Mountain Meditation, Ink on paper original, framed
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We sit quietly at the edge of the nothing. And stare deeply into the nothing. In awe we notice the utter simplicity and beauty of every moment. We cry a deep a noble cry within this beauty. It moves us to words, it moves us to silence, it moves us to paint, it moves us to do something. Nothing seems so awesome in the face of the intent of the universe then to constantly create, co-create and spiral from and to infinity.
As warriors of awareness this edge point is where we live, on the verge, in the moment ready to leap into…. We gather strength where the average person cowers in terror at the awesomeness and wonder. We gather a love of all that far surpasses the trivialities of vain glorious desires. We gather momentum to turn around and return to the village where things seem so destined for self destruction.
The artist of awareness must stumble, must fall, must endure hardships in the face of infinity. This strengthens our resolve. This does not harden our edge points, but rather softens them to a state of plasmic fluidity to burn with the essence of life. We have with this energy choices beyond the norm. We have the courage to face the dying of the light. We have the energy because we hold on to nothing but infinity and the freedom to choose something new, something better.
It has been the warriors who make changes to first attention, with thoughts, images, words and deeds. Warriors that don’t capitulate to the dominant matrix mind. Warriors that throw everything they have at the world, for it is just this one life that is worth living in infinite freedom and beauty. Take the words of Howard Zinn.
Who cannot in the face of such words not want to be an activist? Who would not care to round up the revolution in the face of all that is? Who would not lay down ones life for the chance to make a difference in this world? Especially after being in the desert, in the forest, on the edge ready to leap into the abyss.
We struggle so hard to recapitulate, to gather our energies for the definitive journey. Yet while we are resting, we can also make a difference. And we can shift this band of awareness into something….. awesome!
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A warrior seeks out knowledge, even information, to understand the mold of man. Yet warriors cannot get trapped by the fixation that systems of knowledge and information present us with. Rather we treat these structures as insight into the mold of man and they represent a possibility to recapitulate at a deep level. We talk about recapitulation and stories or lines can be recapitulated all the time, but there are a few amazing systems which offer the warrior access to a structure and method of recapitulating that can be extremely helpful when we start the process.
When I noted that death, the awareness of our contract with death, hits us, there is a strange and powerful response. First of all the self becomes aware of the self in a reflective process of knowing that it knows it will lose form eventually. This self reflective hall of mirrors is sometimes called the mind at its beginning. But more interestingly it is self importance at its critical emergence or emergency. This hall of mirrors is frightening to the spark of pure intent that we are within. If we take a few minutes and practice taking responsibility for our death then link with silence, there is a seed, a moment that we can all recall when the story of our lives began – the existential moment of terror. Often it is buried under years of stories, default behaviors and denials which cover the source of our original moment of self awareness.
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Carlos Casteneda was asked if there was a quick way/practice to freedom. His answer was that a warrior struggles every day and endures, but if he could sum up everything that Don Juan said in one practice, it would be saying every day of every hour to ourselves, “I take responsibility for my death.” Even just a brief period of meditation practice can loosen up energies that can be better used for anything.
We are creative beings of pure energy, but life is expensive. Everything, and I do mean everything, costs in energy. We don’t get out alive. But so often we play a shell game with death. We enjoy and escape into all sorts of things, never knowing nor acknowledging the simple aspects of that cost. When we take responsibility for our death, we are facing forward into whatever is is.
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The earth has within its band of awareness locations of intense energy. Like our own bodies, there are places where she is sensitive, where she produces greater heat or where she has peace and calm. She is as active and changing as our own selves. We are a reflection of these mechanics of energy for our physical form emerged in relation to her.
As part of a recent walk, we hiked up to what looked like a great place to view a vast red valley. we found a location nestled between two red rock outcroppings offered us a respite from our week. We sat just beneath an ancient line of white that marked the boundary between an ancient ocean’s surface, the rocks above being ancient islands, and the edge of the valley being the shore.
Sitting in silence the position of our assemblage points returned to silence in alignment with the earth. Across the valley points we had visited before were illuminated with vibrating energy. This could easily be seen in a restful stance. In essence dreaming into this place allowed us to “see” connections between places. Lines of power connected various places.
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Between the shortest day of the year and the perihelion of the sun, January 3rd, there is a period of intense silence and connection that can be attained by the warrior of freedom. This period, the dark days, mark a time when the light of day is short for the northern hemisphere. If we sit in silence, we can hear the pulse of the earth in the subtle ways that she speaks to us.
We have to disentangle the pulse of the earth from the rolling force. The rolling force is the force of constant change and is deeply connected to death. Not that the warrior of freedom should ignore this, but at this time of the year for the north, the pulse lies under the rolling force. It sleeps deep within our bones and speaks to our imagination. We are linking to the creative generative force that sleeps in the winter. That force can, if we are patient, guide us to ever newer possibilities for our next steps into the new year.
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The necessary should never be the enemy of the good.
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Evidence of Intent – 6×10 ink on paper original, unframed
We are programmed to care. We are programmed to think that things, issues, policies, products are essential. The deepest programming comes from our parents in the form of values. Most of those values are swallowed with baby’s milk and breast fed into us. Unless we have a significant emotional event, most humans never consider even for a second that what they believe to be true is other than it is, true. And the worst kind of truth is that which has been repeated over and over ad infinatum. Yummy chocolate milk of mother culture… Mother culture is not the friend of the warrior of freedom.
This is why humans become worked up over an offense… which is actually just another viewpoint or value than their own. Humans become worked up over politics because we are trained, inculcated, and programmed to do so. And humans get worked up over religion because its programming is so deep that it shatters our bones to have it challenged.
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