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On th’eclipse of the sun. Solar Eclipse.

Some American Indian peoples avoid looking at the eclipse.Western culture has ceased to give spiritual significance to such celestial movements. To watch an eclipse is to participate in change out of the daily flow of nature; to bring the world of night, or emotions, or shamanic consciousness into ascendance; to give access to unpredictable Change.

The graphs of Population, Temperature and Wealth distribution are all now escalating off the charts. This is indeed a time of escalating change. Children experience and accept change as normal. Those who can adapt may be able to survive chaos.

The knowledge of ourselves as part of a planetary being is one of the Inner or multi-sensory visions released to the outer world of the 5 senses during this time of Solar Eclipse. I see this solar eclipse as a time when First People and third world people’s wisdom opens westerners eyes to Inner Dimensions and Western Science is used  with Eastern vision to mitigate the chaos we created by dividing our awareness from Earth, from consciousness of Earth as a living being of which we are only a part.

We wake to knowing mammals and plants are the lungs of this planetary being. We need trees.

It is a new time. A new wisdom arises which sees the shadow side, the limitations,  of what is already known  and sheds light on the living darkness within.

My eyes see hidden levels..

My eyes see hidden levels,
communicative life in leaves and litter.
They’re not hidden to me.
Sometimes i draw them in
comprehensible
to those who see

 

a mind out there that groks –
the one IN here.
Universe is the boundary
of my non material skull.
I am inside and outside my brain.

My reality is real to me,
but conceptual to thee, rational mind.
You are less than I could be.
I am God stuff
– part of that which is greater than me.

Dang, this house of mirrors loves itself.
Spiritual devotion to the duty of spiritual devotion,
hilariously circuitous
always ends up here in reality,
where reality is limited to the skull
and the skull contains thinking matter,
and thinking matter can think of ALL Potential
which is it’s Life,
then this life time is prehuman potential intelligence, human intelligence and post human life.

Im always at this same place. ALWAYS.

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Quaker Meditation 4 – TWIjaysus.

Quaker Meditation 4

My divine mind tells itself
“God does not exist” and laughs coquettishly.
Hen cackling in neighbors yard,
another egg.
Meditating, eastern spine cross legged,
feeling like AnansiJesus, I sit, my fingers touching,
my mind Bhakti – a devotional Je t’aime repeating to itself.

No separation is the same as no ego existence. Theoretically and insanely possible, interesting, alienated, able to be loved.

It was the third day. Jesus sat up in the sepulchre, put his cloth around his shoulders and sat cross legged to meditate as He did every morning.

He, aka Twi, walked away from there to here where, for many, the cross symbolizes only 2000 years of Christian history.

That Which Is, Twi, had lived as Mohammed, who with Khadijah sought justice for people. Khadijah’s wise female influence was taken from him. He became more militant than Jesus who with Mary, Magdalen or Mother, tried the quaker pacifist route. Muslims know they are part of the past 2000 years of struggle for justice. No peace without Justice.

“My mind is an empty birdhouse, in which my Zen Buddhist and my Quaker Pacifist sit”. Twi breathed out as she wrote. Ancestral spirits drank Lethe waters dry.
Re – membering.

Beauty mind in beauty way finds itself here where moon can still be seen through a tracery of oak at dawn.

Bistro Morandi, Bottle wall

Image: Bistro Morandi/Bottle Wall. By me – elizabeth mitchell. under contract.

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QUAKER MEDITATION 3

In this writing I use imagery of birth and relationship to describe the human species that is emerging, and the relationship humans have to Earth.
These are simultaneous phases.

I see returning to Earth, our knowledge that we are one conscious ecosystem.. Humans have human consciousness. Animals have a different consciousness and different ways to express it .Their consciousness is as valid as ours and in many ways similar. Oh how  insanity permeates our misguided culture. Juval Harari ( Sapiens) thinks it happened when man demoted god ( the concept of “the Divine” ) and thereby arrogated to himself divinity. I see this era as a time when Earth ( goddess) is returned to respect, and Mankind ( mind of human concept God) knows we have Consciousness of a very special kind, which can empathize with all, having gone through all forms in the human womb.

The way we manage our food sources is wicked bad. We know this and eat vegetarian or organic or think we should, or cannot afford it and go on allowing our SELF, mother Earth, to be raped by Agribusiness.

We are like an abused spouse. Man has denied divinity. Man has arrogated divinity to himself – instead of Himself. ( a possible alternative). WWJD? An ideal human ( the Jesus concept) would not accept this wicked pollution of nature, this insanity. This rape. Together we can be the hands that like Samson, break down the temple of corporate profit. Breathe in, PUSH….

SO how do we children of Gaia, we abused humans stop the battery? First the battered person has to remove themself from the situation – hopefully they have been able to plan ahead somewhat.

Planning ahead. We are learning how to improve the food we eat- it is IMPORTANT to be part of that movement. A friend told me his new girlfriend was trying to be vegan which was causing difficulties and self recrimination. My husband and I hardly eat together – this is not ideal but its not enough to break us up. We’re used to it. This is how it has to be in marriages that take place between people who have lived their own way for so long. Tolerance and letting go of dreams that are not shared, in order to work on those that are. Finding common ground.

Boiling water kills weeds, and sometimes we just have to use poisons… in the old times when the termites ate the house the people had to move and rebuild. Now I too have had my house tented. AAAARGH I’m the abused spouse who participates in the abuse.

SO is this the time for asking for help from an outside source.? Yeah man – that is working for me. The greater world is waking up and waking up and waking up. The old corporate greed still holds sway but the beautiful young all around are seizing the day. Thirty somethings in my neighborhood are inspiring. I feel marvelous when I feel my way into a second chakra awareness of my connection to beloved  Humankind . I know the old abusive ways still pertain, and I am still living in that house, AND I am opening my eyes to the hope that i find in TED talks, in blogs, in books, in internet courses …

I know Nature has to respond to the abuse and shake off the abuser. I identify with Earth, mother nature; I withdraw my focus from insanity. I know any major news will reach me. No papers, no TV, sometimes updates from John Oliver or Trevor Noah and the news programs I hear in my car. I live in my own fantasy world in the midst of the chaotic suicidal species. I live in world filled with humans who are striving to fulfill their purpose which includes an Earth restored.
I look for human spirit in everyone. As it was injured in me, I see the injuries in others. I look through their faults to see our human pain. I am learning to look through mine to find the injury that has kept me from fulfilling my purpose – lack of belief in myself. Now Earth, believe in your Humans. We are one with you.

eco silk

This Art work ( “She Knows”  by me, detail ) can be seen in full at Carrollwood Cultural Center, Tampa. Fearless Fiber exhibition July 6 – Aug 28. opening July 28th.

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Psilocybin and MDMA

I heard a talk about drug therapies for Cancer. The Doctor from NYU  cancer research talked of the difference between Psilocybin and MDMA – both therapies that are being studied under strictly monitored conditions. The therapies have benefits of reducing worry , anxiety and fear of death.

He said Psilocybin is not recommended for people who love stability and fear change. Psilocybin dislocates the everyday relationship of the individual to the everyday world. MDMA ( street name : ecstasy) relaxes and creates feelings of well being and love for all.  Both therapies could create temporary paranoia as reality shifts, which makes a secure environment essential. Dont try it at home etc.

My mind loves to disassociate from everyday reality. I surely feel ecstasy when I allow my imagination to see the whole world as a living communicating being of which i am part. It can be depressing and painful to have to live in the everyday world where nature is destroyed inevitably, and largely unnecessarily by the current shitstem of  providing comforts. There is enough and there are solutions – for some reason humanity is waiting for this shitstem to crash before discovering how to survive in harmony and without waste.

I read my own writing and comfort myself:

When I die , hallelujah bye and bye, I return to Source. I AM. I become one again with that which I always am. I am that now, in a separate temporary skin. This does not change the fact that my body is ageing, that my dreams remain unfulfilled, my expectations challenged and dissed, my life an irrelevant point in history’s notebook.

In HERstory,  I AM part of the Awakening. IN MYStory, the point of my life is mine to decide. Mysterious, unfathomable, unless we know OUR story, our human story. It is ever thus. The Rise, the Fall, the Thrust , the squall…

I am ever born again in a time which is timeless and ever here. My eyes see the glory of the skies and clouds. My heart pines for Star Knowing.  This body loves its comforts and envies the homeless their views of the stars, but not their physical, emotional handicap. Their mental handicap is an extreme form of mine. We feel connection to energy, when Inner Chi is one with Outer Chi. Aborigine songlines, dot patterns, Nasca lines, drawings in the chalk cliffs, crop circles – inexplicable energy formations that some people feel and represent and even live in harmony with…

A Cosmistory:

in the beginning, before the was a beginning, we all lived together in the Cosmic Egg of All Potential which didn’t exist, or existed only as a concept in its own mind. As I said, in the beginning, we lived together Mother and I, and we wanted to play, We wanted “Lila”, the dance. Or was it Lila that wanted to happen?   Lila was always there in the cosmic egg of all potential. That’s what we discovered, Mother and I, and by that time Lila was in full swing. The play of mothers, fathers, and children had escaped the cosmic egg of all potential and become what it always was.

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People peopling Earth. Earth peoples. Earth and people are one. Her children her self.

We are the human consciousness that Earth devised to know itself. Evolution delighting in being. And in so far as we know who we are , we are Stardust and it is magnificent. We are creative goddesses and gods

. The stories we tell ourselves are creative. Live compadres, LIVE!

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Inside my Head, Outside the Box.

Inside my head, Outside the box.

Ibi, Temucuan goddess of water. I am your consciousness of yourself. I hold and use the sponge cut from the sea floor, I study its pieced structure and the thickness of the root from whence it sprung. I feel its life, no longer living but the trace.
I feel my hair like seaweed as the water moves it in response to my movement. I feel conscious of life evolving in the sea.
I connect with Life force in Water. Water is consciousness, water is life.

Thus I believe, and thus I behave, and thus I exult in life. This connection happens in its own way in all of us who love nature and our natural beingness.

The dinner party.
“Who did you vote for?” I ask the young woman, long time friend of my niece at Father’s Day gathering.
The men of my generation say no, no politics. I move to speak individually to the young woman, as my niece, Catlynn says, “We are grown people. We can talk without arguing.”
Vanessa liked no candidate particularly and voted for Hillary.
“And Bernie ,?” I ask.
She explains she didn’t think his policies were feasible, and mentions free education.
Richard now was able to explain that the free education idea is to educate all school leavers so they are able to work at a job of their choice. It would fund tech schools, and farm apprenticeships, marine activities etc not just colleges and degrees. The idea sounds excellent, and he goes briefly into funding options.

I like politics when people talk about what they want. Then, too often, they go into despair mode about the intractable nature of politics, corruption, media ownership, profit etc – all the reasons why change wont happen.
This is sad and SELF DEFEATING.

I believe the world can and will change – Eastern Inner Spirituality mingles now with Western Science. Humanity will learn through the crises we are creating for ourselves that we survive or go extinct as a species. I stay hopeful because I experience daily renewal of hope and consciousness in myself. I am that consciousness which knows itself to be Life. Not just human, and not even necessarily human. My human mind can think outside its own little human brain case box.

MrGrey bad butterfly

Image available at Carrollwood Cultural Centre Tampa, July and August, 2017 Fearless Fibre exhibition.

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In My Head..

Breathing. Inhale two three four. Hold two three four. Exhale two three four. Hold two three four. Inhale two three four. Hold two three four. Exhale two three four. Hold two three four. Inhale…

To consciously halt breathing is to experience a conscious moment of how it is to be dead. Consciousness is still here observing.

I am sitting at the table, my arms resting on a yellow tablecloth. Yellow in 4 second awareness is symbolic of sunshine, of daily gratitude to this breath.

Gratitude opens the door for those who are materially dead to be in our head . I pour myself a gin and 4 seasons highfructosefreee tonic water. My parents are breathing with me. Along with tea, It was mum’s social drink. I also like scotch, and brandy, like my dad. To say “I like scotch and brandy also, like my dad” , would change the meaning.

Who cares about such linguistic punctiliousness these days. Who cares what my Dad drank. Desperately escaping burdens of the day’s requirements. How hard it is for spirit to live in a material body here. Spirit which is eternal finds no difficulty in anything, it is only humans who forget to breathe. Spirit is breath. Spirits relax the natural soul which is burdened here, but must deal with it.

Inspire, inspiration, breathe in breath. Expire, expiration, breath out death. Breathe in life. And hold for a count of four for awareness.

We are spirit here. And those realists who say, “oh shut up already. Just get on with it”, don’t and don’t have to experience the spirit realms where mind, mind has mountains cliffs of fall, sheer no man fathomed…… oh my dead, my beloved are in my head. and on that four count of stopped breath i feel them encouraging me:
“yes yes yes. It is paradise here where we watch without input and it is hell here when thou’rt unhappy. Be Free we say; “Iree”, says Pun, “Free. Freedom itself, freed for each to frame their own concept, their own game.

Breath is spirit. Luscious awareness of light and dark, life and the mark you make. Breath in for four; hold for four; breathe out for four; hold for four; breathe in…..

 

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