True Nature is Revealed

Living with Sleepers

I have reached out to the world with all of my being. I do this with each Now moment. I offer my "art" at greatly reduced prices compared with the "norm" for art objects. I am offering insights and spilling forth Love of Life. I need nothing in return, but my kids do. What more can I do in my day that will keep them living under this roof?

That thought, at times, "weighs me down." Is it the last remnants of ego? Is saying I have a few "last remnants of ego" ego? How to get out from under it? This is just a thought. There "must" be a way to be here, with basic things for living. Again, a thought about it. I no longer need to acquire more "things" except food. Warmth in the winter. Occasionally, hot water for a shower. I would love to take a hot bath, but that is a luxury. How to pay for us to be able to live together in the home that they are comfortable with? It is not a big house, it could use some "fixing up", a few appliances could be replaced, some things need repair. Do I need to lose the garden? I know there are other gardens.

Is it the 'letting go' of thoughts that changes everything? I hear from another(s) who tells me that my "life" is wrong. I know that that is someone "else's" thought about it.
That thought is miles away from the Truth. Many people have thoughts that are miles away from their very "own lives". I say "own lives" because in Truth, We are One Life.

Sounds pretty, or nice. It takes great loss to See it. And if the "loss" continues it no longer appears "as loss." But as the Great Opening that It Is.

Garden of Love

I am repeating this posting I put on my blog, Creation of the Creativity, today. I will add, here, another dimension to this encounter with the Dragonfly.

Whether you "believe" me or not... I, literally, spent 2 hours yesterday with this dragonfly. She/He did not fly away. A few times danced around me, then went right back to the raspberry cane. We stared into each other's eyes... We nodded our heads at each other. I spoke a few words, here and there. I thought later: the "time" that had passed was one hour, but in truth it was 2!

I was mesmerized that the Dragonfly was hanging out with me for so long. I had the thought that this seemed truly intentional on both of our parts. A few more feelings arose for me:
The dragonflies are evolving, too.
and/or
Once one goes through one's own evolutionary process one is able to truly tune in to nature.

I, obviously, did not feel compelled to do other things or to lose patience.
The Dragonfly did not seem to be compelled to attend to its regular routine? (which is never routine in our sense of the word, it is always in the Field of Now)

At one point, a kind of sadness overcame me, and I had this feeling:
We All have to Love each other Now!
Look at how magnificent this creature is, we are!! We have to See this Now!

This, for me, is the True sense of "getting back to the Garden." The Garden, the Paradise is Here Now! Look around You!! Look Inside You!!
The sense of the whole encounter was Truly phenomenal... can You See that?

Toward the end of our "time" together, I was thinking... "It is not flying away, when will this end? I cannot easily leave, but at some point today, I will have to go in the house." ( it is approx. 4:30) I glanced down at a Red Clover below the Dragonfly, and saw that there is a 4-leaf clover! I investigated closer, indeed!! A four-leaf clover, but wait, there are two 4-leaf clovers here!!!!

I looked up to look at the Dragonfly but it was gone! So! Now is when it ends. I wonder where it goes? As I gathered my things to go inside, and 'am standing at the place where we met, I see that it is there perched a little higher atop another plant, waiting. And as I leave, it flies off, even higher, to a broader leaf; peeking its head over the edge, as if to say: "Farewell!"

Dragonflies are the Fairies

I spent 2 hours communing with this guy today!

some days one does not want to write a "proper" sentence
Is that why poetry was "invented"?

often it is easier to understand what the poet points toward
when we talk about the "formless" dimension. "Formless" is a word Eckhart Tolle uses.

Unconditioned Intelligence (We All have It)

We take for granted the way things are in our heads... the way society functions, the way we relate to one another; all the ways we "live." The rules we follow, internal and external... when and what we eat, how often, when we should sleep, how long, how many hours we shall work or not work, what we shall do for work, how we play, etc., etc., etc. Habits. What is valued and what is not. Conformity. Norms, what is normal?

(the madness of the ego is/has been "normal")

I think I am the only one here, I know I am not alone.

There is an endless supply of Love bubbling up from Our eternal spring.

or

Love is freely given. Because the spring from which it comes forth, bubbles up endlessly.

or

Love is given away, freely

Because the endless source resides in Our Heart. Love can never leave You.

Once you realize the essential truth of Life there is no longer a need to be right or to prove that you know this.

Others' thoughts about you never come close to the reality of You.

Collector of Synchronicites

I have saved the ephemera of my life. And in doing so, I have discovered that buried there in the piles are treasures of "retro" synchronicities.

Recently, I was beginning to organize my collection of letters that I have received my entire life, pre-email era. (I have actually thrown out several that my mother sent me, because at the time I thought they were mundane.) In the bag of letters I found a newpaper I had saved from Athens, Greece dated September 29, 1981. It is fairly interesting to read what was happening in Greece then and on the world stage.

So, in this little tourist paper, Athens Daily Post, there is an article or column called: An American in Athens, a collection of "Quick Shots" of famous people in the vicinity. The first line reads: "Bo and John Derek tried their best to keep a low profile while in Greece,..." I read, perhaps for the first time, the entire column just the other night. I certainly do not remember if I read it in 1981; most things I kept were for unknown reasons, perhaps for some future art project, or to read at a later date. Something tangible to show that I have existed elsewhere. I would have read newspapers back then and not been interested in the content. In a sense, I was forcing myself to read the news, in order to become "informed" but it never worked for me.

I have never heard any of the names in this article except the first two. So, I read down to the very last paragraph:

A two part, five hour "wallow" in ancient Greeks is a stage hit in Williamstown, Massachusetts. Titled "The Greeks," it is an adaptation of the Trojan War and the tragic repercussions for the House of Atreus. Originally staged in London in three parts by the Royal Shakespeare Company, it is based on seven plays of Euripides.


The reasons this is a sync:

1. My hometown is Williamstown

2. Why is the Artistic Director, Nikos Psacharopoulos, not mentioned?
He was born in Athens, now [1981] living in America!
(He died on January 12, 1989 after surgery for colon cancer; he became Artistic Director of Williamstown Theatre Festival in 1956; immigrated to US in 1947; born on January 18, 1928)

Completely Open Vessel

Where do thoughts come from?
I was standing in the shower, earlier today, and the thought came to me that if I had been burned as a witch in Lucerne in the days of witch burning, then I needed this lifetime to clear that matter up. To, in a sense, forgive those in this lifetime who have not understood me, or have gotten caught up in their own "self" to not be aware of their callous actions.

(the Truth within this "thought" is valid, regardless of the "unknown" aspects of it)

I have in this lifetime travelled to Lucerne and know people who lived there, at that time. At the time I was there, I would not be aware of this thought, at all. But I was in emotional turmoil while there; "Down and Out in London and Paris", so to speak.

Anyway, now, I'm reflecting too much on this thought that just "popped up" in the shower. The other part was that in conjunction to the thought about witch burning, the thought arose about the "conversation" I've been having with Marite... but alas, now, I have forgotten the seemingly complex stream of thinking that took no effort, at all, to arise. The thoughts just come. And go.

But, later this day, as I was sitting in my green garden (what many would call "weeds") I had what seems like a completely random thought. The thought was this: I saw a place near a drive-in movie theatre that I used to go to as a child or very young teenager. It was near a lime or chalk factory. Just out of the blue, no thoughts leading up to it.