The first attention, the attention that makes the world, can never be completely overcome; it can only be turned off for a moment and replaced with the second attention, providing that the body has stored enough of it. Dreaming is naturally a way of storing the second attention. – Carlos Castaneda, The Eagle’s Gift
Zeus is my hero. He was born 9/18/18. Look at those numbers… 9-9-9. I almost named him Nueve, Spanish for nine. He is a stalker, a dreamer, pure love, a survivor, an innocent, a Panther, an explorer, and an overall chill cat. Since the Covid Pandemic was announced last March my assemblage point became fixated in first attention; the Tonal. And then, an avalanche of repercussions were launched from the pandemic which all served to further fixate the position of my assemblage point. Rooted. Unmoving. Inflexible. Flight or Fight? I chose to rail against the machine. To battle the predator. Until, of course, the day on the river.
Since my last post I have kayaked several times, hiked numerous times, did an eight day detox juice fast, went vegan and entertained the idea of becoming vegan again but settled, instead, on vegetarianism. I liberated myself from the news, smudged the house, did several sweats, and had a couple of Reiki sessions. I released some long time friends who were weighing me down, with gratitude for having had them in my life followed by more smudging and, more importantly, recapitulation. Ah yes, recapitulation.
I realized, as I began to reclaim some of my personal power that I hadn’t recapitulated in a very long time. Hadn’t needed to and now, I have been working at recapitulating the past year. Restoring the essence of my life-force energy has filled me with a renewed passion to not only live again, but to live in alignment with intent, free from the predator.
During this time, two warrior seers reached out to me. Though I knew them through emails which resulted from my blog, both are people that I had never met in person nor spoken with. I spoke with each of them on the phone in the span of couple of days and perhaps they each think I’m crazier than they may have anticipated. One is a man and one is a woman. I’ve “known” him for perhaps ten years, very intermittently and her, perhaps five years. They saw me drowning and threw me a life preserver. Thank you both, I bow to you with humility and respect for pushing me to find the necessary rhythm to dance in freedom, with a passion for creativity, once again.
The second attention is an energetic configuration of awareness. In order to appreciate the position of dreamers and dreaming, one has to understand the struggle of modern-day sorcerers to steer sorcery away from concreteness toward the abstract. – Carlos Castaneda, The Art of Dreaming
That said, I am steering clear and away from the concreteness in which I had become enmeshed. It seems as though nearly everyone I know became caught in a mental loop of trying to makes sense of things that just don’t make sense. Trapped in density consciousness, I came to realize that I can only do what I’ve been talking about all along and that is to unplug.
A new creation has emerged and is evolving. It has to do with Dreaming from Within a New Band of Awareness. The balance between first and second attention occurs when we allow ourselves not to become fixated upon the everyday occurrences of the ordinary man. When we allow ourselves to become fluid and open to the beauty that lies within the dream of possibility is when we recognize that we are not bound by the so-called “official rules” of what it means to be human. I apologize for becoming trapped and I’m ready to move forward in a way that allows me to see through the darkness and I hope that you are interested in embarking on a new journey. The time has come to be impeccable with our energy, to create, and to live in a state of gratitude that we can create the reality that best supports us! Thank you warrior seers, for showing up when you did, and thank you Zeus for showing me how to just be in this world! It’s time to dance awake a new dream.
Oh, PS. This is really cheesy but a poem actually emerged in my head the other day. I never wrote poetry, I’m not interested in poetry and yet…it emerged. So here it is:
Standing Stone Vortex
A new creation has unfolded, a spinning of the heart,
Whirling, swirling, spiraling, anew we have to start,
The stories are just stories, never-ending, incomplete,
We cannot give them merit, lest they become concrete.
Let the world with all its troubles begin to slip away,
Release the grand illusion, the time has come to play,
Drop your masks, seize the day, smile at the sky,
Dance with all your energy, and kiss the myth goodbye.
Ever flowing, ever fluid, co-creation is at hand,
A new band of awareness is the key, a strong command,
It comes straight from the Spirit, full of love and full of light,
So open up your heart, spread your wings, take off in flight.