Thunder Within

Thunder Within

I embark on a journey off the map, off the yoga mat, out of time, and out of orbit.  Against Father’s wishes (naturally!). I find myself sitting in a dense forest of consciousness.  Human consciousness.  Light consciousness.  Flower consciousness.  Tree consciousness.  Stone consciousness.  Insect consciousness. God consciousness.  

Before all grows dark here, there is opportunity to read Spirituality and the Writer by Thomas Larson. 

No need to move the body.  Let the eyes move across the page.  Let the mind process the meaning of words, but that is not all the consciousness experiences now.  There is also the awareness of primal stillness, a silence so heavy with presence that we could wear it as a warm garment in the cold Himalayas.  Let the presence of primal stillness be the robe you wear! And look at the spaces between these words!  Sense the borderless, the unfathomable, limitless uncertainty, the heartbeat of Ardhanareeshwara and Saint Augustine.  Sense the synaptic activity within the brain of both Kabir and Leo Tolstoy.  Indulge the solitary visions of Dattatreya and Julian of Norwich. Is it possible to open up and allow the tears of Rumi and Margery Kempe to burn these reading eyes?  Is it possible to listen so deeply and with such longing that by reading these words, these ears hear a fierce roar that is a collective cry from the depths of all these beings’ collective consciousness…? Is it possible to open this heart even more to allow every word such pulmonary impact as to oxygenate the blood flowing through these veins now? 

Thomas Larson’s personal inquiry into the history of spiritual writing ignites fire within me.  Poised aflame in this way, I embark upon a literary pilgrimage, a word yatra… There are no temple walls, no paths, no teachers, no teachings.  There is only willingness to be sucked into this black hole that is the unambivalent, exuberant absorption into the subject of Larson’s inquiry: contemplate the extent and the ways of “the writer’s ability to bring his spirituality into syntactic being.”

If only I could shout out and make echo my cry through the tunnels of time:  “Beloved ones, all your words have a passionate Lover…  Yogi Ma! 

I deeply appreciate the reverent way Laron writes about Peter Mattheissen’s Snow Leopard. His respect for Mattheissen’s process presents the layers and beauty of the inner journey that inspire me to be alert to every eternity within this moment. Zen with infinite Zero within one single breath that is with me and one with the Pavan Guru.

So, I add Thomas Larson to my ever-growing list of men for whom I chant So Purkh.  I cannot say that I am chanting for any particular reason or means to any end. I have lost faith and am not religious. I simply love the feeling of this Shabad on my tongue and the way it dances on the upper palate of my mouth. Delicious! I roar. Delicious! It’s pure and simple infinite sensual pleasure.  Roaring the So Purkh Shabad makes my heart grow large enough to fit everything into its embrace.  Roaring the So Purkh Shabad gives me strength to fall madly in love with myself and the universe. Thomas Larson and many of these other men will never know that I roar So Purkh on their behalf (such is the ignorance of men!). Oh why is it that sometimes I still like to squirm and wonder and wrestle over a maddening contemplation: what difference does it make to chant So Purkh for men and total strangers? And when this line of inquiry makes me mad, I roar that Shabad some more. Beloved Guru Ram Das, can you hear me?    

Thank you, Spirituality and the Writer for being here with me.  As I go, I hang this book upon the Pole Star.  I watch the book float weightless at midnight. I ride this book on the heaving surf of the Primordial Ocean.  And when the pages are wet with sea water, I use them to wash my body clean. I am happy. My interior horizons quiver and quake with In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God.  The beings in this beginning realm never intended books as sources of knowledge. Maybe books are beings that cradle the Word / God and bend time and space and illuminate the inner life with deeper wonder and awe. Books are the tantric shelter. Books are bridges. 

I cannot contain the expressive storm much longer. Silence between these two heart beats grows louder than thunder.  I have already begged the Primal Being make me Her / His / or Its humble scribe.  I have already roared and screamed and sang out crazy wisdom to no one. No one reads a joyful writer. Why is it that writers must always give best expression to the tortured soul to win praises from cool guys like Thomas Larson? Oh, great, have I written myself into a corner where I can finally mope and brood? Ugh! Help!

I am empty.

So, now I shall wait.  

Yogi Bhajan said the highest art is to sit and wait and let it come. Am I supposed to believe that when I had embraced with my heart the highest art is literature…? Oh, well. I have no more faith in any of it at all anymore, not art, not yoga. So now is the best moment to sit and wait and let it come. Imagine reading an endless book called The History of Waiting. Let’s hang that one on the Pole Star!

Come, thunder!  Come, lightning!  Come, all dark intensity! 

This one quiet yogi awaits You.

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Day Eleven

One Heart Haiku

Southern Africa

Shamans ignite the One Heart Fire

My flame burns here.

 

One with the Sun and

feel all enlightened as One.

Now we’ll stay real close.

I want to express Infinite Gratitude to the San Bushmen of southern Africa for their One Heart Fire ceremony they hold today in Capetown.  It is so comforting to know that there are people today who value and unhold ancient wisdom.  It is so comforting to know there are custodians of our Soul Medicine who have the courage to commit to upholding ancient tradition.  Even though I am one ordinary woman living in southern California, I feel touched by the shamans’ One Heart Fire.  I feel passionate yearning to merge into the energy and intention of the One Heart Fire.  From this moment on, I promise to do my best to honor and encourage the growth of Enlightened Unity Consciousness in whatever humble ways that may serve my environments.  I celebrate humanity’s entrance into the Ninth Wave of Creation.  Sat Nam!

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Day Nine

Remain in Gurpranam.

Sit on the heals.  Forehead rests on the Earth.  The hands press together in prayer mudra above the head.  We fold the body into a cozy arc.  The universe turns dark and humble to prepare.  We bow.  We wait.

Everything becomes completely still.  Wait.  We savor these moments just before a blissful union.  Extend that stillness as long as possible.  We are encouraged to indulge in longing.  The divine adores longing.

The only thing that reaches into this long stillness is

The Breath.

Beloved!  Forget that we are human.  Forget that this planet exists.

There is no human body.  There is no human mind.  There is no human spirit.

There is Breath of God. There is Breath of Life.

Breath of Life.

Breath of God.

Breath of God.

Breath of Life.

Breath of Life.

Breath of God will herald the Age of Enlightened Unity Consciousness.  Breath of God expands where Inhale and Exhale merge into Onehale.  Beloved Breath of God ignites the One Heart Fire.

Plesae join the San Shamans of southern Africa as they observe the sacred ceremony of Igniting the One Heart Fire.  Let’s all bring more Soul back into the collective consciousness.  On May 24, 2017, light a candle and say a prayer.

Sat Nam!

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Day Eight

Dwell in enlightened unity consciousness and feel the blessing of every being’s highest potential.  My gifts are yours.  Your gifts are mine.  There is no longer a need for giving because everything is shared.  As One, We share all that is continually conferred by the dazzling universe.  This Great Shimmer!  This Great Happy Dance!  Let every inhale share in our expansion into divine grace.  Let every exhale share every brilliant, conscious prayer to feed the One Heart Fire.  Sat Nam!

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Day Five

True human communion and the urgent need to nurture unity consciousness in our times call for radical transformation.  For this transformation to be soulful and aligned with Mother Nature, who needs political demonstrations?  Who needs debates and a whole lot of sensationalist drama?

For radical transformation that honors the Ninth Wave of Creation, humble prayers and shamanic ceremonial fire will do.

I visited the Four Winds website to learn

How to Create a Shamanic Fire Ceremony

These days leading up to the Ignite the One Heart ceremony, I intend to place all the Old Story on a spirit arrow and quietly request that the old story be transformed within the One Heart Fire.

Please join me in practicing Maha Gyan Agni Pranayam to honor the San Shamans of southern Africa as they hold an ancient ritual to Ignite the One Heart Fire on May 24, 2017.

Humble prayer:

May we continue to wrap our awareness around quiet prayers the way sunlight wraps its warmth around the trees.  May we dissolve every story into gentle communion with the One Heart.  Sat Nam!

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Day Two

I appreciate this blog post from the Huff Post that discusses Unity Consciousness.  What I want to celebrate and embrace most is the idea of moving from communication to communion.

It is so satisfying to be able to enjoy communion with one another.  Try it.  Communicate directly heart-to-heart, without using words.  Make eye contact.  Acknowledge all that we share.  Focus on our connections:  We all suffer.  We all fear losing what we love.  We all die.  We all experience loss.  We all need to forgive ourselves.  We all long to be loved.  We all contain infinite potential to create.  When we focus attention on these commonalties, we heal through building more connection.  It sounds simple.  It is.  Just commit to practicing it.

Please join me in eleven days of practicing Maha Gyan Agni Pranayam.  And on May 24, light a candle and say a humble prayer for humanity to evolve through enlightened Unity Consciousness.  Honor the Shamanic San Bushmen of southern Africa as they Ignite the One Heart Fire.  May we resonate with the 9th Wave of Creation.

Sat Nam!