I haven’t written anything in a long time because I’m kind of afraid of saying the wrong thing and offending someone. Freedom of speech is a thing of the past. I’m not trying to be cynical, but the level of political correctness has escalated to ridiculous proportions and even the term “politically correct” is being changed to “socially acceptable” because it is apparently more neutral and somehow less offensive. Every word we speak is analyzed, judged, and evaluated. Whatever.
As people’s sense of self becomes more and more threatened they begin to fight against everyone and every word spoken in order to restore any sense of control to the loss of balance in their lives. Besides, there is really nothing to say anymore. I have been simply existing for the past year and half on this earthly realm as a mere observer, just watching and listening as everyone shares their stories – her stories, their stories, his stories…history – realizing that, as I’ve said countless times, there is no truth, there is only perception.
You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics. I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico. – Don Juan, The Active Side of Infinity
I recently received an email from a long-time reader of my blog who expressed that he intuited “a malevolent force on the other end orchestrating everything” Like many of you, I know this feeling all too well.
When Carlos Castaneda asked for a logical explanation from Don Juan in response to the above quote, Don Juan said, There is an explanation which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken goods, the predators rear us in human coops. Therefore, their food is always available to them.
And now the battle continues, since we are trapped by the forces of this world. One part of us is fighting to disintegrate and die, while another tries to maintain life and awareness at any cost. There is no peace! A warrior realizes this, and uses it to his advantage. His goal continues to be that which inspired the spark of life that created him: Access to a new level of awareness. – Carlos Castaneda, Encounters with the Nagual
The world is being consumed at a rapid rate by a foreign, energetic line called “victim consciousness.” In my book there is a chapter entitled The Lineage where I write about the multiple lines of awareness that exist and how those that glow or shine the brightest aren’t necessarily the best ones to connect with. Rather, they glow brightly because of the amount of energy they receive. Here is an excerpt from that chapter:
The brightest lines are the lines into which people place a lot of energy. This makes them shiny and brilliant which appeals to the subconscious and attracts people to them easily, like moths to a flame. People provide a lot of energy to those lines by being exposed to the constant bombardment of subliminal messaging they receive through the stories, realities, beliefs, and judgments of others. These subliminal messages are fed to the public and the public, without even realizing it, attaches a lot of importance to those lines. They become brighter as the result of collective consciousness feeding them. It’s been going on for centuries. Many of those lines are man-made and have increased energetically through the world of reason and have become anchored in reality. Some of the lines are of anger, fear, greed, despair, violence, and unworthiness, to name some of the brighter yet less virtuous lines.Continue reading →
Patterns are maintained by consistently giving energy to a system of power. I choose freedom from the routines, from the patterns, from the human collective. My life is about walking each moment in full awareness, forever touching it, honing it and knowing it through the grandeur that is our existence here upon this earth. – Becoming Awareness
I like to imagine the entire Universe as a giant fractal. Each component within the fractal is a pattern that constantly flows and becomes more than it is as it continues to touch the original pattern and while eternally morphing into something different and new.
I shifted my eyes so I would see his personal life disintegrating, expanding uncontrollably beyond its limits, like a fog of crystals, because that is the way life and death mix and expand. That is what I did at the time of my son’s death. That’s all one could ever do, and that is controlled folly. Had I looked at him I would have watched him becoming immobile and I would have felt a cry inside of me, because never again would I look at his fine figure pacing the earth. I saw his death instead, and there was no sadness, no feeling. His death was equal to everything else.” ~ Don Juan, A Separate Reality
I did not understand this statement of Don Juan’s until July 2, 2017 as I witnessed cancer, the ultimate predator, steal my husband’s 53 years-young exuberant life causing him to cease to exist. I knelt beside him holding his hands and said, “merge with cosmic consciousness,” as he took his last breath and I felt his energy retreating inwards, as in a vacuum, until it was all within him, at the center of consciousness within himself. And then he was gone. And so was all of his energy. The bedroom was quiet, so incredibly noiseless and still. I looked at our very good friend who sat there with me and I said, “He did it. He took all of his energy with him and left with utter efficiency.” He replied, “Yes, he most certainly did.”
We sat there for a few minutes uncomprehendingly trying to comprehend what had just occurred. And then there was a strange otherworldly cry. Three of us in the house all heard a different thing. One heard a child, one a woman, and I heard a man. We all heard it coming from different points of origin. I heard it come from the back yard; one heard it in the front yard, and one in the garage. We do not know what it was. Maybe it was a pack of coyotes, circling the perimeter while energetically connecting to this ethereal event. An ally perhaps, helping to guide him safely to infinity? Inorganic beings? A welcoming committee?
Once you learn to discern the voice of Mother Culture humming in the background, telling her story over and over again to the people of your culture, you’ll never stop being conscious of it. Wherever you go for the rest of your life, you’ll be tempted to say to the people around you, “how can you listen to this stuff and not recognize it for what it is? ~ Daniel Quinn
I have come to realize through my life experience that the more I think I know, the less I actually know. This is a good thing, a very good thing. I don’t have as many opinions as I used to because I have come to know that everything is true, right and correct, at least from the perspective of the person who holds those perceptions. And that’s okay; it is, after all, their world, their creation, and we can’t possibly know what they’ve been through or what they are doing to maintain that perception. And unless they ask, there is nothing we can tell ‘em.
Have I not just told you that Intelligence moves through all physical forms? Whereas form is separate in its physical identity, Intelligence is One. We (plants) welcome an attitude of respect and admiration. For too long the forests have been exploited to meet your needs on a physical level. It is time now to merge our energy with mankind on higher, finer levels. ~ Michael Roads, Talking with Nature
The spring equinox is the first day of spring and is a time of the year when we plant the seeds of dreams for the earth, dreams that have the potential to become nourished and brought to fruition. Chanting and drumming in the sweat lodge on March 20th, we each shared strong intentions for planting the seeds of change; intentions for more conscious awareness to take root in humanity. These are the seeds of creative, universal life-force energy that can be nourished by all of us to liberate the planet from the grasp of seeds that have produced fear and confusion.
Any man who is attached to things of this world is one who lives in ignorance and is being consumed by the snakes of his own passions. ~ Black Elk
Millions of people around the world are committed to diverting the black snake, the DAPL pipeline but diversion is not sufficient. The water protectors in North Dakota are providing the rest of the planet with a massive wake-up call. We have got to reduce our dependence on big oil globally, and finally utilize the renewable resources that are available and plentiful. Global awareness must continue to rise and people must come to understand that petroleum is toxic to all forms of life. The environmental damage includes water resources, soil contamination, air pollution, and everything else that the oil seeps into, not to mention the health of wildlife, essential microbes, marine life, humans, and our food source. The health risks that humans and all wildlife suffer when exposed to oil spills are complex and the Deepwater Horizon in the Gulf of Mexico is providing us with an in-depth look at just how serious oil disasters are.
“Crazy Horse is coming. Crazy Horse is coming!” Off toward the west and north they were yelling “Hókahé!” like a big wind roaring, and making the tremolo; and you could hear the eagle bone whistles screaming.” ~ Black Elk as transcribed by John Neihardt, Black Elk Speaks
It is often said that the Lakota phrase, Hókahé, was Crazy Horse’s battle cry to mean today is a good day to die but this is incorrect. Hókahé loosely translates to let’s go! yeah! I’m not afraid, and let’s unite!
I know people who were able to stop their internal dialogue, and they no longer interpret, they are pure perception; they are never disappointed or regretful, because everything they do starts from the center for decisions. They have learned to deal with their mind in terms of authority, and they live in the most authentic state of freedom. ~ Carlos Castaneda, Encounters with the Nagual
From the time of birth, human beings are bombarded with words that contain entire sets of cultural customs, theoretical paradigms, and oftentimes, deluded concepts. Entire realities are imprinted upon people and each individual methodically devises their reality in order to conform to these patterns through preconceived ideas and conceptual notions. These realities are the result of the words and definitions they have received. These words become thought forms and are upheld by most.