this afternoon, i feel weary  with a sadness in the cells and i sit in this river letting it wash over me… this evening, i re-member that today is the sixth anniversary of a miracle, yes, new seeds are growing…

even though i’ve experienced many miraculous healings over many turns ’round the sun, this one was especially incredible… fast forward a couple of more turns to when a western doctor doing a work up in prep for an eye surgery asked me how i’d defied western medicine so many times… without any thought, the words simply flowed… “i began dwelling in the abundance of infinite love and gratitude smiling and saying thank you to whatever arose while breathing in deeply through our one heart…”

this every breath practice, this sauntering on the peace pilgrimage, is the royal road to the milagro field, the clearing in the wilder ness in the land of grace… free and accessible to all, one need only slow down, silently attune to the cosmic hum, soften into her rhythmic flow, and serve the whole by letting go of identification becoming one with all that is…

isn’t it interesting how we make something that is so very simple into something so complex, so much so, it’s like a forgotten art?

thousandfold thanks we live in a morphic field that is exponentially more resonant in every moment, hallelujah! for the innernet, the most powerful communication network, operating at the speed of light…

thanks be for every breath being a deepening journey into the stillpoint, the center of the wheel, where the dance begins in rhythm with divine flow…

Holy Synchronisiddhi!

it’s been that kind of day… a day of deep peace of the running wave, a day of mysterious wisdom of the stilling wave, a day of dancing in the stillpoint witnessing rainbow bubbles…

riding the wave of heart wisdom right into the center, the temple of emptiness

where….

there’s nothing to hold onto…

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This is the picture I prefer: In the middle of the river, with the shoreline out of view, the raft begins to disintegrate. We find ourselves with absolutely nothing to hold on to. From our conventional standpoint, this is scary and dangerous. However, one small shift of perspective will tell us that having nothing to hold on to is liberating. We could have faith that we won’t drown. Holding on to nothing means we can relax with this fluid, dynamic world.

~ Pema Chödrön ~

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Earth, isn’t this what you want: an invisible arising in us?…What is your urgent command, if not transformation?
— Rilke, Ninth Duino Elegy

 

on this good friday, this day of crucifixion, i contemplate Rilke’s question as a centering thought and turn to one of my transformational teachers’ words of wisdom…

Nobody who finds himself on the road to wholeness can escape that characteristic suspension which is the meaning of crucifixion.

For he will infallibly run into things that thwart and “cross” him:

first, the thing he has no wish to be (the shadow);

second, the thing he is not (the “other,” the individual reality of the “You”);

and third, his psychic non-ego (the collective unconscious).

  The Psychology of the TransferenceCollected Works 16Paragraph 470~Carl Jung ~ 

Yet, although the attributes of Christ (consubstantiality with the Father, co-eternity, filiation, parthenogenesis, crucifixion, Lamb sacrificed between opposites, One divided into Many, etc.) undoubtedly mark him out as an embodiment of the self, looked at from the psychological angle he corresponds to only one half of the archetype.

The other half appears in the Antichrist. The latter is just as much a manifestation of the self, except that he consists of its dark aspect.

Both are Christian symbols, and they have the same meaning as the image of the Saviour crucified between two thieves.

This great symbol tells us that the progressive development and differentiation of consciousness leads to an ever more menacing awareness of the conflict and involves nothing less than a crucifixion of the ego, its agonizing suspension between irreconcilable opposites.

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~ Carl Jung ~

 

suspending across the tensions of the opposites, letting go of everything is indeed not a path for the faint of heart… as Jesus tells us…