ORIGINAL BLISS

In the beginning..........................

 

In the beginning

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was the song

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A sound..........................

         A hum..........................

                            A frequency..........................

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Sweet, infinite symphony

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singing across the eternal nothing

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until

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something

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form & structure

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strings & strands

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matter

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mana

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The song : the heartbeat

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Blessed ॐ

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Divine Amen

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I Am

 

 

Namaste,

Shannan

 

Numinous Sunday Experience

 

 

Driving through the hills, on my way to manage chaos, allowing the smooth soul of James Morrison to seranade me.

"I got one life... one life... one life... and I'm gonna live it right."

His lyrics lick both spirit and senses.

Along the ridge rain clouds begin to bubble under the sunshine, signs of the percipitation that's to come. I feel the same, welling up right along with them; bouyant with happiness and deep peace, yet at the same time pierced deeply with a sadness that saturates me with unshed tears. I am both completely contant and overwhelmed by lonliness.

"I got one life... one life... one life... and I'm gonna live it right."

I think about writing. I think about Aislen. What she would do with clouds such as this in one of her many alternate realities.

Would she sweep them away so she could bask in the sun?

Would she tickle them with her fingertips and paint their raindrops across the sky?

Or would she gather them in an embrace and hold them, allowing them the downpour they crave?

"I got one life... one life... one life... and I'm gonna live it right."

A big rig slowly begins to pass me, blocking my view of the clouds.

First, I see the "R", capital and blue, shouting from the side panel. Then an "E" pulls along beside of me.

The truck gains speed as it overtakes my car.

Or maybe I slowed, knowing.

As the truck pulled ahead its message came fully into view.

"WALKER" on its side panel. "WALKER" on its doors. "WALKER" on each one of its 18 massive mud flaps.

"I got one life... one life... one life... and I'm gonna live it right."

The rain came.

And I am not alone.

Shannan

We live in the fiction.

Reposted from shannansinclair.com

Catch Your Wings

   

 

Wash Away - Mat Costa

 

Float down stream, rivers of dreams
Float down stream, catch your wings
Heavens high, so you fly
Catch your dreams in the sky

But the glaciers have frozen your feet
I can't wait for eternity
And so you watched me wash away
But maybe we'll catch up someday
Maybe we'll catch up someday

 

Sun it sinks out of view
Stars they shine changing hue

But bright lights have blinded your sights
They can't adjust when day turns to night
And so you watched me wash away
But maybe we'll catch up someday

The castles we built were so tall
They only left us further to fall
And still I see them far away
But maybe we'll come back someday
Maybe we'll come back someday

Float down stream, rivers of dreams
Float down stream, catch your wings

The castles we built were so tall
They only left us further to fall
And still I see them far away
Maybe we'll come back someday

The castles we built were so tall
They only left us further to fall
And still I see them far away
As I watch them wash away
Wash away...
Wash away...
Wash away...
Wash away...

 

Namaste,

C H E Z

The Hallucination of the Everyday

Poets, mystics and shamans have always tried to convey that the world of the imagination is a real world... they called it the third kingdom.

When they speak of the third dimension; conscious, physical life, they describe her as Maya or Illusion. She is the hallucination of the everyday.

They speak of Heaven, a place of pure spirit and energy.

And they speak of the inbetween - the third kingdom - the dream space, the imagination.

It is to this Third Kingdom that the aborigines and shamans travel to to access spiritual wisdom and bring it back to this denser space.

It is a place we access in our sleep, in deep meditation or contemplation.

But it is really difficult to find even a sweet 5 minutes for stillness during our living in the hallucination.

I was talking to my mother a few weeks ago. To prepare for a major, back surgery, the doctor told her she had to quit smoking... cold turkey... RIGHT NOW! This was a 20+ year habit, we are talking about. (If I am wrong - I'll get a phone call later ;-).)

It was rough for a few days. Not only because of the withdrawals from the nicotine or even the break from the habit. She experienced a grief around the loss of her friend - the cigarette.

I thought about this and got soooo jealous! I wish I had a friend/habit/addiction that REQUIRED I take 3 minutes every hour or so to STOP my life and savor a still moment!

Maybe we can create a collective habit, call it a Spirit Break, where we all take 5 minutes, every couple of hours, go to a designated place 20 feet away from any buildings, and savor a still moment... Access the Third Kingdom several times a day.

I would venture to say that our happiness/peace quotient will go up, our stress will go down, our productivity will increase, and we would make wiser choices during our hallucination of the everyday.

Can I get a second on that motion?

"Stripping off the garments of the flesh and dancing across the universe in my bare soul."

A self-portrait - LOL!

Namaste,

C H E Z