2019

Posted on July 16, 2019 by Jo Beall

as the Capricorn full moon of blessings illuminates our oceanic depths

may we be united in a communion of PEACE

dancing under the cosmic turtle moon

looking into the great shining mirror

listening to the call of the wild to

always be love

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the partial lunar eclipse today covered about 65% of the earth’s umbral shadow at maximum eclipse and was visible from Africa, Australia, South America, most of Asia, Europe and the very southern and eastern parts of North America…

with an eclipsing moon in Capricorn, the structures, constructs, patterns and traditions of life built on a foundation of distortion, fear and/or falsity are crumbling… does feel like the carpet is being pulled out from under you? such intense times of great catalyzing, illumination and then releasing all the ways we’ve lived from a place of fear to build a new firm and sustainable foundation rooted in trust, wisdom and love…

may the full moon’s luminosity penetrate into our being deconstructing what success, achievement, leadership, power and mastery have meant from the old perspective… high time to shed the chains of comparison, status, competition, power-over / powerlessness… in this moon, allow any sadness, grief, anger, fear and rage to have their holy moment blessing and thanking them for how they have served …

on the other side is liberation! through this deep excavation, we create space for a potent rebirth of love and joy for the benefit of all…

this lunar eclipse full moon guides us into living our dreams and grounding our soul gifts! bathe yourself in the light of love… blessed be… howlelujah!

let us close on this day of Guru Purnima, a Vedic holyday of devotion and celebration with sacred intention…

by the power of divine love, may we serve all on the planet re-membering there’s only one of us here, one beloved communion of our one cosmic heart dwelling in the milagro field out beyond in the great beyond…

deep bows, beloveds…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 211 – 7/15/2019

Posted on July 15, 2019 by Jo Beall

holy synchronicity! this decades long commitment to the teacher of love has been reverberating emphatically the last few days and so, of course, I find myself sitting in circle, in sangha today with an amazing group of teachers of love, practitioners of the awakened heart, cultivators of bodhichitta or unconditional friendliness with oneself…

magically transported back to undergraduate days of the late sixties and early seventies with day after day of movable feasts of consciousness and the standout peak experience of nirvana when it’s all so crystal clear – throw out the books, teach only of love…

and, here we are now in the great turning, a pivotal moment on the clock of the world of shifting consciousness and e-membering who we really are… a field of unitive consciousness supported by the overflowing abundance of source… the rising tide that lifts all sails and invites our seeing through wide open eyes of wisdom… that every experience, every moment is a teacher of love…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 210 – 7/14/2019

Posted on July 14, 2019 by Jo Beall

welcome to the weekly astonishing light of being piece falling on Bastille Day and appropriately so as we celebrate the astonishing light of our being, our interbeing as vessels of great mystery shining forth luminously, bastions of living freely…

i’ll share now a brief meditation from Parker Palmer on life on the Möbius strip…

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“The curious object pictured is a Möbius strip.

If you take your index finger and trace what seems to be the outside surface, you suddenly find yourself on what seems to be the inside surface. Continue along what seems to be the inside surface, and you suddenly find yourself on what seems to be the outside surface.

I need to keep saying “what seems to be” because the Möbius strip has only one side! What look like its inner and outer surfaces flow into each other seamlessly, co-creating the whole. The first time I saw a Möbius strip, I thought, “Amazing! That’s exactly how life works!”

Whatever is inside of us continually flows outward, helping to form or deform the world — depending on what we send out. Whatever is outside us continually flows inward, helping to form or deform us — depending on how we take it in. Bit by bit, we and our world are endlessly re-made in this eternal inner-outer exchange.

Much depends on what we choose to put into the world from within ourselves — and much depends on how we handle what the world sends back to us. As Thomas Merton said:

“We don’t have to adjust to the world. We can adjust the world.”

Here’s the question I’ve been asking myself ever since I understood that we live our lives on the Möbius strip:

How can I make more life-giving choices about what to put into the world and how to deal with what the world sends back — choices that might bring new life to me, to others, and to the world we share?”

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yes to there’s only one of us here, all that is confluing, flowing together, dancing into the stillpoint, dancing out from the stillpoint seamlessly always connected, always interbeing, always flowing in the seasky of love energy empowering luminosity and shining the light so brightly that all our relations see the way home, home to our one heart…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 209 – 7/13/2019

Posted on July 13, 2019 by Jo Beall

deep within our ancient bloodstream

ma we listen for the lost chords’ echoes

of a mystical, ethereal consciousness

where we all swim in an ocean of flow

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may we listen for the lost chords’ echoes

coursing throughout the river beloved

where we all swim in an ocean of flow

re-membering paradise in pachamama’s watery womb

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coursing throughout the river beloved

awakening to dreams of this new world breathing

re-membering paradise in pachamama’s watery womb

as we travel as one on spirit’s pathless path

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awakening to dreams of this new world breathing

where peace, love and bliss abide in each moment

re-membering paradise in pachamaam’s watery womb,

what dreams are whispering through you of the new world awaiting birth?

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thank you to the ancientfuture ones, beings of luminosity, dwelling in the hidden realms always at the ready to dance the pathless path lighting the way into the unknown vast sea sky of infinity, twinkling sacred space of rainbow mystery, cosmic realm of harmony…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 208 – 7/12/2019

Posted on July 12, 2019 by Jo Beall

If you are seeking, seek us with joy
For we live in the kingdom of joy.
Do not give your heart to anything else
But to the love of those who are clear joy,
Do not stray into the neighborhood of despair.
For there are hopes: they are real, they exist –
Do not go in the direction of darkness –
I tell you: suns exist.

~ Rumi ~

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in these very interesting times and under the waxing full moon in cancer calling us to truth, i’m feeling rebellious and seeing that the ultimate act of rebellion is vibrating at the frequency of joy which is our true nature, the bubbling wellspring at the core of our being… i’ve already begun planting seeds of joy in every moment… with a smile, painting peace in the sky, chanting thank you in a continuous feedback loop, laughing, dancing, singing again and again and again… thousandfold thanks for being joy seeders, opening our one heart wider and deeper…

namaste’

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 207 – 7/11/2019

Posted on July 11, 2019 by Jo Beall

we are a pilgrim people, poets on a journey, a caravan of re-joy-sing, a journeying peace corps, with a deep abiding peace solid in our core, peace built with poetic justice guided by love, a love more powerful than any other force, a love that flows directly from source… so, let us come together, pilgrims of peace, to create beloved community, by being love with every breath, to create a world where all our relations experience heaven on earth, with everyone in the circle of love, flowing in rhythm like the angels above, dancing arm in arm under our central sun, singing the truth that we are one… yes, singing the truth that we are won…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 206 – 7/10/2019

Posted on July 10, 2019 by Jo Beall

Inner silence works from the moment you begin to accrue it. What the old sorcerers were after was the final dramatic, end result of reaching that individual threshold of silence. Some very talented practitioners need only a few minutes of silence to reach that coveted goal. Others, less talented, need long periods of silence, perhaps more than one hour of quietude, before they reach the desired result. The desired result is what the old sorcerers called “stopping the world”, the moment when everything around us ceases to be what it’s always been. This is the moment when sorcerers return to the TRUE nature of man. The old sorcerers always called it “total freedom”
Don Juan (Carlos Castanada)

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in this moon of going within to truth, of dwelling in an upended world, i see, hear, feel, be and live more and more in graceland, in the sacred space beyond words, in the joyous radiance of the silent heart overflowing with compassion…

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The world… has forgotten the joys of silence, the peace of solitude which is necessary, to some extent, for the fullness of human living. Not all… are called to be hermits, but all… need enough silence and solitude in their lives to enable the deep inner voice of their own true self to be heard at least occasionally. When that inner voice is not heard, when man cannot attain to the spiritual peace that comes from being perfectly at one with his own true self, his life is always miserable and exhausting. For he cannot go on happily for long unless he is in contact with the springs of spiritual life which are hidden in the depths of his own soul. If man is constantly exiled from his own home, locked out of his own spiritual solitude, he ceases to be a true person… He becomes a kind of automaton, living without joy because he has lost his spontaneity. He is no longer moved from within, but only from outside himself.

Thomas Merton

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 205 – 7/9/2019

Posted on July 9, 2019 by Jo Beall

how i love this this seventh month of joyous july as 7 is such a number of spirit and vibrates at a frequency of receptivity, intuition, divine feminine… energies that pull us magnetically inside to mine the jewels lodged in deep cavernous space in the ground of being… i love at the halfway mark of the year recapitulating journeying january, the dreaming moon, with july being the re-treating ourselves moon, another space of pregnant pause to explore inner terrain and listen for the voice of the great mother whispering words of wisdom, mothering the peace that passeth ordinary understanding, the peace that births a courageous new world of harmony…

perhaps you are feeling as i am today, a little wobbly, a little off kilter, a little ungrounded… a perfect moment to come together and SMILE (Start My Internal Love Engine), take a few deep breaths into our belly and reach out our hands to one another passing the love we are from one to another to another to another and with each passing of the peace, our voltage is raised exponentially so that we see and feel the beauty we are….

behind us, before us, below us, above us, surrounding us, within us… simply, beautiful blessing with every breath…

thank you for pausing in the center together…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 204 – 7/8/2019

Posted on July 8, 2019 by Jo Beall

on this day of more and more people coming into the streets to stand with and for those who are running to freedom, please join me in breathing in Grandmother Flordemayo’s immigration journey of six decades ago that transports us into the experience of a child… a tale still so painful, she could only say it to her daughter to spread to the world…

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“HEATHER, I NEED TO STOP AND GO AND WASH MY FACE I NEED TO PUT WATER ON ALL OF MY EMOTIONS THAT I FEEL THIS TOPIC IS TOO PAINFUL TO WRITE ABOUT

Yesterday when you asked me to write something it was the day of Ajmaq a day of forgiveness. I prayed all day on the meaning of forgiveness. A child migrating to this country . How do you forgive persecution, injustice, abuse,human rights violations, ignorance,prejudice, belittlement, pain, isolation, not having a voice, and a language barrier? The right of expression, the need of compassion, the warmth of an understanding human, we do not understand why we are being treated like this. ‘We are at the mercy of God and pray someone hears your prayers’

The other day the day of Noj. The day of knowing I pray to all the people around the globe that they receive the liberation and the freedom that they need.

Even now sixty years later. I have a difficult time speaking about this journey without all of the emotions that are in my heart. I was a child when my mother told us we are going to the United States . I only had a few days before we left . My mind and my emotions were frozen. I could not even ask a question. The wonder of it all was incomprehensible. I remember those moments in time moving as if in slow motion. I looked around at the beauty of my surroundings the green plants the warm temperature the voice of my brothers and sisters. I remember my moms demeanor in her face was without expression. The night before we left no one slept. I was woken up in the cool midnight walking to the bus-stop. We boarded in the early morning hour with a ride to Managua, Nicaragua. That was the moment my journey started. My body was use to the mountain air and surroundings. I found myself in a city that was totally different busy with cars, people all around me, noise and the temperature was so hot. All I could do is hold my moms hand very tight. We stayed that night at my moms friends house to leave the next morning. We flew from Managua to Miami to La Guardia airport in NYC. My mind went into another transition. That became imprinted in my heart. The reality of my home, my town was all gone it was like it only existed in my mind.

I often asked my mom before she passed. I was younger than 17 years old
“Mama why did we come to the US her answer was always the same
Hija (daughter)
I wanted you to have a better life
We have no rights in Central America we as women
We cannot say NO to sex
We cannot say how many children we want to have
We cannot speak and express our thoughts
We have No rights to an education
We cannot say NO to all of the domestic and field work that we do
We cannot say NO to cooking and looking for food
We have no rights on what clothing we want to wear
We are under the domination of someone else

My mom said
I brought you here to have a better life than mine
I had NO rights as a women in Central America NO rights at all
So we run- run — run— to find freedom

Love and Light,
Grandmother Flordemayo”

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may these words soften the hardhearted freeing us all…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 203 – 7/7/2019

Posted on July 7, 2019 by Jo Beall

Happy Global Wave of Peace and Love!

yes! it’s 7/7, Ringo’s 79th birthday and the day we celebrate the astonishing light of our being and what a week of astonishingly intense light…

may we all take this moment to SMILE and be peace and love for all there is, is love…

and, yes, dear Rumi, i awaken today with a song flowing through…

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Beloved , i hear you call my name

singing softly the same refrain

come back, come back, return to me

living in our one heart in harmony

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i love this this seventh day of the seventh month of joyous july as 7 is a number of spirit vibrating at a frequency of receptivity, intuition and divine feminine… energies pulling us magnetically inside to mine the jewels lodged in the deep cavernous space in the ground of being… i love our being at the halfway mark of the year recapitulating journeying january, the dreaming moon, with july being the re-treating into ourselves moon, another space of pregnant pause to explore inner terrain and listen for the voice of the great mother whispering words of wisdom, mothering the peace that passeth ordinary understanding, the peace that births a courageous new world of radical harmony and joy and peace and love and generosity …

deep peace of luminous flowing grace…

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 –