2018

Posted on August 31, 2018 by Jo Beall

blessing the space between us

as we journey into great mystery,

the pilgrimage to our one heart

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in this moment, this awesome moment, may we shower ourselves and each other with lovingkindness re-membering we optimize wholeness for all with the smallest of gestures… a SMILE, hugs, thumbs up, deeply listening, taking healing breaks throughout the day, flowers, a cuppa, coming home to the moment with every breath, seeing through the eyes of awe… like this open hand, being open vessels for life to flow through… every inbreath, inhaling grace, every outbreath, surrendering efforting and striving and pushing against the river… always trusting what is ours to do/be comes to us naturally; we need only listen to our one heart’s song whispering the way of the path with heart…

what an awesome august it has been, indeed, what a blessed space we have inhabited walking each other home in a sacred way through the fires of purification of the lionsgate portal to and through the portal of harmonic convergence when a wave of union, of communion, swept energetically across the planet re-minding, re-heartening all our relatives to our true, shared reality of one source, one body, one heart, one mind, one spirit…

such a potent moment for living the grail quest-ion, what really matters? what breaks your heart? what breaks your heart wide open waking you up each moment to serve?

listen deeply hearing the hum of our one heart re-joy-sing as we walk this path together coming home to our one heart, summoning the courage each moment to simply take one more step into great mystery’s sea of love energy …

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 257 – 8/30/2018

Posted on August 30, 2018 by Jo Beall

as awesome august draws to a close, i awaken on this new day with two words playing through me… maitri and karuna… lovingkindness and compassion… how much we need these nutrients, sun and moon mountain and sea, wisdom and strength… how much we all require these most essential nutrients as we meet each moment fully, as we meet each moment as friend, as sacred moment to attune to the core, the ground of all being… peace…

the more turbulence in the world, the more we are called to be lovingkindness for ourselves and all others… this moment’s turbulence and ruptures also whisper of letting go, of traveling lightly between the worlds of here and now and the great beyond… deeper and deeper into mystery, the silence beyond all words…

may we take this moment and every moment to open our eyes and realeyes the awesomeness of the cosmos as we wander in wonder dancing gracefully in rhythm with the great cosmic hum…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 256 – 8/29/2018

Posted on August 29, 2018 by Jo Beall

i’d love for you to join me now in the field of compassion, the bodhisattva field, the field of liberation and love, the field of infinite openness… and, in this sacred space, let us join in the most essential practice for cultivating compassion, the practice of tonglen, of giving and taking…

truth is we all have an endless supply of compassion available to flow into us through the umbilical cord of our one heart…

so, let’s tune in now with the prayer said by the living embodiment of compassion, the Dalai Lama…

May I Be a Guard
May I be a guard for those who need protection
A guide for those on the path
A boat, a raft, a bridge for those who wish to cross the flood
May I be a lamp in the darkness
A resting place for the weary
A healing medicine for all who are sick
A vase of plenty, a tree of miracles
And for the boundless multitudes of living beings
May I bring sustenance and awakening
Enduring like the earth and the sky
Until all beings are free from sorrow
And all are awakened.

let us now continue with this trandformative practice of opening compassion, tonglen…

we begin with ourselves by coming into our essence… unconditional love and imagining all limiting forces condensing into a black ball of smoke and coming out of our stomach to be received into the sacred heart of compassion… now witness the black ball dissolving and smile feeling yourself as love, joy, wisdom and liberation…

now, let’s move onto someone we love who’s suffering and witness all their pain coming out of their stomach and coming into the divine heart of boundless compassion… smile at seeing them transfigured…

now, we move onto someone who’s betrayed us terribly seeing all the forces that created their pain condensing into a black ball of smoke that dissolves as it enters the divine heart of compassion…

finally, we see a group of dangerous people and the pain that caused their views condensing into a black ball of smoke and dissolving as it enters the sacred heart of compassion… smile as you witness this group’s transformation…

now, take a deep breath from the sacred heart of compassion savoring this beingness of bliss…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 255 – 8/28/2018

Posted on August 28, 2018 by Jo Beall

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor’s lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

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i hold this same dream of all our relatives being free… on this fifty-fifth anniversary of this call to liberation (thank you, Mahalia Jackson for shouting to him to tell them about the dream), may we rise to the challenge implementing the vow of freedom for all…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 254 – 8/27/2018

Posted on August 27, 2018 by Jo Beall

Each day holds a surprise. But only if we expect it can we see, hear, or feel it when it comes to us. Let’s not be afraid to receive each day’s surprise, whether it comes to us as sorrow or as joy It will open a new place in our hearts, a place where we can welcome new friends and celebrate more fully our shared humanity.

~ Henri Nouwen ~

what a day of witnessing in awe the mastery of grandmother spider weaving the web of life with exquisite precision… for so many turns around the sun, i’ve been seeding a network of grace, an aboveground railroad of peace rooms all over the planet conducting us into peace with the destination being the journey, the peace pilgrimage we are all walking as pilgrims, poets on a journey…

today, in a surprising moment of deep conversation, suddenly, all the seeds that had been germinating for seventeen years blossomed at once and i looked out over the most beautiful field of sunflowers, a vibrant network of peacemakers smiling beatifically opening the one heart to be filled to overflowing with love real-eye-sing we are one tapestry each thread linked to every other, each thread belonging to each other, each thread an instrument of peace integral for the symphony to be complete…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 253 – 8/26/2018

Posted on August 26, 2018 by Jo Beall

for this week’s edition of the astonishing light of being, we also get to celebrate an important day in herstory/history as today’s the day in 1920 of the certification of the ratification of the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution granting American women the right to vote—a right known as woman suffrage…

it’s a perfect day to celebrate all women of peace, all people of peace making herstory/ourstory with being peace in every moment…

yes, today is a lovely moment to honor and celebrate the inspiration, the mother of this journey, someone being this peace pilgrimage every moment…

peace pilgrim, in her late forties, committed to walking the planet being peace and in so doing, she planted and spread peace across the world demonstrating that a life lived trusting in a world of lovingkindness reaps an abundant harvest… never once did she lack for a ride or a meal or a place to sleep finding abundant generosity always surrounding her every step, her every breath…

thank you for joining in the peace pilgrimage and making her story, our story, history…

thank you for the astonishing light of your being, a beacon shining so brightly and helping to guide all of us home…

may we place our hands on our heart sending love to our suffering relations…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 252 – 8/25/2018

Posted on August 25, 2018 by Jo Beall

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.
~Harriet Tubman ~

in seven short hours, the mesmerizing, mystical, enchanting full moon in pisces is fully illuminated (that’s 4:56 AM PDT on 8-26-18) opening a new chapter bringing in calm, serene energies as well as soul growth, shifts and awakenings under the light of this most spiritual of moons… ruling the oceans and emotional bodies, highly intuitive pisces brings up anything hidden in the unitive energy field and propels us into the invisible realms of prophetic dreams and imagination…

may we deeply dive and wildly fly into the stillpoint of inner wisdom, the magical realm of the vesica pisces where the golden fish of spirit and soul merge into each other and we have access to cosm, the implicate order, self organizing intelligence, source energy to dream great dreams and manifest them here and now…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 251 – 8/24/2018

Posted on August 24, 2018 by Jo Beall

dear co-hearts of our one heart,

still in the glow of heart of lion star dancing joyously with virgo sun, i share this heartfelt message fra angelico sent to his co-hearts 500 years ago which expresses what i say today and everyday and hear all our relatives singing the same tune…

“I salute you. I am your friend, and my love for you goes deep.

There is nothing I can give you which you have not already, but there is much, very much, which though I cannot give it, you can take.

No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in today.

Take heaven.

No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this precious little instant.

Take peace.

The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach is joy. There is radiance and courage in the darkness could we but see; and to see, we have only to look.

Life is so generous a giver, but we, judging its gifts by their coverings, cast them away as ugly or heavy or hard. Remove the covering, and you will find beneath it a living splendor, woven of love, and wisdom, and power. Welcome it, greet it, and you touch the angel’s hand that brings it.

Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, a duty, believe me, that angel’s hand is there, the gift is there, and the wonder of an overshadowing Presence.

Our joys, too, be not content with them as joys. They, too, conceal diviner gifts.

Life is so full of meaning and purpose, so full of beauty beneath its covering, that you will find earth but cloaks your heaven.

Courage, then, to claim it, that is all! But courage you have, and the knowledge that we are pilgrims wending through unknown country our way home.”

~

Take Heaven! Take Peace! Take Joy! Take Love! Take Wisdom! Take Courage!

We Are The Eternal Radiance

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 250 – 8/23/2018

Posted on August 23, 2018 by Jo Beall

each beautiful thing, each new day awakens in our soul the memory of whom we are, luminous beings, the shining ones… i am re-membering some words on joy from Pema Chodron who shares a Navajo teaching to their children…

…every morning when the sun comes up, it’s a brand-new sun. It’s born each morning, it lives for the duration of one day, and in the evening it passes on, never to return again. As soon as the children are old enough to understand, the adults take them out at dawn and they say, “The sun has only one day. You must live this day in a good way, so that the sun won’t have wasted precious time.” Acknowledging the preciousness of each day is a good way to live, a good way to reconnect with our basic joy.

yes, and, deepening the acknowledgement with appreciation geometrically raises the frequency of our awakening to the song of our soul, the psalm of re-joy-sing…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 249 – 8/22/2018

Posted on August 22, 2018 by Jo Beall

Welcome Home!

relatives, we are lovingly invited

to spend this moment, this beautiful moment

at home with Beloved…

simply being presence

of quintessence…

come as you are, your radiant Self,

for this moment of

wonder, awe, bliss, compassion, flow, grace, joy, kindness

to drink in the gamma rays flooding the cosmos with a divine transfusion of transfiguring love…

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in the wake of the great reset following the total eclipse of the sun,

a dream arises of being in a field where the Beloved Communion dwells and hearing that our mission is to sing…

are you hearing beloved singing you? listen a little deeper for the cosmic hum as you suspend noise and distraction in this moment, this beautiful moment… are you hearing the whispers of the ancestors flowing through our oceanic body? ah yes, let’s pause here in the stillpoint and align with the rhythm of our one heart…

may earth’s song reach into our deepest and wildest sacred spaces… may we hear the melodic voices of all our relations… may our inhalations inspire re-joy-sing and our exhalations re-sound and re-verberate harmony throughout the watery womb of our one heart…

may we sing wherever we are, a song of compassion blessing pachamama, the spirit of land, the spirit of life, the one spirit encircling us all…

Abundance Created Together (ACT)

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess. – Rainer Maria Rilke –

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