I Could Get Used to This…


I had one of those exceptional dreams a while ago – the kind that when you “wake up” you realize that the dream was a real as where you are now.
And hearing the view recently that the dream quality of experience is how emotions manifest into a dimension of their own (some call it the 4th dimension) – I let my senses linger with this particular dream vision/experience a few times during the day so as to let the quality solidify itself more deeply into the cells of my psycho-somatic organism.

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Intelligent Infinity – Intrinsic Order

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Journal Entry – October 30, 2014

In the purity of the early morning air the white Egret-like birds fly from tree to tree. The neighborhood rooster crows a perfect song as the late October sun peeks through the top branches of the cedars into our garden. The young man in the house just beyond the garden wall is speaking with his grandmotherly mother and then begins to sing a sweet song. It sounds like one of the modern Arab pop songs one hears on the radio and it is a pleasant song that reminds me of folk songs of the 60’s. It is touching that he sings so unselfconsciously in his beautiful melodic voice, full of affection, almost like he is singing to his mother. It is all the more poignant for me to hear this sweetness, as oftentimes one hears the sounds of emotionally agitated (and even angry voices) from this family, especially when the father enters the scene. Today, however, it seems to be peaceful and gentle over there and this tenderness is part of the tenderness of the land itself at this early hour, before the North African sun reaches its full strength.

On the background of this setting, the following thoughts arose in my mind. Continue reading

Godhead and I

Go With The Flow Sunita Anand

Go With The Flow
Sunita Anand

“The invitation is always to stop – to stop the projections, internally and externally, to stop what you imagine other people are projecting. You stop it all. It’s a hall of mirrors and it gets scary when it’s believed in. But when you stop, and you’re very still, there’s nothing happening.” Gangaji

Godhead: from Middle English godhede, “godhood”, and unrelated to the modern word “head” source

This term “godhood” points to what I often call the creative Force or First Principle energy, capitalized to signify the highest conceivable force or principle. Continue reading

Pass the Love Please

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New Earth Paradigm

You may be noticing that people in general seem kinder lately. I have. I’m noticing changes within myself and within those around me. I have more patience, more generosity of spirit, an easier, gentler attitude toward life and other people. Little things that used to bug me don’t anymore — at least not as much as they used to. And this more loving attitude seems to be reciprocated.

People I’ve known for a long time seem happier, their voices brighter, their energy lighter. There’s more goodwill — and Christmas is over. There seems to be a greater capacity within us lately to give and receive love.

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I Am Free!

Papaji is a wonderful modern sage who died in Lucknow, India in the year 1997. To many of us he is known as Gangaji’s teacher and also Mooji’s teacher. 

Papaji ask us to just listen to the following words and then “try them on for size”, just speak them to ourselves, maybe when there is no one around. Then we can really speak them to ourselves and see what it feels like. Give it a try!




Flocks of Smiles

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I call them ‘tweetie birds’

They are so small and they move like a cloud in the sky

Or like a swarm of fish swirling in the morning blue


I see our smiles lifting off

Rising up from our fields of joy

On this morning a New Age Dawning


They swirl and swish through the space of these days

Like speckles of sunlight cheery and bright

Flocks of smiles joyful together


Inciting laughter and giggles and joy

Bubbling up from our bellies and toes

Tickling our ribs till we cry deep relief


I think it’s the cells they just can’t keep still

Jumping out of their skins and ours, too, of course

Like myriad sparks when the bonfire is lit


We all lit the match and so now it is ours

To warm ourselves on this magical fire

With wind from all corners fanning the flames!


Welcome the wind and the change that it brings

Don’t mind the apple-cart overturned

Something much bigger is rolling our way – Hooray!


Unconditional Love

Light Baby (source unknown)

All Voices are my Self speaking to me

Mind creates all forms desired by Itself to show Itself to Itself

Myriad entities stand at the ready in my mind’s Eye

To appear and give voice to that which “I” desires to hear

In order to better see and understand Itself


What Love! to bring any form into Being that is desired needed wanted!

Asked for, yearned for, even before any word sprouts in the depths

I will hear and see that Word made flesh

Over and over and over

Whether I am ready to receive it or not


This Love Heart that is all that is

Keeps on cranking out more and more of Itself without reserve

Generous is such a trivial concept compared to this outpouring

Reckless Abandon!


Then the Organ of Perception that we and all forms are

Begins to piece together the picture to connect the pixel dots


! ! ! THIS IS I ! ! ! THIS WE ARE ! ! ! YOU ARE THAT ! ! ! I AM THAT ! ! !


T A T   T W A M   A S I


Once I felt the small child that felt the cutting whip of the harsh word the disapproving look the judgment the repulsion the cold shoulder oh so cold

I felt it from inside – I was the child defenseless innocent open fresh tender

Like the first sprouting green of the simple weed trampled by the hard heel


Callouses grew and grew thicker blocking the Light from Inside and Within

The first few years did the trick I was deaf and dumb for Self’s Love

Callouses covered my senses ears tongue eyes fingertips taste made bitter


At eighteen years rebellion –




That was my code: 

I took it Lysergic Acid Diethylamide Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

20–30 µg (micrograms) barely an energetic signature in the world of matter

Catapulted me outside of the veil of the dusty calloused tired world of despair

I looked around and noticed the sense of me the individual with biography and name

Gone gone far far far gone Om Gate Gate, Paragate, Parasamgate, Bodhi Svaha!

All was embracing Itself as All Breathing ItSelf as All Seeing only Itself with Deep Love

Never-ending Love fathomless Love without reason without cause or conditions


Forty-Four years ago that was and started the odyssey of the heart to the Heart 

Finding traces of my Self like fluorescent specks along the path of life

Sometimes covered with grime in the gutter

and yet still shining glinting in the rays of Sunlight or Streetlight

showing me the Way back to that child’s world

untouched opening like the petals of the rose covered with fine dewdrop diamonds


Now I am touched again by that energetic that signature of Love

no this time around no chemical catalyst just Life’s Urgent Call: Change NOW!

Who is the Master of My Destiny the Master of my Words Feelings Thoughts Actions?

Who is responsible for war peace hate love?

NOW NOW and NOW die to the past

WAKE UP to this NOW of LOVE

It’s what you want your deepest desire most secret secret fondest cherished dream

I take this in this voice of Mine

I rest in quietude in peace in knowing

I let this energetic transform strike into my core my cells my genes

This is who I am how I am NOW

See that child vulnerable everywhere in each ones eyes

Be kind whenever possible it is always possible said His Holiness



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Krishnamurti: Passion Without Motive – What is Love? Part Two

Krishnamurti on Relationship

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So when you ask what love is, you may be too frightened to see the answer. It may mean complete upheaval; it may break up the family; you may discover that you do not love your wife or husband or children—do you?—you may have to shatter the house you have built, you may never go back to the temple.

But if you still want to find out, you will see that fear is not love, dependence is not love, jealousy is not love, possessiveness and domination are not love, responsibility and duty are not love, self-pity is not love, the agony of not being loved is not love, love is not the opposite of hate any more than humility is the opposite of vanity.

So if you eliminate all these, not by forcing them but by washing them away as the rain washes the dust of many days from a leaf, then perhaps you will come upon this strange flower, which man always hungers after.

If you have not got love—not just in little drops but in abundance—if you are not filled with it, the world will go to disaster. You know intellectually that the unity of mankind is essential and that love is the only way, but who is going to teach you how to love?

Will any authority, any method, any system, tell you how to love? If anyone tells you, it is not love. Can you say, “I will practice love. I will sit down day after day and think about it. I will practice being kind and gentle and force myself to pay attention to others”?

Do you mean that you can discipline yourself to love, exercise the will to love? When you exercise discipline and will to love, love goes out the window. By practicing some method or system of loving you may become extraordinarily clever or more kindly or get into a state of nonviolence, but that has nothing whatsoever to do with love.

In this torn desert world there is no love because pleasure and desire play the greatest roles, yet without love your daily life has no meaning. And you cannot have love if there is no beauty. Beauty is not something you see—not a beautiful tree, a beautiful picture, a beautiful building, or a beautiful woman. There is beauty only when your heart and mind know what love it.

Without love and that sense of beauty there is no virtue, and you know very well that, do what you will—improve society, feed the poor—you will only be creating more mischief, for without love there is only ugliness and poverty in your own heart and mind.

But when there is love and beauty, whatever you do is right, whatever you do is in order. If you know how to love, then you can do what you like because it will solve all other problems.

So we reach the point: Can the mind come upon love without discipline, without thought, without enforcement, without any book, any teacher or leader—come upon it as one comes upon a lovely sunset? It seems to me that one thing is absolutely necessary and that is passion without motive—passion that is not the result of some commitment or attachment, passion that is not lust. A man who does not know what passion is will never know love because love can only come into being when there is total self-abandonment.

A mind that is seeking is not a passionate mind and to come upon love without seeking it is the only way to find it—to come upon it unknowingly and not as the result of any effort or experience. Such a love, you will find, is not of time; such a love is both personal and impersonal, is both the one and the many.

Like a flower that has a perfume, you can smell it or pass it by. That flower is for everybody and for the one who takes the trouble to breath it deeply and to look at it with delight. Whether one is very near in the garden or very far away, it is the same to the flower because it is full of that perfume and, therefore, it is sharing with everybody.

Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world, which is not innocent.

To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict.

You may ask, “If I find such love, what happens to my wife, my children, my family? They must have security.” When you put such a question you have never been outside the field of thought, the field of consciousness. When once you have been outside that field you will never ask such a question because then you will know what love is in which there is no thought and therefore, no time. You may read this mesmerized and enchanted, but actually to go beyond thought and time—which means going beyond sorrow—is to be aware that there is a different dimension called love.

But you don’t know how to come upon this extraordinary fount, so what do you do? If you don’t know what to do, you do nothing, don’t you? Absolutely nothing. Then inwardly you are completely silent. Do you understand what that means? It means you are not seeking, not wanting, not pursuing; there is no center at all. Then there is love.

(Freedom from the Known in Total Freedom –The Essential Krishnamurti p.131 ff.)

Jiddu Krishnamurti and David Bohm

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Love Flowering

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The Rose Gardener

Winter Solstice 2009

I had neglected my garden for many years, not even knowing that I was the gardener.

The weeds of aversion had all but enveloped the roses. I was given a wonderful tool by my first teacher: “Accept all changes”, he said. It took a while to learn how to use that tool and even now, thirty years later, it still needs to be kept sharp. It does the job.

The rose bushes themselves, once freed from the weeds, were in terrible shape. A tangle of desires and illusions were the result of “Wildwuchs” as the Germans say: wild growth. After fruitless attempts at pruning out the useless canes and branches, my teacher gave me a second powerful tool: “Silence”. Again, through trial and error, I stumbled upon the right balance of affection and detachment that he called “Equidistance”. This gradually brought Silence into focus as the absolute substratum of all that appears with name and form.

Thus I was able to cut the rose bushes back radically for the winter, leaving only the four or five of the healthiest canes on the bush. Seeking Truth was one, self-compassion and forgiveness, a sense of eternity, feeling Love coming from the source within and Knowing that all are One were others. Now came the time for work within. Deep in the Earth energy from the rose is absorbed – to be sent back into the rose with new intelligence for new growth.

Spending time in Ramana Maharshi’s ashram at MountArunachala deepened the Silence. Meeting with his granddaughter Gangaji in Ashland, Oregon finally triggered the spark from deep within: “What effort do you need to just be here now?” she asked. The star lit up: “Nothing!”

Hallelujah! The energy started rising from deep within, into the stalks, sending out fresh new shoots. Taoism was one of these. Krishnamurti, Zen Buddhism, Ramtha, Rumi, and Nisargadatta also took off into wonderful journeys of exploration. Eckhart Tolle appears as a fresh voice from the Void. What beauty man discovers in his quest for freedom!

Over the years I kept pruning back wild growth: whenever I felt the tangle of ideas and concepts taking over again, I sharpened Silence to keep the essential clear and strong. Now the canes are sturdy, able to stand up to the gusting winds of human life.

First blossoms appeared: a group of earnest souls began meeting regularly to be in the company of Eckhart Tolle and to support each other in their growth. Each one had a unique fragrance and color and swayed in the winds, learning to draw inspiration from the bush’s roots.

A new bush opened its blossoms in January of the next year: “Celebrate” This group met weekly to share and support each other in the spirit of the Hopi Prophecy:

“Here is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift, that there are those who will be afraid, who will try to hold on to the shore, they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know that the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, and keep our heads above water. And I say see who is there with you and celebrate. At this time in history we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves, for the moment we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt. The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves. Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. For we ARE the ones we have been waiting for.”

Hiranyagarbha, the Cosmic Womb, the Golden Egg asks the human form to help by keeping calm, quiet and free from desire and fear – then the birthing happens from moment to moment and the inner ear hears the Rose Gardener whispering.


Revised 9/21/2012