John, Paige and Sunny and Netplayers,
Sunny, I'd like to start by saying that I sent you loving, healing prayerful energy for a swift recovery and the full resumption of wind sprinting by this time next week! Few of us realize the healing power of prayer, however we conceive of the Divine, and know that I sent you cosmic love from the sunny, coastal Bay Area. Here it is, catch it!;-)
Since I know you, Paige, I can attest that your best teacher (as mine) is two years and some months old and as befits parenting, the score still remains: kids 10, parents nothing! Your presence on this listserve is palpable and I deeply appreciate your conscious presence whether overtly visible or not. Please keep it up. Motherhood ends with this lifetime.
I arrived home round midnight from Sonoma, CA, just over an hour north, where I am a shirttale member of the Sonoma Ashram. Some six years ago, I met Baba Hariji while attending a Mystery School, and, as a consequence, I still savor having received myriad spiritual gifts. I venture north, from time to time, to meet visiting friends and to taste the cosmic energies that manifest at this magical place.
In addition to eating home grown organic vegetarian food, I assisted in laying flagstone before a beautiful meditation room. I aided a gentle seeker, Teotlani, by name, who shares my depth of passion for rocks! (Try encountering that at a 7-11 convenience markt!) I also met healers, retired food distributors, and many others who practiced savah (sp?), selfless service.
Following dinner, we retreated to the temple where a visiting guest pulled out his marvellous steel guitar, dusted off his voice and we sang Kirtan for over an hour! Somewhere along the line my eyes began shedding tears, my nose started dripping like a fawcet, and what little of me remained just joyfully fused with the universe. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh how much Soul Ray Michael loves to chant the myriad names of Divine God!
Still later in the evening, I settled into yet another conversation with a seeker who lives at the ashram. After wandering all over the spiritual map, we ended up exchanging lovingly sweet energies, hand to hand and then cross body through each of our respective heart chakras. The sustained pulse of Divine energies had a sweet, viscose quality; perhaps that of gem-perfect amber? As I subsequently reported to John, I did not drive as much as flew home! Grounding, please. . .
How much I long to be part of a spiritual community. And spiritual community is what Paige, I and many others are being God-guided to assemble here in Pacifica, a working class town of some 40,000 along the Pacific Coast. I observe there are several concentric circles of individuals being re-enacted as we speak (we've known one another for countless lifetimes). Without going into the particulars, I observed that I (Paige, too?!) am being guided to honor and gather those belonging to a deeper level of Divine communion with one another, the earth, and with Divine Creator energies.
Sometimes what draws us together are mutual friends and congealing networks of awakening servers. Othertimes it is conversation whenin I actually concluded that others are as nutty as I AM! What comes through are lessons from dreams, waking visions, stones show up bearing messages, power allies like raven, hawk and hummingbird arrive bearing unseen gifts. Sometimes, as Paige points out, John or I visit her on the astral, or vice versa. We are all being asked to work in ever deeper ways, as from my vantage point, there are times that soul incubation is appropriate and other times when we are being asked to become greater than a mosaic's individual parts.
I may have already written the NWN that the redwood trees are guiding me into new patterns of leadership. These ancient remnants of Lemuria (the continent, like Atlantis, that once lay off the Pacific coast from us) are urging me to stand in union among others, to support, lead and co-create with each other while sharing our Divine gifts.
I don't know how many of you have had an opportunity to shamonically "journey" with others, but if you are open to going there, it is well worth considering. In visiting--say--Ganesha's temple, through the orchard and past the grand temple gates, one member who is visual sees and describes it all while another who is kinesthetic and empathic (like me) reveals the feelings and the profound knowings that attach. Since each one of us is a Divine snowflake, everyone has their uique gifts to share, one to the next. And when all is said and done, the proverbial elephant (outrageous pun?, tusk, tusk) becomes much more easily identifiable when a group bearing myriad gifts navigates a sacred journey.
It's not that flying solo is wrong; it is not. However I do believe that the rewoods are urging me/ us to step into one another's Divine shadows and learn one from the next, how to create a mutually beneficial world (at warp speed).
What I observe around me is awakening servers who have myriad capacities, interests, needs, and abilities, many of whom long to be part of something greater. Nesting Divine hierarchies (as opposed to dominator hierarchies that are much more familiar to our broken, autarchic political world) that reflect the Individualization of Divine God-Source with sacred biological families, culturally created families, temples, schools, other subgroups, communities, cities and regions remains the spritual and eco-geographical task for our time.
Each of us must be willing to step up, however, as Beings capable of trusting in each of our respective Divinities. We must become capable of expressing and celebrating, in whatever language that best suits us, affirmations that affirm our respective mighty I AM! presences. Therafter, whatever we we feel compelled actually do requires recognizing our gifts. The bounty is being able to link to others who can learn from, laugh with, occationally emotionally trigger (thereby releasing us from what no longer serves) those who have reincarnated over countless lifetimes together.
I sometimes long to return to the Ashram. Perhaps I'll bring aspects of that community to bear here in Pacifica where my son and I live. How do we navigate with one foot squarely in the Sacred and the other within the formerly Profane? The task for enlightened human beings is to create heaven on earth. Let's go there, together.
Blessings, Love and Divine Light,
Michael