The Collective Pain Body & Transmission of Transmutation
We Can See The Cords That Connect Our Pain. These Function As Channels By Which We Can Draw Needless Suffering, Or Through Which We Can Choose To Heal The World.
Healers Teachers & Initiates
~ No Sword No Shield ~
The Collective Pain Body & Transmissions of Transmutation
We Can See The Cords That Connect Us Through Pain. These Are Channels Through Which We Can Draw Needless Suffering, Or By Which We Can Choose To Heal The World.
Illuminable Extrospection
Humans experience energies much like other elements are perceived. You do not see wind, you see the debris and particulate it conveys. You do not see light, you see its reflection- the side that is not shadow. You see fragments of spectrum as carbon variations reflect the reds, the yellows, the blues and the greens, and the vastness of beauty by their limitless combinations. Still ….. this is merely a reflection.
That which you see in the physical, we tell you, is neither their infinite array nor their incomprehensible spectacle of glory. As much as physical sight will allow, it is dulled to the infinite geometrics of that which is not merely reflection, and yet remains unseen.
You feel the warmth, but not the structures transporting light and energy, nor the speed or wakeless force which delivers its comfort and utility. Neither do you see the envelope from within which humans comprehend a relationship to the universe relative to time- another composition of which only its reflection is perceived. It is a concept only beginning to seep in, and contradict the idea that you are separate from anything else, or that confines perception to a sequence of passing moments, making time the reference to your existence, and eternity the illusion in your mind.
~ Image Artist Bruce Rolff ~
The Calling
The Calling
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I glanced to the wind blowing past me today
My Spirit swept by like a stranger, though looking
Told a story and touched the earth
Calling dead leaves and memories to the ground
Crisp and crackling, dancing across stones
Gathered and placed to mark a garden
It’s bringing me home I can hear the wind say
Whistling between rocks that hold no green
I stand and wait for the sound of my feet
The purpose once echoed in my stride
Hearing my name from the calling of a distance
Laughter welling up with my leaping to the gate
Running to the sound of my name in a whisper
Calling me further to source and away
I thought it another, I heard among the leaves
That spun and danced around my dreams
Tears welled up in my heart and eyes
Clouding my vision and honing my sight
To see I had waited for a dream not my own
But the calling was to me, by a chariot of wind
The footsteps I heard were my own, in a vision
Their echoes, my calling and departure
I held us here, which kept you away
Hearing but not listening who called
I thought it a stranger among my fears and hope
In a dormant and untended garden
Still the love real, and the tears rejoicing
Lifting to the sky, smiling goodbye and good journey
I reached to the wind blowing past me today
My Spirit stood by like a friend, long waiting
To cast a story and touch the sky
Calling my soul to mindful waking
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Image Artist ~ Moreen Blackthorne
Chronicles of A Shamanic Path: The First Return
Introducing David-Bruce to Shamanic Journeying this week, it was not surprising the old Mystic had been on them before – without the nomenclature or some of the geographical markers. It’s like meeting somewhere new with old friends – leading to saying hello to a few new ones along with the old. It would seem David’s affinity and close relationships with Shamans in Peru, in the Andean traditions- lent a previously unrecognized familiarity that all indigenous creatures attain. When our journeys take us to the same place as another- we know a deeper world within each other, as well as within our selves.
I picked up a journey I started long ago. Stepping over a patch of rubble that wasn’t there before. To see one’s past in the tangible mounds of hollow clacking bones scattered in dry crunching particulate and ash – where every step kicks up a cloud of white, dissipating into an ancient path . We let go, and see our vision once again. With a power we knew before.
Lateral Learning, Transcendent Teaching, Fashion-less Faith
Wishing the world peace
Wishing communities and its members relief from the competition that seeks superiority, one over the other
Reprieve from the competition of knowledge, spiritual attainment and the senselessness in the seeking of greater wisdom over others
The checkered flag of transformation in this race for attainment that Spiritual Fashion and Industry market like Maybelline and L’Oréal
Calls for conformity like AberZombies pitching another exclusionary Fitch
Relax
Oneness cannot escape you
You can’t be left behind
Teaching takes place in a lateral today
Vertical hierarchies
No longer exist
It’s all within you
It’s all among you
Side by Side
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Image Artist ~ Bram Janssens
