really, 'The Secret' prerequisite: needlessness

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.

delicious rhapsody, melody of milky way infinitissmal intimacy of Light and Vibration Trickling tongue sprouting lilies of the field Angelic tickles of delight

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....

totally, out...of...the blue (totally out of the Now), "Hey Evelyn, hey my cousin, he's a CEO at this software company....is looking for some marketing...you available?"

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!

i know
yes, and birdsong pierces me, it carries sharper,
clearer
resounding
reverberating
erupting
mirthquakes
in the bell towers
of my Heart

mirthquakes
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

Comments

[eve]

today's synchronicity. yesterday i decide to pull out one of my many many old journals. i was going to drink wine by the light of the full moon and read the pages and burn them in the weber grill.

instead i open to the first page. it reads, "ever grateful she said she was for the sunshine, reaching for another beer she opened it and began a soliloquy about the sun."

the days are better...well the moments...when i remember to inhale now instead of want and will be.

thank you

[michael]

Let me take you on a quick journey if I may. Rodin in Meudon.
The Villa des Brillants and the Museum:
http://www.musee-rodin.fr/welcome.htm
This quote from the site,"The sculptor gradually turned his property into an appropriate setting for his work. New buildings and studios soon accommodated the practiciens (sculptor's assistants), workers, casters and a secretary (including Rilke between 1905 and 1906) hired by Rodin. About fifty people, it is said, worked for the master in 1900."
Rodin, means what to us? A God? A Genius? Why not ask him? I "dare" to presume that he did not see himself in these "labels," but yet we attach labels because we want to make sense of him and his work.

Another Quote,"As a lover of nature, the garden served as an ideal environment for his meditations, and especially for his works and antique pieces, some of which were displayed in a museum, later known as the studio of antiquities. He also surrounded himself with paintings by Falguière, Monet, Roll, Van Gogh, Carrière and Zuloaga. Rose, his faithful companion, ran the house and carried out the daily tasks. Until 1900, this was the master's secret garden, a "melting pot" for his work in full gestation. Although Rodin continued to go to his Parisian studios every day (especially the one at the Dépôt des Marbres), it was in the intimacy of Meudon that he accomplished his most creative work."

This line gives us a clue into the mind of Rodin and into ourselves,"...it was in the intimacy of Meudon that he accomplished his most creative work."

Did Rodin say that? Did someone say that about him? Who knows? Perhaps his most creative work had nothing to do with the gardens. But to keep on capitalizing and perpetrating the myth of Rodin there "must be a narrative."

Now I am not sure how to explain why I am even posting this comment other than to connect to the title of this post,"really, 'The Secret' prerequisite: needlessness." Great title I must admit and it makes me think for myself, but I can't help but see that you keep on trying to say something I don't understand, but am intrigued.

I used Rodin tonight to do the same. Did it work? What was my purpose? Am I lost or am I found? Why bother with the why's? I really don't know and to presume to know will shut me off from my work.

However I love reading your posts, but you confuse me as much as I confuse you; that I am sure about. But is it not in this confusion where respect and integrity and kindness is shared between two seekers? Should we stop seeking and creating? Is there a balance? Why am I constantly dipping my toe in your groundswell and holding back at the same time? Who is going to make the first move and "Really" open up? Really?

simple but discreet is her kiss
never expecting
never demanding
solitude's her vice
love completes her
_________a poem for you I wrote years ago.

Why you? I don't know. Perhaps I don't want to know.

This blog is driving me to madness or greatness because it challenges, inspires, provokes, And then at the same time it disturbs, provokes hidden fears, illuminates the dark shadows. I hide behind a wall because the sunlight is too strong; yet I am peeking around the corner to catch a glimpse of something I feel is here. What is it? I will keep looking until I find it; you have my attention dear Evelyn.

Peace,

/Michael

[Nadine]

Michael,

Your post ties into something I read yesterday that made me stop and just be. It seems Winterson's words have the power to do that...art, gardens, narrative and children - these things seems to floating around me of late

http://www.jeanettewinterson.com/pages/content/index.asp?PageID=451

and Evelyn,

this is why I love the writing on this blog. It is this:

"I believe that a good book, fiction, poetry, non-fiction, does more than ask questions, or offer different realities; by using language honestly and accurately, literature keeps us alive to the slippage so common in media-babble and newspeak. Real language, like real feeling, shows up its counterfeit."

(also from Winterson)
http://www.jeanettewinterson.com/pages/content/index.asp?PageID=454

-nadine

[Evelyn Rodriguez]

Eve, Thank you soooo much. It was funny that it took my car to break down to realize I prefer the cadence and pace of my soles against the earth and the bare bones connection of walking; and consistently losing sunglasses to realize (as I said other day) the pleasure of sun-gazing, that the sun especially at a low angle looks like the moon, except it is like a spinning disk radiating off ecstasy. And, so, I prefer the sun to the moon. I don't bother with sunglasses anymore. (Also since I mention the Temple of the Sun above - was there with Miguel Ruiz, the Toltec shaman of "The Four Agreements" fame, and he insisted that no one wear sunglasses at Teotihuacan. Now I understand why.)

Michael, I adore the Rodin house & gardens. (Tho I love Rilke more.) Call me crazy, call me avant-garde, but I am not so sure about narrative per se anymore. That book, if I can call scribblings in my journal for forty days last year, a book has quite a plotless vibe. It's a slice of life, but it's always that way. What beginning, middle, end? What moral? What point? It's all the point, or it's none of it the point. It's always unfolding spiralling unending. And nonlinear. Just enjoying playing with words - even just its origins, or the way it slides across the tongue, or the way it sounds out loud - and language as much as playing with anything has as much juice for me as creating a "narrative."

BTW, I'm not a seeker. Just be. On the yogini part, try this:

http://evelynrodriguez.typepad.com/crossroads_dispatches/2006/12/the_time_has_co.html
&
http://evelynrodriguez.typepad.com/crossroads_dispatches/2007/02/what_touches_yo.html

Nadine, Very kind words. Thank you my friend. Me too! Gardens, children, nature, walking, playing with people (often looks on the surface like conversation, or writing).

[Evelyn Rodriguez]

Michael, You asked, "Should we stop seeking and creating?" Perhaps, you meant, should we stop seeking, and begin creating? Then yes!

As far as opening up, I go through stages in this blog. If you go back through the nearly four years, there have been many (startingly?) quite revealing posts. And there is a lot to be said to sharing your own story as example, as a very dear friend once reminded me, "I've found the worst turns to the best because contrast is all really see... live it be humble enough to see it and then tell it in your own words...glory be to the one ones who know that every footfall is their own."

This BELOW is quite close to what resonate with creating. Well, we're creating, all the time. The difference is are we LUCID in that creating... The Law of Attraction folks call it manifesting (boring). It's all creating. Dreaming, as shamans say. But peer closer into the reality of the world, You, and see if it isn't less solid than you believe.

"We are dreaming up our universe, while concurrently our universe is dreaming us up in an acausal, atemporal, non-linear feedback loop. Once we realize that we are the conduit through which the universe is being dreamed up into incarnation, we can collaboratively co-create, I imagine, what I call an "Art-Happening Called Global Awakening." This is a creative and visionary work of living art in which we remember our true identities as creative, multi-dimensional, visionary artists and dreamers whose tool is the divine imagination and whose canvas is the universe itself. Stepping into our true nature as artists, crafting this universe while simultaneously being expressions of the very universe we are crafting, we realize we can co-inspire each other in a way that helps us all.

The act of expressing and incarnating our realization of the dream-like nature of the universe is itself the medium through which we deepen our realization. This is to say that the act of giving shape and form to our realization of the dream-like nature of our universe is "Art" in the deepest sense of the word, as it is truly a process transforming both ourselves and the world in which we live. For the deeper purpose of Art, to quote philosopher Friedrich Schiller, "...is not merely to translate the human being into a momentary dream of freedom, but to actually make him free."

If you ask what exactly is the Art-Happening Called Global Awakening, I will respond by asking what you imagine it to be. If you realize right now, in this very moment, that we are all dreaming, how would you, as the artist and dreamer, creatively engage with the dream so as to dream it to its highest unfoldment? How do you imagine the dream wants to dream itself through you?

In the Art-Happening Called Global Awakening, we can become what I call an "in-phase dreaming circle," which is actually an organism of a higher dimension. Instead of there being _x_ number of seemingly separate, fragmented selves, in an in-phase dreaming circle we recognize our interdependence and interconnectedness. We realize that we are all on the same side, that we are not separate, but all parts of a greater being. Once we realize this, we discover that it is literally within our God-given power to collaboratively hook up with each other and put "our sacred power of dreaming" together and change the dream we are having. Ultimately, we discover we can literally _dream ourselves awake_. This is a radical, revolutionary, and epochal quantum leap in consciousness that is fully capable of being imagined into being in this very moment.

The universe is dreaming itself awake, and it is dreaming itself awake through the most awake and visionary among us. To have this realization is not to go _out_ of our minds (crazy); on the contrary, it is to find ourselves _inside_ of our minds, which is to say we have recognized we are dreaming.

...As part of the Art-Happening Called Global Awakening, instead of a think-tank, we would have "imagination tanks," I imagine, which is an entity that I will simply leave up to your imagination. In these imagination tanks, we would come together and imagine ways to collectively activate and empower the reality-creating power of our sacred imagination. To quote Jung, "All works of man have their origin in creative imagination... The creative activity of imagination frees man from his bondage to 'nothing but' and raises him to the status of one who plays. As Schiller says, 'man is completely human only when he is at play.'" I imagine we would create what I call "The Center-less Center for Non-Local Disease Control," whose location is right here and right now, which is to say that we are _it_."

Philosopher and visionary Buckminster Fuller said, "We have all heard people describe other people, in a derogatory way, as being "full of imagination." The fact is that if you are not full of imagination, you are not very sane." In these imagination tanks, I imagine we'd discover how we could co-operatively put our divine creative imagination together so as to allow it to materialize itself through us. An alchemical quote expresses this same idea by stating, "(The soul) imagines very many profound things outside the body, and by this is made like unto God. [Jung]" This is when we consciously activate our sacred power of dreaming by connecting with each other in lucidity, and dream a different dream into full-bodied incarnation. We are at an event horizon, both witnessing and participating in the birth of consciousness into incarnate form." - Paul Levy

[arkieology]

peer closer, funny how words have a way of wrapping around and suprising

the global awakening is making us closer peers. or is it peerers?

que le vaya bien querida

[Princess Haiku]

The blue moon mandala is very beautiful and I guess I viewed it in honor of the blue moon we had a few days ago. :) I enjoyed perusing your blog.

[Poetry]

4 June 2007

After the storm, my mind cleared.

And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.

running quartz crystals through a blender.

sand through your engines.

bubbles in your bays.

estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas...

sand through your eyes.

5 June 2007

Calm as baby's breath

as peaceful as the storm's eye

Clouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric winds

a warm and windy tropical day.

7 June 2007

Black water at dusk.

Lighting on the horizon.

Warm winds coming in across the darkening waters.

A flash of white wings as an egret takes flight.

And Thunder like God clearing his throat.

8 June 2007

Morning star in the still of the clear, dark waters.

a sky as clear eyed as a young girl.

bruised and tattered storm remnants limp off in the gathering light.

9 June 2007

Tickled her fancy.

giggling all the day long.

pretty good for a Saturday.

Clouds on the lake floating aimlessly by.

She smiled big--grinned really.