Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Friday, April 22, 2022

The Neverending Story

I finally read the book

Which I see now is in perfect timing

Bastian's journey back to self

Is the journey found in my writings' rhyming

For my own story is recorded

In this journal of my own making

My own ego drumming loudly

As magnanimous action I am faking

Have I learned to love the sinner?

Can I love Karen in her earthly role?

Not manhandling my emotions

Not pretending gratitude, not shaming soul?

Maybe now I don't wonder why I wander here.

Maybe Bastian's journey back to love has finally made it clear.

Where Am I in my Story?

Am I making foolish wishes? Playing God and pretending magnanimity when I really hope to be revered and admired? Is that what I Am doing when I share my dreams with the people, or Am I truly wishing to help others out of pain? It's so easy to see Bastian as a reader of his story; is he reading mine? Cringing at my blindness and buffoonery?

Sigh.

Let's get clear, little girl.

I am content. That feels like a truth. More soul growth is my wish, or at least it feels like that is so. More communion with the world around me. Less judging and more allowing. Moon Child. Moon Child trusts the process. Like God, she freely gives her creative power to Bastian, as God does to His people.

I take a step and see if I Am humble

I take a step and see if I Am Kind

I do not know the truth of me.

Could there be power in the one who is perpetually blind?

I Stand with the Light.

I Stand with the Light.

I Stand with the Light.

I Stand with the Light.

I Stand with the Light.

In the day and in the night, when in pain and when in fright, when I'm blind and cannot see, when I am the worst part of me, I Stand with the Light. In every instance of this mortal coil I trust that the field in which I toil yields the fruit of God's own making, even when I Am foolishly faking. The essence in me cannot lie, my connection to God is my unfailing tie to my divinity to my own truth, I must remember I am still in my youth with more to know and more to learn, I take a step and hope to discern the One Who Made Me. And with each step and every breath I commit to the right and to the left that I Stand with the Light.

Yes. I Stand with the Light. I trust the earthly rite.

It is done. So mote it be, and so it is.

Unsullied grace

Thankful

For

Everything

My life

My trials

My breath

I may not be truly grateful

Courting the idea of earthly death

Though I wish to be sincere

As I speak my words of thanks

I cannot help but feel alone

As I traverse the human ranks

I hope there is a purpose

I pray there is a rhyme

I wonder why I cannot see

That I am surrounded by the Divine

I Give Thanks for Everything

I thank My Soul for unknown grace

I rest in the arms of the One I Am

I see my eyes in every face

I feel great apathy

I wonder what is being accomplished

Then I ask myself, where would you rather be?

What would you rather be doing?

I have no answer.

Trust this experience

Mistakes are human illusion

Sink into Karen's existence

It is the key to Divine Reunion

Once and for all

Decide to trust the day

Your dreams are your great compass

Grace is the only way

And grace cannot be manhandled

Manipulated

Polluted

The gift of grace

Arrives

When the dreamer is saluted

So welcome to day, Dreamer

Help this actor to take flight

Throw away the script of day

She becomes the Karen of the Night.

Superior, not Inferior

Enough

How many people did my pain affect?

How many people did my love protect?

How many people did my life heal?

How much time did I waste wondering what is real?

Wrap me in your colors Soul

Rock me in your arms

Teach me the dance of the I Am

Permeate me with your charms

Let us not be strangers

Reunite

Let's be one

I know that merging with the one I Am

Is the true second coming of the Son

So help me to surrender

Release my human lack

Pirouette, wrap me in your ribbons

Permeate each and every crack

Remake me

Remake me

Remake me

Join together what has been cleaved

May this be the day that a new being

That true Oneness is conceived

Thankful

Full of thanks

Thankful

Grateful

Trusting

Believing

Uniting

Releasing

Remaking

Integrating

Allowing

Marrying the Day and the Night

Bridging the Veil without Sight

Declaring there is no need to Fight

It is time for each human to take flight

I Am the Light

As Never Before

That I Am Now

And so it is

I Am the Light

The Light I Am

A Prayer to Come Back to Soul

The journey back to divinity is a solitary experience. This is the loneliness that I feel--not one of companionship, but one of isolated experience. I am playing the game of humanity, while trying to come back to my Soul. This is hard to support, for the evidence of Being a Divine Being is hiding behind the pain of the masses combined separation.

I Am of the masses. I Am The Divinity of One. The ultimate paradox. I Am here to marry the two, but the roadmap eludes me, and then I know, I know!, that I Am here to devise the way. The ultimate cartographer discerning cycles of abuse, peeking through the smoke and mirrors of lies and lack, and planting her foot down one step at a time, trying to believe each step is supported by unseen helpers.

The doubt creeps in. Surely she is being dramatic--she has very little evidence that the "more" she senses is real and true. An orb here, a tingle there, a dream--insubstantial stuff, dreams. But to not believe isn't fulfilling either. The sense that she knows a bit too much to go back permeates her mind. Stuck in the quagmire of human lack and human potential--quicksand both, for there is no manhandling, no striving--none of the stuff the human has been taught to do and be works on this journey back to Soul. The journey isn't one of action, but observation. The mind is to be used as a witness, not a judge, not an executioner.

Soul, come back to me. I pray, I pray, I pray to remember how to pray. I yearn for you--I don't know how to find you. How can I make more room? I know the Creator is in me--please, please, please Grace, come to me so I may have faith in the Creator. Surely I Am not alone.

I call upon my unseen helpers. I do not mean to be dramatic, but I call upon you for help and guidance. In this separated state, I Am ill. I seek guidance. I seek direction. I seek softness. I seek wisdom. I seek self-control. I don't know how to open myself up for more Grace. Break me open. Create crevices for every Fruit of the Spirit to seep--not just for me, not just for me!, but for all of the ones who dwell on this earth. Wake us up, Creator. I desire to be reacquainted with the One Who I Am.

What do I need to do? And I know, I know! the answer is nothing. Doing is the lie of separateness.

I Am here. I sense there is Beauty in this Pain. I trust that I have not been given an impossible task. I believe that I Am not alone. I release my need for evidence that I Am safe, loved, cared for, and protected.

I beseech every Divine Being able to share Grace and Divine Gifts with me, to come to me now and stay with me always, sharing the Love and Wisdom of the One who made me.

I Am not alone. Something good will come of this.

I have amnesia, and this is right and good.

Amen.

So mote it be, and so it is.

And this is Spirit's answer from Richard Rohr

First, “take God at face value, as God is. Accept God’s good graciousness, as you would a plain, simple soft compress when sick. Take hold of God and press God against your unhealthy self, just as you are.” 

Second, know how your mind and ego play their games: “Stop analyzing yourself or God. You can do without wasting so much of your energy deciding if something is good or bad, grace given or temperament driven, divine or human.” 

Third, be encouraged and “Offer up your simple naked being to the joyful being of God, for you two are one in grace, although separate by nature.” 

And finally: “Don’t focus on what you are, but simply that you are! How hopelessly stupid would a person have to be if they could not realize that they simply are.”  

Hold the soft warm compress of these loving words against your bodily self, bypass the mind and even the affections of the heart and forgo any analysis of what you are, or are not. 

“Simply that you are!” 

I like this practice because over time it can become an embodied experience of what we’ve been talking about this whole week: knowing and unknowing. By repeatedly placing whatever it is you think you “know” at that hour of the night under “the soft warm compress” of God’s loving presence, your own body becomes a place of relaxation and inner rest. You know that you don’t know, and you trust that you don’t need to know. You are simply in God’s loving care.  


Placebo

 I bring my focus to the Placebo Effect

I seek Wisdom

I court Grace


I look to the man who walked on water

The one who promises we win the race


And now I think of the tangible

The things and stuff of form

The wine that turned into water

Mary’s knowing her son could transform

The matter of this world

Not as permanent as once assumed

The raising of dead Lazzarus

The stone rolled from a Savior’s tomb


Physical, tangible reality

Suddenly appears to be a lie

Two men raised from the dead

Makes me wonder if we die

Or perhaps we’ve formed the habit

Of our ancestors before us

And forget we had a Jesus

Who sang a different chorus


Did Jack need the beans to create his world

Or did his belief in the magic create his world


Belief


The woman touched Jesus’s garment

And healed

Transformation

By 

Intention

Not 

Information


Where Am I in this??

Come to me Grace.

I seek counsel

Come to me wisdom

I grasp at the edges of my mind


There is not a magic word

There is not a magic potion

It simply takes belief

To put a new reality into motion


A pill that promises health

Is a vehicle out of pain

Beans that promise riches

Lead to the ability to gain.


But Jesus walked on water

And Peter followed suit

So perhaps questioning placebo

Will expose a brand new route

Out of the tangible tired world

You and I both know

Let’s contemplate placebo

And see what stalks we grow


For I for one am tired

Of being limited and in fear


Transubstantiation


For I for one am tired

Of being separate and inferior


Jesus is my friend

I love Him

He loves me

He says that I have time

But I so want to be free

Change my focus, Brother

Bring me more into my heart

I dream I find a way

To get us closer

To our start

Change my focus Brother

Inspire and renew

The way I see the Spirit

The legacy of You.










Jesus Speaks to Me

 Is there such a thing as parent abuse?

Is there a group for that?

A fundraiser?

Does anyone think about raising awareness for this closet-cause?


My children know better and could choose better. They actively choose not to choose.


They go about the world model citizens—winning institutional awards as they play the human game.


Master snow makers—the inventors of smoke and mirrors.


At home, they throw their energy around like detonated handgranades—revelling in their power to cause harm and pain.


You win, I say. I raise the white flag and concede that their energy will always devour mine. The mine-field of our family theirs to arm and detonate. I hate this war. I do not feel like I was made for this, yet here I Am, embroiled in a power struggle that I cannot escape.


What Am I here to learn?

Where is the lesson in this brutal play?


I really want to know.

I desire so much to see this clearly.

I would clear this for the collective if I could.

Heal this if I Am able.


I cannot choose for anyone but myself.

What can I choose to make this dynamic new?


The fighting

The body shaming

The physical violence

The role of victim

The closed-minded mentality

The volume of voice

The angry, ugly words


I don’t know what to do. I Am at a loss. I have not courted this. I have not fostered this. I do not feel as if I Am to blame for this.

Is that the problem? That I do not accept this as my fault? My sin?


I know and understand that I avoid confrontation to keep my own self safe, and that I try very hard to achieve peace and harmony for my own benefit.

This penchant persists in my parenting.


How to heal? What to shine light upon? What action to take? 


I Am abused by my children. They abuse me. Where is my social worker? Where is my adult advocate? 


Jesus, we abused you. We, your children, place you upon a cross. And while abandoned and alone, you asked why you were forsaken, and in the same moment, begged forgiveness for us, claiming we did not know what we did.


And if, as I have come to believe, we are all living a unique and personal aspect of the resurrection, what Am I to call out in this moment? How can I set us all free? What wisdom can be found in this circumstance? 


I do not deserve this, but what of it?

None of us deserve any one thing, deemed good or bad by faulty human logic.


The human would tell me, “This is no-thing. How dare you equate family squabbles with true pain and horror-filled humanity?” I say it is this faulty thinking that has kept us chained to victimhood and little progress. 


Beseech Beseech Beseech the wisdom holders! How to move up the stair? This does matter. This is integral. I will not be ashamed of desiring this hurt to heal, as if it is low on the hierarchy of what deserves or warrants grace! Lies! When grace is unasked because the seeker feels it is not warranted, something that is deemed warranted is sure to be born! Is that what we want? Greater hardships and hurts that make us feel worthy of the right to court the miracle???


No! I say No! On behalf of the Totality of the Now I say that each and every hurt deserves Healing Light and Love. There is no-thing exempt! 


Jesus did not court the cross! He did not relish death. He felt forsaken. Our Jesus experienced separateness and humanness and lack of grace as he hung on the cross. He didn’t hate his oppressors, but he also didn’t say he deserved the punishment. 


What lesson should I take from this, Friend?

Again, I Am missing a wisdom.


Is it that I too should not stop my oppressors? Have them use me as a tool? I do not want to teach them impotence and shame and unworthiness, which is what the world did with your gift. 


Again I think of the Stump in The Giving Tree, and the Trough, Boat, and Beams of The Three Trees.


Are you satisfied with being a stump, Jesus???


I wept when Lazarus died. I wept, Karen.

Can you guess why?

Because the gift of life on earth has yet to be realized as the power it is. Everything can be changed in this realm, and so little of this power is utitlized. If you want something to be changed, go into your dreams, your little death, and change what is there. You have already done so much, Sweet Karen. You have apologized to someone you found in life deplorable, you have recognized a limiting belief that you chose not to adopt, you have had blind faith that you are safe, loved, cared for and protected, you have declared that you are Light, you have resisted the temptation to indulge in others’ opinions of you, you learned discernment in seeing the Trickster and so very much more that you don’t recall. Karen, you have moved mountains as you bridge the earthly world and the dream realms and you are creating new ways of existing as you weave your thread into the fabric of the worlds. 


It is time for you to know and actively use your power. Be purposeful as you dream a new way into being. Change parenting in your dreams, and see it manifest in your daily life. How do you desire it to look? You are living your best Karen independent of the group, how can that merge into the collective? Can you believe you are the orchestrator of your destiny? 


I brought Lazarus back because I desired to have him in my earthly world. I wanted his presence, so I created that in my reality. You can, and must!, do this too. 


Thank you for seeing me as I Am, Karen. Thank you for having the courage to embrace the man in me, to unleash the God in you. That is all I ever have desired, for us all to be reunited in the One that we are, Whole in Love, and not separate in a false hierarchy of human construction.


Exit and Exist in your dreams. Refashion and renew the fabric of the world. This is your gift, your destiny, and your price that you too willingly pay for the resurrection of the One that Is.


Go now in peace to love and serve the Lord.

It is done.

So mote it be

And so it is.


Everything is Real

The words flow and I Am the River

Though I know not what the words mean

Understanding is the plague of human existence

Not knowing is the key to the unseen


Releasing the need for understanding

Letting interpretation and knowledge fall away

Uncovers the innate and powerful wisdom

From which humanity has been led astray


Every fear is rooted in the need to know

Every limiting belief will keep you in the fear

Break free and believe you are eternal

Embrace the faces that appear in every mirror


Chime and chant a new way of being

Dream and draw a new way to see

Unlock the mind that stops at being human

Integrate the Now and completely BE


Uncomplicate what your world has complicated

Untie the knots your thoughts have created in your mind

Feel the energy flow throughout your body

Breathe God’s rhythm, Live the rhyme


Look to the words found in the nursery

Catch the coincidences and connect the dots

Remember childhood hurts

and misunderstandings

Your life has a loving theme and purpose-plot


Tip tap

Crick crackle

Rum tum tum

Never discount the power of sound and rasp of voice

Perhaps you release the need for understanding

When you allow the vibration of nonsense in as a choice


Bow to no one

Bow for everyone

Honor existence


Sing your song

And pound out a new and intricate criss-cross rhyme


Create a pathway that never existed

Follow it,

and exit time


You are not alone

But that does not matter

Each thread in the tapestry 

Woven and will reveal

One is of earth

one of metal

One of fire

You are the breath of life

Everything is real.





Judge Not!

 Such a strange thing to Seek to be judged--to crave it. See me, See me, See me. I don't want this, yet some internal compass puts me in the path of those who disapprove of how I am showing up. Can I detach and revel in  thoughts and expressions of others knowing that all is exactly as it should be? For everything is in Divine Order-that one thing I know for sure. 

I had a dream where I put on an entire play with my fellow actors--we took it so seriously and strove for perfection. At the end of the performance, I looked out and realized there was no audience--the entire theater was empty.
There is no audience, of course, in this holographic experience. There is no judge and jury and five-star review. There is existence and experience and knowing. That is All.

Judge not lest you be judged. 

Karen, quit judging this character you are charged to play, and PLAY! 

I have a sneaking suspicion that Jesus  is telling us to not judge our own Self. Stop berating and striving and chasing a perfect Karen and Exist As Perfection. The second I let go of my opinions about Me will be the very same second I quit seeking other people's acknowledgement. The moment I accept how I Am showing up, is the moment that I see the I Am in everyone I meet.

There is no audience.
There is no audience.
There is no audience.

Exist. Live. Revel. Rejoice.
And Know That I Am God.

Alone

 


The mantra "I AM that I AM" totally changed its meaning as I changed the inflection on the word That. Now, I understand, I Am THAT I Am. As in, we are One. No one is above or below or ahead or behind or anything. There is nothing else I could be, because nothing else exists.


The ideas that 'I am the Ocean in a Drop' and that we are 'Co-Creators of our Experience' and that 'Our Thoughts Create our Reality' always confused me since I couldn't understand how I could influence the people around me. I could see where My Perceptions could Change My Reality, but how could I have influence on others' experience? Aren't we all our own sentient being with our own soul and spirit and path? I would contemplate "We are One, each a piece of the All," and knew that to be true through my empathetic experiences: my heart races for my friend in California; I pull in a life-saving breath as my friend texts the word Breathe, and countless countless countless more synchronicity in dreams that solidified this truth for me. Yet, the contradictory nature of One and Separate hurt my human mind.


When I changed the inflection of "that," I finally understood that there is no mysterious being out there giving and taking and rewarding and punishing and Lording Over All. I AM is the director of this play and Karen is starring in it. I AM is showing up as Karen, and it is through the character Karen that the I AM is experiencing choices and emotions and life and death and every polarity that exists. 


And that made me feel alone.


On one hand, I wish to see through the illusion, but on the other, if I dare to believe that I am the Director and Writer and Producer and every Actor of this play, that leaves me as One. It is difficult to be One when I once knew We Were Many. Is it worth my time to talk to Angels? Is it worth my effort to share my ideas and hopes and discoveries? 


It would behoove me to play this script full-out. I AM still grasping at something that is just beyond my fingertips. My Experience tells me, I will have it in hand in perfect timing. Genius is in eternal patience--I should know, I told myself that once in a fortune cookie.


As understanding creeps upon me, I see that alone and all-one are the same thing. Ride the Wave, Throw Your Head Up in the Air, and Shoot Magic out of your Fingertips. Thanks ME. I needed that.


This realization has stripped the role of victim from me, and I find I want it back. If life isn't happening to me, but through me, what excuse do I have for fear and smallness and pain and despair. If I Am the author of my existence, then I lose my right to rail against the vagaries of life. 


Is this what is meant by an existential  crisis? Is it nothing more than a craving for the chains that bind you to impotency? 


I ask myself, why do I fear freedom?


For now I accept that I prefer to be a bird in a cage. I don't want to prefer that. Perhaps that will make all the difference.

Row Your Boat Gently

 I Have a Dream


If life is “but a dream”

As the nursery rhyme suggests

I wonder how many lives I’ve lived

How many characters have I dressed?


Could I have been you?

And you been me?

Could the boat I now row

Once been yours?

As I ponder the strangeness of life

I wonder 

What if our boats share the same oars?


And then I ponder further

If our boats are one and the same

How could I possibly hate you

If we are interchangeable characters in a game?


I row my boat 

Gently

Merrily down the stream

I row my boat

Gently

And remember Martin Luther King’s dream


And I smile at the other people

Gripping their oars so tight

The more I know I am you

The more I know I am right.


So row your boat gently, Friend

And remember as you dream

We may each appear a different rower

But the truth is we maneuver the same stream.


Poems and Dreams

Giraffes symbolizes Ascension

And I dream of a giraffe in a boat

Me and another dream character

Trying to keep everything afloat

I tell her to start the motor

I so want to maneuver the waves

Take charge of our destiny, Dreamer

Charting courses for the lives that we save.

I also dream of an old car

It rolls backwards, out of control

I press the brake pedal with my hands

Is this the way to maneuver the Soul?

For clearly the journey is the story

The vehicles of movement you and me

Motor and brake our fear and courage

What will it take to set the human free?

Traffic signs are there to keep us safe

At least that is what we are told

Is there a way to traverse the universe

Is there a different path for the brave and the bold?

For that is the path that I glimpse

When I dare to wake up in my dream

I know in my bones that we are powerful

When we flow gently down our life's stream.