Worlds Spin

As for now, worlds spin in chanced phrases.  An ancient language swims in imagery exploding from points in the body.  Every aspect, crown to toe, pulsates with speech, yet not a sound is heard.  How does a body come so alive? How is it that kinesthetic dreams awaken cells to sing such silent songs?  How does one bury the colloquial phrases to discover the authentic language?  Light's prism explodes through the senses from which life ignites, animating conversations.  Radiance funnels into dimensions- this is life, this is creation.  

Lips of Praise

My lips tingle, brushed by the sweet breath of prayer,
Invoking a mystery of electric fields sparkling on the horizon of imagination, and sacred lips breathe infallible praise of sacred incarnation.


My hands glance your gentle face leaving traces of love's yearning to seep into every pore of which scale cannot withhold, yet passes by and by.  I have met you before, dear stranger. These hands have felt life so familiar.  Is it me or is it you that initiated love's encounter?

The Forces of You

There are forces within us that are like clothes in the closet within us, collecting dust if unused.  These forces have layers of experience and discovery to them.  They mimic the layers of our self-discoveries.  Power furls from the flesh of the sweaty-meaning, power ignites by the firmament of prose and the ecclesiastical chants of the choir in robes.  Not of religion but of vigilance in understanding the connection between the people and their convictions. Steady yourself next to a stream and listen, water as liquid, water as sound, water is sacred, water yourself in the choir and the prose, chant with the birds, wear their feathers, sing boldly.  Breathe with the wind as the choir shifts to the trees, every leaf clapping in ecstasy. Understand nothing, experience the wealth of recognition, the light that was there is ignited in here.  Depend on no one, no experience, no wishes, to call unto yourself the absolute, unburdened by joy, by longing or needs, sense the faint whispers of heaven as you dance in that skimpy skirt you bought at Ross.  Ha ha ha~!!  Nothing is sacred, therefore ALL is sacred, unburdened by the sublime.

The Forces You Spew

There is no difference between the power of a "yes" or a "no" in the realm of spirit.  An angry and venomous person, bitter and wrathful is equally as powerful as a tranquil and loving being.  When we create, we must trace the sources of our inspiration back to our intentions and emotive forces.  We enforce an atmosphere duplicating our emotional experiences when we enter a room.  If we are profoundly moved and deeply penetrated by our own emotional or psychological experiences, and those around us are near in presence or of heart, they rather unwittingly become, you, yes, you.  If what I wrote is incomprehensible to you, visit a severely depressed person for an entire day.  Have no doubt that forces are acting from within and from without at all times.  Your power rests within your convictions and your intensity.  Your power to influence dances from one extreme to the other.  Your power to influence can be as damaging to people as they can be of good-you choose.  

Question Yourself

What Love Can Be

The stages of our maturation of love are wonderful to think about.  From the self-conscious love that seduces teenagers into provocative fantasies, to the explosive love of a mother nursing her infant, love is generous enough to allow itself to evolve through us.  Love will wear its many faces, surprising us when it turns around.

I would like to explore an even higher altitude of love that is not generated by the needs of self, nor by the nurturing of self and others, but through the experiential awareness of love as an entity exterior to us that penetrates us.  

When one has transcended fundamental stages of love, and are not eclipsed by these stages any longer, but has emerged from them as if after being submerged by the sea and breaking through to the surface to see new landscapes,  one begins to experience love as the breath of life.   Love is not an entitled sense of proprietorship of that which is loved, nor is it a personal experience or even interpersonal. There comes a point where love leaves the incubative stages of the heart.  The map has changed the location so to speak.  Like when learning to read, a new world unrolls before us like an extensive scroll.  Ideas and concepts greet us at our feet and ask if they can come in to play.  New cognitions of reality reshape our interior by integrating streams of information from the symbols and images produced by the exterior world.  Life expands in one great inhale.  So, too, the love that was once recognized as within self, begins to extend beyond ourselves, beyond our heart where we realize the source was not of our heart at all, but from some place greater than we could ever imagine because we are not the ones imagining it, It is imagining us.  We are the imagined.

You no longer have love, it has you.  You embody love that is not your own, but a personalized version of love's ever-presence.  Love visits you and is not generated by your heart any longer but by your soul.  When this occurs, you are the embodiment of love and not the generator of love.  Thus, your love is an eternal stream for all to sip from.  

How do you get to this place?  Fearlessly allow love to imagine you.  You'll be surprised by its creativity.  

The Mercurial Substance

Experience is substance.  Experience, filtered through our psychology and biology plants itself within our interior highways and comes alive, shifting our perceptual field.  We are swimming in a type of embryonic fluid, fertile, fecund, prolific-a type of elementary and highly volatile and mercurial substance everywhere.  One cannot see this substance and yet they are saturated within this mysterious and ubiquitous field. Without the environment within which we exist, our own light would not be capable of peering into this world, and this world would not be capable of peering into us.  Like liquid sunshine, we emit into the sanctity of life.  Conversely, the sanctity of life enters us and transmits itself into our light.  We are the verses of spiritual exchange written by a mysterious hand-we are the absorber and the absorbed-the receiver and the received, we are the hand that is writing, yet we are that which is conceived.  We are the ink, the text, and the page, the valiant imagination of words that convey meaning and depth. 

When being absorbed, you are blessed with holiness.  You are the receiver of a precious gift.  Your own light of consciousness, your soul, your spiritual being is at a pivotal apex of becoming.  You become that which supports you and sustains your very existence physically and spiritually.  You are dialoguing with a nature that comes to know you by penetrating you and entering into you, while also streaming your light into itself. This dynamic is like a simultaneous and ongoing interaction with a radiating sun and the integrative and absorptive forces of a supernova. What you may consider to be as your own consciousness is not the only consciousness that contains you, but a nature that must come to know you as it comes to know itself through you, and you come to know yourself through it-a process of illuminated dialogue and exchange.  This nature comes to know you as you come to know it by means of penetrating the veil of individuality, of your sense of autonomy, by means of piercing the limitations of self and exploding into the holistic field in which you are sustained.  We cannot exist without this interbeingness. Our independence is born from dependence.  We are sustained within the matrix of unity and the matrix of unity is sustained by us. 

There is a place that transcends space and time.  There is a place we internally sojourn.  We know we have found this place when we become the absorber.  When here, we can feel our flesh melt into the exterior world. Our skin has stretched itself around the earth like a carpet and senses all that is as all that we are.  We gently become that which we distinguished as separate from.  We enter the One and can literally feel our system opening and consuming. Our flesh is wrought with feelers, sensory data that extends beyond our form. We are complete unto ourselves yet completely ALL simultaneously.  We are the absorber, the absorbed, and the One. This is a very real state to be in.  This is not philosophical reverie, this is as valid and formidable as eating a taco or making love. 

When blanketed by universal feelers, we do not have the capacity to do harm to another.  There are no possibilities for violence and blame because we deeply understand the other without separation.  We also deeply feel the other as if they were ourselves.  Consequently, we become incredibly vulnerable and increasingly spiritually powerful.  When we feel others, this is not the same as being what some call "empaths"  this kind of entry is not an individualized characteristic of sensing people's emotions, but of a universal quality that all may develop and become.  This is a deepening of our soul, not of our emotional sensitivities to others and their needs.  This is soul work, a profound and transformative stage.  You become transfigured and chiseled by the divine hands of the beloved.  I need to make a correction, you don't "feel" the other any longer, you actually become the other.  There is a difference and the difference is profound.

This place is where we have conscious rather than unconscious contact with the mercurial substance.  Our awareness and senses become heightened and we become biospiritually attuned to the fluid we are saturated within.  We realize that we are capable of giving birth to many great things.  We are the generators of seeds launching off from our intentions, dreams, wishes, beliefs, routines, and swimming within this nutrient rich mercurial substance.  The seeds do sprout, they do and they will once having launched from our birth canal and finally entering dimensions of time and space, advancing the seeds into fruition through the orchestration of greater and greater complexities of substance and dimension.  The magic of alchemy furls itself into the dualistic plain of materialization.  

Experience the silence and stillness of your inner life and you will penetrate into another field altogether that transcends self.  Silence self to enter deeper and broader realities or "fields".  Eventually, you will become viscerally aware of the mercurial substance you are participating in.  You are forming life around you as it forms you.  Once awakened to this mutual relationship of interactivity, you begin to witness the manifestation of this relationship within the duality of the physical plain.  First, however, come to know this place within and what happens without will eventually show itself to you.

The Geometry of Rituals

We touch the fabric of life with our ingenuity again and again, creating fractals of experiential design. What is a fractal, but a repeated pattern? From a hawk eye's view, the fractal forms the most exquisite designs. I would go as far as to say that fractals are rituals of a system of being. They are rituals of design and innovation channeling themselves into form with intensity and a frequency that create a unique holistic form that can be recreated by performing the same exact ritual.

For the following exploration, let's be reductionistic and abstract for a moment and assume the presupposition that we each have our own unique possibilities of design-our own intricate pattern of creation.

I am willing to repeat myself, like some kind of forgetful rogue, that our actions are absorbed by matter. Dare I repeat myself again? In theory, and theory is observed, experiential, critical and reflective inquiry, our actions are absorbed by matter and matter records. We touch the fabric of life and we transform through the ritual of devotion. What are you devoted to? What have you persuaded yourself of? What moves you to action? How and through what channels within your psychological field are you filtering the activity of the world around you? What is your ritual of devotion?

I ask these questions because every answer you might give is an indication of the geometry of your life. Although life swells with innumerable surprises and mishaps, it is our responses that shape our soul. Whether you have no devotion and are chaotic and create asymmetrical masterpieces, or you have married particular illusions about your life or other's lives, or you have been set ablaze with the inspiration to do something that has fascinated you your entire life, you are performing sacred rituals of transformation. From the birthplace of your constant and unrelenting devotion, movement and inspired action develops into ritual-a pattern emerges from your transpirations like a wake of creative impulses, transforming the field of your lifeworld. If persistent, the wake builds to the height of waves reaching the shores of matter, contacting matter with conviction. The wave's frequency convinces the shorelines of matter to transform.

Again, what are you devoted to? What have you buried into the depths of your heart? What is the rhythmic force of your heart pounding? Is your heart pounding a song like a drummer, hammering the architecture of your imagination, or holding the sorrow of a friend in tender love and healing? What is your sacred ritual-what are the forces you have set in motion and are you excited to witness the pattern that emerges?

Being Receptive

To receive a subtle or delicate emission of information is to become entirely supplicant, devoted, and also requires plunging into the deep interiors of quiescence with absolute intention and clarity. What I mean by information, is any aspect of life that contains the indissoluble traces of activity that vibrate with intensity throughout. Activity is the inevitable result of the engagement with desire whether conscious or unconscious. Activity is captured within the structures of life whether intentional or not. The activity of life can be read and understood by any still and focused mind. This is not esoteric rhetoric, but very grounded facts of life for anybody that can be practiced, mastered, and tested over and over again. The injunction of experiential awareness and practice is the only proof necessary.

Anyone who so desires, may engage their being with the multifaceted dynamics of life. One may merge their consciousness into that of an object or a willing recipient. This kind of engagement taunts time and space which are models of understanding that work for day to day living. Time and space are models of understanding. They are a truth, but not THE truth. Everything is inconsequential. Everything is consequential. What I mean is that one must confront, interact, and learn from the consequences of dimensions, like time and space, in order to transcend them. Time and space are our teachers, but they are not the only lesson that we continue to learn from. If you notice the root word "sequence" in the word consequence, there is a pattern of revelation that unfolds in sequence, but must unfold within the arche of the experience. The Arche is the original or the first impression. Time and space are initial impressions, but not the only matrices of experience we are engaged within.

Look into your soul with a deep and penetrating devotion, and there you will find the world emerging from within timeless expansiveness, the precondition to touching eternity. There, you will discover the soul story to matter, any point of reference you authentically desire to come to know awaits for your revelations and understanding. The world is enigmatic-we do not know her. She is so vast and enigmatic. We have come to know her through the limited conditions of time and space, while she also laughs with such amusement at the childlike systems of understanding we have convinced ourselves is the only source of knowledge.

Direct yourself within, and there you will discover a sage whose stories whisper intimate truths of understanding and love. This love is far greater than anything you could ever understand. It's a love that moves through your entire being like dancing fireworks exploding within every cell of your body. And, you will know that you have discovered her because you will feel more alive and present than you ever could have imagined. When you open your eyes to the new world, she will be before you, she will pursue you like a long lost lover, and she will guide you into a new life that was once unimaginable.

The Breath and the Life

I am going to indulge myself in some pondering for a moment concerning a statement I made within my previous post. I wrote that our actions are absorbed by matter. Most of us are aware of all of this. However, this is a kind of reverie I am going to be indulging in if you'd like to take a gander.

First of all, I ask, what is an action? What am I thinking when I write "action?" The answer is that I will be writing of action as the force within us that we activate from within that compels us to speech, movement, gestures, etc. I am thinking of that which comes before the positivistic aspects of action, that which we initiate that eventually leads to what we can observe as action. I am talking about the force we "breathe" into our every cell, our nervous system, even external objects that animates the objects. We are constantly interacting with our environment on extremely intimate levels and subtle levels. We are creating in every breath, in every nuance of emotion, desire, intention, state of consciousness, and will. Our vehicles of action can be anything from a sound, a word, a thought, our posture, the way we slice bread, hammer a nail, the way we hold our jaw, and even the glance we give a stranger.

We are emitting ourselves into the pulse of life like the sun's rays do when they are absorbed by a marigold or a redwood tree. The marigold and the tree inevitably capture an aspect of the sun within their cellular system and perform a kind of energy transformation. There is an intimate dialogue between life on earth and the sun, a kind of transformational process as an interaction that is exquisitely orchestrated. So, too, a human being is dialoguing with objects at a similar kind of level. We are pulsating a silent language that ripples out into the field of life and subtly contacts matter and transforms matter, influences the identity of that matter no matter how minute that influence may be, no matter how miniscule this interaction is, it is happening and matter takes record like a fossil takes impressions. There are constant impressions made within this fluid dynamic of human to matter inter-activity.

Why am I rambling about all of this apparent philosophical reverie you may ask? Well, I guess I am attempting to unfold the mysteries of my own experiences. I feel that I continue to sink deeper into life. The more I sink into it, it's like everything comes more and more to life. For instance, it's like approaching a Monet painting. From afar, you may see impressions of form, brilliant strokes of color, and hints of tonal variation and shade. As with every step closer the mystery unfolds into bewildering revelations. Every step closer, another exquisite detail is revealed within the depth and complexity of such rich genius.

My next post will be detailing this curious way in which matter contains stories, history, impressions of the past like our cells do. Our cells contain stories of trauma for instance that doctors can discover through the behavior of cells. Cells are an organized structure of molecules within a system that have their own identity, that are also a part of a larger identity. When a cell has been damaged, it communicates its trauma to the entire system it is a part. Doctors can see that trauma, those cells are the storytellers of trauma. My guess is that matter, on some level, is alive and records data within the environment much like our cells do. My next post will be exploring how and perhaps why we receive information from objects/people simply by holding them or being near them and how these processes have been happening consciously and unconsciously.

A Blog to the Story of the Life Behind Things

A Blog to the Story of the Life Behind Things

I have finally realized why I titled my blog, "The Life Behind Things." I am going to focus on blogging about that title. I don't know where this will take us, but I am going to begin with an experience that happened to me very recently and we'll go from there.

I was holding these art supplies that belonged to an adult education program for seniors that was recently cut due to the budget crisis. My flesh has been burning and electric lately, so when I hold items, I absorb the energy of the item really easily. I was holding these sacred art supplies that other people were calling “junk,” but as I touched them, I realized that whoever ran the program really cared about their work and packed away their supplies with meticulousness and a gentility that others would not take time to do. I was washed over with a wave of great sadness holding these items. It was so intense, that I couldn’t hold them for very long, tears were streaming down my face. I had to back out of the cabinet and take a break, feeling like such a vulnerable fool. I was so confused at the time by my emotions that I asked the director about the program. She noticed the sadness on my face and said, “Every time the teacher would take role, there’d be another person to cross off the list because they had died.”

When I touch things, I feel an emotional vibration sometimes and get images, but more like vibrations that have a language to them, a kind of dialogue with my energy system that is quite tangible. I’m also starting to understand myself better in relation to this kind of interaction. I am beginning to piece together who I am in relation to this world a lot more objectively. I think my sensitivities have always been there, but I wasn’t aware of the difference between myself, and others. The more I age and grounded I become, I correspondingly become more awakened to a world around me that is interacting with me inter-dimensionally. I have to start paying attention to this and become devoted to my awareness of this process because I’ve been numbing myself from having to deal with it for years now. Rather than becoming more and more numb, it’s time for me to strengthen myself and fortify my interior to handle these intensities.

I don’t know why I have to deal with this stuff, but I do. I always need to know “why.” I’ve realized that perhaps it is the simple answer of becoming more kind and aware of the world we are in and to treat it as sacred because every interaction I’m having is sacred. Things, objects carry stories, experiences, events within them for certain. Our actions are, indeed, absorbed by matter. I’ll blog more about that next time.

Andrew Harvey and Sacred Activism

Soul or Spirit?

A few years ago a friend of mine announced that she was pregnant.  I, for some reason, knew a few months before that she was going to be pregnant and asked her. Her response was, "No, no way."

When I heard the news, I was not surprised.  I was surprised however, when I looked at her and saw this amazing geometric light over her head hovering about 6 inches.  The geometry was like a form I had never seen before, like shapes within shapes consisting of a light containing colors that you might see reflected on the surface of a bubble that you blow.  The form was pulling within itself other fragments of geometric forms within its surroundings and then exiting other forms, like fire works in reverse and then alter-verse, but with an incredible depth and and a sense of completeness.  

This temporary form that I saw was actually a formless, ever-changing geometry.  It was this multi-dimensional thing that seemed to be pulling consciousness into itself.  The form was like an energy that was pure self-awareness and expression.  It communicated to me without words, with pure beingness and an aliveness that left me totally speechless and stunned.  

I blurted out, "Whoa!" and then left it at that.  I didn't say anything because I was already considered an odd one.  I know that I was being self conscious, but now I want to share because it was truly a miraculous moment that has not left me.  It's not often that I see things like this. I do not claim to know what it was, but it was very real.  I'm wondering if it was the spirit of the child, preparing to enter her mother through the crown chakra?  

If what I had seen was the child's spirit on some visual level, then what I had seen was something that is a piece of consciousness, a saturated aspect, an acute concentration of divinity.  What was communicated within that fraction of a second was not with words but wisdom.  There was a wisdom to this entity that exhibited a union of formlessness to form, pulling within itself aspects of its environment that contributed to its ability to be. A few years later and I am still pondering this extraordinary experience.