The Murmuration of Little Things

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There is a natural phenomenon known as a murmuration of birds. This is when these magnificent flying creatures are closely grouped together and move in an invisible unison, as if being orchestrated silently behind the hidden veil of things, by one who knows all and loves all. Avian splendor like this fills me with love for all that exists. There are so many beautiful things in the world, that when I stop to think about even one of them, I will be tempted to cease all my worldly activities, and completely surrender to an indescribable bliss that just wells up from within me for no apparent reason.

This murmuration of birds sweetly whispered to us from divine places is merely one of the more dramatic examples of God’s ineffable beauty – a divine message saying to all of us that just because you see me in the skies in these grand displays, does not mean you should stop looking for me in the most ordinary of things and of moments. For, despite what you have been led to believe, that is where you will truly find me. Not in churches, architecturally perfect, yet missing that indefinable something that is spirituality in its essence. You will find that I exist everywhere you look, even in the tiniest thing.

Be a Divine Weirdo !!!!

Consciousness, Iconoclasm, Psychology, Spirituality, Uncategorized

Deliciously revel in your unique brand of weirdness; for, it is precisely this quality that will save our civilization from being slowly suffocated by a particularly virulent strain of apathy and boredom. Becoming a sublime, card-carrying member of the deviant fringe is what is needed most now in the world. We must have visionary heretics who take delight in odd things, and imaginatively gifted freaks who will inspire all earthlings to embark with them on a holy quest to discover brilliant new ways to bring paroxysms of outrageous joy and volcanic outpourings of exquisite rapture to all of the unloved, lonely, and desolate spaces of our planet.

THE MAJESTY OF WHAT IS

Consciousness, Spirituality, The Outdoors, Uncategorized

See divinity in the tiniest of things: the sacred geometry of a bird’s nest; the iridescent splendor of a single drop of rain, which is almost a vibrant microcosm unto itself; or, the humble perfection that is a spider’s web. The handiwork of God is all around you, if you are ready to see it. It is more primordial than the most ancient of galaxies, and closer to you than your own breath. You cannot take a step without being fully immersed in an ocean of awareness so all-encompassing and transcendent, that it defies our feeble attempts to put into words its staggering, heart-wrenching beauty.

THE DISTORTED MIRROR

Consciousness, Language, Spirituality, Uncategorized

I love it when I am able to feel the oceanic depths of my being as waves of effervescent joy roll through my soul, filling me with with such indescribable ecstasy, that nothing else matters. During these times, the world just fades away into nonexistence, and I get a small tantalizing hint of why we may be here, walking around on this lovely little globule of rocky dust encircled by blue, lapping waters that we call the earth, and that we decided to call our home for a brief time. This feeling is not really a feeling, but more of an inner conviction that we are forever connected to something so inconceivably vast, all that matters is the maintaining and deepening of this connection. I believe that there is no limit to how far I can descend into its magnificent depths; that the further I go, the more there will be to explore and experience.

During these times, I am surrounded and engulfed by a limitless presence, so all-encompassing and incredibly ancient, it boggles the mind. Which is a good thing. We need our minds completely and utterly boggled, discombobulated into stunned bewilderment and turned so topsy-turvy, that they stop headlong in their tracks, and are able to recede way into the background of our consciousness. Our minds have a tendency to dim the infinite splendor that is unadorned reality, fogging up the mirror of our perceptions so that we mistake the external world for what is, and thereby diminishing all of the unmitigated joy we should be having. In our desire to make sense of things, to even have a tenuous grasp onto something reassuringly solid in a capricious universe, we limit our understanding to a mere fraction of what it could be. The way we see things could be infinite. Instead, we exchange our Ultra HD 4K television, for a fifty year old black and white, rabbit-eared piece of junk, that can barely pick up two channels. We need to be constantly wiping away the dirt and the grime and accumulated gunk from our perceptual mirrors through actively seeking out incredibly rich experiences, and ideas; through surrendering to strange beguiling epiphanies, and embarking on delirious dream flights to mysterious temples where we can receive the holiest of forbidden wisdom. We need to do all these things, and more, so that our minds will be thrown for a loop, and therefore, allow us to be in the right place to taste the ethereal joys that are ever our birthright.

So, you must get rid of your soul-sapping complacency by indulging that part of your soul that craves the unfamiliar, and bravely tread the forgotten cobblestones of an uncertain path. The kind of path that will take you places that exist altogether apart from the human mind. Some of these places can be found on a map; sacred oases out in nature where we can retreat from the mind-numbing din of civilization, and immerse ourselves fully into the rapturous silence to be partaken of there. There are other, inexpressibly transcendent locales, that dwell in our spiritual imagination, and unable to be traveled to by using conventional modes of transportation. We are only given permission to traverse these expanses when we relinquish our tight grasp on a version of reality that is pathetically small. Places we can retreat to in the sanctity of our dreams, where we can replenish our tired spirits by imbibing the exquisitely piquant wines and succulent fruits gifted to us by the vibrant beings who live there.

They may appear to us as benevolent demons, phantasmagorical demi-gods, or even the old man down the street, who is seemingly conventional in appearance, yet you know he harbors incredible reserves of wisdom that he earned through many hard-fought metaphysical battles. It doesn’t really matter. What matters is what we learn in these hallowed places where bright inspiration wafts through the air, like an intoxicating breeze, of ways to transcend the monopoly that thought has placed on our awareness. The mind is like a petulant god, who will let no others intrude upon its sacred space. It has carved out a seemingly impenetrable fortress in your psyche, and now wants to become an evil beast who will frighten away the delicate flower of your higher awareness. We must not give into this tyrant. Therefore, it is absolutely imperative that you allow that which lies beyond thought to triumphantly emerge, and ascend to the main stage of your life; let it become the primary focus of your existence, and revere that exceedingly sacred part of you.

We think way, way too much. Our thoughts utterly consume us; wear us out with their exhausting energy and their endless demands. These insidious emissaries from the realm of the intellect attempt to dislodge us from our spiritual quest in every way they can think of. The mind is a motor that is constantly running, and unless you know where to look, it is so very difficult to locate the “off” switch. But we must find that switch, and give our monkey brains, chattering away all day and all night and causing us to be more than a little insane, a bit of a rest. Our civilization has exalted the mind for far too long as the mental filter through which all of reality must be experienced and digested. However, in order to progress as a species, we must dethrone the intellect from its overly exalted position, and realize that it is merely a tool. An exquisite, eminently handy tool, one which we used to build great civilizations and wonders beyond imagining, but a tool nonetheless.

True Spiritual Strength

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I issue a challenge to ever one of my spiritual brothers and sisters journeying with me through time, space, and the myriad dimensions of all that exists, to really see their own brand of spirituality as something that strengthens them. Too often, we equate spirituality with weakness, as if it was nothing more than a psychological deficit that must be eradicated through rigorous discipline. Instead of falling headlong into this disappearing trap, meditate on ways your all-encompassing embrace of that glorious realm that transcends our ordinary state of consciousness makes you exceedingly robust – so that you possess an almost preternatural resiliency that can help you weather any of the turbulent storms that threaten to overwhelm us with negativity, despair, and a pervasive sense of ennui that causes us to lead a colorless existence.

Spirituality can add vibrancy to our lives. It is not weakness, even though it gives us the ability to be more vulnerable and empathetic. A hardened psyche is so utterly fragile, that it will break into a billion glittering fragments at the first sign of psychic trouble. We must allow ourselves the necessary luxury of psychological softness, because that makes us more us better able to handle the stresses of life, so we are not like the proverbial oak tree, which snaps in the wind. We must be willing to be spiritual superheroes who, because they have allowed themselves to be completely consumed by the effulgent fires of spiritual truth, gaze with eyes of profound love upon those suffering in silence.

So, cultivate the super-ability to radiate powerful beams of love from your eyes, and allow that power to utterly transform despair into hope; turn sadness into joy; and restore sight to those lost to the voracious hunger of the dark shadows, which are always waiting in the wings, ready to devour us. This is our task on this rocky globule of dust we call the earth: to live up to our higher calling – a calling that predates our descent into primordial matter – to become these mighty superheroes, whose overriding strength is tenderness of spirit.

Gaia Unbound

Consciousness, Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized

Angelic orbs of beatific significance
Undulate in a slow circular dance
Pulse outwards from elysian realms,
Causing
Mystical energies to envelope
The earth
In a fiery embrace,
Womblike in their effects
Healing Gaia, who has been
Wounded
By those supremely indifferent
To her holy majesty
With tender ministrations,
The crimson-tinged waves of sacred love
Radiate with great power from beyond forests
Of primeval sanctity
Distant in both space and time
Trees of infinite splendor, that flourish in verdant extravagance
Their viridian spires ascending heavenward,
Cathedral-like
Springing up in otherwordly realms from whence
Fluttering epiphanies take flight
Heralding,
With ectstatic fanfare
The stupefying arrival of supernal energies
Joy incomparable
Transforms all beings with its energetic gambol
A grateful world
Afflicted with an insatiable thirst
For that which is transcendent in nature
Thirstily imbibes the divine elixir
Peace is the sublime
Benediction
And agape is the ethereal gift
That is ours if we are ready to accept it
And in the end,
Beyond the ineffable sadnesses
And bitter truths of existence
A great announcement wafts downwards from heavenly expanses
Oneness has enveloped
The world, and
Humanity,
The body forged from a billion hurting souls
Mutilated by scintillant daggers of unholy darkness
Dripping with ancient blood
(The legacy of suffering we have bequeathed to ourselves)
Has been saved from itself,
Once again.

Our Journey Towards Love

Consciousness, Spirituality, Uncategorized

We are on a wondrous evolutionary journey, progressing always upwards towards the all-encompassing light, to utterly shed all vestiges of that flimsy construct that we call our “personality.” We act like lowly snakes, slithering in the dry dust, who have swallowed the sun and do not even realize it. Deep within our bellies, we have this luminous ball of eternity, and as long as we refuse to shed the strangulating skin of our egos, the light within cannot escape out into the world to work its miraculous magic. We need to eventually relinquish this sometimes useful, but more often than not, limiting, thing. It hides our inner glow, and we are unable to ascend into the unimaginable glory of who we really are.

All of us masquerading as human beings believe that this construct gives us power, and that were we to merge into the ocean of consciousness, we would be forever lost. Nothing could be further from the truth. At the moment of union with universal love, we will finally awaken after our long slumber, and become the divine beings every one of us were meant to be. We are destined to transcend the multifarious universes that encompass the totality of space/time to become unified once more with our Creator, who is merely us restored to our fullness. We will waltz with angelic beings, even if our world, due to our collective ignorance, is destroyed. We can always create new ones out of the cloth of nothingness by manifesting them with our powerful creative energies.

Always, we will have new adventures, and create new realities from an infinitude of possibilities. Humanity will suddenly realize that there are new ways of being that we can scarcely imagine now. And, all souls are good, despite what you may have heard to the contrary. In the end, not a single one will be lost to eternal damnation during this epic journey. Some may temporarily turn away from the light, but an evolutionary process, once started, can never be stopped. Only remember that we prevent our movement into the all-consuming light of beingness because of our overly hasty desire to label others. This is because of our underlying fear that in their differences from us, they threaten us somehow. This misconception only serves to sap our spiritual strength. The other is our self, if only we could dimly recognize this.

#Read about Guest #Author D. Wallace Peach

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D. Wallace Peach’s writing is always a revelation, and she is a creative inspiration for me. I love what she has to say about writing and her life in this piece.

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Thanks, Chris, for the opportunity to monkey around on your famous blog! I’ve seen your invites for several months and have said to myself “someday.” It appears someday has arrived.

D. Wallace PeachI’m one of those writers who rarely struggles with writer’s block. I can write 16 hours a day and never run dry of words …until someone asks me to write about myself. My mind goes blank, every articulate thought sucked through a black hole into another dimension. The urge to regurgitate my 3rd grade demographics starts sounding like a decent backup plan. What does a fantasy writer who lives entirely in her head have to say about her “real” life?

I didn’t start writing until I turned fifty… ancient compared to most writers I know. Am I envious of those enjoying an early start, regretful that it took me so long to find my calling? You betcha. If I could…

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20 Symptoms of Writeritis

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Wonderfully said. I agree with everything except the part about drinking copious amounts of coffee. I never tried the stuff…but that’s all in a blog post I wrote.

Myths of the Mirror

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As some of you know, a pervasive syndrome has troubled a segment of society for centuries. After years of research, the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders finally classified these symptoms under the diagnosis: Writeritis. 

Writeritis is defined as a persistent, maladaptive pattern of writing that leads to clinically significant impairment or distress, as manifested by six (or more) of the following within a single month:

  1. A marked craving for increased amounts of writing, and longer periods of time to write.

  2. An unquenchable thirst for coffee.

  3. Repeated efforts to cut down or control word count are unsuccessful.

  4. Withdrawal occurs when writing is discontinued or suddenly reduced. Symptoms include shakiness, moodiness, and/or irritability.

  5. A tendency to rapidly relapse into extreme patterns of excessive rewriting – even after periods of abstinence or control.

  6. After writing, a compulsive urge to return and edit.

  7. An inability to initiate household chores until a plot hole is resolved.

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