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| Everything Flows, Everything Ebbs, Everything Grows |
These writings are an entwinement of my spiritual, pragmatic, healing, and professional views.
If you are seeking alignment in the process of your ever-awakening self, please see my workshop and coaching pages. Thanks
for what you bring to the world.
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Confidently Approaching and Embracing Our Divine Self
"If you don't make yourself equal to God, you can't perceive God; for like is known by like. Leap free of everything
that is physical, and grow as vast as that immeasurable vastness; step beyond all time and become eternal."
-- Corpus Hermeticum
I would add "leap free of your mind and your assumptions of your limitations of spirit" to this amazing advice.
The yantra is one tool to get you there; begin with the gross, the physical, the doors, the directions, the elements.
Move through your senses to your mind and higher understanding, from reason to intuition to the disregard of both as ways
of knowing and being. Move through true and false, and the separation of subject and object. Move fully to the center of the
yantra and to the center of your heart to discover eternity. There find a mirror reflecting alternatively and simultaneously
your heart and the face of god, your shining mind and the eyes of the goddess seeking you back.
There are other tools for this involution and evolution; dance, love, sing, learn, touch, give, accept, open, spin, seek,
merge.
Someone lied to us once, and we have taken on the lie as those battered into false belief. We are not separate from anything,
especially our magnetic and undulating source, unless we separate ourselves. And this separation usually results in personal
and communal pain and injury. The Alchemical Divine swirls in us all, our world self and god self ascending and descending
as demanded by need and desire.
Thou Art That, the Inner Light is shining, and generation is humming; use that brightness to help you see with clarity
and that hum to help you grow and make things, to love and urge and leave the world a place of glory.
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Today, really see what's in the mirror, what swells in your chest:
creation.
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Reiki Attunements and Symbols
The question I'm most asked as a Reiki teacher is, "What's the deal with the attunement and the magical symbols?"
A Reiki attunement is offered after levels of formal study with a qualified teacher. It's a marker of the degree of learning,
of study and time put toward the healing and meditative technologies of Reiki.
An attunement is an energetic transmission from teacher to student. Attunements channel vision, value, and coloring to
the healing process, to our understanding of the unity of experience. An attunement is a ritual of passage, a recognition
that something has been learned.
And as with most spiritual concepts, after the study and practice there is non-cognitive assignment through ritual. We
can get to communion in many ways. Reiki attunment is a way, a technology, and it is a technology of healing.
It is in these states that most higher learning comes, when we are open to the non-linear and the non-substantial, to
the energetic flow that pours through us, and without us.
A Reiki Master in this process is not sharing anything personal, anything from ego, but simply opening the moment to a
greater gift, the student allowing power to be given back.
For a gift to be real, it has to be given. It's no different with the gift of healing.
Mikao Usui, the founder of Reiki, merged Buddhist, Christian, and Tantric rituals and healing practices, following a self-proclaimed
vision of "Universal Life Energy." From his vision he extracted three symbols, said to represent cycles of physical,
mental, and spiritual healing.
Symbols connect us to our unconscious drives and reaches, and from these subtle states we flower to divine power and wisdom.
The bridge is the symbol, and then there is no longer a bridge or symbol, there is no need any longer.
The Reiki symbols are a ritual metaphor, a magic languaging like The Lord's Prayer, or the Kabbalist's Ladder. Shared
language, shared symbols, and shared clues lead to shared vision. They're pictures that get you there. Like a green light.
Like a key.
The attunement and the symbols represent a moment of higher unity with teacher and student, a moment with a shared energetic
and metaphorical language, a doorway, a liminal break, and as Chogyam Trungpa so aptly puts it,"It is merely a meeting
of two minds. Two minds become one."
As with abhisheka (the ritual"sprinkling" in Vedic rites) or Christian baptism this shared ritual represents
passage in time and connection to the divine outside us, and the divine within. Healing and bliss are there. And there is
everywhere.
Peace to us all.
The Road to Damascus and the Dramatics of the Visionary Experience
A Chill Retort.
Do not stare too long into the Abyss lest the Abyss stare into you
-Nietzsche
In January 1889, the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche watched a horse being whipped to death in the streets of Turin.
Nietzsche, like Paul before him on the road to Damascus, had to do it up big and was blinded into vision by the dying
horse. So Dostoyevskian and operatic of him, seeing the truth of the new wine of the Abyss in a helpless animal being beaten
to death, followed by his fanciful conversion to crazy. I can hear the horse howl. It burns inside.
The need for Big Drama onthe conversion road seems wrongly placed. Mystifies what's normal, our innate holiness, and
locks it up with things of the world like hierarchy, separation, size, meaning -- we get so lost and away from ourselves
that we end up confused, and need a dynamic explosion or walls torn down to get us back to what we are. Then we argue it
out: no It is This, no it is There, no this is The Way. All out of proportion.
God tho it's fun to posit. Rightness leading or weaving into Roses, Light, Nothing, Voices, Choirs of No Sound, The Om-diggity.
The Big Big Vast.
I'm drinking coffee and reading about the posthuman. Seems a ridiculous phrase. I'm reading aboutbreaks with beliefs
and the destruction of systems, choosing one in place of another.
Dramatics. Lightening. Sky splitting visions. Walks in the desert, extremity. Seems ridiculous. Show-offish. The
truth is in front of you, eternity is humming just right there. And there. And there. And here, says the heart, thumpthump.
Try fusion. Try cohesion. Try ease.
Maybe even stop fighting.
Sahaja is a Sanskrit word that refers to natural joy, the elevation of all worldly things to divine status, the dissolution
of natural senses into divine expression and form. Flowers Sing. Children Smile. Horses Die. Everything is frantically
alive and vibrant. And will soon change into something Else. There is no huge movement there. Its just the day, the moment,
the flow.
I prefer a quiter knowing. A bit of equipoise in our extremity of belief. Yes my heart sings and there is everything
inside it. God is not a big deal.
We're sitting in the center of the rose, if you extend your arms you will feel its soft petals. The sound you hear in
a shell is the sound of creation, a wave of absolutely nothing embracing your beating heart. It's quiet there. You can think.
Where's a better heaven and what's a better prayer than doing and sitting in absolutely nothing?
Theroad is not so difficult.
And maybe the Abyss is not so deep.
Peace in your days and ways,
 Stumble It!
Extreme Bhakti
I dare you to love someone today. I dare
you to put away all fear and all postures of safety that keep you from receiving what you truly desire.
The outcome
of fearlessness is freedom. And the outcome of Love is freedom from fear.
I dare you.
Peace and Passion.
WHO IS SITTING AT YOUR DINNER TABLE?
for Ascension Tribe and All
Other Tribes, Burning Man 2007
Relationship is Reciprocity
--Martin Buber
Satsanga is a sanskrit term translated variably as true company, wise council, and the circle of saints.
Satsanga is the circle devoted to the discussion and activation and assimilation of truth. It is us sitting with The
Divine, our guru, our inner guru, our teachers, our masters and mistresses, our supportive circle of friends and loves.
Satsanga is who you invite to your table and who you choose to eat with.
Satsanga is the relational magic that
comes with ecstatic dance and touch.
Satsanga is the the spiritual alchemy of time in the company of friends,
maybe drinking tea, or laughing.
Satsanga is open ears and soul to a voice of power speaking truths about suffering,
bliss, love, delight.
Satsanga is the enjoyment of our favorite poem.
Satsanga is the company of your
own Heart, singing to the sun and moon with echoed response.
Most immanently, Satsanga is domestic, the bliss of being
in householding with friends, family, loves.
Most transcendentally, Satsanga is knowing that you are Divine and part
of that Council, and that your awareness of the limitlessness of spiritual expansion is true and testable.
Next
time you find yourself at a table over dinner with family and friends, look up and into the character of that table.
If wisdom reigns, if comfort of the heart is activated, if bliss rolls over you like winds or waves and you find yourself
cherised and cherising, you will suddenly find yourself in the company of heaven, and all will be well.
Peace and
wisdom in your doings and makings,
Robert
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The First Choice: Breathe
In moments of daily stress or times of high
emotion the first choice we make is often the worst choice: we forget to breathe.
The better protective mechanism would of
course be to draw in a big breath, hold it comfortably until it fills you, let the oxygen and spirit flood your brain
and blood, and stand strong and tall in the presence of fear and seeming anxiety.
In moments of fight of flight we so often deny
the life force and withdraw into ourselves, constricted, contracted, blissless, and afraid.
That life force, or prana, or breath is
our sustainer and to remember the breath, to become always aware of it, is the beginning of freedom in body and spirit.
The yoginis have always been right:
inhale, hold, exhale. Keep that awareness keenly, always.
Now stand and be The Presence you are with
your breath and fire at the fore.
Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry
-Muriel Rukeyser
peace
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A Tantric Meal
I'd made plans with Satori for dinner, and
I'd figured we'd be going out. She arrived with a bag of root vegetables from her garden, zuchinnis, parsnips, garlic, onion,
carrots---and the surprise addition of heirloom "Jesus" tomatoes. She and her friend Annika had grown them from seed in their
new home.
"Make me a healing meal?" Satori asked. I'd been in business start up for months and hadn't truly cooked
in all that time. Satori had been away for a longish stay with family, and she brought me back to the days when I cooked,
and when I cooked for us. It sort of telescoped down everything in the room and all I could see or feel was two hearts in
allignment for a moment the desire to be fed. From the root.
The food was good. We ate in relative silence. I was aware of everything in the room, the edges of light on the wall,
Satori's hunger, the taste of garlic and a sheen of oil on both our lips.
The meal was sexy, it was quiet, it was
focused, it was shared, it was divine.
Tantric ritual comes in two ways, interior and exterior. Cooking a meal of
something someone grew and sharing it with them is very much the same idea of drawing a yantra and singing a mantra, or moving
into asanas. Hearts beating together in shared experience are hearts beating with the divine. It's how you focus your spirit
and in what direction you point it.
The internal ritual happens the same way, it's how you come closer to your freedom
by knowing your relationship to truth. Truth that love is real and everywhere, that you have choices, that things grow from
seeds to root to plant to skysweeping branches and leaves, and that everything is divine. And desire is the sap that feeds
us. Desire to increase, to open, to experience, to breathe.
For Satori and I it was knowing that cooking and eating
was an honor to and for each other, and that roots would make us stonger friends.
Voltaire said at the end of Candide,
"we must cultivate our gardens." I'd agree. Share what you grow. You'll find Love on the other side of the table.
Stumble It!
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Bhakta, Baby.
Do you know much of Hanuman? Shiva and Parvati were
fucking like monkeys in the monkey forests so they were monkeys and she got pregnant. Shiva thought it wrong to get
a monkey pregnant so he told the wind god Vayu to blow the seed out of Parvati and into Anjana cause she was a monkey who
always wanted a human child.
Things work out.
Good parents the wind and god and a monkey and a devi so he blew around a bit and knew a lot.
Bound to make some enemies. Once Indra hit him with some thunder and this made Hamuman's other father the windgod
Vayu so angry he sucked the air from the sky. The gods and goddesses begged him to stop and he said he would but his
son would be blessed.
So Brahma said he'll never die Vishnu called him bhakta Indra made him safe from harm Agni no fear from
fire or burn Kala not to worry time was far from him and Devas wished him power. Pretty good for a Monkey God.
And in the Ramayana Hanuman loves Sita and Rama and
is in their hearts as Shiva and Parvati are in his and everyone is a bhakta when they stop and love and breathe their
vital breath.
coda:
Sita is jiva-atman or the individual and Rama is param-atman the universal soul and Hamuman as their
monkey friend rebinds the wound that tore when Shiva and Shakti split and we were made to spilt mind people. Hanuman winds the wound like connective threads and connects them cause
bhakta love takes away ego and makes us all devotional and helps us know that everything is Ram and more love
and Ram and more love. Krishna-blue love.
Just serve. Ego is a demon that brings us round to god. Just takes a bit of
wrestling sometimes, sometimes it comes easy. Fear is all we have to lose but people don't believe it's just that easy.
यत्र यत्र रघुनाथ कीर्तनम्
तत्र तत्र क्रित मस्तक
अन्जलिं बष्पावरी परीपूर्ण
लोचनम् मारुतिं नमश्च
राक्षस अंतकम्।
Yatra Yatra Raghunath Kirtanam Tatra Tatra Krita Mastaka anjalim Bashpawari Pari purna lochanam Marutim
nammascha rakshas antakam
That wherever the deeds of Sri Rama are sung, At all such places does Hanuman
cry tears of devotion and joy, At all such places does his presence remove the fear of demons.
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