Once in a blue indigo*moon, on a day very much like this very plum*ious present day blue moon may thirty one 2007 , if one is in a sphere that meters time that tis, there lived a fairy princess in a spiraling tower that reached to the netherlands maybe as far and away as the Tower of Babel would have if they had enough sense to consult with harpists alchemists druids and babies to build it out of stardust and song.
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
was not spoken of the soul." - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life
And pray tell did the princess have everything her little heart desired? What do you believe?
A friend that exudes needlessness texts me right now. He is having a four-course tea party with 11-year-old Isabella. Just the other day he's commiserating with me. Both, out of money. He texts me same evening, "sold a painting $600"
Methinks, myself, that manifestation in molecules of matter isn't about wanting. (O, yes, it can be loads of amusement for creatives to playdoh with matter. Playing for playing's sake, not lack's.)
The bewildering paradox is that the prerequisite for magic is...
N e e d l e s s n e s s
Mother / matter celebrates needlessness, knowing naught of neediness.... Behold! what is not your totality, Yours? Hark! What is not your own Voice ringing? She skips and skates with wholeness - not brokenness.
Got no diamond, got no pearl
Still I think I'm a lucky girl
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
...Sunshine gives me a lovely day
Moonlight gives me the Milky Way -
Irving Berlin, "I've Got the Sun in the Morning"
I listened again and again and yet again to Rhapsody in Blue this morning.
I certainly could have freak out instead. Bank account shows a number that equates to zero. I text at 11: "delicious rhapsody o bliss all this a.m. fact no $ hardly makes blip." Haven't seen The Secret in a few blue moons, yet I don't vividly recall promises of joy and enchantment and unconditioned bliss.
I remember why babies coo and purr and murmur mmmmmmmmmmmm sweet surrender. Either I will levitate.. or melt into the Earth slide through the otherside. Bliss of emptiness penetrating hollow body fusing kaleidoscopes magnetic sparks of electrified peals of rose petals strewn confetti bamboula
It is like you are pouring honeywater from porcelain pitcher, and fluid porcelain starts to mercurial molassses molecules pour creamy light too
Everything no-thing start to co-mingle fluid dance of Bliss ecstasy - the pen said slinking across texture of midnight blue journal upon waking this a.m.
In his novel, William Carlos Williams opens with a sentence reminding that waiting is the most miserable word in the English language. Miserable, as in miserly. Misers aren't renown for their unbridled ecstasy. (defn: mean grasping person...Buddhists may get gist of the grasping...)
If you are not happy Now, never will you be. Now is Everything contained in a seed.
During the dot-com Depression of the Nasdaq economy, I was fairly broke by Valley standards. When I returned from the Temple of the Sun where men become gods, plussing another seven or eight blessed weeks in Mexico Guatemala and Honduras years ago I was even more so... athough I managed to live with Erika's family on her tortillas and rice and a room and cool water showers and Spanish lessons for $75 per week. My happiness from the respite rapidly spiralled to hopelessness when no solution to my income dilemma came to me on my return back to States.
I did the only thing that made sense: I splurged with the last of my holdings on a multi-day cottage (roughly $22/day at idyllic verdant fern haven of Hidden Villa) for a walking the pulse of the planet & dragonfly gazing & dwelving retreat. There I also devoured The Power of Now for the first time. Worry-free, I emerged from my cocoon and within the week, I obtained the most lucrative contract work I'd had had in years....
Any sense of incompleteness and unfulfillment you have will haunt you despite 'successes' in manifesting matter if you are seeking to fill from out there an inner void... that void is mighty insatiable hungry ghost. (A gauzy figment, truly, have you peered?) It'll be that sense of inner void that's being broadcast, echoing echoing echoing the perception of a missing piece. What would respond to that call? Missingness.
Yet, you are holy, wholly complete holographic fractal of the Whole. Thou art that.
green is greener? yes!
yes, and birdsong pierces me, it carries sharper,
in the bell towers
of my Heart
i found REALLY a word today
i suspected so - yesterday's email to new (this life) rekindled soul kin
I prefer to think of the Law of Attraction as more akin to the Law of Projection. The outer world we perceive is a picture projected from our inner thoughts and wishes and beliefs and opinions and judgments 24/7. This isn't something we do sometimes when we're in the act of "manifesting" -- projection is all We do.
""The Secret" is based upon the concept that thoughts are things. Change your thoughts, and you change your world. This is true, but for most people, changing your thoughts can be challenging. First of all, what ARE your thoughts? Can you differentiate between your thoughts and the thoughts you have absorbed from your parents, peers, and society? Who are YOU in the process?" - Janet D. Swerdlow, "Law of Attraction: Beyond the Secret"
You can start seeing where The Secret is trickier than it looks at first gloss.
We are entrained in second-hand desires that aren't necessarily our own desires. Bogged and mired in emotions of guilt, shame, servitude, sorrow, separation, despair that carry their own vibration. Nearly every child grows up buying hook, line, and sinker into collective beliefs of sin, sickness, and death so that what to date we've been creating on Earth is pretty much war, pollution and blight.
""Getting to heaven" will no longer be the ultimate purpose in life. Creating heaven wherever you are will be seen as the prime objective. To experience this, people will not have to confess any sins or fast during daylight hours or travel on pilgrimages or go to places of worship weekly or tithe regularly or perform any particular ritual or act - although they may choose to do any of these things if it pleases them..." - Neale Donald Walsh, What God Wants
He who binds himself to joy
doth the winged life destroy
but he who kisses the joy as it flies
lives in eternitys sunrise. - i luv William Blake
Our grasping to our conditioning, as well as grasping Joy, obscures its everpresent effervescence. Enlightening happens all over again, every second. Remembering when someone asked one of my teachers, Adyashanti (since he ought not to have anything being spiritually awake and all), why he was married:
"Because we enjoy the heck out of each other."
So we engage Life, we celebrate, we share the fruits, & we enjoy the heck out of each fractal of Life when we create. What more could you need?
"We could not help contrasting the equanimity of Nature with the bustle and impatience of man. His words and actions presume always a crisis near at hand, but she is forever silent and unpretending." - Henry David Thoreau
Bonus: If you suspect you've ever ever ever been a spiritual healer, clergyperson, magician, sorceress, priestess, wizard, shaman et al in past, today is the day to release any ancient outdated vows of poverty and suffering, or perhaps specific promises prayers supplications never to receive anything in return for being of the Light, or the giving of any type of spiritual nourishment.
Allow every vow to dissolve. Receiving is giving when sense of seams and veils disappear.
p.s. Lovely Blue Moon mandala here by Terrance McKillip. Would have included... but... hey. Do you get copyright? I don't believe in copyright anymore. (One of those second-hand beliefs that sloughed off in these sheddings of stuff not of me.) Please please flutter these pages & posts shamelessly freely throughout the four winds and four elements and particularly the fifth, ether... I only request smiles, named credit & link back to my blog.
images Galadriel, by Sandrine Gestin (via Galadriel Gallery at Meduseld) ; Time Immortal by Timothy Lantz (luscious dark art I swoon for); Wide Blue Sky by Auntie K (via the eye candy for the spiraling Flickring soul, Spiral Gallery); babbling butterflies photo via Magical Mystical Fairies site