Delving into Her, Mother Earth

I had an amazing meditation yesterday. I felt myself dive right into earth, feel her and know her. (I detail which crystals were involved and the source of the meditation at the end--last two paragraphs.)

Southern California has just experienced a couple storms that brought lots of snow to surprisingly low levels in the nearby mountains. And, so Southern California, it was a perfect day to have the top down on the convertible to see the snow-capped mountains all the better as I drove around. Such a site is a rare treat here.

Their awe-inspiring beauty is probably the reason that during the meditation I was moved to try and place my consciousness within the mountains that are to the North of Los Angeles. And that started the incredible astral journey through the earth's inner planes.

I felt myself inside the cold inner core of the mountains, mixed in with the minerals, pressed within layers of rock and stone. With my affinity for the mineral kingdom's crystals and gems well-established, I found the experience refreshing. It was blissful to feel myself one with the mountain's guts.

From there I felt invited, perhaps called, not to stop with the mountains. My consciousness dove deep into the ocean. The spirit of a group of whales refered me to a few gems found on the ocean's floor, unique varieties still unknown to man. Their role as caretakers becomes clearer as I reflect on what was revealed to me in that visit. My astral floated alongside a few of them and then darted away to mingle with a colorful variety of fish. Imagine actually feeling the sensation of being thousands of feet below the ocean's surface, but without the pressure of the water's weight since you are there in consciousness only, your body comfortably above sea level in warm clothes in a warm home. Fascinating travels.

The best part of the ride though, was going to the earth's core. If you are inclined to think I'm crazy, you hardly need more proof, so I have no reason to fear telling you what I believe I experienced in placing my mind's eye there, my astal body right in the hot, molten center of this huge floating rock whose surface we crawl about upright, calling it earth.

There were beings there. They seemed to be about the business of tending to the earth's core fire. What was there job? I can't say. But whatever it was, they were enthusiastically busy being about it. They were huge if my perception was at all relative to my human perspective. If I were guessing, 10 - 20 ft seems right. I anticipate being thought a bit crazy by some. These being moved the way fire dances. Their shapes amorphous, but tall and lean. In fact, from a strictly visual perspective, they were nothing more than fire. But it was undeniable to me that they considered themselves to be working, to be engaged in some critical role that kees our planet alive.

Did that really happen?

I wonder what would happen if a skin cell from the top of a hand suddenly wonderd and then decided to wander about the larger world on which it was a part. Suppose this skin cell managed to find a way to "see" and "feel" to "travel" the body, it's earth. It communes with a liver cell, a blood cell, a stomach cell? What if she traveled in her mind's eye outside her humble plasma and sat herself, her limited consciousness, square inside the beating heart that pumped the river that it brought it's nourishment, a witness to the massive, powerful activity of rhythmic drumming.

When she returned to her "right" mind, her humble world, her plasma cell, would fellow cells believe her tale? Would they dare to imagine or conceive that such a thing exists? "Come now, we've heard of bones and some river of life that supports cells like us all over this massive moving being, but foolish child, you say you witnessed creatures of all types and purposes down in the core of this being which believed they had important jobs to do? Something that beats rhythmically with a power unimaginable to us?"

But since when can a skin cell shift her consciousness to the rest of the body? How could she possibly know what is happening anywhere else in the gigantic organism of which she is an infinitesimal and fleeting part?

Speaking of gigantic organisms...the earth does indeed have a heartbeat. A network of seismographs recorded the sounds of the planet sped up at a rate of 4 minutes equals 1 second. Check it out.



Anyway...that meditation was incredible. Every piece of our planet having it's own consciouness and purpose and open to being visited...and appreciated.

For readers who appreciate the influence of crystals, I was in a triangular grid of three Moqui Balls and had a small blue flourite double tetrahedron. I held the blue flourite under my tongue for several minutes at the beginning of the meditation and then sat it between my crossed legs during remainder of meditation.

The meditation is part of the 42-day program I've mentioned previously. That program comes from a book entitled Abundance Through Reiki (Paula Horan). Simplified, it is two sets of 21 day programs. Each set is comprised of repeating three times a seven day cycle of meditations attuned to each of the seven major chakras. I was in day 21, working on the crown chakra, "feeling fully how much (I) desire enlightenment; how much (I) want to become one with it."

Moving on

This weekend I learned from a close buddy that his brother died unexpectedly.
she said he complained of a chest pain
went for a bike ride
and the next thing she knew
she got a phone call from his girlfriend's son
that he was in the morgue
that she could not claim the body cuz she was not his wife
and some other stuff like that
she knew no details whatsoever

except that he was dead.......boom


And that started a round of reflections that combined with my 42-day meditation program to produce the following clarity. Rather than re-think and re-type, here's the gist from an email:

I'm able to be much clearer that I don't have a desire to grow old in Los Angeles area. I've talked about Pismo and the Caribbean for years now. And it has all just been blah-blah-blah someday and maybe. All talk, no commitment, no clarity, no certainty.

Alfred's passing combined with your moving up North and all the work I'm doing to get in touch with ME and egoless wanting and Heaven on Earth and believing that my grandest dreams can come true...it all adds up to something.

I get along just fine here. I've got an easy life. It's full of peace and freedom. And yet, there's better, there's more. I'm confronting, consciously and deliberately and persistently, residual doubts of being worthy of my wildest dreams and any guilt issues that would make me question daring to want the more and better.

Finally, I can just admit the undeniability of wanting more. Thanks to Alfred checking out 1-2-3, I'm reminded that it's all just fun and games anyway. We're in, we're out. While I'm in, why not live somewhere that makes my soul sing???

(the brother)left town his way...

Thanks again, for pointing the flashlight to the exit sign. "You don't have to hang around here" is what his exit says to me.

The Best

The news seemed to be filled with stories about the best tonight. A baseballer spoke about entering the Hall of Fame, or maybe not thanks to steroid use accusations. Hillary Clinton nearly cried trying to express that she is striving to become President, not just for the sake of politics but because she truly believes in her cause, because she believes she'd be best for the country. She really believes it. Right or wrong, it is in her heart.

I'm still thinking about wanting and not wanting. Watching all the stories helped me cognitively appreciate what motivates the successful at anything...a genuine belief that they are capable of being the best at their (a)vocation and a heartfelt desire to make it so.

I was reminded that I have always been similarly motivated. When I wrote my book, I believed I was able to make a uniquely important contribution to the education of parents in my state. Right or wrong, it was in my heart.

I make the same dish for nearly all the family get-togethers. I do it best, or so they still believe. My favorite jobs have always been those when I had the opportunity to let some special gift or talent shine. I love teaching for this reason. I love trying to explain something in a way that makes it impossible not to understand. The art of informing, challenging and inspiring. It's cool stuff.

There are certainly plenty of things for which being the best is a nonstarter. Best dancer...not gonna happen and I'm not motivated to try. I did shoot for best teacher, or at least the highest credentials they award. Not nearly as much fun as actually teaching, but I got it done. Shooting for best teacher ever, Teacher of the Year, or some such...not so motivated. I'm looking for a "best" that resonates with my heart, mind and soul.

I've decided to challenge myself to uncover how I desire to express My Best. To what objective would I be delighted to devote myself? It is the cure for my clear case of contentment.

I've got no answer today. The cure is being contemplated. I have a mesmerizing question capable of moving me closer to one of my resolutions...leaving 2008 even more fulfilled than I entered.

Two weeks off. They were wonderful. Not too fast, not too slow, not too short, not too long. Perfect.

I'm doing a new 42-day series of meditations. The first twenty-one days end with five minutes of focusing enthusiastically on gratitude. Maybe that influences my sense that the break has been perfect. I did the first today.

After the last blog entry on being in a state of wantlessness, I've since come to realize that what I was truly referring to was a move toward egoless wanting. I still have plenty of desire and wanting, but the shift is now toward satisfying them from a spiritual place.

This doesn't mean all my goals are void of their material counterpart. I realize, for example, that my current state of living comfortably is what has allowed me to explore Reiki and other healing energies. I have the luxury to purchase crystals and books and travel to sacred places because of the material freedom I allow into my life.

Several months ago I took an introductory course on Pranic Healing from Master Co. He took some time at the end to do a meditation on abundance and financial healing. He noted that many spiritual healers often struggle financially because they are holding onto vows of poverty taken in earlier incarnations of growing their spirits.

I am beginning the process of looking for the spiritual connection, the underlying path-inspired purpose of all goals, all desires, all wants. How do my material goals support my spiritual development? They go hand-in-hand. Certainly, there is nothing wrong with a life spent outside the world, separate from materialism, in an effort to grow the spirit. But I believe that at some point, every spirit must learn to live in peace with the material world, without disdain for it, without superiority to it, but with compassion for it.

Learning to work within it, with it.

I am appreciative of the road toward egoless wanting. Now it's time for dream fulfillment. Our dreams are the clues our spirit gives us on how to live our life's purpose.