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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage -Year 11 – Day 26 – 1/11/2024

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today’s pilgrimage has a magical mystery tour quality with it being 111, the angelic frequency, a perfect backdrop for drawing down the the powerful energies of the first new moon of the new year and a perfect moment to be still and listen in a deeper way to our one cosmic heart’s whisperings for us all to invoke our shared quantum field of infinite possibilities for setting our intentions for moonifesting a cosmos of harmony where our heart beats as one resonant, unitive field…

in this moment, this beautiful moment of eternity, let’s breathe in peace deeply drawing down the rhythms of the dark moon and cultivate the mountain sea goat’s ability for receptive waiting by going into “thinking like a mountain” eternity consciousness… breathing in and breathing out, float down to the river below the river and see the polished stone whose jagged edges have been smoothed out by currents and whirlpools and floods and snow and glacier melts over the aeons and watch as this stone now rises revealing its true self as the sea goat of the ocean deeps and a mountain peak of quiet endurance and majestic calm, unmovable and unperturbable…

like the ocean deep and mountain peak, we are in our core, constant and true and able to follow Capricorn’s lead to climb every mountain and to dive deeply into the ocean of being, to fulfill our shared dharma, our right way of living – to co-create a cosmos of harmony, heaven on earth consciousness… now is the moment to plant the energy intentions, to seed our shared field with the resonance of co-creation, co-llaboration and beloved communion… breathing in and breathing out our shared dream intention for a cosmos of true refuge for all our relations…

and so it is on this special day that has been so sacred forever… for example, ten years ago on this very day, i was driving home in baby blue under black skies pouring down rain when what do i see but not one but two and now three and finally four rainbows in the sky with the message that just like the sun is always shining, the sky is always rainbow colored but many of us cannot see it yet… and four years ago on this day was the gamechanger, the Saturn-Pluto conjunction when the soular plexus chakra of the planet located at Uluru would be fully activated and the ritual interrupted back in the Dreamtime would be completed eleven months from four years ago today and nine months from this day four years ago, a dancing star, an eagle child would be born so i’ll close with some prescience written four years ago on this day…

A star is being birthed … a new consciousness is now ripe to leave the birth canal and come into embodiment collectively and individually blessed with the sacred conjunction of the planetary bodies at this threshold time when a window into eternity is opening up and the umbilical cord to eden is restored and re-attached and that which was turned upside down is turned downside up in alignment with the naturel flow and breath of creation with rainbow serpent becoming rainbow bridge moonifesting heaven-earth consciousness…

how’s that for a little moonifesting?

yes! i’ll have an overflowing cup of that… while feeling wise hope rising that genocide will end as well as endless war and that Guantanamo will be closed and the last of its inhabitants returned to their homes on this day when the first detainees were placed there 22 years ago… yes! this is the moment for a quantum leap after drinking from the chalice of being the fullest expression of our true selves…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage -Year 11 – Day 25 – 1/10/2024

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“The world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home.” ~ Wendell Berry ~

the journey of one inch today takes me to the open field out beyond under a sky of clouds and into Stillness, a place, a sacred space where i love to sojourn… in this moment of eternity, the sun emerges creating a rainbow promising the alchemical gold and a moment of celebrating the astonishing light of interbeeing under the waning full moon of the mother known as the moon of first light, do you see feel taste hear touch the radiance?  breathe deeply through our one heart and you are there for ever in the murmuration fluid field of  the stillpoint where great mystery sings us, moves us, breathes us, glides us, visions us through the tides of life…

are you hearing the sacred voice calling our name? re-minding/re-heartening us of our divine mission, our soul purpose… whispering for us to awaken to our genius, the unique seed in the center of our being… the call to be who we are – rainbow beings of love, compassion, wisdom, peace and joy…

every day is one of dreaming, every day is one of awakening… in this special first moon of the new turn around the sun, we are perfumed in the essence of dreamtime carried by the energy of great mother through the dark tunnel into the sacred space of the dream lodge, the cave of the heart, the place beyond words, the primordial womb of  great silence, of pure consciousness, true emptiness before the world begins… here we rest in the gap with silence breathing us in and out… as we hibernate in this deep cave of imagination, a new world is forming in this watery womb, this ocean of being…

let’s take this moment to conspire, to breathe together, to breathe in deeply descending into our one heart re-membering who we are as the one body, the cosmic tree of life, the seamlessly interwoven web of life, the sacred hoop of harmony vibrating in the frequency of great mystery…

breathing in and breathing out, we return to our great mother in still silence to receive essential nourishment as she breathes us into life through the placenta of the void, the organ of great mystery…

may we all be gentle with ourselves and each other as we journey along the path of  blessed darkness and deepen into a spaciousness of silence, a consciousness of generosity and of the wisdom of the heart giving us the strength to awaken the dreamer within and be the ones we have been waiting for with the vision of our ancestors coming alive in the here and the now… all our relations one unbroken circle of radiant love illuminating the dark sky, revealing wonder…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage -Year 11 – Day 24 – 1/9/2024

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dan-sing between worlds,

floating through mists, quieting

into the stillness…

entering dreamtime

through the lifted veil of fog,

being the unseen…

flowing into source

down to the river below

 water falling home…

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in the wake of suffering, we are given the opportunity to make a quantum leap into that often mentioned field that’s out beyond default positions, the field of grace, sacred space of flowing harmony, living quintessentially where we really see, we real-eyes…

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we have no dominion over wild darkness/light

ours is simply to be still, hollow reeds for flow’s swirling currents

witnessing as bittersweet freedom opens into true liberation of emptiness

ever expanding spaciousness sans rules and dogma, fixed ideas and beliefs

there is only the sea of love energy breathing in the rhythm of waves, cosmic mirror for all

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down here in the depths of true emptiness, true reality,  the the central questions to us all lives me in this sacred moment of eternity and calls me into contemplative conversation concerning what really matters… i always come home to love and the one heart we share… love always finds the way, love is the way…

may we all dwell, be well, in the stillness of the vast skysea always being love dancing rainbow mystery…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage -Year 11 – Day 23 – 1/8/2024

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“I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole earth will become One Circle again.”

~ Crazy Horse ~

honoring Crazy Horse in this astonishing light of interbeing moment of eternity on the anniversary of his last battle in 1877 with his last vision shared with Sitting Bull during ceremony with Sacred Pipe, just before his assassination… several years ago, i stood right on the land where he was killed and participated with native medicine elders in a healing riteuwell of deepest profundity…

synchronisticly, i sit in cosmic dreamweaving circle today with another coheart of medicine elders under the radiation of the moon of wild enlivening to venture deeply into the dream cave of the earth to meet the great mother and receive her gifts empowering our being able to serve spirit personally and collectively as we dance ’round this new turn of the sun amplified by the reality that it is, as well, the great turning of the ages… and here we interbee in this breakthrough moment to catch the tradewinds… are you feeling that even with all the turbulence, hope is alive? we can do this, we can meet the challenges of this moment optimally by coming from a consciousness of an abundance of love and gratitude…

yes! this is the year for us to dive deep and take flight

being dreamweavers of translucent, rainbow light

hearts soaring as one to unimaginable depths and height

yes! this is the year for us to dive deep and take flight…

on this eighth day of journeying january, the moon of dreaming, in this eight universal year of spiritual enlivening, what is coming alive in you, what beautyfull blissing isdiving deep andd taking flight?

may we all dream and awaken to our medicine, our power, of weaving our light interbeeingness into a seamless tapestry of lucid luminosity alive with love, liberation, compassion, joy, wisdom, wonder and the deep wildpeace of the running wave…

“When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
~ Wendell Berry ~

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage -Year 11 – Day 22 – 1/7/2024

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like Thay and thousands of others, i walk in peace feeling the spaciousness of the pathless path of heart… what a delight it is to gather with other sojourners on the buen camino to share in a collective dreaming process where we contemplate intentions for this moment, this moon cycle, this turn of the wheel and listen for pachamama’s song arising from the womb of the earth, both inner and outer…

ah, yes, this moment, this beautiful moment is just right for dreaming, for moonifesting a world of peace built on justice and guided by love while our creative process seeds the field… so, join me in attuning to this frequency… soften your eyes, deepen your breath, smile inwardly saying thank you, thank you, thank you for… all things bright and beautiful, rainbows, hope, sun and moon, stars and seas, friends and family, all our relations, love, peace, harmony, justice… re-membering our true nature…

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“The creative state of mind … is, first of all, one whose interest in what is being done is wholehearted and total, like that of a young child. With this spirit, it is always open to learning what is new, to perceiving new differences and new similarities, leading to new orders and structures…

…to awaken the creative state of mind is not at all easy. …it is one of the most difficult things that could possibly be attempted. Nevertheless… I feel that it is for each of us individually and for society as a whole the most important thing to be done in the circumstances in which humanity now finds itself.”

~ David Bohm ~

may we all awaken to our child heart, our seedbed of creativity, in each moment listening, listening, listening for the cosmic heart song… may the song reach us in our wildest and deepest places inspiring our howling with the wolves and the whales – all is well, all is well and all shall be well…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage -Year 11 – Day 21 – 1/6/2024

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our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transmuting shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Illumination comes to a close after last night’s saunter across the desert guided by a constellation and our 12th night’s sun of the watery sign of Pisces…

last night, on the twelfth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Pisces) gave to me, a dream of… a pair of fish named Venus and Cupid swimming in the deep blue see of divine love energy demonstrating how to be fluid ecstasy in radical simplicity…

living simply, living freely, living in the moment, imbibing the living waters of the ever present moment, every wonder filled moment changing constantly, every moment sacred breathing into beauty, even with, especially with, the whole world seemingly going up in flames, re-member, that which does not burn, where death has no entry, here is the present moment in the center of the earth, the stillpoint of love, joy, peace and harmony…

trusting this day of epiphany dances you more deeply into reality where you listen to our one cosmic heart singing melodically entraining us all to clearly see each moment as guru, every moment to simply interbee…

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i am/we are poetic PEACE pilgrim/s pioneering the updated 19th Century Oregon Trail into the 21st Century Rainbow Trail manifesting our destiny of awakening our one illuminated heart...

~i am/we are rainmaker/s re-treating into sacred space, the blessed land belonging to us, beloved community...

we are beings of the beautyway

dancing as stars in the sky above

painting with sand in the earth below

we are people flowing in harmony with the river below the river

always being love, always becoming love…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage -Year 11 – Day 20 – 1/5/2024

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i always love this annual time of sojourning in the desert/ocean/sky of the heart and resting in the field way out beyond and way in traveling along the pathless path leading to who knows where… planting so many seeds of peace today along with seeds of harmony which brings rain to wherever it is needed and seeds of compassion and love and simplicity and generosity and wisdom and joy and beauty…

as our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadow seeds into blooming gifts and witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Illumination continues sauntering across the desert guided by a constellation and winds down on this 12th day of Christmas with our 11th night’s sun of the airy Aquarius mystery school interbeeing the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the water bearer, or perhaps more aptly, the electric bearer…

on last night’s eleventh night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Aquarius) gave to me, a reality and dream of… my packing lightly for traveling with other pilgrims on this flowing odyssey along the rainbow trail meandering with the river of life/light which reminds me of an old story about the water bearer, gifter of last night’s dream, one of my favorite stories:

THE CRACKED WATER POT

A water bearer in India had two large pots, which hung on each end of a pole that he carried across his neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and one half pots of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor, cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.

“I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”

“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”

“I have been able, for these past 2 years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wildflowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”

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may we all embrace our shadows, our unconsciousness with warmth melting the ice into sparkling water of life being who we are and being there for each other… and, tonight, on this twelfth and final night of our light journey across the desert in search of the divine child, the inner inextinguishable light, the christed, anointed consciousness, may we awaken to our ever present inner eternal flame of divine light…

what seeds are you planting for this turn of the wheel?

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage -Year 11 – Day 19 – 1/4/2024

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“PEOPLE ARE BEGINNING TO FIND OUT GOING TO THE MOUNTAINS IS GOING HOME; THAT WILDERNESS IS A NECESSITY.”

  ~ John Muir ~

in the new herizon field, we are deepening in the practice of journeying to the sacred apu (mountain being of light) within, of coming home to our one cosmic heart…

our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadow seeds into blooming gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues as we saunter, walk on holy ground or coddiwomple, travel in a purposeful manner toward an as yet unknown destination across the desert guided by a constellation and our 10th night’s sun of the earthy Capricorn who once again proves to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the surefooted goat…

in honor of mountain goats and sacred mountains singing us home, i love listening intently and generously in this powerful portal and hearing venus singing the celestial music of the spheres with the music flowing freely through us inspiring our dreaming in the rhythm of sound waves which create more light to whole us, to heal the unraveled tapestry, to mend the web of life…

on last night, the tenth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Capricorn) gave to me, a dream of… the sound of music, hills coming alive, goats dancing, goatherds yodeling, impossible dreams transformed into i’m possible intentions, our starting anew, this new year, this new moonth of waking up and looking up and within vibrating to the divine feminine frequency of unconditional love… and you, what dream did the goat gift you?

may we all flow in love’s frequency and return to living in harmony…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage -Year 11 – Day 18 – 1/3/2024

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through loving you, i love all our relatives

by being peace with you, i am  peace

peace before me, behind me, below me, above me, surrounding me, immersing me, within me

walking home together along the rainbow trail, peace deepens and expands in the cosmos

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our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into being and becoming ever more radiant light over the twelve days of the Feast of Incarnation, our taking joy in transforming shadow seeds into blooming gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues as we saunter across the desert guided by a constellation and our 9th night’s sun of the fiery Sagittarius…  once again, the sun sign mystery school giving the gift proves to be the “just right” incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the Sagittarian Archer, Wounded Healer/Healer of Wounds, Transformer of Shadows into Light, of making the unconscious conscious…

on the ninth night of Christmas, my true love (Beloved Sagittarius) gave to me, a dream of… riding the wind into great silence where everything/no thing is still like a numinous coiled rainbow serpent resting in the gap right before the arrow of love, the most powerful intoxicant penetrates and awakens the inner jewels of the core to come alive, to open to being a spiraling, sparkling rainbow wave of pure delight, a confluence of colors and frequencies merged into an arc of waves, a bridge of love uniting all opposites, mending the web of life, repairing the breach…

thousand fold thanks to the archer of love, the laser beamer of light for turning the darkness into clear sight, for initiating the transcendant function to re-con-soul us, bringing us back into our true nature of peace …

let us close with Black Elk’s vision of all that is as related, as one, and the archer’s bringing the healing balm of true understanding, of radiant light of love and peace:

“Then I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I saw in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all forms as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.

Then as I stood there, two men were coming from the east, head first like arrows flying, and between them rose the Daybreak Star. They came and gave a herb to me and said: “With this on earth you shall undertake anything and do it.” It was the Daybreak-Star herb, the herb of understanding, and they told me to drop it on the earth. I saw it falling far, and when it struck the earth it rooted and grew and flowered, four blossoms on one stem, a blue, a white, a scarlet, and a yellow; and the rays from these streamed upward to the heavens so that all creatures saw it and in no place was there darkness.”

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage -Year 11 – Day 17 – 1/2/2024

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making every moment of eternity a moment of love, joy, peace and harmony is the intention and seed energy i am planting with every breath and every step, knowing it is amplified under this first moon of this turn ’round the sun, the moon of first light, as we co-create in alignment with source a cosmos where peace and harmony are built with justice, with balance, guided by love and joy…

on this second day of 366 days of rest and release into essence and radical resilience, our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadow seeds into blooming gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues sauntering across the desert guided by a star and our 8th night’s sun of the watery Scorpio once again proves to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the Scorpion Goddess, Serket’s amazing transformative medicine of turning a sting into a healing, a shadow into a gift…

on the eighth night of Christmas, the Feast of Incarnation, my true love (Beloved Scorpio) gave to me, a dream of… being held in a home where a chalice was offered and it overflowed onto something precious and i felt stung by the possible ruination of something i treasured… enter the Scorpion Goddess to anoint the field of chaos and move us into the stillpoint where we breathe in and breathe out from a deep place of peace at the bottom of the sea…

thousand fold thanks to the company of angels protecting us all as we traverse the challenging initiation of communion that moves us to that mythical field out beyond wrong doing and right doing to a symphonic frequency wave field never before heard, the sound of the many bells as one bell silently ringing us home guided by love to the deep peace of running waves…

may every moment of eternity be a sacred gift woven around our cosmic heart of wonder…

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