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Sunday, January 22, 2017

How I Did It 

How I Did It

First, it was the books.
So many, I lost count
years back.

When I was eight (in Oklahoma)
my mother (who aspired to become
a writer, for her, a sacred occupation)
took me to the library
to get my card.

I checked out Black Beauty
and the rest was history.

First it was Heidi,
Jo in the bay window
munching on an apple,
Robin Hood
and his Merry Men.

I even managed a getup
of my own, with a cow's horn
slung over my shoulder,
a hat with a feather,
and a fake bow and arrow
from the dime store.

Soon thereafter it became
Plato's cave.
A little Dante,
a bit of Shakespeare
and Whitman.
And of course
Emily and her buzzing fly.

And also
Emerson and his nose,
Thoreau by his pond.

It was they
who convinced me
never to be a materialist.

I have succeeded
beyond my wildest dreams.

But I did keep writing,
poems, essays,
no fiction, no

My life became a story
that I could never have invented.
It is a secret tale,
only for the initiated.

If you are reading this,
you probably wouldn't

Dorothy Walters
January 22, 2017

(New book: "Some Kiss We Want: Poems Selected and New")

Note:  Actually, if you are reading this on FB or the blog, you are likely someone who would understand, for you are having your own spiritual transformative journey and are a
kindred soul.  I was thinking of those who are so intellectually sophisticated that they are "domed against heaven" (as if they wore a hard hat to guard against god/goddess) and thus dare not risk encounters with more transcendent forms of experience, especially Kundalini awakening.)

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Wisdom from Lawrence Edwards and a bit of dialogue 

Lawrence Edwards is one of the most knowledgable and experienced teachers/meditation leaders in our time.  He is an invaluable resource for all seeking deeper awareness of the nature of Kundalini, both through his writings and recordings and meditation classes.  He also offers counsel in person or by phone for those seeking personal assistance in treading the difficult path of awakened Kundalini.  He is a psychotherapist with a Jungian perspective.



And this link:  http://theyogalunchbox.co.nz/lawrence-edwards-on-the-divine-power-of-kundalini-awakening/

To see these, go to the dates:
December 2016
Rick Archer from Buddha at the Gas Pump interviewed Lawrence for 2 hours on the extraordinary power of grace and revelation known in the yogic tradition as Kundalini.

October 7, 2016
New Zealand’s most popular yoga teacher, author and blogger, Kara-Leah Grant, offered a video interview of Lawrence speaking about a wide range of topics related to Kundalini awakening and unfolding.


from Lawrence:

Many ancient teachings are encoded in symbols and metaphor and are considered "self-protected", meaning that without the necessary level of teaching and understanding they won't be unlocked by lower minds.  To me this corresponds with Piaget's work on cognitive development.  After concrete operational thinking comes formal operational thinking and for the small percentage of the population who progress through that stage there are post-formal operational thinking levels of development.  These progress to symbolic, metaphoric levels of knowing.  Shakti can and does propel people out of their concrete thinking, but when they return they think about and speak about the experiences in concrete terms.  This happens with people when they have near death experiences as well, or out of body experiences, and then come back and talk in concrete terms once again.  I really think this is how religions and dogma are created and sustained.

The old Zen adage, "don't confuse the finger for the moon," exactly warns against taking the symbol which points beyond itself for the thing in itself.  The finger points to the moon but isn't the moon.  The symbol points beyond itself.  Shakti, the word, the symbol, points to the living, throbbing, pulsing, boundlessly creative, loving, rapturous, Consciousness, here, now, everywhere.  The point is to enter that state, here, now, everywhere, which transcends and subsumes, overwhelms and supports our ordinary reality.

Jai Ma!  Jai Ma!  Jai Ma!


from Dorothy:

One small comment:  of course, once we pass beyond the realm of the ineffable (back to familiar consciousness) we must indeed use concrete terms to try to communicate our experience, since that is the only vocabulary we have.  However, at times when we are ourselves in the state of divine rapture, we can feel similar energies and frequencies of others and then we “communicate” without language.  And the more we progress in our own evolution, the more sensitive we become to such wordless forms of communion.  It is bliss, bliss, bliss––always more, coming at unexpected times and in unanticipated flavors.

Jai Mai indeed!

from Dorothy:

Here is a question I am thinking about:  Is Kundalini the same as the Holy Spirit in the Bible?

from Lawrence:

Dear Dorothy,

Yes, that's it, that's pointing to the ineffable beyond words, beyond maps and symbols.  I wrote in my first book, The Soul's Journey, that Kundalini is known as Holy Spirit to Christians, though She is obscured by so many layers of dogma, She still reveals Herself through mystic lovers of the Divine.

Om Kali Ma!


from Lawrence:

Dear Dorothy,

. . .it isn't necessary for a person to experience chakras, nadis, etc. to know the Divine.  Kundalini is the power of revelation and transformation and if She doesn't need the symbolic, archetypal map of chakras and nadis to bring us into sublime realms of ecstasy, love, rapturous I awareness in unity with all.  People are getting so caught up in the chakra system and wanting experiences of that instead of wanting what She really has to give!  Of course, you already know this, and people need to understand She isn't bound by any particular map or system.  She created them and She will destroy them, transcend them, play with them, but never be bound by them.  Jai Kali Ma!

All love my dear friend,

Lawrence Edwards, PhD, BCN Senior Fellow, LMHC
Author of The Soul's Journey: Guidance From The Divine Within, Awakening Kundalini: The Path to Radical Freedom, Kali's Bazaar penned by Kalidas, and OM NAMAH SHIVAYA meditation and chanting CD

Friday, January 20, 2017

Invocation––John Seed 

We call upon the spirit of evolution, the miraculous force that inspires rocks and dust to weave themselves into biology. You have stood by us for millions and billions of years—do not forsake us now.

Empower us and awaken in us pure and dazzling creativity. You that can turn scales into feathers, seawater to blood, caterpillars to butterflies, metamorphose our species, awaken in us the powers that we need to survive the present crisis and evolve into more aeons of our solar journey. Awaken in us a sense of who we truly are: tiny ephemeral blossoms on the Tree of Life.

Make the purposes and destiny of that tree our own purpose and destiny. Fill each of us with love for our true Self, which includes all of the creatures and plants and landscapes of the world. Fill us with a powerful urge for the wellbeing and continual unfolding of this Self.

May we speak in all human councils on behalf of the animals and plants and landscapes of the Earth. May we shine with a pure inner passion that will spread rapidly through these leaden times. May we all awaken to our true and only nature—none other than the nature of Gaia, this living planet Earth. We call upon the power which sustains the planets in their orbits, that wheels our Milky Way in its 200-million-year spiral, to imbue our personalities and our relationships with harmony, endurance and joy.

Fill us with a sense of immense time so that our brief, flickering lives may truly reflect the work of vast ages past and also the millions of years of evolution whose potential lies in our trembling hands.

O stars, lend us your burning passion.
O silence, give weight to our voice.
We ask for the presence of the spirit of Gaia.


Thursday, January 19, 2017

Even if You Have Trudged––poem by Dorothy 

Even if You Have Trudged

It is never too late.

Even if you have trudged
through snow and ice
for a thousand miles
and still have not arrived.

Even if the map is lost
and the compass broken.

When the eagle who is
supposed to guide you
goes off on a tangent
of its own
and you know you are,
once again, deserted,
do not fall into
the pit of despair.
It will return,
brighter than ever.

There will be feather tokens
falling down.

Nothing is irredeemable.
Nothing is lost forever.

Be guided by the stars.
Let the moonlight
direct your steps.

There will be a path
that will open
in the forest.

The treasure which is yours
is waiting.

Dorothy Walters
"Some Kiss We Want: Poems Selected and New"

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

How the American Dream Became a Nightmare 

How the American Dream Became a Nightmare

We thought it was ours
to hold and love.

Land of the free,
home of the brave.
The founding fathers
and their wisdom
we fed to our children:
all men, etc.

Perhaps we forgot about those who
got left out,
had their lands taken away,
were put in chains or
made to labor in the fields,
long hours,
no pay,
lash on the back.

But for so many of us
it was tea time all
the time.
Fancy houses,
sleek cars,
fur coats and
diamond rings.
Even the rest wanted
what they did not have.

But something
got left out.
Something we
forgot we needed,
vital as air.

We lost the connection,
the one that keeps us
that reminds us that who
we are is not measured
by the number of cars
in the driveway,
how many bathrooms
our house contains.

Only now are we
beginning to wonder
what it is we lack,
what our shadow
is telling us,
the one we have installed
to lead us forward

Beyond that shadow,
the light is waiting.

Let us enter together.

Dorothy Walters
January 18, 2017

This poem by Lisel Mueller suggests the way:

It hovers in dark corners
before the lights are turned on,
it shakes sleep from its eyes
and drops from mushroom gills,
it explodes in the starry heads
of dandelions turned sages,
it sticks to the wings of green angels
that sail from the tops of maples.

It sprouts in each occluded eye
of the many-eyed potato,
it lives in each earthworm segment
surviving cruelty,
it is the motion that runs the tail of a dog,
it is the mouth that inflates the lungs
of the child that has just been born.

It is the singular gift
we cannot destroy in ourselves,
the argument that refutes death,
the genius that invents the future,
all we know of God.

It is the serum which makes us swear
not to betray one another;
it is in this poem, trying to speak.

~ Lisel Mueller ~

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer––"Apology"––poem 


Sometimes I forget that you
are already whole. I imagine
that I might fix you. I apologize
for this. It rises not from what
you’ve done, but from my lack

of grace. In the riverbed, look,
not a single rock is out of place.
In the field, every blade of grass
is exactly where it’s supposed to be.
I can tell myself this—but

I have not learned the art
of leaning into the world
exactly as it is. I make up exceptions.
I make up my rules. I think
I know something. And then

I trip on my certainty,
my pretty shoulds lose all their feathers.
Oh this practice,
it disarms us so perfectly,
this practice of loving each other.

~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Some Unusual Phenomena 

Some Unusual Phenomena

I can't help it. I am interested in the many unusual, fringe, unbelievable phenomena that seem to be occurring all around us.  I am currently reading a book by Don Daniels called "Becoming a Cosmic Citizen."  In this book, he begins with a sighting of a UFO which he signaled with two blinks of light and then was answered by two responding blinks.  I don't know what the rest of the book will hold, but this one incident is itself something to ponder.

Just now I looked at Patty Greer's website at www.PattyGreer. net.  Patty has for years visited and filmed the crop circles in England.  Her films are themselves beautiful, and reveal the intricate and aesthetic patterns woven into the fields of wheat, corn, and other crops by these unknown entities.  She even includes a film of two orbs in the process of creating these formations, and captures the tracks of their digital communications with one another as they buzz over the land.  She also presents the strange digital code embedded in one of the circles, this being the same code sent into space some years back by the U. S. as an effort to communicate with space beings.

Of special interest to me was her revelation that as she lay in the center of the crop circles, she felt intense energies entering her body.  I am fascinated by energy events since I am convinced (like many others) that we live in a vast field of energy and that when we experience Kundalini awakening, we are tapping into and connecting with the life force itself, the energy that underlies and sustains all of creation.  Some call this God, some Brahma, some of us the Beloved.  Whatever the name, it denotes immeasurable and indescribable energy and we are all part of it, whether we are conscious of this or not.

Another area that has captured my own recent interest is that of "beings" who appear in consciousness or perhaps manifest externally for certain witnesses.  I have just listened to a friend's account of an incident some years past when she saw the figure of Jesus as she was meditating with a group with her eyes closed.  This being was brilliantly lighted and surrounded in colors not seen on earth.  He radiated immeasurable love.  When she opened her eyes, she saw that her hands had automatically lifted above her head and were pointing to the woman next to her, who was seriously ill.

Now all of the above might be explained away as delusion or imagination, except for the fact that when she asked her friend what his experience had been during the meditation, he described the same image of Jesus, the same message, and found his hands had unconsciously lifted and were also pointed to the same ill woman.

As a result of this life changing experience, my friend has dedicated herself to healing others through spiritual/mental/energetic means and, with the assistance of helpers from other planes, she and her fellow healers have helped many heal and improve.

Another friend recently described to me an incident in which two very tall beings not of human origin appeared before her.  She was not alone in this visitation.  A friend was with her, and he also saw these visitors.

What am I or any of us to make of such events?  Obviously, to quote Shakespeare, "There is more on heaven and earth than you or I can dream of."  Indeed, we live at the heart of mystery, and although science makes some progress in unraveling the apparent material makeup of the world about, what we have learned in this way is minuscule compared with the vast enigma that is the cosmos and we human occupants of our one small planet.

I feel the best approach is to investigate all that comes our way that captures our imagination, but to tread slowly, not necessarily drawing a final conclusion about the validity or truth of any, but always keeping an open mind.  In the meantime, I feel that each unique individual experience provides a tiny piece of the giant puzzle that surrounds us.

Monday, January 16, 2017



Snow on the high peaks.

Mist in the valley.

Birdsong swallowed in

I alone by the fire
with my invisible.

Dorothy Walters
January 15, 2017

Sunday, January 15, 2017

The Holy Temptress 

The Holy Temptress

Her primary attribute
is that she is unpredictable.

Fickle suitor,
sometimes She  enters
by cheek or brow,
sometimes by hands,
and again in the chakras,
high or low.

She is like a lover
who slips up behind
and gives you a kiss
on your neck
before you know who is

She is waiting
when you wake up
ready to enfold you
in Her arms.

Always when She beckons
you come.

Dorothy Walters
January 15, 2017

Saturday, January 14, 2017

More from Neeta Sharma and her awakening of the third eye 

Here is more from Neeta Sharma on the awakening of her third eye.  This time I am not going to edit her description but let her tell it in her own words. (I assume that since she is from India, English is not her first language.  Overall she is quite fluent.)

My 5th Dimensional Expansion Experience––Continued
by Neeta Sharma Kumar

I was feeling bit restless entire night and had divine experience early in the morning.. There appeared golden fishing net like layer in front of me, which was suddenly pulled away bring in light loads of it. It appeared to me like I had finally gone through the process of moulting like snakes.

My root chakra cleared, healed and activated and this process of cleansing , healing, regenerating and activating of all my 7 chakras continued. Thus completely clearing and activating the meridians first Ida(mental force of consciousness-feminine energy), Pingala( vital and active life force- masculine energy) and the Sushmana ( Kundalini) . This once again caused to awakening of Kundalini experience at microcosm,macrocosm and megacosm. A fountain of energy [emerged] ; light started to flow from a height beyond my human comprehension.

My Ida( female) meridian got completely cleared, clearing my feminine aspects of my past lives as well as female ancestors. This activated my Pingala meridian, clearing my masculine aspects of my past lives and male ancestors too. It appeared to have completely cleared my physical body and started to work at meridian aspect and cleansing, clearing my meridians and subtle body layers/koshas-- Annamaya Kosha ( physical body), Pranamaya Kosha( meridians), Manomaya Kosha( emotional mind and senses) Vijanamaya Kosha( intuitive) and Anandamaya Kosha( bliss) . Thus, this  led to activation of  my cosmic and spiritual consciousness.

This lead to activation of my Naval consciousness - seat of 72 meridians and divine union of male and female consciousness at each chakras, in my body and beyond making me active SRI YANTRA., activating first vibration of manifestation and creation.

Then, once again had  Kundalini awakening experience like  pulsation in my root chakra leading to rush of energy upward through my spine out of my crown chakra and shower of energy and light like fountain .....still in the bliss... It seems I have escaped the 3D dense energy finally.....Some huge chakaras activated ( beyond my body size)... gratitude..

(image from internet)

Friday, January 13, 2017

Leonard Cohen––Democracy 


It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feels
that it ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming through a crack in the wall,
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the sorrow on the street
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of G-d in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
o mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
past the Reefs of Greed
through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on
It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
that the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming to the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on
o mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
past the Reefs of Greed
through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on
I'm sentimental if you know what I mean:
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

- Leonard Cohen

(I have always loved Leonard Cohen.  True, he is ironic, sometimes caustic, but he speaks some necessary truths about the shadow side of our country.  Beneath it all, he loves America and is distressed to view the many shams and corruptions that can beset us.  His recordings are classics.)

Thursday, January 12, 2017

"Always"––poem by Dorothy 


(for the Beloved Within)

Always, this is the thing
we hope for,
the desire we hold dear:

"Only a glimpse,"
we say,
"a taste,
a brief swallow. . ."
And thus we will be sated,
brought to the fountain
where the water ever flows,
the fire sweeps us
into a new configuration,
and we are satisfied at last. . .

even as the light
fades around us,
even as the music plays

Dorothy Walters
January 9, 2017

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

"Ever Our Beginning"––poem by Dorothy 

Ever Our Beginning

This, then, is ever our beginning.

It is never easy,
this moving ahead,
this coming to the place
where you and the Other
are one.

You have come here
in the way
that your are.

You will leave
much the same,
not wearing wigs
and false robes,
nor assuming the guise
of all your past authorities
but rather in the innocence
of what has always been you,
the hallmark
of your special
even as now
the wind speaks its secrets,
howling down the mountain
the rain making its way
into our hearts,
as we strain
to grasp
what is being said,
to hear the message
hidden in the
tight bud unfolding,
the cloud passing overhead
into the violet sun,
all fading in silence
and somewhere a whisper:

This is your beloved
arriving to embrace you
in a final recognition.
Be silent and attend.

Dorothy Walters
January 9, 2017
(inspired by Eliot, "East Coker")

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Launching "Some Kiss We Want: Poems Selected and New" 

Launching "Some Kiss We Want: Poems Selected and New"

It took place last Friday and again on Saturday.  It was the reading and book launch of my latest volume, "Some Kiss We Want: Poems Selected and New."

For me, this event was the culmination of a long lifetime of writing and entering close communion with what I call "the Beloved Within," and what many feel is in fact the Holy Spirit of the Bible (Kundalini).

Andrew Harvey had come from many miles away to help me read and then sign these volumes that were available.  Before the  first evening was over, we had in effect sold out. Andrew himself is a noted world teacher and writer and spiritual leader, beloved by thousands over the world.  He has long been my supporter and mentor.  He himself had insisted that I publish spiritual poetry many years ago, and he has continued to encourage my efforts ever since.  He was the motivating force for this book.

Andrew is well known and his name alone was enough to fill the hall (about 100 people).  They consisted of what Flannery O'Connor called "the right (audience)." These are the Rumi lovers, the devotees of the Mother, the friends of the light.  Many were touched at a very deep level by these poems, and many wept as they listened, for such poems may enter the soul at a very deep level.  A love field was created, and this energy spread over the entire group.

As various ones came forward to get their books signed, one woman told me that she had never liked poetry before until she heard these verses.

Some even chose to come back a second night.

For me, this evening was perhaps the highlight of my life.  It represented a culmination and a verification of that path I have followed for virtually all of my life.  I felt surrounded by loving friends and sweet energies of love.

A documentary was made of the evening and I hope it will be available soon for those who could not attend in person.  In the meantime, this book (along with those separate volumes on which it is based) is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble .

I am still trying to "come down" from such excitement.  Indeed, I feel blessed in all ways.

And may each of you be kissed by the Spirit many times over.

Monday, January 09, 2017

Kundalini Rapture––Stephan Tracy 

by Stephen Tracy

Oh wonders of wonders when the serpent of Shakti / Kundalini is released!
Grace upon grace surges through all my chakras, filling every finite aspect of my being with infinite radiance of divine Love and Light!
The higher Self takes over every cell and molecule of my body. Bliss and dynamic cosmic energy shoot in and out of all that I am. My body becomes a divine channel / a vessel of radiant, powerful life force. Each breath draws in and releases this radiant energy of infinite Light. The vibrations flow like waves of surging power - like a wave in the ocean, building, building, then peaking at the crest and releasing all its energy as it falls down back into its self - into infinite stillness of perfect peace.
Oh blissful, sweet grace of heaven.
Oh blissful, never ending love.
Oh blissful Light and Joy.
Oh blissful surge of God.
Oh blissful I AM - one with the universe, with infinite Grace.
Oh blissful Shakti / Grace of heaven.
How I worship and love thee within my entire being.
Oh great divine Lover, Shakti / Kali / Kundalini.
Oh sacred feminine sweetness of bliss, compassion, love, joy, sublime beauty.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you - for accepting me and filling me with your beauty bliss of eternal divine Love. I am humbled by Your great love dwelling within me.
Om. Shanti, Shanti, Shanti...

Thursday, January 05, 2017

Gregory Orr––"The Beloved Moves Through the World"––poem 

The Beloved Moves Through the World

The beloved moves through the world.
Is the world.
Becomes the hundred things we love
Or the one and only thing or person
We love.
Shifting, restless,
Refusing to incarnate in a final form,
As if to teach us to keep our eyes
Moving if we want to see the bird
Flitting from bush to tree:

There it is! No, there. No,
It's hidden now, you can't see it,
But you can hear its song.

~ Gregory Orr ~

(Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved)

(image from internet)

Tuesday, January 03, 2017

The Climbers 

I know what you want.

Something that speaks to you
just where you are.

As if this plateau you are on
was the only place
you were going to be,
the proper station
for one of your attainments.

Listen, my darling,
there are peaks and mountain heights
up ahead.

We are all climbing to
the next level,
using the equipment
we have brought with us.

Don't stop.
Don't imagine you can now rest,
take a nap,
or check your messages.
Or hang around on the cliff face,
dangling in space,
hoping somebody will find you
and pull you up
while your ropes hold.

This is not a dress rehearsal.
It is your own play,
the one you wrote and are writing
even now, even this very day.

Dorothy Walters
January 3, 2017

(image from internet)

The Inner Music 

The Inner Music

If you have only learned the signs and colors,
you have missed it.

If you memorize the petals
and the aspects of the body,
even the animals,
that is not where it is.

The charts and classifications,
they lead you astray,
no wedding day arrives.

Only the inner kiss
of the beloved
take you there.

embracing in the blood,
constant happening,
love play within,
music of desire,
only this,
only this.

Dorothy Walters
January 3, 2017
(image from internet)

Monday, January 02, 2017

The Angel 

The Angel

There is a certain kind of woman
I can't resist.

She is about 60 and calls you hon.

She works behind a counter
or maybe loads the groceries.

She talks in a kind
of whiskey baritone.

You can tell from her face
that she has been through rehab,
and still longs
for a shot
now and then,
but needs to keep clean
to hang onto this job.

She will ask
if you are o.k.
and give you a ride

She is the kind of person
that angels are made of.

She is someone
are glad to know.

You are grateful
she is in your world.

Dorothy Walters
January 2, 2017

Swami's Prayer for Christmas and the New Year 

Swamiji's Prayer for Christmas and the New Year

Let us realize our inner strength and potential and learn to rejoice in the glory of our Self.
Let us learn to dream and fulfill that dream without fear of criticism or misunderstanding.
Let us not expect someone else to make our life richer or fuller or more satisfying.
Let us not wait for the tomorrow. Let us cherish each present moment and forget the morrow.
Let us accept people as they are and not judge them in accordance with our personal ideas and experiences.
Let us accept and respect viewpoints contrary to our own.
Let us follow the dictates of our conscience even if they clash with the views of all those around us.
Let us take the courage to walk alone if necessary in our chosen path.
Let us strive to satisfy the longings of our heart even if doing so is ridiculed by our family or elders or peers.
Let us learn to convert our pain and weaknesses into instruments of change and growth.
Let us strive to develop more tolerance, acceptance, calmness and forgiveness with each passing day.

Love and blessings,
Yogacharya Dharmananda (Swamiji)

Hildegard of Bingen 

Dear Viriditas Community,

On a recent Lufthansa flight from Frankfurt to Denver, I discovered a new album called Dom by Blank and Jones. As I listened, I felt this powerful wave of Joy flow through my being. This German DJ and Producer duo combined the music of Saint Hildegard and powerful electronic sounds to launch a spectacular multimedia concert in the Cologne Cathedral last summer. What is the Joy about that these two men accessed in their phenomenal creation?

from Jeannine Goode-Allen

Saint Hildegard speaks to this Joy in her song O Viridissima Virga which will be at the heart of the second group event in the series Healing With Saint Hildegard on January 7th.  In this song she writes:

     “So the skies rained dew on the grass
     and the whole Earth exulted,
     for Her womb brought forth wheat,
     and the birds of Heaven
     made their nests in it.
     Then food was prepared for humans
     And great Joy for the banqueters.
     So, in You, sweet Virgin,
     No Joy ever fails.”

I believe we are all called to be the sweet Virgin in whom no Joy ever fails. Blank and Jones certainly succeeded in this last year. The Joy I accessed while listening to their music is created when we “bring forth wheat”, when we access our own divine nature and out of that nature CREATE.

Please join me on January 7th between 3:30pm and 5:00pm in the Viriditas Studio and let the music of St. Hildegard help you access your divine nature. We will be exploring what our “wombs” are meant to bring forth in 2017 so that we can know that in US no joy ever fails. Join me on the 7th so I can help you have a JOYOUS NEW YEAR!

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In Viriditas,

Sunday, January 01, 2017

John O'Donohue––"Blessed be the Longing"––poem 

Blessed be the Longing

Blessed be the longing that brought you here
And quickens your soul with wonder.
May you have the courage to listen to the voice of desire
That disturbs you when you have settled for something safe.
May you have the wisdom to enter generously into your own unease
To discover the new direction your longing wants you to take.
May the forms of your belonging–in love, creativity, and friendship–
Be equal to the grandeur and the call of your soul.
May the one you long for long for you.
May your dreams gradually reveal the destination of your desire.
May a secret Providence guide your thought and nurture your feeling.
May your mind inhabit your life with the sureness with which
your body inhabits the world.
May your heart never be haunted by ghost-structures of old damage.
May you come to accept your longing as divine urgency.
May you know the urgency with which God longs for you.
~ John O’Donohue

Saturday, December 31, 2016

New Year's Eve 

It was New Year's Eve and I was alone.  This was no problem, since I had been with friends at a spiritual gathering all afternoon and now was happy to be  in my own home.

Something had come up in our conversation about sound as related to the chakras.  One ancient Hindu theory holds that each chakra emits a special sound, and when it does so, that is proof of an awakened Kundalini.

I myself have never had such an experience.  Nor have I had the distance viewing or distance hearing that some have spoken of.  However, my friend described her own awakening that had included much sound, not in each chakra, but first as one note, then as the sound of everything that exists, then one and all at the same time.  This overwhelming experience had seriously unnerved her, almost shattering her psyche.  She never repeated it.

I stepped over to my bookcase to see if I had anything that would speak to the chakra/sound  topic.  I have many books on Kundalini, Tantra, energy healing and the like and now I stood in front of them seeking something on this subject.  I pulled out three books on tantra and thought how I would love to have time to read them once more, rather than being so bound to the computer for so much of my time (my choice, however).

Then the unexpected happened.  I felt soft Kundalini stirring in the root chakra.  It was gentle and sweet and filled with bliss.  So I did my familiar practice of moving my hands in circles up my body and as I did so, there was soft and blissful awakening in almost every chakra.

This was indeed a novel experience––Kundalini aroused not from reading but just by the presence of sacred texts.    Each time it is something new, something I have never heard of, something precious. Indeed, the process never ends.  It is always something unexpected, something more refined, always more subtle.

And I have never had anyone who could explain any of this to me.  Each of us is unique, and must make the journey for ourselves.  Sometimes it is a lonely path, however much bliss or ecstasy we may encounter on the way.  I think of John O'Donohue's words when he spoke of being 'betrothed to the invisible."

Then I sat down and asked for an image, and I saw (inwardly) a mother with a child in her lap.  I do not think it was the usual Mary and Baby Jesus representation, but rather pointed to the birth of the New Year and also, for me, the birth of a new self with the coming era.
But, of course, we are all of us being constantly born anew, with each instant of time as it unfolds.

And then I realized this image carried an even deeper message.  We are––all of us––being reshaped into a new configuration, the divine human.  This is the omega point that Teilhard spoke of, the destination foreseen by such writers as Shri Aurobindo.  We catch glimpses and taste of that new state of being now and again, but the progress itself is clear.
It is happening world wide as more and more are undergoing spiritual awakening, often propelled by Kundalini itself, for Kundalini is the god force, the goddess force, the ultimate creative energy of the universe itself.  It is source and end, beginning and ongoing process that never ends.

We are here at this time in history to witness and participate this marvelous transition of the human into the new formulation.

Happy New Year indeed, and blessings to all.


The Visitor––poem by Dorothy 

The Visitor

A knock came at the door.
"Who is it?" I cried.
"It is the Friend," said a voice.
"Go away," I shouted.
"I don't have a friend."

Next day, another knock came at my door.
"Who is it?" I demanded.
"It is the Friend," repeated the voice.
"Go away," I ordered.
"I don't have a friend."

On the next day, the knock came again.
This time, I decided to peer
through the window
to see who was was making such a racket.

And then I saw myself standing there,
waiting to come in.

Dorothy Walters
December, 2016

Friday, December 30, 2016

Andrew Harvey, Dorothy Walters, second night of reading announced 




When: Friday, January 6 and Saturday, January 7

What:  Dorothy Walters and Andrew Harvey reading poems and book signing for "Some  Kiss You Want: Poems Selected and New" by Dorothy Walters

Where: Boulder Caritas Center, 5723 Arapahoe Avenue, Ste. 1A

Cost: Members and students, $10.00  Non-members and all others,  $15.00

Some "Kiss You Want" is Dorothy's latest book, consisting of the best poems selected from her four previous volumes of poetry.

Andrew Harvey and Dorothy Walters will read poems from her new collection “Some Kiss We Want: Poems Selected and New” as part of a book launch for this volume.  Andrew wrote the introduction for this book.  The reading will be followed by discussion and book signing.  All who love sacred poetry are invited to attend.  Swamji will offer a brief blessing at the beginning, and Kabir and friend will offer musical selections.

Dorothy Walters experienced dramatic Kundalini awakening in l981.  She told almost no one of her experience until she met Andrew Harvey in San Francisco some fifteen years later.  He encouraged her to write sacred poetry and has been instrumental in her literary and spiritual development ever since, writing introductions and offering encouragement for many of her subsequent published volumes of verse.  She has now published four volumes of poetry.  “Some Kiss We Want” is a selection of the best of the poems included in those works.  She has also published a spiritual memoir detailing her Kundalini awakening experience in “Unmasking the Rose: A Record of a Kundalini Initiation.”  She is now completing a new volume to be called "Kundalini Splendor: The Future as Ecstasy," consisting of entries from her blog and Face Book entries over the years.

“Some Kiss We Want” has received widespread praise and acclaim: 

"These astonishing poems in Dorothy Walters’ "Some Kiss We Want" are at once a revelation and an incantation, humble and illumined, ecstatic and naked in the raw wounds of awakening. They are imbued with the fiery taste of the constantly disappearing sacred on the tongue. Mainly they are a call, as Walters says, to “ forget everything you know and open.” —Eve Ensler, playwright, performer, feminist, activist, The Vagina Monologues; In the Body of the World; The Good Body

In “Some Kiss We Want,” Dorothy Walters effortlessly weaves mystical jewels from all the living traditions—Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, and the Abrahamic lineages—with succulent poetic language. The tapestry that emerges from the warp of wisdom with the weft of beauty is a magical carpet. Fly this book straight into the arms of the Beloved.—Mirabai Starr, spiritual teacher, writer, mystic, The Interior Castle: St. Teresa of Avila; The Showings of Julian of Norwich; God of Love

"Of all modern visionary poets, Dorothy Walters is, to my mind, by far the wisest and most radiant. . .Read these poems carefully, and tears of awe and gratitude will come to your eyes, and you will be forever subtly changed.”––Andrew Harvey

Andrew Harvey is a world renowned spiritual teacher, writer, poet, workshop leader and counselor for vast numbers on the spiritual path.  Among his varied activities, he leads groups to India to visit the sacred sites, to Africa to view the white lions, and to Bali to experience the spiritual atmosphere of this ancient culture.  He has published over 30 books and is recognized as a major authority on the poet Rumi, whose work he has translated and written about.  He has been hailed as one of the most important spiritual figures in our time.  Andrew Harvey is Founder Director of the  Institute of Sacred Activism, "an international organization focused on inviting concerned people to take up the challenge of our contemporary global crises by becoming inspired, effective, and practical agents of institutional and systemic change, in order to create peace and sustainability." His most recent publications include “Play it More Beautifully: Conversations with Seymour”; and "Evolutionary Love Relationships: Passion, Authenticity, and Activism” (with Chris Saade).

 "Every age has its teachers, who keep the eternal truths alive for all of us. And when a generation is very, very lucky, it encounters a teacher so illumined that the words he delivers must be illumined as well. In the case of Andrew Harvey, the light he sheds is like a meteor burst across the inner sky.”––Marianne Williamson

Swamiji will offer a brief blessing at the beginning.  Kabul and friend will play beautiful music.

In a time of seeming darkness, come and celebrate the light together!

5723 Arapahoe Ave., Suite 1A
Boulder, CO 80303


Thursday, December 29, 2016

Advice for Pilgrims––poem by Dorothy 

Advice for Pilgrims

Carry a heavy staff.
You will need it,
some of the roads are rutted and steep,
blocked with boulders
and fallen trees.

Take a large water bottle.
There will be springs
along the way,
but many have dried
with time
and are no longer shown
on the maps.

Walk in shoes you already
know about.
Let them carry you where
you are trying to go.

Don't read too many guidebooks.
The were written for
other travelers,
people looking for
caves and cathedrals,
renowned repositories
of the dead,
humming with visitors.

Keep to your own path,
bed beneath the trees.

When night falls,
count the stars over your head.
That will tell you
how many days
you still have to go,
how long to journey's end.

Dorothy Walters

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