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Author: Peter Pilley
Once it's visible, EveryNow simply must be shared. Peace, love, abiding joy. It can be yours. EveryNow.
Much of who and what this writer is I share in my various blog posts on my slowly growing EveryNow on the WordPress website.
~Love is present E v e r yN o w
Creation in helpless total innocence
Creation in helpless total innocence and integrity follows simple mathematical progressions – Fibonacci series, Golden Rectangle, the value π, and so many besides. Creation’s products in physical form shape us too.
With our senses we detect the flows and patterns in sight, sounds, scent, and other feelings emanating from the creation in which our bodies are embedded.
We are quick to respond with our subtile self-recognition, and the sum of this we experience as beauty.
I see beauty and creation as one process. Neither is the generator of the other, rather they are like the properties of a particle, possessors simultaneously of both attributes.
This is another fact of Relativity I do not understand, but I know it’s such fun!
Renewed gusto for renewed gusto
I live with renewed gusto for renewed gusto and this delicious state of affairs sputteringly became so in my teens.
My gratitude for this conscious gift lasted about fifty years. It transmuted into something more like a state of grace in 2013.
I begin my seventh decade very fast, in teeming rain, mouth wide open, tongue hanging out, grateful for every drop I taste.
I cultivate gratitude, acceptance and the sense that this delightful instant is sufficient, simply because it is no more and no less than itself.
It is entirely sufficient that I go on this journey of instantaneity.
I pray goodness and mercy follow me wherever I go. And wherever you may go, forever
¿Maniacal stirrings¿
¿Maniacal stirrings¿
My Father took me to Letchworth Printers when his monthly magazine, “The Linguist” was ‘put to bed’.
They were intriguing and noisy, these marvellous mechanical slaves. They responded to the keystrokes of the relaxed and jovial operators by producing the frantic sounds of a machine on the edge of complete disintegration.
The operators efficiently produced one single flat rectangular shiny leaden block of type, one line at a time. They spellchecked each one. They all had the ability to read mirror writing.
Incorporated on the right side of the clackety contraption was a cauldron of the molten stuff, heated electrically.
I saw heating elements light up the odd, toxic curl of vapour with a red glow.
The pauses between each line of type they produced allowed these chaps to relax and indulge my boyish enthusiasm.
Elsewhere on the shop floor, men let me jump into enormous bins filled with the thin paper strips produced by the powerful, razor sharp guillotines.
The men were expert at making out of the long offcuts that ultra speedy type of paper dart which resembles an arrow with an arrowhead.
The fact that I sport all of the extremities with which I was born is a thorough condemnation of the mountains of Health & Safety regulations which stultify modern industrial processes.
They let me take home samples of the lead type. I used to melt them in a stainless steel soup ladle over the kitchen gas stove. Then I’d fill the stainless steel sink with water, and I’d pour the metal into the water. Crazy shapes. A young boy with alchemical, nay, maniacal stirrings
My Shamanic Healing
Since March 2014, out of curiosity more than from an acknowledged need, I started working with a wonderful shamanic healer.
I had no inkling I had endured ‘that childhood’ until it appeared clearly in front of me.
These traumatic strata, though buried and covered by scar tissue, I know now from my own experiences, can be identified, visualized in an adult context, lifted out of ancient hiding and, when seen in the bright light of my adult recognition, taken in both hands and dissolved forever.
This is hard work. It demands courage and determination to confront emotions which are painful and at first not easy to identify or understand.
Some who are shaken by the rise to the surface of fears and sadness, long forgotten or long since buried out of conscious sight, may not be ready to continue the work of bringing them into the open.
Their life journey has not yet reached those stations where the refreshments of friends and family have bolstered their understanding. Some may never, in their whole life, begin or accomplish the work of healing.
The work sometimes summons up nameless distress from within myself, like a child’s nightmare.
I carry my child inside me, but the difference is that it is I myself who has to show myself compassion. I have to be the one to cup my own distressed heart in my own healing hands and guide myself out into the openness of ever-present light.
At the time I began this work, the presence of “EveryNow” was becoming more familiar to me by the day. EveryNow fills me with the absence of longing, because it is a state which contains all sufficiency and all fulfilment. My way of characterising this is in my phrase, “No question; Answer is before”.
I recognised that the state of EveryNow represented the place of sanctuary, the changeless place of ultimate trust and reconciliation.
Had I not already gained an understanding of the over-arching and underlying principle that all existence is a reality not objective but encompassing both itself and me as the experiencer, I could not have successfully continued this Shamanic work.
With my Shaman close to me and questioning and inviting me to place myself in close touch – literally – with my previous selves all through the years of my life, I use a combination of two skills to power myself on with this work.
I exercise my curiosity to discover more about where I have hidden my painful past, and why, and with what ‘devices’ my former self so deliberately interred the pain.
With my intellectual reason I try to find out how effectively I can use my analytical skills to make valid connections between my adult autonomous self and my younger, unformed dependent self.
I seek out and befriend again the little person I was, who constructed all kinds of protective defences in the face of major hurt of which I as a child could have had no objective understanding and over which I had no control.
I can do all of this seeking, confronting, refriending and healing of myself because I can trust and completely rely on my guide, my Shaman, to be at my side every fraction of an inch of the way.
I continue with this work for the simple reason that it works. It is swift, effective, and the major immediate result is that it gives me is of lightness of heart.
I begin see my way of developing survival techniques to negotiate unknown fears is not unique to me and my life journey. I see clearly and with great relief that none of my difficulties, not one of my traumas is unique to me. I am not alone, not stuck on some lonely summit, or wandering in dark places. Suddenly, very suddenly, I am able to look around at last, and I see we are all beautiful doves in a flock of humanity.
One valuable certainty I have discovered from this guided work is that my body holds all the answers. If I want to know the answer, I directly address this physical repository of wisdom.
It is easier to enter and explore the body’s frames of reference while hearing the steady, quiet rhythmic beat of the Shamanic spirit drum.
There are two extremes our bodies are not naturally made to tolerate. One is to be afflicted by violence. While the other is to be afflicted by loneliness.
The strict limitations on the reach of my self healing are imposed by the needs I have as a human for other meaningful loving human contact, because my survival is all bound up with my gregarious, even tribal nature.
I willingly acknowledge with gratitude that it takes a person of rare quality to show such love as to dedicate a life to becoming a Healer in this way.
Shamanic Healing has been and continues to prove to be for me a uniquely valid and valuable vehicle for releasing and empowering a life of more abundance every day.
Heart in the discourse of one heart to another…
In the discourse of one heart to another, the only frame of reference is heart itself.
I write to my beloved and respected Shamanic Healer. These are my own thoughts about the way truth can sit easily on the tongue-tips of the pure in heart.
There is nothing new about my understanding.
The new that you present me with is that I am not on my own. You show me a bridge in plain sight. You say approach on the bridge. You say I am to speak as an equal with whomsoever I choose to meet.
Furthermore, you say it is of no consequence in what time frame I hold my conversation. I can go to meet the heart of the me I called myself at any stage at all of my Journey, and I can forgive, give blessed welcome, and make peace.
And that is what I have done.
At first I was like a wild animal who would not be encouraged to venture out onto the thinnest ice. Then I saw there is nothing lurking under the ice, because there is no ice. There is no reason for fear.
And so, self-consciously, timidly, I took those first steps towards myself. I looked into the eyes of myself and held out my hand. Then we hugged in the forgiveness of reconciliation. Peace filled the air around us!
Today, I can still recall the wonder and the sweetness of that first renewed encounter.
It is therefore simple to extrapolate that, with a courageous heart, I can hold close and real live conversations with any soul, without regard for the time, present, past or even future in which they are living.
Furthermore again, these things become matters of fact, and the hidden worlds within worlds are no longer hidden at all to me.
The key to accepting the wider worldviews is that I have gifted to myself the faith to see that time can be removed.
Time in relation to the matters of the heart does not exist. Or to be more accurate, there is no framework layer of time to refer to in the glow of love and peace which is heart’s.
This means in practical terms that the intuition I have that I am free to pick and choose any positive thought in the vaster universe which contains me is a freedom that applies to me.
All this has come rather suddenly and without the bother that comes from the usual dust kicked up by a sceptical mind.
Here now are clear bridges to conversing with life in all other dimensions.
Nothing has changed. Nothing is new. All that has happened is that I see now.
~ ~ ~
Looking behind I am filled with gratitude
Looking forward I am filled with vision
Looking upwards I am filled with strength
Looking within I discover peace.
Apache prayer
~ ~ ~
In the discourse of one heart to another, the only frame of reference is heart itself.
Heart is an expression of the compassion which that heart’s Journey has brought into the realm of reality.
Heart belongs to all time, because heart has left behind the weight of pain and anguish out of which it gained its existence.
Heart exists as ever burning flames of truth and compassion in a place where safety is the only necessity and the only certainty.
The ever brilliant flames of Heart’s Love sustain me, and the flames consume nothing!
In this place is the place where I am welcome, always.
From this place is the place where my Journey begins, always.
My Journey begins with my every breath.
The seed of my breathing is initiated from the very centre of this place.
This place is safe because the breath of life keeps the flames brightly burning.
I journey in and and out of every breath. I have nothing other than my breathing to satisfy my need to be thankful for the visions of you on my Journey.
I am whole because my breathing is circular.
You, Soulfriend, are the animate embodiment of the joys we share as we go.
Let us go, always, in Love’s presence EveryNow
Life lived lovingly in multiple frames of awareness is tough
Life lived lovingly in multiple frames of reference all at the same time is a tough proposition, yes.
But this way of awakened being is hard only if I analyse what to do or say next on-the-fly, off-the-cuff, improvising like in some fast competitive ball game.
Before I drive a car, I create a white-hot awareness of the devastating consequences of my driving without due preparation and care. This helps me mitigate that “toughness”.
I used to cycle commute to central London 12 miles each way. I am alive now, because on every journey I chose to ride metre by metre relentlessly ultra-alert and aware of all possible circumstances which could result in my own injury or death.
My frame of reference in relation to a personal interraction or to my passive witness of it, can become less of a random pinball game, if I take time to choose to populate my mind with hypothetical scenarios and use them to test my moral or ethical ground.
I have been chosing for many years to use words with positive areas of meaning, and I try to use non-dualistic descriptors. I cultivate the habit of experiencing the effect on others of my words before I use them, by virtue of having already rehearsed the conversation with myself in that way.
Steady formation of these habits of empathy eventually broaden these frames of reference.
Is it not a waste of time to have stayed alive for so very many years by crossing the road with all due caution, if I cannot use my experience to walk side by side with others in safety, peace and compassion on their journey?
~ Love is present EveryNow
Gossamer on gossamer
Massive stones and great circlesI see these massive stones as witness to humankind’s universal awareness of powers larger than mere bodily existence.
They who arranged these monoliths expressed their desire to revere those mysteries of the spirit on the same scale as their huge longing for the eternity of the ordered cosmos and their certainty beyond question of their belonging.
Those people and their stories may be dust. But the quality of their impulse to demonstrate the scale of their perceived perspective of existence is no different to our own today.
Gossamer on gossamer
~ Love is present EveryNow
Thoughts like Snowflakes
My Everyday is my Sublime
Thoughts like snowflakes fall on skin.
Thoughts like blood rise like flame.
Thoughts of infinity take up no space.
I think of loving so tenderly, so I survive.
Immortal thoughts, which guide us like stars,
Germinate from fertile minds in the pitch of peace.
Blinding truths tall as trees will bear no fruit in my moment of death.
In extremis, I will think no big thoughts of me.
Death will occult the lava flow of my soul,
And I will come to death like a shadow under the sun.
In my everyday arena I find my sublime overflows.
My everyday is where I dance my hope of love.
My every breath is my hope,
My smile is my soaring song in flight.
My opening eyes yell like rainbows.
My footfall tells me love stories.
Love is present
So very tender
My EveryNow,
My tenderness
Glory to your glory
Glory to your glory, Morning Glory
Your silence is music of the highest order.
I listen and I see your face is turned to love those whose love for you
is single-pointed as the light that reaches from a star.
You beckon with serious urgency, but not to me.
Your face awakes in me compassion for your journey today, for those winged workers who will instantly adore you, and who will be nourished by you.
Compassion for your little life,
and for mine.
~ Love is present EveryNow
Wasted lives make no lasting impact by wasting life
✝️🕉️✡️☯️🔯☪️
Wasted lives make no lasting impact by wasting life…
We live in times where people steeped in the deepest ignorance reach up from unseen depths of misguided hopelessness.
Starting out with hearts like yours and mine, they are thwarted by lack of human recognition and they become stunted by ignorance and aimless self-loathing.
At times they burst into the open with deeds of destruction, like a pustulant cancre breaking.
I am just so sorry for the lives of so many innocents torn apart by fellow human acts of futile, pointless, random, cowardly blind ignorance.
A very few of these lost souls, the perpetrators of the bloodshed of innocents, will live to see how extremely irrelevant their deadly actions were.
And they will understand they were so lacking in all substance, they themselves become blown as dust into the oblivion of history.
~ Peter Pilley 20151124 20170322 and every day
Who am I at my very sacred centre?
Who am I at my very sacred centre?
I am no longer suffering I.
My identity is as a pixel of humanity
A lumen in a ripple of original peace
An absence of shadow under the brilliance of love
A movement in the murmuration of the swarming of life
There is such intensity of Acceptance at such great density of Awareness,
that the need for questions is obliterated
by the glorious overwhelm of abundant answers.
Will you release your guardianship, relinquish your sentinel ego and allow us to tarry together conjoined?
This, my sacred space, is where we are welcome to share as equals in wholesome awareness.
Wholly welcome to love and be loved
~ Love is present EveryNow
Glorious mud
On one ramble near Hastings, I came upon a muddy slope. Overnight rains had recently stopped.
Such quadrophonic sounds of glug!
Such tonalities tones and semitones of
sucking
plucking
gargling drainage
all around my boots in this shallow valley space!
I shall always remember standing there alone and soaking up the way the rainwater mouthed and muttered its contented reunion with the muddy earth
~ see the sense of season
sleep naked of reason
Infinity is so much fun!!
🔭 Infinity and Beyond! 🥰
Over thirty years ago, I stopped counting my years. I attribute my longevity to my looking both ways at least twice when crossing the road.
Yes, I’m grateful to be reminded of the accretion of time. After all, I am in my mid-seventies.
But I value beyond price my EveryNow, because it is where infinity is transcended as easily as a breath in. Or out.
In the way of the crew of Starship Enterprise whose images shimmer on the point of beaming, I too often shimmer on the edge of time present, because I value the Now as an open door to Infinity.
All the endlesses – peace, love, the leap of joy, pain – are in the Now.
I am humbly grateful for that smile cast my way unannounced, unbidden from the eyes of a stranger.
These affirmations that I walk among in the open unblinking moment reconstitute my “me” in my original self. And we go back an infinitely, long way, my original self and I.
These validations are the obverse on my coinage of gratitude.
Gratitude for the tiny truth sparks which conflagrate at light speed. They inflate my incendiary heart which burns all fiery at 36.4°C and it consumes nothing…
Infinity beams me.
Infinity is so much fun!!
Lightwall
“EveryNow is where rainbows get their colours!”
Deeply engaged EveryNowis a form of compassionate mindfulness
Love EveryNow
Peace EveryNow
Happy EveryNow
🌷 ~ 💫 ~ 🌷
~ shantih ~
☆ See my treeness in the tree ☆
☆See my treeness in the tree☆
My deep ‘knowing-for-sure’ is the core certainty of my Will to Live.
If this truth were not present in me, I would take no care to maintain my own self in life.
My ‘knowing’ is every bit as present in me as it is in the ‘knowing’ of the tree.
It is my conscious love, respect, and reverence of this ‘knowing’ which I find hard to detect through the static noise from my chattering mind, temporal distractions, adult social conditioning, the imperatives of daily living. The list is quite long and it is well understood.
My helpless attraction to the divinity of the tree is all to do with the utterly obvious treeness of the tree.
The tree is the mirror of my beautiful unobfuscated being
~ Love is present EveryNow
This tree stands close by Breamore House, Fordingbridge, UK. I name it the Great Maharaja copper beech. It is one of my pilgrimage trees.
Where’s the magic in connection?
🙏Disappearance is the magic in connection🙏
Is it not the best of things to be seen fully clothed yet as entirely naked as newborn?
The brightness thereof overtops and shadow-shunts the sallow sight of self every, every time.
Where I was palely loitering,
came a pair of eyes to look to me
to see my blinking eyes.
And so I deconstruct.
My face
my muscles
even my blood
I am all
transparent
unshadowed
to my very bones.
And then?
A symphony orchestra shakes
what’s left of who I never knew I was.
Inside the gaze of easy eyes
I am deciphered
made suddenly extraordinarily rich.
Out of my head, birds do fly
joyful
noisy
free
There is a wren singing
13 July 2013
There is a wren singing, pouring out territorial music in great operatic arias.
This tiny animal, who’s been roosting in our garden for months, is now daily broadcasting songs of lusty expertise.
He chooses the top tipmost branch. He is Front of Stage at Wembley.
He is presenting live to the nations the state of his power and might.
And with the wren’s rippling delivery of ultra complex melodies, my heart’s silence and peace rises, and in surge after surge, invisibly overflows with love
~♡~
20140714
Waves of emotion rise and fall in secret places inside of us, invisible to all but ourselves until they outflow the fragile confines of the body.
Many emotions are like underground streams, flow without recognition.
Some tickle and delight. Some crash and threaten to break us.
The way our emotions need our attention and cooperation is an advantage, because that focus can always grow our self knowledge and lay foundations of wisdom.
But there are times when emotions are best left to run their course, to believe their passage will wash away pain, grief, anger in exactly the time it takes the emotion to rise, and to fall.
Emotions are above all transient. That is their nature. The original mind, the light of the lighthouse which holds the heart, is unshakeably permanent.
The strength and the comfort I seek I know can be derived from, beseeched of, prayed for, from the immense permanent strengths of the energies which bind the heart into the eternal universe which spawned it.
~♡~
“We are a vast ocean of waves,
cresting and falling, rising… and failing,
climbing and plunging,
colliding and co-mingling.
We reach, we miss,
we reach again.
We learn, we ignore, we learn from our ignorance.
We peak, we crumble, we roll on.
Up and down, and ever onward.
Many tides, one sea.”
~ Love is present EveryNow
Be like this rose
🌹 Be like this rose 🌹
When it is night
every flower
unseen
is powerful
for being unwitnessed
🌹 Be like this rose 🌹
It is imbued
with an eternal strength
lasting through
the scented dark of night
Have a Beautiful Night in the Heart
🌹
Namasté all dear Friends
🌹
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