Category: Written journal

COLOURS OF MY GRATITUDE

The blueness of sky simply releases in me and in my fellow family of humans an abundance of unconditional gratitude

COLOURS OF MY GRATITUDE

VIOLET is on the edge of the spectrum visible to humans. After and before the electromagnetic spectrum we humans know as “visible” exist vast energy-matter-probability fields we can visualise as our home, the Universe.

My gratitude is VIOLET for daily and constantly recognising my place in the Universe as a valid and valued entity gives me my identity, reminds me of the vital necessity for humility and helps me to keep my integrity in perspective and in balance with my aspirations.

My heart, my body and my mind, in that order, are my three best friends. My gratitude for my intuition is INDIGO. Indigo is near the limits of my human visual capability.

Intangible, formless and shapeless are my abilities to know without being told, to foresee without a person to guide, to read the heart of another without one word being exchanged, to imagine with no limits of any kind, internal, external or temporal. My gratitude for these gifts and graces is Indigo

My gratitude for being able to speak, be heard and understood is BLUE. Like the watery moisture on which all life depends, blue reminds me that life speaks through our thoughts, words, songs and stories. It reflects our identities on this Earth, from which we are formed and to which we all return.

GREEN! I am grateful for the ever visible reminder that life begins with growing things. Green grass, trees, seaweed, moss offer up their living aliveness to all eyes with no preconditions and no questions. Their greeness generates unquestioning love in my heart. The flow of energy from the cycles of green things growing makes me humbly grateful.

YELLOW is the colour of my gratitude for the harmony in my conscious decision-making.

When I remember how valued, loved, wanted, nurtured, nourished I am by ancestors, loved ones, family, friends and all of Humanity, I experience a falling away of disturbances, such as fear, anger, frustration, impatience or confusion.

Negative emotions flow contrary to life’s natural flow of blessings. Yellow is my gratitude for the falling away of the restraints of negativity when I touch into and activate my own loving kindness

ORANGE is my gratitude for children and their existence as reflections of the universal desire for the continuance of the flow of life.

I am a creature of desires. I recognise I am one pixel of humanity. My humanity recognises how my identity is constituted as one active cell in a membership of cells. My balance preserves and maintains my life and my life is made meaningful with the blessing of my offspring. Those of my fellow humans serve to justify and validate my existence, too.

Whenever I go deep into my being, deep RED rises in me. My body, my bones, my soma, my blood, but mostly my blood and flesh, come to my awareness.

I experience a recognition of red in gratitude that this is my blood, and with my recognising, I hug my fleshly self, and quite spontaneously, I am boundlessly grateful to be alive in a beautiful ocean of life!

BLACK is the outline of the holographic visions I summon up at will when my spirit takes wing. From these unlikely ponts of departure, from out of nowhere, my magician mind can engender images on the wheeling whirling stage of my creative wishing!

As I dance, I reach up into purple skies and with both hands I draw down nebulae, galaxies and whizzing showers of exotic particles to partner with me!

And so it is! My freedom to choose from all the world’s libraries of Gratitude brings me bliss and ecstacy in uncountable plenitude.

I ask the horizon, and the horizon beams to me gold and silver crepuscular rays, jewelling the scented wavecrests from here to forever.

I say, “Come clouds, burst into rainbow coloured music, and shower the fields of joy with iridescent flower petals of blue and white” and so it is.

~ Love’s presence EveryNow makes no demands on us. The blue of sky is simply blue. What blueness triggers in me and in my fellow family of humans is unconditional gratitude

⬜ Acceptance and Sufficiency 🟩

🟢 Meditation on Awarenesses of Acceptance and Sufficiency ⚪

These are awarenesses, resources of great value, that I am unlocking more and more on my Journey.

In seeking to embrace these, I am inspired by the example of a friend, whose startling quality of compassion in action and word has made me strive to understand the source, the better to emulate and assimilate this living spirit of compassion.

I see much value in the practice of Acceptance. Acceptance smoothly paves over the crevasses of treacherous impulse to blunder and bluff.

Daily, daily, I am in confrontation.

These are like great stirrings, as my hot indignation coming upon a selfish arrogant owner who is letting his dog “worry” swans.

Or these may be small stirrings: a person whose relationship to me commands respect, yet whose insistent manner rouses an aggressive response in me.

My responses stem from my self-regard blinkered from and blind to the life I share with people around me.

Acceptance is tearing away my blinkers. It’s me choosing to reach up to a panoramic viewpoint, consciously remaining exactly where I am, but at the same time giving myself the gift of the widest possible perspective at my location.

Once I arrive there – and I can choose to arrive in a flash – I am immediately reduced to my true size relative to “where I’m at”, and so I am released!

I am released from confrontation.

In my eyes, Acceptance is an unwavering loyal friend, as I walk hand in hand with my other awareness – Sufficiency.

If I calm myself and allow myself to come into closest connection with some external event, it can show me clearly and directly a total, utter and complete satisfaction – there can be no outside of ‘Sufficiency’.

Sufficiency is the time from the outside to the still-point centre of anything at all.

Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.

When there is no longer a fear of death, the THISNESS of bliss is understood as Sufficiency in itself.

Sufficiency is Love’s second gift. The first is immeasurable presence.

Sufficient is a living beating newborn heart, a rust encrusted pencil sharpener, the fury of blind rage reboant, the fractal three of clover, the Pale Blue Dot seen through Saturn’s rings. 

It suffices with a soundless extreme implosion of perfection not to know, not to have been present, never to have loved, never to be more than only somewhat… 

It is my awareness of Sufficiency which links me directly to the sum of all joys.

Any joy of any sort piercing the living moment is sufficient.

If I go out and about with a pocketful of forethought, and if I encounter a delight, I need not let it enter me and then pass me by.

For example, I may be kissed, and as I stop taking breath, I let myself feel all the breaths I have ever breathed contained in that kiss.

I do not think, “This is a kiss”. A kiss which knows itself to be a kiss will instantly self-destruct and disappear as completely as if it had never been.

The treasure awaiting my discovery in any experience is made suddenly visible by my inborn ability to allow its inherent quality of Sufficiency to overtake both it and me.

Every such wholly-lived experience is so naturally powerful just because it arrives in my life carrying its own tiny share of the cosmic Big Bang.

For me, that presumed Singularity is where time, space, matter, co-exist with love. This is where we came from and where we will return.

Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.

Sufficiency may be said to be without form, because it allows for all potential outcomes from void. 

If I can only stop trying to dream, I can awake to find I am being dreamed by my dream.

The naked flesh of humility is clothed by sufficiency.

Awareness of Sufficiency has more gravity than its own mass! It is the cornerstone of Acceptance.

Acceptance extends, as does Humility, as does compassion, as does peace, indefinitely, infinitely.

Gratitude for these infinite sufficiencies!

Endless completion

~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

Evil

Yin/Yang

Evil arrives packed with the concepts and structures of its own downfall and failure.

Evil will always be present. Our preoccupation is not to banish what cannot be eliminated.

Ours is to bang the casseroles loudly from the roof tops, bring burning sticks into dark caves where evil lurks, and by so doing set in motion the train of fears which will crash and burn the evil men do

You ask me why

I cross the road.
You ask why?

Says the wild fowl, “No brainer this question, my friend,

My ancestors would pass this way, season upon season, even before yours frowned, bent down, picked up and struck a pair of flint stones together.

So, what’s the difference today?

The difference is your stone road.”

Life that is more heart♡centric?

Not invisible indivisible

How to have life that is more heart-centric?

A friend may answer the question like this, “By being more present – for others – and in the course of this, for myself.”

I say a life more heart-centered in the terms described, “for others”, may derive from an imposed, expected, socially acceptable requirement.

I didn’t seek to live my life from the heart. It happened that my heart was revealed to me, in a sudden and shocking way. This was mediated through the extraordinarily powerful joining of prolonged eye-contact one-to-one, during wordless partnering in Biodanza.

I was briefly invited to share with another person our most sacred innermost spaces where the heart dwells. This can elicit a response in both people. I saw the shining integrity (non-judgemental, undifferentiated wholeness) in the soul of another. I saw the purity of the shine which the soul emits.

During those same shared moments, I felt my identity melt away. It became airy, then transparent. I felt dizzy, as when there is a sudden absence of old familiar coordinates to rely on. I teared up, because what I was seeing clear as daylight for the first time were these fine human characteristics. Integrity, honesty, and trust.

The greatest of these is trust. So much of the foundations, scaffolding and structures of functional society and of the wholesome individual are based on trust. Where there is trust, hope, growth and love can flourish.

I felt the avalanche of an emotion which was not love for another person. It was non-attached love. Love not disembodied at all, but grounded, real, rooted deeply and from time immemorial. I did not fully recognise it at that time (early 2013).

What I later grasped was that I had touched into, or received, a taste of the original life-force which keeps my life alive and guards both itself and myself with the power that comes from the place where I was born, and to which you, I and we all are returning, yes, each at our own pace, but as one human Tribe of sentient beings.

It has a well-known effect, this shared time of eye-gazing. Only it so happens that I was at a threshold when my heart, which I had been cloaking from even my own view for 66 years, shone reflected back to me from the heart of another. I was not “blown away”. I was literally blown open.

Firstly, I’m lucky that this awakening occured at all. Many may live and end life without this sort of revelation of the one-ness of all existence. This vision of one-ness is too powerful to frame in words. It is to be experienced, to be lived. It’s like electric current present in a copper wire. I know it’s there. Once my hand touches the wire, the shock through my body transmutes my knowledge into pure experience.

Secondly, my heart remained and remains open. My personal impression is that a heart opened can never fully close again. Some may arrive in a space which is heart-centric, abide there for a while, and then in some way or other they deny, discount or disregard their experience, simply because they lack sufficient first-hand knowledge of the life of the living heart of life.

I am incredibly lucky on two counts.

After all, when living is and always has been plain sailing from day to day, what useful purpose can be served, disturbing the expectation of the routine, by placing a hand on a live wire? I thought I knew what ecstacy is. It is like a cause and effect, isn’t it? And when the cause is absent, ecstacy vanishes.

My ecstatic experience of being alive does not depend on an external cause. For a long, long time I had been seeking to understand what causes ecstatic experience. I made strenuous and continual efforts to get under the skin, to get into the mind, to attempt to MELD with the living aliveness I see is present in every other life form around me. This process of enquiry resolves itself by reforming itself into a process of self-enquiry.

How is it possible that I am both alive and life is living me?

I am alive and life is living through me as well as in me. This is sufficient cause to be swirling, pulsing with the ecstacy of life lived all of the time, day and night, in fullest possible awareness.

I am alive and not dead. This alone warrants lusty songs of gratitude. Yes, I am grateful I am not dead!

My heart is beating. It is beating like every heart that is, was, and will be. This force that keeps the beat from embryo to this very moment is not mine alone. Mine is a share of the same life force whose origins are traceable along the whole route through scientific investigation (and common sense) to the Big Bang

⚪ Meditations on Awarenesses of Acceptance and Sufficiency 🟢

Sufficient to life is the living

🟢 Meditations on Awarenesses of Acceptance and Sufficiency ⚪

I see much value in the practice of Acceptance.

Acceptance smoothly paves solid ground over my treacherous impulse to blunder and bluff. Such responses stem from my self-regard blinkered from, perhaps fearful of and wilfully blind to the life I share with people around me.

Acceptance is tearing away my blinkers of self-regard.

Acceptance is me choosing to reduce my true size relative to “where I’m at”, and so I am released!

Acceptance releases me from confrontation, spite, doubt, confusion. Above all, I am released from the need to hide from others.

Acceptance of who I am, without precondition, with no judgement, opens me to self-love. Self-love may be timid, shy, inclined to spend time waiting. Self-love welcomed, accepted, is an invincible ally. Self-love will glory in reminding me of the mutually shared love story between my heart and me.

Acceptance is an unwavering loyal friend, as I walk hand in hand with my other awareness – Sufficiency.

Sufficiency is the time from the outside to the still-point centre of anything at all.

Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.

There can be no outside of ‘Sufficiency’.

Sufficiency is Love’s second gift. The first is immeasurable presence.

When there is no longer a fear of death, the THISNESS of bliss is understood as Sufficiency in itself.

Sufficient is a living beating newborn heart, a rust encrusted pencil sharpener, the fractal three of clover, the pale Blue Dot seen through Saturn’s rings.

When Sufficiency arrives with a soundless extreme implosion of perfection, I am surprised it’s completely enough not to know, not to have been present, never to have loved, never to be more than merely somewhat…

It is my awareness of Sufficiency which links me directly to the sum of all joys.

Any joy of any sort piercing the living moment is sufficient.

For example, I may be kissed. At that instant, all the breaths I have ever breathed are contained in that kiss.

I do not think, “This is a kiss”.

A kiss which knows itself to be a kiss will instantly self-destruct and disappear as completely as if it had never been.

The treasure awaiting my discovery in any experience is made suddenly visible by my inborn ability to allow its inherent quality of Sufficiency to overtake both it and me.

Every such wholly-lived experience – no matter if it feels bad or good – is so naturally powerful for the simple reason that it arrives in my life carrying its own tiny share of the cosmic Big Bang.

For me, that presumed Singularity is where time, space, matter, co-exist with love. This is where we came from and where we will return.

Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.

Sufficiency is without form, because it allows for all potential outcomes from void.

The naked flesh of humility is clothed by Sufficiency.

Awareness of Sufficiency has more gravity than its own mass! It is the cornerstone of Acceptance.

Acceptance extends, as does Humility, as does compassion, as does peace, indefinitely, infinitely.

Gratitude for these infinite sufficiencies!

~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

Namasté 🕉️

Rhine

If heightened sense of connection to all aspects of existence were sufficient all by itself, then my life and the entire caboodle would simply be a one-dimensional affair.

However, this experience of intensity is so myriadfold and multidimensional, it wells up, overflows the restricted borders of my own body and mind, so I have no choice but to share, and use every ounce of the strength of my living being to share and share it well.

I do reach out with my limited means of expression and with my words. These are so approximate to the task.

By these acts of core communication I confirm my humanity, my self-respect, and I try to make my own animal dignity an acceptable example among my fellow beings.

Namasté AUM

Have a care!

Sydney’s New Year’s Eve fireworks extravaganza ushers in 2020. Wolter Peeters.

Only care!

We do not know what the future may bring us.

If it were true that we also did not care what the future may bring, we would not take notice of the cyclic nature of our existence.

If we also did not care about the future, we would not attribute enough importance to it to wish one another the best outcome that each would attempt to extract from that place of wishfulness we arbitrarily call New Year, anniversary, birthday.

I do care. I do take notice. And I attribute more urgency and importance even than do you, to your own successful outcomes, big and small, in this solar cycle of your precious life.

We are all one, we share DNA, we survive the centuries and we thrive, not in turning our back on one another’s trials and tribulations, but because we gladly accept that we utterly depend on the successes of the myriad choices everyone makes EveryNow.

The small choices we make, one by our beautiful ones, together form the networks of humanity which support me, you, everyone and everything we care about.

~ Love is present EveryNow

The Acceptor

The Acceptor

There is a pressure from within to be creative. Our human creative impulse is sacred and precious, and it springs eternal from within us all.

I tend to measure the extent of my wellbeing by how much room and time I devote to any creative thought, impulse or activity.

I brindle and bristle loudly at the mention of things inside feeling as if they are not right during blank or uncreative episodes. I would get even more agitated, if these periods of no creativity are called out as not good.

The leafless “lifeless” trees in winter engage in new life-giving creativity through a symbiosis of biochemical fungal activity deep in their earth-bound roots.

In recent years, the intense all pervading peace I have found through conscious cultivation of acceptance during the seemingly dead zones of my weeks and days has taught me to be the Acceptor.

I can accept harmony and balance continue growing wholesome and undamaged even though I may not be able to visit or view or creatively engage with them, when my heart seems cloaked off in those null, dull, dark times.

I am not unlike a living rooted plant. I must gratefully accept as gifts the fluctuations in the circumstances and the environment that is mine. Like a plant, I accept that certain elements like harmony and balance may play out on such large time-scales that I may not get so much as a reassuring glimpse of them in my daily life.

I do know my whole being is well-taken care of by mysterious forces of Lunar wellness and Solar goodness. I do know I am massively grateful to have occasional glimpses by the Ah! of simple hindsight into those mysterious and ever-present flows of life-giving strength which the Sun and Moon fill me with.

Summer and winter

Come and go

See the sense of season

Sleep naked of reason

Love is present EveryNow

In a distant galaxy

In a galaxy a long way away, I found a Palace. It was made during millions of years of evolution, and its existence was the urge to grow.

It grew away from the centre of its planet, and was admired by all who had ganglions to admire with.

The empty Palace requires a visitor, for with no witnesses, the structure exists inchoate, incomplete. With or without a witness, it crumples and melts down into the loam of its origin anyway.

It has constructed itself to be an object of desire to beings with legs or wings.

In their absence, it relies on its trillion brethren to display its message and with it to fill every space between fire and ice.

Long ago, it took the form that love takes whenever love has the opportunity to dance with atoms.

Therefore it has no need to say, “Love”.

~ ♡ 🌟 ♡ ~

[This report from an interstellar explorer was rebroadcast to its galaxy far far away, in the hope that the Palaces of Earthly Love may come to be recognised, venerated and given the status of Universal Stellar Protection by all star-system populations for all time]

AUTHOR’S FOOTNOTE

I took a photo of an unusually coloured striated garden poppy. Later that day, I enhanced it slightly, to post it on Facebook, and then the line came, “In a galaxy a long way away”.

The combined factors involved in the arrival on Earth of such a complex botanical structure are all but impossible comprehend.

My whole life I have struggled to find out how mathematics, geometry, cellular biology, phytochemistry and evolutionary botany, could affect an organism whose purpose of existence is single-pointed, and whose outward form is graceful, coherent simplicity.

A most effective and dramatic perspective I have been using for years is to pretend I have stepped off a Flying Saucer and am taking stock of an endless variety of never-seen, never-imagined Earthly life forms.

What happens when I, a creature from another solar sytem, am walking in a land of non-stop discovery?

In a flash, my perspective broadens by astronomical leaps. I am one being in a Cosmos of beings, all completely different, yet all sharing life.

My restless questions about origins, about shape, form and composition fade into a lower state of urgency. What matters is the universality of life.

My garden poppy is a messenger of life, and the astonishment is clear. Poppy exists throughout the millenia.

The manner of life’s self-assembly, of life’s urge to exist, endure, and replicate have come to me in this one flower – just for me and only at this point in time – via the operation of whole epochs of confusion, destruction and rebirth.

I have no reason to be shy to say this. It represents the result of massive recurring surges of the pure powers of love on our planet.

There is something inexplicable and unfindable in the startling grace displayed in this poppy. The grace does not require analysis or research. It simply asks of me to release all question, and to accept with childlike wonder the blindingly brilliant fact of its existence, here and now, with me

My flame survives the silent violence of my storm

I’m a flame that survives the silent violence of my storm.
Artwork by @gavadana

I am a thriving flame that survives the silent violence of my storm.

Awareness and acknowledgement all the time of the stark fact of impermanence is central to maintaining my healthy lifestyle. 

The more I allow myself to live in transience, the more grounded I am. The more grounded, the more I’m content and at peace.

Peace of mind is the starting point for all the honeyed delights of communal sharing.

Simply because we might never see each other again, all whom I meet are lit up brilliantly by the shining peace in the heart of this moment together!

Celebrate! We, you, I, like the very ground beneath our bodies, are made of impermanence.

Happy EveryNow

~ Love is present EveryNow

Diamond!

Hengistbury Head in spring

At an elevation of 30 metres, my heart looks out towards the sea.

It is the English Channel. It is home to fish I cannot see, crustaceans, microorganisms. Their hearts are beating at depths I cannot see.

I am aware of the entire planet, the continuation to where I cannot see, over the horizon. More sea, more living heart beating life forms. And they are all in one vast interconnected body of salt water called seas and oceans covering the planet.

I turn round to face away from this extravagance of elemental water. I look instead to where my home is, the homes of my friends, family, those I think of as individuals who form part of the crowds of people.

As I live and breathe, the living breathing lives of land, sea and air breathe with me and to me.

Sleepy heads are hidden under feathered wings, cold-blooded vertebrates that do float, insects numbersome as the stars in the crevices of the sky.

All and each are trending small lives of supreme value.

The trillion facets of the diamond of life!

Outside inside

My outside is my inside playground

The inside is the outside.
The outside is the inside.
In darkest night,
nothing changes from the
inside to the outside.

The sun rises over me.

In the light I see the outside
as identical to the inside.
Glory, huge hugging glory,
expands and I know
the inside is bigger than the outside

…..÷…..

I have been shaken to my depths since the war began in Ukraine. I have been trying to rebalance, to rediscover my equanimity. Why do I feel the pain so of these sufferers? Where is safety now? What is lit now on my path, where I used to need nothing to light my way?

It is hard work this cleaning of the heart’s wounds. It is good to light one by one the guttering candles on my way, my patient way to remember. My heart waits for me in the Middle Way. I know exactly where to look

🟡🔎Solar burn🔍🟡

Posto 10, Ipanema

I packed a few pine tree wood discs, sandpapered for this trip, along with my lenses.

I choose a quiet spot to set up ‘shop’ on Ipanema beach. I seat myself on my folding camp stool on the sand with my back turned three-quarters to the Sun. Polished wood in my left hand, a smallish lens in my right.

Now I have arrived. I’m in shorts, peaked cap on my head. I’m wearing glasses that protect me from 85 per cent of sunlight and from all harmful rays.

I am here at one of the most famous beauty spots on the planet. After the relative greyness of Northern Europe, I should be hyper aware of the privilege of being on Ipanema Beach. Normally my senses would be opened and scanning. I’d be drinking, seeing, hearing and loving these moments in paradise on earth.

As always, the meditative buzz of Solar Pyrography welcomes me. Soon my breathing slows, my mind empties, and what I am doing takes all of my focus. Smoke and occasionally sweet resin-scented flames rise from my wood disc, as if from a sacrificial offering.

When people see me, they nudge each other, pause and say, “Look what that man’s doing!” It’s easy to leave them on the edge of my vision.

The kids are not so shy. They barge in close. Thankfully they accept me with my monosyllabic noises. Some notice their shadows block my work. My lens moves on. Who will go home and try for themselves this trick of fire with a lens and sunlight? I am always amazed that Solar Burning is such an unknown activity in hot countries.

The Rio sun hurts. I’m in a race to finish my commission before the thirst and the pain drive me away. I’m not sunning myself, swimming, surfing, strolling along admiring the sea, the surf or the mountains. I am not drinking Brahma beer or ice-cold fresh juice from coconut stalls.

I am here, but I am not here! I am in an altogether other place.

It is as heavenly as this fabulous Brazilian holiday destination. This heavenly place is entirely contained inside of me by the precisely controlled actions of my body as I focus Sun energy through a glass onto pine wood

The engaged couple’s initials, B and D, woven into a heart made of hearts above the Lover’s Knot, looks ready to me. I hope they like it back home in Dorset.

👣 Misty origins of EveryNow 🫂

💜 Do you speak Heart? 🧡

A portal to life’s glory opened and engulfed me in 2013. I journaled to bring order into the unfolding inexplicable goodness. At first I lacked even the words in English.

My intense daily journaling and my high intensity search for the meaning of this new condition of heightened awareness morphed into this blog:
http://www.everynow.blog

In my EveryNow blog, I write everyday stories of love, compassion and praise for the glories of living from the heart.

During the five or six decades of my life prior to 2013, I had contented myself with “Living to Love”, which is pretty, beautiful even, but superficial.

As my heart awakes from a long slumber in hiding, it greets me, and here is where “Loving to Live” begins!

Today I am at peace and at ease with my experience of being alive in this completeness of sentience, though it still feels as surprising and as brand new as it did at its inception.

Much of what I have become aware of as I negotiate these orchards of newness, is well described in the book I recently discovered, much to my surprise, by Raymond Carl Sigrist called “In love with everything – Apophatic Mysticism”. It’s published by Infinity.com

The most effective way to write about the constantly exploding sensations of this post-traumatic Heavenly Bliss event is to connect to its source  — the heart.

Forty or fifty years of verbal doldrums, when I neglected to hold communion with my heart, have left me, even after these last nine years, in a place where I have to learn to speak from and to my heart in baby steps.

I have to learn how to speak the language of heart. This will take up all my remaining years. It is the sweetest of all possible challenges!

I love to remind myself ~

~ Love is present EveryNow

🗿 The Stones of Avebury 🗿

The blood and the sweat of ancestors

so it begins again)

These massive immobile megaliths are stuck in mud, aloofly impervious to the floating breeze.

Stones, weather worn stones, high and broad, sit. They are noble solid refuges favoured by lichen.

Blessed in circular disposition with the blood and the sweat of ancestors all without age or name, the stones by size and by circle attract to themselves involuntary interpreters.

The great stones one by one call in to themselves the visiting poet, the enlightened woman or man.

Today’s people, acolytes in all but title, journey here, guided by heart-wonder, turn shining eyes on the softly present rocky surfaces.

Obedient to the allure of the Circle of Stones, the people who have eyes to see they stand close, they face the impermeable sacred verticals.

Today’s descendant ascendant people, new of flesh, bear the swarm mind imprint of the priests of old. This is why we are with the circles. This is what is embraced by ancient rock.

A hard touchable magic spell as simple as a smile breathed, releases bonds of solidity.

The long dead keepers of the astrogeometric arts pass to us their passion inside of the secret, solid and holy lightlessness.

(All that we can remember, we to whom these glorious revelations are granted, after we come away so very changed, is that we always forget,

Only by letting go

Arrive and go

A friend said to me… “Only by letting go of your past self can you take yourself to unimagined places.”

I cannot let go of my entire self with all of my past thoughts, words and deeds, when I hurt so much from their heavy weight on my back.

There’s much more to the action of letting go than an effort of will.

Massive changes can take place when my heart reveals itself and I take notice of its childlike purity, and I act to navigate the grand tides of new understanding my own heart offers to me.

These changes present my mind with a view of my original innocence. They begin when I listen to the positive appreciative comments from my family and friends, and I make the effort to believe what I hear.

What have I done up till now to prevent myself from believing in my goodness? And why do I turn a deaf ear to compliments and a blind eye to the anxiety in my face in the mirror which asks only to be loved?

There are answers to be found by examination of the causes of fear that I cling to. Among other places, answers in past trauma revisited, and in timid acceptance of outside pressures from social conditioning.

What naturally follows little by little is my understanding of my entirely needless attachment to my fear and self-loathing that spring from shame and my guilt about former deeds, words and thoughts engaged in out of ignorance of my true value to myself and others.

I begin to make closures for years of misdirected and wasted effort to merely content myself with survival, by forgiveness through self love and self validation.

I forgive my younger self for what I did out of ignorance fuelled by self doubt while wading along underlying streams of fear.

In this new condition of redemption for my past behaviours I can be freed of past guilt and shame, forgive, love, and let go of my past self and take myself to previously unimagined places illuminated by the peace and love from which all beings arise and to which we are all walking each other home 💫

‘Ø’ NOTHING EXCLUDES ANYTHING ‘∞’

Discrete entity

‘Ø’ NOTHING EXCLUDES ANYTHING ‘∞’

Discrete entities, ideas, constructs are never separate, they are part of all other such ‘manifestations’.

Seeming to be singular at first, all things display a self-similarity on a simple level. They are included in the same ‘set’ of inclusivity in their totality.

More than that, all things are subtly interleaved, because all causes affect. That which is affected [by the existence of another] cannot have its origin traced, because its antecedents go back to the ‘beginning of time’ itself.

The futility of trying to ‘know’ what a singular thing ‘is’ directs me, like a prisoner is directed towards freedom, to salute the unending riches in not knowing.

The tiny wisdom of accepting not knowing is bigger than a mountain of pure gold.

Nothing excludes anything.

One of the certainties on which I can build my life is that my body, mind, heart and soul are included in the universe.

At times I might veer off and begin to wonder if Life is This or That.

Then I remember that neither one thing nor the other came first.

My consciousness arises from both.

In the moment I exist, I am both alive and an ineffable part of life. I am both alive and I am being lived by life.

Who cannot be brimming with excitement at the unfolding potential of discovery ?

This excitement is endless in the way of fractal endlessness. It is the acknowledgement of, and the gratitude for the enjoyment of this very endlessness which is both entirely sufficient and delightfully finite in the embodiment of its expression in me. This is one of the things which give rise to the chuckle of the enlightened.

I am as appreciative of this as it is humanly within my power. And I try to act accordingly.

Passionately therefore, I say I should act with compassion and respect, for the valid reason that my thoughts, my words and my deeds contain all the force of the flap of the beat of that proverbial butterfly wing

~ Love is present EveryNow

Thoughts arising…

… … …The appreciation of the pure and mathematical fundamental principles which underlie the way living beings assume their form and ‘operate’ is one essential bridge towards a deeper understanding of my place in this experience of being alive.

At times I might veer off and begin to wonder if Life is Math. Then I remember that neither one thing nor the other came first. My consciousness arises from both.

In the moment I exist, I am both alive and an ineffable part of life. I am both alive and I am being lived by life.

Who can retain their passionate overflood at the unfolding potential of discovery ? This excitement is endless in the way of fractal endlessness. It is the acknowledgement of, and the gratitude for the enjoyment of this very endlessness which is both entirely sufficient and delightfully finite. Is this what gives rise to the chuckle of the enlightened?

The Accretion of Time; the hallmark of the Gentleness of Being

“So perfect, it looks like a painting.”

Where perfection is in play, encountered, and witnessed, it becomes a springboard.

Perfection, when noticed, becomes a jumping off point like a springboard for an immediate journey of travel. This journey takes us spontaneously both upwards, outwards and downwards, inwards.

In the presence of such qualities of perfection we can connect with the innate beauty of ourselves. I see that we who walk, talk and play are the product of aeons of natural selection and myriad cycles of survival and regeneration.

The way of the oyster allows time to pass, nacreous secretion to form, and a harmless pearl of great value to form. All living things, sentient or not, have arrived at material form through a similar, sacred, delicate process.

The Accretion of Time is the hallmark of the Gentleness of Being.

The most memorable photos, poems, paintings, sculptures, musical compositions are ones which make this unique appeal to our core original being  —  our sense of our own connection to the timelessness of our innate beauty.

When beauty, as seen in this seascape for example, triggers our response, it sidelines our notion of who we are and it reaches straight into what we are. This is an awareness of the Gentleness of Being fashioned naturally over periods of time too huge to comprehend.

Our human time frame may be overwhelmed when we are moved by art and real life entering our awareness, to the extent that our regular analytical faculties falter and blur out.

~ Love is present EveryNow

Orion

Rigel, Betelgeuse, Bellatrix and Saiph — form the intriguing shape of Orion the rectangular.

Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka — Orion’s Belt.

I stood and saw Orion before bedtime.

Saiph engages me in sweet stellar sign language.

My brain is beaming bounty back to Betelgeuse.

My body bellows out to Bellatrix.

Alnilam and Alnitak activate my cosmic genes.

Mintaka draws my gaze.

I salute Mintaka who blesses me, my forefathers, and the flowing whitewaters of my descendents.

I raise my eyes to Rigel and I receive the Promissory of EveryNow