Reflections, Visions

Whale Song…

Today, during my meditation, I heard the song of whales somewhere far from me.  The sound so melancholy, with sorrow lining every lengthened tone.  And yet there was a sweetness to the song that touched me deeply, too, as though even in their suffering they found something that seemed worthwhile…

The notes appealed to my bat technology, bringing peace with every tear I cried in empathy.  And I knew bliss in a whole new way.  For this was not the manic excitement, the barely contained joy demanding release, but a quiet sense of something “right” not all that far from me…

And even now the voices sing, echoing deep within my mind, flooding me with blessed relief.  It was (and is) what I often refer to as a “perfect moment,” and it strengthened me.  I sense the sound, feel it in every fiber of my being, and know that it will serve as armor as I step out to face the world today…

It is worth savoring…

And so I choose to share it, too, with those who need a perfect moment as much as I do.  I’m sharing it with you…

Peace, my friends, and blessings too.  May today bring to you exactly what you need to carry on…  😀

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Reflections, Visions

“I Want it All…”

“I want it All…

I want it All…

I want it All…

And I want it NOW!”

(Repeat)

“Here’s to the future…

to the dreams of you/youth.”

(Excerpts from the song “I Want it All” by Queen)

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Stuck in my brain, on endless repeat, for three days now.  First thought upon waking each day, last thought before drifting off to sleep, playing over and over and over again through every moment of my timeless days…

I don’t even know if the lyrics are correct, at least the last line, and I remember nothing else from the song.  I’m sure the order is off because I can hear the music in my head, and there is an uncomfortable shift/gap between the lines.  But none of that matters.  It isn’t about what is “real” or right, but rather about what is obsessing me…

I was “gifted” with a piece of meteorite (much heavier than I would expect it to be), and found myself “called” to collect a small Lemurian Crystal.  The meteorite, when engaged, placed me in the center of a spinning gyroscope, with dimensional planes shifting around and through me.  I felt certain I had acquired a “key” between them, as well as a vehicle in which to “safely” experience these planar shifts…

When I combined the two in meditation, I met “Bekkah,” a young Pliadian.  Not extraordinary, not “special,” just young and open and full of eagerness.  This was her crystal, “programmed” not with data that might save or enlighten the world, but with her fondest hopes and dreams…

And in the background, I saw my Self, as multiple beings, existing across time (as evidenced by apparel, appearance, and accessories), all superimposed, one upon the other.  I thought at first that it was a chronicle of “past lives,” and some were familiar to me; others were new and unexpected, including both gender and species shifts.  But it came to me today, as it all played out behind my eyes again, that it was not a record of “past” lives, but rather concurrent ones.

I am All of these beings, simultaneously and without contradiction.  All are happening now.  And “I” am more simple and complex than even I had previously imagined…

Just something to think about…  😀

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Flights of Fancy…

Dreams…  Fantasies…  Illusions…  Visions…

Hallucinations…

So many variations on a theme, yet a consistent one nonetheless.  For all name experiences we have alone, that we cannot share with Others except through words, art, music… Communication of some sort.

I was at work last night, and there was a quiet moment when I could actually hear the “retail-acceptable” radio station playing in the background.  For some reason, I tuned it in and actually listened for a change, and what I heard was this: “the brain can’t tell the difference between reality and imagination, so it responds to all stimuli as though it were actually happening.”  (The DJ was discussing why creative visualization works, apparently.)  It was an interesting point, and one that tagged into several different exploratory thought trips I’ve been taking lately…

Like how is it possible to know something (with certainty) your entire life, only to discover you’ve actually been wrong?  And how does that change things for you, when it’s so much a part of your “foundational” knowledge?

Or how do you distinguish between hallucinations and reality?  Especially if you’ve developed a tendency (strong and growing stronger) to experience things out of order in time?

Or, for that matter, how do you know whether such “out of time” phenomena are memory, visionary or illusory?

Or how can you use that power of imagination, and the brain’s inability to distinguish mere thought from reality, to create actual change in the physical universe?

(Yes, I actually do spend quite a bit of time thinking of these kinds of things…  🙂  )

I watched a tv show recently that dealt with these themes.  (I won’t mention the name to avoid any spoilers.)  The characters were at a workshop, and the teacher was trying to convince them they could change anything in the world with the power of their mind and will.  The students stared at a white wall, while the speaker encouraged them to change its color to whatever they wanted it to be.  With joyous enthusiasm, they shouted out their colors, revelling in this newfound power of mind, while the camera shifted between their rapturous faces and the still-white wall.  One “doubter” among them never saw anything “for real” except that white wall, and he was disturbed enough by that to question his entire faith…

Which kind of brings me to my point in a roundabout sort of way…

A recent discussion with a friend and fellow seeker led me back to the theory vs. practice dichotomy that has haunted my entire life.  For I believe in the power of mind to alter reality; I have experienced it first-hand.  Being schizophrenic allowed me to live this dichotomy in a very personal way, every day, as I traversed the bridge between things of my world, and things of the world.  And as a writer, I know that all things creative – words, art, music, dance – do actually change the world I live in, both in my own personal reality, and in the reality I share with Others.

But when someone succeeds in creating a miracle, it “feels” different.  It is the difference between altering how one perceives the world, and actually altering what there is to perceive in the world.  And the two are not the same…

So today I ponder those differences, and look for ways to make One into an’Other, and vice versa.  I seek a deeper understanding of a dichotomy that cannot truly exist, except in my mind.  For creation is creation, and change is change, and there should be no great leap required (of faith or logic) to span the distance between theory and practice.  And if there were ever a time when actual miracles were needed, I think this time certainly qualifies…

** stretching my wings **

Yep…  I think it’s time for me to fly…

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A View of the Spectrum: United “Ism’s”?

I know I haven’t posted in a while, but I want you, my friends, to know it’s not because of some creative block or related malady; rather, I have been suffering from a severe case of the whin-ies, which I really didn’t want immortalized on the internet.  And since I couldn’t seem to find my way out of them, I chose silence instead…

You see, I consider myself an Optimist, for the most part.  I can find “good” in almost every situation or person I encounter.  I don’t know if it’s a learned skill, or a simple reflection of my nature, or maybe some combination of the two.  But I do know it’s who I am today…

That being said, I don’t see myself as overly optimistic; I mean, my sunglasses are dark, not rosy pink.  It’s not that I don’t see the darker aspects of life, but rather that I choose not to focus on them.  Usually…  In this regard, I see myself as a Realist.  I know that not everything is good, or meant to be good; I am an incarnated spirit living in a world of matter, so Duality seems to be intrinsic to the very process of existing in the here and now.  But I believe that by focusing on the positive, by feeling grateful and compassionate towards others, I improve both the quality of my own life and the interaction I share with others…

I am also aware that I’m touched by a bit of Hedonism, drawn strongly toward things that feel good, as evidenced by my history of addiction.  And let’s face it, optimism feels better than either pessimism or realism on some days…

And if you’ve read any of my prior work, you will no doubt have noted the influence of Existentialism, even if that’s not what you would choose to call it…  Things are what they are some times.  Period…

But lately I’ve been driven by a deep-rooted Pessimism, tainted heavily with a fatalistic nihilism: what’s the point of all this?  Why even bother? (Not blogging, mind you, as that has its own reward; I’m referring to Life in general here.)

But over the past few days, I’ve been inundated with rainbows, of all things.  I’m seeing them almost every day, and it hasn’t even been raining that much.  Just two days ago I found a rainbow in a clear blue sky; I had to call a co-worker out to verify the sighting to make sure I hadn’t imagined it.  And it was there, glorious and bright!

And music.  Everywhere.  I find myself humming tunes I don’t even know.  But it happens so unconsciously that becoming aware of it feels like an afterthought…  Weird…

So what am I to take from all this, I ask myself?  What is the message the Universe is trying to communicate to me?

The most obvious answer seems to be that Life, and outlook, run according to a spectrum, a scale.  We sentient beings have the innate ability to view the entire spectrum and experience its variability, simultaneously and without contradiction…

Is it a contradiction that I think people are worth saving, at the same time I wish many would just disappear?  Is it hypocrisy to believe that “things” need to change, while I retain my habits and lifestyle?  Is it counterintuitive to hope for a miracle, when I, myself, currently have so little faith?

I’m not sure, really…  

Right now I am content to hunt those rainbows and cherish that unfamiliar music that appears randomly, while I ride the spectrum of “ism’s” to see what I might learn…

What do you suppose are the chances I might just find a pot of gold?

 

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“Sen-Sing Shifts…”

Today I shift the focus from what my “eyes” perceive to what my ears can hear…  I sit in Silence, absorbing the nuances and fragile tones embedded within the music of the Universe.

Time(s) has(have) shifted, and so must I, for new perspective is calling me…

 

My heart beats, its tempo transforming

Accelerando!”

Live-liness overwhelming calm…

The wind howls while ice melts

Crescendo!”

Drowning out the question of how…

The past changes,

Not replaces,

A formerly experienced Now.

And I am waiting…

Listening…

Anticipating…

The newest Movement

Orchestrated

By the hear-to-fore Unknown…

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NoBloPoMo, Poetry

“The Rhythm of Life”… (Day 28)

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Photo by Lisa Palmer, 2015

Tick… tock…  Tick… tock…

So says the clock, as it measures out the moments of our lives.

Tick, tick, tock…  Tick, tick, tock…

Time speeds up as years slip by.

 

Be-dum… Be-dum… Be-dum…

Beats my heart, proving I am still alive.

Be-dum-dum-dum… Be-dum-dum-dum…

My heart now racing with anticipation and desire.

 

Bump-be-dum-dum…  Bump-be-dum-dum…

A mother’s anxiety begins.

Whoosh-be-thump-bump… Whoosh-be-thump-bump…

A child’s answering response.

 

Ding-dong-ding…  Ding-dong-ding…

A visitor arrives: stranger, family or friend?

Buzzzz… Buzzzz…  Buzzzz…

News arrives, good or bad, the vibration never changes.

 

Ding-dong-ding-ding-ding…  Ding-dong-ding-ding-ding…

The bells toll, calling the Faithful to pray, celebrate or mourn.

Brrrinnnggg-tinkle-tinkle…  Brrrinnnggg-tinkle-tinkle…

The Fey Folk can’t resist the bells and chimes, at least according to Lore.

 

BOOM!… De-boom-boom…  BOOM!… De-boom-boom…

Tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…  Tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…

Clap… … … … Clap… … … … Clap… … … …

… … Snap… … … Snap… … … Snap…

 

The fire beckons from afar,

The people gather at its altar

Bodies move, voices chant

Souls dance a spiral path…

 

The rhythms of living

Felt deep within my being.

Solid, steady, heard and shared

The sound of life unending…

 

 

 

 

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