Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Salt spray collects on the open skin causing rivulets of water to cascade downwards, rushing forth to an unknown destiny, caught in the rush of gravity, filled with the adrenalin euphoria of a void, unthinking and perpetuating a cycle, while the lone figure remains motionless, caught in a moment of reverie, as the mists roll in from the sea, enveloping and caressing each part of the body of this sentient being of immobility, transfixed and unwavering in the onslaught of circumstances and the prevailing relevance of it's very existence, which was not always the case.
This being contemplates all the crossroads and the dead ends it has incurred, the joyous times, the laughs, the tears, the inevitable good byes, as the energy of the physical transmutes itself once again, the feelings of inadequacy, the feelings of physical strength, the feelings of walking on air, the invincibility of youth and the sudden lack of fear as the eyes embraced the details of nothingness in the mist and the being began to sob and add to the rivulets of the salt spray with the tears that gently flowed out of the ducts and caused a sensation, unlike it had ever felt in the past.
The tears intermingled and flowed and there was finally that sense of peace at last, and, as the tears were not of anger, not of sadness, but of joy and completeness, a knowingness in the moment of standing alone, a moment in the greater scheme of things, a moment where all that truly mattered was the simplicity of the moment, that was the moment , that the mists cleared and the being was cocooned in the glorious rays and heat of the sunshine and suddenly the feet started to move, one step after the other.
The being realised that this life journey had many beginnings and many endings and as it picked up the pace, a new journey commenced with greater purpose and the knowledge that the intention was half of the battle.
It was now that it needed to show courage and move forward, onwards, outwards and to infinity, if that is what it takes.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
In a moment all transpires~
A glass of champagne is lifted to the lips in celebration.
A hushed silence descends on a gathered crowd in the rewarding of one it's elite members.
A computer churns over the interest of an arms dealer.
A shipment of weapons ploughs the open seas waiting to disembark it's load of death.
A midnight call whisks away a dissenter of a government.
A child goes to bed hungry.
A child disappears.
A paedophile cruises the streets preying on street children.
A run away is raped
An unknown human dies of a drug overdose.
Modern pirates hijack a ship and ransom it.
A prostitute feels the chill of a wintry breeze.
A copulation takes place.
A hit man takes out his opponent.
A circle of friends gather.
A babies diaper is changed.
A baby is suckled.
A lion stalks it's prey.
A buck tastes the metal of it's own blood.
A hooded member incites others.
A fear grows.
Money men hatch plans.
A economy crashes.
Intelligence gathering gains momentum.
A natural disaster takes place.
A festering wound is opened.
A homeless person places their head on the sidewalk for the last time.
A person is subjected to torture.
A hall reverberates with the golden sound of opera.
A drunk person starts their own car.
An aggrieved, misunderstood and alienated teenager goes on the rampage.
An abused woman loses her front teeth.
A family share their love in a night time ritual.
A preacher reins in his flock.
A surgeon saves a life
A psychologist probes a mind.
A truck driver delivers much sought after aid.
A missionary helps the poor.
A dam opens it's floodgates.
A plant begins to grow.
A heat seeking missile finds it's target.
A person loses their house through default payment.
A child blows out his candles.
A mother gives birth.
A musician pens a hit song.
An actor receives their award for their contribution.
A husband receives his promotion.
A person slides into their own oblivion without experiencing love.
A stranger extends themselves in someone elses time of need.
Through each and every moment, in the darkness and the light, there is always the choice of the path, the courageous stand of integrity and selflessness and the way forward, to be able to do one thing, that could inevitably spread and change the world, despite the ever present gloom, that will always be there, and for those unable to choose the evolutionary path, to self and group enlightenment,no matter who, where or what they represent in the hollow and shallow perspective of a moment.
Friday, December 19, 2008
A voice is heard repeating this day after day:
Lord of all around
Do you pretend!
Do you present me with only one reality!
Are you really the lord of all !
If I am trust your guidance....your wisdom
Show me a sign
Many years passed....
One day while crossing the river, the man got into problems in the current and as his head dipped beneath the water, he caught a glimpse of a sign.
"NO CROSSING --AFTER MIDDAY"
The point to the tale is do not wait for the signs to appear.
Take the iniative and above all trust your own instincts without believing that someone else can provide an answer.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
The day finally comes to a close, as the stinging hot needles of water refresh and draw out the built up tensions, which are replaced with an energised lethargy, as the swirls of water disappear down the drain, while the cool cotton sheets and the heaviness of the duvet enhance the contrast.
The eyes droop and the mind becomes a blank slate, receptive to the incoming waves of sleep, as all becomes still and the body sinks into the depths, as the mind starts to play it's own movie, which has the most colourful painting with an assortment of characters in various poses on a field of verdant green, interspersed with sunflowers and the bluest azure sky.
The characters start to move and I ask myself how that is possible in a painting and then I see the brush coming into the painting and with a few deft movements, I am in the painting listening to the chatter of all the other people in a language that I have never heard and do not understand, while as I look around, the sunflowers start to grow larger and fill up the spaces of the field and the other people, one by one start to disappear, and the question that keeps on coming up is, how is this all possible.
It is if, by merely thinking this, I am able to see the painting through the artists eyes and as I look down, I feel the palette of vibrant colours that I hold onto, and the paintbrush is in the other hand, and I seem to be coming closer to the painting.
As the fresh paint on the canvas assails my nostrils and I feel the texture of paint underneath, my/the artists fingernails, and at the same time, I am looking at the artist from the painting, and suddenly I embrace both worlds, and as I count the hairs on his/my moustache, a thought springs forth and it seems that we are both frozen in this moment of him/me, looking at me/him and I decide to have some fun.
Closing my eyes and searching for some kind of muse to take this further, and as we both contemplate in the depths of our imagination and inner core, I start to think that it would amazing, if the field of sunflowers opened up to a phalanx of seven horses, and suddenly the paint brush starts to work along the canvas and there before me are the horses, which of course are riderless, and as I think that, there appears seven riders, and with that he/I stand back to gain the perspective.
Looking closer, it is evident that that the faces of the riders are missing and the thought occurs that to go through the process of life, one has to embrace all in one's path to proceed and then the faces are filled in and they are all of the same person, which is me in different stages of my life and as I realise this, the rider who most represents me at the current time, pulls ahead and then all becomes crystal clear.
At the exact moment that we realise, that we are the artists, and the only one's we can rely on, to change the painting in our lives, is ourselves.
It is up to all, to be able to be the artist and look at the canvas, from near and afar, and be, the object of the micro picture of ourselves engaging in the many scenes of our journey, on a day to day basis.
I awake feeling refreshed and as I drink my morning coffee, something catches my eye.
Examining my finger nails, I see the residue of paint left behind.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The night is still and quiet as the temparature drops and the glow of a large camp fire causes the shadows to dance through the imagination.
Agile and fleetfooted, the last shimmerings of the desert heat have come to a standstill and the glowing embers embedded in those flickering flames, highlight a lone figure, sitting motionless in the cool embrace of the shadows, which play along the contours of a strong face, blessed with the space of serenity and a peaceful countenance, while the almost imperceptible movement of the larynx, brings the awareness of a chant, which is continous in it's intentions, as the sparks of the flames rise into the star filled night sky, creating more shapes and messages, as the heat of the fire attracts rattlers and cobras, which form a circle around the fire, and the man, stays motionless, as the circles complete themselves.
The rattlers are closest to the fire in the inner circle, and as they strt to rattle in unison, there seems to be a change in energy.
The cobras form an outer ring and lift themselves up high in all their hooded splendour and seem to sway from side to side, to the chanting and the sounds of the rattlers.
The pitch and the intensity of the sound grows and there seems to be a light emanating from the circle which increases it's own self illuminating brightness, until there is this energy bubble surrounding all and then the doorways start to appear.
These are not doors in the traditional sense, but are openings or portals into paralell realities and as they become clearer there appears before each a figure.
Each has the wizened face of an elder and adjoined to their misty like appearance,which has a n emanating glow, is the head of an animal, which seems to be attached to their own heads and lives in harmony with it's host.
There are eleven in total and through each portal lies a new vista.
There appears a lone figure in the circle, head bowed and perfectly still as there is always a waiting period for the energies to adjust.
There are two doorways which start to vibrate and glow more profusely.
The lone figure, head bowed, eyes closed, moves in the direction of one doorway without opening it's eyes.
The choice has been made and the doorways start to disappear one by one, until the illumination recedes and all that remains are the rattlers and the cobras, who stand down and move closer to the figure sitting by the fire.
The shadows dance in the firelight and each snake seems to be absorbed into the figure, still sitting and chanting, until the last snake disappears and as the sky brightens, the embers of the roaring fire are all that remains of a night time vigil in the desert.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
As I wander in a kind of ethereal daydream, I feel the muscles in the pit of my stomach bunch and feelings of an overiding emotional wave starts to sweep over me, as the rivulets of transparent joy spring forth from their tear duct crevices to embrace a moment of connectedness to joy, humility and wholeness, as the true glory of the energy and spirit is revealed, in a milisecond, which seems like an eternity, as it etches and imprints itself as a reminder of an archetype memory, which was once forgotten and is now, in the instant, filled with a clarity of jubilation, as the light extends itself even further, while the blocks that were placed here, that seemed at first transparent and flimsy, vacillate into an altered perspective, as the they solidify and rejoice in the process, and the journey, from the letters, the words and the thoughts, which appeared empty and vacuous at first and the actions, as the thoughts, solidified into the intentions of universality and the eventual outcome, moment by moment, as all was and is seen for what it truly is, and in the sojourn ,of filling the darkness ,with the light, while embracing the internal darkness, and choosing the light, there will always be moments where the hollowness of the illusion knocks at the door, and as a guest, is invited in to explain itself for what it truly represents, and as the moment becomes many moments, and the explanation grows, there is a solitude in the quietness, as all the alternatives of the darkness are spilled out, and all the variations are laid bare, as the door opens to a light, which fills self, and the external reality, the darkness, stays indoors, expended in it's own reality, as the stride of the seeker becomes bolder, the darkness loses it's oppressive vice like grip and begins to wallow in it's own impotence, relegated to an illusion, where as, the truth and authenticity dance among a sea of colourfull flowers serenaded by all of nature, and finally, the next moment is upon one, seeking other atttributes, presenting new lessons, and as the day ends, the head slowly slides down to the ground and gives thanks, for what has been given and what is to be received with the rising of the sun on the following day.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The wind pushes me along the path of this part of the journey and as I walk through this forest of giant companions, smiling at me as the breeze catches their leaves and branches and in the silence, I hear their laughter, as the rays of the distant sun flash on the path ahead, guiding me inexorably to a destination of unknown knowingness, while I start to breathe faster, taking in the embryonic darkness of a process that is cyclic.
Progressing deeper into the growth, the path narrows and the giant fern fronds brush against my cheek, showing companionship and compassion on a journey filled with the surrennder of the reality I had just left behind and the pre programmed normality of the reality, of an illusion, which has subverted and cloistered the truth and authenticity and propelled me on a journey of discovery, travelling the external, to reach the internal and vice versa.
Assimilating all that is on my path, there is the calmness which washes over me in waves ,and around me the flora starts to glow in hues of gold, as the sounds of the distant waterfall ring out with a rythmic beat, to which the birds answer in a natural rhythm of a chant, which seems to spur me on in my pace, while my footprint of self seems to grow and the golden light of the flora merges with the light that emanates from deep within and as the two begin to merge, the forest takes on an altered perspective.
I begin to see the connection between all living matter and how it relates to self.
My orbs of vision scan around and it seems that at times I do not even have to move my head.
Maybe ,it is that, i am totally still with my eyes closed and what is around me 360 degrees is available to be seen, until there appears to be a set of pin prick blackness garnering my attention and as I focus, I see that these spots of blackness are of different colours and then there appears the golden pools, which draw me into their glidepath and as I near, a puma locks onto my eyes and the longer I look into these pools of liquid gold, the more i begin to merge with this wonderful animal and in the process, I am racing towards, I do not know what, feeling the agility and the power as I travel as one, leaving the path and manouvering through the obstacles at speed, until, the forest thins out and in the clearing stands the largest and most beautiful waterfall that I have seen, and the spray lands on the whiskers and the fur of the puma and I feel it's moistness, and know that both are experiencing the same,as one.
Looking down I see my own body and standing across from me stands the puma and as I cast my gaze sideways, i see this large edifice with stairs leading up to an entrance.
Switching my gaze back to the puma, it is already on his way towards the building and there are forty nine stairs and fourteen pedstals, seven on each side.
The puma pauses at the first pedestal at the bottom then in one fluid movement leaps onto it. Instantaneously it is bathed in a flash of light and when I am able to it again, there is a statue of the puma, on the pedestal, blessed with the most intricate detail in the darkest stone that I have borne witness to.The eyes are of golden anber and as i watch, the puma moves onto the next pedestal and the process repeats itself until all of the seven pedestals have statues and then it disappears into the darkness of the doorway and as I marvel at what has just transpired, there appears an eagle above ,which startles me as the sound of it's wings flapping cause me to freeze.
Closing my eyes I only see the blackness at first and then I feel the rush of the air around my body, which is feathed ,and on either side are the wings flapping in a rythmical beat, which causes me to feel an elation of spirit.
My vision becomes clearer and I take in the true breadth of the forest, which stretches as far as the eye can see, and as the details start to reveal themselves, I see a forest filled with every single creature from the termites, the butterfly, the birdlife, flying in full colour, the different species of cats, the small buck, the dragon fly close to the water and then the many monkeys and apes, which swing from tree to tree an forest becomes quiet, as there appears to be an intrusion of a different species, and with that comes the noises and diferent sounds and smells, which up to now have remained foreign to this bastion of nature, and then comes the chain saws, the loggers and the bulldozers,who start to decimate, that which survived for eons, and from the point of view up above, I see the edges of the forest and it resembles a piece of bread, which has had a bite taken from it.
I feel the confusion of all who inhabit the forest and I hear a voice which keeps on repeating itself, and as I close my eyes to concentrate, I am back on the ground, and the eagle has alighted onto the first pedestal on the right and proceeds to emulate the same process as the puma.
I walk up the steps, reaching the first landing and the voice becomes louder and louder and the statues, who were gazing outwards, start to look inwards at me on the landing and through my body, I feel this jolt of energy, which spurs me on to each successive landing, and as I stand at the portal of darkness, I look up to see the intricate carvings of intertwined snakes around the lintel and on either side of the doorway and next to the each snake is another animal, which is slightly recessed, and as my eyes take in the detail, I see a tortoise, a bear, an elk, an antlope, a monkey, a butterfly, a parrot, a dolphin ,a whale, a tiger, a camel, a lion, a buffalo, and I start to wonder why all these animals are represented when some of them do not even exist in this forest and then I hear the voice--" IT IS IN THE WHOLENESS THAT WE ARE ONE", and as I pass the doorway. the floor luminesces with a pulsing energy.
As solid as the floor looks, it feels, that with each footfall that is taken ,that it is moving all around me.
Covering the floor on the left are the shed skins of snakes and on the right is an array of feathers, from all types of birds.
These seem to be moving into some kind of pattern and as I watch they start to levitate, turning around and around, in a whirlpool effect and they begin to pulse and emit a hum, which grounds me on this part of the journey and I wonder what next and why.
The feathers become one giant feather and moves through to the next portal, and I follow.
As I leave the last room disappears and I am left in a room which has water seemingly bubbbling up from the stonework, and now as I approach there seems to be some kind of invisible force holding this pool in place and as I step up to the rim of this pool, all goes quiet and the bubbling ceases.
Looking at this pool it turns to obsidian blackness and a shaft of sunbeam lights it up from above, which perplexes me, for as I look up the light is far too bright to see anything and I am transfixed.
As I look into the blackness, my whole journey reppeats itself in slow motion and the voice grows louder and then I hear what it is saying--" IT BEGINS WITH YOU AND ENDS WITH YOU".
In that moment all disappears and I feel the wind on my cheeks and I am still strolling through the forest.
I remember all of what had happened and know that this was not just an imaginative expeditionary experience.
The thought reverberates through my mind continuously, until I place my hand in my pocket and withdraw the shed skin of a snake and one feather.