Crystal Consciousness

I am honored to be here. There is strength in the masks that are cracking before us. This culturally diverse acceptance of a conscious consumerism is breaking ground and allowing new growth to emerge from the battlefield. This “battle” is not one of physical force, but one that has emerged from our inner struggle to find ourselves as something more than what we are in this world. But what do we find when we look outside of ourselves? We find our fears, our pain, our creativity stifled in a world of constructs built upon our “need” to industrialize our sense of power. Thus, we create war within ourselves, each other and the world, at large.
In the meantime, our soul yearns for more. We birth new challenges, children, “dreams” based on illusions. We raise our expectations, our salaries, our kids to dream a dream that has walls with no room to breathe. We begin to drown in our own hope to rise above that which we have created. The walls begin to crumble. And when the walls fall…
What we thought was real can only be seen in the backdrop of our imagination. The Truth begins to surface. And in this Truth, we see in a new way. Our breath is not our own yet it moves through us, stirring the birth of a new understanding, opening the buds of our eyes and cleansing our hearts with the tears of rain that fall from above.
Coming to terms with this new vision is not always easy. We might feel as though we are “losing it.” We might wonder why all that we “worked” for has come crashing down upon us. But just as these turbulent feelings rise like the burning sun, so does the spark of a creativity so real, so full of passion to live beyond the struggle of our past limitations. We are NOT these limitations. We are not our past – not years ago nor seconds before this moment.
When we meet ourselves as a reflection of all that exists, the unknown wraps around us, bathing us in the power of love. Humility fills our hearts with the Truth of compassion…compassion for our Selves, for others and the world in which we live. We “awaken” to our core purpose – a “core” that is a reflection of the core of the earth, the “spine” of our evolution. When we strengthen our spine, our core aligns with the cosmos, presenting possibilities unfathomable to many. But what is unfathomable becomes that which is attainable and thus, creates a bridge to the other side.
We must let go of our mind to find the crystals of our heart. We must not speak of our Selves without losing that which we think we are in the process. It is in this space, this sacred place of identity beyond identity, that we find ourselves. It is when we become our Selves, that we meet others as they Truly ARE, and it is when we all come together – through the power of Love - that the Earth evolves within us as we simultaneously evolve within the Earth - and in this sacred space of union, the craft of crystal consciousness is formed.

To Know Your Soul.

Is there any way to know your soul? I once discovered that diving deeper into the unknown to swallow algae and dig up underwater masks hiding in the darkness of our unconscious was the answer.
Life is a metaphor of meaning. We find our meaning in the metaphors we create.
I took a walk one day to fall in love with a star. The coyotes yipped in the nearby desert. A meteor fell to the ground. My eyes grew weak and changed direction with the moon…strengthened, once again, by the matriarchal glow of unity.
When I saw myself through the mirror of time, a celebration was taking place:
Peonies, mushrooms, dancing fairies flitting from mushroom caps to lily pads... Open your window! Come out and play!
Today, I formed a mischievous union with my soul. We burrowed within a hollow log, conjuring magic through the transparent darkness that threatened to enter. I found a soft spot in my heart and drank from the luminous thread of life.
Fear is not welcome here.
When the time came for the sun to rise, the dancing fairies found sanctuary in the same portal of transcendence as I. What called for such a creation?
The wine glass clinked against the log walls. A toast was made. The cells of creation were birthing something new.
What was it?
An imminent space of light pulsed through my blood, my veins, the images of what was and wasn’t within me. Nothing was the same yet everything was just that... No questions asked. No need to answer.
The party was just beginning. The masks, overturned.
You came to me like a whirlwind streaming clear of the summer breeze. Mixing cold and hot, warm and cool, dark and light, shadow and endless beauty beaming through a third place of sight – the vortex of illumination.
Perhaps this union was a merging of hearts? Perhaps a marriage of superstition? Perhaps a label without a need to label at all?
Love was the answer to all the questions never asked.
I am grateful you celebrated too.

Perceptual Poetics

Perception is primordial. The reciprocity of of our senses - our Self - with what we see and live amongst and within is a continuous, flow of energetic exchange, a non-verbal communion as both Abrams and Sewall would agree with. I believe there are different levels of "sensing" and "experiencing" with the environment and non-human world. When I sense the landscape around me - and I mean, truly OPEN my Self to experiencing a deep sense of "one-ness" with the Earth, I become the Earth. I feel her pain (the Gaian messenger) that allows my sensual body to open the clouds of emotion and pour my longing for a deeper communion and healing through tears. Sometimes these tears release the pain and open up, yet another perceptive place of ritual and dance. I perceive myself sharing sacred space with the elements - honoring the Goddess and God - nurturing unity near water, land, skies and now, FIRE. This fire burns inside of me. It perpetuates a place of creation - a spark of creativity rising from the ashes of my anger - the hurt and pain I feel WITHIN the Earth and the people, animals, etc around me.
Then perception rises again. The unconscious waves crash up against my fears - "grounding" what is "unreal" onto the shore of understanding. Nature Spirit speaks through me and all that I am here with. I catch my Self noticing that I am not here yet there and then here again. The veil bleeds margins of perceptual beauty amidst the painful elements I have created in a lower vibration. These vibrations (seeming polarities) merge and neutralize (a sense of oneness imbues).

There is something clear in this space of interconnection. My fingers dance across the keys of this computer merging with the energy and vitality of creation itself. I am birthing something here and still, something is dying. My perceived reality before this moment is fading into something new. The clock is ticking yet in this moment, a timelessness exists. When Spirit speaks, a transcendental vibration creates stillness yet the fluidity of the moment is like a spinning/whirling dervish - conjuring a portal of awareness that sits still in the spiral dance of life.

Perception is like this for me. Moving yet still. Infinite energetic exchange - even when my "limited perception" views the world as finite - and yet ever changing.