Kundalini 1

One never knows when the "kundalini" is awakened. Yes-my own work is cut out for me. Message sent, whether it is read depends on awakening. But we all have to start at one point-though the problem often is, that ; help is offered, but none is taken. Do not just say: "much to learn" saying it does nothing, so do it. One is so ready.

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

Someone once said:  I love your morning “missives”, my messages.  I appreciated that. When one writes it is good to know that at times, not always it may strike a chord within spirit, and actually have some deeper meaning. Stir up something at the bottom of our hearts or even deeper, our souls. Though I am no deep thinker, nor an extraordinary spiritual being.  I just write what flows from my mind unimpeded at times, without much forethought—like automatic writing.

A u-tube video that came to me, well truly only God knows how, yesterday, about consciousness by Dr. William Tiller—brought up so many thoughts about life and got me pondering on so many things—especially what is really important and what is not. Our little daily “all-ado-about-nothings” that we so worry about. Chasing happiness, love which is like a cat that chases its own tail—never being able to catch it, not realizing it is his own tail he is desperately after. Yet—all we need to do is look is to stop empty the mind, and for a moment look out there—at the sky or simply a leaf or a tiny spider—and realize the magnificence, the mystery and the awesome design of whom we are—the mystery that we actually are, that we are actually within—as Einstein so well realized.

It is like the enlightenment that Merton experienced on a summer day in the 50`s –on that street corner one summer day in Louisville Kentucky. It struck him as he saw all the people walk by—how special all of life is, how we are all connected and how we each one of us carries the light of God —and  he realized and experienced –the presence of divinity. He actually saw each individual soul shine, sparkle –as the stars in the sky.  Realizing this is the virtual moment when one awakes to existence. This is enlightenment in action.

Such a feeling is simply not just simply seeing things—it is seeing, feeling, hearing and smelling in a totally different light, coming from a far different place— experiencing all of creation  suddenly at once, in one holy moment and understanding it at a soul level. That is when the messages arise from spirit. Maybe that is a time when the Holy Spirit actually descends on us—when though we may have faith—as a religion, but when we start to have faith as a cosmic experience.

When we activate, the basal chakra-1^st- is when the "kundalini" awakes and  starts rising- then the 2^nd —sacral,  3rd--solar plexus, 4^th— heart, or the 6^th— brow/or third eye—or perhaps  7^th --crown chakra are activated. And we suddenly  become aware what all is about—that we are within this incomprehensible "divine design". So complex a thought, yet when realized—completely natural—like coming home. Probably what saints feel as they experience visions and ecstasies —this incomprehensible energy connects to "all that IS". Most of humanity is still activating the basal chakra, a few the sacral and even few the higher centers.  However—one has to realize—that the energy of the 1^st—the basal chakra, has to be activated  before anything can happen —"the kundalini", has to be awakened,  the actual serpent energy—as it moves up the centers like a snake,  for the process to begin. Some—have not even activated that. Without the "kundalini" rising—there is no enlightenment possible even in a smallest of ways. And –it is sleeping, coiled up, in so many, dormant and unresponsive.
 

Eternal

Such profound,  wise words from the Alchemist; food for much though. The interpretation is within each soul- so is its meaning and what it tells one heart.  Is life eternal? Or is it not?-time to think .

“We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”
―Paolo Coelho

Writings

As I revisit my writings, which is rather seldom; but tonight I did- and read  many entries. I wondered who was the person that wrote all this- it certainly could not have been me. From  what place did it all come from?  How did it come onto the pages of this blog?  Often some of it  is far too painful to read.  

 The words, the nostalgia gets to one`s heart and one realizes  how very fluid one`s feelings are. How our emotions change like the summer wind from one minute to the next leaving us often bare and vulnerable.  Many tears have been shed over some paragraphs here- as well as being filled with joy- but mostly great sadness fills my heart, as I see the passing of  life in general-including my own.

All events haunt us like ghosts in the night, sometimes most fiercely. Thoughts of grief, sorrow, pain, regrets, happiness, love, loss and death escape from the caverns of our mind- and find a place in carefully or haphazardly crafted paragraphs on these present pages. How mercurial our human nature is. How it ebbs and flows- from yin to yang and back again-ever within it the presence of the seed of the other-ever changing, how  very final all is.

Tick-tock

Time chugs along and we wonder where it all has gone- is there perhaps a secret hiding place for time?  Maybe under the couch keeping dust bunnies company or in a secret place in the walls. I wonder a lot as to where people that were once so important in one`s life have vanished.  Where has time taken them?  Where have they gone? Do they rekindle the memories? Do they think back and remind themselves that what they most importantly perceived once in time, a special moment that touched the soul is gone. Forever? A moment in time that was so fleeting, which is ever present in the eternal now. But where is that eternal now?

It is wonderful to live out the pages of a romance novel-we all yearn for that. To be loved by that one special person. Love letters filled with loving words, endearments and violent passion is treasured by the heart - swearing undivided  loyalty, to keep that love burning till the end of time. But where is end of time? Where is the 12^th of never? All  events-good or bad passes far too quickly with time –it just slips away from us no matter how we tend to chain it to us.  Only the shadow remain of every event, fragments of the precious moments-for time is the thief that comes creeping in the night.

We crave so very much to be loved, so we try all kinds of tricks- we try and capture the moments breathlessly in any way we can-still it  all escapes though time, This is the ugly, painful side that time has to  reveal-it passes everyone. We wake up  one morning to the glaring truth of realty- that all was a lie, the illusion of “forever love” burst like a soap bubble in front of our eyes-for  the ticking of time has stolen everything from us. Love, memories and eventually life its very self.

We are such complex beings - like icebergs we have a little floating on top, and all the important parts are below, that need so much time to be explored. It all surfaces at some later date after the passion has ceased to exist-that leaves with time, even its afterglow fades –and flies out the window with the passage of time.  And we stand there alone, naked, broken, bleeding- embraced by the loneliness and exposed to face life alone.

That is when we face the real, truth, the fact that time passes and with it all that is permanent, - for nothing  is permanent with time except change. The only truth is that we are forever are prisoners within the clutches of time.  Do not cry my darling- for death is the lot of man. Time is the silent herald of life and death.

Age of Aquarius

I have to admit that as time goes by all is ever changing-the quote ”older and wiser” was probably discovered on some cave wall written by  maybe Neanderthal man. The sad part about this observation is that life is so very short that by the time we actually learn something that is notable, one has to die. One can very seldom use the experience and the wisdom in this life, but a few get lucky, or perhaps the word is “enlightened”  before  the next go around. I am of the belief that all in life is a learning process and whatever we learn never gets wasted and is used not only for the “self “, but for the whole of existence. And I meant the whole- entire cosmic grand opera that we are all playing a part in and contributing to. That we are actual parts of and connected to all and everything- we are the actual fabric of the living, vibrating universe.

Today`s vernacular for the Age of Aquarius is  –“transcendence, enlightenment, ascension, higher consciousness, cosmic consciousness, self-realization, spirituality”. The line between science of quantum mechanics and spirituality is becoming more and more defined at a more panoramic observation, yet  more permeated with each other or blurred when examined all on a micro observation- a rather paradoxical truth indeed.  Everything is flowing in and out of each other-in an ever undulating motion- ever creating and bringing into existence the grand plan of the Creator.

The mystical and sacred are becoming  more  intertwined within evolvement and unfolding of the human spirit. The human soul, the seat of the "higher self" is becoming more dominant in each life-now is the time to decide; what are we choosing. Is it light or darkness- the choice is upon us.

The imbalance that we have with nature is becoming more crystallized as we try to be more detached from the physical materiality of existence-  try to raise our awareness to higher aspects to be more in harmony with nature around us. We are starting to realize that we are  macro- complex systems with micro-systems and our individual parts are an important  moving part of the living universe- that is ever in expansion.  

We are a fractal of the whole of creation- we are the creation, we are the created, we are the creators through the the vibration of light. We are children of light. We are cosmic beings. We are light in action.

Of dragons

Some people may ask me why do I have a fascinations regarding dragons. Even as a child I always had a tremendous compassion and love for these mythological creatures-I always wished that they somehow could have had been victor and somehow could have won the love of the fair maiden.  So, how did the name come to be the title of  my blog page as they tend to be portrayed as frightful, horrible creatures to be loathed. Most have tough leathery wings, huge scaly bodies, often with multiple heads and gnashing teeth- always breathing fire.

Such hideous  creatures cannot possibly have any redeemable qualities as seen from a human point of view.  How could they? They are to be hated, they are to be feared and their fate is to be killed or annihilate by the brave knight on a white horse. Yet, underneath those scales of  that fire breathing creature beats, not one, but two hearts with eons of experience- and possessing  the wisdom of the ages. 

Are not two hearts better than one? Is not a creature as such something special?  Or does he deserve to be killed simply for appearance`s sake?  Is he to be obliterated because we fail to understand him as he is outside our idea of the norm? In my mind it is all to the contrary-dragons are the heroes of  the tales, as their beauty, their goodness, their kindness, their compassion lies within, hidden from sight only to be seen with the eyes of the soul.
 

One needs to see beyond appearances. Beyond the legends. Beyond the scales. Beyond the illusion of ugliness for within him burns the eternal fire of passion, the wisdom and the intellect of many heads and of many ages. His scales reflect his valor and hardness of steel that is his power of character-always ready for battle in the name of righteousness: Yes righteousness- for he only knows truth and lives by honor. He is brave, courageous beyond measure-his strength extends from his soul that is ever the expression of the light of spirit. There is tremendous torrents of  love that  flows from the beating of those two hearts into the ocean of creation. And, above all he has the gift and grace of angels-for he can fly.

Repose

This is one of the most beautiful, heart touching quotes ever for me-from a great soul, a towering figure in the world, few of his statute has walked the planet, a true gift to humanity -his memory lives on in his beautiful writings forever.....  RIP dear heart


The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb-time. Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away. We rest in the night.
John O'Donohue
Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom.