Thursday, July 22, 2021
A strange dream Would like to post this on my private page, but can't find it. Here is my post, entitled "A Break in Time.".
Would like to post this on my priv
ate page, but can't find it. Here is my post, entitled "A Break in Time."
I generally do not recall my dreams, but found myself having this one recently just as I woke up. I was with an unknown companion looking 'across the street" at a row of buildings, with only a pile of rubble where the center building recently stood. There were no humans in this scene. We did not know what had happened, why the building had collapsed. Two days later the news showed pictures of the rubble from a collapsed building in Florida. It was a major disaster. At first I thought it was a "premonition" dream of a coming disaster. Then I realized that this "event" had already taken place and my dream was of the aftermath. I felt no emotion, just a curiosity about what had happened. The fact that we were looking from "across the street" was important, as if we were from some other place or dimension. Also important was the fact that we saw no life amidst the rubble, only the debris. This was a very strange "dream" that somehow seemed more than a dream. Were my "friend" and I from another dimension?
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# posted by Dorothy : 7/22/2021 01:21:00 PM
Monday, July 19, 2021
Not in a cave
Not in a Cave
No, I did not live in a cave.
Never bathed in icey cold rivers.
Nor did I take a vow of silence,
yet said nothing
for 14 years.
Then in the 15th year I met a man
who understood my tale,
though I never spoke it aloud.
My ecstasy filled the room.
He felt it
and let it mingle with his own.
Dance of Shiva and Shakti.
Butterfly and blossom,
candle and flame,
male and female,
all combinations the same
to the One.
When two ecstatics get together
anything can happen.
No words were needed.
Silence spoke,
sang songs of transcendence
and transfiguration,
of love,
unbearable joy.
Dorothy Walters
July 18, 2021
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# posted by Dorothy : 7/19/2021 05:11:00 PM
Poetry changed to prose
Once again, a lovely poem is primted as if prose. Blogger no longer supports poetry. It only recognizes prose. So sad. Also, no way to raise the font. only itty bitty size, making reading hard for folks like me with low vision.
# posted by Dorothy : 7/19/2021 05:09:00 PM
Saturday, July 10, 2021
Alex RespondsII felt you the minute your words were in the room. I felt your light all the way home. I felt your soul through the night causing blissful tears of unmeasurable flows. A soul so strong as to heal heart by whisper and love softly by wind. Soul so beautiful as to cause premature bloom on the wild flowers where she still roams. I hear your secrets and I live I’m your poems. Your love and divine infused essence will continue to be whispered forever and your droplet to shine bright, peacefully and eternally in our ocean. A dear friend gave me the book “The Goddess Speaks” And the Goddess was heard -ALEX ROGERS
I felt you the minute your words were in the room. I felt your light all the way home. I felt your soul through the night causing blissful tears of unmeasurable flows.
A soul so strong as to heal heart by whisper and love softly by wind.
Soul so beautiful as to cause premature bloom on the wild flowers where she still roams.
I hear your secrets and I live I’m your poems.
Your love and divine infused essence will continue to be whispered forever and your droplet to shine bright, peacefully and eternally in our ocean.
A dear friend gave me the book “The Goddess Speaks”
Not
And the Goddess was heard
-ALEX ROGERS
Note: I could not find a way to raise this font. I am low vision and prefer larger type. Am I missing something?
# posted by Dorothy : 7/10/2021 08:59:00 AM
Friday, June 04, 2021
Hadewijch of Antwerp
Hadewijch
Dear Lady, I know you well.
The solitary cup of tea,
the walk alone in the woods.
Hours kneeling
before the cross.
You shared many secrets,
but the one you never shared
was this:
your love was in your body,
you felt it in you cells,
your hands, your lovely cheek.
How young you were.
Your fiery spirit confined
in those strange costumes,
that curious head gear, those
billowing skirts.
Yet Love
found your heart,
told you how to turn,
how to pray without
words,
you were hers.
The others at times
did not approve.
How much is too far?
You listened silently and wrote
more verses.
Dead at 45,
who knows why?
yet still here.
Dorothy Walters
June 1, 2021
(Hadewijch was a Beguine who lived in whatis now Belgium. Beguinae were independent women who lived together and, though they were mostly good Catholics, exercised a certain freedom of thought and action. Some of Hadewijch's ideas challeged traditional church beliefs.)
# posted by Dorothy : 6/04/2021 07:06:00 PM
Friday, April 23, 2021
Marjorie Woollacott
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6_7sdNeahC4
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Wonderful interview with neuroscientist Marjorie Woollacott on science and spirituality.
Don't miss it.
# posted by Dorothy : 4/23/2021 10:28:00 PM
Sunday, April 04, 2021
Poetry and Music– – Brenda McMorrow and Dorothy Walters
Announcement
Who: Brenda McMorrow and Dorothy Walters
What? Music and Poetry
How? Dorothy reads from her new book of poems (“The Goddess Speaks: Poems of Ecstasy and Transfiguration”) and Brenda sings in her inimitable way. Together they weave a tapestry of love.
When: April 6, 2021
Where: Youtube
Cost: Free
Brenda is a world renowned singer/composer; Dorothy is a widely published poet of magical effects.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LnKpV3yXF00
(above is the link to reach this youtube presentation)
# posted by Dorothy : 4/04/2021 08:20:00 PM
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
Brenda McMorrow and Dorothy Walters: Zoom tomorrow
Dorothy Walters and
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Brenda is a well knnown singer/commposer and Dorothy is a poet. Tomorrow they combine their talents for a special performance. It will eventually go up on YouTube.
# posted by Dorothy : 3/30/2021 04:07:00 PM
Tuesday, February 02, 2021
On the Spanda Karikas
On the "Spanda Karikas"
Here is a reprint of a post I entered several years back. For me, the "Spanda Karikas" is in fact one of my essential books, especially in the NYU edition with intro by Paul Ortega-Muller. I believe you can now buy this edition on Google Play.
Spanda means "Writings on" and Karika means Pulsation. This text from hundreds of years back describes the universe as the result of constant vibration or pulsation. Thus it resonates with contemporary physics.
Here is my earlier entry:
"Recently, I mentioned the book titled "The Field," (by Lynn McTaggert) which contains some fascinating information about new disocoveries in frontier physics. Lately I have been having some interesting discussions with some friends about seeming parallels with ancient lore contained in certain early Kashmir Shaivite texts. The latter seem, to me, to predict the discoveries coming along at present about the makeup of our "material" world.
I won't pursue this too long, but I do want to add that when I mentioned the apparent similarities in recent discoveries in quantum physics and ancient Eastern wisdom literature, I was thinking more or less specifically of the text named the "Spanda Karikas" (with its commentary the "Spanda Nirnaya"--the English title is "The Yoga of Vibration and Divine Pulsation" in case anyone wants to locate it.)
My translation is the Jaideva Singh (from the State U. of N. Y. Press) with a foreward by Paul E. Muller-Ortega. And I realize that much of my grasp (however limited) of this work is based on his (to me) most masterful introductory comments.
Here are some that stand out, and seem to me to be associated with several of the concepts presented in "The Field" (which, along with other books written for the lay audience, I must rely on for my scattered knowledge of what may be coming up in current theory).
"Long before the discoveries of modern physics, the Shaivite concept of spanda intimates a view of reality as composed of a vibratory web of infinite complexity."
(Muller-Ortega continues going into the metaphysical implications....most physics hasn't reached this point yet):
"Moreover, the Shaivite tradition suggests to us a unifying continuity between our physical reality, the activities of sense perception, and all forms of interior awareness. All of these are seen as phenomenal manifestations of the ultimate consciousness, enmeshed in a complex vibratory matrix."
Muller once more summarizes the text:
"Employing a variety of metaphors, the tradition often glosses the spanda by the term sphurra, the scintillating pulse of the supreme light which continuously trembles with its own incandescence. In sonic terms the spanda is glossed as the nada, the subtle but powerful resonance that echoes through the supreme silence...."
(Now, more extension into metaphysics): "The supreme spanda releases a vibrating spectrum of energies that originate within the supreme (anuttara). As the infinitely fast vibration of the supreme systematically coalesces and condenses into progressively slower and thicker vibrations, tnagible perceptible forms emerge from the void and formlessness of the ultimate consciousness. These apparently solid appearances are called "cognitions" (puramasa) and they are complex and sustained interference patterns which arise in the intermerging cross-swirl of energies created by the interaction of the vibratory consciousness with itself."
Well, I won't continue, but I do think these excerpts offer material for interesting reflection, in and of themselves, but also I sense echoes with some of the more modern material coming forth from some contemporary physicists. Many of the words and themes seem to resonate, one with the other, such as:
Light and vibration ---(doesn't string theory posit a vast sea of infinitesimal dangles of light as the basis of all material reality? Aren't we now told that everything which seems to be material and solid is in fact a deception, since there is nothing, really, but dancing particles of charged energy--something akin to samsara or maya?)
Resonance--Here again, resonance seems to be an underlying concept in both areas. McTaggart speaks of the universal resonance of virtually everything with everything else--a constant process of both resonance and exchange of energies.
Interference--spoken of by McTaggart as extremely important--a central concept.
Now, there is much more, and of course the Shaivite texts proceed to link their world view to a total, more metaphysical system. But there are indeed seeming parallels, and I would indeed welcome a review by someone versed in both areas.
I of course have no such knowledge, and hence am forced to rely on what bits and pieces I can pick up from those who write for a general audience. And, indeed, I would never think to try to convince "science" of anything--a futile task, indeed. I would merely like this mythical writer to inform and enlighten me (and kindred souls) beyond my present limits.
And--I would not "tie these investigations to an every shifting scientific world view." I would readily agree that all we could hope to do would be to get a firmer grasp of seeming parallels, not for all time, but for the present moment, which is, I think, a time of possible opening and discovery, not in terms of literal and total concurrence, but some very fascinating similarities.
And, as a final note, I would add that I, of course, tie such discussions to the experience of kundalini bliss, in which one becomes, in effect, a pulsating body of light, an infinitesimal particle dancing in the endless sea of divine consciousness.
P. S. Although this SUNY text is now out of print and expensive to purchase, you can order it in what I take is a digital form for your pad or other device for less.
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Saturday, January 30, 2021
Poem ruined by blogger editors
I just successfully posted my poem on my FB page. If you want to read it with proper line breaks, it is available there.
# posted by Dorothy : 1/30/2021 08:27:00 PM
Poem ruined by blogger editors
The previous entry was written as a poem. Then blogger editors removed all the line breaks and ruined it. Why did they do this? Are they prejudiced against poetry? What is going on? I used to have no trouble of this sort. Now I am thinking of getting off blogger and trying another site. Why did they try to fix something that was not broken?
# posted by Dorothy : 1/30/2021 08:18:00 PM
What Happened
What Happened
(with apologies to Mary Oliver)
I once believed in the reality
of thinking things true
as proved by equations and
pronouncements by authorities.
Then one day
a surprise occurred
and indescribable bliss
went racing up to my head
and I fell into a trance
of love.
I quit trying to explain
all this to others: no one
understood and I had no real words, just
these rare and exquisite sensations
of lovemaking with the invisible.
Where were these unknown raptures coming from?
Was it angels making love with me?
Frankly, I wouldn't believe any
of this strangeness,
if it had not happened to me.
Dorothy Walters
January 30, 2021
# posted by Dorothy : 1/30/2021 07:41:00 PM
Saturday, January 23, 2021
Living in the Two Worlds
Those of us who undergo deep spiritual awakenings know that from that moment forward our lives are totally changed. On the one hand, we bear the legacy of our previous lives--outwardly conforming to the rules of society, paying our taxes like a good citizen, reaching out to contribute what we can as viewers of regular upheavals in our society, signing petitions, grieving when we find in the obituary columns another name we recognize, whether of friends or celebrities as another significant piece of our personal identity quilt unravels and drifts away.
Those who do not know of our secret, hidden life assume that we are the same person they have always known, someone who shares their own values, who can be counted on to discuss the latest volume of poetry or prose, the most recent political outrage as the country falls deeper into universal chaos.
But alongside this persona, the public personality, exists the shadow (hidden) self, the authentic being who constantly yearns for connection with another realm, the one that guides us into ever deepening waters of belief or experience, who directs us to embrace notions unknown to the world at large. Here we may speak with like minded others of such ideas as the divine human, evolution of human consciousness, even planetary initiation. These terms likely mean little or nothing to those caught up in
maya, the world of human affairs and universal social happenings––the doers and activists who dedicate themselves to human betterment in various ways. Our inner world cannot be satisfactorily described to others. It can be approached through diverse avenues, from meditation to chanting to rapture begotten by deep listening of ancient melodies. It can be a very solitary experience as through the thrill of Kundalini energies in the body, or communal, as by group approaches that invite the mysteries to appear. It demands intense concentration as one experiences evident shifts of consciousness that lead into another world, a kingdom of amazing transformation where love and beauty reign supreme.
Here one drops the mantle of dedicated citizen and becomes the universal seeker, the one who wants only connection with Source, ever undefinable but easily recognized when it occurs. How can one be both, active participant in the world's external affairs and secret practitioner open to divine connection to a divine reality? No longer does the disciple seek refuge in caves and forests, immune to the chaos and confusion of the outer world. One partakes of the hustle and bustle of the marketplace, but one also engages in the greater project: redemption of the species through personal dedication to Source, the power that brought us here and tells us how to go forward, as we together, evolve into our next configuration as the New Human.
Dorothy Walters
January 23, 2021
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Friday, January 22, 2021
The Story of Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty
sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty
had a great fall.
And all the king's horses
and all the king's men
could not put Humpty
together again.
# posted by Dorothy : 1/22/2021 10:30:00 PM
Sunday, January 10, 2021
The Seeker's Journal
The Seeker's Journal
There are many mystics
and each has his own design:
Blake and his Albion,
Yeats and his gyres.
Somewhere Buddha
lifts his flower,
the rishis chant their truth.
Christ rises again
and a yogi
dissolves in rapture
and pain.
We thread our way
among the labyrinths
of thought,
hoping to discover
the key,
the password to
the ultimate unnamed,
that which we are seeking
and do not find,
though we sometimes
catch vague glimpses
but are never quite sure,
until love grips us
in his implacable arms
and gives us a kiss
that has no words.
Dorothy Walters
January 10, 2021
# posted by Dorothy : 1/10/2021 10:42:00 PM
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
A Documentary and a Book
A Documentary and a Book
A friend whose judgement I highly respect has just watched and now recommends the following Documentary:
"The Way of the Psychonauts"
You can google it and watch it for a small fee (about $5.00). It includes interviews with folks like Stan Grof, Rupert Sheldrake, and other spiritual adventures of recent times. These were indeed the pioneers of the spiritual awakening movement and the documentary promises to be quite interesting.
The book that I am currently reading is called "The Mind of the Cells," by Sat Prem. Though written some years ago, it is "the key to man's passage to the next species." Sat Prem was the primary disciple of 'The Mother " (Shri Aurobindo's spiritual wife) and he recorded many of her sayings and commentaries. These are cutting edge notions of what is in store for us as we literally transmute into a new form of our prior selves. It is not an easy read, but you can obtain a copy (if you wish to explore these radical ideas) from:
https://www.auromere.com/products/mind-of-the-cells/
This edition costs under $10.00.
I am a slow reader, but the main idea I have received so far is that "man" is a transitional being, a form who will evolve into another species as time progresses. This notion requires much thought and contemplation to assimilate its meaning and ramifications. A friend and I are going to read it "together" and discuss some of the main ideas through zoom. If you have any questions you want us to consider, you are welcome to contact me and I will raise them in our zoom session.
# posted by Dorothy : 12/29/2020 03:57:00 PM
Sunday, December 27, 2020
The Fire and the Rose
The Fire and the Rose
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T. S. Eliot––"Little Gidding"
What it was
was elsewhere,
a place that no one has visited,
not even in the first darkness,
the second remembering
why we were here.
It was enough, I think,
that we were given glimpses,
tastes of the eternal,
seasonings of something
greater than we could grasp,
moments of illumination
that blinded in the instant,
voices that we almost heard,
music that played unnoticed within.
Yet we yearned for more.
Who are we
that we might
stand in the midst
of revelation and remain,
behold the entirety
of that which is,
the silence that dissolves us
into itself, forever swallowed
into the nameless?
Dorothy Walters
December 17, 2020
# posted by Dorothy : 12/27/2020 07:44:00 PM
Saturday, December 19, 2020
The Goddess Speaks is now published
This notice appeared on Åmazon on December 9, 2020. It is the culmination of a life time of writing poetry. Maybe if you order now you can get it before December 25.
I will post a more formal launch page soon.
The Goddess Speaks: Poems of Ecstasy and Transfiguration Paperback – December 9, 2020
by Dorothy Walters PhD. (Author)
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Paperback
$14.95
# posted by Dorothy : 12/19/2020 08:48:00 PM
Monday, November 30, 2020
What I Have Come Here to Know
What I Have Come Here to Know
It did not always arrive
in words.
Sometimes it was
just a feeling,
holding the hand
of someone you loved
or the tumultuous waves
that washed through you
when you were dissolved
totally and knew nothing
but the bliss of the invisible,
come to claim you
as its own.
I could name things:
Mozart lifting you
to a place beyond the supreme moment
your body trembling
toward a different realm,
too intense to bear––
those leaves stirring within
as they shared their joy
with me, the witness––
those sweet frequencies that rose up
from earth itself
and captured you
in Ireland's sacred places,
your heart exploding
with unquenchable desire.
And of course
there were the dark opposites:
the betrayals,
the broken promises,
the desertions by the faithful.
All knit together now
into a single ball of truth,
a blend of everything
into a shining perception
of final reality,
how you are now mixed together
as one.
Dorothy Walters
November 21, 2020
# posted by Dorothy : 11/30/2020 11:21:00 AM
The Evolute–– poem by Dorothy
The Evolute
If you wish to transmute,
open yourself to change.
Le the vibrations of transmutation
flow through your being
like a gentle wind caressing a rose
that opens its mouth to rain,
a bud that waits
for the awakening sun.
Yes, you can hear without ears,
see without eyes.
These are done by the invisibles
again and again,
even without your knowing
or recognition.
But if you are wed
to the realm
of the senses,
you will not reach
the kingdom I describe.
You will reject its perfections
for a world more familiar,
and wonder why anyone
would desire to enter
the realm of the immutable––
you will be content to remain
where you are, perishable
as a shadow in moonlight.
You will never know
the world of
formless beyond form,
the permanent after the ephemeral,
the embrace of ultimate bliss,
union with the unseen divine.
You will never find
your cosmic lover,
trembling as the earth shudders,
shaking within as secret love enters,
all in time with the leaf that wavers
now in your chest.
Dorothy Walters
November 20, 2020
# posted by Dorothy : 11/30/2020 11:08:00 AM
Friday, November 13, 2020
Ivan Granger "The Warbler Knows"
The Warbler Knows
By Ivan M. Granger
(1969 - )
The warbler knows
only dawn's shaft
of light
on her breast.
Forgetting false future
suns, she sings
in no voice
but her own.
# posted by Dorothy : 11/13/2020 08:34:00 AM
Saturday, November 07, 2020
The witch is dead
Ding, dong,
the witch is dead!!
# posted by Dorothy : 11/07/2020 04:30:00 PM
Thursday, October 29, 2020
Election Promises––Mark Belletini
Election Promises – by Mark Belletini
I hear the polls
are going to be open on Tuesday.
All day.
Good. I certainly intend to go to them.
I certainly invite you to go to them and vote too.
But today I say the polls
Are not just open on Tuesday.
I say they are open every day.
Every hour. Even here. Even now.
‘Right now I am going to vote
for the robin’s egg sky,
the vanilla clouds,
the purple shadow spreading
under the gingko tree,
I am going to vote for tulips and redbuds,
I am going to vote for love,
That doesn’t have to run in someone else’s circles
in order to be love.
I’m going to vote the homeless into homes.
I’m going to vote the uneducated into classrooms
that teach them in the way they learn best,
not the way that would be most convenient.
I’m going to vote the sick into healing.
I’m going to vote the lost into belonging.
I’m going to vote, right now,
for the right to dream of a world
where the word politics
doesn’t stop me in my tracks,,
And where the word honor still
has a few good meanings left.
I’m going to vote right now
for the power of free people
to actually be free,
No matter who they are,
no matter who has abandoned them,
no matter who hates them.
I actually am going to vote for love,
I am going to vote for truthfulness as the norm,
not the exception.
I’m going to vote for a world
that doesn’t vote for killing, control and swagger,
I’m going to vote for you.
I’m going to vote for me.
Right now. Right here. Silently. But for real.
# posted by Dorothy : 10/29/2020 09:35:00 AM
Friday, October 16, 2020
You are my true self, O Lord
By Shankara
(788 - 820)
English version by Ivan M. Granger
You are my true self, O Lord.
My pure awareness is your consort.
My breath, my body are your handmaids.
I am your holy ground.
My every action is an offering to you.
My rest is my melting into you.
Every step I take circles you.
Every word I speak is a song for you.
Whatever work I do, that work is worship of you,
O Fountain of Bliss!
This Dance of Bliss: Ecstatic Poetry from Around the World Edited by Ivan M. Granger
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# posted by Dorothy : 10/16/2020 11:30:00 AM