the freshly fallen snow forces a new picture
how we decide to trace our footsteps
if we look back at all
or even think back as we walk forward
think forward
stepping back from art to see the whole intention
or dissecting the thoughts up close
to understand the thinkers intention
intention
where truth lies.


- Mary Christine Climo

From the East House of Light
May wisdom dawn in us so we may see all things in clarity

From the North House of Night
May wisdom ripen in us so we may know all from within

From the West House of Transformation
May wisdom be transformed into right action so we may do what must be done

From the South House of the Eternal Sun
May right action reap the harvest so we may enjoy the fruit of planetary being

From Above House of Heaven
Where star people and Ancestors gather
May their blessings come to us now

From Below House of Earth
May the heartbeat of her crystal core
Bless us with harmonies to end all war

And from the Center Galactic Source
Which is everywhere at once
May everything be known as the light of mutual love

O YUM HUNAB KU EVAM MAYA E MA HO!

- Valum Votan (Jose Arguelles)

Helena, Ruby and I journeyed just across the Maryland border to Freeland, MD to meet with the people of Heathcote Heathcote intentional community. We met with our host, Dana Bloomsfield, who proceeded first to show us to one of the bathrooms in the Old Mill, before venturing back out into the overcast cold, and up the hill to the new straw house being built, which was utterly astounding.

After a thorough tour of the straw house, we went back down the hill into the enchanting mill stream valley, and back up the other side to visit Bill, a 89 year old man who was once an aborist, who developed an eclectic fun hanging swings all around his property and inside his house. There was one swing, suspended between two trees, that allowed the thrill-seeker to climb-up a ladder as far as 20 feet, in order to launch. The girls each took one ride beginning from the 4 foot platform. I myself, only ventured to climb-up a few rungs. After a while in the cold, we went in to visit Bill and his mustard colored cat and old dog. Bill once owned the 45-acre Heathcote property before transferring it to a land trust organization, and although he isn't officially part of the community, he is the sage on the hill. His wife died a month ago and so he was ready for company.

Afterward we ran down the hill through the bare tree forests to return to the Old Mill, where Helena and Ruby became quick friends with two of the resident children, 4-year old Avan (whose birthday was being celebrated that day) and his 8-year old sister.

I met Charles, the community sage whose deep penetrating gaze made me feel right at home spilling a deluge of ideas and influences, to let him know where I was "coming from". Although the community has no "one" in charge, it is apparent that everyone reveres Charles.

Dana invited us to stay for dinner, and seeing as it was her turn to prepare the community meal, I couldn't resist the invitation to cook for 11 adults and 6 children! So, while I prepared a recent favorite of mine "almost raw felafels", Dana went to work making rice, spaghetti for the resident "kids" and re-baked squash, and a vegetable medley.

Our (her) meal was a hit, as it seems she typically makes lentils, and so everyone was delightfully surprised to discover something new. We talked a bit about the origin and meaning of my name, Jahrun, about the Enneagram, about lack of tolerance for gays in Jamaica, and children.

After the meal everyone had a meeting, and so we essentially did an "eat and run" maneuver, which was fine with me because I was getting very sleepy from all the stimulation and intense social engagement. It was time to say goodbye. We drove out of the pristine wooded valley and off into the cold night. Ruby fell to sleep within minutes of reaching the road.

I always was more of a minimalist, but my "enlightenment" and subsequent events and practices, like yoga, have truly led me to simplify my life even more.

Actually I have been re-evaluating my own livlihood these last months. I went to bed last night contemplating how I would feel about selling everything . . . yes, even the grand piano, and the bed my children were born in . . . gulp.

Why? Freedom to travel.

I was showing the girls an area of Jamaica on the Google Map where Rhonda, a friend of mine, owns 45 acres of tropical forest. She and a bunch of other people have been milling on the prospect of beginning an intentional community there. For me, it has catalyzed and reinforced such thought processes as how to lighten my load and the things that keep "taking" from my quality of being. It is likely that I stay here one more growing season, ie. through until next fall.

So, until I decide on travelling, part of my new ideas for shifting my livlihood away from computer software development to include hosting "get healthy" retreats for individuals and couples ... people who are "on the edge" and who have had enough of the consumer ruse, and just need some wind in their sails.

My guests would live with me anywhere for a couple days to a week, or more. What would we do? First we would begin reversing the process of desensitizing their sense of smell and exposure to toxic substances by washing all of their clothes in fragrance-free detergent and removing all make-up/cosmetics cremes in a hot bath. Then sit by the fire and do yoga. Food preparation and eat. Go for a long walk through the woods, and have a talk about nature. Play drums together. . . Essentially live with me and the chidren for a short while to experience how me and the girls live.

Not only have all of our guests been highly influenced, but truly inspired to for themselves and children.

"A mind once stretched by a new idea never regains its original dimensions."
- Oliver Wendell Holmes US author & physician (1809 - 1894)

The White Light is the aura of your being. It is your extended neurological system.

It could be that your aura is "clouded" because of "blockages" between energy centers. Your Root chakra should be wide and connected deeply to the Earth. Your Crown should be like a wide doughnut and, like a funnel, connected to the Universe. We are all trees in this manner. That's what growing-up is all about. Including your Crown and Root, all other chakras: sacral, solar-plexus, heart, throat and third-eye centers should be fully inter-connected.

When you first begin to feel this interconnection, you might experience the sensation of a cyclone energy spiraling up through you. This is Kundalini. Your awareness of both your inner energy-center connectedness and that connectedness to the Earth and Heavens, allows you to be ready to "share" with others in a way that is spiritual and energistic. This is Tantra. Lovemaking in this way is Tantric, however the term Tantric, does not imply sexual intimacy.

At times you may see your own light, look out and "see" the pink light of most everything else. You may even "see" a cast of things that others would claim are not there. By observing this, you are broadening your experience of the present, and in some cases, shifting out of the temporal dimension, the dimension of time. You will see others auras as whitish or grayish.

Fingertip Exercise
Here is a simple exercise for checking your energy level awareness:

1. Breathe slowly and deeply from your navel, in and out a few times, returning breath to normal.


2. Bring your awareness to your left hand.


3. Maintain that awareness and then bring your awareness to your left shoulder, then elbow.


4. Now, slowly pass your fingertips of your left hand a couple centimeters distance from the underside of the right fingers.

Be wary that you don't over extend your energy. It is easy for one to be so taken by the delight of this experience that they can quickly become exhausted. It is highly important that you keep energy moving "in" through one or more energy centers.

Crown Exercise

It is generally easiest for etheric people to begin establishing contact with the universal pool of energy by ignighting our crown with the fingertips.

1. First use the energy awareness of the fingers to feel out around the head for the rim of the crown. Test at different distances to see where the rim is. You will feel it in or on the surface of your head.


2. Slowly and repeatedly, comb the fingers up and out, drawing that crown awareness out further from the head.


3. Finally, place your hands on either side of your head, fingers slightly curled-up as if your holding-up a large basket of fruit above your head, imagining and actually feeling the funneling now of energy rushing in. Your temples or whole scalp may begin tingling or feel engorged.

Now that you are receiving that energy through your crown, retry passing your finger tips across the underside of the fingers on the opposite hand.

Once others are "shown" the energy from your fingertips to theirs, the recipients minds are suddenly stretched, as their sensations make it irrefutably self-evident that we ARE energistic beings and ARE ALL connected in this way.

Namaste.

Kristine Williams (Red Electric Serpent) was born this day 1/13/1968.

From 1993

Stephen Hawking
The Illustrated A Brief History of Time
From the End of Chapter 2:

Time and space are now seen as dynamic quantities with each individual particle or planet, having its own unique measure of time depending on where and how each is moving. Before 1915, space and time were thought of as a fixed arena in which events took place, but which was not affected by what happened in it. This was true even of the special theory of relativity. Bodies moved, forces attracted and repelled, but time and space simply continued unaffected. It was natural to think that space and time went on forever. The situation, however, is quite different in the general theory of relativity. Space and time are now dynamic quantities: when a body moves, or a force acts, it affects the curvature of space and time - and in turn the structure of space-time affects the way in which bodies move and forces act. Space and time not only affect but also are affected by everything that happens in the universe. Just as one cannot talk about events in the universe without the notions of space and time, so in general relativity it became meaningless to talk about space and time outside the limits of the universe.

Talked to Rhonda for well over an hour today about spirituality, skinny dipping, her friends, and the prospect of all of us going to Jamaica.

Emailed Rhonda's friend Matthew Macil in Maui, invited him to Zaadz.

Talked to Rhonda's friend, Ann Wilkenson, who is flying into Jacksonville tomorrow night to visit Rhonda for her birthday tomorrow.

Things are percolating!

Yummy dinner:
hot wok
+ organic peanut & canola oil (30 seconds)
+ organic crushed garlic and ginger (stir 10 seconds)
+ fresh curry powder (stir 5 seconds)
+ fresh squeezed lime and plum wine vinegar ( stir 10 seconds)
- reduce wok heat 
+ organic brown and jasmine rice
+ organic tamari soy sauce ( stir 30 seconds)
- remove from heat
+ shredded basil, organic cilantro, organic parsley, organic red-leaf lettuce (stir 10 seconds)
Serve.


Now watching the David Lynch video on Consciousness, Creativity and the Brain.

David Lynch in response to a question posed at the end of his U.C. Berkeley speech on 2005-11-06 titled Consciousness, Creativity and the Brain.

David Lynch:
Turn on the light, darkness goes right away, no problem. You don't have to fight the darkness.

All the good we can do for fellow man, all the good that we can do for society . . . all that is so beautiful . . . but at the same time, let's work together to turn on that light of unity, the real, most fundamental level of the world, of existence. Turn that thing up with a peace greeting group. Try that. See what happens. And see if negativity goes away like darkness goes away in the light. Laugh!

Audience Member:
I just have a quick question . . . Uh, whether you see transcendental meditation and diving within as antithetical to social activism and social movements, because this campus, in the 1960s came close to a "university for world peace". I'm not sure if that was predicated so much on meditation as opposed to social activism and jumping up and down and holding signs and speeches.

Audience:
Clap.

David Lynch:
To me . . . to me, you do what you can, like I just said. Do what you can for society. Let your voice ring out. But for me, I've got to concentrate on trying to, um . . . and I'd ask you to help me . . .  you know . . . do something that I really believe is getting underneath the problem. Not solving the problem at the level of the problem, even no matter how big your heart is. Get underneath the problem. Enliven that field of unity underneath all problems. Help do that as well.

Audience Member:
Thank you.

David Lynch:
Just read this . . .
May everyone be happy.
May everyone be free of disease.
May auspiciousness be seen everywhere.
May suffering belong to no one.
Peace.
Thank you.

Audience:
Clap.

Exunt

"A true teacher never gives seekers material rewards, nor shallow psychological gratifications, like flattery and excitement. She knows how the cunning nature in human will grasp these as substitutes for truth, which alone can save. Her action separates the sincere from the insincere. When an insincere seeker's curiosity has been satisfied, he departs. The earnest seeker, sensing something real, remains."

- Vernon Howard, Pathways to Perfect Living, p. 70

Long day ahead. How did I end-up awake until 3am? Blogger disease? Admittedly, the process of establishing and shaping this website is gratifying, though I wish it had more tools... like the Immortal Host could. Next version right? Another minor annoyance is that I cannot post-date entries before 1970. Grrr.

My aunt Diane will be arriving here around 1pm in her newer Prius with Jane and Godfrey for me drive them in my proto-Prius to the Philadelphia airport by 3 for their trip home to Coronado. Then a trip into center city to go to Trader Joe's and Whole Foods. Then to meet-up with Meg at the art museum for the Friday evening concert series. Then back here to fall-over.

On to yoga now by the fire with lime-lavender-kardamom tea and then some tidying-up around here and a quick vacuuming of the car.

It is the lure of our attraction to babies and young children that we may bask in unconditional love, in a space without judgment . . . and somehow recover what we ourselves have lost since then, that we cannot seem to find within our damaged selves, not through our post-pubescent independence and, not to be found in our ever-skewed ability to make liberating choices, eventually projecting our sense of loss on to the those very children to whom we looked-on briefly with hope.

We neglect ourselves. We have the keys to freedom, the keys to end this paradoxical and seemingly perpetual dis-ease. The problem goes beyond this lifetime. It is ancestral. We are born into the environments (no matter how seemingly poor to us) that give us the catalysts, that re-enact the scene, reconstruct the puzzle that we are to solve to reach our soul's dharma and leave behind the closed-book on our soul's karma.

Helena and Ruby are living testament to my unlocking the doors to greater freedom. They grow older now in this time-frame yet seem self-preserved, retaining their innate quality of being, they are themselves. Almost everyone is attracted to Helena and Ruby, but alas with the sub-conscious selfishness longing, meanwhile oblivious to Helena's and Ruby's wisdom, insight and abilities not found in most by their age.

I, too, sabotaged the richest intimacy when it first came, even though it was the very thing I claimed to be seeking. Cherie helped me through this. I can help you, but you must first accept that you want freedom.

Namaste.

Dropped Jane and Godfrey at the airport in seemingly record time. A nice ride, although Jane was sitting behind me in the car and I had to repeat everything two or three times. Curbside at the airport, Gram starts ruffling my shoulder with something papery as if to say, don't let Godfrey see that I'm forking you a treat. Hugs goodbye. More hugs goodbye. Back onto I-95 north feeling good, but hollow now with her absence. Exit at 30th Street. Free soup sample at Trader Joe's seemed to only make me hungrier. Thank goodness I was finished shopping there. Whole Foods, and then to the Philadelphia Art Museum by 4:30.

Few people at the museum. Generally quiet. I wandered into the South Wing to see early American furniture, glass, and art. There were a few large paintings with fantastic light by Thomas Eakins that captivated me for a while. The glassware was impressive and made me yearn somehow for an older time, imagining shots of Irish whiskey in peppermint twist stemware.

Time being short, I felt drawn to the North wing, to see the Modern and Contemporary paintings. But not until I had made a final pass in gallery 111 to see another deeply riveting painting by French Born Christian Schuessele, just one more time, the Scene from Shakespeare's "King John" (Hubert and Arthur):

Schuessele, "Hubert and Arthur"

Act 4. SCENE I. A room in a castle.

Enter HUBERT and Executioners

HUBERT
Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand
Within the arras: when I strike my foot
Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth,
And bind the boy which you shall find with me
Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.

FIRST EXECUTIONER
I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.

HUBERT
Uncleanly scruples! fear not you: look to't.

Exeunt Executioners

Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.

Enter ARTHUR

ARTHUR
Good morrow, Hubert.

HUBERT
Good morrow, little prince.

ARTHUR
As little prince, having so great a title
To be more prince, as may be. You are sad.

HUBERT
Indeed, I have been merrier.

ARTHUR
Mercy on me!
Methinks no body should be sad but I:
Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as sad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
So I were out of prison and kept sheep,
I should be as merry as the day is long;
And so I would be here, but that I doubt
My uncle practises more harm to me:
He is afraid of me and I of him:
Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?
No, indeed, is't not; and I would to heaven
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert.

HUBERT
[Aside] If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy which lies dead:
Therefore I will be sudden and dispatch.

ARTHUR
Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day:
In sooth, I would you were a little sick,
That I might sit all night and watch with you:
I warrant I love you more than you do me.

HUBERT
[Aside] His words do take possession of my bosom.
Read here, young Arthur.

Showing a paper

Aside

How now, foolish rheum!
Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
I must be brief, lest resolution drop
Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears.
Can you not read it? Is it not fair writ?

ARTHUR
Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:
Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?

HUBERT
Young boy, I must.

ARTHUR
And will you?

HUBERT
And I will.

ARTHUR
Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handercher about your brows,
The best I had, a princess wrought it me,
And I did never ask it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head,
And like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time,
Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'
Or 'What good love may I perform for you?'
Many a poor man's son would have lien still
And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;
But you at your sick service had a prince.
Nay, you may think my love was crafty love
And call it cunning: do, an if you will:
If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill,
Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?
These eyes that never did nor never shall
So much as frown on you.

HUBERT
I have sworn to do it;
And with hot irons must I burn them out.

ARTHUR
Ah, none but in this iron age would do it!
The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears
And quench his fiery indignation
Even in the matter of mine innocence;
Nay, after that, consume away in rust
But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron?
An if an angel should have come to me
And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,
I would not have believed him,--no tongue but Hubert's.

HUBERT
Come forth.

Stamps

Re-enter Executioners, with a cord, irons, & c

Do as I bid you do.

ARTHUR
O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out
Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.

HUBERT
Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.

ARTHUR
Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough?
I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
For heaven sake, Hubert, let me not be bound!
Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,
And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Nor look upon the iron angerly:
Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you,
Whatever torment you do put me to.

HUBERT
Go, stand within; let me alone with him.

FIRST EXECUTIONER 
I am best pleased to be from such a deed.

Exeunt Executioners

ARTHUR
Alas, I then have chid away my friend!
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart:
Let him come back, that his compassion may
Give life to yours.

HUBERT
Come, boy, prepare yourself.

ARTHUR
Is there no remedy?

HUBERT
None, but to lose your eyes.

ARTHUR
O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours,
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,
Any annoyance in that precious sense!
Then feeling what small things are boisterous there,
Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.

HUBERT
Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue.

ARTHUR
Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes:
Let me not hold my tongue, let me not, Hubert;
Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue,
So I may keep mine eyes: O, spare mine eyes.
Though to no use but still to look on you!
Lo, by my truth, the instrument is cold
And would not harm me.

HUBERT
I can heat it, boy.

ARTHUR
No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with grief,
Being create for comfort, to be used
In undeserved extremes: see else yourself;
There is no malice in this burning coal;
The breath of heaven has blown his spirit out
And strew'd repentent ashes on his head.

HUBERT
But with my breath I can revive it, boy.

ARTHUR
An if you do, you will but make it blush
And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert:
Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes;
And like a dog that is compell'd to fight,
Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on.
All things that you should use to do me wrong
Deny their office: only you do lack
That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends,
Creatures of note for mercy-lacking uses.

HUBERT
Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye
For all the treasure that thine uncle owes:
Yet am I sworn and I did purpose, boy,
With this same very iron to burn them out.

ARTHUR
O, now you look like Hubert! all this while
You were disguised.

HUBERT
Peace; no more. Adieu.
Your uncle must not know but you are dead;
I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports:
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.

ARTHUR
O heaven! I thank you, Hubert.

HUBERT
Silence; no more: go closely in with me:
Much danger do I undergo for thee.

Exeunt

Heavy with grief, wondering how I could be directly related to someone so awful as King John, I made way for the North Wing for Cezanne, Monet, Dali, and another more creative ancestor of mine, Mary Cassatt.

An hour later I feel the call to make my way back to the Great Stair Hall for the entertainment, (click here to get the music started) Slavic Soul Party, and wait for Meg's arrival over a $8 jumbo glass of tasty Merlot.

The scene opens with a solitary accordion player having quintessential lugubrious eyes. Like popcorn, a horn player comes out from behind the curtain, then another and then a drum player, then more brass, stacking and stammering, dishing up a brassy sauce too good for the soul-dead masses. End of the first set arrives in unison with the last sip of wine from my glass and an impending urge to find the toilet, whereupon, on an otherwise empty stomach, I swaggered down the marble steps.

Additional Slavic Soul Party Media

• Cacack Nirvana
• Into the Night
• Missy Sa Sa
• Video Excerpt

On my return, assessing the reorientation of the re-accumulating crowd, looking down to take the first step, and then glancing up to where I had been sitting to see if it was still available, it was just then I looked squarley at Meg sitting square in the middle of the steps looking right at me with a huge grin. Meg's grin! I was nabbed, like being startlingly found-out in a game of hide and seek!

Meg knew the ways and language of the kitchen and soon we had a two-top table and two salads on order. Reunited as long-lost twins, the background droned-out, passionately oblivious to the second set. Finally, our kisses caused a veritable uproar with the staff and sent us reeling and laughing, skipping and singing Oz on the way down the stairs, through the exit and out into the balmy night. A walk along Boat House Row. Intense conversation. The long drive home at 10.

To my yoga teacher Sarita (Linda Rocco) in tribute to the life of her late stepdaughter Stacey (Star) Rocco:

Evolution is not over and the best is coming now. We are being called to ascend. Angel workers come and go in this form, shepherding, influencing, helping us to attune to the higher form that we can embody now. Individual Consciousness is prerequisite to Global Consciousness. Each elevation of Individual Consciousness momentously accellerates synchronicity and calalyzing a certain gravity for attracting more from the dark to the enlightenment, to Christ Consciousness, to Oneness, to the pure benificent light form of creation. Unconditional, Loving, Gratitude. Thank you all for for your Starlight Work. Thank you for you for rippling into my wakeful state.

Visit the memorial website...

After a night with a chasm in the middle of the bed, this morning was yoga alone while Latifa did her two hours of prayer meditation... Helena and Ruby up, fruit plate and cooked grain cereals ready for breakfast, and then a solo jaunt into Wyomissing to pick-up the natural yoga mats. Upon returning, nails are clipped and everyone is on the sofa reading about New Kingdom of Egypt, growing ever weary until I suggest we eat lunch and go for a walk.

Ruby began her piano lesson. Incredible. I'll be recording a few piano sessions in the next couple days. Helena assisted with preparing lunch: shelling garlic, picking parsley, getting-out the kettles.

Latifa insists on wearing creams, etcetera, despite my irritated skin and pleas. Before lunch, I had to ask her to wash off "It's just rose cream!?" another toxic astringent skin rash bomb. Americans sure love their fragrances... even the spiritual ones.

So, we just returned from a nature walk out Vinemont Road. The girls maintained their fixation on artifacts of nature: worm-channels on an otherwise smooth stick, acorn caps, broken gourds, worm on a gourd. Helena and Ruby are seemingly as oblivious to the bland growing distance between Latifa and me, as they are to the dangers of the road; which is particularly busy today. Hee Haws revving-up their pickups as they zoom-by, already travelling too fast . . . come-on gas prices! Yeee-haaaaw! Cold hands and shortening time before we head to Lancaster for the Rachmaninoff concert, sent us back the way we came.

Now the girls are thumping around upstairs, probably incorporating the swing into their frolicking. I'll be heading-up there to get Helena to the piano.

Helena, Ruby and I just finished watching the movie titled The Illusionist given to me by my friend Latifa.

I stopped the film every 5 or 10 minutes to explain dialog and meaning to the children, which served my own expansion. At so many levels, the film reached out with messages harmonic with the building excitement of this time of grand planetary awakening to love, to oneness, to the fruits of planetary being.

Eisenheim didn't eat what others ate.

How did he do it?

Was the Orange Tree mechanical or did it grow with love?

He did learn to disappear.

We are spirits physically manifested here and our awareness of that is bringing about a new global moral imperative to release us from the slavery of our continued karmas.

Sophie appeared to die how many times? How often are we dying?

Brilliant. See it.

The funeral pyre

Where I have laid my living body.

All the false notions of myself

That once caused fear, pain,

Have turned to ash

As I neared God.

What has risen

From the tangled web of thought and sinew

Now shines with jubilation

Through the eyes of angels

And screams from the guts of

Infinite existence

Itself.

Love is the funeral pyre

Where the heart must lay

Its body.

~Rumi

A little over a year ago now, a friend of mine named Flavia suggested that the Mayan calendar would be of interest to me. Without her elaboration and her insistance, and since I already had a stack of books to read and too much on my plate already, I tucked her suggestion away. It was tucked away until I went on vacation in Brazil a couple months later in December 2005.

While staying at Trinidad beach (near Parati) I got to talking with the owner of my pousada, a Frenchman named Didier (pronounced deed-yay). In a melange of English, French and Portuguese, the two of us talked for hours about world events. Didier went on to describe and illustrate for me the correlation between:

a) Increasing dis-ease of the human race

and...

b) Global abandonment of a 13-moon calendar system

The human experience of time has become dissociated from the basic natural cycles to which all life on Earth has been intimately conceived. Disconnection with nature. Disharmony with woman. Disharmony with man. Disease.

On my return home to my tower near Reading, PA, I eagerly contacted Flavia to tell her of Didier and to consult her knowledge of the Mayan calendar. She told me to search the Internet for José Argüelles (Valum Votan, messenger of the New Time).

Since January of 2006, I have been studying the DreamSpell 13-Moon Calendar and using it daily as a means to raise my body-energy awareness (human holon), my awareness of the planet as an enrgistic living organism (geomancy), and my energistic connection to the planet (as a noospheric chip) and the cosmos, to all life here and beyond. Please be invited to view my daily Mayan calendar DayKeeper whiteboard and to get a window into my life by visiting my photo gallery.

Keeping each day using this calendar raises awareness of synchronicity and telepathy. Contact me if you would like a guide in getting started.

E'n La'kesh <=> I am another You.