Second Dimension

Beauty transposes itself onto our screen. If ever there was a more vital time to collaborate with your deep interior forces, now is the time, and was it ever not so? What does it mean to have sacred dialogue? What does the second dimension entail? Let's revisit the form of the second dimension briefly. The second dimension is the plane of existence that activates motion from the one-pointedness of meditation. What does this mean? Well, on a very practical level, it means one must sit with oneself first. One must confront the quietude of their being while sitting in silence. What arises? What arises one may feel. The feeling is the healing. The progression of physical upheaval transgresses into a stillness. If one does not reach stillness within their silent retreat, they must revisit this one-pointed simplicity within oneself until the distractive upheaval is released. Then, then one may move into the forces of prayer, or in other terms, sacred dialogue. Sacred dialogue is a breath that is exhaled with heavenly winds when one is in congruence with their physical and emotional body. If one has not rested within the silence of their simple nature, prayer can be a very tempestuous series of pleads. This series of pleads is not necessarily sacred dialogue but a relentless longing for oneself which is a basic form of necessity when one needs healing. If you have ever sat in silence and felt the warmth of the absolute pour into you like a silken honey oozing into your every pore, you must know that you have reached a point of preparation. You are ready to make an announcement on behalf of our planet, our kingdoms, civilizations, friends, families, and foes the possibilities that you may taste on your imaginative tongue. You are called to conjure from deep within your most imaginative nature a promise to humanity that what you bring forth is your true devotion. If you are ready for sacred dialogue these forces that I speak of are not abstract ideas, but sensuous dynamics that are palpable and await your conscious direction. To utter any phrase when in a state of sacred dialogue is to breathe form into this dynamic plane of existence. Be aware, and beware, this is the dimension of creation. Detach from all exterior distractions and rest within the absolute silence of your soul. Here, fields of grace may be harvested to the golden rays of the setting sun. Take caution, for the setting sun seeks no one, one must seek the setting sun. When night falls, the all is eclipsed momentarily, unless the all eclipsed forget to open their eyes to the rising sun. The rising sun seeks no one. One must seek the rising sun.  Although sun's rays radiate upon everyone, the interior must ignite through recognition. 

What Shall I Be?

We conceive of ourselves, and then we are born.  One-pointedness may begin with the question:  What shall I be?  What is to be born in this moment?  The response activates mysterious universes never touched by the imagination before, whirling to life by the infusion of your breath, stirring nebulas, spinning galaxies, and animating possibilities.  One-pointedness draws your light to resolute attention in order to sustain the silent awe of witnessing the emergence of a soulful invocation.  If one has no capacity to focus and maintain, they will struggle with the very beginning stages of their own birth.  In other words, they will not have the power to conceive of themselves; rather, other people, other experiences and circumstances would have power over their own self-conception. Who would they be, then, but a wisp of hair flailing in the breeze or a faceless clone masquerading as an authentic person?

Our greatest gift is to embody our soul, to give form to our soul through a deep understanding that our resonance with our light must be consciously engaged by the conviction of quiet and penetrating inquiry.  True sacrifice is to proffer ego to the divine light within as a ritual of self-invocation.  Within this silent retreat, this moment of penetrating gaze, you sacrifice mental impulses, whims, meanderings, psychological entrapments, and amusements.  The distractions that are the activity of life are silenced by the stillness and luminescence of a soul that can only be touched by peeling away these layers so that there is nothing left, all is sacrificed but the nakedness of your soul.  This can be done daily, to sacrifice yourself at the altar-to be humbled by your own light and to hold that light within your consciousness as if you were holding a blazing torch lost in the deep of night searching your way back home. Sustain this activity of illumination and radiance for the torch’s fuel is ignited by your own awareness.  What shall you be?  Sacrifice yourself at the altar.

Dimension of One-pointedness

Dimension one is a very powerful dimension.  You devote your entire being in prostration-to the sacred fully, not compromised, relentlessly starved for this point of infatuation, this hunger strike that lights up your interior with divine penetration.  Our power to pierce the cosmic structures are achieved through a process of self-integration and alignment. We must have the hunger to assert our will, our desires, our intellect, our heart, to be in a state of yoga.  One must be hungry enough in order to bite the hook of divine's love, and focused enough in order to direct ourselves to the casted line.  Both ends are hungry on each side of the line.  The holy line has been cast, hungry for your attention.  May your own hunger instill a penetrating gaze that shines the light of awareness upon such a gloriously divine hook as that.

A fisherman is near. What hand that with this treasured sea can one cast their line with hope?  When does the hunger strike both sides of the line-that a feast may serve the man who strives-that a feast may appeal to the biting fish and the fisherman as one?

On whose side of the line does this fisherman feast as the skillet sizzles with fresh meat?  As with every feast there is a line cast by the hand of the divine.  And with her tender wishes, she whistles songs for you and a hook glimmering with fruition.  

Dimension one peels your ego away.  With authentic focus (on anything really) one can improve one's power over one's impulsive needs.  Impulsive needs are like starved piranhas, they swirl around you at the moment there is something to feed.  The more there is to feed, they multiply and devour your time, your space, your energy, your ability to create.  Dimension one is a profound dimension of true discipline.  If you have not practiced this devotion of concentration and focus, you are weak with your soul, dispersing your light every which way-misdirected, fumbling, needs-based, consuming leads to endless consumption and dissatisfaction.  Without the mastery of dimension one, a being is caught in the parade of impulses, lost at sea confused within the turbidity.  The life around you will seem unclear, "clear as mud," dark, chaotic.  

Indeed, the divine casts her line, hungry, starved for you.  Be grounded in one-pointedness and she will find you.

Back to Dimensions

This is an exploration in becoming "embodied," and how this funnels into dimensions. The more conscious you are of these stages, and the sincerity and devotion you have in participating in these dimensions, the more alive you become-the more invigorated and present you feel-the more you honor this life, this world, your friends, and acquaintances-the more you are love-struck with complete fascination the beauty of being alive.

The first dimension is meditation.  One dimension is an infinite point that punctures the cosmos into infinite depth and focus.  When you meditate, there is a practice of one-pointedness.  

The second dimension is like that of prayer.  Prayer may be a universal form of sacred dialogue that includes the previous dimension of meditation.  However, the second dimension takes that infinite one-pointedness and gives that point mobility.  The point begins to move itself in opposite directions creating a line of dialogue that stretches on for eternity. When embodying both one-pointedness and prayer together, you have the capacity to move through space your consciousness and to contact that which you are emitting towards with full sacred devotion.

The third dimension is like that of embodiment.  The third dimension takes the first dimension of meditation and one-pointedness and that of the second dimension of sacred dialogue and prayer and takes that line and moves the line stretching it into a plane of existence.  The third dimension is that of occupying space and "becoming" within a space.  The plane may move, creating a fully depth charged entity. You become truly, "embodied" and influential within the duality of the physical world.  

The fourth dimension includes the first, second, and third dimension while also moving that embodied being-that three-dimensional being through space, creating time, or "sacred action."  The fourth dimension is the occupation of point, line, planes, and space.  In other words, meditation, sacred dialogue, sacred being, sacred being in action will animate-a creative being will emerge.  Within civilizations, cultures begin to create artifacts, technologies of survival, will, art, and scientific tools of analysis, etc.  

The fifth dimension is the awakening of all the prior elements while also recognizing that sacred action  within time is chronological within the fourth dimension.  The fifth dimension is a realization of one-pointedness as all pointedness, as lines that direct all thoughts, words, and direction, as planes that define surface and structure of life itself, and of places in time- sequenced as stages of unfolding complexity.  The fifth dimension is that which perceives and embodies all of these prior dimensions and transcends them.  Meaning, the eyes that witness time in chronological order is not capable of being locked into the time in which it perceives.  Therefore, the fifth dimension is timeless structures.  The fifth dimension is the paradox.  The fifth dimension embodies these prior dimensions, yet is not contained within them.  The fifth dimension is everywhere and anywhere at anytime.  The fifth is all that comes before it in order to witness it.

The sixth dimension.....

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.