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meditations -kitchen draw

i want this to be a bucket list of meditations in the broadest sense of the word where my mind is quiet so that my awareness is freed if only momentarily of the the minds chatter. Castenada called it " stopping the world". In some non dualist traditions the question for contemplation is  "who am I" or "What am I" or "what is aware" "Who is the doer?". The answer will not be found in what is read or learned. Where does the answer come from?? Become imitate with it. What becomes intimate with it. Get lost in it? This process is like opening the door and inviting something (who am i?) in with absolutely no idea of what it is that you're inviting in.. It is as simple as refocusing  the input to see it as it always has been. Re-contextualizing  the perception perspective from the small i to the big I I do not look for beauty But acknowledge it where I look. below is a meditation from the beach. It was high tide and the tail end of...
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GETTING OLD

 I always assumed that there would be a tomorrow until one day it does not come. A funny thing about getting old Is that I have had a lifetime to prepare  But am unprepared now that it's here.
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Claiming my Power - the archer

To accept my power  I Stand in the bullseye of me as what I am That is where I aim. Sometimes,  the emotions of  my stories  Pushes my arrow off. In the  beautiful silence of windless days The bullseye is all know Because that is what l I am. empowerment It's a bumpy road With stubbed  toes And bloody shins. Its saying good bye to what I know and thought I was To discover myself that was lost and forgotten decades ago.
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the precipice

  The blackness of a cloudy summer night Where  that  which is known Remains unseen The trailhead shown by the flicker of a firefly. Comforted by a gentle breeze My cheek is wet with your   kiss  Within the   mist  a message I have been heard before, "Know me as I Am" Your presence is clearer when the mist of my  mind  is gone "I know you as I am" a  twinkling star The mist is lifting I see my north star I am publishing tis before its ready. enjoy thanks RMS RIP
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mayday from the Noah project

 In the summer of 2020 I was walking down the beach when I received some messages. I did not know how to relay the experience artistically so I  put it away.  Now in the spring of 2022,  I fell compelled to write down what happened. I feel the truth will resonate .And I saw and see no way to write about what happened artistically. This has not changed. The messages were incomplete. I felt like I was listen to a distant AM station  on a mountain road.  While walking on the beach in the summer of 2020 I heard, telepathically, a message. "MAYDAY MAYDAy This is the captain from the Noah project. "  "captain you are not making any sense to me." I reply. "MAYDAY MAYDAY  This is a captain from the Noah project. I can no long contact other Noah project rocket ships.  We are the last surviving vehicle from the  project and we are no longer able to maintain our systems." "WTF is the Noah project?" "The Noah project was  a fleet of rocket ship...
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 I do not know who or how people end up visiting. But thank you for dropping by. Take a minute and share a little bit of your story. And share your reflections on the post. Share what the post triggered. We grow and grow closer when we share.  peace
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A Christmas message 2021

On Veteran's day  I felt the need to stop in a small boutique store.  While there a man  who works for Waste management entered. He  had just emptying the dumpsters outside. I said unto him, "It is veteran's day let me buy you a coffee?" "I can not take it. He replied. "For I am not a veteran." "But you know a veteran ,or have family that are Veterans?" "Yes my brother is a veteran." he replied. " So accept it  in your brothers name," And turn to pay for the man's coffee and the chocolate chip pumpkin bread. That evening the man from waste management was at his brothers house and told a story of the kind stranger. Listening was, Eve, his brother's youngest step daughter,  A seed was being planted The following was the original ending. I wanted  something softer, where the message was  presented within the story  more like a parable.   "I give it to you in your brother's name. So you know of the   joy of  a ...
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