2019

Posted on August 15, 2019 by Jo Beall

this image visits me frequently… in dreams, in waking moments, especially on a day such as this, a day of stopping and seeing inside, of staying unplugged and savoring this moment, this beautiful moment while sauntering along the rainbow trail, the path with heart, the pilgrimage of the soul, the pathless path…

the peace pilgrimage, the pathless path of soul takes courage, a heart letting go completely to soften into the call of the beloved trusting that in this surrender, the cosm, the cosmos will have our back…
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“A true vocation requires shedding anything that would impede or obscure the call. A true pilgrimage requires letting go of the very things most people try to hold onto. In seeking after what the soul desires we become pilgrims with no home but the path the soul would have us follow.”
~ Michael Meade ~
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rapidly, i’m approaching the two year anniversary of being called into the lion’s roar, into awakening, into the deepest initiation adventure of this incarnation, two turns around the sun of arriving, of coming home into the present moment, the true self wholeheartedly with all the trillions and trillions of wild cells humming, embodying the frequency of soul…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 241 – 8/14/2019

Posted on August 14, 2019 by Jo Beall

“He who experiences the unity of life sees his own Self in all beings, and all beings in his own Self.”

~ Bhagavad Gita ~

a day of tahoma, the native name for beloved mt rainier pictured above… love the name tahoma sounding like to home, ah… and indeed, this day of being unplugged again is another day of coming home to the heart and trusting in this wild journey… trusting in it’s rhythm which dances to the beat of the divine drummer of our one heart… following the rhythm deep within to the silent stillpoint where our most profound purpose lies in the ground of being calling us to nurture this trust daily… calling us to offer full presence, lovingkindness, compassion and generosity which opens the portal to a freedom of floating in the golden buoyant sea and vibrating in a river of joy frequency which is in the core of all being, that field of unitive harmony out beyond and in beyond all boundaries and borders into the unknown where we follow a pathless path, a path the soul carves out and invites us to be open and curious bearing reverential witness to the unfolding and taking action through dreaming, attention, intention…

love walking home through the unitive field with you being breathed together as one…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 240 – 8/13/2019

Posted on August 13, 2019 by Jo Beall

A MIND THAT HAS NO WALLS, THAT IS NOT BURDENED WITH ITS OWN ACQUISITIONS, ACCUMULATIONS, WITH ITS OWN KNOWLEDGE, A MIND THAT LIVES TIMELESSLY, INSECURELY – TO SUCH A MIND, LIFE IS AN EXTRAORDINARY THING. SUCH A MIND IS LIFE ITSELF, BECAUSE LIFE HAS NO RESTING PLACE.
– JIDDU KRISHNAMURTI –
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may life flow through all our relations as a timeless meandering river of water always moving aligned with the flow of dynamic life…

come, sit in the sand with me and listen to the song of the sea, feel into the rhythm of the waves breathing in and breathing out, experience life as a wave always flowing freely…

in joy being the ocean in a drop – ever seeking, exploring, pushing, overflowing its shoreline, penetrating every crevice with the waters of life, ceaselessly eroding the walls of suffering and separation to move us into the great turning and the revelation that there are no borders or boundaries and that there is simply one ever expanding interwoven web of iridescent silken threads…

thank you, computer, in your death, your sacrifice, your making sacred, my mind is unburdened in a thunderous clean-sing of acquisitions, accumulations, its own knowledge, to live timelessly with life being extraordinary and ordinary now that the mind is life itself in service to the whole… om shanti…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 239 – 8/12/2019

Posted on August 12, 2019 by Jo Beall

every day, every moment is perfect for calling in the ancient wisdom from elephant spirit and sourcing the divine… simply breathe in earth mother’s love and feel it circulating and humming through every wild cell to the frequency of thanks be thanks be thanks…

radiate the love out to father sky and to all our relations in need of connection, in need of protection, in need of true refuge, belonging space…

re-member these gentle giants today, every day, every moment, this moment, and for all our relations in peril, take a stand for love by saying yes to safeguarding the endangered, the frail, the young… all for one…

such a lovely way to begin this day that will take me into the outer world after the beautiful repose in true emptiness of the last couple of days… i would never have asked for the death of a computer that is a vault for so much of my life’s work, but i really love the lack of stimuli, this being on silent re-treat with great mystery and listening, listening in a deeper way to the council of luminous beings always hear for us and encouraging our embarking on the journey into inner space of opening the heart ever wider to love deeply, forgive sincerely and dare greatly…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 238 – 8/11/2019

Posted on August 11, 2019 by Jo Beall

today spirit invites dancing life in a sacred way knowing that love, service and re-membrance bring great value to the sacred hoop of life, the unbroken circle of interconnection amplified by it’s being astonishing light of being day and i’m so much more zen with all history erased and being rebirthed back to factory settings…

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i’m walking the bhakti path today,

floating through life in a buoyant way…

with nothing to do and nowhere to go,

resting still in the ocean, the ocean of flow..

chanting love’s names polishes our one heart,

resonating at the frequency of love you impart

a raising of the vibration of cosmic harmony

attuning us all to the deep peace of great mystery…

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two years ago, i stood at an altar of love having flown home for a family wedding uniting the opposites with joy and celebration while across town, Charlottesville was exploding… it was good then to be standing in a unitive field of love balancing the hatred happening blocks away and it’s good to stand with you in love today with each of us invoking the beloved in our own authentic way… perhaps, you’ll join me in placing your hand on your heart and calling up the image of a relation you love… or, maybe, spend time in the company of a tree or play in water and squeal with glee or plant seeds of compassion and joy drawing down the courage of the leo waxing moon… whatever it is, float in devocean, the ocean of devotion with your wide open heart re-joy-sing in the dream of the cosm – peace in every moment…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 237 – 8/10/2019

Posted on August 10, 2019 by Jo Beall

i have been hearing this call to turn within and have been doing my best to honor it but at the eleventh hour last friday after posting my peace, my computer suffered sudden death syndrome… try as i might to resuscitate, she was a goner…

i awaken this morning hoping for a specific miracle – that my computer returned from the near death experience but such was not the miracle i was being gifted… i had my moments of feeling so lost and bereft with so much of my blood, sweat and tears lost in the computer…

so, i breathe deeply into the belly the radiant light of the inner sun into every one of the trillions of wild cells we are and move into dreamtime to cluster together with other imaginal cells across the planet as great mystery breathes… us into being…

so much divine rest as i feel metaphorically taken back to factory settings to awaken into this cosmos of original blissing (blessing + bliss = blissing) where there’s no where (now here) to go and no thing to do, purely bearing witness to the present moment while acting locally, feeling globally and thinking cosmically…

going with the flow… opening to the unfolding… being still mountain reflecting in the mirror lake… attending, intending more and more light…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 236 – 8/9/2019

Posted on August 9, 2019 by Jo Beall

seventy-four years ago today, at the end of World War II, an atomic bomb was dropped on the city of Nagasaki in Japan with the hypocenter right on the grounds of what is now the Peace Memorial Park where this sculpture rests…

listen to an excerpt from Words of the Sculptor about the Peace Statue he created to commemorate all who lost their lives to atomic radiation:

“After experiencing that nightmarish war, that blood-curdling carnage, that unendurable horror, Who could walk away without praying for peace? This statue was created as a signpost in the struggle for global harmony. Standing ten meters tall, it conveys the profundity of knowledge and the beauty of health and virility. The right hand points to the atomic bomb, the left hand points to peace, and the face prays deeply for the victims of war. Transcending the barriers of race and evoking the qualities of Buddha and God, it is a symbol of the greatest determination ever known in the history of Nagasaki and the highest hope of all mankind.”

-Seibo Kitamura (Spring 1995)

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may we all sing out for love, peace and harmony for all our relations in our ever expanding and deepening uni/multiverse thanking great mystery for blessing us with every breath and pouring divine light of love generously across the cosm…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 235 – 8/8/2019

Posted on August 8, 2019 by Jo Beall

are you feeling the energy of your inner lioness, the divine feminine, roaring gently into all your wild cells and quickening the rhythmic flow of love and compassion?

yes, today the doors of love and compassion are flung wide open for all to breeze through with our courageous lionhearts into this brave new world of lovingkindness and compassion….

let’s all take this moment, this beautiful moment. to bask in the radiant light streaming through us to see all that is as it truly is… a beautyway of love and light…

how i love this portal, this gateway into higher and deeper realms of consciousness when potent messages from the invisible realms are flowing freely… involving three key players, the sun and earth and the star sirius, this portal is set in motion in july when the sun and sirius known as the spiritual sun seem to merge together and are seen as one with our sun swallowed by sirius to die and be reborn with the frequencies of sirius during the first week of august when the sun is in the constellation of leo giving us the name lions gate… the energies are potent throughout the week and especially dramatic on the 8th when the sun and earth are directly opposed and our reborn sun laser beams the energies of the spiritual sun into pachamama raising the earth’s frequency, raising our frequency to love and above… in this year of 2018 which vibrates at the master number frequency of eleven, the energies of empathy, compassion and understanding, so needed on the planet, are flooding the cosmos…

may we experience this magical day as a sacred gift woven around our one heart of wonder…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 234 – 8/7/2019

Posted on August 7, 2019 by Jo Beall

yes, ah, great mystery…

in the midst of this collective dark night of the soul and this quickening of rebirth, let’s conspire, yes, breathe together with three deep, slow breaths into our core, the space of wisdom and with each deep breath feel the racing mind slowing down with the breath coming into resonance with the heart, with pachamama who loves us so and as we continue to inhale love, exhale with a sigh, an ahhhhh knowing that all is well in this moment, the eternal now moment we can return to and return to and return to with every breath…

these chaotic times bring me back to the caterpillars’ dark night of the soul after being such consumptive beings, they hang themselves upside down and live in a soupy cocoon with still the will to live so strong… in this stew, imaginal cells are forming with a new world vision of being free creatures of flight creating beauty wherever they go…

the old paradigm struggles to live as the new paradigmers cluster together and conspire… a cosmos of peace and harmony, love and joy… lo and behold, the old paradigm dissolves and the butterfly emerges…

so, imaginal cells of the cosmos unite, take heart trusting in the implicate order, rainbow mystery breathing us into luminosity!

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 233 – 8/6/2019

Posted on August 6, 2019 by Jo Beall

another day, another prayer for peace…

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“One can’t believe impossible things.” said Alice
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen.
“When I was your age, I always did it for a half an hour a day.
Why, sometime, I believed as many as six
impossible things before breakfast.”
~ Lewis Carroll ~

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Seventy-four years ago today, the beautiful child, Sadako, was two years old when the atomic bomb was dropped on her city of Hiroshima during the second world war… Nine years later, she developed the atomic bomb disease, leukemia… Hearing the ancient Japanese story that says when you fold 1000 paper cranes your wish will be granted, Sadako was able to fold 644 cranes with her wish for healing before she died at twelve years old from atomic radiation…

Inspired by her courage and strength, her friends and classmates dreamed of creating a monument to memorialize their friend and all children killed by the bomb. Young people all over the land of the rising sun realized their dream a couple of years later when in 1958 a statue of Sadako holding a golden crane was unveiled in the Hiroshima Peace Park. The children also made a wish. It is inscribed at the bottom of the statue and reads:

“This is our cry, This is our prayer, Peace in the world”.

Today, people all over the world continue to fold paper cranes and send them to Sadako’s monument in Hiroshima.

May we all take up their cry and prayer of peace in the world… May there be peace on earth and may it begin with me and thee…

Om, shanti shanti shantihi….

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 –