If we take a figure
And throw it to the ground
Ants are gaining tenure
And the forest makes no sound.

All the insects everywhere
Wave a hairy, tiny pair
Into what little sky they know
That echos to the earth below

We listen for such incidents!
We weave the grass to hidden specs
We look for suckers or the kind
That follow from a spaced-out mind

Rolly Polly, Daddy Longs
Righting all our sloppy wrongs
Drinking up our trails of tears
Under foot for all these years

Stretched across my path to see.
Thanks you worms for saving me!

The sound of the sun has been described as the ultimate Om- acually the prime conciousness of our world.  The Word as it were.  Feel the sun and the Sun, the Word.  The frequencies that hold our earth so dear,  so loved. 

The Word, the Sun, shines on the waters, and structures, teases, dispenses all the creepy-crawlies, love affairs, atom bombs and floral boquets.  Damn fine- if daunting in it's scope.  Still a few details to be worked out, a few questions; I give you WTF?

Water has been shown to take on the frequencies around it, and actually store this information.  The sound of the sun, literally, has the most beautiful structures of all, when that water is flash frozen after sun-sound exposure and those crystals checked out.

Here is my friend Vic on a late April afternoon.  If you haven't really enjoyed the Sun in a while, well, let's hope it's shining in your neck of the woods.

Spent almost a whole week up in DC,  visiting my sister Stacey and hanging out seriously with my nephew Phil, home from college on Spring Break.  We did our share- perhaps more than our share- of following fine conversations and soulful address(es)- amazing artifices, smarty pants Science(s)- the Smithsonian Institute in full.  For the Books- under a billion looks,  the one and the many; the lofty and frosty and frankly some things that are scary as shit.  Teeth and gemstones of that size can only mean serious trouble.

Yes, those marble halls echoed our fleeting glimpses.  As we walked.  And walked.  Five days later, the conversation was no less intriguing, nuances and themes mellowing like wine  in our Apollonian Haunts.  Some just lying there like Idiots.  We let the Dead bury the Dead, and emerged wiser only for our reflection in and behind the glass(es); a lasting feast.............

Yep.  And then we investigated Scientology Itself:  a bold and perhaps reckless move that might have endangered my youthful friend.........more on that later.

My life has been most difficult lately, and so I haven't been posting.  Gotta break that ice somehow.........so here's this cool little metaphor and a lazy pic, but a good one!  

This here quote is from some channeled teachings from the early 80s.  I tend to avoid such stuff, but I liked this quote and this particular channeling is considered solid material by people I respect.  Hey- I'll take anything that puts all this crazy shit into some order;  the good news here is that Reality may be much more highly structured than we think it is.  In other words, don't despair during seeming chaos.  Evolution will go on, individually at least, and a fucked up world- even if that's what it really is- can't stop your own progress.  Maybe it'll even help. 

The Poker Game

Questioner: Can you expand on the concept which is that it is necessary for an entity, during incarnation in the physical as we know it, to become polarized or interact properly with other entities and why this isn’t possible in between incarnations when the entity is aware of what he wants to do. Why must he come into an incarnation and lose conscious memory of what he wants to do and then act in a way in which he hopes to act?

Ra: I am Ra. Let us give the example of the man who sees all the poker hands. He then knows the game. It is but child’s play to gamble, for it is no risk. The other hands are known. The possibilities are known and the hand will be played correctly but with no interest.

In time/space and in the true color green density, the hands of all are open to the eye. The thoughts, the feelings, the troubles, all these may be seen. There is no deception and no desire for deception. Thus much may be accomplished in harmony but the mind/body/spirit gains little polarity from this interaction.

Let us re-examine this metaphor and multiply it into the longest poker game you can imagine, a lifetime. The cards are love, dislike, limitation, unhappiness, pleasure, etc. They are dealt and re-dealt and re-dealt continuously. You may, during this incarnation begin—and we stress begin—to know your own cards. You may begin to find the love within you. You may begin to balance your pleasure, your limitations, etc. However, your only indication of other-selves’ cards is to look into the eyes.

You cannot remember your hand, their hands, perhaps even the rules of this game. This game can only be won by those who lose their cards in the melting influence of love, can only be won by those who lay their pleasures, their limitations, their all upon the table face up and say inwardly: “All, all of you players, each other-self, whatever your hand, I love you.” This is the game: to know, to accept, to forgive, to balance, and to open the self in love. This cannot be done without the forgetting, for it would carry no weight in the life of the mind/body/spirit being-ness totality.

More on the Law of One Material

Those of you who have dropped in now and again to this humble blog will know that a couple years back yours truly underwent a series of both comic and inexplicable events that shook me to my core(s).  I’m still grappling with the aftershock(s), let alone ‘solving’, what appears to be a ‘dilemma’.  I’m I ‘clear’? 

Not so much(s). 

Yeah, yeah, I swam around in the deep end the other day in regards, or disregards, to Duality, our Multiple F(r)iend.  For surely the paradox runs like a pair of Infinite Tracks, listening in with both ears and a Stereo Field.  Well I say quadrulate the motherfucker.  My point being that I must have a point in the first place, and then every other point after that.......forever.

So this is work.  Some pretty hard work; some very pretty hard difficult work, all these.....entities, these............................things.  (Do your best Shatner there folks)

So, moving on to the topic....yes, they expect a topic, and the universe always obliges, always, see there’s another drama, again.....another tango.... What happened to me is still pretty unknown, but it wasn’t any kind of ‘enlightenment’ or satori experience; but I learned a whole heck of a lot about gender.  Because I seem to be sort of loose or shall we say flexible in my approach. A binocularial double vision, two takes at once at best; attempted coupes at worst as one side makes a Claim.  People!  For the life of me and in the face of all skeptical research and inquiry, I seem to have two very strong inner ‘selves’- and one is clearly a chic.  And that is strange to.............us. (Especially him....)

Now, we are all multitudes, a commune, a Circle.  The Goddess.  We are, each one, an agent of decision, every moment shaping our own world with our own wits, guts and inspiration, breaking through old limits into Freedom. The God.  What insanity is to be found lies perhaps more profoundly in the notion of the Islander- the ‘person’ who thinks- key work here thinks- they’re this one person, in here somewhere- and the price for this cold comfort is taking a Side and wanting your rug back.  The myth of the Dude(ss). 

Anyhow, I could go on, attempting to give you some idea of how strange this feels.  How, on some days these two work together and pierce and surrender each other into Love that then radiates out to every Customer in the Store, making the ‘sale’-  and how on others this body feels literally split clean down the center line, a house divided, the horror........

But, I’ve covered that ground in the past here on these very pages- today I want to throw a few hopefully helpful things I’ve learned out there, here in some of the language of David Deida, a spiritual teacher who specializes in gender issues- and I fully vet this guy from my experience.  Here’s a taste:

About 80% of us have a sexual core that corresponds with our physical gender.  The more polarized your own core, the more polarized your partners core will have to be in order for real spiritually powerful lovemaking to exist.  Big Hairy Action Agents are just gonna have to deal with Space Cadet Barbies; and it will be hot. 
About 10% of folks have a reversed polarity- and this has nothing to do with sexual preference.  More guys with this flip may be gay than in the other 80%; but the majority will still be straight.  These men will require a woman (or man) with a masculine sexual core. 

And the other 10% or so are neutral; they do not polarize and neither do their partners; a relationship easy on both fucking and fighting....

I think Deida is right on, but for one thing- it’s a bit reductionistic.  To me, each individual has a double core, like the double helix in the DNA master ‘molecule’.  Twin Serpents of Infinity, spiraling on.........  Anyway, in the relative sense this means we each tend towards finding a sense of I-density, identity, by choosing a side and pursuing the Shadowfied One as any object ‘out there’- that means you kid.  The Soul has a preference; research tells us that about 75 % of anyone’s incarnations are as one gender or the other. 

So, for all intents and purposes, one Core usually drowns out awareness, or use of, the other Core.  Or, both are mild, for instance if each was a ‘5' on a scale of one to ten..... as in the last of the ten percenters.

Etc.........but here’s the point- by becoming aware of your own Core(s) Status, doing good shadow work on the Repressed (or under-developed) One, you can learn to let both Cores shine, and once you learn to walk that razor’s edge (through grace and effort!) not only will that Stereo Field expand Love, Wisdom Freedom and Bliss, our very birthrights.........but probably get us very laid to boot with no chaperone but the Heart.  

And that’s a very good thing.

Here's David's website  And another with a dualistic spin on the brain

Oh yeah- someone liked my poem yesterday, so I'm now willing to say that, yeah, I 'wrote' it.

I was nursing my friend who had definite views that there was no afterlife. In her last couple of hours she became very peaceful and arose from her unconsciousness periodically, saying clearly and happily such phrases as 'I will know soon', 'Come on, get on with it then, I am ready to go now', and 'It is so beautiful'. She would immediately lapse back into unconsciousness after uttering these phrases. She was very obviously content, happy and at peace. It was a wonderful experience for her partner and me. (p. 27)

He was going unconscious. When I looked at him, he was looking fixedly at something in front of him. A smile of recognition spread slowly over his face, as if he was greeting someone. Then he relaxed peacefully and died. (p. 29)

I said, 'Are you sure you were not dreaming?', to which she replied, 'I know a dream from what I have been seeing.' She seemed very happy and would say little more, although I felt the experience had a particularly calming effect on her... (p. 28)

My brother was in hospital dying from emphysema. His breathing was very laboured, when all of a sudden he stopped and his breathing suddenly appeared normal. He looked at about 45 degrees upwards and smiled broadly, as if at something or someone: he turned to me and died suddenly in my arms. I am positive to this day that he wanted to tell me what he had seen. Those few seconds before he died will live with me for ever, it was so powerful. (p. 29)

From "The Art of Dying" by Peter Fenwick, a british neuro-psychiatrist

Barrack Obama:  Antichrist or World Saviour? 

He has to be one or the other- no one else could have done what he's done. 

I'll go either way................hell, Armageddon tired of waiting! 

Still gonna blog on the 'prodigal daughter' but thought this picture was too freakin' cool- and yes, Virginia, this Cat is your president, bone fide!