Kundalini Splendor

A Drunken Butterfly

Drink this
and become
a drunken butterfly.

Let your wings wobble
as if they are trying
to fall off.

Do not mind
where you are going.

Your destination
is already here.

Soon you will be refusing
to sleep.

You will declare
that you no longer need food.

Then you will vanish
into the air,
become a creature of light.

Dorothy Walters
November 27, 2016

(image from internet)

Recently I received this anonymous post forwarded to a friend from someone who had found it posted it on another FB page. It warrants careful attention in light of our current situation.

Coping with Chaos in the White House––by anonymous

A few days ago, I wrote a post for my Facebook friends about my personal experience with narcissistic personality disorder and how I view the president elect as a result. Unexpectedly, the post traveled widely, and it became clear that many people are struggling with how to understand and deal with this kind of behavior in a position of power. Although several writers, including a few professionals, have publicly offered their thoughts on a diagnosis, I am not a professional and this is not a diagnosis. My post is not intended to persuade anyone or provide a comprehensive description of NPD. I am speaking purely from decades of dealing with NPD and sharing strategies that were helpful for me in coping and predicting behavior. The text below is adapted from my original Facebook post.

I want to talk a little about narcissistic personality disorder. I’ve unfortunately had a great deal of experience with it, and I’m feeling badly for those of you who are trying to grapple with it for the first time because of our president-elect, who almost certainly suffers from it or a similar disorder. If I am correct, it has some very particular implications for the office. Here are a few things to keep in mind:

1) It’s not curable and it’s barely treatable. He is who he is. There is no getting better, or learning, or adapting. He’s not going to “rise to the occasion” for more than maybe a couple hours. So just put that out of your mind.

2) He will say whatever feels most comfortable or good to him at any given time. He will lie a lot, and say totally different things to different people. Stop being surprised by this. While it’s important to pretend “good faith” and remind him of promises, as Bernie Sanders and others are doing, that’s for his supporters, so *they* can see the inconsistency as it comes. He won’t care. So if you’re trying to reconcile or analyze his words, don’t. It’s 100% not worth your time. Only pay attention to and address his actions.

3) You can influence him by making him feel good. There are already people like Bannon who appear ready to use him for their own ends. The GOP is excited to try. Watch them, not him. President Obama, in his wisdom, may be treating him well in hopes of influencing him and averting the worst. If he gets enough accolades for better behavior, he might continue to try it. But don’t count on it.

4) Entitlement is a key aspect of the disorder. As we are already seeing, he will likely not observe traditional boundaries of the office. He has already stated that rules don’t apply to him. This particular attribute has huge implications for the presidency and it will be important for everyone who can to hold him to the same standards as previous presidents.

5) We should expect that he only cares about himself and those he views as extensions of himself, like his children. (People with NPD often can’t understand others as fully human or distinct.) He desires accumulation of wealth and power because it fills a hole. (Melania is probably an acquired item, not an extension.) He will have no qualms *at all* about stealing everything he can from the country, and he’ll be happy to help others do so, if they make him feel good. He won’t view it as stealing but rather as something he’s entitled to do. This is likely the only thing he will intentionally accomplish.

6) It’s very, very confusing for non-disordered people to experience a disordered person with NPD. While often intelligent, charismatic and charming, they do not reliably observe social conventions or demonstrate basic human empathy. It’s very common for non-disordered people to lower their own expectations and try to normalize the behavior. DO NOT DO THIS AND DO NOT ALLOW OTHERS, ESPECIALLY THE MEDIA, TO DO THIS. If you start to feel foggy or unclear about this, step away until you recalibrate.

7) People with NPD often recruit helpers, referred to in the literature as “enablers” when they allow or cover for bad behavior and “flying monkeys” when they perpetrate bad behavior on behalf of the narcissist. Although it’s easiest to prey on malicious people, good and vulnerable people can be unwittingly recruited. It will be important to support good people around him if and when they attempt to stay clear or break away.

8) People with NPD often foster competition for sport in people they control. Expect lots of chaos, firings and recriminations. He will probably behave worst toward those closest to him, but that doesn’t mean (obviously) that his actions won’t have consequences for the rest of us. He will punish enemies. He may start out, as he has with the NYT, with a confusing combination of punishing/rewarding, which is a classic abuse tactic for control. If you see your media cooperating or facilitating this behavior for rewards, call them on it.

9) Gaslighting — where someone tries to convince you that the reality you’ve experienced isn’t true — is real and torturous. He will gaslight, his followers will gaslight. Many of our politicians and media figures already gaslight, so it will be hard to distinguish his amplified version from what has already been normalized. Learn the signs and find ways to stay focused on what you know to be true. Note: it is typically not helpful to argue with people who are attempting to gaslight. You will only confuse yourself. Just walk away.

10) Whenever possible, do not focus on the narcissist or give him attention. Unfortunately we can’t and shouldn’t ignore the president, but don’t circulate his tweets or laugh at him — you are enabling him and getting his word out. (I’ve done this, of course, we all have… just try to be aware.) Pay attention to your own emotions: do you sort of enjoy his clowning? do you enjoy the outrage? is this kind of fun and dramatic, in a sick way? You are adding to his energy. Focus on what you can change and how you can resist, where you are. We are all called to be leaders now, in the absence of leadership.
❤

Reminder:  Sacred Poetry Reading at Caritas

Including Music Provided by Kabir!

Saturday, December 3 from  7:00 – 9:00 pm.
$20 General Public; $15 Caritas Members; $10 Students

“Poetry has an immediate effect on the mind.  The simple act of reading poetry alters thought patterns and the shuttle of the breath. Poetry induces trance.  Its words are chant.  Its rhythms are drumbeats. Its images become the icons of the inner eye.  Poetry is more than a description of the sacred experience; it carries the experience itself.” – Ivan Granger

Dorothy Walters, PhD. joined her first poetry writing circle in the first grade, and went on, predictably, to take a PhD in English literature.  After experiencing intense Kundalini awakening in 1981 while she was a professor of English and Women’s Studies at Wichita, Kansas, State University, she began concentrating on writing sacred poetry.  She is much inspired by Rumi and other such poets. She has now published four volumes of poetry plus (recently) a collection called “Some Kiss We Want: Poems Selected and New.” She writes a blog at ww.kundalinisplendor.blogspot.com (Poems and Reflections on the Spiritual Journey) as well as a Facebook page under her name. She has also published a spiritual memoir “Unmasking the Rose: A Record of a Kundalini Initiation.”

Habiba Kabir has been walking and guiding others on the Sufi Path for nearly 40 years. As a master of listening to the wisdom of the present moment, she is the author of the book, “Embracing a New Planetary Consciousness.”  She lives with her beloved husband, Kabir, in Boulder, Colorado.

Peggy Wrenn grew up in Boulder, CO.  Professionally she worked in renewable energy, energy efficiency and affordable housing in both the State of Colorado, the City of Boulder and Thistle Community Housing.  She also worked as an editor, a writer and an assistant to Dr. Jeremy Geffen promoting his whole-person, integrative medicine program called Seven Levels of Healing.  Peggy also writes poems.  Now she dreams up a new world, a just, sustainable world. We are co-creating a new era of no separation, understanding we are One Human Family.  We are here, being born into the Aquarian Age!

Ivan M. Granger is the founder and editor of the Poetry Chaikhana, a publishing house and online resource for sacred poetry from around the world.  He is the author of “Real Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey” and editor of “The Longing in Between: A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology.” His poetry and translations have been included in several magazines and anthologies.

 Swamiji is a preeminent scholar and teacher of the Science of Yoga, Hindu Philosophy, and Comparative Religion. He has been the Director of the International Vishwaguru Yoga and Meditation Institute (Rishikesh, India) from its inception to November 2010. He is now permanently settled in America and is living in Loveland. His lectures, especially his mode of presentation with humor, stories and anecdotes, have earned him wide acclaim.

If you wish to bring a poem to read, your or another's, please do so.

"CYNTHIA BOURGEAULT, PhD, is an Episcopal priest, teacher, and retreat and conference leader. The author of several books, she lectures and gives workshops throuhgout North America and the world."  (from her website)

This morning, as I was reading some of her lovely prose, it occurred to me how remarkably different is the path of the traditional follower of an established religion from that of the "unaffiliated mystic," who allows her experience to be shaped from within, rather than relying on outward authority or institutional sanction.  Andrew Harvey calls the latter the "Direct Path" as opposed to that shaped or mediated by existing creeds and interpreters. 

I hold Cynthia Bourgeault in the highest esteem.  She is one of the most fluent and poetic spiritual writers/teachers of our time.  Further, she has committed herself fully to her cause, maintaining a position as a staunch defender and modern interpreter of the authentic Christian faith at a time when many perversions and distortions of this religion are present in society.

Yet something struck me as I read her compelling prose this morning.  What came into my mind was how very different her path has been from my own and that of others who follow the "Direct Path."  She embraced a fixed tradition, one which provided her with a "container" for her beliefs and conduct.  Her community gave her support and encouragement to explore fully the wisdom which had been handed down through many generations and today speaks to many who also follow this established path.  She is a practitioner of a certain form of prayer and contemplation through a meditation that involves clearing the mind and sitting in silence to allow a quiet communion with God to occur.

I, on the other hand, had no familiar tradition, no external guide or school to direct me when I underwent spontaneous awakening of the Kundalini energies.  My sudden awakening thrust me into a totally foreign state of consciousness.  I was instantaneously thrown into extreme rapture, even though I could not even name that which was happening.  I had no community nor even any books or basic resources to guide me.  (This was before the internet existed and Kundalini was essentially unknown in the West at that time.)  There were no ashrams or gurus in my vicinity (Kansas, l981).  Few had even heard of yoga or meditation, much less Kundalini.  I knew nothing of the inner energies, and in fact had never even had a massage.

I had seen a depiction of Bernini's famous statue of St.Teresa in Ecstasy and indeed in truth I now resembled her, though I had no vocabulary to describe this intensity within.  When I called up a mental image of  Shiva I was instantly filled with indescribable, totally sensuous rapture.  The world became beautiful as I was enveloped in unconditional love.

When I tried to explain my recurrent bliss to supposed authorities (movement teachers, chi gong experts years later), they had no idea what I was talking about.  I was left to rely on my guru within.

I had no one even to share my experience with.

For some fifteen years I maintained silence and solitude, continuing my blissful (and very simple) practice over the years as the energies integrated and settled within my system.

Ultimately, I wrote sacred poetry and a spiritual memoir and also set up a Kundalini blog and FB page as a way of "giving back" some of the gift that had been granted me.

Yet, despite the obvious difference in our experiences, I feel that in many ways my path and that of the Christian mystic such as Cynthia Bougeault point to a similar goal––spiritual union with the divine.  We use different words to describe this phenomenon.  She speaks of God and Christ, I of the Beloved Within.  She meditates in silence and stillness.  My meditation is movement, though now even that is ever so slight.  She does not mention bliss as such, but bliss has been the guiding force in my unfolding.  It has led me forward through a long and sometimes arduous journey.

Cynthia loves Teilhard de Chardin and Rumi, and so do I.  Teihard speaks of the divinization of matter, of the divine human ultimately arriving at the Omega point where mortal and the ultimate are one.  Rumi welcomes everyone into his tent, no matter their background or beliefs.

In many respects, she and I speak the same language, for the path of the mystic is much the same, east or west.  It is the path of return, the coming home to who we truly are.  It is what we all long for and seek constantly in our daily lives.

May you each find your own right way home, and become your true self.

"You may have heard how each chakra has a certain number of petals and different letters, various presiding deities, many attendant deities, different shapes and so on. Let me tell you, these are unnecessary complications. Understanding the real truth of chakras is a completely different ballgame."

by Swami Om, from "Kundalini — An Untold Story: A Himalayan Mystic's Insight into the Power of Kundalini and Chakra Sadhana", Black Lotus. Kindle Edition.

For years, I have suspected that the above assertion is true, but I never found any validation for this belief.  Today, while perusing the above book by Swami Om, I ran across this passage and was very relieved to find it.  Chakras are real, and the way you know this is by feeling their energies.  These energies will vary in tone and intensity, depending on the state you are in at the time.  Each can be extremely blissful, given the right circumstances.

I think that learning the traditional descriptions such as he lists will indeed improve your memory, but will do little to aid you in experiencing the reality of each chakra.

And, I might add, that I also do not follow the classic view that Kundalini must rise up the spine and to the crown.  My own energies are simply diffuse, all over feelings of delight and (often) bliss.  I do not try to control them.  Rather I follow where they lead me.  For me, this is the state of union with the Beloved Within.

Today, my practice began with feelings of delight near the ears, and then moved down through my body.  I do not know how the subtle energy surrounding the ears relates to the conventional notion of the chakras, but the effect is very nice.

A Community of Spirit

There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

This We Have Now

This we have now
is not imagination.

This is not
grief or joy.

Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.

Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.

Rumi

The Call


I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.
Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.

But always it says: Wake up, my love. You are walking asleep.
There’s no safety in that!
Remember what you are, and let a deeper knowing
color the shape of your humanness.

There is nowhere to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.
There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.

All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.
You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.
How much longer can you live like this?

Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
Give it up!
Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to the Beauty you are.

Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.
Remember, there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it. Don’t be tight-lipped and stingy.

Spend yourself completely on the saying,
Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.

- Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Jalal al-Din Rumi, 1207 - 1273

 What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.

What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was

whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is

being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that’s happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,

in love with the one to whom every that belongs!


(Note: At the moment, I am not able to send or receive e-mails.  Hope this problem clears up soon.  In the meantime, have a lovely Thanksgiving for all that we receive, even in the midst of difficult times.)

IF YOU ARE COMING TO THE READING OF SACRED  POETRY AT CARITAS ON SATURDAY, NOV. 3,  BRING A POEM TO READ, YOURS OR SOMEONE ELSE'S!

Please note the invitation for you to bring a favorite poem to read, should you like to do so!!!

AN EVENING OF SACRED POETRY AT CARITAS

DATE: SATURDAY, DECEMBER 3, 7:00-9:00

"Poetry has an immediate effect on the mind. The simple act of reading poetry alters thought patterns and the shuttle of the breath. Poetry induces trance. Its words are chant.  Its rhythms are drumbeats. Its images become the icons of the inner eye. Poetry is more than a description of the sacred experience; it carries the experience itself." - Ivan Granger

LOCAL POETS WILL READ FROM THEIR ORIGINAL WORKS AS WELL AS POEMS FROM OTHER WRITERS

Dorothy Walters, PhD joined her first poetry writing circle in the first grade, and went on, predictably, to take a PhD in English literature. After experiencing intense Kundalini awakening in 1981 while she was a professor of English and Women's Studies at Wichita, Kansas, State University, she began concentrating on writing sacred poetry.  She is much inspired by Rumi and other such poets. She has now published four volumes of poetry plus (recently) a collection called "Some Kiss We Want: Poems Selected and New." She writes a blog at www.kundalinisplendor.blogspot.com (Poems and Reflections on the Spiritual Journey) as well as a Facebook page under her name. She has also published a spiritual memoir "Unmasking the Rose: A Record of a Kundalini Initiation."

Habiba Kabir has been walking and guiding others on the Sufi Path for nearly 40 years.  As a master of listening to the wisdom of the present moment, she is the author of the book, "Embracing a New Planetary Consciousness."  She lives with her beloved husband, Kabir, in Boulder, Colorado.  

Peggy Wrenn grew up in Boulder, CO.  Professionally she worked in renewable energy, energy efficiency and affordable housing in both the State of Colorado, the City of Boulder and Thistle Community Housing. She also worked as an editor, a writer and an assistant to Dr. Jeremy Geffen promoting his whole-person, integrative medicine program called Seven Levels of Healing.  Peggy also writes poems.  Now she dreams up a new world, a just, sustainable world.  We are co-creating a new era of no  separation, understanding we are One Human Family.  We are here, being born into the Aquarian Age.

Ivan M. Granger is the founder and editor of the Poetry Chaikhana, a publishing house and online resource for sacred poetry from around the world.  He is the author of "Real Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey" and editor of "The Longing in Between: A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology."  His opetry and translations have been included in several magazines and anthologies.  

Swami Dharmandanda:  Swamiji is a preeminent scholar and teacher of the Science of Yoga, Hindu Philosophy, and Comparative Religion. He has been the Director of the International Vishwaguru Yoga and Meditation Institute (Rishikesh, India) from its inception to November 2010. He is now permanently settled in America and is living in Loveland.  His lectures, especially his mode of presentation with humor, stories and anecdotes, have earned him wide acclaim.

$25.00 GENERAL PUBLIC    $20.00 CARITAS MEMBERS   $10.00  STUDENTS

BRING A POEM TO READ, YOURS OR SOMEONE ELSE'S!

The Caritas Center

5723 Arapahoe Ave, Boulder, CO 80303

In my House of Flesh

When you first arrived,
I did not recognize you.
You gave me a name
but I did not know
what it meant.

Gradually, we came
to know one another.
Your constant presence
brought me into
another light,
a different spectrum
of being.

Now I am easy
living with you in my house
of flesh,
finding you in daylight
playing over the
flowers outside
my window,
or coming in
with the evening breeze.

At night your perfume
enters,
surrounds me like
a lover come home.
Over and over
you whisper the syllables
of who you are
in my ear.
I still cannot hear it clearly.
I no longer care

Dorothy Walters

"Be joyful even if you know the facts."
Wendell Berry

Come, Come

Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.

Rumi

 
Marek Peter Kaziniec
November 14

"It can be hard to live a life without the support of groups and state, where ‘we are left, each on his own to follow the star and spirit of his own life.’ And yet this is where life is unfolding, where our destiny is inspiring us to explore and embrace; the new direction of being self-sufficient and unique flowers- spontaneously blooming directly from within ourselves- amongst the borderless flower-field of one mankind."

These words from Mark Kaziniec touch me deeply.  When I had my opening in l981, I was totally alone.  My life had been completely and instantly transformed. I was indeed seeing with new eyes, feeling connections within in areas which I had not even realized existed.  How do you receive extreme rapture into your body when you do not even have a name for it?  How do you cope with the many challenges of this strange process, when you have no one to guide you or even to share with you as a sympathetic listener to your amazing story?  How do you keep faith when each step ahead is followed by obstacles that you do not comprehend?

I had no guru, no teacher, no companion on this journey.  It was so very deeply personal and sacred that I told almost no one about my experience for some fifteen years.  I was discouraged when I did finally seek help from so called experts in the field of energy work, receiving such responses as, "If you are lucky, you will get over this," and "No, the texts describe nothing of this sort.  The energies can be hot, cold, or like electricity, but not like what you describe."

However, I did have one helper and guide who led me through.  This was the presence I thought of as my "inner guru," the teacher who shows us the way, even when no external helper appears.

We each of us have such an "inner guru."   To connect with this reality, we must stop, listen, ask for direction in moving forward.  We must follow what is often called our own intuition.  By doing this, we can thread our way through the maze of the unknown, release our spirit to follow the right course.  This secret guru is sometimes named the Friend or the One or the Beloved Within or even our Higher Self or Spirit Guide or the Goddess or even God.  It is always with us.  It is an essential part of ourselves as we move ahead on our common journey, each in her own unique way.

Sunday morning these words came to me as I walked amidst the beauty of Bobolink Trail:  "Today I awoke and came forth from the ashram of my soul.  No words can describe, no painting portray what I found.   She dropped her veils and revealed her stark autumn beauty, each turning of the path revealing a different face of her loveliness.  The winter field swept across to the still green slopes beneath the snow capped ridges above.  The golden grasses thrust upward toward the deepening cobalt blue of the sky, where blooming clouds hung as if they were forever stationed there.  The stream was still, as if hushed in silent witness to the moment.

I did not try to describe it, but rather drank it in, let it infuse me, become one with the mystery.

For a time I "saw with saints' eyes."  I bowed my head in gratitude.

When you realize it, every moment you are confronted with that great mystery that is life. I’ve often said when I use that term “mystery," I don’t mean something vague. I mean something very specific;  that reality – that actuality – that we cannot grasp. We cannot get it in our grip. We cannot intellectually conceive of it with concepts, but we can understand it and we understand it by standing in it and by letting it do something to us, and that is the great difference. Are you living moment by moment trying to grasp something  and take hold of it and having your plans and your own ideas and concepts? Or are you going into every moment allowing life to move you deeply, to touch you? And that takes a lot more courage because we always want to have everything under control. If we are in the moment and open ourselves to life and keep our eyes and ears and all our senses open to What is life giving me at this present moment? What is life saying to me? What is life expecting from me? that is living the spiritual life. That means being in touch with mystery.

Brother David Steindl-Rast


Sometimes you hear a voice through the door
calling you, as fish out of water
hear the waves, or a hunting falcon
hears the drum's Come back,
Come back.

This turning toward what you deeply love
saves you. Read the book of your life,
which has been given to you.

A voice comes to your soul saying,
Lift your foot. Cross over.

Move into the emptiness
of question and answer and question.

---Rumi

Marek Peter Kaziniec

Regardless of how afraid you might be or how little you understand, try to have your very own mystic experience, for in the end it will not be volumes or even libraries of information that you have read that you will remember, but those totally unexplainable, mysterious, living experiences of the unknown, and there is nothing to fear. 

This comment leads to a very important consideration.  No matter what the outer circumstances are, we still have our inner world of connection to "source."  We still are aware of the universal love that sustains us, no matter what.  We can still go to our private place of joy and sometimes even bliss.  We can still reach out to and be comforted by our friends. We can still gather together in groups to celebrate and reaffirm our faith in each other and the Beloved.  We have nature, music, art, our beloved animal friends, creativity and still other resources to sustain us.

Mystics have relied on this path and thus survived from time immemorial.  Often there was chaos outside, but they found calm and peace, even rapture, within.

I am not suggesting that we should withdraw from all social action to try to change or correct bad circumstances.  Of course, we should stay informed and perhaps engage in needed activism.

But this is a time to remember who we are.  For me, that means that we must hold to our realization that we are each part of an indescribable world wide transition, a move into the next stage of the evolution of consciousness.  And that transformation will continue, no matter what may happen in the world of politics and other public arenas.

The bottom line, as always, is love.  Love received and given, to and from each other and through that mystery called Kundalini, the vast love force of the universe itself.

Connect with the spirit within.  It will sustain you through this and all crises.  It is who you are.

Proclamation

Whereas the world is a house on fire;
Whereas the nations are filled with shouting;
Whereas hope seems small, sometimes
           a single bird on a wire
           left by migration behind.
Whereas kindness is seldom in the news
           and peace an abstraction
           while war is real;
Whereas words are all I have;
Whereas my life is short;
Whereas I am afraid;
Whereas I am free –despite all
           fire and anger and fear;
Be it therefore resolved a song
           shall be my calling – a song
           not yet made shall be vocation
           and peaceful words the work
           of my remaining days.

           - Kim Stafford
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The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

Psalm 15

Lord, who can be trusted with power,
and who may act in your place?
Those with a passion for justice,
who speak the truth from their hearts;
who have let go of selfish interests
and grown beyond their own lives;
who see the wretched as their family
and the poor as their flesh and blood.
They alone are impartial
and worthy of the people's trust.
Their compassion lights up the whole earth,
and their kindness endures forever.


(The Psalms, translations by Stephen Mitchell)

"If you wish to understand the universe, think energy, frequency, vibration."

Nicholas Tesla

This statement from Nicholas Tesla sums up nicely what contemporary physics is deciding (based on quantum studies) and also what the ancient rishis believed, as presented in such texts as the "Spanda Karikas."  "Spanda" means pulsation and the word "Karikas" simply means commentary on.  So this ancient text is a disquisition on cosmology, as understood by these venerable wise men and women many centuries ago.  In this view, the universe began with a single throb, which sent forth vibrations of certain frequencies to form the world that we know.  (I have commented before that the best source for "Spanda Karikas" is the NYU edition of a few years ago, with an impressive forward by Paul Ortega-Muller.  Alas, this edition is hard to locate, and can be very expensive, though Google Play has some available for around $35.)

 Of course, these early writers had no access to modern laboratories or various other research tools.  Where did their knowledge come from?  It seems evident that they were informed by what is called "divine inspiration," or through input from other realms.

There are many other parallels in the ancient sources with today's scientific views, such as the notion that the universe began from a tiny particle that exploded (big bang theory) and the early assertion that all started from a "seed."

These parallels are fascinating, and so are the views of Tesla, one of the greatest scientists of all time, whose work was scorned and ridiculed during his own lifetime, but who is finally being given his due as his many inventions are now coming into use and his theories are being finding wide acceptance.

Come if you can!

A few years ago, I had a session with a device called a "Beam Ray."  This is a modern version of a machine invented earlier by a pioneer in the field of "Radionics."  According to this method, the device is adjusted to "beam" frequencies to the patient according to the presenting illness.  Presumably, the illness will thereby be healed, as the chosen frequencies enter the body and correct the problem.

This approach became quite controversial, and early practitioners were often charged with such things as "practicing medicine without a license" and their property was frequently confiscated.

I did not have some illness to work on, but rather was simply curious as to how the process might feel.

So I visited the house of a "friend of a friend" who owned a Beam Ray and asked for a "tuneup."  I sat on the edge of a bed for some 15-20 minutes while (presumably) certain frequencies were "beamed" into my body.

I felt little or nothing during this procedure, but I did have an unusual "insight."  While I was sitting there, it occurred to me that perhaps it was not the frequencies themselves that did the healing, but rather that they provided a means for "E. T.s" from other realms to come down and do the actual healing.  Of course, many energy healers feel that they are guided by beings from elsewhere, these usually comprised of former doctors and other medical personnel who now provided their services from other realms, working in tandem with the human healer.

This notion was intriguing and I continued to ponder it afterwards.

A few days later, I was walking from my house in San Francisco to a destination a few blocks away, thinking about the same possibility.  As I crossed the street, and just as I posed the question to myself once again, I glanced down and saw––embossed in bright silver on the asphalt––the letters "E.T.s".  I was rather dumbfounded by this discovery.   Indeed, I wondered if I was simply having some sort of hallucination or perhaps was just imagining what I seemed to see.

Later, on my way home, I looked at the same place where I had stopped before, and, sure enough, the same letters appeared in the same bright silver embossment.

Again, I was surprised and a bit stunned, as I concluded, "Well, that seems to answer my question."  This incident was I think the most unusual synchronicity I have ever experienced.

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
(Shakespeare, from Hamlet)

Dorothy Walters

Rumi

My darling,
You and I are one.

The great river
That runs from Source
Through all the secret
Places
Streams through
Our veins and tissues,
A torrent descending.

Give me the key
To your living quarters
And I will come to you
In darkness and in light.

Tell me your name
And I will bow before you
A thousand times.

Give me your hand
And I will
Faint with desire.

Dorothy Walters
November 1, 2016