It was shown to me in 2018, we are wanted to be apes in small apartment/cages.
The brilliance of this executed narrative is breathtaking in stunning detail with contingency plans and leaks well attended to.
We are going over the waterfall. The self imposed ignorance within and without seems insurmountable.
There is only one thing left to be done.
Love everyone.
Ram Ram.
Ravens have begun hanging out in the trees by my window this week. I’ve missed them for decades. I’ve missed our conversations. Maybe they are welcoming me back.
I’ve been feeding Little Dee and Flappy (Da and Dee’s) to get them bigger / fatter so they won’t be as cold in the winter when I won’t be able to feed them anymore.
It’s easy to get lost in thinking about the future – them looking in the window to never see me again. The one who has fed them almost every day of their lives.
Right now I will live in my heart.
Friends Charlie and Jane were great to have around.
Here is some of the time we spent together:
Though horrific and murdery out front on the Danforth this week, in back Da and Dee are raising their offspring!
Dee has been taking the night shift and Da watches the day time.
A couple days ago some other birds where checking out the area and tried to land on the nest. Da chased them away and came back with a feather in his mouth.
Kick ass Daddy bird!
They probably do way better now they’ve fattened on weeks of choice food from the locally owned bulk store.
Dee prefers organic Sunflower seeds. I tried putting some organic Flax out today and she did her typical – “Yes I’ve seen you put that there, but I’m not eating it… I will instead stare at you from the eaty spot until you pour Sunflower seeds.”
Usually if I wait long enough they will eat any seeds I put down, but they are such good parents, I want to give them what they like.
After they hatched, Da flew away with the egg shells. They kept the nest in great shape until the new ones started pooping everywhere.
Tiny birds wear no diapers.
A gentle July breeze comforted after the intense heat wave of previous days. Natural pine fresh air floated through the large tent, mixing with floral, fruit, spice, incense and perfume scents.
Vivid colors played across the tent and immaculate Indian clothing.
I basked in waves of loving reverence flowing through me from the musicians. They repeatedly sang the Hanuman Chalisa over and again, each time fresh as though a different song entirely.
People singing imperfectly blended in beautifully. This was one family singing a song transcending technical limitations.
This was conscious, breathing, heart-beating awareness of the Divine.
This was praise for a god who returns attention with pure LOVE.
It was joy just being love and letting it charge my freshly washed / charged Rose Crystal hanging on my chest. It is a stone helping me remember to live in the heart.
It was the seventh day of the seventh month. His name has seven letters with an offering of 7 bananas.
Looking at friend Walter, I saw a large genuine smile. He was truly enjoying himself.
Soon we would all eat.
I don’t know,
can you see it?
There is a perfect place.
With no concern for what comes,
Or a past no longer here – Right now.
Been making a short film about a couple pigeons (Charlie and Jane) who were making a family on my planter. The picture is of the more brave/friendly female who hung out taking care of the the eggs.
For years I didn’t want the loud cooing males on my window and was worried about fleas and all that.
Recently I’ve felt it better to give a place of solace for birds in this city which is often short of compassion.
It has been an interesting experience getting to know a couple pairs of birds better.
During this record heatwave, new female “Dee” (as in Bir -Dee) has been getting hot and panting. It’s been fun feeding and spraying her with cool water through the crack by my AC. She enjoys napping after a cool misting.
Dee is staring at me as I type this which is ok, there isn’t much else for her to do days on end sitting on eggs.
Been getting so very close to the feeling of fuller awareness:
– behind thoughts, a murky fleeting overlay of possible branches
– feeling as if this has all be done before
– thoughts of remembering many times before and every time it seems silly to have forgotten what I now can’t remember
This has all been done before?
There is the possibility no one is listening and everything is heard.
There is the possibility nothing exists and everything exists at once.
Some say this is insanity, but the thought seems a distraction.
Maharajji Maharajji Maharajji
I live in a McDonald’s desert – equidistant from 4 locations.
Luckily too far to easily walk to any of them when feeling tired.
I wonder how many hundreds of pounds more I would weigh if I lived across the street from one.
Reminds me of years ago when I played a game called the Sims where you live as a little being (sim) with deep needs and little time in a mundane artificial life.
I grew tired of my artificial life and deleted the stove which was the primary form of eating. My sim instead made a BBQ.
I deleted the BBQ. The sim ordered a pizza.
I deleted the phone…
Putting down my stories and creativity here feels like putting my persona away – hanging a raincoat up on a rack.
Maybe I’ll need the coat again sometime or maybe I’ll just learn to love being in the rain without a jacket.
Maybe.
It’s been very easy getting lost in what “The Mystery” will be to come.
Are my friends and family the same people they were yesterday? Are they even people?
If whole continents have moved, what am I?
Again and again, ripples of the Lessons for decades have come in one language or another – “Live in Your Heart!”
I’ve been too preoccupied to pay full attention until now.
Learning to live in the Heart is retraining life.
My chest has been cracking open like a bag of fiberglass insulation and in the place of my heart, a glowing egg/ orb which can grow to the size of the universe.
This hasn’t been a gentle process!
A nice short clip from Ram Dass giving a way to get through “The Mystery”:
Saw Maharajji (“in drag” as Ram Dass says) last Wednesday in front of the subway again.
One of my favorite stories of Maharajji.
Some recent experiences:
This theme has come up repeatedly but more intensely lately.
This picture is from a vision.
I began working on it, adding the idea of crystals for the light / color areas. I spent weeks at it, trying to get it looking good.
One day I turned off the part I was struggling with and found a rainbow.
The part hidden below my work was more a proper representation of the original vision than what I worked hard to create.
Letting go of struggle – crust or skin, pure idea remained.
My work on this picture is a perfect reflection of my life.
Today I was told…
“The Mystery is almost here.”
Countless Arguments never realized,
May these thoughts dissolve revealing now.
Endless waves of judgment,
May I forgive myself and all beings.
Abuse mountains dominating earth,
May I be accepting right now.
All my fears of future health and security,
May I gently fall back to awareness.
May I see clearly with Love.
May we all be free.
Ego Tennis Elbow 