography focuses on looking close or seeinginto the heart of things, to see "the beauty within."

Much of my photography focuses on looking close or seeing into the heart of things, to see "the beauty within."

           Due to its length, I’ve divided this chapter into three parts. Here is Part I:

            Songs can carry resonance that captures or helps to seat some personal message. One such case for me has been some of the tunes on a 2005 album from Robert Plant and the Strange Sensation, “The Mighty Rearranger.”

            One song in particular, “All the King’s Horses,” seems to capture much of the essence of this entire spiritual experience for me. Once, while I was listening to it, See Do said simply to me, “Be a soldier of Love.”

            Here is the lyric, followed with the message I feel when I hear it.

           Swift ‘n true straight to my heart

           Love has come callin’… and I’m back there again.

           I pour myself a brand new start,

           Glad to be falling for the beauty within.

                     All the King’s horses… All the King’s men…

           I’m on the outside lookin’ in…over and over… ‘n over again.

           There’s no tellin’ where I’ve been,

           How I’ve returned here… how much I have seen.

                     All the King’s horses… All the King’s men…

           I’ll weave a circle out of sun,

           Throw down my arms and give my all.

           I’ll be your soldier of Love.

           I’ll weave a circle out of sun,

           Throw down my arms and give my all.

           I’ll be your soldier of Love.

           I am your soldier of Love.

                     Glad to be fallin’… for the beauty within.

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            And here is what these words say to me:

           “Swift ‘n true straight to my heart, Love has come callin’”

           This evokes the dead-aim of cupid’s arrow, which has always been an allegory for the strike out of the blue that Love often appears as. In my case the bolt came with the revelations of See Do as to the true nature and power of Love.

           And this time it is Love itself which has come calling. Not a love, or someone who’ll give their love to me, or someone that I’ll give my love to, but Love itself. It has come for me. And this time, it has come to guide me.

             “and I’m back there again.”

             This line strikes a chord. I’ve fallen in Love many times and know the sentiment all too well. I know the beginning and the ending. In re-feeling thoughts of past Love, I know I’ve circled all around it, but have never found its center. I’ve always thought of it as some form of currency, something I could give to someone special. Or I looked for them to give it to me. Like winning it from someone would somehow save me. Now I know it doesn’t work that way at all. And now I know that being “back there again”, though it may conjures memories, happy and sad, I also know I have found a deeper and more satisfying truth.

           “I pour myself a brand new start…”

           Here is where I am in my life, laid out in one line. Everything in my life is at a new starting point. And most especially this condition applies to my spiritual development in the aftermath of meeting See Do. Everything is new. Bright and new.

            “Glad to be falling… for the beauty within.”

            Here is the heart of it. I now know that Love is that flame inside each of us. And that the path to Love is to feel that Love within for ourselves and to build that flame. We each need to be that one being that we can most truly love. And we need to honor that being by being that person who we can most truly honor. Then as we feel this Love within, we must grow our light and let it shine out into the world. This is the opportunity, or rather the responsibility, we have in every moment of life. To be and to express that beauty within. In every act, in every expression, we must be aware and carry our inner beauty and joy in ourselves out into the world.

            This is an incredibly powerful truth. The responsibility of radiating our inner Love into the world. The power in being the being that you would most honor with your Love. And shining it out. This is the beginning point of the ideas that See Do has brought to me. With this powerful glow from within we can move the world.

            — continued (Next: Part II of “A Song Seats the Message”)


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