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Thursday, May 31, 2018

The Only Truth––poem by Dorothy 

The Only Truth

It is the common ground
of all that is.
It goes by many names,
but all are true.
It wants to hold you
in its arms,
take you into other
realms of being.

Stip away the layers
that hide your true identity.
Let yourself be slain
into a new configuration.
Allow the lover to come in,
ravish you with feelings
you will never understand.
Know that this is the only
truth worth knowing,
the truth of the self
that you are.

Dorothy Walters
May 1, 2018

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

The Master's Grace––Fred La Motte 

The Master's Grace

Without the Master's grace,
it is only a word, a sound.
By the Master's grace,
it is an ocean of fire.

Without the Master's grace,
it is effort, control, concentration.
By the Master's grace,
it is whirling, expanding, falling,
being held.

Without the Master's grace,
it is only the mind
trapped in thoughts about "God."
By the Master's grace,
there is no thought;
there is only the physiology of starlight,
every neuron immersed
in the nectar of the sun.

Without the Master's grace,
an atom of this body is a particle,
weary with density and mass.
By the Master's grace,
this body is a wilderness of love-waves.
It is that sea of fire, dancing.
It is that oceanic Name
of Her who sings us into being.

Therefor I bow down,
bow down, bow down.
Yet even bowing happens
by the Master's grace.
~ Fred LaMotte

(image from internet)

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Poets––poem by Dorothy 

Modern Poets

Most of them kept 
their heads down,
looked only at what
was close and nurturing
or perhaps at society's ills
or personal grief.
As for the Big Questions––
who are we, why are we here,
where are we headed––,
they left that for others,
maybe the giants of
another generation
whose pronouncements
no longer seemed to fit in
with modern tastes,
where irony, whimsey,
were all in fashion.

That way they got
written up,
selected for prizes,
were published and applauded,
maybe even became best sellers.

The rest of us (mavericks, they call us)
went recklessly out into the sun,
bared our chests,
offered ourselves up
to who knows what,
walked in a familiar way
with the invisible gods,
exploring the unknown territory
despite all the warnings and cautions:
"This way dragons be."

We were the Fools of the Tarot deck,
strolling merrily on,
oblivious of the cliff's edge,
precipice waiting just ahead.

Sometimes we went crashing down,
splintered ourselves into fragments of joy,
lost touch with what they called "reality."
But we didn't care.
We were listening to the music
of the spheres,
feeling the touch
of something we could
never see.
We knew we had found
the alchemist's gold,
the treasure hidden
in the rock.

Dorothy Walters
May 25, 2018

(image from internet)

Monday, May 28, 2018

Transfiguration––poem by Dorothy 


And now we approach
The keyhole,
The gap in the canyon of fate
Where we go over the falls,
Tumbling and thrashing
Into the new world,
Where are fashioned
Into an unfamiliar being,
Someone who can fly
Or change form
At will,
A thing glorified
Into a novelty,
A self who will forget
That there was a falls,
A cataract carrying us
Into a different universe.

Dorothy Walters
May 21, 2018

Women as Bhaktis in Early India 

The Bhakti Movement and Roots of Indian Feminism

By Maduli Thaosen - April 3, 2017

What is the Bhakti Movement?

Bhakti as a concept means devotion and surrender. Originating from South India in the 7th century, the Bhakti movement propagated the idea that God dwells in each individual and one could attain God through faith and devotion. Earlier historians perceived the Bhakti movement as a literary or at best an ideological phenomena which had religion at the basis of its inspiration. But later it also came to be regarded as an attempt at bringing about an egalitarian society, or as a protest against Brahmanical monopoly.

With everyone equal in the eyes of God, the movement brought religion and spirituality to the marginalized classes – specifically women, whose religious expression was restricted in many ways. It was a movement that not only aimed at individual salvation and a mystical union with God but also towards socio-religious egalitarianism. It liberated both God and man (inclusive of woman) from the shackles of Brahminical monopoly. The movement created a space where one could have a personal relationship with God and removed all intermediaries, rendering all Brahminical traditions, and the role of Brahmin priests futile.

With such an alternative religious system in place, many women and lower-caste individuals joined the movement and expressed themselves with no inhibitions. The quest for salvation no longer required Sanskrit mantras and rituals, but included dignity of labour.

The movement saw several women saints as well as saints from lower castes leading masses in their own regions, and singing songs and poems in their vernacular language. The Bhakti movement was not just one movement, but an accretion of smaller regional movements towards salvation and against oppressive hierarchies.

Bhakti saints rejected all fixities to religion and spirituality. When temples closed doors on them, they, freeing their god from closed doors, carried him in their hearts; they either discouraged idol worship and worshipped a nirguna (formless) god or substituted him as one of those who could dwell in humble abodes.

Bhaktins: Pioneers of Feminism in India

Tracing the roots of Indian Feminism led us to women in Bhakti, who challenged Brahminical patriarchy through their songs, poems and ways of life. At a time where most spaces were restricted to women, they embraced Bhakti to define their own truths to reform society, polity, relationships and religions. They broke all societal rules and stereotypes, and lived their lives as they pleased.

“In the Bhakti movements, women take on the qualities that men traditionally have. They break rules of Manu that forbid them to do so. A respectable woman is not, for instance, allowed to live by herself or outdoors, or refuse sex to her husband- but women saints wander and travel alone, give up husband, children and family.” – A.K. Ramanujan, ‘Talking to God’

Women saints wrote poems and songs expressing their love for the God, who is their lover, husband or consort, and about their oppression and desires for freedom. They not only challenged the god-like status of their husbands, but also gave up their motherhood and family. In this aspect, Bhakti meant different things to women and men. While a male bhakta could follow his chosen path and remain a householder, this was not possible for the women. Most women had to choose between their Bhakti and their married and domestic life. Many of these women could proceed on their chosen path only by discarding their marital ties altogether.

Mirabai, a Bhakti poet of the 15th century and a Rajput princess, denied the legitimacy of her marriage to Raja Bhojraj and refused to consummate it. She embraced Lord Krishna and spent hours at the temple worshipping him. Roughly a decade into their unconsummated marriage, Bhojraj died. Just as Mira had refused to be his wife, she also repudiated the role as his widow. She would neither wear the mourning garb, nor follow any of the customs expected of a royal woman grieving a lost husband. Mira is a fortifying precedent of a woman who refused to be cowed. She has lived through the ages through her songs and poems, describing her utmost devotion and love towards Lord Krishna.

In addition to contending male dominance, Bhakti women also had to bypass gender rigidities. Ramanujan lists the strategies women undertook for the same: refusing marriage to a mortal; becoming a courtesan; miraculously skipping youth; walking out of marriage, becoming a man or an old ugly woman; refusing widowhood norms; refusing motherhood; walking naked; or breaking caste barriers. Hence, the experience of men and women Bhaktas were starkly contrasted.

The nakedness of the female body was also perceived as a great threat to men, and heavily condemned by the larger society, and still is. However, women Bhakti saints like Akka Mahadevi and Lal Ded challenged these norms. Akka Mahadevi walked out of her marriage and wandered naked, with her body covered only by her hair. She wrote in her vachana:

“To the shameless girl
Wearing Mallikarjuna’s light, you fool
Where is the need for cover and jewel?”

Commenting on her own nakedness, she writes:

male and female,
blush when a cloth covering their shame
comes loose

When the lord of lives
lives drowned without a face
in the world, how can you be modest?

When all the world is the eye of the lord,
onlooking everywhere, what can you
cover and conceal?”

Lal Ded, one of the earliest Kashmiri mystic poets also refused to stay confined to domestic tyranny and its power hierarchy. She left her home, broke all material ties and wandered unclothed in search of God. In her verses, she also expressed her anguish towards the Brahminical code:

“Your idol is stone, your temple a stone too-
All a stone bound together from top to toe!
What is it you worship, you dense Brahmin?
Bind but the vital air from heart to mind.” (Mattoo 334)

On the other hand, Sant Soyarabai neither rejected marriage and nor overtly defied societal norms. She wrote about her family, daily existence and her devotion to god Vithoba, pilgrimage to Pandharpur, married life and finding freedom amidst it. Her abhangas to the misery of daily life and restrictions to which they were subjected as belonging to Mahar caste, indicate her heightened caste and gender consciousness.

Medieval India had an atmosphere of immense discrimination, with patriarchy held in the highest regard. Hence, women sought Bhakti to move out the restricted domestic spaces and oppose patriarchy and Brahminical hegemony. The rejection of the power of the male figure that they were tied to in subordinate relationships became the terrain for struggle, self assertion and alternative seeking.

Bhakti women laid the roots of feminism in india. With sheer bravery, tenacity and their devotion to God, they created an autonomous space for themselves and refused to be tied down by societal norms. They did the unspeakable, and displayed the true strength of a woman’s spirit. The created their own path to freedom, and inspired many other to follow their own will. They transcended the social identities and material realities into a universal spiritual realm.


1. “Indigenous Roots of Feminism: Culture, Subjectivity and Agency” By Jasbir Jain

2. “Divine Sounds from the Heart— Singing Unfettered in their Own Voices: The Bhakti Movement and its Women Saints (12th to 17th Century)” By Rekha Pande

3. “Rebels, Mystics or Housewives? women in Virasaivism” By Vijaya Ramaswamy

4. “A search for Feminist roots” By Romit Chowdhury

5. “Mirabai and her Contributions to the Bhakti Movement” By S.M. Pandey and Norman Zide

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Iris––poem by Dorothy  


No matter how many times
I tell myself
That things will be all right,
That everything happens for the best,
And that all is perfect just as it is,
Some strange anxiety remains,
An inky beast lurking
At the bottom
Of a dark well.

We can, of course,
Hold hands and sing hymns
As the sinking ship goes down,
Arrange the chairs
Into a more acceptable order.

Even though I have been informed
That all is going in the right direction,
That we are headed toward enveloping brightness,
The realm where issues no longer exist
And we are one with all that is,
Still there is the feeling
That nothing is guaranteed,
Things could go
One way or another
According to the whims
Of the time,
That the rescuer will not
arrive as promised,
That dust will be the answer
To our prayers,
Our supplications
To “whoever it may concern.”

Yet I hang on,
stay steady,
hovering between two outcomes,
waiting to see
what comes next,
listening to my heart
as it beats toward
its own yet unseen end.

Today the iris were in bloom
telling me something
I longed to hear.

Dorothy Walters
May 21, 2018

Friday, May 25, 2018

Lynne Mctaggart––"The Middle East Intention Experiment" 

Lynne McTaggart has been doing remarkable work to discover how focused intention can affect outcomes.  Sometimes these efforts are from small groups working on some named problem of a member of the group, sometimes it is larger groups dealing with much larger issues.  The following account is a fascinating description of how Israelis and Arabs came together in love and friendship during one such experiment.  The conclusion: it may be people meeting and communing in such groups who offer the best approach to solving the problems of "enemy" societies.

The results of the Middle Eastern Intention Experiment - Lynne McTaggart
We’ve now got back the scientific results of the Middle Eastern Peace Intention Experiment I ran on November 9, 2017. For those of you who haven’t heard about it, I’d been in touch with Tsipi Raz, an Israeli documentary maker, about carrying out an Intention Experiment for Jerusalem, and by so...


Thursday, May 24, 2018

Some Suggested Readings 

This very useful list of readings was posted by Brian Luke Seaward on WINN, an online  source.  As Brian notes, some of these have come classics and well repay reading today.

Posted by CELIA, WINN EDITOR onMAY 4, 2018

Here is a short list of books that have been of great service to me in my search as I explored the world beyond the curtain. Many of these books have become classics and call for more than one reading.
     Man and His Symbols, Carl Jung – 1968. This was one of the first books that gave me comfort with what’s beyond the curtain. The topic of consciousness gained a strong foothold with the collective works of Jung, a pioneer in the field ofpsychology(in the original Greek the word means “the study of the soul”). Knowing that his work was quite complex, Jung offered to simplify his concepts. Sadly, he was only able to write one chapter before he died, leaving the rest to his students, who rose to the occasion. If all you do is read the first chapter (Jung’s chapter) you will be miles ahead of where you started. Be sure to read the color version (not the black and white one).
     Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Carl Jung – 1963. This is Jung’s autobiography. Not just a look into his past, Jung revealed more about his theories and the experiences behind them.
Black Elk: The Sacred Ways of the Lakota, Wallace Black Elk – 1991. While the American Indian culture often remains reticent in sharing information, shaman Wallace Black Elk opened the door to the Great Mystery through remarkable personal experiences and the collective wisdom. The stories are fascinating and his message is genuine: we are all part of a much bigger picture.
Stalking the Wild Pendulum, Itzak Bentov – 1988. Those with a scientific mind will find solid ground to stand with this physicist’s examination of the great mystery through the lens of quantum physics. From energy healing to an explanation of the kundalini experience, you can see the world quite differently with this book.
     Hero with a Thousand Faces, Joseph Campbell – 1949. As a cultural mythologist, Campbell illustrated the hero’s journey though a tapestry of stories, myths, legends and fables from all over the world. From the departure stage, through the initiation, and ultimately the return home, we are reminded that we are never alone and have spiritual assistance from point where the seen and unseen worlds merge.
     The Portable Jung, Joseph Campbell – 1971. Even Jung thought his work was hard to understand: he once said, “I am glad I am Jung and not a Jungian.” Campbell met the challenge of Jung’s writings by distilling his collective works into an easily digestible read. To understand consciousness, to obtain what Jung called psychic equilibrium, we must master the language of the unconscious mind. This book can be part of that understanding.
     Starseed: The Third Millennium, Ken Carey – 1991. When the curtain is pulled back long enough, you begin to realize that humans are members of a much bigger family of beings. Carey,  through knowledge received through what he called transmissions, explained our relationship to the cosmos in a way that is comfortably grounding.
     One Mind, Larry Dossey – 2014. Dossey is a physician who has bridged the physical and metaphysical worlds through an incredible collection of case studies, scientific investigations, and personal experience. With over 10 books to his credit (each one a gem), Dossey has taken the reader step by step from the known to the unknown. One Mind explored consciousness through what Dossey called the non-local mind.
     Recovery of the Soul, Larry Dossey – 1989. The words soul and science may not seem to belong in the same sentence, but Dossey offered convincing proof (through case studies, scientific research and amazing stories) that both validated perceptions of a bigger picture and invited questions at a deeper level.
     Man’s Search for Meaning, Viktor Frankl – 1946. The question of the purpose life is universal. Frankl, a survivor of Auschwitz, presented his ideas about meaning and purpose that became the core of his Logo Therapy, but the triumph of the human spirit was his real take-home message.
     Vibrational Medicine, Richard Gerber – 1988. A radiologist, Gerber walked the reader through scores of energy medicine research, leaving the reader to question why Western medicine does not embrace this aspect of healing. In easy to understand language (and a host of wonderful illustrations, Gerber gave credence to what he called esoteric wisdom. This book is considered a classic in the pantheon of energy medicine.
     Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert – 2006. What may appear to be an armchair travel book is really about a dynamic spiritual quest. Throughout the story of her journey Gilbert scattered gems (such as the blue pearl meditation and the internal search for happiness) that she gained from various spiritual teachers in India and Bali.
     Infinite Minds, Valerie Hunt – 1996. Hunt explained her research into the field of the human energy field. She was one of the first people to scientifically measure the layers of the auric field. This book showed us, in an academic setting, where the metaphysical world meets the physical world.
The Future of the Mind, Michio Kaku – 2014. When a world famous physicist addresses the concept of consciousness and the mind, we should all pay attention. Kaku did just that as he explored consciousness through the lens of physics.
     Questions and Answers on Death and Dying, Elizabeth Kubler Ross. After hearing Kubler Ross speak in 1981, I wanted to read everything she’d written about human consciousness after death – after publishing her landmark book, On Death and Dying.
     The Cosmic Serpent, Jeremy Narby – 1998. In the course of spiritual exploration, we gather many data points (dots) and processing them is another aspect of the spiritual path. This was a book that helped me to connect the dots. Narby headed to South America and explored the chemical properties ofayahusca.He understood that this shamanic drug is a portal to consciousness and that the “cosmic serpent” is our own DNA.
     The Psychology of Consciousness, Robert Ornstein – 1986. Ornstein assembled a wonderful collection of early studies of consciousness and the mysteries of the mind. This book is considered to be an early classic in the exploration of consciousness.
     The Road Less Traveled, M. Scott Peck – 1978. We can’t understand consciousness without including the concept of love and compassion. This book is a classic best seller because Peck explained the dynamics of love in a simple yet profound way.
     The Field, Lynne McTaggart – 2003. Most books on consciousness are written by experts in the fields of medicine and physics, or even in healing and mysticism, but Lynne McTaggart is an American investigative journalist based in London. Puzzled that energy medicine is commonly accepted in England but not in America, she wrote about the scientific findings on aspects of energy healing and consciousness. The Fieldhas become a classic about research studies that’s written in an easy-to-understand style.
     The Mystery of the Mind, Wilder Penfield – 1975.Are the mind and the brain the same thing? Is the mind created by the brain, or is the mind independent of the brain? Penfield, an esteemed neurosurgeon, explored human consciousness from the perspective that the mind and brain are not the same thing, and he made a compelling case that the mind is not a product of the brain.
     Entangled Minds, Dean Radin – 2009. As the Director of Research for the Institute of Noetic Sciences, Radin was in a unique position to create studies on mind-body healing that otherwise might have been ignored or not funded. Using double-blind methodology Radin came to understand that science is beginning to prove what mystics have been saying for eons: thoughts are energy, consciousness is energy, and at a deep level, all of this energy coalesces into one connected, entangled mind.
     Secrets in the Field, Freddy Silva – 2002. In Ireland, life is often described as involving both the seen and the unseen worlds. Silva explored the unseen world through structures that were created to access it such as stone circles, dolmans, pyramids, and standing stones. With data points from around the world it would appear that planet earth is not only conscious, but that ley-lines form a geomantic grid also allows for instantaneous mind to mind contact.
     The Holographic Universe, Michael Talbot – 1992. If you are looking for a book filled with stories about mystical events and experiences, this is one of the best collections ever published. In an articulate narrative, Talbot guided readers through a complex understanding that every one and every thing is connected through a matrix of consciousness. (As a side note, after reading this book, I was invited to a dinner party where I was seated next to Marilyn Ferguson, the author of The Aquarian Conspiracy, and a good friend of Talbot’s. She said that Talbot’s publisher edited several of the most amazing stories out of the final version and shortly after that, Talbot died. We will never know what those stories were.
     Many Lives, Many Masters, Brian Weiss – 1988. At some point in our exploration of consciousness, we run into the concept of reincarnation. Weiss, a psychiatrist, wrote a beautiful story of the wisdom gathered from hypnotherapy sessions that gave credence not only to the idea that consciousness survives physical death, but that planet Earth is a “school” we attend to learn the difficult lessons of love and compassion.
     Miracles of Mind, Russell Targ and Jane Katra, – 1999. Russell Targ was instrumental in helping to establish the field of remote viewing that was used secretly by our military. In Miracles of Mind, Targ and Katra explored the psychic abilities known as clairvoyance and clairsentience and how these abilities can be used in the healing process.
     Waking Up In Time, Peter Russell – 1994. The premise of this seminal work, that time is an illusion (everything is now), and human stress is a result of the lack of conscience and consciousness. Inner peace involves examining our own consciousness and in doing so, opening up to a much greater world.
     The Source Field Investigations, David Wilcock – 2011. Wilcock created a wonderful synthesis of current research ranging from the mysteries of our DNA to our connections to the family of beings in the cosmos. With over 100 references, The Source Field Investigationsis a well documented and well written synthesis of information.
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Brian Luke Seaward, Ph.D.is the author of several popular books including Stand Like  Mountain, Flow Like Water; Health of the Human Spirit; Quiet Mind, Fearless Heart; Stressed Is Desserts Spelled Backward, and the acclaimed college textbook, Managing Stress. He is the executive Director of Inspiration Unlimited & The Paramount Wellness Institute in Boulder, Colorado and can be reached via his website

Some Morning Songs–– poem by Dorothy 

Some Morning Songs

She awoke in a field of love
to greet the morning sun. . .

Night was sensuous,
scarves enfolding each limb. . .

This day will be unlike any other,
yourself discovered again. . .

Always there are questions,
answers cloaked in mystery. . .

Dorothy Walters
May 8, 2018

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Singers ––poem by Dorothy 


Give all you have
to the kingdom.

The kingdom
will reward you greatly.

Spread your skirts
to catch the jewels
showering down from heaven.

Listen to the music
playing within,
and join the chorus
of the song.

Dorothy Walters
April 29, 2018

(image from internet)

Monday, May 21, 2018

The Magic of Ireland––Brian Luke Seaward 

The Magic of Ireland

By Brian Luke Seaward, Ph.D.

"The first time I noticed the imprint of what appeared to be a mysterious symbol on the palm of my right hand was in the shower as I poured out some shampoo. Over the next seven months, this same symbol appeared several more times. During the last occurrence it appeared on the left palm, this time with a Sanskrit word written on my finger. When all rational explanations fail (assuming fear has not erased our curiosity) we tend to entertain irrational possibilities.

When we cross the threshold of mystery, it’s wise to be cautious: we need both discernment and illumination. We certainly can use some guidance.
Spiritual wake up calls can come in a variety experiences – such as premonitions, psychic dreams, bizarre coincidences, or like the symbol on my palm.  The common thread found in these events is an invitation to explore a world different from the one experienced through the senses of sight, sound, taste, touch and smell. When the curtain is pulled back from our normal reality, even briefly, a glance into other realms is both alluring (the excitement of discovery) and challenging (the confrontation with belief). While there are many excellent guides, there are a few known to lead the curious astray.

I have had several mystical experiences and I know this isn’t rare. Having an “other worldly” encounter, one that defies the logical, rational mind, may not be uncommon, but it can leave us feeling alone. If we tell others, they might reject us or label us crazy. I think feeling apprehension is not only normal, but to some extent healthy: we should be cautious. But we should not let fear immobilize our spiritual quest.

In the past when spiritual awakenings led to exploration, the seeker would go to a tribal elder for validation, insight, wisdom. We still have wisdom keepers, yet today we are more likely to consult spiritual elders’ books than to talk to them directly.

On a trip to Ireland in 2010, I explored the ancient sites of New Grange and the portal tombs of the Boyne Valley. Walking among the field of stones, I recalled being told by a psychic that the symbol on my hand was an ancient Celtic symbol that would reveal itself to me one day. As I entered the portal tomb, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. There before me was a symbol identical to the one that appeared on my hand years before. The tour guide explained that Celtic bards and wisdom keepers marked these stones with symbols as a way to pass down wisdom through the ages. I passed my hand over the stone carving and smiled."

(picture from internet)

(Brian Luke Seaward is a writer, mystic, and lover of Ireland.  He leads special tours there often.  The front of the stone in front of the entrance to Newgrange is covered in spirals,
a symbol found throughout that country.  I did not particularly resonate when I walked through this ancient passage tomb, whereas I fell into profound ecstasy at the site of Tara,
the place where the old kings of Ireland were crowned.  Before that, Tara was sacred to the Great Mother Goddess.  I also felt much bliss at the various "holy wells" scattered about the countryside.)

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Tricks up its Sleeves 

Tricks up its Sleeves

I think I lost sight of myself
years ago, when something happened
and I became someone other than what I was.

This new personage and I
are still getting acquainted.
It arrives with tricks up its flowing sleeves,
granting me new abilities,
unaccustomed gifts.

Now I can feel
beyond the range of feeling,
fall into fountains of rapture,
know more than
I can understand.

I do not know where all this
is taking me.

I no longer ask,
no longer care.

Dorothy Walters
April 29, 2018

(image from internet)

Friday, May 18, 2018

Wakers––poem by Dorothy 


When some awake,
they arrive at a specified place.

It has objects, boundaries,
things waiting to greet them,
things with names.

When they rise
they walk with assurance
into the next room
outfitted with cups and saucers
and provisions to eat.
They have established schedules and are ready
to accomplish things.

Others awaken
and are not sure
where they are.
Nothing seems familiar
and they wonder
why they are there.
Vague memories still linger
of the night dream world,
or of past existences
in other settings and realms.

The are not sure how they got here
or why.
They sense they are in contact
with something they can't
quite name,
but they know it is important.
They are certain they have a purpose
but its instructions are not completely clear.

This is often the path
of the mystic and saint,
the invisible ones
 whose quiet contemplations
and radiant creations
save the world.

Dorothy Walters
May 7, 2018

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Mystics––poem by Dorothy 


Some people want answers,
find them in preestablished molds,
shape themselves to conform
to preexisting patterns,
ancient myths and legends,
and thus become
prefabricated selves
and so find happiness within.

Others are renegades,
won't conform,
follow Buddha and
lay down their own paths
as they go.

These ones are in danger,
a threat to established order,
go against the rules.
At times they are declared
mad and are locked away
for the safety of themselves
and others.
Sometimes they are tolerated,
but always with a wink and a smile.
Some even get their heads
cut off
when they refuse to submit
to the universal consensus of
how things are.

These are often the breeding ground
for great art, great compositions,
and get much praise and recognition
for their work
after they are safely dead,
no longer a threat.

"Much madness is divinest sense,"
said dear Emily,
pointing out the hidden truth.

Dorothy Walters
May 1, 2018

(image from Hubble site)

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Some Other Place––poem by Dorothy 

Some Other Place

I am from some other place,
and I plan to go back there
when I die.

Frankly, I am not sure
where I belong:
with the mystics
preparing to ascend,
some performing miracles
and speaking light language,
others listening to celestial music
playing within.

Or simply with the mavericks,
the ones who didn't fit in,
the strange ones
who went their own way
and persisted despite the objections 
of everyone around.

Whatever category I belong to,
at least it was me,
following the role carved out
for me many ages ago in some other place,
a place I still get glimpses of
now and again
and plan to return to
after I leave.

Dorothy Walters
May 7, 2018

(picture from Hubble site)

Tuesday, May 15, 2018



Monday, May 14, 2018

Honor the Senses––poem by Dorothy 

Honor the Senses

They will give you delight
beyond imagining.
You will see clouds
moving in majesty across the sky,
watch the tiniest petals
unfold in the rose garden,
hear celestial music,
rapture in the blood.

Honor the mind.

It will take you
to realms unheard of
and each will be
a partial revelation
but none will complete the whole.

Respect your body.

It came here with you,
sculpted from all your former
memories and desires.
Let it sustain you,
show you the way.

Bow to your spirit.

It will set off fireworks within.
It is that which loves you,
will carry you home.

Dorothy Walters
May 1, 2018

(image from internet)

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Climbers––poem by Dorothy 


Always there is a new challenge, 

a fresh discovery.  Nothing ever
remains the same.

We are all climbing up the mountain
but we are doing it in different ways.

Some are using pickaxes and ropes,
often swinging out into space
in daredevil ways.

Others of us are scrambling
over rocks and debris,
progress steady but slow.

The runners are ascending
as quickly as they can.
They like the fast line
but often have to stop to catch
their breath.

The invisible helpers
(called angels) are moving alongside
to tend to the wounded and fallen,
to help them move ahead.
When these are embodied,
they are called bodhisattvas.

Near the top are those
who have almost arrived
and keep shouting encouragement
to those struggling below:
"Keep on, you can do it,
don't give up now."

Together we move upward,
knowing that something important
awaits us up ahead.
No one knows exactly
what that is,
but we know it is our destiny
that will embrace us
when we arrive,
tell us that at last
we have found our true selves,
what we have been seeking
for so long.

Dorothy Walters
May 13, 2018

(image from internet)

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Another Unusual Day: Bliss, Boxes, and Synchronicity 

Another Unusual Day: Bliss, Boxes and Synchronicity

When I first woke up I turned immediately to a webcast on Accelerating Your Light Body.  Frankly, I did not resonate with the frequencies teacher was bringing in, and decided to be a witness rather than a participant. She spoke in front of a divider screen, behind which were people who apparently were cooking themselves breakfast. I found this movement and noise distracting.  For the most part she spoke directly to the other listeners (by name), but one observation was of special interest to me.  This was when she announced out of the blue "trouble with right ankle and leg plus hip problem."  Now, I have been having much swelling in my right leg as well as some discomfort in my right hip, so wondered if that message was for me.

This channel brought in healers and helpers from many realms, including some from Atlantis and Vanuvians (Venus?).  She spent time helping people with forgiveness and one or two other problems.  She was clearly in an altered state, but not in full trance.  She made many facial grimaces as she talked and often snapped her fingers.  Her expressions and gestures somehow reminded me of pictures of  oracles from other cultures I have seen on documentaries.  When she finished, several expressed appreciation and said they had been helped by the experience.

I felt that I had had my curiosity satisfied and felt no other results. But  when I did my practice, it was again sweet energy that got more intense until it resembled what I had felt at the beginning of my experience when I was much younger (back in l981)..  Even when I did the gentle movements of tai chi, or even simply moved my arms around softly in the air, I felt true bliss, and once more wondered if this was not how such practices had originated (when the practitioners felt the same energy move within.)  I had to stop when I got a call from a dear friend, and then later when that was over, the bliss returned and also a bit more channeling: "Go to the island, the island that is Ireland."  Again, I do not know the import of this message, but since I am almost entirely Scotch-Irish and was born on St. Patrick's day, these words got my attention. What brought the bliss?  The experience with the "oracle," my own practice now reinforced by the joy I am feeling these days, the visit with my dear friend?  Whatever the cause, it was delicious.  The book I preparing now carries the subtitle: "The Future as Ecstasy."  This rapture is what I am talking about.  It comes as part of the process of transforming your body, including the nervous system, cells, ligaments, and indeed all of you as Kundalini rewires your system to receive higher frequencies.  It is part of becoming the Divine Human that all of us are involved in these days,

Then a synchronicity occurred.  When I went downstairs later to check my mail, I discovered several plastic file boxes that someone was giving away.  I need such boxes for my future move, but I could not carry these.  I was on my way upstairs to get paper and pencil to announce that I wanted them and, as I waited at the elevator, a strong looking young man stepped off.  I did not know him, but asked if he could help me get the boxes upstairs into my apartment.  He even had a little dolly to carry them on.  He was happy to do this and I am now sitting happily in my home, with many useful boxes stashed behind my couch.

As always, my response is gratitude, gratitude, for all that is happening to me.  I think unseen powers are at work helping me.

Dorothy Walters
May 12, 2018

Friday, May 11, 2018

How I Learned to Channel  

How I Learned to Channel

Today was special.  I woke up feeling exalted for having found a new place to live, and here is what happened:

First, while I was in my dressing room, I picked  up my favorite essence, "Frankincense and Amber."  I waved it over my face a few times and immediately entered a slightly altered state.   This scent always brings deep relaxation and often, as happened this morning, my shoulders immediately went down and I felt sweet energies move within.  I raised my hands above my head and felt much bliss in the head.  I placed my hands a few inches away from body while I moved them down and around my physical body, until I reached my feet (via intention).  The sensation was delightful.

I next repeated my mantra silently and then, for some reason, decided to say it aloud, something I seldom do.  My voice immediately went into a lower register, sounding much like a male (from a previous incarnation?)  And then, much to my surprise, I decided to see if I could channel words aloud.  I had never done this before.

And then then a different voice spoke.  It was that of a mature female, with a decided Irish accent.  As far as I could tell, the accent was quite authentic, rolling r's and all.  She spoke in very simple language.

At first she assured me that she had been with me always and spoke messages of love and assurance.

Then I decided to ask a question.  I asked to learn something about the future.  The answer came in chant form:

"Trouble ahead, trouble ahead,
stay together, stay together."

This chant was repeated several times, sometimes becoming "Stay together, you can weather."

This chant reminded me of the I Ching reading: "Gather your friends around you.  In friendship there is strength.

Whatever the source of these words, they were clearly good advice.

Was this my inner guide speaking at last?  When I asked for her name, I got "Samantha."  Actually, I sleep with Samantha every night, for that is the name of the sheep who furnished the wool for the blanket on my bed.

Later, I tried to see if I could speak with an Irish accent once more, but I had limited success.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Drinking Song 

Drinking Song

I will stay up late tonight
but I don't care
for I am drunk
on the wine of creation.

An unknown lover
holds my hand
and drinks with me
to all we don't know
amidst the shadow world
of today
and still to come.

We care nothing
for the theories
and speculations,
the notions and combobulations.

What we know is this
feeling within,
this stream that flows
from somewhere to us,
making us like flowers
set aflame to drift
on transparent rivers
of joy.

Dorothy Walters
May 10, 2018

(Picture is by Fred LaMotte.  It represents pure joy, unencumbered by the woes of this world.  It makes me laugh,)

The Ascent 

The Ascent

Do not believe that
in order to ascend,
you must follow preset concepts,
worship certain images,
or perform specified rituals.

However, you must prepare by
cauldrons of fire,
forests of bewilderment,
and meetings
with unknown figures
who appear in your path.

You must feel your way
blindly ahead through darkness
and snow,
with no guide or savior
to sustain you,
to show you the way.

You will not be allowed
to measure your progress
until you reach the finish,
and by then, exhausted,
you may not realize
you have in fact arrived,
that you have been there
all along.

Dorothy Walters
May 6, 2018

Wednesday, May 09, 2018






Tuesday, May 08, 2018

Deva Premal––poem by Dorothy 

Deva Premal

Listening to this hidden goddess sing,
I forget who I am,
for I am she.
I move my clasped hands
above my head
to awaken
the sweet centers within.

She rises from the scent
of the blossom
where she resides.

Now it is time to move,
the rhythms of the body
matching the cadence
of the music.

She is honey nectar
and I drink shamelessly,
a hummingbird's tongue
thrusting into a flower.

My body knows how to listen,
where to go.

My body is this, this
frequency of light.

Dorothy Walters
April 8, 2018

(picture from internet)

Monday, May 07, 2018

Angels––Poem by Dorothy 


Some looked up, saw an angel riding
earthward on a cloud,
and gasped.

Others saw nothing,
proclaimed the whole thing
a fraud,
mumbled that they ought
to pass laws.

Still others wandered aimlessly,
looking under rocks and trees
for answers,
sleep walkers wishing that someone
would come along and find them.

The angel kept on coming
and soon was joined
by others of her kind,
all plunging down to earth
to help her in her need.

The alarm bell had sounded.
The sirens were going off.
The angels heard and were kissing awake
all who were ready,
who were open.

 (image from internet)

Dorothy Walters
May 6, 2018

Sunday, May 06, 2018

The Poet––poem by Dorothy 

The Poet

I am a fountain
 pouring forth verses
that are seeking beauty.

I am a flower
opening into its own joy.

I am a shuttle
weaving a tapestry of words.

I am a mind that has
fallen in love with itself,
that wants to speak things
unheard of,
hidden for too long.

I am a map
marking with a circle
 my heart's destination.

I am another,
a reality come
to be birthed
and then return
once again.

Dorothy Walters
May 1, 2018

Friday, May 04, 2018

The Ever Recurring Mystery––poem by Dorothy 

The Ever Recurring Mystery

When a child is born,
it is a bundle of mystery.

As it grows, it will pose
the essential questions:
"Where did I come from?
Why am I here?
Where will I go when I die?"

Who knows the answer
to these unfathomable questions?
Sometimes the elders create myths,
tell stories, make fables
to soothe the generations.
Strange ceremonies are created,
rituals of love and death.

In the meantime,
the young find their place,
mold themselves to occupy
a niche in the wall of the usual group.
They find rewards by
not asking,
and sleepwalk through
their existence.

The questions remain
but only the philosophers
consider them.
But try as they will,
they cannot come up
with satisfying answers
so they quit asking about
the imponderables,
and confine themselves
to those queries that have answers.
Old philosophies, tried approaches
 are left to die in a ditch,
for they are now irrelevant.

Always the mystery remains,
deep and impenetrable.

Rumi said, "I am from some other place
and when I die I'm going back there."
As always, he spoke truth
and left the rest of us lost in wonder.

Dorothy Walters
May 1, 2018

(image from internet)

Thursday, May 03, 2018

The Ascent––poem by Dorothy 

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The Ascent

If you want to ascend this mountain,
you must throw away
everything you have carried
to sustain you thus far.

No maps, no compasses,
no neatly packed lunches
and flasks of refreshing drinks.

You must be willing 
to climb alone
into unmarked regions,
across valleys and steep hills,
over rocks and boulders,
scree and ice.

At times you will think
you cannot go on,
that you will perish
of exhaustion,
of feelings of abandonment.

A voice will say, "Continue"
and you will summon your strength,
even if your boots are torn
and your body cries out 
for rest.

When you finally arrive there,
you will be blinded by light
and ravished by love.

You will wonder if 
this is what you came for,
the prize you were seeking.

Already you will be transformed
into something other,
someone whose longing
is only for more,
to be embraced again and again
by the invisible nameless who is there
to receive you,
to tell you that She is the one you desire.

You will not turn back.
There is no way down.

Dorothy Walters
April 2,  2018

Wednesday, May 02, 2018

Those Sanctified Ones poem by Dorothy 

Those Sanctified Ones

What did the do,
those sanctified ones
of earlier days,
with their billowing clothes
and their curious hats,
married to God?

How did they react when they
felt that Other stirring in
their loins, arousing
their flesh
in unexpected places?

Did they call it the demon
and do penance,
bread and water,
prayers repeated endlessly?

Or did they welcome
the unknown suitor,
allow rapture to enter
and fill them with joy,
Teresa in her ecstasy,
the angel thrusting its lance
into her heart?

Note:  St. Teresa of Avila is depicted experiencing intense rapture in Bernini's famous statue in Rome. 

(Image from internet)

Dorothy Walters
May 1, 2018

Tuesday, May 01, 2018

The Human Connection––poem by Dorothy 

The Human Connection

There are times when
what we need is comforting.

We long for someone to
hold our hand or even
take us in their arms,
and say, don't worry,
it is going to be all right.

The caregivers most
of all need care.
The lovers need love.
The seekers need others
to share  with.
We crave for the human touch,
to be reassured that we
are not alone in the journey.

Julian of Norwich famously said,
"All shall be well and all manner
of things shall be well."
Though she was described as in retreat,
she lived in a little chamber
right on the street, with a window
where people passing could pause
and speak with her.
Perhaps they talked of spiritual
topics, or asked for a blessing.
Perhaps they chatted about
the town news.
She herself was thus in contact.
Even Julian needed a human bond.

Dorothy Walters
April 30, 2018

(image from internet)

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