After describing the manifestation of the Tree of Life, I concluded with the rhetorical question “What comes next?”
I went back to LA Ecstatic Dance on the 19th. We had a great warm-up workshop on full contact improv. When allowed the initiative to establish contact, I found all my partners smiling enthusiastically, but when waiting for contact, found myself passed by.
During the dance experience, I did my usual work. It’s high-energy and not really meant for participatory engagement, but I always enjoy those moments when a lady of substance calms the waters – I’ll freeze in place, hands cupped in front of me, anchoring the energies I’ve raised in the Earth until she passes by.
Usually I’ll find someone to interact with more deeply, but something held me back. Finally, I pulled the Tree out of the ground, pressing the populated branches into the sky.
And then gathered it up and set it for safeguarding in my heart…
Driving home, I realized that I’ve done it – I’ve completed the work I was set for this lifetime. All that remains is to carry it back to heaven – intact.
Awakening at 4 AM I began the drive up to Sunnyvale, the way point on my journey to Berkeley for Greg’s graduation. As I drove along the coast outside Ventura, the full moon greeted me, casting its homage to the sun on the darkened waters. She was so pleased with me – just a real joy flowing forth. So I stopped at Carpenteria to snap this photo.
Is that Venus hiding in her skirts? Sweet promise!
I haven’t succeeded on human terms – that will certainly be said. But after so many sterile years offering truth to humanity, I’ve lost my attachment to your recognition. I work for my Abba – and my reward is the joy of the goddess that honors me.
Selfish personalities aren’t capable of sustaining anything from within themselves – they know and desire only what they are in this moment. To stay alive, then, they have to steal creative power from others.
Once caught out in the adult world, the only option left to the predator is children. Sadly, it is only the youngest that are innocent enough to accept the abuse while also being dependent enough to be unable to imagine that they can escape. Paradoxically, being so vulnerable they also lack the means to deliver material support to their abuser.
That leads to two outcomes. The harshest is to be sold into abuse by others. The second is to become spiritual victims: the abuser steals their creative capacities and thus their future.
This is why victims of trauma are drawn back into their past. In the moment of abuse, the abuser is stalking them in their future, stealing their vitality, energy and hope. Through time the abuser follows the victim like a shadow. In the most painful cases, relationships with friends and lovers are infected, sowing pathologies and fears that allow the abuser to suck energy out of those that love the victim.
There are two solutions here: one is to recognize and confront the spirit of the abuser and reclaim what they stole. The second is to cheat them of their sought-after reward by reaching back through time and whispering this to the younger self:
I love you.
We are strong enough.
Come to me.
Trade war with China, correlating nicely with the latest hour-long private conversation between Trump and Putin.
The latter being the only party to benefit from this debacle.
You hope that the world understands that it isn’t a U.S. policy – it’s actually a Russian policy implemented by the toady in the White House.
So I took the big leap in January, quitting my job to practice hypnotherapy. I have a many-layered plan for building clientele, but after a month have managed to bring only a single person in for sessions. I was sitting in my office yesterday, holding my head in my hands and laughing in bewilderment, thinking “Why is it so hard to bring love into the world?”
I understand that part of the reason is that I don’t have a woman to vouch for me. When a single man projects love into mixed company, the message is often misinterpreted.
Realizing that I was in overload, I took the afternoon off to sit with a tea latte at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf and read some more articles in “Dream Cultures” (Shulman and Stroumsa eds.). I was interrupted by a visit from one of my yoga instructors – we entered into a deep conversation on Revelation and maternal morality.
After she left I came across this in an article on medieval Muslim dream culture. The dreamer is a woman who served as the conduit for her husband’s teaching ministry. This dream is a personal message to her, however:
Again I heard a voice calling me from the bottom of the tree: can you make a pledge to protect this tree so that no hand would touch it? Then this tree is yours. Its roots have stood in sand and soil; many hands have touched it, and its fruit became worthless, then rotted and dried up. But now we have placed the rock around it, and we have nominated a bird over it, to watch over the fruit of this tree. Look!
The bird hopped upwards, climbing from branch to branch; whenever it perched on a dry branch, which looked like dry pegs, it became green and moist, and bunches of grapes hung down from it. The voice said: If you protect this tree faithfully the bird will reach the top of the tree and the whole tree will become green; if not, the bird will stay here, in the middle. I said: I will; indeed, I will protect it!
Even now I weep reading these words. This is what my heart has been craving! To find such a partner for my life!
We may be losing the trade war in goods with China, but the virtual trade war is running nicely. It seems the US should soon resume its historical dominance in natural resources production…
Excerpted from the link:
Extracting a dollar’s worth of cryptocurrency such as bitcoin from the deep Web consumes three times more energy than digging up a dollar’s worth of gold.
There are now hundreds of virtual currencies and an unknown number of server farms around the world running around the clock to unearth them, more than half of them in China
Millennial editor Robert Christian writes: While a small group of ideologues have tried to hijack the crisis to promote their preexisting agenda against Vatican II, gay priests, or celibacy, the general response among millennial Catholics has transcended the many internal divisions that exist within the U.S. church. The anger is palpable. There is anger at […]
When I was evaluating systems of ethical thought back in the ’80s, I encountered the only meaningful definition of conservatism that I know. A conservative believes that institutions are difficult to create and maintain – that when society crumbles institutions are starved of resources and die. For this reason, a conservative tends to deny support until the needy prove they can organize – to create institutions.
This bias shields the immoral leader of an institution. The leader basks in the authority transmitted by the office – authority invested by the public that understands the importance of the leader’s role in serving the general welfare.
For this reason, we tend to identify the leadership with the institution, and so reflect the sins of the leader upon the institution itself. But institutions survive their leaders, and so can be evaluated only against the sweep of history – a history that in the case of the Catholic Church is longer than any other institution in existence.
I am certain that in that context the Church has been a great good. If it has created trauma in my generation, it stands to bear in mind that a significant factor was the decline in vocations. If the millennial generation believes that better must be done, they have the opportunity to assume the role themselves. The only alternative is to throw in with denominations that lack the influence to speak globally, and whose leaders often manipulate their congregations for personal gain without any effective oversight.